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Only Being

Walking the path with otherness;
not achieving anything,
I, condemned, to remain solitary, decline
to join the gods of a crowd. So that
my sun, remains shadowless.

No, it is not the final verdict.
I was always incomplete, unburdening
my cipher, failing against the blood
that demanded uninterrupted flow, blending
right and wrong. My words were too much

to say No. The melting snow remembered
the names of the trees. On the breast of
earth a signature theme plucks the
grass to make way for the rose beds. This
makes no secret of betrayal.

Less prudent, I blunder, try to untie myself
from future, and become little me, playing
with the mask of present, carrying my blankness
to become hungry again, for the knowledge
which was never my fatal being.

poem by Satish Verma
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As Pure

As pure as snow
as light as the sun
iciciles melt and water droplets melt
like deer running down a mountian of glass
only to hide and blend into the grass
melting and blending to the earth they flow
like a marmot running to hide in his hole
to gather we prance and dance in the snow
the ending of winters great mysterious flow

poem by Amber Mull
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Untitled Monument

Beyond the self,
is the freedom, unchained dawn,
I am in a crowd of voices.
Lifted by songs,
a bruised truth becomes a rose.
Choice was limited,
I desired silence, middle path in night,
under the lunar ecstasy.

Nowhere to go
I searched for tranquility, peace and light.
Failing hopelessly.
Love migrates back to old memories.
White days are pruned,
I would say the mirror was wrong.
I did not choose my life.

Dream of final
release was extraordinary
grandeur of pink moon
hanging on the trees,
the divine shower.
Life did not alter the genes,
it shifted the flow.
Untitled monument was submerged.

poem by Satish Verma
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Wintermoon

Under stars,
under sky,
I will walk,
my path and fate.

Wathing the moon,
the ghostly light,
enchanted by its beauty.

I will walk forever on,
knowing that past is past,
and future is future.
Life is only lived in the present.

I will walk,
in winter, spring, summer and autumm,
watching the moon,
enchanted by its beauty.

I walk down the path of spring,
knowing my fate awaits,
I'm walking the path of life.

I walk the path of summer,
looking at the sun,
warmed by the sun,
I'm alive and growing,
nature is part of me.

I walk the path of autumm,
seeing the prey of death,
beautiful coulours of the fiery soul,
striving to live once again.
Once future, now the base of knowledge,
THE future.

I walk down the path of winter,
looking at the wintersky,
bewitched by the wintermoon,
so clean,
so beautiful,
and yet so cold.

I will live in the present,
walking towards the future,
while this life of mine is build upon the past.
The past is me,
I'm the past, the present and the future.

poem by Alis ZxZh
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The Blood Red Rose

A solitary rose,
it could not understand
why it was deprived of life
by the cultivator's hand.

A solitary rose,
clutched in a mourner's fingers
waits the presenting of the flag
as the last note of "Taps" still lingers

A solitary Rose,
it could not understand
why its life was at the mercy
of the passing of this man.

A solitary Rose
wise beyond its time
is accepting of its fate
as the mourners stand in line

A solitary rose
flung upon a box of wood.
feels the sun a final time
as it is covered up for good.

Our ancestors made sacrifice
to expiate their sin.
The blood red rose, symbolic
of what flows beneath our skin.

poem by John F. McCullagh
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A Cipher

I live in the world where the men
Guarded by the guards with weapons,
Having big vehicles and splendid houses,
And enormous balances of the banks,
Though gathered heaped unscrupulously,
Are placed on the pedestal of greatness.

I have nothing, except my astute brain
That tortures me more when I ply with
Its wisdom to untie the knots of life.
I move unheeded in the gatherings,
In slippers with unpretentious dress,
And sometimes with empty pockets too.

I live in a society with the false standards,
Where right is wrong and wrong is right,
Where matters are stagnant or flow upwards,
Where the acts of disgrace are honoured a lot,
Where deranged characters have the authority
To rule; there I am no more than a cipher,
A cipher that sites on the left side of the figure.

poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Tall Claims

You become a chair.
A dream sits in you
for a graphic detail of
pelvis. A trophy?

Was it undecorous to present
a cadaver walking on the earth?
A serial killer wants a plaque
on his grave after the verdict.

Saber-rattling has started,
unplucking the lovers of game.
A peltate shield in hushed silence
covers the undressing.

The prisoner of words tempers with
a mask to become a bruise.

poem by Satish Verma
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Unchallenged and Unchanged

Why should I take it upon myself,
To wallow in the following of those shallow?
What point would I make,
By leaving my own path made...
To join those still walking around in circles,
Believing themselves to be achieving some progress...
By remaining in a yesterday unchallenged and unchanged,
With a doing that has become addictive.
I am not needed to validate that.
I'm sure their offspring will have a few words waiting for them,
When they recover from a running into reality.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mask Of Future

Dreams weren’t farfetched for me
Life wasn’t bad for me
I got everything I wanted,
Power and ability, and even opportunity
But I ignored something unknown.

I got an opportunity,
But I did not complete my wish.
I did not misuse my opportunity,
But this world has a sequence.
A flow which we all follow
Something I failed to do.
I used my powers at the wrong time.
I stepped into higher steps ignoring the lower ones.

But I failed to realize something,
I failed to realize that everything required a basement.
A basement on which it can stand.
A power on which it can function.

I ignored the lower aspects of my life,
I went for the larger ones and accomplished them with ease
But there were two things in the lower steps.
Two things that I ignored.
Time and patience.
I ignored the aspect of time, and looked into the future.
I lacked patience and was eager to reach the future.
But I failed to realize that the future did not exist.
We can never reach our future.
For, when we reach it, it becomes the present.
I failed to realize that the future is yet another present,
A present which I always ignored.
I failed to realize that we can control only our present.
Use the present wisely, and the future will follow up.

I failed to see the hidden mask of future.
A mask, if opened, showed that the future is just another present.

poem by Vivek Kartha
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Because I Would Not Admit

And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
-William Blake

Because I would not admit
that I had nurtured
an enemy within my breast-

a lover who wanted to gnaw
my secret rose,
a lover who wanted to press me
between the covers of a book,
then burn it,
a lover-usurper who wanted
to take my soul-

I nearly died,
running my car upon rocks
like a badly steered sloop,
crashing into trees
like a hurricane gale,
burning my arms in ovens
(when I thought I was only
baking bread). . . .

To admit the betrayal
was worse than
the fact of betrayal-
for I loved him
as leaves love sun,
turning my face to him,
turning my hips, my womb
to be filled with a dream
of children, a dream of books
& babies sprouting like leaves
from a spring tree,
a dream of trees that leaked blood
instead of sap. . . .

The dream¹s the thing-
the dream we die for,
turning our faces to the sun,
eyes closed, never seeing it has
gone out:
dead star, it blazes coldly
over a dead planet
while we bask in its afterglow,
now remembered in the mind.

He was fond
of stars & telescopes;
fond of machines, fond
of building the most complex
contraptions
to scale the clouds.
But Icarus flies
near the sun with waxen wings,
& does not think of gears
or motors.

Trees rise up at him
as he falls; the earth
rushes to meet him
like a lover
raising her writhing hips;
the wings weep their waxy tears
& fall apart;
the sun is hot
on his face.

But even as he falls
he is in ecstasy;
his sun has not
gone out.

poem by Erica Jong
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Red Letters

Red letters
Cut deep
Soothe the pain inside.
Red letters
Bold and loud
Scream silently.
Red letters
Secret and hidden
But a cry for help.
Red letters -
A way to deal with this pain.

As I cut these words into my skin
I remember seeing red words somewhere before
Then it hits me like a lightning bolt -
Words of Jesus are printed in red. Words of Christ in red.

Red letters
Real truth, piercing deep
Soothes my pain inside.
Red letters
Your passion, Your blood
Covers me.
Red letters
Hope and life
I cry, 'Fill me! '
Red letters -
You were pierced and bloody
So I wouldn't have to be.

'What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
Oh! precious is the flow that makes me white as snow!
No other fount I know -
Nothing but the blood of Jesus! '

Red letters... Nothing but the blood -
Red letters... Nothing but the blood of Jesus!

poem by Zoe MacRae
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I Need Thee Every Hour / Nothing But The Blood

(Duet with Vince Gill)
(Amy)
I need Thee every hour, most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like Thine can peace afford.
I need Thee, O I need Thee;
Every hour I need Thee;
O bless me now, my Savior,
I come to Thee.
(Amy)
What can wash away my sin?
(Amy and Vince)
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
(Vince)
What can make me whole again?
(Amy and Vince)
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
(Amy Vince and background vocals)
Oh! Precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
(Amy)
For my pardon, this I see,
(Amy and Vince)
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
(Vince)
For my cleansing, this my plea,
(Amy and Vince)
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
(Amy Vince and background vocals)
Oh! Precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh! Precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh! Precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

song performed by by Amy Grant
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Concept

Do I need power
In spreading my ideas
And what is the definition of power
Coercion
Deceit
Brute power
This all leads to degeneration
Spread the ideas
With the power of love
Make a new path
Let the common intelligence
Rise and say
What is true and what is wrong
Let the people be free
To collectively and individually
Decide
Their present
Define their past
And set goals
For their future
What is then my contribution
To make a paradise of ideas
For achieving the goals
Whom I am addressing
Who is my audience
Where should I preach love
And who should lead every one towards the path

poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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Poetry And Flowers

Lark and rose go mad, even with winter
coming on, the garden beneath the verandah blooms,
the park is dense with sun and soccer balls.
By lark I mean generic bird, God knows
the names for all these things with wings. Ditto
the rose: the garden drooling colour and bloom.
Lavender I recognise, and jasmine climbing
the concrete wall, and a real rose in the corner,

red as blood. I meant to say: birds and flowers
go ballistic, even with winter coming on.
Carrying on their own life. The earth drowns
in the blooming. Even when there is no wind there is
the solar wind, whipping our bodies from the depths of space.
Ferocities of trees bent double. Playing soccer,
nobody notices this. The far park flutters in mirage.
The jasmine is awash with butterflies.

poem by Luke Davies
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Pain of Reality

Stopped caring yesterday
began one day in December
raised its head one day in May

Blunder upon blunder
steals my innocence
living lost in space alone
reality gives way to nonsense

Freedom beckons an echoing tune
with too many scars, my mind is numb
scars bestowed upon others like candy
bittersweetness melting on their tongue

Wondering what is wrong with me

poem by Patty Rose
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I Complete With You

i am incomplete without you
i am incomplete without your smiles
i am incomplete without your love
i am incomplete without your felling
i am incomplete without your teaching
i am incomplete without your touching
i am incomplete without your soul
i am incomplete without your dreams
i am incomplete without your body
i am incomplete without your happiness
i am incomplete without your heart
i am incomplete without your bed
i am incomplete without your tonight
i am incomplete without your sorrow and sadness

poem by Khushi throne
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Go On

It hurts me more when you decline
My offer for to join for dance and dine
'No' you can't join me as I have some one
He has entered life earlier and can be taken over by none

What I had to do then when she has opened secret?
I was in no mood to withstand jerk and fate
How can one remain honest and render justice?
Why to make love in air when there is no commitment or promise?

I heard her patiently and gave simply reply
I can go no further and make further try
It is her wish and must be respected
Her words can't be angrily reacted

She is making fool of her self
Sea may have precious jewels at shelf
But love is not like any other commodity
It can be had only from a person with super quality

'Leave me alone' was curt reply from my side
'No friends even' I took pain to tell her and confide
Horizon may be vast and very wide
My life and world were limited to hide

I am deeply hurt and visibly moved
She did not try fairly for it to be removed
It has made me to think fresh about future relation
There are fewer answers for more questions

I am sunk for the want of firm land
I have no one to call anybody as close friend
She was one with me and given good bye
I shall remain alone and resolved not to make fresh try

I want no analysis for delicate bond
One thing is sure that I was very much fond
I can't surrender to child's play
Let her go if she wishes to be away

I can't love treachery and hypocrisy any more
She has been told on face and therefore
I set her free to make choice of her own
I shall remain in this world and go on

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Will Future Torture Or Enrapture?

Future is unknown
Nothing about it is shown
And so future we do not own
So confusion has grown

Now we may plan
But, God may ban
We may think we can
But God is superior to man

We can never predict
As fate will contradict
Through a different verdict
But, God, we cannot indict

Future is a guarded secret
Which may give a regret
Or success we may get
None can know it, I bet

For future if we carefully save
We will not be poverty's slave
We will not maroon in worry-wave
We can in life very boldly behave

If our plans have loopholes
We will have dolorous souls
Will be perforated our goals
Our losses, the World condoles

Plans can be for future made
With the hope of getting shade
All our duties we must not evade
Real grit must be by us displayed

Future is surely an uncertainty
It may give calamity or equanimity
Hoping has got an excellent utility
Future is safe via a sterling quality

Future will become excellent
If using of present is intelligent
Better to be in life boldly nonchalant
Calmly waiting is in itself a fine talent

As a secret let future remain
Let us postpone our pain
If it becomes a gain
We will feel immensely fine

poem by Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman
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Walking Through The Rain

Once in our lifetime
will go through a narrow road
where there's nobody around
We just walking all alone
Carrying attached burden
And behind, chased by a storm
Will the soul safely reach home?

Left and right, nothing around
keep walking in a small road
Wind run chasing this feet
Bringing sand to my eyes
A bit hurt, force to tears
dropped, flew, dried still fears
Keep walking the storm just near

Wind swirl and touch the trees
The weak leaves falling down
Riding this feeling we cant help
After carrying all blurry years
The future seems like a smear
But the storm keep coming near
Too close to breaks and clear
I still walking ahead with hopes
There's nothing around to hold

The grey conquer half of the blue sky
While the sun gone leaving without light
Keep walking, keep moving, it's alright
Even the clouds shades my shadow
We left the past, i wont undo

When the rain pour on me
Finally i know the storm caught my body
Still walking, keep walking even a bit slowly
Stuck in heaviness, waking, standing and walking again
The storm push me down like the weak leaves falling down
Wake up and walking once again, nothing to hold, all by my own
Thunder shouting to scare but i'm too tired to keep afraid
No choice only walking, so I'll be brave for a change

Through this heavy rain
Keep walking to keep moving
Even it was pain with burden
For days and years to come,
I making decision through this rain
For life and future days still remain
Dont want spent entire life with all constrains
A Change for a chance,
So i took this chance to change
For next change of life chance

For always i trust my believe for a chance
The reason why i keep walking through the heavy rain
Cause i know there's always something i will gain at the end
A future with a rainbow will prove there's a chance and change
Cause I know the sun will rise and shine again
So i have made a decision through the rain
Even though i know storm will appear again
I will keep walking and stand again

: : : : : : : : Theme: Challenge and Inner strength: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :

This time i learn and use my brain

poem by Unwritten Soul
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Truly Incomplete

Search for you I do
I know you are present, however you refuse
Deny, you do love
Love of mine seems to have left no impression on you
My feelings only hold you as my love
Even though you clearly expressed that our past needs to be erased.
You are so wrong
Misunderstood you have me and my love
Now it feels that as if it was so easy for you to forget me?
Suddenly, my love has forgotten me
How can she do that to me?
I gave her my all
Everything I gave completely
However, at the end I still remain incomplete
Truly incomplete, I do remain
Seems as if life is hell
World has died, search I do for you.

poem by Rohit Sapra
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First Snowfall

The last of autumn’s leaves begins assault
Of winter gales. The sap within the trees
In hibernating xylems call a halt
To most activity to some degree.
The birds that once resided amongst them
Already left for warmer spots unknown.
A few remain behind but are condemned
To weather winters snow and ice alone.
The snow begins to fall. At first, a flake,
Then more and more until the trees are white
And weighted. Branches, weak, begin to break
And fall to earth and soon are crowned despite
The slackened storm. The wind subsides and all
Is quiet and calmness follows the squall.

poem by Albert Ahearn
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