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And She Said Upon Herself

born
was i
from mother's
words

poetess am
i
poetess shall
i
die

i
will always be in need
of words
to complete
this
i.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Little Poem Story

A little poem telling a story about the poetess who were falling in love
A little poem smiled
She knew that the poetess was writting love words shyly
One..Two..Three.....Seven.....a lot of love words she wrote
They were beatiful, they were mysterious
A little poem felt the poetess’s emotion
The poetess was loving an awesome man deeply
A man who had filled in her absolute majority life
Like a candle in the dark., he lighted the poetess’s days
A little poem knew the poetess’s feeling
And the awesome man had to knew too
A little poem waited for that special day
One..Two..Three.....Seven...a lot of days passed
But a little poem never leafted from her place
The poetess never allowed a little poem to talked to the awesome man
The poetess leafted a little poem in her drawer
The poetess leafted her love words and nobody knew
A little poem had the blues
Love is about braveness
Love will become love when it expressed
“May be the poetess didn’t know about it”, she thought.

poem by Deasy Anggraeni
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POET and POETESS

Poet and Poetess can write words oh so sweet.
They can make you throb inside,
make you feel the heat.

Poet and Poetess can write words oh so strong.
They can make you hurt inside,
make you feel what's wrong.

They take on love.
They take on hate.
They make your mind saturate
with tears of joy
and tears of woe
that just grab hold
and won't let go.

Poet and Poetess can write write words oh so true.
They can make you think inside,
make you think things through.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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From Romania with Love

Wallachia, Moldavia or Transylvania
Of which you were born
Or you flow from Mt. Moldoveanu
To evolve in the Mures or Siret
Your adolescence soaked with
The sands of God that kisses
The miracle of the Black Sea
Marieta Maglas, as famous
As Timisoara, giving a new lease of life
You blend life, honey coated with caviar of love
You flourish many with a new fate
From Bessarabia to Bucharest
They walk with a glittering smile
A Philosopher, a Dentist and a Poetess
A complete package that could even
Melt Communism, without having
To drip innocent blood
I read your vivid words
Like Danube, it flows back to the Black Sea
The heart of Romanian
The place where you’d drown
All of your poems
Only to be read
As a history
When you’ve become a Legend
Marieta Maglas, save for the last
You’re in your own class
I beget your wisdom
To heal my conundrum

* Dedicated to Romanian Poetess, Marieta Maglas.

poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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Poetess

now that you have awakened from the deep slumber
you shall rise and meet this bright morning

do you see the sun rising from the thighs of the mountain?
do you hear the songs of birds from the mouths of the caves?
do you see how the trees dance to the caresses of the winds?
do you feel the coolness of the dew hanging on the blades of grass
as they all touch the soles of your feet?

they have been waiting for you
they are the images of your poetry
they are the symbols of your greatness

my dear poetess, how can you ever stop writing the words?
how can you ever stop to sing the songs of beauty?
how can you ever deny the true nature of your being?
my dear poetess, you must begin to write again
in all these, you shall not die.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In romantic mood

Poetess is very happy today and in romantic mood
For her love is the only passion and food
She has Chris on hand to go with
Full with deep love and armed with teeth

What moon, earth or for that matter anything
She has needed none or expects something
Since weeks she had prepared beautiful ground
Now naturally she will be drunk and found

All her eagerness may come to an end
In Chris she has found an ally and friend
What else she has needed to enjoy?
No stars, no sky and no moon to joy

Let her explain what happened on that day
How did she enjoyed it till long night stay
What did he get in return for complete surrender?
Who was winner in race? Female or male gender

Let it remain there as their private domain
They might have talked about loneliness and pain
We may hear the version form poetess's encounter
let her take complete world by storm and enter

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The poet and poetess II

The poetess

The night I met you something special happened
It was like a fusion of two stars in blue
They made the shivering nature to brighten
A concealed window opened and I saw you

The poet

It was a rainy day the clouds cried so hard
Until I felt my fire sparking inside
And you dashed my sadness when you crossed onward
I waited you all my life, please be my bride.

The poetess

I felt I really met you in before time
I knew you are my love when I touched your soul
This interchange of feelings is so sublime
As aurora borealis in North Pole

The poet

I'm all lost on the way your eyes swallowed me
When they drank my love thoughts you reached my whole heart
To be your lover is all I need to be
I reached my destination, I'm safe, sweetheart

The poetess

Without words you reached my heart and swallowed me
You're the one that I want, you're hungry for love
I feel secure with you, here I need to be
With closed eyes I followed your dreams from above

The poet

Your look is so soft as petals of the rose
I touch your red lips for long awaited feast
There I want to finish our poetic prose
Inside your deep elation I beat my beast

poem by Marieta Maglas
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The poet and poetess

(a poetical exercise with Menime Soul)

The poet:

Oh..is it just a strange illusion..?
I feel love knocking on my door.
I know..and this is my confession..
I always loved you from my core.

The poetess:

My love is like a darkness fire
It's like a subconscious dream
It burns to kill any desire
Even you hate me and you scream

But I'll make you be completely mine
And you will feel so much alive
And when in dawn the sun will shine
you'll be yourself and you'll survive.

The poet:

Oh great..this is not an illusion.
This is love in its perfection.
Hard to believe but I know my dear..
This is true love's resurrection.

The poetess:

My love for you is complete and strong
I feel we met in other life
And love of a life time is one song
We sing it as husband and wife.

The poet:

I waited my whole life for this night
No matter how cold it is out
You changed my day, you're the dawn of light
Your love keeps me warm, it's no doubt.

The poetess:

When we can feel our love inside
And maybe it is more than love
It's our everything, it's our flood tide
A new world of time, a rock dove.

And I feel this need deeply within
And our dawn entwining the souls
By inspiring breath and touching skin
At the moment we become whole.

poem by Marieta Maglas
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Poets In Danger

While i was on stage,
I received a wonderful message,
long enough as a passage,
saying that poets/poetess in danger.

why?
As they think too much,
nothing they can match,
problem solvers of every each,
Finding, calculating and revealing problems.

they forget themselves,
for the World to save,
looks crazy the way they behave,
finding solutions for the World mistakes.

That massage came from me,
the inner part soul of me,
telling the poets and poetess,
your efforts won't die in vein.

poem by Dickson Mseti
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Susie Zuheir Gharib

The nightingale of Syrian Arab Republic
Why she is quiet since a long time?
I would like to hear your melancholy songs
From the edge of this world where I stay now.
Is there any restrictions over there to sing?
I am sure the fanatics have no taste of songs
And they only prefer the crazy war it seems,
Please do not worry my dear poetess
Time heals all the wounds
And I hope your cage door would open soon automatically by the winds of will power.

* Dedication to my fellow poetess Susie.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Dear Poetess

Through heaven's paradise, thou did come
To unravel my soul, with a hand of marvel
Slowly I open and come undone
As word thy pen and my heart thy fondle
O sweet poetess, with thy words my soul crumble
Into thine beautiful abyss
With thy words my soul is humble
Listening to thy sweet bliss
When beauty speak, speak so soft
A heart light, floats in mist
To the clouds of our heads aloft
With thine words my soul does exist
Intertwined by thine vine
Of sweet words that taste like wine
I become intoxicated.
Drunk in vapors, of sweeet sounds
my heart slowly pounds...

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Book to be read

How to read a book page when book it self is denied?
Book can remain mystery till last until it is supplied
Very friend of mine and great poetess thinks of seclusion
It is her and only her and absolutely no provision for any inclusion

How person can shy away from reality of life and basic facts?
You can’t be truly yourself until you come forward and act
It has got no relevancy in fact if you kill your self with conscience
You got to open up to face the people with modern science

“I am open to friendship but not to worldly talks of any pleasure”
“I am shy of everything and not in position to reassure”
This revelation stunned me for the absence of any real reason
Poet/poetess has to be versatile and accessible in any season

I detested her seclusion as if I was after oasis water
What steps or method should I employ for her opinions alter?
She was not t unreasonable but suffering from her own prison
Secluded voluntarily for no good reason and imprisoned

We have holy task of giving frank opinion through mighty pen
It may only be fruitful when people come round and offer then
Their unstinted love for the worthy creations and comment
Life may have its own rainbow and we have no reason to lament

Many readers come with the beautiful comment to label me as vampire
They term me as modern vampire and I enjoy it as gift of empire
What others say may not necessarily means an insult or derogation
It must be taken as not utter surprise but in form of congratulation

I had urge to read complete book pages from a renowned poetess
She was complete genius with full of talent and not stage actress
What needed was complete exposure in public to be judged?
I had no way to approach her for the fear of being misjudged

She realized the point behind and assured to shed the oblivion
I was really assured of very good player returning from pavilion
I don’t what may be worth point in recalling her real, presence
It was great loss to the poetry world for the talent and absence

I feel totally thrilled to find out friend in the promise of “may be”
They were the reassuring words of what actually would have been or should be
It was promise to come back to the poetic world with good skill
I considered it as emergence of powerful entry or strong will

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Stimulant Spice To Life

while cherishing variety
thy pen the origin becomes
inspiration is for several
simple poems I deeply love

for one who thinks dreams
in stratum layered words
inter-dimensions wonders
appreciation adored variety

is stimulant spice to life

(Inspired by the writer and poetess Miroslava Odalovic)

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Another Poetess Comes Along

another poetess has come along
bringing an old guitar

she strikes a note from a string
and then she starts to sing

another darkness is pierced
another star is born

another soul rises to the heavens
another body sheds off old skins

welcome, Yani, to our world
we have been waiting for your word

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Unfamiliar Mortgage

Who mortgaged our precious life
to an unknown cruel destiny?
we pay the high interest by our toil.
This endless disputable loan
will it be end with the death?
Or we have to re-born again and again
for the Redemption of our innocent souls?
Do you think that he will come for our solace
without a prejudice?

To the poetess Ernestine.Northover

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Words

Words on this paper
Words in my head
Words while I'm texting
Computing
Unsaid
Words between people
Words on the phone
Words upon words
Even when I'm alone
Words from the Bible
I question
Don't mesh
Words from pornography
Making them flesh
Words with flat letters
Written in black
Good words and bad words
You cannot take back
Words that are shallow
Words that are deep
When they're too many
They put me to sleep
Words that I'm writing
And rhyming you read
Whatever I'm saying
There's prolly no need
Words from the alphabet
Words that can't be
When you are blind
And it's Braile that you see
Words that are worthless
And said on the fly
My words or your words
Are most likely lies
Words in a sentence
Wise words or fair
The only words earnest
Are those said in prayer

Written by Sara Fielder © 2011

poem by Sara Fielder
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Lip Service

Words inspire and words destroy
Words conspire and words annoy
Words spread freedom and words detain
Words believe them in sound refrain
Words of passion in words misleading
Words without action are words without meaning

poem by P.R. Prosper
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The Eclipse in Womb

Soon I die, my soul search anxiously
a place to hide.
I saw my deceased mother who was Re-born
in the city of Western Virginia, the united states of America.
She has already married to a Philanthropist!
Mom is very beautiful like an actress.
But no children.
I talked to her 'Mom! it's me, can't you recognize; Oh! I am sorry
Your mother tongue is entirely different'.
Anyway she became pregnant quickly.
Father is very happy and brings everything; whatever she wants
but for me the embryo is a perfect hell.
I am in a dark pond of the Womb
and instead of flowers I see the intestine.
When she drinks tea I feel hot
and she takes cold; Oh! it's like in north pole.
I have to suffer for nine months in this sachet.
It's a very long period.
Mom! I sniff your tasty breast milk
and I hope you deliver me to this sacred World safely.
Do you remember my name Mom!
and I am sure you give the same to this naughty boy?

To the young poetess Starr.Williams

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Mother Is Gone

Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Words and music by hank williams, sr.
Capo: 3rd fret/key: b/play: g
[g] in a little pine grove [c] by the old home
Theres [g] someone whos [d7] restin a-[g] lone [d7]
And [g] there on the the tomb, these [c] words I read
The [g] words were [d7] mother is [g] gone. [g7]
Chours
[c] mother is gone, to her [g] home
Way up in [d7] heaven a-[g] bove [d7]
And my [g] hearts so sad, for the [c] words I read there
The [g] words said [d7] mother is [g] gone.
As I stood alone, with memries of home
The place I left long, long ago
I returned home, but I waited too long
For the words said, mother is gone.
My friends did say, before she went away
She called my name oer and oer
So trustin in gods love, Ill meet her above
Over there on that other shore.
Chorus

song performed by by Hank Williams
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For Elizabeth

"Beautiful" she said;
And none can her gainsay.
The poetess who spoke,
then, in quiet, passed away.
Cossetted within her husband's arms,
frail and small in death's repose,
Never again would she put pen to paper.
No more sonnets would her art compose.
Her illnesses had dogged her all her life.
Only morphine kept the pain at bay.
It also gave to her a heightened sense
of the beauty of mundane reality.
How vividly did her expressive eyes
Put words to thoughts and thoughts to
printed page.
She was the wild enthusiast of life,
whose poetry was the spirit of the age.

poem by John F. McCullagh
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A Man Of Few Words

i wish that
today i will be a man of
few words,

and if there be fewer than a
man of few words,

i will grab it still,

but we were already born with
all the inconsistencies

i was once a small baby
with that loudest cry

my mother said when i was
still in the hospital room

perhaps this wish is nothing
but an affirmation of what i want to be
and what i am
really not.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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