Narcissus
Encircled by her arms as by a shell,
she hears her being murmur,
while forever he endures
the outrage of his too pure image...
Wistfully following their example,
nature re-enters herself;
contemplating its own sap, the flower
becomes too soft, and the boulder hardens...
It's the return of all desire that enters
toward all life embracing itself from afar...
Where does it fall? Under the dwindling
surface, does it hope to renew a center?
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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My Nature
My nature is of nature itself,
A kind light of my soul,
The very essence that rings supreme,
Into every knot of existence.
The elite flower is on my head,
Overcast with shadows that nature deals,
A sun and star cascade like waterfalls
To bury the lavender on my hat.
My nature is that of fear and grief,
Solid nature of sad constancy,
The sadness subsides to bring in hope
Of an everlasting future.
My chair has turned golden,
As the warmth enters the heart,
Giving masterful looks to my face,
This path of action ranks high as highness itself.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Panther
His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to him there are
a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.
As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.
Only at times, the curtain of the pupils
lifts, quietly--. An image enters in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
plunges into the heart and is gone.
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Listen to The Song of Invisible Bird!
Listen to The Song of that invisible bird,
The Song of great singer several souls heard,
Sings sitting on tree of life, hidden under every leaf,
Its song go unheard by those pretend deaf,
Ever tuned to that great music,
Everytime it sings same song,
But with different lyrics and different words,
Autumn may come followed by spring,
Leaves may fall to make way to new,
Each leaf has that song, the bird flies under cover of green leaf,
When old yellow one fall,
Green leaves should learn from the fall of the old!
One can wait flowers to bloom,
Or can reap all fruits mature,
or remove immature buds or raw fruits,
The tree of life spread to several worlds,
One parallel to other,
Makes one world happy by another,
some may cross and intersect,
only to give or take life!
Come an sit near a flower,
Look at frog waiting for insects to come,
The invisible bird sings its song,
May it be heart of the flower,
It is flower for you,
source of nectar to insects,
place where frog gets its food!
It is cage for that bird ready to fly,
enters as nectar into insect,
and it enters frog as insects,
and moves along food chain,
It may be invisible to these eyes,
Yet it has its flight can be seen,
Look at your heart, the same bird sing,
Who knows when and where is its next flight?
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Buried To-Day
February 23, 1858.
BURIED to-day.
When the soft green buds are bursting out,
And up on the south wind comes a shout
Of village boys and girls at play
In the mild spring evening gray.
Taken away
Sturdy of heart and stout of limb,
From eyes that drew half their light from him,
And put low, low, underneath the clay,
In his spring--on this spring day.
Passes away
All the pride of boy-life begun,
All the hope of life yet to run;
Who dares to question when One saith 'Nay.'
Murmur not--only pray.
Enters to-day
Another body in churchyard sod,
Another soul on the life in God.
HIS Christ was buried--and lives alway:
Trust Him, and go your way.
poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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Abernathy Road Roundabout
Bronze angel, strong arms
lifting the rainbow,
you stand in the center.
Our fast cars veer around
north, then east
to shop, to school,
to home
but we can’t see
what you see.
Even the truckers,
who lumber down
Abernathy Road
and enter the circle
with heady grapes
ready for press, for barrel,
for thick, green bottle
steer past you.
Our lives are scheduled over-full.
We all have
some place else to go
until unfulfilled,
we return at last
to our bright center,
and in your embracing arms
we rest.
poem by Steven Federle
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Forever
Give thanks to the Lord, Our God and King
His love endures forever
For He is good, He is above all things
His love endures forever
Sing praise, sing praise
With a mighty hand and outstretched arm
His love endures forever
For the life that's been reborn
His love endures forever
Sing praise, sing praise
Sing praise, sing praise
CHORUS:
Forever God is faithful
Forever God is strong
Forever God is with us
Forever and ever, forever (2X)
From the rising to the setting sun
His love endures forever
By the grace of God we will carry on
His love endures forever
Sing praise, sing praise
Sing praise, sing praise
(CHORUS)
His love endures forever (8X)
Sing praise, sing praise
Sing praise, sing praise
(CHORUS)
Forever you are faithful
Forever you are strong
Forever you are with us
Forever and ever, forever
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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Arms And Bones
Arms are dug forever, armies of winter,
Winter is upon us like the guns of power;
Almost a lost person enters the arena,
To make blessings on us from the angels.
Attractive senses are lying on the surface,
Animals of the rain wander in this body colour,
With bodices of fur, and skin and rain,
Like swimmers of the muddy rivers.
Reason is a lie, reason is not ready for me,
Loathing the bones of stretching kind.
poem by Naveed Akram
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On the Mystery of the Incarnation
It's when we face for a moment
the worst our kind can do, and shudder to know
the taint in our own selves, that awe
cracks the mind's shell and enters the heart:
not to a flower, not to a dolphin,
to no innocent form
but to this creature vainly sure
it and no other is god-like, God
(out of compassion for our ugly
failure to evolve) entrusts,
as guest, as brother,
the Word.
poem by Denise Levertov
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Shut My Window
windows keep shut
lest sky enters the room
if sky enters wind sunbeam rain sea-roar
the green of tall trees, the distance far away the horizon
will meet my individual world
will quake my tranquility in confinement
the disorder begins
when small wants to meet big wide
expanded nature never knows its limit
my individual world just small
four walls its limit
roof overhead and a man sleeps quiet
to slip from the enlarged
not to loose its enchained passion
not to live spreading wings
windows keep shut to show
no world behind it could exist..
thoughts are dark to dark the expansion
thoughts are dark to condemn nature
if sky enters
if light
if wind
if rain
if sea-roar
if horizon glitters away
with distant distance
individual nowhere
everywhere the wave of life
sometimes burn, sometimes snowy
and sometimes makes me burst to meet the end
from where beginning begins again...
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Complete Love
Love completes itself after the feelings,
It fascinates to one for the cost of life;
Life directs us to our prize, in our prize,
That is the love of the dead and alive.
To die tonight is profiting the devil,
It refuses to love Adam, and he is perfect
Such that love enters his heart
And one other love enters creation - Eve!
poem by Naveed Akram
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The food that enters the mind must be watched as closely as the food that enters the body.
quote by Pat Buchanan
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A visual image is a simple thing, a picture that enters the eyes.
quote by Roy H. Williams
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Milking Stars
Man cannot milk a star that shines
in galaxies in milky ways,
but can milk love, when he entwines,
unstar-crossed, trying to amaze,
the woman he attempts to enter
when she is ready, being wet,
to let thim penetrate her center,
where she has dragged her net
to capture lights that emanate
from all the pores of his excited
body, shining, when they copulate
in starlight, being unbenighted.
Inspired by a poem by Anne Sexton:
When Man Enters Woman
When man
enters woman
like the surf biting the shore
again and again
and the woman opens her mouth in pleasure
and her teeth gleam.
Like the alphabet,
Logos appears milking a star
and the man
inside of woman
ties a knot
so that they never will
again be separate,
and the woman
climbs into a flower
and swallows its stem
and Logos appears
and unleashed their rivers
This man
this woman
with their double hunger
have tried to reach though
the curtains of God
and briefly they have,
though God,
in His perversity
unties the knot.
http: //www.geocities.com/SoHo/cafe/1324/sexton.htm
11/6/08
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Return
If
memory escapes me
I have returned to you
A thousand times
In dreams dreaming
In streams glistening
In half light
You have become tiny stars
I return to you
In the unfolding hours
Of embracing
Woods warm scent
Autumns silent fall
These are the fragile footprints
That break the stance of trees
Whose branches bend and bow
And falll
And though I lie upon the soil
My face is the sky
My eyes a burning sun
I return to you on the wind
Lost
In the sorrow of the moon
Felt still
I am here
Cold as the night
Held in your warm breast
I burn still
In the fire of your heart
These ghosts
They melt and dance
Mourn and celebrate
The life
Beneath the skin of life
Forever I return
Forever in love
Finding my rest in you
Forever being born
poem by Yvette Smith
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The Last Poem Before Shabbat Comes
THE LAST POEM BEFORE SHABBAT ENTERS
The last poem before Shabbat enters
Already partakes of Shabbat
It has the hush of quiet sanctity
'Neshama Yeterah' on the way
It knows that it need not pain or praise,
The work has already been done,
It's time to rest.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Mud Path
Non-eye vision penetrates.
The silent song trembles
I weave a pattern
to resolve the crisis
the escape to white
space was useless.
The ending of sorrow
was a movement on circuit
the center has started vanishing.
Thinking was preventing
the completeness of self.
A single flower is answer of nature.
The echo of pulsating memories.
the landscape is full of quotations.
No one reads. Denials
and evasions want more attention.
A new road enters the body
on the edge of a prayer
infinitely small, a handful of vowels
sailing in my mind,
give powerful eyes to faith.
The abstracted meaning
leaves a sweet taste in mouth.
I lay out a mud path for the reader.
poem by Satish Verma
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Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.
quote by Alexandre Dumas
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Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.
quote by Alexandre Dumas
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The Seven Divisions of Womanhood
To Shakespeare I give all due respect,
But the world must be a huge theater I suspect.
Woman’s the major player if not the star,
For she influences all with love from afar.
The main acts of her drama as one envisions,
Occur for my audience in seven divisions.
First the helpless infant in her nurse’s arm,
Fresh from God’s hands smiling and warm.
Yet guiltless and untouched by worldly strife,
She is but a stranger to sin in this dawn of life.
In her pink crib she looks cute and pure,
With a smile on her lips so modestly demure.
Next as a tender young girl of school age,
With pigtails and grace she enters the stage.
An innocent young girl loving dolls and toys,
She has no taste for bruises, math or boys.
Her voice is like music whenever she speaks,
Explaining with emotion the desire she seeks.
In the sweet summer age she becomes a blossom,
And weathers the waves in the role of stardom.
Now she’s a young lady with a pure, creative mind,
Nursing dreams of a life moral and refined.
When put into the orbit of heart-consuming men,
Overcoming dying hope, her world she has to win.
As a wife she makes her home a true nirvana,
Winning from the man she loves her merited honor.
She is in hard times his source of consolation,
And in times of pleasure his joy and elation.
As a lover and a mate she continues to perform,
Keeping house and home through every storm.
Now for the most blessed age of female life,
She assumes the role of mother as well as wife.
Like God's miracle, the first is released with a hurl,
Then with tears and a scream from womb to world.
Before long baby laughs aloud and pleads for caress,
And mother love with playful smile grants the request.
Next the vestiges of youth appear a distant dream,
And spring's lovely buds now attest to her final esteem,
As she enters her mournful stage of the widow's woe,
Her glance upon her children falls as her eyes overflow.
She has lost all her young heart once fondly enjoyed,
And in the business of change of life she's fully employed.
With the final division, youth is now a faded flower,
And she can bask in the coolness of the evening hour.
As she enjoys the reflection of her progeny having fun,
She is reminded that maternal pleasures are not yet done.
She continues to impart knowledge necessary to sustain,
As she guides their hopes to reach for the heavenly domain.
poem by Albert Price
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Forever is the life of nature
Forever is the life of nature
But the trees die within her
Forever is the life of nature
But the birds die within her
Forever is the lofe of nature
But men die within her
Forever is the life of nature
But earths die within her
Forever is the life of nature
But suns die within her
Forever is the life of nature
But suns die within her
Forever is the life of nature
But galaxies die within her
Forever is the life nature
But universes die within her.
poem by David E. Patton
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