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The blossom only once

A woman gets her peak
when she is explored with fervour,
as if she was under a beast.
A man gets his peak
when he explores her with ardour,
as if she was a goat to a wolf..
We have mortgaged our peak
to the monogamous, mono-gyandri system.
Hence, all nights are dull other than
the first night to each couple.
09.05.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A moment in time! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Summer at peak;
a young man
in a white singlet.

Summer at peak;
a young girl
in short sleeves.

Summer at peak;
A child licks
Ice cream.

Summer at peak;
an infant
On inhaler.

Summer at peak;
A young couple
Cosy in cinema hall seats.

Summer at peak;
A vendor
Sells lime water.

Summer at peak;
Gulmohar petals
lie limp on grass.

Summer at peak;
Dust haze,
Road rage.

Summer at peak;
beads of sweat
slide on lips.

Summer at peak,
Street wars,
Blame it on heat.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Peak

Peak is here
Peak is there

Go here go there
Go anywhere
and find peak
only peak.

Reach peak
find chick
with chic
be chief.

Chirp, chirp
keep, keep.

Where is peak
where is peak
It is only you
who can pick peak.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Monsoon at peak! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Monsoon at peak
I hear a monologue-
Rain speaks…

Monsoon at peak,
Thatched roofs
Leak…

Monsoon at peak,
Corn on cob
Wins over coffee…

Monsoon at peak,
Can I go out, mother?
A child pleads…

Monsoon at peak,
A boy steals a look
At a girl soaked to skin…

Monsoon at peak,
Roads flooded,
Where is MCD?

Monsoon at peak,
Umbrellas
New fashion accessory…

Monsoon at peak,
Sun gets much needed
Rest…

Monsoon at peak,
Bathes
Foliage and trees.

Monsoon at peak
Schools closed
Children squeal,
Wish, it rains
Everyday of the week…

Monsoon at peak,
Leave your shoes at the door-
Mother screams…

Monsoon at peak,
Driver stops
To wipe the wind shield…

Monsoon at peak,
Open pavements
Home to many,
Wear deserted look …

Monsoon at peak,
Wet laundry-
Sun rise, please.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Lunch Break: Peak Hour

I see it all through my window it seems
Never failing like millions of bees
All that is wrong
No time will be won
All they need to do-o-o-o
What can be done?
Peak hour, peak hour, peak hour
Minds are subject to what should be done
Problem solved, time cannot be won
One hour a day
One hour at night
Sees crowds of people
All meant for flight
Peak hour, peak hour, peak hour
It makes me want to run out and tell them
Theyve got time
Take a step back out
And look in at their debt
And their time
Minds are subject to what should be done
Problem solved, time cannot be won
One hour a day
One hour at night
Sees crowds of people
All meant for flight
Peak hour, peak hour, peak hour

song performed by by Moody Blues
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Peak Hour

I see it all through my window it seems.
Never failing, like millions of eels.
All that is wrong,
No time to be won.
Only to do
What can be done.
Peak hour,
Peak hour,
Peak hour.
Minds are subject to what should be done.
Problem solved, time cannot be won.
One hour a day,
One hour a night
Sees crowds of people
Home-aimed for flight.
Peak hour,
Peak hour,
Peak hour.
It makes me want to run out and tell them
They've got time.
Take a step back out and warn them
I've found out I've got time.
Minds are subject to what should be done.
Problem solved, time cannot be won.
One hour a day,
One hour a night
Sees crowds of people
Home-aimed for flight.
Peak hour,
Peak hour,
Peak hour.

song performed by by Moody Blues
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Summer the best

Monthly cycles are for women.
Daily cycles are for men.
She is at peak in the midmonth
And he, at peak in the midnight.
Both have got their peak in summer.
Summer, not spring, must get credit.
07.12.200

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Cricket

Reaching peak is a dream
Cricket is viamedia
To reach the peak
Cricket is a dream.

Reaching peak is a dream
Life is a dream
And dream comes true
Cricket is true.

Reaching peak is a dream
Dream is real
Pursue the dream
To enjoy life.

Reaching peak is a dream
Dream is cricket
Cricket sings the song
That enlightened life.

Reaching peak is a dream
Dream comes true
And in truth only
life becomes sincere and fluent.

Everything is cricket
And cricket that makes
both happy and sad
is the mixture that is life.

Life is cricket
Enjoy it
Sing it
And make hurrah.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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mountain temple
the clouds float
from peak to peak

haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Sonnet- My Poetry

I thought I started climbing just a hill;
With time, it dawned to me it was a peak;
I knew I had to climb up further still,
The peak was nowhere seen that I did seek.

I wasn't a mountaineer to begin with;
I slowly learnt to climb requiring skill;
Tho' an accident, my climb had its pith,
With ease I'll climb the summit on the hill.

And now I know the gradient so well,
And dangers of the terrain I climb in;
When I will reach the peak, no one can tell,
But now onwards, my ambition's to win.
A beacon from above doth goad me on,
And soon a dress of starry clouds, I'll don.

poem by John Celes
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Steep From A Peak A Fall Deep

Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
Just like a ball rolling,
Gaining speed.
Eyes open wide as they witness to see...
A clarity that stops their sleeping.

Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
Just like a ball rolling,
Gaining speed.
Eyes open wide as they witness to see.
A clarity that stops their sleeping.

Deceit is wished to be defeated.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
People see this and the creeps.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
Honesty reveals all evils.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
And those of wicked ways.
Try not to look afraid,
But.

Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
People see this and the creeps.

Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
People see this and the creeps.

Deceit is wished to be defeated.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
People see this and the creeps.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
Honesty reveals all evils.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
And those of wicked ways...
Try not to look afraid.

Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
Just like a ball rolling,
Gaining speed.
Eyes open wide as they witness to see...
A clarity that stops their sleeping.

Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
People see this and the creeps.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hunchback Pilgrim and the singing mountain!

Hardly the poor pilgrim climbed the mountain
Before the sunset and he rests on the peak.
Peak murmurs like in a prayer;
'Hermit died a long ago and the hermitage was blown
in the stormy days.
Since that day I tried to come down
But later on I came to know that I cannot move
Like the old sage! '

* To be trusted is a greter compliment than to be loved.
-George Macdonald
[A folklore; Full Moon nights they hear songs and the bell rings in the hermitage! ]

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Nada Que Nada....

at the peak of all these

ramblings, perorations,
at the height of artistic leanings
those that hide behind the
revolutions of the masses
offering a pyre of those
innocent bodies those that steal
a loaf of bread and a slice of cheese

at the peak of all these poems,

so many of them, all subjected to the
torture of the master of
governance, all foxes and manipulative
machines
designed for the preservation of
power

at the peak of all these speeches and
rhyming poetry

what is there to feel? what is there to
reap as fruits?

at the peak of all these restlessness
one can hear the toll of the church bell

another funeral, another march,
ash, incense, last stone, wooden niche,

shovels, mud, heavy rain,
sobs that we always hear and yet keeps

on reckoning, such a short time
badly spent for the fury that will never be

consumed, a problem never solved,
a crisis always in whatever time in whatever

nth life, what is the essence of all these?
let the silence do it.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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World Peace

Those who want welfare of the people
O God, please give them victory
Everywhere now or never.

We want competent persons to lead the nations
We want life's highway lit by the wisdom of the wise
O God, we want to climb up to the peak
And nowhere but the peak of development.

We want unity among all of us
We want foresight in our vision
O God, we want to see peace
And nothing but peace in the world.

poem by Asif Andalib
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God Here I Am

Had walked the path
Had climbed this rocky mountain
Had done with boulders
Had done with thorn pricks

Here I am on my knees

Up the stars twinkle
Up the moon gives a wink
Up the clouds clear, feathery soft
Up my arms in supplication

Here I am in between peak and sky

Voyages were done
Voyages of a lonely soul seeking
Voyages of time and space clouded
Voyages where tunnel lights dimmed

Here I am in peak and a cliff dead bones below!

God here
God there
God for peace
God of fate

Here I am your timely message I trumpet

Here my little wings will do
Here my blood vessels will do
Here my Trumpet will do
Here my soul will fly and call for wisdom

Here at the peak I am yours as made be!

poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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I can analyse the trajectory of my popularity and find out why the peak was a peak and the valley was a valley - grapple with it that way - but I prefer not to analyse it that much.

quote by Corey Hart
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Each is a head

A dull woman too is the centre
of attraction on her bridal day.
An idiotic man too gains status
in the role of husband and father.
Any woman is the queen as mother.
Any host is a king to the guests.

Every cat has a day.
Every beast is a head.
04.05.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Winter

winter is on its peak
sun doing sneak peak
cool breeze sway swish rush
with fast moving gush
rain drops struck the ground
with a low ticking sound
the chirping birds once gay
are now in their perch looking far astray
the season of mirth delight
is still far out of sight
sadness sorrow all around
to them is this weather bound

poem by Gule Rukhsar
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No One But You Has Been In My Dreams

But I am still mending.
Parts of me are not at peak.
Parts of me are still very weak.

'But it is you and all of you I seek.
Weakened or not,
You will return to your peak.'

Even if I am currently weak,
You would still want to be with me?

'What I see,
Has already strengthened me.
And you with me together,
Makes that oneness I seek,
That much more complete.'

But I am still mending.

'You will return to your peak.'

Even if I am currently weak?
You would still want to be with me?

'That may be hard for you to believe,
But not me!
You and I together makes that oneness I seek,
That much more complete.
You see yourself disabled.
To me you are my dream.'

No one has ever said that to me.

'And no one but you has been in my dreams.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Bug Trapped in a Bowl

Encircled by peak on peak of life's dust,
man is a bug trapped in a bowl,

all day skittering up its sides,
ever falling back, never bounding out,

his imagined joys always beyond his reach,
his present miseries ever close by,

till eventually his little river of years dries up,
and old age takes teeth, takes hair, takes all.

poem by Han Shan from Huangshan Poems from the T'ang Dynasty, translated by Stanton Hager
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Shared Ecstasy for MY Lady Irene

The human frame cannot sustain
a state of bliss perpetually.
We reach the peak, descend again
although it is reluctantly.
The slow build up to the release,
a brief moment of ecstasy.
Two souls conjoined in perfect peace
as bodies move in harmony.
The ultimate togetherness.
No you, No I but only we.
A blend of lust and tenderness
we share but momentarily.
Togetherness we can maintain
we know we’ll climb the peak again.

26-Apr-08

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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