Once I Saw My Nature!
Once I saw the light that glows
my existence.
I don't need these mortal eyes! Once I touched the deepest layer
of my existence,
I no more want even the
topmost heaven, even if it
exists! Once I breathed the airless
breath,
I no longer wish to breath this
polluted air! Once I smelt that fragrance of
odourless perfume of self, I no
longer like this nose.. Once I touched the heart of all
hearts,
I no longer wish to listen this
heart beat! Once I touch the toothless
wonder, I don't need these skin
and flesh! Once I heard That sboundless
music, I don't need this ears to
listen to any music! Once I found what is death, I
don't want live anymore Once I become one with truth I
don't need any words describing
it! Once I met with the beloved I
need no separation Oonce I felt that love I became
love and need it anymore.. Once I am one with my beloved I
am free of desires and aims Once I am bathed in by devine
nectar with grace,
I don't need live for anyone
except that divine.. I am here as guest and before I
close my drama here, wish to
thank all actors, who made my
drama super hit!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Longer I Live
LONGER I LIVE
Longer I live more I believe
Blessed is your love from above
For me to treasure beyond measure
On this earth is the truth
Longer I live more I believe
Your heart is ocean of bliss
Spilling all over in my future
Like sun light day and night
Longer I live more I believe
You are gleam of my dream
Melody of song I hum along
Feeling the essence of your puissance
Longer I live more I believe
Your tender touch means so much
Sparkle of joy wings to fly
In world of dreams of sunbeams
poem by Mittur Ramprasad
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Consideration Of The Fear Of The Mate For Your Soul
Have you not stopped, to consider I may also be scared to death! ?
Perhaps it is because, neither one of has truly taking life's first breath-
And shall not, until our hearts' verity is addressed in the way it is due;
Perchance my beloved, be not afeared any longer of your heart's call-
For, it is what you have awaited for so very long-as I have awaited you,
To lift the curtain off the heartache that has been my heart's pall
For so very long-I am forever in your debt, not for precisely what you did,
But for the resultant of your actions as they are now; As you were afeared, you hid
Behind a veil of secrecy, to protect yourself from further harm, as others hurt you!
As you have been terse in the recent past, I may be, in a different way, curt too!
Now that we are no longer burdened by our past, each, contrariwise-
Perhaps now beloved, you shall begin, in your own way, to realize:
Fear may cause many actions or inactions, to keep certain things secret-
But, the only truth that emerges from this arcanum is love-you could not keep it
Under wraps any longer, and it needed to emerge from the coccoon of your heart's coffer,
Where until its escape, it remained so very closely guarded; Now though, this proffer
Of love sans pareil, may not be masked from this world-all now know of its strength;
One more truth may escape you though, which is: no matter of distance, nor of length
Of time, I shall be here waiting to help you realize that the this love is the fortitude
You believe you lack-then only beloved, shall you truly see this love, and the necessitude
It imparts, to both you and your heart: namely, you simply must beat back the nemesis that is fear,
And allow to blossom further, the ardor of your own heart, that for always, is near!
poem by Maurice Harris
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I Wish Your Days Had Been Longer
I wish your days had been longer,
my poet with beautiful words.
You left me and I no longer could hear the sound of birds.
They quieted down and then took flight.
And sounds were never the same.
Maybe they went with you, my love
and they I do not blame.
For had I been able to fly with them
and leave this lonely place.
Maybe I'd been able to find you
and see your beloved face.
All is different now you're gone,
nothing of worth anymore.
I pass my days one by one
and of the Gods implore
to allow me a quick exit
from this world that can never be
filled with delight and passion
to just live with monotony.
Each day I'm growing older
and gasp from slowing breath.
Is the only way for me to be with you
by praying for my death?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Like a harp in heaven
So beautiful
flow of a touch
reaches deeper
then any mountain
with the highest peak
subtle and Divine
is the connection
of our souls
So beautiful
I feel your energy swimming
in me, healing me
pumping love into my veins
when I touch you
my hands, my body
my heart, my soul
my mind
as I watch from within
all melts into you
in such completeness
and becomes invisible
So beautiful
I no longer feel me
I am your energy
one blue thread
maybe gold, maybe silver
how can I explain
can I find words to do so?
no, i don't think I can
simple or complex as they may be
those letters can't be expressed
So beautiful
take the whole alphabet
and make it into heaven
describe your presence there
can you?
I am going back to say;
should I even say
mine at this point
see, it is no longer mine nor yours
it just becomes ours
in trinity
we are
So beautiful
Home where hearts
beat in the rhythm
of the moment
and the heart, only one
was given to me and you
So beautiful
I don't have one heart
I carry two
yours and mine
every beat are notes of yours
that create me in new lyrics
in new music
not the music
my ears hear
but the music
the soul plays
like a harp in heaven
poem by Kasia Fedyk
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Touched Her Face
I pray beneath streetlights
To find the light within myself;
I kiss holy books and letters she wrote
In the belief that life is sacred mystery.
Every day is an unknown journey;
Maybe our life will remain routine,
Maybe we will veer off into a nightmare or dream.
Perhaps, I’m shallow:
I only want to listen to music
And to smell the fragrance of her hair,
To exist in a place of flowers.
Anymore, I’m always on the verge tears
For no definable reason
And I can no longer discern
If I’m happy or sad.
If I disappear tomorrow,
It will be as if I never breathed
In this fragile place,
But a part of me believes
I’ve reached her heart
And touched her face.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Lovers
Sit down and listen 'cause I've got good news for you
It was in the papers today
Some physician had made a discovery
This' what she had to say:
(Oooh you know that)
She said that every result she had backed her
Claiming that love's a longevity factor
So lovers live a little longer, baby
You and me, we got a chance to live twice
Lovers live a little longer, ain't that nice
Lovers live a little longer, baby
What a feeling when I hold you tight
Lovers live a little longer, yeah
I can imagine, I'll see in my fantasy
I'll enjoy every day
Making love is a dynamite drug, baby
So why don't we start right away
(Ahh, please don't wait)
I don't care if they're watching 'cause listen
We've got a reason for each time we're kissing
'Cause lovers live a little longer, baby
You and me, we got a chance to live twice
Lovers live a little longer, ain't that nice
Lovers live a little longer, baby
What a feeling when I hold you tight
Lovers live a little longer, yeah
I just don't care if they're watching 'cause listen
We've got a reason for each time we're kissing
'Cause lovers live a little longer, baby
You and me, we got a chance to live twice
Lovers live a little longer, ain't that nice
Lovers live a little longer, baby
What a feeling when I hold you tight
Lovers live a little longer, yeah
Lovers live a little longer, baby
You and me, we got a chance to live twice
Lovers live a little longer, yeah
song performed by by ABBA
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In the spirit of Rumi - 41 - Prayer
In the street outside the window
a beautiful young maiden passes;
only her eyes, looking straight ahead, demurely down,
are to be seen of her, above her veil, below her headscarf; and yet –
around her, as we draw our breath, transfixed –
around her, all the air is radiant with the light of love…
and in the following days, for hours each day,
we, love-smitten, wait in hope to catch her
as she passes; and the more we see her passing,
the more we seek to snare her attention;
hoping for the day when, as she passes,
her lovely eyes may glance so briefly, glance this way…
and on that day, the day of days
which we have waited for, for weeks and months -
then, it is no longer all we want:
how to ensnare her gaze? so that, one day,
our burning ears and lips may draw one single word from her…
*
Wise men say in the ancient tongue, the word,
to pray, meant, to incline, to listen – and, to snare…
and so for every one of us, our whole life is prayer:
from the first moment to the last,
from the first time when the baby’s eyes
meet those of loving parents, until
the last moment when our eyes turn upward…
we bow in adoration of the Beloved,
of whom we are not worthy; yet…
then listen for the first word breathed
by child; by parent; lover; ruler; God…
And, lover and beloved both alike,
set snares to catch our Beloved to ourselves…
that Beloved who is outside us, yet within…
that sleeping beauty who is our very self.
and, since prayer is love, our Beloved
sets snares for us also, to test our love;
this is the lovely game of love…
God plays it too with us:
to test our faith, to test our trust, to test our love…
Prayer, O Beloved, is pure love.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Listen To Music
Listen to music
To change your mood
A fast beat
May make you shrewd
Listen to music
Just to relax
A melodious one
May freeze you as wax
Listen to music
Out of some passion
A slow beat
May keep you from tension
Listen to music
With a fresh cool breeze
A divine rythm
May keep you in peace
Listen to music
To keep doctors away
A classic tune
May keep your ail at bay
Listen to music
When your mind goes dull
A Rehman's composition
May cheer you up well
Listen to music
Just before you sleep
A bethoven's melody
May make your's deep
Listen to music
When your worries attack you
Then see those worries
Running out of view
Listen to music
When you turn as a angry hound
Your favourite beat
May cool you down
Listen to music
But when time says ''no''
Sing a song
And live so long
poem by Abinaya Saravanan
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I choose to no longer be a victim of people hate
i no longer play the victim,
that no longer who i am,
i'm the girl who finds my own way,
not afraid to ask for help,
cuz it will only help me go far,
i no longer play the victim,
i can do for myself,
even when i'm injured,
i will find my way,
don't feel sorry for me,
i'm no longer the victim,
i say what's on my mind,
and bite my tongue,
when i will only create more drama,
it who i am, and who i will continue to be,
no longer a victim,
to people hating who i want to be,
to me hating where i can't be,
action speak louder than words,
and right now they are saying,
'DON'T BE A VICTIM OF ANY KIND ANYMORE! '
poem by Mona Martinez
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In A Heart Like Mine
(skip ewing/donny kees)
In a heart like mine
With a steady beat
Just the right rythm makes you feel complete
And the rythms right with you and i
And love starts pounding in a heart like mine
Put a quart or two
With a melody
Bring in a little chillbump harmony
Then let it build
Til the feelings right
And love starts playing in heart like mine
In a heart like mine
In a love like this
Theres a sympony in a single kiss
Bring on the fiddles and the violins
And listen to the way they shine
I could live on the music til the end of time
With a love like yours and a heart like mine
In a heart like mine
Thres poetry
In truth, emotion and honesty
So when the soul is there
And the words all rhyme
Love starts singing in a heart like mine
In a heart like mine
In a love like this
Theres a sympony in a single kiss
Bring on the fiddles and the violins
And listen to the way they shine
I could live on the music til the end of time
With a love like yours and a heart like mine
In a heart like mine
In a love like this
Theres a sympony in a single kiss
Bring on the fiddles and the violins
And listen to the way they shine
I could live on the music til the end of time
With a love like yours and a heart like mine
I could live on the music til the end of time
With a love like yours and a heart like mine
song performed by by Randy Travis
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No Longer With Me
There is no more,
A deep layer on the eyes,
I live no more in the fantasies,
So there is no more agony of love.
I live no more on taking and giving,
And in outline of life,
The moment that slipped away,
From the lashes of my eyes,
And from the palms of your hands,
Had been a dream since ages,
But it no longer exists.
On seeing me your bewilderment,
Is a question,
It is true I am the same and you are too,
But my heart that was fond of you,
Is no longer with me.
By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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In the Spirit of Rumi - 15
To My Beloved I said
O My Beloved,
tell me of Yourself;
I yearn to know
My Beloved said
O my dearest one,
tell me, rather, of yourself;
for only in knowing yourself
and knowing what you do not know
may you know Myself
to My Beloved I said
I breathe; and yet
I was never taught to breathe.
I breathe perfectly;
who taught me then, to breathe?
In the light of the Sun,
I see all that may be seen;
who taught my eyes to see?
who taught the Sun to shine?
With my breath,
with my eyes,
I see love, breathe love in my heart;
who put it there?
Every day, I eat,
every day I need to eat;
every day there is some food;
who makes earth into bread?
Every day I make mistakes,
yet every day I live again;
my children I forgive their mistakes;
who will teach me my mistakes,
who will forgive me my mistakes?
Every day I find my world the greater,
every day my powers are greater;
every day the world’s glory is greater;
who made these boundaries to be boundless?
Every day, I think of death;
every day, I am alive;
every day, I seek the truth;
who joins these three, and who divides?
my Beloved said to me
In your questions, love.
In the answer, love.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Feel The Music
What is music and why is it here?
Music is made for the ear.
To be made and played for many of decades.
To be embraced by different cultures and race,
Music
the heart of man
Only it seems now only a few understand
Music.
The upbeat the down beat the chords the rhythm it plays.
Exchanging and changing forever.
Music.
Not one man can take the responsibility for making the music the music made us.
You have to trust in the
Music
Classical Jazz, Swing, Country everything it brings.
Music.
Although music has a lot of names it will always remain the same
Music will always change.
The dramatic character of a story.
It will always end with the final glory.
Because of its graceful authority
music
Don't make music that embraces no heart
Make music that shall shine threw the dark.
Music lives every where.
Creating our atmosphere.
Our world circulates by the beat the music makes
So listen to the music see what is hidden in side.
Listen to the music shhhh! Close your eyes.
Unknown music is everywhere.
So open your ears stand clear
music it is taking over so beware!
There is no escaping
There is no replacing
There is no other so there is no point of looking further my brotha.
Without music where would I be?
It took sweet love music to create me.
The songs of Al green and Barry White stimulated the body so it is no fighting the
Music
Because the music doesn't fight u it hugs u kisses u loves u
Cause the music only can be true
'Lets make music', I've it heard said
But making music is not just in the bed
Music is made threw gospel beats threw the songs of rappers through the notes of the streets.
So let's make music my friend.
A sad moment in your life
'The rain is on your window pane' as Mary J. explains threw a song.
What more do I have to say music is made to be played.
There is no escapade
It is understood music is what it should be
Music is what it will always be
Okay! U understand now so read the music
That sings threw me
Read the music it is written so clearly
read my music
Make your own beat
So let me ask u do u feel the music that I've Just made
Do you feel the music running through your veins
Do you feel the music in my poetry song
Well, if u don't feel the music then something is wrong
Cause music are written in these words
just listen hush! Cause music will be heard
BY: TIFFANY BURTON
THE LOVE OF MUSIC INSPIRED ME
Ó 2006 Tiffany Burton
poem by Tiffany Burton
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A Slow Death
Miss you so much and it feels terrible to live without you
Existence of mine appears to have no meaning since you are no more in my life
My heart bleeds for you and trust me, your memories are still with me
Imagining my existence without you is a terrible feeling to go through
My heart still screams for you although the silence says you are not mine anymore
I even know that you not watching over me anymore
Totally, out of sight you have turned to be
Can I imagine a life without you?
No, it is very difficult to do
Heart bleeds, memories are only thing left to hold on to
I scream for your love although you do not hear anymore
Dying, a slow death, without your existence, I have turned to be.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Hey There Beloved
Hey there beloved why are you walking away from me?
Hey there beloved don't you know all those gifts are from me?
Hey there beloved I carried you through your storms
Hey there beloved come back to me
Hey there beloved don't you know I'm waiting with open arms
Hey there beloved I wish you were not blind but could turn back and see
Hey there beloved don't you notice my art?
Hey there beloved my love for you is in every night sky
Hey there beloved look for my love in the sunset
Hey there beloved, the sun is for you
Hey there beloved the coolness of clouds is for your enjoyment
Hey there beloved I love you
Hey there beloved You can walk away
Hey there beloved it makes me cry when you chase other lovers, but
Hey there beloved I'll let you go because I want you to choose me
Hey there beloved I want you to learn to love me
Hey there beloved don't go to them
Hey there beloved they cannot fill you up
Hey there beloved, I'll never give up on you
Hey there beloved I'm full of tears
Hey there beloved I made you for so much more
Hey there beloved you don't have to dress like that
Hey there beloved they don't really love you
Hey there beloved you're more than just a body
Hey there beloved you don't have to try to be something you're not
Hey there beloved I still love you
Hey there beloved you don't have to earn my love
Hey there beloved those things won't satisfy you
Hey there beloved heed my voice that path will destroy you
Hey there beloved you're broken, but
Hey there beloved my heart breaks for you
Hey there beloved can't you see the brokenness?
Hey there beloved why do you ignore me
Hey there beloved.... I love you with all that I am
Hey there beloved, that's everything there is
Hey there beloved I love you with my entire being
Hey there beloved that's grander than the universe itself
Hey there beloved you've strayed so far away
Hey there beloved I'll always call you back
Hey there beloved I'll always be waiting
Hey there beloved I still love y-
Hey there beloved h--
Hey there be-----
Hey--------
H--------
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poem by David Knox
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She Doesnt Live Here Anymore
We grew up together, weve been here forever.
Barefoot in the summer, cold in stormy weather.
She taught me all there is, like magic and love,
Lots of forgotten words
But now, she doesnt live here anymore.
Shes off and shes gone, she doesnt live here anymore.
Im sorry thats all there is to it, Im sorry thats all
She dressed just like a painter, a female street picasso
And i, I will remember the heaven in her laughter.
And the scent of her sweet perfume when we made love
Under an august moon
But now, she doesnt live here anymore.
Shes off and shes gone, she doesnt live here anymore.
Shes gone since long, so long, she doesnt live here anymore.
She took off and left home, she doesnt live here anymore.
Im sorry thats all there is to it, Im sorry thats all. thats all.
song performed by by Roxette
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The Transmogrification Of An Idea, To A Reality
I do not have to tell you that you have nothing to fear-
You know better than anyone, but I, what is happening here:
Your 'idea' is becoming real, and THAT scares you to death;
Now, you may not protect yourself any longer, by saying
Those things to me that take away your labored breath-
Now, you have to confront the love that is not allaying,
In spite of the many miles, much time, and many an obstacle;
You know it was this nemesis called fear-responsible for this debacle,
And ultimately to blame-not I, who did anything wrong-
In fact, I AM the love you guard in your heart, and have for so very long;
Please beloved, stop assessing blame for things I have not done;
Your weakness is only temporary, and freedom from fear will soon be won!
Beloved, I ask naught of thee, you are not willing to give-
Yet, I implore thee, beat back fear, and become, willing to live!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Beloved, You Must Do As I Have Told You
i can no longer give it to you
because i have given it to
no one,
nothing receives it
and if falls in nowhere.
i have nothing more to give
you
and now the power of your
understanding shall be tested
if you must still
take me as your beloved
i am nothing now, the wind is
more with flesh
and the water is warmer
than my skin
i am a stone and the rivers
deny me
i am this part of your universe
where the sun
cannot shine anymore
the only way that you can make me live
is release me from your
cares.
i am nobody now and
you
even if you utter my name
like a possession
like a jewel
i do not dare any glow
i am rust amidst the salt of the sea.
do not deny me this freedom of the winged
curse,
i am no longer the fire in the cold
not even a grass for the grave.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What You Can Do....
dearly beloved
promise yourself not to forget poetry
you cannot say that, unless you are prepared to be another congenital liar,
your lips miss always the metaphors that please your tongue
that tastes the sweetness of nectar words
inside the receptacles of your flower-mind
come, dearly beloved
for the meantime leave the daily cares of your search for comfort
forget the greenish look of the almighty money
come with me
let us sing the songs of our perdition
let us ring the bells of of our death
to art, say it again, to art i must live and die and live and die
and die again
only to be redeemed by the powers of its beauty
its grace that saves us
ultimately from the evils of boredom
of too much familiarity to the insignificant
and the worldly,
dearly beloved we set free our butterflies
into the infinite skies of our
immortal existence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Heart From Eyes
Come back.
The beloved lives to be loved.
What becomes of the beloved
when love is no longer in being?
How does a heart and body turn two different ways?
The heart turns to the beloved.
The eyes turn away.
This tearing goes on.
Heart from eyes. Distance lengthens.
I know time will cure it.
But right now...
Heart from eyes, heart from eyes, heart from eyes.
poem by Meli Secret
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