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Hiding

After plundering the moon,
the skins
have dug their heels in candles –

for a night vigil.
Why you want to know the hidden meaning
Of a benign meaningless.

The beginning and end
were most visible tragedies
of an endless affair with invisible enemy.

Unsaying was very sincere
to truth if words were not mutilated.
Pure murder of an illusion in whispering sands.

poem by Satish Verma
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Behind Every Gross Appearance Has Invisible Subtle!

Isn't it true
neither moon nor universe, not
even I or you are visible without the
invisible in us.
Visible all are, only because of
that more invisible in us! Behind every visible gross
appearance, there is more
invisible subtle appearance,
When we look at the picture,
We usually forget the canvas,
When watching a TV program, usually we can't see how
invisible electrons produce the
image.

I cannot see my own face,
just as God hides his face to us...
Therefore, could it be that we
have one and the same face?

our face is one of His face,
Yet as he can look at his other
faces using one that he can't see,
We are looking at our other faces
using this one, That we can't see,
This is the truth that The God
uses this face to look at other
faces! Yet we visible to that invisible,
And we are visible only due to
that invisible ground on which
whole world play,
World itself is visible face of that
invisible face, Every life become visible only
because of that who hides is face
behind beauty and ugly faces
alike!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Head Over Heels

Late at night in the park
I saw her slipping in the dark
For heaven's sake, what's going on?
It's like someone is here
Got to follow now
Like beeing in trance for me
The silence here
More than all the noise
Whispering in the dark head over heels
Overheated heart head over heels
Treating it so hard the spurting feels every day, every night
Whispering in the dark head over heels
Overheated heart head over heels
Treating it so hard the spurting feels, oh yeah!
Down on my knees, God help me please
Gotta know who's out in the dark
I've stopped my breath, can feel the hands
Could hear the sound of people making love
I surrender right now!
I've to be touched
I feel so much...
Whispering in the dark head over heels
Overheated heart head over heels
Treating it so hard the spurting feels every day, every night
Whispering in the dark head over heels
Overheated heart head over heels
Treating it so hard the spurting feels, oh yeah!
[Instrumental verse]
Whispering in the dark head over heels
Overheated heart head over heels
Treating it so hard the spurting feels every day, every night
Whispering in the dark head over heels
Overheated heart head over heels
Treating it so hard the spurting feels every day, every night!
Head over heels, head over heels
Head over heels every day, every night
Head over heels, head over heels
Head over heels every day, every night!
Head over heels!

song performed by by Hammerfall
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Whispering Promises

whispering promises is easy to
do
many times they never come true

the one whispering promises
is not sincere

playing make-believe with your
ear

lots of voices hum a tune
whispering promises forgotten
soon

truth is absent from the start
a game of words played with a
heart

lying tongues have a cruel bite
whispered promises in the night.

poem by Heather Burns
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What Is...?

What is the meaning of hate?
Is it the dislike of someone different than you?
Or is it the loathing of something simple like broccoli?

What is the meaning of discrimination?
Is it the hatred of someone of a different background?
The hatred of skin color;
Or is it the bitter taste of being different from everyone else?

What is the meaning of uniqueness?
Is it the purpose of being odd and unusual?
The adaptation to your own life and style;
Or is it the stereotypical clan that society has put you?

What is the meaning of life?
Is it that time keeps moving; leaving us in the dust is leaves behind?
The endless stream of consciousness that everything has;
Or is it the meaningless and indefinable thing we give every day?

What is the meaning of death?
Is it that grim reaper knocking at your door?
The inky blackness of nothing;
Or is it something that can’t be defined only experienced when it is time?
Many questions are asked everyday without even meaning to ask them.
They are hidden within the minds of those who are too afraid to speak out;
To let THEIR voices be heard.
So I ask you these questions in hope that you will ask them yourself;
To find the meaning of it for yourself and not what others say it is.

One final question is all I leave you with.
What is the meaning of everything that you thought you knew?

poem by Regan Meade
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Writ On The Steps Of Puerto Rican Harlem

There’s a truth limits man
A truth prevents his going any farther
The world is changing
The world knows it’s changing
Heavy is the sorrow of the day
The old have the look of doom
The young mistake their fate in that look
That is truth
But it isn’t all truth

Life has meaning
And I do not know the meaning
Even when I felt it were meaningless
I hoped and prayed and sought a meaning
It wasn’t all frolic poesy
There were dues to pay
Summoning Death and God
I’d a wild dare to tackle Them
Death proved meaningless without Life
Yes the world is changing
But Death remains the same
It takes man away from Life
The only meaning he knows
And usually it is a sad business
This Death

I’d an innocence I’d a seriousness
I’d a humor save me from amateur philosophy
I am able to contradict my beliefs
I am able able
Because I want to know the meaning of everything
Yet sit I like a brokenness
Moaning: Oh what responsibility
I put on thee Gregory
Death and God
Hard hard it’s hard

I learned life were no dream
I learned truth deceived
Man is not God
Life is a century
Death an instant

poem by Gregory Corso
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The abstract star

At one time everything slips into the past

Let me take it for granted
that I am flying in the sky
over my head below my feet
beginning from the fingers of
my outspread hands the endless sky

The sky of the night of the dark moon
the enchanting endless sky
of the night of the dark moon

“Do not start your journey on the night of the dark moon”

The known warning of my mother’s simple faith
yet I was born in such a dark night
she hides thing truth from me

The star gazing at which I am flying
in enchanting sky of this night
is dead is it’s sky in the same present
yet it is living for me
it is the living abstract star of the projected truth

At one time everything slips into the past

Am I going or flying
gazing at the star
just assume by
my own reasoning

What a pleasure in making assumption
many a journey begins with such assuming
what is the end of all these journeys
the abstract star of my assumed sky
***
[Translated from Assamese by Prof. ProdIp Khataniar]

poem by Kushal Dutta
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Knife

Slit and
Slither knife
Penetrate in phallic push
To perforate the pulse of tissues in the flesh
Slice a vein to drain the unsuspecting victim
E’er they bleed and plea
Their scream
Of death

murder
murder murder
murder murder
murder murder murder murder murder murder
murder murder murder murder murder murder murder
murder murder murder murder murder murder
murder murder
murder murder
murder

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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NAKED FREEDOM (A sequel to the massacre of 23rd Nov 09 in Philippines)

Intended to violate
the omnipresent,
stillness unzips the inviolate –
truth.

You walk through a legend:
To test the chastity
you need to dip your hand
in a very hot oil.

A sleepless summer night
descends on the hill
violins in dark
lie mutilated.

Hidden tracks will not tell
from where came the pattern
of enemies entering
the bloodied moon.

Satish Verma

poem by Satish Verma
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A Poem In Waiting

When night shrouded me
In that visible darkness
I heard the sun dipping
Down into the sea
The invisible rivers silently flowed
Into their final confluence

In that silence of night
There I heard a melody
Flowing from the moon
Arising out of the sea...

A distant melody it was
From the invisible singer

A strange melody it was
Of despair and hope
Of departures and arrivals
Of sorrows and smiles

I clung to the night's blanket
And waited...

23 Aug 2011
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Command

Every morning I see the army commander
Provide command his soldiers
ran around the field
Before learning marching
Using weapons
Horseback riding
As he aimed his arrow into the target enemy
Far and near
Invisible to the eye, and which slipped quietly
In a blanket in the recesses of our hearts tonight
Hidden Enemy
A far more dangerous
From the superpower nuclear arms
More than just a play on words

poem by Prasetya Utama
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Blue Moon

Blossoming from the rock
A soul of a desperate lock
Becomes one with the blue moon

Hues of blue and gray
A due of death today
A blue moon rises in the west

It seemed so long ago
When the moon was so-so
And never went to the side of the blue

Now life is happening
And flowers are dying
The moon so blue is in the middle of the night sky

A love is a death
With a beginning and end
Just like the blue moon

With the beginning of a new day
The moon is hidden
And a new life is born
Unlike the moon of blue

poem by Dustin Bennefield
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Are You Sincere?

The words you said to me,
you repeat to someone new.
You say the things I want to hear,
but are you sincere?

I sit alone and wonder,
if your words are meant for me,
that I am the only one that you hold dear.
However, my mind keeps nagging, are you sincere?

Friends tell me stories about you,
I do not want to believe.
You just say the words are all lies.
In my mind the questions still arise, are you sincere?

I find the back door open,
when I come home at night.
You say you left it open in a state of fear.
As I close and lock it I wonder, are you sincere?

(12 June 2007)

poem by David Harris
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From the biography of an unknown woman: IV

Her tears're never understood
But they're her closest companions
She's mostly seen around the sea
The sands and the sea sheltering
Her visible and invisible tears
High tide and low tide she watches
And quicklu sums up that
That's all life is all about
Sometimes she searches
The sands and the sea
If she could retrieve her tears
And if someone caught her tears
She would simply smile and say
'O, it's those sand particles, you see...'

19apr2010
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Truth

Truth was there at the beginning of the beginning

Truth was there at beginning of the beginning of the beginning

What was true alone was there

And truth has persisted through the ages

Let change do whatever it can truth alone remains

Change has sprung from truth

For there was nothing else than truth

And change is its offspring

Or perhaps change is truth and truth was change

Change was at the beginning

Change was what is past

Change is what is now

Change is what will be in times to come

Change is Truth

Truth is Change

I welcome truth in every breath

Hail to thee Oh Death

poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Finding

From the candles and dumb shadows,
And the house where love had died,
I stole to the vast moonlight
And the whispering life outside.
But I found no lips of comfort,
No home in the moon's light
(I, little and lone and frightened
In the unfriendly night),
And no meaning in the voices. . . .
Far over the lands and through
The dark, beyond the ocean,
I willed to think of you!
For I knew, had you been with me
I'd have known the words of night,
Found peace of heart, gone gladly
In comfort of that light.

Oh! the wind with soft beguiling
Would have stolen my thought away;
And the night, subtly smiling,
Came by the silver way;
And the moon came down and danced to me,
And her robe was white and flying;
And trees bent their heads to me
Mysteriously crying;
And dead voices wept around me;
And dead soft fingers thrilled;
And the little gods whispered. . . .
But ever
Desperately I willed;
Till all grew soft and far
And silent . . .
And suddenly
I found you white and radiant,
Sleeping quietly,
Far out through the tides of darkness.
And I there in that great light
Was alone no more, nor fearful;
For there, in the homely night,
Was no thought else that mattered,
And nothing else was true,
But the white fire of moonlight,
And a white dream of you.

poem by Rupert Brooke (1909)
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Mask of My Heart

As the cloud went to black
We lost our way back
As the sun set to night
No smiles of something bright

Lonely the moon bounced the starlight
When blood became cold as frostbite
Bleeding inside till black from red
Let the honesty fainted bed

They broke words of silent voices
Without harm with many chances
Never to see the truth
Nor then to face the truth

All remained invisible sight
Black blocked the white to face to light
Broken the heart of smiling face
When sense was gone no eyes to gaze

It turned into the silent noise
Black without smile and cheer but voice
Whispering tears dropped inside heart
It hurt it broke Mask of my heart

poem by Vidi Pudinkz
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It Is All Too Much

IT IS ALL TOO MUCH

It is all too much -
Too many words-
Too many poems-
Too much written about poetry-

It is all too much-
And yet what do I have in this,
But myself alone in a room with these words?
The endless ongoing in the search for meaning-
The endless hope for beauty in the making of these sounds

It is not words alone-
It is the heart and soul of what I am-
And perhaps that is too much-
Even for myself.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Half-curved moon

Half-curved moon
Half-curved moon was brightening in the sky.
It was night.
Cool air was blowing.
The stars were twinkling in the sky.
Half-hearted soldier was on the border.
Moreover, was keeping tight vigil on the enemy.
His beloved wife was in the village suffering the same half-heartedness.
The world was sleeping.
However, moon, soldier and his beloved wife were awakening in the night.
The chain of duties was bounding them.
The Moon bound by the order of the nature.
Soldier is a patriotic man.
Beloved wife of the soldier was the wife of a great soldier.

poem by Vijay Gupta
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Premeditation

Oh blade you'll warm tonight!
Awash in crimson-purple flows,
Your sheen will dull with aching flesh:
Palpating anatomic mounds
Caressing, dancing, writhing round
Your metal form-
Whetted ‘gainst a lonely bone,
Then to probe the pounding, begging heart.

And all the while the prey will howl
Before they crumple; greet the mud-
A taut and unbelieving jowl
Will open out for giving blood-
A vent from down below,
Once a brutal show
Of metal in the man.