Poet’s is art
An architect visits the Taj Mahal
A historian visits the Taj Mahal.
So do a poet and a farmer.
Their perceptions differ;
Their abstractions differ.
The poet’s is unique in that
He concretizes selectively
And make the abstraction an art.
02.08.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It is remarkable that men, when they differ in what they think considerable, are apt to differ in almost everything else... Thus they differ in affection, as they differ in judgement, and the contention which began in pride, ends in anger.
quote by Cato the Elder
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Wonder of work's
Some budy
Told love is
A taj mahal
Is the one of
Beauty ful bulding
For loving
The king of S. khan
Wife mumthaj
Momey of the
Loving bulding;
Is the taj mahal...!
Taj mahal is
Lovely and great
Bulding...
But; that is not
Great vision...
To the white
Tails and marble's...
Its not...
Thousands
Thousands
Labur people
Hands and to
The work's;
Is a taj mahal
To day
Great beautyful
Bulding...
Not for love only...
Wonder of
work's always
Making only...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Before a Poetry Reading
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I'm feeling nervous but I mustn't show it!
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I hope to heaven that I won't blow it!
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I mustn't reveal that I'm a second-rate poet!
I'm only a rhymer, but they don't know it!
If you've got no talent you'll have to grow it!
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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The Poet I Am', And 'The Poet I Am Not
The poet I am, and the poet I am not
‘The poet I am’ says
To ‘the poet I am not’,
‘Why can’t I be more like you? ’
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Because you are not good enough’
And ‘the poet I am’ begins to cry,
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Real poets cry for more meaningful things’
And ‘the poet I am’ says ‘I am who I am and what I will be means so much to me. But still I am not the poet I wanted to be’.
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Exactly. Were you less concerned with who you are and more concerned with others you might be a bit more of a poet than you are now.’
And ‘the poet I am’ is silent.
And ‘the poet I am not’is somewhere else being someone else
That ‘the poet I am and the poet I am not’ cannot see or dream.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Rain again
No raining again and again
As you have made friendship with pain
Be firm and don't complain
Even if it rains. More and goes to drain
If it rains more then will be down pour
Result in sweet relations and not sore
Poets need to pray for not going away
But stay near and find the way
What even if you suffer!
What even if you differ!
What if you are not able to alter!
But alas! You are capable to cater
Poet dreamed of nice weather wonder
For getting ideas mixed with cloud’s thunder
Wait for good response from the reader
As he is known as poet or sender
He may be obsessed with more response
But always worried with comment clause
Readers may differ or praise his talent
But always welcome with nice comments
That is gesture for good
Nice stuff as energy and food
What else you need as rain
It is altogether nice for your complete gain
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Meaning of Death
when a poet writes of death
don't take it literally
death has many meanings
which differ significantly
to a poet death might mean
death of a past
which is a new beginning
one that might last
death to a poet is life
time to start a new chapter
turn the page
turn sadness into laughter
to a poet death is a new start
ending of strife
closing, locking the doors
of their old life
death has so many meanings
not only for a poet
all parts of life leads to death
some just don't know it
death means change
chance for a new beginning
put the past behind
stop losing, start winning
so to a poet
death is not always bad
we must write our feelings
whether good or sad
p.s.not sure this makes much sense
but i was buzzed ;)
poem by Sandy Nobody
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Science is nothing but trained and organized common sense, differing from the latter only as a veteran may differ from a raw recruit and its methods differ from those of common sense only as far as the guardsman's cut and thrust differ from the manner in which a savage wields his club.
quote by Thomas H. Huxley
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my neighbor
celebrates anniversary –
we differ on gift
quote by by Chandrashekar A Posy Poet
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This Poet Is Always Beside You
You are reading my poem but,
This poet is never known;
However, this poet is always beside you.
I am on your lips and,
I am in your mouth;
I am in your heart and,
I am in your mind;
Because, this poet is always beisde you.
This poet writes and others read,
This poet speaks and others listen,
And this poet is always beside you;
But, this poet is never known.
The works of this poet are on the internet,
And, they are being read by many! !
But, this poet is never known;
However, this poet is always beside you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Who reaps glory?
Who was the architect
Who built The Taj Mahal?
Who remembers him?
We remember Sajahan
Who got it built.
22.09.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Poet is free
Poet is free
No grammarian can guide the poet
Do not tell before a poet you are dare
And I know there are so many grammarians
With so many grammars
The poet is one with truth with love
All the grammars old middle modern
Are of no use for a poet
At the time of poet's thought
Poet's love poet's poetry
Nobody can search research poet's history
Nobody can dare to described poet
Poet can create his own language
His own grammar and it does not bother the poet
Whether you like it or not
Leave the poet on his own way
It is better you to read him love him
If you are alive.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Ang Locket ni Inay
Ang locket ni Inay, ginto't kumikinang
Ay aking kinuha sa kanyang lagayan
Ito'y nilagyan ko ng litrato ni 'sweet'
At sa aking leeg, agad isinabit
Ang aking kwintas ay nakita ni mahal
At ang kanyang tanong, 'Saan ba galing 'yan? ?
Yan ba'y binili mo o merong nagbigay? '
''Di ko 'to binili, bigay 'to ni Inay.
At ang litrato mo'y dito daw ilagay
Sagisag ng tunay ko na pagmamahal.'
'Ay ang ganda naman, puwede bang makita? '
'Aba'y puwedeng-puwede, siyempre, mahal kita.'
Nakita ni mahal ang kanyang larawan
At kilig na kilig, ako'y hinalikan
Kasabay ang sabing 'Ay! Ang sweet mo naman! '
Ngitngit ni Bathala, locket, nabitawan
Bumagsak at ang lihim ko'y sumamburay
Litrato sa locket pala'y tatlong suson
Siyempre ang kay mahal sa ibabaw nar'on
Dahil siya ang aking kaharap ko noon
'Imbi! Palamara! Sukab! Talipandas! '
Ang sabi ni mahal, mata'y nagniningas
'De locket-locket pa ay three-timer naman!
Puso nama'y taksil pa at salawahan! '
'Isa kang hunyango, nag-iibang-kulay
Kung sino'ng kaharap ay siyang minamahal! '
'Mahal, patawad na, ako'y nagsisisi
Sa aking ginawang sa 'yo'y pang-oonse.'
'Eto ang sa iyo! ' (PAK) 'Naku po! Aray! '
Yan ang kasaysayan ng locket ni Inay.
At malaking bukol, nasa aking ulo
Na dahil sa locket at pagka-chickboy ko
'Aruy! Aruy! Aruy! ' ay aking natamo
poem by Pacific Hernandez
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Bakit Labis Kitang Mahal
(alex mallillin)
Mula nang makilala ka, aking mahal
di ako mapalagay
Sa kakaisip ko sa yo
Lagi na lang ikaw ang alaala ko
Kahit nasaan ka man
Larawan moy natatanaw
Maging sa pagtulog ay panaginip ka
Pagkat ang nais ko sana
Kapiling ka sa twina
Ano bang nakita
Ng puso kong ito sa yo
Kapag ikay kasama
Anong ligaya ko sinta
Refrain:
Bakit labis kitang mahal
Yakap moy di ko malimutan
Bakit labis kitang mahal
Sumpa man, iniibig kita
Mula nang makilala ka, aking mahal
di ako mapalagay
Sa kakaisip ko sa yo
Lagi na lang ikaw ang alaala ko
Kahit nasaan ka man
Larawan moy natatanaw
Maging sa pagtulog ay panaginip ka
Pagkat ang nais ko sana
Kapiling ka sa twina
Ano bang nakita
Ng puso kong ito sa yo
Kapag ikay kasama
Anong ligaya ko sinta
Bakit labis kitang mahal
Yakap moy di ko malimutan
Bakit labis kitang mahal
Sumpa man, iniibig kita
Bakit labis kitang mahal
Yakap moy di ko malimutan
Bakit labis kitang mahal
Sumpa man, iniibig kita
song performed by by Lea Salonga
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God bless him who pays visits -- short visits.
‘poet's – Pangs’
‘POET'S – PANGS’
esspeecee *
# Phonic diarrhea
With conceptual constipation
Pithead feeling
Paresthetic vision …… Poetry.
# Icteric video
Cacophonic audio
Meshed abstraction
Cobwebbed imagination …… Poetry.
# Puzzling imagery
Robs calorie – noesis
to understand
decode …… Poetry.
# Miscarriage:
From poet’s
pregnant heart
A premature deformed
baby poetry
ICU Rx fails to
make viable.
Regret of the poet,
Want not any more
To be fertile
To womb poetry in heart.
For refuge
Goes into hibernation
To become:
A living fossil ……The Poet. #
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poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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The Poet
The poet can only utter the word fine
The poet has to bear the sorrow and the sin.
The poet can only say I am happy
The poet can only say I feel no aches no pain
The poet can only say I am not in loss
The poet can only say I am in the side of only gain.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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One Unto The Other
What can a poet do for you?
Open up your heart
to let the sunshine through.
What can a poet say to you?
Words so powerful
to put your past in review.
What can a poet give to you?
A moment of prayer
to make you feel brand new.
What can a poet make alive in you?
A picture of your soul
as it comes into view.
What can you give the poet you read?
The chance to reach you
with something you need.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Morning Sunshine
This poet is so seductive
This poet is now strange to me
This poet is so bold
This little girl doesn't want to see
The little girl has known this poet
ever since
But the little girl is already
tired of this poet
She just wants to play.
Not any passing minute
She hasn't have
any word of
allegory
metonymy and
simile
Take me away from this poet yet
the little girl must empty first
the words of this poet
Before she is free to play
in the morning sunshine
and go away from this busy poet
Do you think I'm too young to see?
Do you agree?
This poet won't let me
play out in the middle of the rain
This poet won't let me
see the afternoon sway
This poet won't let me
see the morning gay
Let me see the Morning Sunshine
Let me see!
But this poet
Won't let me
I'll just watch t.v
and sing
her poetry
poem by Mary Jesusa Villegas
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I Am Not The Poet's Poet But Perhaps The Would- Be- Poet's Would-Be Poet
I AM NOT THE POET’S POET BUT PERHAPS THE WOULD- BE- POETS WOULD – BE –POET
I am not the poet’s poet-
The one poets of name and fame admire-
But perhaps the would- be- poets would be – poet-
Who tries to be a poet
And tries to understand what it means
To love poetry and live by writing it
Even when the world does not recognize me..
.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The poet does not fear death, not because he believes in the fantasy of heroes, but because death constantly visits his thoughts and is thus an image of a serene dialogue.
quote by Salvatore Quasimodo
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