Strive
Every tide, tiny or big, has to ebb.
Yet it rises; yes, it must.
Every ripple, any size, has to die,
Yet it stirs; yes, it must.
Every soul, king or pauper, would vanish.
Yet we strive; yes, we must.
18.08.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveller to the shore,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Tide Rises, the Tide Falls, The
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveler to the shore.
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Ultima Thule: The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveller to the shore,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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A timid King
The script was given in time
It's too heavy and really a challenge.
He was chosen as the King.
He cried, and he wants to tell the Playwright
“Give me a small part in your massive drama,
As I am a born pauper.
The crown isn't fit for my head
And I am scared of the sword.
The rough shining dress tingles my soul
And I shall feint on the stage
When the curtain rises.”
But the thoroughbred horse neighs
And refuses any other King to ride on its saddle.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Mouse That Was King
Drum rolls jesters dance, frolic and sing
The crowd waits with excitement for the crowning of the new king
Order order cries the speaker order in the house
From behind the curtain the king sprung out
The crowd gasps in disbelief for king was a tiny little mouse
The king leaped upon the thrown and silenced the crowd
For i am your king said the tiny little mouse
Do not fear me the king cried out
The crowd screamed out with fits of laughter in the house
How can you rule a kingdom your a tiny little mouse
Then from no where at all the king let out a mighty roar
Where did that come from a voice call out
Well we all know it came from this tiny little mouse
One is valued for its future
Upcoming train is growing in size;
Down going train dwindle in size.
Incoming things look more than life size.
Outgoing things fade less than life size.
23.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Lazy Day
THE trees bend down along the stream,
Where anchored swings my tiny boat.
The day is one to drowse and dream
And list the thrush's throttling note.
When music from his bosom bleeds
Among the river's rustling reeds.
No ripple stirs the placid pool,
When my adventurous line is cast,
A truce to sport, while clear and cool,
The mirrored clouds slide softly past.
The sky gives back a blue divine,
And all the world's wide wealth is mine.
A pickerel leaps, a bow of light,
The minnows shine from side to side.
The first faint breeze comes up the tide —
I pause with half uplifted oar,
While night drifts down to claim the shore.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Salutations To Thee...
lines erase
limitations vanish
rivers don't freeze
seas continue the ebb n tide
stars sparkle
galaxies keep expanding and contracting
the sun rises and sets
the moon wanes and waxes
we go on locked
within crass emotions
play-field of baser instincts
lines erase
limitations vanish
when breath decides
to play truant...
breath holds the key
and locks and unlocks
at its free will!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Tiny and timid star
One night in my dream i saw a timid and tiny star in sky.
I asked it why it was not so bright,
It told me i am happy within why you think i am tiny and timid,
Everything that shines is not happy within,
I am living cool and peaceful life,
far away from evil and vice,
To shine and become big i will have to loose my might,
I love my lord and i am happy and content
too far by my size and by my light
I asked it why i am not like you
i am not able to be happy within, it told me that you are like me
that's why you don't shine and twinkle,
you remain sad and unhappy like my size and shine
because you are good within,
you are an honest and good soul,
you didn't betrayed anybody
, I asked it again why no body is happy with me,
everybody i feel is against me,
why iam feeling i am trapped in conspir'acy,
they are playing tricks against me,
to prove me bad mad and unworthy,
I can't do anything for me,
It told me that you will one day
will be relieved from all these allegations indeed.
I gave it thanks and i came to understand that,
it was not tiny and timid....
poem by Hemu Gupta
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Every soul goes into oblivion
Time
spares nobody
Big or small
King or a pauper
Every soul
Goes into oblivion
Every name is forgotten
Remain hidden
Never to be seen
Than why fear about it?
Use immoral means!
To attain immortality
19-02-2012
198-109-02-12
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Sun rises and all wake up
The Sun rises and all wake up
And engaged in their works
The Sun rises and knowledge spread
Smile entire creation
The Sun rises and eyes opened
The sun rises and sucks water
To return the same in multiple colors
The sun is the soul of entire world.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Should I
He stirs within me
Something I thought I had lost
So long ago
He stirs within me
Warmth deep inside
That slowly warms the soul
He stirs within me
A hunger a need
To be touched to be loved
That only he can appease these needs
That is sparkling like a flame deep within my soul
I blush as he sweetly caresses my life with his soul
I blush as he gently reminds me how much he loves me so
I blush thinking how he possible can fill my wants and needs
I blush thinking have I fallen in love once again
Dare I take that chance?
Dare I risk giving my heart?
Should I
©Copyright Kaila George 2012
poem by Kaila George
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The Poor, Poor Country
Oh 'twas a poor country, in Autumn it was bare,
The only green was the cutting grass and the sheep found little there.
Oh, the thin wheat and the brown oats were never two foot high,
But down in the poor country no pauper was I.
My wealth it was the glow that lives forever in the young,
'Twas on the brown water, in the green leaves it hung.
The blue cranes fed their young all day - how far in a tall tree!
And the poor, poor country made no pauper of me.
I waded out to the swan's nest - at night I heard them sing,
I stood amazed at the Pelican, and crowned him for a king;
I saw the black duck in the reeds, and the spoonbill on the sky,
And in that poor country no pauper was I.
The mountain-ducks down in the dark made many a hollow sound,
I saw in sleep the Bunyip creep from the waters underground.
I found the plovers' island home, and they fought right valiantly,
Poor was the country, but it made no pauper of me.
My riches all went into dreams that never yet came home,
They touched upon the wild cherries and the slabs of honeycomb,
They were not of the desolate brood that men can sell or buy,
Down in that poor country no pauper was I.
* * * * *
The New Year came with heat and thirst and the little lakes were low,
The blue cranes were my nearest friends and I mourned to see them go;
I watched their wings so long until I only saw the sky,
Down in that poor country no pauper was I.
poem by John Shaw Neilson
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Psalm 50
From the rising of the sun
He rises in my heart
He rises in the deepest part of me
He is the God of glory
Of that there is no doubt
He is coming soon for all the world to see
And when the sun it sets
And the end is coming near
A furious fire consumes before our King
You must pay your vows to God
And call upon His name
And all your heart to Jesus you must bring
For He wants for nothing more
Than for you to sing HIs praise
He needs nothing from the feeble hand of man
He is the King of Kings
And it is a fearful thing
To find yourself outside the Saviour's plan
poem by Frank McEleny
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From the Banks of Ganga: IV
I sit by your banks
In awe of your flow
A parallel flow within
Watches every ripple:
Indefinable happiness
Peace is absence of
Even a ripple of thought
What follows peace is bliss
I suppose…
Loitering and searching
The best place to meet
The loved one is by
One's own banks of the heart
Where flows Gangs of love
The flow overwhelms me
Doesn't allow me stretch my hand
For the other…
I'm unto myself!
So you flow
So do I
Not against your tide
But with your flow
Flow Flow Flow!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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It's really hard for me to perform the three consecutive roles in my new drama?
The eccentric playwright describes his melodrama;
'You're the King, Pauper
and the beautiful Queen.
One thing you have to be very certain & careful
Do not mix up the dialogues.
The last act I was that beautiful Queen
in my Rehearsal and all of a sudden
The handsome pauper disappeared.
By mistake I begged and the dialects I pronounced not in the script?
'Please don't betray me as I love you so much! '
for my New York friend Romeo Della Valle!
*'Make-up needn't be seen as a corrective or something to hide behind.I see it as another form of expression and acceptance, even pleasure, of being in one's skin.'-Kay Montano
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poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Wisdom dawns posthumously.
Waves ebb; ripples fade; bubbles burst.
Yet they seek to strive; yes, they must.
Innocent of the end, they exult.
Only in the end would come regrets.
26.10.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Strive!
There is no strength for such as us,
no weakness, no will to live or die
just the impressions of willingness
the choice to get up, or let lie
Strive! Strive! Lost Soul-Dark Soul
In the shadows of this fitful giant,
climb the mountain to the filling of your role
leave not the world, be non-compliant.
poem by Poet Dragon
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Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince, and dinner like a pauper.
quote by Adelle Davis
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Breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince, dine like a pauper.