The Lords of Maussane
One after the other, they wished to predict a happy future for us,
With an eclipse in their image and all the anguish befitting us!
We disdained this equality,
Answered no to their assiduous words.
We followed the stony way the heart traced for us
Up to the plains of the air and the unique silence.
We made our demanding love bleed,
Our happiness wrestle each pebble.
They say at this moment that, beyond their vision,
The hail terrifies them, more than the snow of the dead!
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Love, your happiness is my happiness.....
My life's greatest happiness is to be convinced my love to you
I am grateful to you for making me happy through out my life
I have never known love until I met you and your love touched
my heart and brought so much happiness in me
Today, you made me to see everything in a new life and you
want me to know how those happiness could make me happy
I found my happiness is to love you and to be loved from you
Sometime, I miss you so much and your absence is very painful
But when I carry your heart within me then my happiness is shining
When I am sad then your sweet words brings me happiness
and my soul get enough strength when it join your heart
When my heart wants to know the meaning of ' love'
then your love is making me to believe the truth of love
Without you there is no happiness in my life and with you
my life is full of hopes and my dream will come true
When you hold me in your arms then my heart
never want to let me go because your happiness is
my happiness. I love you so much my love.
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Finding A New Pebble
Meeting you is like
Finding a new pebble
Out at sea. I don’t
see
Any similarity
with
The rest
i say
you're unique
And
no one
Believes this pebble
in my hand is
Something significant
In fact
Everyone does
Not really mind
At all
Saying it is
Nothing but a
A very ordinary
pebble
But in my heart
It isn’t
It is something
That
Amazes me
with its texture
of solidity
and
metallic color
it has
Changed the way
i look
At all the pebbles
on the
shore
you lied.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Silence
Silence in the language
Is the absence of speech
Silence in the conversation
Can be so remarkable and rich.
Silence is an atmosphere you make
And it's the situation you break.
Sometimes it tells you more
Than thousand words told before.
Silence is a feeling
Which is very intensive
Poorly created
It can be very offensive.
Silence can be so different
It has a lot of meanings
It's an expression of yourself
It shows your feelings.
There is a silence
That brings you peace
And you feel yourself
Being at your ease.
There is a silence of mystery
Like being in a dark wood.
There is a silence of happiness
When you are loved and understood.
There is a silence that frightens
There is a silence of anniversary dates
This silence reminds you
Of those lost fates.
There is a silence in music
When you listen to it and dream
But...suddenly...it stops.
Then...the sounds come to their extreme.
The prayer in silence
Is your inner world
When you dream in silence
You are just not heard.
Silence is golden
Or so I've heard
But it sometimes hurts more
Than a single told word.
Silence is golden
Or so goes a lie.
This silence of fraud
Do not need a reply.
Silence when you are in love
You do not need words.
Silence when you are fooled
You don't know what to say afterwards.
But...the best moment of silence
When you take my hand
I know you do not pretend
You just look at my eyes and I realize:
It's love, it's happiness.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Let No Colours Run
A poem for Skylar Kendall
young fresh poet radiant
light of future potential
shines through fine words
of your vision expanding
do not be afraid to rework
your vision in a moment
of sudden inspired inspiration
do not force rush your art
observe first two painted stanzas
are applied exceptionally strong
this attests your gift brush strokes
unique insight your own mind song
be patient mix relax words thoughts
will come control let no colours run
your gift is etched in eye imagery lines
real sketch your future potential radiant
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Just one moment
Read her mind
what do you see?
a world of the forgotten
uncared for, hated
she hates herself
because of them
nobody to help her
nobody to care
death she wishes
would come so soon
to take her into the embrance
of her eternal bed
her coffin,
hugging her tightly
ensuring safty
saftey from their cruel words
from the living
she is happy
in the bed of death
to remain there forever
her only wish
her eternal happiness
another wish
to be loved
to have sombody who cared
help her be happy
forever loved, forever happy
one moment of love
one moment o happiness
she would give her life for
her life gone
for just one moment of happiness
poem by Emily Dark
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I love you
My heart feels your mood,
you are understood,
my heart feels every sigh of yours,
of course, I am just a moment in your life,
but… you can cut it with your knife.
Perhaps, I will never touch your skin,
but… I know what you mean.
Perhaps, I will never know
if your love would grow.
Perhaps we shall never feel
the warmth of our hands,
perhaps we shall never be together
On the beautiful land,
but… memories about me
you won’t be able to erase.
My image will chase you everywhere,
and don’t even try
to compare me with someone else,
as you’ll loose your own image
and will go to hells.
I’ll be everywhere:
in your thoughts and dreams,
and it seems everywhere around
but…sorry to say that: not found.
May be one day we shall meet,
but…when I see you
my heart will bleed.
And what about yours?
Of course, in a big crowd,
in the amount of millions
you won’t hear my voice,
you won’t see my eyes,
you won’t recognize
the one who really loved you,
the one who really entrusted you,
the one who didn’t want to say adieu
but… to say only three words;
I love you!
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Cold Silence
The silence of the night
is the winters delight
snow that muffles the sounds
are billions of snow flakes
compacting down.
See that snow flake coming down
I will catch it on my tongue
and it will dissapear, melting
and it will be done.
The beauty of a single snow flake
as you can see, under a microscope
is unique as you'll agree
Not two are alike nope there will never be
another as unique like, you or me.
poem by Ron Schmidt
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Fall of the Night
Fall of the Night
By: Adam M. Snow
Fare thee well, my heart's contempt,
I gave thee my dying breath.
I've soared the world from dark to day,
Longing for that which darkness grieves.
I travel o'er the ageless night,
Bound by that of solstice light.
My voice cannot break through
A silence that now binds me.
I see a vision of only thee,
a vision not I but thee.
Ev'ry night, It be thee not I,
A reflection shown to cast aside.
A mirror vision of I,
A mirror image of infanticide.
Forget me not I say,
I give thee my final hour,
Fare thee well, my dearest flower.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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I wish i wish i wish
I wish I wish I wish
No I take that back.
I don’t wish I cannot wish
My wishes come true
I wished for love
My lover wished for someone else
I wished for forever
didn’t expect to be alone
I wished for three,
got two, lost two, its still me
I wished for happiness
My happiness found its own happiness
I wished to be alone,
here I am
I wish I wish I wish
No I take that back I don’t wish
My wishes come true.
poem by Chizzle Fortune
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My Day With MLK
Our day began on a hot summer day in 1963,
MLK was right next to me, and we were in Washington D.C
Who knew this day would be remembered forever in history
The present was on his mind, and his I Have A Dream Speech really got 2 Me
He spoke about freedom and he spoke about equality
Me being from the future, i wish everyone would have equal opportunity
After giving his speech, he received a round of applause
But his mission had just started, no need for a pause
I asked him if he thought he truly made a difference
He looked me in the eye and said yes but every good idea always has resistance
I was inspired, i could tell he was consistent, with everything he did
becoming a pastor, a civil rights activist, and even befriending a white man as a kid
We took a trip to the present year,
but not overLooking everything that had 2 be overcome 2 get here
I asked if he thought we had made progress
he looked at the sky scrapers, technology, and said this is all non sense
He had a dream that our world would one day be full of peace and Love
but Looking around all he sees is violence and drugs
I told him that segregation had evaporated, but racism was still present
He said in the end our skin color is merely our image, but what really matters is whats beneath it
I could tell Martin Luther King Jr. had a heart that loved the world,
its too bad the world forgot his principles, and left um 2 swirl
I asked him how could the world be a better place
He replied simply, this life is not a race
'We need to stop trying 2 beat each other,
Cus in the end we're gonna rely on love for 1 another'
Those words spoke 2 be, i grasped what he had said
no more pondering in the past, just looking straight ahead
From my day with MLK,
World i assure you that racism should be dead by today
it is not necessary, we are all the made the same
I wish everyone the best, and i assure u the world would be better if we all wished the same!
poem by Ethen Carrell
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Victory in the Eyes of God
Goal of demanding challenges,
Please us with the victory,
In this land of the courageous
And the brave
And the triumphant.
Fortune is bold a gift from God,
As it gashes a wound from above
And the head of our populace shall bleed
A death so dangerous and then designed by God -
Those dreaded ones must be contained in the inhalation
Of good deeds, as of now.
We casually determine our routine on the path to heaven,
As well, the munched travel is befitting to sword of dreams.
The goal has been attached to our life,
And breaking the bond to the dead is called living.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Discover ‘SILENCE ‘
I discovered a stunning stillness,
‘SILENCE’ a musical wave,
My thoughts dint appear beautiful than this time,
I felt, I regained my inner dead Emotions,
And now ponder more on …Silence’s Beauty...
Silence is a mystery,
And a magical union,
Silence is of soul and heart,
And mind’s internal peace,
Silence unite love with all creations,
And form attachment with all disclosed hearts.
Silence belongs to everyone,
It is beyond word ‘SILENCE’….
It inculcates an extreme essence to fasten together,
And embody a true peace and love within and around.
Silence is present every moment...
And it alerts you to open yourself towards life.
Silence is present every moment...
Within the stillness of nights and peace of early mornings
Silence is present every moment…
To intimate its appearance in all worldly needs.
poem by Richa Dhodi
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A Love With No Regret
I look at the exit door and i see her,
With the mirage of her shadows from afar.
I look at the past and i see her smile,
A smile that lasted for a while.
She was once my heaven grace,
Now leaving with no trace.
She was my last solution,
But now irritate like pollution.
She once brought happiness,
Now that happiness is lost in this time of darkness.
I thought she was sent from heaven,
Made with all the beauties of heaven.
But i was so wrong of her,
Cos she was never αs amazing like the stars.
I once thought we would have a great future,
Each time i stare at her picture.
I once thought that she could be a great wife,
And that together we would have a wonderful life.
I once gave her my heart,
When we began from the start.
I wonder how it all went wrong,
That made us not to last long.
Then i realised that we were never meant for each other,
For there is no future with us together.
Now she is gone for good,
Far away from my neighbourhood.
I will cherish the moment we had,
Those moment that weren't bad.
I will never forget how happy we were,
That made us forget about our fears.
Those times that gave us joy and fulfillment,
That also brought us contemptment.
I can look back now with no regret,
That i met someone like you on earth.
For you thought me a lesson,
That will open doors to more blessing.
In spite of all that happened you will still remain in my heart,
For when you left you never tore it apart.
My door of friendship will always remain open,
Anytime you want our love story book to be reopen.
poem by Stanley Oguh
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O' Dear Pebble
the elephants cannot walk over you
the birds and the worth of words over you
but in case they do, careful they ought to be
for yours is the flower that blossom
that which no man can see that either
can them that otherwise not known to you
for you is the strength of mine hands
and so it goes the pebble on my palm
that my eyes caught by the pebbles
and caught by the words
you uttered o' dear pebble
the words you made me walk in thought
the answers some i did not
have until on my hand i picked you
the dances on my palm caught me
dancing to the music
i barely could hear
not that i could not
but the rhythm i tell you
was the soul to my heart in talk
and so were that man that walked their path
that man that looks their path
to see where next to foot step
and endorse my foot print
on the yards of the pebbles
as i lifted my head too
in talk to mine with you
but was in thought of memory
since i had long taken you back home
to see you next in the next day
of existence
as i hope to not to die tonight
rather see you before if i do
for i so in dire need to see you
o' dear pebble of my hand
opn12092012/2154
poem: o' dear pebble
poet: onalethuso petruss ntema
book title: the pebbles
© september 2012
book no.10 of 2012
ntema's unique poetry (nup)
email: opncompanies.bw2gmail.com
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Desiered Happiness
happy is what the heart desires
happy is unique
the world isn't happy
it's violent
it's pain
happy is lost to most
found by a select few
the search for happiness
will delight or destroy you
poem by Corey Latham
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At Least, Everybody's Happy
I want you to be happy
Because if you happy
I will be happy too
I want you to feel happy
Because if you happy
I will feel peaceful
I want your happiness
Because if you happy
I won't need anything else
I want to see you happy
Because if you happy
I will not be forced to see you grieving
I want you to know happiness
Because if you happy
I will not disturb only by your sorrow
I want to hear that you're happy
Because if you happy
I should not listen to your unhappy story
I want you to find happiness
Because if you happy
I will not be chased by constant nightmare
I want you have a touch of happiness
Because if you happy
I could rip your ugly sad face with smile
I want to give you happiness
Because if you happy
I could take you from the darkness
I want you to taste happiness
Because if you happy
I must not swallow the bitterness
I want you realize that you have a right to be happy
Because if you happy
I won't be drowned in regret because ignorance
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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I Would Be a Dead
I would be a dead
Walk in the ribbon with color, red
I would go to boundless and I would be fade form this fate
Boundless ribbon with color, black
In this world suffered me
I bleed in the bloody hail's my fate
I wished be a dead
Run in the ribbon with color red
I would go to this boundless world and I would be fade from this fate
I should went to the nice world
I must did runaway from this world cause I did not want be this whore
I'm whore, now
I do it with fate, now
You should leave this world my babe
This was my father said
He said to me: my son, you go if you want
He said to me: my son, we can't help you
Sorrow I'm
He and my family left me in this world
They did not know maybe I be in future, a whore
Now I want be dead
I can't bide this way
I sit in my chair with a gun in my hand
My gun don't have bullet
I would be a dead
Walk in the ribbon with color…no
This is not my fate
poem by Aidin Azarkerdar
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Our Dreams
what a dream we all have,
An image we all crave.
A unique and wonderful picture,
Of a special and outstanding future.
Built with the desire of the heart,
Made easy when not torn apart.
A voice stronger than rock,
An exceptional vision that can never be mock.
With a zeal of consciousness,
Attaining the site of greatness.
Our dreams may have some ordinary introduction,
But with an extraordinary definition.
A dream that will shine the light,
Through the darkest of the night.
A dream never heard of before,
And a dream never seen before.
It may have some beginning misery,
But it will surely have an ending victory.
poem by Stanley Oguh
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Snow White Transparent
“Mirror… Mirror…”
Snow White stops
Looks down at
Her hand
Perfectly pale
Unblemished
Young and
Innocent
But damned
So damned
The wicked
Woman knew
Smiled and knew
“This is what you want”
Hands her the
Apple, poisoned
And red
No one knew
That Snow White
Knew, knew
The Truth
No one
Suspects her
Not Snow White
Pure, perfect
Snow White
“Mirror… Mirror…”
A brush bristles
Through her hair
Snow White looks
At her reflection
In the Mirror
Her mirror
The Wicked
Woman’s mirror
Snow White’s
Image smiles
Sadly at her
No hope left
“On the wall…”
He comes in
Princely in
His ways
Snow White does
Not look at
Him, not at him
Oh no
She cannot
She resents him
It is not apples
That are poisoned
But lips
“Snow…? ”
Without words
She undresses
Revealing glorious
Pale body
His to touch
Snow White
Watches his hands
Lower and closes
Her eyes
This is not love
Love is not—
Love is
“Seven little men…”
She falls into the
Dark corners of
Her mind
Where poison
Still chokes her
And there is
Nothing but
Death and silence
Oh, for the silence
Snow White turns
To look at The Mirror
And asks:
“Who is fairest of them all? ”
poem by Elizabeth Rebel
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A woman's asking for equality in the church would be comparable to a black person's demanding equality in the Ku Klux Klan.