Self - Conscious
I remember what I am here for,
What is meant for me to do
Against internal pressure
That like a steam, it may be removed...
In a place so beautiful
That ambitions I will not miss
And rewards of man be still,
An offer frequently remiss...
Imagination lingers
As does curiosity
With this in mind, I let my fingers
Create beauty and luminosity...
I cannot deny the clues,
The pages inside me read,
Compare with those of nature,
What more certainty does one need?
In union with the abstract,
My treasure has high value
And with this currency extract,
It secretly becomes a burial...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Beautiful One
Oh beautiful one, adorned with spell
To ravage my world as might a sweet angel.
Oh beautiful thing, so much at ease:
Allure of caressing breeze in touch gentle.
Oh beautiful creature, sail me do,
As floating on seas of halcyon blue tincture.
You beautiful being, gracing charm
And features that render feel of deep texture.
Your beautiful poise in glide supreme,
Gives such like a vista honed as from heaven.
That beautiful art of face ornate,
Not ever to understate or be riven.
Your beautiful flame of pulchritude
Doth dizzy me high, so I conclude always
You beautiful girl forever be
My shining Janette; my guide; my stairway.
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Questions to Ponder
When did I ever deny loving you?
Never comes to mind.
For to deny what's true is folly.
It's only for the blind,
those who wish that they could see
would offer me sweet sympathy.
How could I ever deny loving you?
Impossible comes to mind.
For to deny what has become my plight
I have left behind.
I have learned that all I know
meant not a thing until you.
Why would I ever deny loving you?
No reason comes to mind.
For to deny it makes no sense.
I will never let it unwind.
I will keep it wound deep in my heart
and I will never let it depart.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The shell
Look what a beautiful shell of ivory white
Recently thrown at the sands by the rushing tide
See what a lovely shell a pad of a soft sloth snail
Small and pure without the notoriety of a pearl
Lying on the back of sand hill so nigh to my foot
Brittle, frail spared by the violent breakers loot
Oh what mind what hand has made it so fairly well
Ah, empty, vacant from the creature that within it dwells
Its delicate spire and whorl
How exquisitely are weaved its stripes of colors in whole
A miracle of design, that lives through ancient time
No less in beauty and charm than a poet rhyme
A piece of beauty is called a 'shell' by man
Not a pearl, not a jewel but unmoving dull clumsy name
A 'shell' which does not recall any treasure or historical fame
Let him who did not create it call it as he can
He who passes by it without notice, this pleasure from his eyes to ban
Yet this beauty holds in the sands and its charm contends the same
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Attachment to Naure!
How is love of Nature developing in one?
Somewhere sometime in the past sure
Experience of oneself in Nature alone
Love of Nature must have begun in one!
Walking alone in Nature thoughts go on
Absorbed by the beauty of Sky, Sea, trees,
Mountains, rivers and valleys sometime
Kindling imagination roam as mad horse!
Fed by the elixir of beauty of Nature sure
One cannot resist seeing the same beauty
Some other time alone due to some reason
Making one a disciple of Nature as God ever!
So I too had my own special experience in
Nature beautiful at a hill station in Summer
Surely created a deep impression inside me
That never leaves me think separate from it!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Impressions
The heart, which is wiser,
Needs no mind's inclination
When impressions
Must be first
To be given consideration
Before they are weighed
And valued for application,
Else, shadows of thought
Cast over an imposition,
Deeper than reason
Penetrating imagination….
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Not A Star Shall Compare
The is not a star in the night sky
That can compare with you
As bright or as beautiful
Which can move me in such a way
As the thought of your smile
The glint in your eye
Like a beacon to remind me
You are the only one
I was meant to dream of
My heart calls out to you daily
And feels like an empty box
Waiting to hold you inside
I offer nothing but love
And my spirit to watch over you
Every word which I speak
I’d speak in your name
You who no star can compare to
Are as bright and beautiful
For a single kiss, I would love you
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Only Within Their Reach
Many living inside their boxes,
Peek.
Not realizing dust collects,
Under their feet.
Or there is fresh air outside,
To breathe.
Although they believe,
The sky above them...
Is only within their reach.
And they from within their boxes...
Have the right to dictate,
How high others should fly...
At what height and pace.
And which dreams those they choose,
Are approved to seek.
As well as the ones they can also deny.
Although they secretly wish,
Their insecurities would free them...
To experience such ambitions.
But fearing many living inside their boxes,
Peek.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Concrete and the Abstract
The concrete is visible,
the abstract is invisible.
The concrete is the outside,
the abstract is the inside.
The concrete is objective,
the abstract is subjective.
People go on searching for
God in the concrete.
'We would like to see God'
-they say.
But only the concrete can be seen;
the abstract has to be felt.
The concrete can be seen-
with the eyes open,
the abstract has to be seen-
with eyes closed.
God is inside you, as you.
You cannot stand outside God
and see Him;
you can see Him
only from the inside-
by being Him.
If you see a flower,
you can look at it scientifically.
You look at the chemistry of it,
You dissect it and
you come to know
about the components of it.
But something is missed
in that very analysis.
The beauty is missed,
because beauty is not a component.
If you ask the scientist -
'Where is the beauty that was in the flower? ’ he will say-
'That was not there,
it was just an illusion.'
'I have dissected it-
all and all,
and these are the things
that I have found.
These chemicals were there,
this matter was there,
these atoms, these molecules....
but there was no beauty.'
But when the scientist
gives the flower to his wife,
he knows deep within his heart
he is not giving her
something chemical,
He is giving to her
the beauty of the flower.
A poet said -
'Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder',
But I say it lies in the heart of the lover.
That beauty is not be seen,
it has to be felt,
not from the outside,
but from the inside
by being the flower itself.
poem by Nazmul Haque
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Never Giving Up
Barely conscious
Or hardly caring which way
I face the World,
I take a bolder step,
Traveling steadily
Against the wind
That is sometimes too strong,
An air so cold
That it numbs my senses
Until I feel myself
Turned inside out…
II try to keep the direction
I have set for
So that somehow,
I will arrive somewhere
As I know the path
I have followed
Has brought me
To a better place,
A freer state of mind
Where I will truly
Become myself!
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I Miss You
Thought I heard your voice yesterday
When I turned around to say
That I loved you baby
I realize, it was juss my mind
Played tricks on me
And it seems colder lately at night
And I try to sleep with the lights on
Every time the phone rings
I pray to God it's you
And I just can't believe
That we're through
I miss you
There's no other way to say it
And I can't deny it
I miss you
It's so easy to see
I miss you and me
Is it turning over this time
Have we really changed our minds about each other's love
All the feelings that we used to share
I refuse to believe
That you don't care
I miss you
There's no other way to say it
And I, and I can't deny it
I miss you
It's so easy to see
I miss you and me
I've got to gather myself as together
I've been through worst kinds of weather
If it's over now
Then I'll be strong
Can't believe that you're gone
I've got to carry over
I miss you
There's no other way to say it
And I, and I can't deny it
I miss you
It's so easy to see
I miss you and me
Oh there's no other way to say it
I can't deny it
I miss you baby
It's so easy to see
I miss you and me
Oh no other way to say it
I miss you baby
There's no other
That you're deprived of me now
That you're deprived of me now
I miss you
Said I can't deny it
I, I, I, I miss you baby
It's so easy to see
I miss you and me
song performed by by Boyz II Men
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Beauty, Beautious, Beautiful
Beauty is not a superficial form
Each has their own in essential nature
And in the actions they perform
Until the dissolution of their life
To leave beauty’s impressions in our hearts
Yesterdays beauty never leaves or departs.
Beauty is all around
Each and every place it may be found
As you look with open eyes
Upon the forms that nature makes
Then man seeks to imitate
Yearning to match that beauty all around.
Beauty if you cannot find
Beauty must be in mind
Beauty is in purity
Beauty of simplicity
Beauty runs right through and through
Beauty in me, and them, and you.
Beauty, beauteous, beautiful
Beauty in heaven
Beauty in fire
Beauty in earth
And finally beauty in a simple verse.
poem by David Taylor
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Meant To Live
Fumbling his confidence
And wondring why the world has passed him by
Hoping that hes meant for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly, fly
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Dreaming about providence
And whether mice or men have second tries
Maybe weve been livin with our eyes half open
Maybe were bent and broken, broken
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
We want more than this worlds got to offer
We want more than this worlds got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live
We were meant to live
song performed by by Switchfoot
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Clues To You
There on those days when the sun barely touches the sky
Your eyes are so heavy with the morning
And there you lie on the horizon of my mind
Streams flow through the consciousness of time
And I follow your every movement for a clue to you
You cover my eyes with your deepness
You wrap my soul in the beauty of it all
You take me away from my incompleteness
Lead me all the way or not at all
And times too precious here
I cant wait for clues to you
I cant wait for clues to you
Dont wake me if Im dreaming, no, no, no, this is my reality
If I touch you tell me will you blow away
Please dont move now until you set me free - set me free
I cant wait for clues to you
Name the time and Ill be your place
Remove my eyes from this deathly haze
Now Ive been living shades of blue and grey
Dont you know Im ready for a brighter phase
And times too precious here
I cant wait for clues to you
I cant wait for clues to you
Wont you catch me if I fall too fast
Dont let me fly too high
Youve released me from my earthly grasp
And now youve got me in your skies - in your skies
I cant wait for clues to you
Now I dont want to wait anymore for clues
Let it rain
Let it wash on down
Cant wait for clues to you
I dont want to wait anymore for clues
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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The Big Surprise
Defying Time and Space,
I traveled all the way
To the end of the colorful
And peaceful Rainbow.
While in transit
Through my long journey,
Hoping to find
That dreamed and
Hidden treasure
Awaiting
To be discovered,
A thousand thoughts
Came across my mind
And in one of them,
Your name was embedded!
Big was my surprise
When reaching my destination,
It was not a treasure chest
Filled with shining gold
I found
But a lovely and smiling Angel
Happily waiting for me!
For my great surprise,
That angel resembles you!
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Be1ieve
I look up at the sun, yellow streaks of light dancing - twirling with the red and orange beams
Golden and glorious high up in the sky, but to your beauty it does not compare
So I look higher where stars and supernovas clash into colours one's mind cannot even imagine
But still to your beauty it does not compare
This time I have to look down into the clear crystal waters of the Atlantic Ocean
Thousands of colours melting into one another - combined by corrals and creatures of the water
Again to your beauty it does not compare
Now I have no choice but to look deeper - deeper into the earth's secrets
In to the heart of our planet where every molecule meet its one and only match
Only to find the most extraordinary things
- Better than the sun and all its radians
- Better than the stars and the supernova
- Better than the colours in the ocean
- Even better than the tiny crystals of the ocean waters
- And yet I have found that to your beauty it just does not compare
So alas I turn to one side and look in the mirror - the beauty compares
You are beautiful - just believe ;)
poem by Renee Maritz
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Mother Nature
(8/22/12)
It was a multicolored sky of orange, blue, white and gray
And there was a hurricane on its way.
Looking at this beautiful display
It was hard to think that it would end this way.
How can MOTHER NATURE start the day off with beauty and light
And then turn the afternoon into darkness and night?
Just like a woman she changes her mind
When we think that every thing is fine.
Oh MOTHER NATURE what a cruel hoax you play
When you change such a beautiful day!
We wake up to your beauty in total awe
Then you turn around and change the score.
Don't get me wrong MOTHER NATURE I understand
For this day GOD had a different plan.
You have a beauty beyond compare
And you must control the skies and the air.
I may get angry in the change in you
But it's something that you must do.
But my heart still belongs to you.
© L. RAMS
poem by Louis Rams
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Isn't Simplicity Easy
If my words are read for content,
Why do some believe...
Other interpretations are meant?
As if there is something to define,
Between the lines.
As if there are clues,
Deep hidden in secret...
AND up my sleeve!
If my words are meant for content,
Why do some miss the obvious?
'Come on children.
Today we are taking a field trip.
Hold my hand! '
Why isn't simplicity easy for some to see?
And if I chose to write something abstract,
And detached from most lives...
I would receive standing ovations,
For the innovation of it all!
'And over there,
We see an interracial couple...
Doing 'interracial' things,
Interracially.
And over there...
We see some people closer to their pet animals,
Than to their own children, family and friends.
And way over there...
Can most of you see those folks being respectful?
That's how all of this should be done!
Any questions before we go back to take the quiz?
Good.
I am glad this has been worth time spent! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is Written In Red
I am written in red,
I am sliding across the page of life.
I am racing across the lines of language.
I am red.
I write words,
I create lines and sentences,
I am kept in solitude
I am red.
I create paragraphs.
I create signatures.
I know what you're thinking before you speak,
I am red.
I cannot breath because I am enclosed in a capsule.
A capsule that covers the knowledge inside.
All I do is stare at pages,
All I know is pages,
I become apart of the pages,
And the pages become apart of me.
I become apart of english,
I become apart of words,
I am RED.
BY: Takisha Fields
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I Want To Cry
I want to cry
But I can't,
To dropp visible tears
All over my wary face,
Tears, the physical evidence
Of a passionate past love
That is still suffocating me
And driving me to insanity!
I want to openly cry
And let all my inside out,
Letting the whole World
Become the second witness
As God is the first one already
Of this great love!
Tears of a true love
Rolling down like a river! ...
Tears s the vivid expression
Of my now silent and broken heart!
Tears that like the stars
That exploded long time ago
Vanishing forever
In the immense firmament
But still its luminosity
Is reaching the Earth!
I want to desperately cry
But honestly, I can't,
Must be the silly pride
That is holding me down
Deeply inside!
Now, I wish I could
Have the power
To revive the joyful past
But I can't,
Leaving me no choice
But to let the bygones
Be the bygones
And freely moving on!
I want to cry
But I can't!
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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The Deceased Poets Of Nature
Such beautiful poems to Nature they did write
The poetry we love for to read and recite
May they rest in peace now where-ever they lay
The deceased poets of Nature their poems live today
They glorified Nature and her praises they sung
And though they may be long dead their poems remain young
the poets of the land and the poets of the sea
In their beautiful poetry their greatness we do see
Their poems and their songs I loved as a boy
And their poems and their songs I will always enjoy
The beauty of Nature they did celebrate
And beauty in their words they loved to create.
Great insights of Nature from them we did gain
The beauty of their words with us does remain
We loved them for their poems in decades long gone
The deceased poets of Nature their poems living on.
poem by Francis Duggan
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