Culprit
You are thunderstorms
And I am the faint drizzle
Pouring to moor by little
In colossal fragments
To be taken away
And you took me away
With your quintessential promises
I am inebriated every time
Betrothed to your sporadic gusts
That winnows the opulent line
I drew in the shuffling sand,
If my heart was a hovel house
It would be your commodious home
Albeit, you recklessly swept
The groveling breadth of walls
Now it has gone with the floors
Is this how you decline
Such a parsimonious offer?
You are a mockingbird
The expanse of your wings
Is a continental conquest;
A singsong poetry in a cage
And the entire globe is your confinement
So I had cried for your liberty
And you took away my cry.
Your subterfuge decried
All my caterwauling to the moon
And poured down the southern lights.
I was my poetry once
But you corrupted every line
And with all that was lost
Who then am I?
But a man who was once defined
By the vulnerability of a diaphanous cry
And now defiled in a trifle
By a non sequitur gamble
You are a culprit
With supercilious pliant hands
Of an alluring gilded serpent
Slithering with the echoes
Of a wishing well's
Unrequited promises,
You are a sapid abandon,
My royal usurper,
My connoisseur conqueror,
In a peremptory crossroad.
I may not have jewelries
But I had once a tall hat
Brimful with shabby shards of paradise
And I am culpable for permitting you
To take it away from me
As you take me away from me
And take me away from you.
I knew how you would become
Cold as the frost mourning
Amongst the morning dew
I knew how you would be
If I cease and withdraw
From licking the verdigris of your wounds
Albeit, the creed beleaguer that I kneel
Abut you as I dab the blood of malaise
Of my servile tongue
Because the nights would be
Just the same culprit
When I am too far from you
Farther than the stars
That you took away
From the nights craning neck;
The stellar beads that I mused
Upon your absence, that you surrogated
With the swaying of your feet.
You took away the heart
And the beauty
Because you are the beauty
In every tragedy
And the heart
Of the beautiful tragedy.
But you will never seize me again
Even if the night forfeits
Even if the clockwork
Would swallow its gears
Because I have gone already
To a place where you have taken me
To abandon imprudently.
poem by Norman Santos
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A heart bound
A heart bound
~
My heart is bound
Betrothed to all beauty
The muse and the song
Ply my soul onwards
That I may rejoice, celebrate
The season and the year
For all that is changing
I remain constant
Still in poetry, still in love
And I watch envious
All that is beautiful
In all its changing
Still retains such beauty
That I am left speechless
Wanting to hold tight
Each moment to my heart
That I may cherish forever
All that I see
Bound to beauty
In poetry and in silence
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Making of a Prince III: A Star Knew My Name
In the taut sky for circumnavigation
Distracted by a harlequin moon
Her abode was ensconced and shivers
By the thorny lights it produce
A yellow coruscation,
A livid fornication
Of rapture and desolation
The nights owns her
And her lubricious light
But she didn't know how
To emancipate herself
From the strangulations
Of her tethering flaws
If only she knew, if only she knew
How bright she was
Because of her struggles
I spoke to her like a dozing child
When I left the King
As he built his grand kingdom,
When Sybella was assailed far
Aided by my winnows,
I spoke to her and heed
A chance for myself
Even though I knew that
She has her stellar deaths
Regardless, I spoke to her
With all my burdens
And her light didn't err
Never falter, never quake,
She was a strident fire
When she is given a place
Her stardust fell without riddance
With a prolix simplicity in her radiance
And she spoke to me, she spoke to me
Of my name:
A little prince
With a leonine heart
"Steadfast" she say
"For we understand"
And I caught her
Believing in her words
Shining past
The dark foliage of clouds
A stellar knew my name
And I have expanded my dominion
Into the delusive night sky.
poem by Norman Santos
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The beauty of poetry
I am a woman painted by poetry
the picture captured between night and day
between a dropp and dropp of rain
a blow and blow of wind
a beam and beam of sun
the paint created by imagination of poetry
I use wind for seducing you
I use rain for wetting you
I use sunshine for warming your heart
I am poetry the woman like wind rain and sun
the picture captured between unreality and dream
I am fantasy I don't exist in this world
my home is the beauty of poetry
I am the beauty of poetry
the night wove for me the dress of moonlight
the flowers made for me the crown
happiness and sadness make up my face
my eyes glitter by tears
my lips gloss by smile
my heart lights the candles for strangers
who come to warm their hearts
by the beauty of poetry
poem by Ata Augustyn
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Started As A Seed
My love for you started only as a seed when I first look upon your beauty.
Now my love has grown as strong and tall as a mighty redwood tree. I loose my breath each time I look upon your beauty, And how your beauty touches my heart and soul. Your beauty warms my heart like the sun on a cold winters day. I know God truly loves beautiful things. For out of his heart and with his might hands he made you. Only God him self could have made such beauty as yours. If there is a greater beauty I have yet to see it with my eyes.Your beauty has reached deep into my heart and soul and I thank God for that. I can only hope and dream that my love for you has touched your heart as well.
7-24-09
poem by Timothy Honeycutt
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If All The Beauty Of The World
IF ALL THE BEAUTY OF THE WORLD
If all the Beauty of the world
Could be written by me in one line
Would the world be blessed
In reading it?
If all the Beauty of the world
Were one line
And I knew that line by heart
Would the world be happy
By my meeting it
From time to time
Within myself?
If all the Beauty of the world
Were momentarily mine
Would I know
How to give it to others?
These awkward faltering lines
With not much Beauty in them.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Better Not Tell Her
(carly simon)
Better not tell her, that I was your lover
Better not make her jealous of me
Better convince her there was nothing between us
Im not those initials in your diary
But if you slip and my name comes up
Dont deny that you knew me
Just leave out the white nights
The moon in your window
The break in your whisper
The promises after
Better not tell her why you love spanish dancing
Dont bother to say that its hot in the summer in madrid
Let it all go now, like smoke from a candle
Like the trace of a song that you hear in the wind
But if you slip and my name comes up
Dont deny that you knew me
Just leave out the white nights
The moon in your window
The break in your whisper
The promises after
Leave out the tears and the laughter
She wont need to know
That I cried when you left
That I think of you still
But if you slip and my name comes up
Dont deny that you knew me
Just leave out the white nights
The moon in your window
The break in your whisper
The promises after
Leave out the tears and the laughter
She wont need to know
That Id die for your love
That I still...love...you
song performed by by Carly Simon
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~ Epitapoetry ~
~ EPITAPOETRY ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
February 6,2009.
WELL, SHE CAN’'T SAY...
CAN....GUESS...?
BUT WILL BE...
WHAT...?
STILL WITH A BUT...!
SHE IS MELTING...
LIKE DICHOTOMUS CANDLE...
THE OFT DESTINY...
OF AN UNSUNG...
WHO’S COPULSION...
STAY UNKNOWN...
POETRY IN BREAST...
LOOKING FOR A ‘LOVE WOMB’...
TO BE EMBRYOED AGAIN...
TO GET A CARE OF MOTHER...
FOR HER LOVE...POETRY…
LONG AND LONG...
WHO WILL SORROUGATE HER…
'LOVE WOMB'...? ?
UNENDINGLY...
CEASELESSLY...
LIKE EV’R FLOWING RIVER...
BUT NOT IN HEART...
HEATRS ARE…
WORDLESS…
TRUSTLESS...
HUMU RLESS...
PARCHED SAND...
WHY...? ? ?
SHE CARES NOT TO KNOW…!
LO! EMBRYOD…! !
WHERE E’ER CONVERSING…
ARGUMENTATING SOLLIQUIZING …
WITH CONSCIOUS SUBCONSCIOUS…
ON FUTILITY UTILITY FUTURE …
OR EPITAPH OF POETRY…?
BYTES AFTER BYTES…
NIGHTS AFTER NIGHTS…
FINALLY POETRY CEDED …
WALKOVER MINUS STOPOV’R…
TO EPHITAP…
UNDECIDED LAST LINE…
'EV’RUNBORN EPITAPOETRY'
BYTES AFTER BYTES…
NIGHTS AFTER NIGHTS…!
----
Copyright reserved by the author
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is in the beginning of new life,
Poetry is in the tears of a child,
Poetry is in the warmth of mother's kiss,
Poetry is in the child's bliss,
Poetry is in the hug of a father,
Poetry is in the love of a dear,
Poetry is in the happiness of affection,
Poetry is in the pain of separation,
Poetry is in someone's loss,
Poetry is in missing someone very close.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is in the first rain,
Poetry is in the cultivation of first grain,
Poetry is in the first light of dawn,
Poetry is in the drops of dew o the grass of lawn,
Poetry is in the blowing of cool wind,
Poetry is in the beauty of green,
Poetry is in the twinkling star,
Poetry is in the aroma of a flower,
Poetry is in thunder and lightning,
Poetry is in the heat scorching.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is something more sweeter than sweet,
Poetry is something more closer to heart beat,
Poetry is something more than the most beautiful creation,
Poetry is something more than the depth of an ocean,
Poetry is something more higher than the blue,
Poetry is something more true,
Poetry is something more enjoyable than wine,
Poetry is something more shiner than sunshine,
Poetry is something more pure than air,
Poetry is something which is present everywhere.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poet ry is not just rhyme,
Poetry is but the voice Divine,
Poetry is not just Poetry,
Poetry frames History,
After so many lines,
Poetry still remains undefined.
Poetry...Poetry...
poem by Akash Agrawal
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TODAY's prayer
I will praise God
And praise him with all my heart
I will sing praises to God
And I will sing praises to him at the top of all my voice
I will bend before him and lay flat on the ground
I will not look at him straight in the eye
I will offer all my heart
I will offer my entire mind
I will offer all my soul
I will offer him everything
That I have
I will offer all that I am
I will make another covenant with him
I will make another set of promises
I will sign a new agreement
I will execute a new set of promises
I will close my eyes and think of him
I will join him
In his silence
In his patience with my broken promises.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Skatin On Thin Ice
(kinky friedman)
They say that even jesus hates a loser
And when you die you go to hockey hell
And when your soul gets sent down,
Therell be the devil skatin round
And an interview with howard cosell.
Well, some call him a jet-set gladiator,
Some say hes a soldier in a bloody silver war.
But hes one hell of a warrior
Hes got a good lawyer
And every time he crosses that line you can hear that garden roar.
And he keeps on skatin on thin ice
Just six inches from paradise
Livin on the ice, lovin on the run.
He keeps on skatin on thin ice
Just six inches from paradise,
Written in the stars, meltin in the sun.
Well, he scored again last night out in vancouver,
You might say that it was on a power play.
He come in close, he shut the light,
Before his teeth came out that night,
In the morning it was hell to break away.
Through northern lights and southern nights theres someone
Who warms your heart as you shiver from the cold.
But every gypsy, every lover, every dreamer must discover
What you win out on the ice, youre gonna lose out out on the road.
And he keeps on skatin on thin ice
Just six inches from paradise
Livin on the ice, lovin on the run.
He keeps skatin on thin ice
Just six inches from paradise
Written in the stars, boy, meltin in the sun.
Written in the stars, boy, meltin in the sun.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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Forlorn Riddles
On a piece of brown paper
The wild zinnia splattered
Among the porcelains and silvers
Like an ankle splintered
Of a once feral danseuse
Now embezzled by age
With the sun conquering west
The paper befallen a cage
Where the dribbled ink blots
Dangled like a hapless bait
And the sun punctures in a blotch
Eroding the scar with the faith
And the myths and the spellbound
That has never been found
On a desiccated ink blot
A grotesque silhouette incarnated
Reeking with a sanguinary plot
Of carnage that had sculpted
The stature a gilded sphinx's repose
The head vanished and garroted
Stolen by the vulpine onyx crows
For the chances are unpremeditated
It moored and towed and versified
Inebriated by the undulating patios
Groveling to be rectified
The sage's head rolled with peccadilloes
Of cursive scripts on a thread
Another poem left unsaid
On a hollow poetry
From the concluding drops of life
Rises an eccentric cypress tree
Envisaging the abeyance of strife
With the lacquer barks unsullied
And the bristly leaves gone
A farcical scene of the sapid
Frame of filth under the sun
The wind winnows the emaciated
Boughs and it stirred a tantrum
Darting trough the firmament's spread
Extemporizing in a hum
An enameled juvenile demise
Perched from where the moon pries
On a putrefying cypress tree
Entangles a swollen moon
Crooning with the luminaries
The northeastern winds swoon
In a violent gust of colossus deluge
That stirred the maladroit clock
To gyrate more raucously and fiddle
To send rapids in the perennial rock
Of Luna's frail cradle
Her phosphorescence wobbled
Staggering to be consoled
And the night had toppled
A spectator felt culpable
As she fell on the slithering pebbles
On a shattered Luna
The lights flickered in serrations
Rolling with the aurora
And slivering in the incisions
Of my palette's oppressed hue,
I descried a lily on the fragments
With leaves of laurel in lieu
Of the rowdy cabaret's redolent
Scent that always prevail to cajole
Yet, I plucked it from the concrete,
Threw it in a boiling casserole
And drank the venomous solute
Until there was nonentity
But a riddle on a poetry
On a labyrinthine verse
Was a fraction of brown paper
Banished to Stygian, the effect: adverse,
An origami bloomed in the river
While the looming trees watched
And my poetry skewed piercing
Deep in the burls of their latch
But they are benumbed and stifling
With apathy and nonchalance
And in that moment, the poem was gone
And you don't even lift a muscle in askance
Perhaps, to reckon the lyrics done
And it will never be found
Hands down, you have won
poem by Norman Santos
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My Idea of beauty
Beauty is the sensation of your heart skipping a beat,
when eyes full of mischief glance at you...
Beauty is the smile which appears on your lips, when you think of the way he smiles at you...
Beauty is in the heart which touches another
Beauty is tender hands holding each other
Beauty is strong arms holding you warm
Beauty is in water, beauty is in weather,
beauty is in air, beauty is in life
Beauty is in love, beauty is in wind...
Beauty surrounds you days and nights
yet no one knows beauty's heights...
poem by Nitya Pillai
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What Poetry Mean To Me
What does poetry mean to me
Poetry is the air I breathe
Poetry is the words that feed
My soul
To make me whole
Poetry is what makes me blossom
In the middle of spring
Poetry is what grows my garden
And makes it flourish with nature
Beauty
Poetry Is
My magical whim's that supply all my
Fantasy and fills my hopes and dreams
Poetry is the strong desire that keep the
Flames of love burning
In the midst of the hour
And lights up the sky
With beautiful hues of colours
Spreads from one globe to
Another
To swim the ocean deep
Just because of love
Poetry is that and more, which I
Hate to carry this on and on
But
Poetry is the love of our life that visit
Us in our dreams
Poetry is
Me and the worlds that wakes every
Morning to bloom and blossom
Even after the death has played it last
Song that breaks our hearts
Poetry is tears and moans
Grief and pain that Hunt's the
Soul
Poetry is the rain crying from
The sky
The sun the moon with the golden
Light
Poetry is a child laughter at play
The tears a child shreds in sadness
They cry
Poetry is just a book of songs you
And I write down in our journal
Each and every day
We
Mix them together again and again
That is poetry
Poetry is life woes
Life happiness
Poetry is life
Here now and after
Poetry is you and I
poem by Carolyn Sears
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We blame conveniently.
A stole from B.
Who is the culprit?
If it is A, why did B steal from C?
A theft occurred.
Who is the culprit?
The greed to get or
The greed to hoard.
A boy teased a girl.
Who is the culprit?
His thirst or her looks.
A tree fell down.
Who is the culprit?
The storm or the soil.
We fix the culprit conveniently.
11.06.2007.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The coldest of the cold?
A greedy person’s Cold ambition
Or could it be Cold windy nights
The pureness of Cold clear water
Or the alien aspect of Cold neon lights
The careless Cold shoulder
The unfeeling Cold heart
The curse of Cold nature
Cold hands held apart
Could it be Cold feet
Could it be cold fears
Could it be cold weather
Or icy cold ears
Even above cold blood…
Even above… being apart
My choice of all, above, Would be
the unfeeling…of a cold, cold heart
poem by David Whalen
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Oceanic
As your pliant hands resurge
every night of oblivion
no matter how terse,
no matter salient,
your flagrant subtlety
jeopardizes my frailty
and these obdurate sea walls
can never be your frontier
You are the sapphire ocean -
the unrivaled beauty of its infinity,
the moon on its stark reflection,
the enigma of its moonless nights,
the soigné tremors on its skin,
the lulls of its horizontal vertigo,
and the peril of its silence
You are the azure pall
of my lonely drowning planet
Sometimes I forget you,
but your saline susurrations will
pick up to remind my scorched skin
Sometimes I forget you,
but I always thirst to reckon
your unfathomable depth
and shallow trifle of attention
Whilst you buoy the hefty
in you, I sank weightlessly
deeper and deeper, impenetrably -
slowly and haplessly
I flummoxed into your quicksand
without a footprint left
But I still endure, obstinately
because your shores
is full of beautiful sunsets
all looking the same
yet progressively inveigling
in its pristine melancholy
You are my moor in liberty,
my oceanic odyssey
poem by Norman Santos
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A Drinking Song
poetry flows from my heart
the way wine gurgles
into this fine crystal glass
dancing with the moon
clinking to a lonesome night
the riveting sublime light
sparkles like the beauty of verses
sip by sip the light flows into me
line by line spirited verses
oozes from my heart
the essence distillled from
matters of heart and soul
my love, would you pour me wine
vintage wine from that bottle
that has caroused with time
to give us its real wonder?
through it i see the beauty
of the world as verses flow
from a seasoned heart that has
twisted, whaltzed, swung, rocked with time
inspired by
A Drinking Song
WINE comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
William Butler Yeats
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Take Me
The bench made an impression
From my sparse weight
It had flaccidly laded
The burden
Of cradling me
In my bleak
Trampling,
And these cigarette buds
Swiftly incinerated
My lips, lungs,
Held by abeyance
In a swinging loose noose
The leaves zither and squander
As my eyes slow danced
With the hands
Of time
And days thawed to nights,
Nights coagulated
To weeks,
And drudgery was
Born in an effortless labor
The walls closed and shivered
The windows flipped
Like a page of
A novel
And the door bawled
A peremptory invitation
Take me, anywhere you want.
Take me far,
Deep in the sun's skin
Let it burn my bones
But do not stare at me
Just stay
‘Til I am one
With the sun's arms
And my warmth can touch
Everything.
Take me close,
To a hostel room
Dim the lights and
Touch my face
Like a lacquer furniture
And tell me
About beauty.
Run your fingers down
And my frame would
Slice your grazing
And tell me about
Calignosity.
Take me away
From this bench
And this cigarette
But don't let me
Abandon what's left
For nothing.
poem by Norman Santos
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Here When Gone
I am a woman haunted by hands
Even though Im alone
Traces of pompey
Across my skin
And an invisible map
Of where youve been
Its dry road to idaho
A thirsty tongue across the land
And soil so dry
You could swallow an entire man
Took the first road out of town
Hoping that you were just skin deep
Well I feel you like
Some sort of phantom limb
Beside me when I sleep
Cause you are here when gone
You are here when gone
You are here when gone
You are here when gone
I watch another grey day unfold
Its dusty wings
Sometimes I wish I were more like
Rocks and stones and things
Sometimes I wish my heart
Were not like flowers at all
That way I wouldnt get butterflies
When you called
Begin extra
And the night swallows itself
You can see it in the stars
The moon blinks its tired eyes
I may be a thousand miles to nowhere
Does that make me lost or found?
Oh - is it that relative to if youre around?
End extra
And some birds abandon their young
Cause the instinct is too strong to fly
Well I feel like abandoning
My guitar and my books and Im afraid
I dont know why
Cause you are here when gone
You are here when gone
You are here when gone
You are here when gone
song performed by by Jewel
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My Love
My love for People is so great,
My heart melts once it has twitched;
The nights break down to slithering pieces
Of dark and darker pieces, shards,
When he is away, when his time has passed
The moments of life begin to thaw.
He is a beautiful ripe fruit, his beauty is great,
Gardening is all I do,
Waiting for all the right moments in my life.
poem by Naveed Akram
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