The Nymph quiet not known
such a stroke
you played
in the mandatory over
shit
a cold
I dodged cruelly
to imprint
my footprint
on the board
quiet sure
unnecessary clipping
of such ignited
paraphrase
basically
carries no meaning
not in life
and no actual winning
till today
recorded on the scoreboard
of infinite time-stand
yet I appreciate
your tactical stroke
which made you
much meaningless
to exist...
Pranab k c
02/11/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Poet Speaks
I'm not committed
to please you by my rounded
lullabic words
rather
I'm committed
to erect you by my
thoughts
otherwise
poetry industry
such a flop project
people invest their
unnecessary time and intelligence
better you produce
smooth condom
to supply much pleasure
to seduce time long
I'm committed
to erect you
placing a mirror in front
you can experience
your animality and divinity
your useless unnecessary existence
and your inevitable pre-designed importance
to expand yourself as infinite oneness
Pranab k c
05/09/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Please Smile Once
if I die today
nothing will be shivered
any where on the surface
none will be shocked
any where on the planet
simply a number would be transferred
for other one
and ultimately the truth
will flap again with the lesson
no where to reach
the ultimate is journey....
Pranab k c
15.05.2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Bloody Findings
findings are of no importance
when finder goes beyond
its factual arena
last allocation of deviational query
you made us tempt by your series of failure
and when you achieved its clarity
Oh God, you were nowhere to find out
ultimately findings made you
another object of life
to be claused by query
Pranab k c
Edited on 16.11/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Journey Through A Pain
a lonely evening shining poorly
with her tune
a masculine star long far
follows my breathing
when she stops her bleeded agony
silently I looked surroundings
a little puppy was there
a blank horizon dips gradualy in dark
a tree alone in mid-field guards the silence
what could I do more
just touched her pain
she opened the door
to greet me in
here a bed scene could begin
here a nude beauty could imagine
but I bowed to her feet
because she the widow of a martyr
her man has gone to catch the sun
to snatch the food for fasters
her man has gone to hold the rein
of the time for subalterns
praise I not the path
praise I not the sacrifice
but can't defy their demands
because I feel myself a human
silent was my safari
silent was my voice
but loud I stroke the feet
who will suffer long for isolation...
Pranab k c
15/04/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Dead Robin
The inadvertent fact of a robin
Carelessly snapping its back on a glass bus shelter
Is not a major tragedy of epic proportions.
Nevertheless, today there has been a death,
Two beautiful slender legs
Are crossed, a demure crucifix of twigs.
Tail feathers, folded away
Like ironed packing.
The small red body nestles in my hand
A cold flame
Fragile as an egg.
I do not want to bury it.
I do not want to draw earth's curtain over its closed face.
This delicate two-winged coffin.
I stroke and stroke the fiery breast
The light brown back
Turning it round and round like a roasting spit,
Regret its fading essences
Its lightness and its grace
Its softly thudding heartbeat
Has sunk without a trace
Into a sealed silence.
Over morning smells of toast and tea
I have read columns of obituaries
Black lists of names on thin cheap paper
My eyes dusted the dead as lightly as swatting a fly
But today one of the winged ones
Has tumbled from the sky
And I may stroke and stroke that small stilled throat
But cannot stir one feather with my gentling.
poem by Sheena Blackhall
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Stroke One
Head throbbing
Heart pumping
Neck stiffens hard
Cannot move forward
Vision now doubles
Hearing inaudible
Everything's white
Something wrong with sight
What can be done
When it's Stroke One...
Beep beep the monitor
Out goes the doctor
'She will survive'
(I'm still alive!)
Bless this good child
The stroke was mild
Of symptoms, none
Sneaky Stroke One
So if I misspell
It's my eyes, they aren't well.
(How are the two of you?)
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Stroke Of Death
Do not fear the stroke of death.
Because afterwards, that’s it, there’s nothing.
You will be gone so quickly,
You wont even know what happened.
So don’t fear the inevitable stroke of death,
It will happen to all of us.
We have to understand it, acknowledge it,
But never fear it.
Never fear the stroke of death,
You will go mad just thinking about it.
poem by Rachel Brewer
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The last dejected effort often becomes the winning stroke.
quote by W.J. Cameron
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Times Have Changed
As a child, you only looked forward to swimming at the beach,
As a child, you only played volleyball for the prize you would receive,
As a child, winning was everything to you,
You never even realized that time blew by so quick,
Today, you only look forward to walking along the shore at the beach and looking at the sunset until dawn with the love of your life,
Today, you only play volleyball for fun and to chill with friends,
Today, you realized that TRYING is WINNING,
Today, having fun is your biggest goal.
poem by Sonam Avichal
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A Poem In The Quiet
A POEM IN THE QUIET
A poem in the quiet
After the pain-
Health will come again
And with it,
The Happiness- Health gives.
I am alive again
I am not going to die yet
I have not had a stroke
I am not paralyzed.
I have made it through.
Thank God
The wisdom tooth is out
And a day later
I bless the dentist
And feel better.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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It is nothing new or original to say that golf is played one stroke at a time. But it took me many years to realize it.
quote by Bobby Jones
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Sunil Ganguly Is Dead
death is an end
end of a global journey
an end of an unfinished book...
Pranab k c
23/10/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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The Boss
spectacular love
grammatically sucks
blood and flesh
from grassroot
disfavor carpetting
ocean of uncertainty
below the feet
as if pet in domestic
unseen chain
fascinates life span
much economic
not like man
Pranab k c
10/05/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Sonnet: God, Imprint Thy Holy Cross
Imprint Thy Holy Cross on my forehead!
And let my face look ugly to the world;
And let my life become a thorny-bed;
And let me pass my days thus God, till old.
Imprint Thy Holy Cross onto my heart!
And let my thoughts be free of sinful shade;
And let their earthly tones from them depart;
And let me spend my life thus God and fade!
Imprint Thy holy Cross onto my soul!
And let its sanctity fill up its space;
And let Thy grace guide me onto my goal;
And let me have always a Heav’nly gaze!
Imprint Thy Holy Cross all through my life!
And let me not forget it ev’n in strife.
poem by John Celes
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0170 Love
Hopes die;
dreams fall;
and, subtlest stroke of all,
love sharply, cruelly, hides her face,
lives lost within the mind a space;
until one day in presence new,
love - whose love was ever true -
leaves the cold, hard, hungry heart
and plays love's everlasting part;
and once again, the wiser we...
are wild and bold again
and fools again;
so, love
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Blade Is A Space
Between life and death
Awaits a blade
And a man awaits in decision
The midnight
The stars above
Awaits with a loud laughter
To cheer up the defeat...
Pranab k c
Edited on 01/08/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Best Poem
the best poem
I have ever read
a white sheet
unworded
unspot the child
brought me once
to make a boat
Pranab k c
09/08/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Tactics, fitness, stroke ability, adaptability, experience, and sportsmanship are all necessary for winning.
quote by Fred Perry
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Man And Limit
finally he couldn't
the man planned
to commit suicide
to take a step behind
from the top he reached
but why?
the saint told
he knew the limit
Pranab k c
11/08/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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The Bloke Is Broke
The bloke is broke
Takes a coke and lots of smoke
Stroke a joke and leaves the yoke
Spoke and poke and went back folk
Remembering baroque
With a golf stroke
Scrubs an oak with
Another sick joke
Woke and evoke
And even provoke
A gun smoke
Goes amok
With a butterfly stroke
Wild with a James Knox
Towards valley oak
spoke a practical joke
Ending with a choke
that broken bloke
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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