Consumption
The peace has a random price;
buried by sea of volition in knee deep puddles of
saline mud, being in being, after the crash,
to keep dissent alive.
Tell me, how did you go in arc light
in the middle of death, plunged in icy delights
of bloody waters? Prevailing withdrawl
spills the counts in endless moments,
of permanence and deceit, a face was
present at one time in two canvases;
the despondency was victorious in kelp,
of arboreal moon, night drips orally.
When the future comes in nesting birds,
I will search the eggs of cuckoo, before
I know you again; the venus-fly trap for hidden
kiss will open the honey glands.
poem by Satish Verma
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One moment one time
One moment one time Yes one moment one time Yesterday one moment one time six feet down they are buried It was just like yesterday people smiled, people laughed, people played together under one roof, under one umbrella No one knew death would come calling fast No one knew death would keep knocking the heart of men like a whirlwind All we ever knew was that death kept knocking persistently They crash landed from Dana air into the world of great beyond, where they will rest in peace from the hassles of this wicked world All that hoped for the best in life crash landed on the 3rd of June 2012 for no fault of theirs Crash! Crash! ! Crash! ! ! the dead have gone home so soon Blood bath have taken over the airspace in split of seconds washing away the top soil The time ticks The day counts fast The death kept calling seconds by seconds on a daily basis The night is very short as we wake and sleep Death is dangerous as it takes us unaware without our notice at all Those alive cried , tears kept rolling down like balls of abundant rain Death has done its worst and we can do nothing We have wept and wept out our eyes from the socket, one moment one time
poem by Olayemi Ayo
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Shell as cover
It would have been better known
Outside the world as pearl but hidden
Well below and so deep buried inside sea belt
Its presence still in infancy and not felt
Likewise little girl may not be noticed
Until she has come up with age and promised
Flowered with sweet words and proclaimed
Beloved, fiancée or by whatever it is named
Only jewelers can decide its price with precision
Girl's future is known only by somebody's decision
If she is picked in time with right person
She has every right to assert with several reasons
Who will know the real worth in course of time?
Some unknown man will throw pearl as stone sometimes
Females have highest power of tolerance compared to males
They utter no word of dissent even if left behind with worst tale
They are real gem behind male's success
It has been proved beyond doubt in all the cases
Yet they are made to suffer on many counts
So the judgment about their worth seems unsound
Who can bring them out on surface and prove?
That they are really worth and more than the brave
Besides having hidden talent and priceless tag
They are by no means behind anything or lag
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Last night I had a dream
Last night i had a dream
a dream about a future
a future that i had buried
deep within
A dream that made me wonder
how deep is that burial place
within me
Last night i had a dream
a dream about a past
a past that my memory
refuses to name.
Dug up by another name from
that very past
Last night i had a dream
a dream about the present
a present that i choose to
live in oblivion off.
a present with hurt, betrayal
pain and sadness
A present that however hard
i run away from shackles
me to my past and my future
chains, which i am unable to
break free from
which tie me down and make me who and what i am
Last night i had a dream
do i wish to wake up and
face reality.
are not the dream and the reality
one and the same.
Last night i had a dream
a dream or was i awake
finally.
poem by Jasveen Ahluwalia
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In Karma The Price We Must Pay
Birds and arboreal animals need every bush and tree
When their homes are destroyed by humans they must fight for a new territory
And if in securing new homes they are unsuccessful they become homeless and slowly die
I speak a fact of Nature and Nature does not lie.
The wildlife where trees are removed must search for homes elsewhere
Others they must try for to dispossess one reason wild creatures are becoming rare
Is that their habitat is being destroyed due to human financial greed
That the root cause of species extinction leads to human kind is so sad to say indeed.
Humans wage war on their own kind and war on Nature as well
How this will affect future generations of humans only time alone will tell
That what we do to Nature to our own selves we do is true
Since from her we will receive the Karma the Karma we are due.
Birds and arboreal animals need trees to live on and when their trees are cut away
They will have to fight for homes elsewhere since where they are they cannot stay
What goes around always comes around as some do like to say
And for our abuse of Nature in Karma the price we must pay.
poem by Francis Duggan
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1. Two Red Candles Burning Through Night
chinese wedding
two red candles burn
though the night
wax sizzles,
drips, drips
with our red hot
passion for each other
drips, drips
fluidly down the bar
the whole night
drips, drips, with
each pause of
our desire
each hug of our
affirmation for
each other
drips, drips
with our thirst
for each other
drips, drips
and clings to
the bar, warm
as our bosoms
drips, drips
solidifying
the night into our
assurance
for each other
drips drips till
the morning
turning the night
into an ecstatic
tour de force,
a union crystallising in
a mass of bliss
resting quiet on
the base of two
exhaust candles
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Barbados
The water from the upstream stopped flowing and,
I put on my beautiful robe of love looking for you;
For the size should fit in when true love calls;
And like your muse of love hidden in the garden of peace.
Twelve stones in the middle of the Jordan!
And of the seven priests and the seven trumpets;
But, i still have to go through the waters of love to seek for you,
For, your lve is all that i want in this village of peace and lovely birds.
Tell me, how do you feel being naked before me? !
And like the first time of love we made in Barbados;
But, i am now a Prince and, i still search for you my sweet Princess.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Price You Pay
(bruce springsteen)
You make up your mind, you choose the chance you take
You ride to where the highway ends and the desert breaks
Out on through an open road you ride until the day
You learn to sleep at night with the price you pay
Now with their hands held high, they reached out for the open skies
And then with their last breath
They built the roads they would ride to their deaths
Driving on through the night unable to break away
>from the restless pull of the price you pay
Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay
Now you cant walk away from the price you pay
Now theyve come so far and theyve waited so long
Just to end up caught in a dream where everything goes wrong
Where the dark of night holds back the light of the day
And you gotta stand and fight for the price you pay
Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay
Now you cant walk away from the price you pay
Little girl down on the strand
With that pretty little baby in your hands
Do you remember the story of the promised land
How he crossed the desert sands
And could not enter the chosen land
On the banks of the river he stayed
To face the price you pay
So let the games start
You better run you little wild heart
You can run through all the nights and all the days
But just across the county line
A stranger passin through put up a sign
That counts so many fallen away
To the price you pay,
Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay
Now you cant walk away from the price you pay
Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay
Now you cant walk away from the price you pay
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Cuckoo in the Pear-Tree
The Cuckoo sat in the old pear-tree,
Cuckoo!
Raining or snowing, nought cared he.
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo, nought cared he.
The Cuckoo flew over a housetop high.
Cuckoo!
"Dear, are you at home, for here am I?
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo, here am I."
"I dare not open the door to you.
Cuckoo!
Perhaps you are not the right cuckoo?
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cukoo, the right Cuckoo!"
"I am the right Cuckoo, the proper one.
Cuckoo!
For I am my father's only son,
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo, his only son."
"If you are your father's only son -
Cuckoo!
The bobbin pull tightly,
Come through the door lightly -
Cuckoo!
"If you are your father's only son -
Cuckoo!
It must be you, the only one -
Cuckoo, cuckoo, my own Cuckoo!
Cuckoo!"
poem by William Brighty Rands
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Cheep Sweep - 20120218
No ducking responsibilities: that's 'for the birds'
First impressions belie transformation facilitating fledgling flights of fancy from stuttering to fair future's fluttering hearts' delight.
Nurtured nesting nestlings' metamorphosis into personnified 'urge to learn' eggs on future generations as red light district restrictions recede, flush thrush rush, readily receive green light for free flight.
(18 February 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Price You Pay
You make up your mind, you choose the chance you take
You ride to where the highway ends and the desert breaks
Out on to an open road you ride until the day
You learn to sleep at night with the price you pay
Now with their hands held high, they reached out for the open skies
And in one last breath they built the roads theyd ride to their death
Driving on through the night, unable to break away
From the restless pull of the price you pay
(chorus)
Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay
Now you cant walk away from the price you pay
Now theyd come so far and theyd waited so long
Just to end up caught in a dream where everything goes wrong
Where the dark of night holds back the light of day
And youve gotta stand and fight for the price you pay
(chorus)
Little girl down on the strand
With that pretty little baby in your hands
Do you remember the story of the promised land
How he crossed the desert sands
And could not enter the chosen land
On the banks of the river he stayed
To face the price you pay
So let the games start, you better run you little wild heart
You can run through all the nights and all the days
But just across the county line, a stranger passing through put up a sign
That counts the men fallen away to the price you pay,
And girl before the end of the day,
Im gonna tear it down and throw it away
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Sweet Memories
Weeks gone by,
your face unknown,
until a day your face is shown...
A face to go with the words inside,
making a fairytale come alive...
Words of truth from your lips to mine,
the sweetest first kiss better than fine...
Opportunities created,
moments shared,
a sensuality unknown too tough to bear...
Then the kiss of sweet secrets,
roaming hands and gasping moments...
The union came not once but twice,
heavenly bliss has its price...
Now these are just memories to me,
as I lie here longingly...
poem by scarlette Phoenix
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Sad cuckoo
Have you ever seen sad cuckoo?
Yes I have seen and it is very much true
Hardly any one can notice it in early hours
As cuckoo has disappeared and seen no where
I sued to wake up with her call
When night was about to face its fall
So dreadful, frightening and calm
I heard her melodious voice with no harm
Some new habitats are coming up on hills
It is strong dissent by birds and animals
Wild animals attack the human beings
As they are capable and first kings
Some time in the morning I heard beautiful voice
As if calm with no more music to create with noise
As forbidden to use morning top places near by
Time has come for them to bid a good bye
I guessed it right
They had made no effort to fight
With no option in hand but to migrate
No more melody in morning to state
They are now no where
Vacated place and gone somewhere
Thick branches and trees have disappeared
Their existence is totally now feared
They might have gone too far
But that places are not too safer
It is unfortunate that we have turned cruel
Hand is laid everywhere to speak unwell
It can be considered unfortunate and not right
But think of peasants and small farmer's plight
They are influenced by high price rise
Brought round the corner to sell it to our surprise
Not only birds, animals but poor may be scarce
The talk of future development may turn farce
All over you may find high rise buildings
For small piece of land you may find high biddings
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Secret Place
Between life and death
There's another path
Some of us choose to live there
Away from life there's another place for broken hearts
A secret place that helps tired souls to find the peace within their selves
Thoughts and regrets all meet there
The place where I open the gate to meet the present with past
Away from crowd near to the God not dead or alive
The secret place its the loneliness to meet ourselves
Away from lovers aches
But with the memories no way to disregard to escape free
The secret place there I open my hidden aches
Away from blamers glance
My bloody wounds there take a bit rest
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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A Ring of Endless Light
I look around and see light
Cricling me around and around,
I dare not move for I wish I could
Stay here forever in the middle of
A ring of endless light
Dolphins come to swim with me
in the middle of the light
Loving, caring, they call to me
I close my eyes and listen
to the tales that they tell
but when I open my eyes I see
I'm alone in the middle of
A ring of endless light
poem by Jessica Kissner
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Kiss Me Again
Baby kiss me again..
I'really miss your daily kiss.
Miss a honey kiss like a sugar.
Miss a morning kiss like a warm dew.
Miss a night kiss like a moon light.
Miss a longing kiss like a warmth night.
Baby kiss me again please...........
I'really needs your desir kiss.
needs a affectionate greeting kiss like a sun kissed the beautyful moon.
I'needs a love kiss like a sea embraced the mount.
I'needs a honeymoon kiss again like a flower bee greatly missed.
I'nedds a kiss of desir like a memories of the silent river.
Baby kiss me again please...
wherever you are, kiss me from a dream.
Checking Love
when you arrive at night
i am buried in my heap of paper works
still,
when i go to bed because it is too late
you iron
clothes and sort what is clean
from what is dirty,
i am buried in sleep and you wake up
in the middle of this darkness
to see if there are birds flying in the horizon of trees
if stars are alive if
they still glitter.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dreaming Of Li Bai (1)
Separation by death must finally be choked down,
but separation in life is a long anguish,
Chiang-nan is a pestilential land;
no word from you there in exile.
You have been in my dreams, old friend,
as if knowing how much I miss you.
Caught in a net,
how is it you still have wings?
I fear you are no longer mortal;
the distance to here is enormous.
When your spirit came, the maples were green;
when it went, the passes were black.
The setting moon spills light on the rafters;
for a moment I think it's your face.
The waters are deep, the waves wide;
don't let the river gods take you.
Open Minds
Open your mind,
to things unknown,
search the universe
of your soul.
Open your mind,
to your heart
of feelings
buried deep within.
Open your mind
to your ear
of nature and
its beauty.
Open your mind
to knowledge
of things
unlearned yet.
Open your mind
to days gone
by of memories
vanished away.
Open your mind
to your feelings
hidden away
deep in your heart.
Open your mind
to my heart
to know how
i feel toward you.
wrote 3-31-07
And Death Washes Only Bones
And death washes only bones;
The mouth of death speaks oft of every tounge
Never his patience once lost is found in all your nature;
Death washes a bone and the astrologer hands two back,
So the moon when lined up, shines down on Venus asleep.
Time smiles on the heart beating and long of face therein,
death puts it back on the middle shelf prearanged.
And death washes only bones;
Deep valleys are filled with man's rich oil,
And covered over memories by death too often dredged.
Lined up end to end exposed again to harvest the tears of wait;
And death washes only bones and man who drinks so bold,
There being no truth and lies sown shut death eyes all bottoms.
d.t.
poem by Is It Poetry
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The Vanity of search -Based of the teaching of Gouthama Buddha
Dawn descended Crushing the Placid Night.
Tearing with its claws the Tranquil of Divine Dark.
Piercing and butchering with the sward of Light
the merciful twilight found no Strength, but
slipped in to the dead of grave, wounded and heavy
The rumbling noise of people gathered and crowded
The Futile Feet of men Stepped around, to and fro
People walked, vehicles droved the search continued
the search for peace, the search for Joy.
People knew where to look for and and how to find it
peace is in the Sweet smell of Paper called money
it is in the belove d's Eyes glimmer.
It is in the Seat of Power and position
There is no Everest that cannot be climbed
No Ocean that cannot be Voyaged,
No distance that cannot be traveled
At any cost the Peace is to be found, cradled
amongst the Money and power
The search has begun and continues forever.
The Search is on and On, And On and On
The Search has carried on for eon
for many generations the search continued
it took us to the deepest infinity of space,
To Abyss of ocean, there is no respite from the race.
All is in Vain; Peace has vanished without a trace
Where it might be hiding, Oh peace where Art thou?
You deluded us for ages, your face you never show.
Are we searching in a wrong place? Where peace is not.
We thought it is in the Island in the middle of river;
perhaps it is the very river.
We thought it is the name of a Inn in the corner of the Road
perhaps it is the Very road.
We thought it is in the bird singing on the tree
perhaps it is the Very tree
We searched in the past, present and Future,
But past is a History and Future is a Illusion
Perhaps it is in the present, But the Present
is full of suffering, not trace of peace is found,
Oh Dear peace where art thou, May be you exist not
are you just a fantasy dreamt by Unhappy Mind?
Are you just a fiction giving us the Futile Mirage of Hope?
You peace, you just a dream in our fantasy stream.
You peace. You exist not, in your madness our mind is caught
So give up the search for all the search is in vain
Give up the Hope, let go the hold of the rope
Let go the eagerness, and relax in its oness
Stop the Search, stop the Desirer of Peace
Once the Desirer is stopped, the Craving for peace is ceased
we find ourself in a place so strange.
Our Mind is Void, empty of Desirer and anxiety.
In this nullity our mind relaxes, thus opens a new axis
in this utter tranquil and Carefree of mind
the True peace and Joy we can find.
The Greatest ever told oracle
flashes to us from beyond time and space, oh! What magical
the Peace is not found in the search or in its desire
Drop the Very desire of peace, cease the search,
Thus we transmigrate to a new realm, full of peace and joy
Thus the voice of Buddha lingers every where
Drop the Desire, in this you will find Peace
poem by Alfred Kumar
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