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To Isis

Eyes
a lotus lustrous
and hair of
mourning tomb,
she calls this mortal's
self of selves with
whispers of the womb

Her name,
Celestial Water;
indivisible
ubiquitous sky
unveiling and
embracing
my island's eye
of I's

poem by Randy Resh
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Be Very Patient

Be very patient,
The potter's clay;
Be very wise,
The writer's pen;
Be very useful,
Of the muse of life with a living hope;
Let your yes be yes and your no be no.
Life is like the patience of Iyyob,
So abstain from fleshly lust;
Like the days of our visitations on this earth.

Sarah obeyed Abraham,
Like the sea and the seashore;
So established are the two witnesses.
Oh womb, womb, womb!
Oh bomb, bomb, bpomb! !
Oh tomb, tomb, tomb! ! !
Be very patient in this life.
Womb. bomb, tomb;
The womb is opened.
Womb, bomb, tomb;
The earth is defiled.
Womb, bomb, tomb;
The time of trouble on this earth with our muses.

Our bombs will shake the heavens,
And our sins will led us to our tombs;
As it is written in the Book Of Life like,
A child born today from the womb.
We came out of the womb and,
Many of us will be killed by the bombs! !
Which will finally send us into the tombs.
Read about the facts,
Learn about the truth,
Our days of darkness from the womb!

We came out of the womb and,
Are destroying the world with our bombs;
Soon, we will be buried in the tombs!
Womb, bomb, tomb;
Be very patient on this earth without hatred.
Lets be each others keeper,
Lets learn for the truth of all things;
Our days on this earth is still very short.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The lotus eye

A lotus is born in muddy water

You cannot grow lotus anywhere else

A sage is born in a decadent world

Jesus never comes during any golden age

He came in an age harrowed by humbugs

A lotus has eyes

They are enamoured of the Sun

Jesus had lotus eyes

They could see the Sun and nothing else

He saw light and nothing else

He was always in light

The lotus is the Sun on earth

Jesus was the Sun on earth

When we pray to Jesus

Our prayer goes to a lotus

When we caress a lotus

We caress God the Son

poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Daughter of my womb

Daughter of my womb
You've stabbed my heart so bad
You've killed the bearer of your life
Daughter of my womb am dying

My smile is but a frown
I have no idea whom I will crown
As the daughter of your womb
For you've sent them all to the tomb

My wrinkled hands needed a tender one
My closing eye libs needed to see before they are gone
The seed of the seed of my womb are no more
Daughter of my womb, you've killed the daughters of your womb

The medicine man in his robes
Administered the wrong root for a drug
Your womb is empty I have nothing to wait for
Why didn't you tell me of your planned atrocities before?
Daughter of my womb

Daughter of my womb
You've stabbed my heart so bad
You've killed the bearer of your womb
You've sent your seed to the tomb
You've dragged the generation of your womb
Daughter of my womb, you've killed us.

poem by Robert Abok
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Pond World

if this world is only a pond
of crystal clear water
the mirror of cotton clouds
the intimate half of the sky

if this world is only a matter
of the moon sitting softly
on the comfort of the marshes

or some whispers of the reeds
and an offering of beauty
with the petals of the pink lotus
and leaves opening to space
embracing everything in a universe

i would not have walked away
and looked for my star
i would not have followed what
the fingers of the sun hinted
i would not have believed
that somewhere at the foot
of a rainbow lies my pot of gold

i would not have succumbed to
the misery of the worms the
tragedy of the broken wings

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Womb to womb to tomb

I am born unto this womb
To be born again unto another womb
Before I take birth once again unto another womb
Then as mark of respect
A tomb shall man place on that womb
To remind the world
That this day a man
Was, born unto this womb.

Before another birth I seek
To live another life in another womb
In the seas of life I shall swim
Before I am once again ready
To take birth unto this womb
To be born again unto another womb
Before, I take birth once again to be entombed.

poem by cyclopseven Ram
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Ravishing

Smile and radiance on your face
mark my presence
and when you blush
power of love seizes me thence.

Peacock eyes
painted lampblack with care
playing hide & seek with your lustrous hair
thundering clouds are absent in the skies
yet lightening darts from your captivating eyes.

Sensuously
lowering of the eyelids
invite impenetrable darkness
you throw back your hair skilfully
daylight breaks unexpectedly.

Watching heavy heaving of your bust
with pride,
wind exults on your fate
even the flamingo gets the complex
enjoying your enchanting gait.

Lips, make me feel like rose petals
hands like the lotus stalks
astonished are Urvershi and Meneka*
checkmated,
away they walk.

Worship of some divine sculptor
HE only could have created you
whom should I proffer the flowers?
To Him or to ravishing you.

poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Alankar(Decor) -48

1 Lotus(Cameo)

Lotus!
From deep heart of dirt
To the high head of bright lit sun
Wonderful
To my eyes' vision as you bloom
Cease not just your disc of bliss
Lotus

2 Freeing(Cameo)

Vanish
O'soul this moment
Forgetting self changing Matter
Engraved
Into your poise of Lotus deep
Over to heaven to taste
Nectar

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Trivial Misconception

An event is trivial for those
In whom triviality rests
A drawback
Which drops one back
Like static water in the pond
Budding endemics
But he who has the desire
Looks for monumental in trivial
He sees the lotus bloom
In endemic ponds womb.

poem by Sanjay Mehta
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My Progeny Destined To Lie In Heaven's Womb

My progeny destined to lie in heaven's womb
Never to be born, myths of one's mind
Hidden from earth, from her dirt filled tomb
Safe in heaven with seraphs of heavenly kind
Veiled by heavenly white,
Playing on a star
Ablaze with celestial light,
Loving all from afar
My progeny seest, mine heavenly love
And knowest mine heart, mine heart alone
Laid in the womb of heaven beyond and above
To heaven's delight, there thou art only known
To heaven, to heaven, O! To heavenly only be born
Never on earth, wert souls are left forlorn…..

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Water Of The Flow-tide

the syllabus of the balcony
continues

the black-blossom just beneath your chick
can’t be extinguished

the waves
that are moving with their own axes
smile to the eyes
to make me more adult

the water of the flow tide
works for the whole day

at the end of the day it carries to home
five grains of the buds of the lotus
to maintain livelihood

the dew-drops
accumulating in the womb of the poetry
also want to change some warmth

riding on the football of 2-30 at night
the vermillion of the full-moon
on your forehead
all on a sudden
takes a sip
in the fishing-net of the tennis-man

poem by Murari Sinha
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The lotus in the heart

How many centuries of centuries and trust
did it take the lotus
to take that crazy jump
from the known earth to unknown laws of water –

to learn how to feed itself, to blossom,
to float on the water
without the water dampening its trusting, open petals?

That same love that taught it all these things
may teach that lotus in my heart
over centuries of centuries
or in one crazy, trusting jump.

[leaning on Kabir's ‘jis se rahani apar jagat men’]

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Embracing the rain

No more raincoats, I’m embracing the rain
Sunny days long gone, I’m embracing the rain

Sometimes you are dying
A circle of life is changing
In the darkness is new light
evolving and growing through the night

No more raincoats, I’m embracing the rain
Sunny days are long gone, I’m embracing the rain

Sometimes you are trying
Starting new things without slowing down
Illumination is the key
Trust the unknown, wait and see

No more raincoats, I’m embracing the rain
Sunny days long gone, I’m embracing the rain

Okay to be fearful, I’m embracing the rain
Better days are coming, I’m embracing the rain

I’m embracing the rain

poem by Alana Joy Bailey
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God, Bless the Womb and Home

Empty not the womb!
Empty not your home;
God fills the womb;
Cradle the unborn too!

A child is love
From God above;
Love all children;
Miss not heaven.

Rock the unborn,
Night and morn;
Say ‘No’ to porn!
Avoid God’s scorn.

Murder in the womb
Empties such a home;
Every child, welcome;
Each Child is love of God
made flesh! .

Let the womb
Remain the home
For humankind,
Not tomb!

God fills your womb;
Joy fills your home!
God, bless each womb;
God bless that home.

poem by John Celes
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Shall I use sword to solve Gordian Knot

when I opened my eyes to the world,
Not only my mouth opened to
breast of my mother,
Much before that my ears were open,
And skin that sensed touch of men or woman,
Known or unknown,
Expressing that by laugh or weep,

Then slowly opened eyes to see that world,
And light entered in eyes earlier,
Now reached brain!
Then started the questions and mystery Train,
And I became as what my elders trained!

But some years later I learnt life is from womb to tomb,
That made me to sit on tomb, into which I
saw someone sleeping,
As bone and skeleton,
With that hollow skull,

Then I learnt where one day I have to Go!
I disliked to sleep there with that hollow skull

I reached there without hollow skull,
But with brainful of painful thoughts!

If tomb is my destination,
Why came from womb,
If I can't assimilate, why should I eat,
If I can't solve the puzzle, why should bother it,
If everything is fate, how best life that I can rate?

I came to home straight and
Slept in a wooden box to feel my tomb with soulful brain!

I started learning to
Go where I should go,
Go and sleep in that wooden tomb and slept well there
and became familiar with that!

Then came my mother where I
am,
When she learnt that I am in my
own tomb,
Called father to show where I
am, Both lifted me
And laughed, Kissed me and said,
'You naughty, hiding there? '

Someday I have to throw this old used scrap in the waste box called my tomb,

If life Gordian knot,
Shall I use that sword to cut the rope,
The sword of self knowledge,
which is ultimate and impatient action,
I need not go and win the world,
Only I want win myself,

Self that in me have that thrill
And the joy of solving puzzle,
Within fairness of the game?

It kills the spirit in me,
And the spirit of puzzle
If I cut the rope,
And that game is over to me!

Let me play a while,
my mother is always ready,
She takes my into her lap
I will sleep in that love that is divine,
Than sleeping here in this tomb,
Once I throw that baggage aside
That was useful always in this journey,
All fate goes to that bag and not it can come unto me,
I am that son of God,
And God has to guide me as he is always my elder,
And He is my Fate, and I am destined to play and sleep with him!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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The Still Borns Of Africa

we are still in the womb
swimming in the filthy fluid of corruption
we are still in the womb
battling to cut the umbilical cord of pollution
we are still in the womb
preying on the reminant of deprived relation
we are still in the womb
drowning in the congest world of deprivation
we are still in the womb
protesting against divisional segregation
we are still in the womb
exsalting the strength of voices calling for attention
we are still in the womb
reaching the spheres through screw faces and traumatic expression
we are still in the womb
paddling our ways through neglect and isolation
we are still in the womb
stirring gently towards the end of our active function
we are still in the womb of africa
waiting to be called the still borns of our mother

poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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Abortion- Heaven gone amiss?

God gave women a pelvic bag,
‘The uterus’ or Womb!
And tethered it well, not to sag-
To rear children aplomb;
The growth of fetus should not lag,
And turn the womb, its tomb!
And neither should one abort it,
Thinking it is unfit!

The God of life gave some creatures,
The uterus or womb;
He gives the ‘seed’ life, and nurtures,
Some make the womb, a tomb!
No God of life can accept fault
Of a sinful human soul;
Most babies ought to pass the vault:
To be born- their one goal.

Some bring the babe out by ‘Caesar, ’
-a cut in uterus:
On dates and times, in their leisure,
Sans labor-pains or fuss!
Some others kill the unborn child,
Because they don’t want it;
Will rod of God for them be mild,
Or will it be ‘Fire-pit’?

‘Abortion is sure murder foul’-
No one dare deny this;
All god-believers surely scowl
For, Heaven’s gone amiss?
Can not the modern man, woman
Just understand this truth?
None can escape the Maker’s pan:
‘He’ll take a tooth for tooth! ’

poem by John Celes
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when the muse calls... for O. Ray who knows and understands and for Kay

when the muse calls
cut your hair
get the bleach
assume another identity
start smoking if you don't
quit if you do
drink so you don't hear her

when the muse calls
get a change of address kit
get an unlisted number
find a girl who will break your heart
mutter and ramble to yourself
while walking the streets

when the muse calls
read Zane Gray novels
listen to talk radio
watch CNN
hit your hand with a hammer
fall down stairs

DO IT DO IT NOW! !

because
if you don't
you will think of her
waves of hair
her smile
her eyes
and her laughter

you will want to write beautiful poems
you will want to get to know her
you will want to be in love
you will want to smile

and
you will smile
the smile of the damned
then you will truly be alone
and the loneliness will be to much to bear

and you will be like Samson
who'd lost his hair
blind and crying
and you will pull the temples down
over yourself.

poem by R. James Sterzinger
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Lotus Bloom

oh! hyacinth of ever fragrance, settle
my closeness of the night, touch me the
essence of the heart and offer the vagueness
of a simple reality of the eyes

lay me in the bedrock of the deepest
water, lead the stream of thirst into the
fountain of your lasting beauty and
dream the idyllic presence of my request

endless passion makes the heaven
happy, join the butterfly to cool inside the
womb of the petal; the sweeten juice of joy
hibernate the immune breath of the
paradise valley

make the best out of the rest that sleep
amidst the chaotic sphere of survival; a
great trunk blew in the lightning humid
dunes of the sand, where my memory is
part of your eternal quest

now you had grown.like a beautiful lady,
wish by every stream of fresh air, offer by a
new wind to floats in a landscape of what is
a blooming perfume of a simple Lotus free

smile, every floats of Lotus and smell the
fragrance of perfume in your way …..
Aon

poem by Antonio Liao
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The Cloud

The cloud surrounds me.

Unseen, It fills my cells.

Through my fears
it whispers in that deep place
where only whispers can be heard,
where darkness
creases the grey mist
of consciousness.

It shields me
from howling despair
and stays my trembling hand
from sundering
bleak soul
from throbbing heart.

In holy silence
the cloud envelopes my fear
and with lustrous grace
strengthens my will
to persevere.

poem by Steven Federle
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The Girl With Raven Hair

The girl with raven hair,
Flies up to your door,
Dancing round in pokadots,
Drawing on your wall,
She makes you a portal into secret gardens,
Blessing the dark with midnight parties.

Stars shining down upon you,
Emblazening the celestial sky,
Your name in glittering truth,
Mornings blessed with twinkling eyes.

The girl with raven hair,
Flies up to your door,
Floating in air,
Bringing an horizons bloom.