Like An Eagle
I heard you were looking for me,
Through the shadow of somebody's else,
But I care less, when again I am free,
Feeling like the king of the universe...
I imagine in this windy night,
Your cold body is calling my name,
And like an errant eagle that lost its flight,
You are desperately searching for a new aim...
Many were the tears for you I shed,
After your sudden departure,
Realizing it was a game, from you I fled,
Leaving behind what I failed to capture...
Time has rapidly passed since then,
And my heart has been completely healed...
Now, tightly grasping my mighty pen,
I write this poem and a secret is revealed...
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About Last Night
Last night we met again,
Surrounded by old friends
In the very place
Where we were seen together
Many times before...
Me, alone, still being my unique self,
You, as beautiful as always,
Accompanied by a new man,
Showing off without disdain
Trying to prove that I 've been replaced,
Of yourself, you made a fool...
With my mind uplifted,
My heart completely calmed
And my pride still untarnished:
I drank and danced
With the whole world...
Looking at you
With a stoned cold indifference,
I danced and danced again
Celebrating with joy my new me,
Happy to be totally free...
In you, I saw the same picture again,
But this time with a different frame...
Sadly as it looked, you became
A victim of your childish game,
No longer feeling my love's flame...
Desperately you tried to hide
And couldn't find the mask,
The one from you proudly I removed..
I am I and you are you,
Still with pride and plenty love to prove,
A soulful and honest man I remain,
A living proof of this was left
In the very place
Last night we met again...
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Still
I still hear my heart
Beating loudly like drums
Calling you at every instant
Searching for you
From place to place
Lost in time and shadow
Traveling through
A never-ending path
That leads to nowhere...
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Surprise
While climbing a tall mountain
Short of breath as expected
Desperately trying to reach the top
I lost my sense of direction
And to make matters worse,
I lost the map I only had
Nevertheless, one trail I must follow:
To achieve my ultimate goal...
Suddenly, by surprise,
I heard a strange voice
And also felt a strong light
Blindfolding me completely
I stopped, almost paralyzed
Possessed by a great feeling
That an angel was watching me...
I heard this angel's voice
Loud and clear:
'Why are you rushing,
When you are almost there? '
Flabbergasted by this voice,
And shock by its light's brightness
Turned into a woman's form;
I dared to ask this angel...
'What is your name? '
A response came immediately:
'You can call me, Angelyna'
By surprise it took me,
Realizing then, that the woman I love,
Came back to me, but this time,
Disguised as an angel...
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A Summer's Night Revelation
Last night we met again,
Surrounded by old friends
In the very place
Where we were seen together,
Many times before.
Me, alone, still my unique self,
You, as beautiful as always,
Accompanied by a new man,
Showing off without disdain,
Announcing that I have been replaced.
But, with my mind uplifted,
My heart completely calmed,
My pride untarnished,
I drank and danced
With the whole world,
Looking at you with indifference.
I danced and danced again
Celebrating with joy my new me,
Happy for being free.
Last night I saw the same picture,
But this time with a different frame,
You became a victim of your own game,
No longer feeling the love's flame,
And desperately you tried to hide
But couldn't find the mask,
The one from you, I proudly removed.
You forgot that I am I,
And that you are you.
Still with affection and love,
A soulful man I remain,
Even though, last night we met again,
Nothing is the same at all,
Since my past has been buried
And there is no need to worry
But to move on...
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Imagine Being Completely Alone In The Universe
IMAGINE BEING COMPLETELY ALONE IN THE UNIVERSE
Imagine being completely alone in the Universe
Would you want to live?
No one to speak with
No one to play with
No one to show off for or to
No one to see oneself through the eyes of
No one to love or be loved by
No one to care for or be kind to
No one to be helped by when one is sick
No one to share the beauty of nature with
No one to cry with
No one to laugh with
No one to love or be loved by
Imagine being completely alone in the universe
And understand
What Hell it would be
And what Madness it would be
And how one would probably want not to be at all
Now think of God-
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A Destiny's Highway
Since from your life,
I stubbornly departed,
Your craggy face,
Was perennially creased
With a simulated half smile…
It is the trace of time,
And you should know,
That my feelings for you
Turned like dried leaves
Carried away by the turbulent wind…
My once tender caresses
Spreading like a wildfire,
All over your shaking body
Are now, sadly, forever gone,
It is time for me to sing a new song…
My rejuvenated heart,
Still as soft as cotton,
And my mind as strong as steel,
Have set new boundaries
For me, patiently to follow…
No more tears or heartfelt pain,
Or desperately looking for you
Through the dusty hills
Or my own shadow or dreams…
Now, seeing things in different ways,
And going at my own pace,
To cast a new and brighter light,
Through destiny's highway...
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Scribbler's Stymie
Pen and paper in sight
I've got no poem to write
Staying up all night
I've got no poem to write
Although my mind is bright
I've got no poem to write
It's windy out tonight, should I go fly a kite?
I've got no poem to write
My ceiling, it is white
I've got no poem to write
It's 4: 59! Five, but not quite
I've got no poem to write
In your arms I'd feel so light
I've got no poem to write
I've had no sleep tonight
I've got no poem to write
Will you just hold me tight?
I've got no poem to write
Outside it's almost light
I've got no poem to write
It's late, off goes my light
I've got no poem to write
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Those Gazing Eyes
I have seen those eyes before,
Sparkling like a diamond,
Asking for love and more,
Reflecting the color of an almond...
Eyes that see through the heart,
Constantly moving with hesitation,
Of their secret, they revealed just a part,
Living the rest to my imagination...
From nowhere they suddenly appeared,
But left me confused and alone,
When magically they disappeared,
While I was writing this poem...
Hoping to see them again,
Oh, those eyes, beautiful and bright,
The ones I saw in the train,
Nobody knows, one day, again, I might...
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Late summer evening
Late summer evening, the sun went down in gore and stream
At orange dusk hue, the hot and feverish night succeeded
There was a windless calm, a dismal pause the succumb world greeted
The moon showed, the splendor of clearance, and deadlier gleam
Sitting on a porch under the night dark stark pall
Life weaken like the flame in a waning torch, a gripping stall
The moon climbed in sloth through the dilated orbit
Her ridged face scared, her surface uneven and morbid
My spirit grew fragile, weak and withdrawn; the ever mortality
Of all creatures of this amazing world, and adversity
Weighed heavily on me like unwilling, unwelcome sleep
Hovering like an ominous shadow; breathless feeling engraved inside me so deep
And each imagined spiritual pinnacle and steep
Of godlike hardship and religion tell me I must perish and die
Like a sick wounded sinking eagle plunging from the sky.
Yet this is a gentle luxury in me to sadden and to weep,
That I have not the cloudy winds to keep insane
Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye.
Such dim-conceived glories of the mortal brain
Bring round the heart an indescribable feud and inner cry
So do these wonders a most dizzy pain,
That mingles human grandeur with the rude
Wasting of old time -with a surging main,
A sun, a shadow of an awesome reverence and magnitude.
Glory and loveliness have passed from my life away
For if I wander out in early morning towards the glorious East
The blemished splendor, the incomplete happiness encounter my way
A feeling of estranged departure; being taken; un belonging deprived of rest
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When Love Is Gone
When love is gone,
Beauty slowly disappears,
Feelings drowned in a sea of tears
Departure becomes a new song...
Captivated I was by your beauty,
Perplexed by your stamina and wonder,
But your betrayal caused me fury,
Now, of your distorted image, I ponder..
With tenderness and emotion,
Your heart I furnished,
And a great passion I tried to preserve,
But for someone's else crime,
I was unfairly punished,
Leaving me with the bitter taste
Of a poem without a rhyme...
Guess, it is just fate,
So much love, so much devotion,
I stumbled, but thank the Lord,
I survived..! ! !
Now feeling good I remained,
Knowing that I never gave up,
Without a fight!
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A Not a Poem Poem
A Not a Poem Poem
I will not write a poem
For I am not a poet
I cannot makes things rhyme
I’ve tried for quite some time
So will I write a poem?
NO!
I can’t write poetry
I’ve tried to all my life
Once, I tried to write a poem
About a husband and his wife
It sounded really silly
So I crumbled it up into a ball
That’s why I decided
That I couldn’t write poetry at all
Am I gonna write a poem?
NO!
Well, I’ll try to write a poem
But it will be really bad
It will be absolutely lousy
It will be completely horrible
It won’t be up to snuff
People will say, “Who wrote this stuff? ”
Will my poem be good?
NO!
Can I write a poem?
NO!
Will I write a poem?
NO!
Well, what do you know! ? !
I wrote a poem!
And it’s a pretty good poem, too!
I guess I can write poetry if I try
The next time I’m asked to write a poem,
Will I say no?
NO!
If she only knows
If she only knows
Every night he murmurs in my pillow
Calling her name in his sleep
Asking why she never notices his feeling
If she only knows
She’s the only one in his dream
He’ll do anything, anything to please her
Anything to get her
She’s always cold, too proud to surrender
But he doesn’t care
She could break him, easily play his heart
But he can’t give up
He wants her, he only wants her to spend his life
Though there are so many other women
He needs her, in need to love her
To protect her, to make her smiles
If she only knows
She’s the only one in his mind
I see her shadow in his eyes
Every time he kisses me, every time he holds me
If she only knows
I’m always on his side, to comfort him
To say those lies
Someday she’ll know his feeling
She’ll know he always loves her, always waits for her
If she finally knows
I will end this game, I’ll release him, I’ll forget him
If she only knows
I always hate her
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A Royal Falcon I Am
A Royal Falcon I am,
But now badly hurt...
O Royal Falcons,
My faithful friends,
I am calling you
From the depths of the valley
To come and rescue me
For I am lying down here
With broken wings...
I went higher than the limits
And fell, I miserably failed...!
No more I do aspire
To take another flight
Until my wound is healed...
Here I am, motionless
Listening to the echo of my dreams,
Until you take me back
Up the skies to fly with you
And finish the journey
With great desires
Waiting patiently
Until my rainy day arrives...
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Shall I care?
Shall I care at all, that in the dreams and in the languor of time
My poetry does not show me and my inner most being and prime
For my poems are fragrance, and not a credible reflection
Words like shadows in disharmony dance and daunt imagination
But I do care, for life will be over so soon,
And I will be lost, forgotten as my being never happen
Like a small candle in mid day bright noon
And my quill idle, blunt and not sharpen
yet, like barley bending in harsh summer winds throng
And rising again and again
So would I, free and unbroken rise from agony and pain
Day long, night long change my sorrow into words of song
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What Has Been Revealed
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with eyes tightly closed...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with an upturned nose...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with pretensions,
Left to charade.
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with the cool-aid made...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with debates...
Created for more time to waste.
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even those who protest,
Unaccepting with wishes to reject!
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even the message,
And the messenger to detest!
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whithin Another Man's Shadow
Is not the same
To be in the Shadow,
Than to be the Shadow itself…
For you can move away from the Shadow
Towards the light
But, the shadows could not do
The same,
For it no longer will be the shadow…
Now it is painful and hard for me
To convince myself
That it is NOT what I thought
It could be…
Worse than anything else,
Is to share another man's shadow..
Why should I pay for another man's sins?
It wouldn't be right
And I don't deserve it..
Now I realize,
That everything was just a game
With the shadow and the light
And I caught in between…
Now, obviously, one path remains
For me to take:
The light anytime,
Then,
Definitely I will be
A free Man…
However, wondering
who my shadow
One day may be?
Since you are
Already somebody's else...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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This must not be loved
The Kite....
once I peep inside
and deep shadow day
and we must
keep it like cold drink
never love it
but she hate it katee
I feel a dancing mood of you
and night
I walk out of her shadow
and want to keep you free
you steal my heart katee
and I guess it to read
and I wish to write my poem here
you drink this night and we are free...
this must not be of lov
I steal your drink and peep your door
You guess it to write.......
''What does it mean what does it mean''
Your wallet not holds my photo again
How come each place I not go
and seems to have much better if we are free
We light candles stay up late
wish to kiss and hug...
and I write this for you dear
poem by Thampi KEE
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An Autumn Night
An autumn night, so bitter chill it is
An owl, for all its plum and thick feathers is cold
The hare long ago rushed limping trembling through the frozen maze
Into a lair, and silent stark are the song birds on a woody enfold
Naked trees with barren boughs, no leaf does tremble, no ripple there
On the streets, all abandoned still under the night sleepy eye
The world so deserted from any human sign or care
Darkness reign on dreary routes with echoing cry
And the moon whether prudish or shy in this cold night
Has fled to her bower, well reluctant to lend her dimming light
No light in this oppressing darkness, no fume no torch in the gloom
Is this world ever waken, do these trees ever bloom
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Day is Done, The
The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
That my soul cannot resist:
A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.
Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.
For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.
Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;
Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.
Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.
Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Dancing with the stars
On a clear starry night,
I was cordially invited
To a celestial party
Where my presence was a must
And of course, I gladly attended…
In this exciting party,
I was honored to dance
With all the beautiful stars
While the angels
Happily played
In the background!
Time passed rapidly
And we were having so much fun
But I notice that the Moon
Was completely possessed
By a rage of jealousy
Since she wanted to dance with me!
Politely, I excused myself
From all the stars
And I started to dance with her!
We danced all night long
Until the Sun arrived
And with a big and bright smile
She said to me: 'What a party',
Which I replied: 'Darling, you are right'
'Let's do it again another night'
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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