Feeling You In Palms.....
In the deep REALM of loneliness
and desert of silence
unseen and unsaid things
merge with each other
where silence is thirsty of happenings
thirsty of noise of creation
thirsty of itself
creating EXUBERANT canvas of moments
your powerful thoughts
appears in cloves of my soul
I try to hold your feelings in my palm
as if the palm is the complete LOVE to beloved one..
and every line of palms
every moment of palms…
even every silenced voice of palm
making me thrill for a moment
where i find
nails engraving YOUR name
Finally a forced- reminder
TO FULFIL THE LONGING
OF DRY LIPS..
poem by Seema Gupta
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Palm Sunday
Because it is the day of Palms,
Carry a palm for me,
Carry a palm in Santa Chiara,
And I will watch the sea;
There are no palms in Santa Chiara
To-day or any day for me.
I sit and watch the little sail
Lean side-ways on the sea,
The sea is blue from here to Sorrento,
And the sea-wind comes to me,
And I see the white clouds lift from Sorrento
And the dark sail lean upon the sea.
I have grown tired of all these things,
And what is left for me?
I have no place in Santa Chiara,
There is no peace upon the sea;
But carry a palm in Santa Chiara,
Carry a palm for me.
poem by Arthur Symons
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In The Palm Of Your Hand
In the palm of your hand
you hold my heart.
Cradle it gently, my love
so it will never fall apart.
In the palm of your hand
you hold my love.
Carress it tenderly forever
and always place it above
everything that you touch.
Hold my hand
in the palm of your hand
so that I may always feel
that the sifting grains of sand
in the hourglass of time
will never be able to steal
these precious moments away.
Let them be able to stay
always in the palm of your hand.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Sometimes Your Eyes Can Display Your Feelings
Sometimes your eyes can display your feelings,
sometimes a moment is balanced in silence,
when something unseen speaks.
Sometimes your eyes can display your feelings
when love accepts the smallest thing as being right,
when we learn deeper things from that, which is unsaid,
Sometimes your eyes can display your feelings,
sometimes a moment is balanced in silence.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Gentle Poem
The gentle poem with palms so tender
Caress mine heart and with song render
A man sweet, whom was born a brute
Now as gentle as love's played flute
Tranquil I play in her love's fair
And run my fingers down her love's lyre
Never was a love's palm so tranquil
As my love touched a polished heart; genteel
The placid lake of her palms blood
Did gradually inundate my mind's flood
And write her name in my soul clement
For my love to taste and nobly lament
The gentle poem of her calm palm
And sing to me, her amiable psalm
Of ‘love is love in a mine dove-like touch
Lady like, civil, elegant as such
A love like me, sings softly
I love you my love so quietly'….
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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A Hungry And Thirsty Soul
a hungry and thirsty soul
how can a body then look so beautiful?
how can you satisfy a hungry and thirsty soul?
how can it die? the body asks
how can a soul so beautiful and forgiving be
in such a dirty, emaciated and bleeding body?
how can this body conceal such a hungry and thirsty soul?
look into the pool of my soul, and find if your light
can penetrate therein without bending
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Farmer of Stars
I scoop the stars
Into my palm
In waters gathered from the storm
Each star
a world
Slipping slowly from my palm.
I wander
With the receding star
See the light
From afar
I reflect on
The moving light
Of what just might have been
Dreams swept by that moment’s delight.
Loss, always loss
Of the star
That was never mine
Each
A desire
Spawned by a passing wind
That moves the clouds
Which can but hide
A star
I thought was mine
Beyond reach
Cupped in my palm
Lingering for a moment
The twinkle so near
I try to hold them
A prisoner of my mind.
Copyright 2006 Baru Gobira
poem by Baru Gobira
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Every Moment I Live With You
Every moment i live with an eternal flame that adorns my soul with ineffable bliss, The apex enchantment for a mortal man.
Every moment I hear rhapsodic undulations of her omnipotent voice. infallible arrows of her emphatic prattle pierce my soul millions of time. Her subtle voice still dwells deep down I swear.
Every moment i perceive her aesthetic face
resplendent with mesmerizing eyes that endure profoundly compassionate innocence and luscious lips proliferating an inscrutable simile.
Every moment I sleep with her voluptuous presence embraced in my virile arms and I keep caressing tresses of her ravishingly titillating hair until I fall asleep.
Every moment I try to nab a glimpse of her nubile palms, in each fold and line of which was written every aspect of someone's destiny.
Every moment I scold myself for making same mistakes again and again and Every time I find myself helpless against the majestic prowess of her interminable benevolent influence. Her divine trance still enthralls my immortal soul.
Every moment I keep writing poems for her. But every time I condemn the almighty that made me so un expressive.but the next moment I felicitate the almighty as with the grace of whom Every moment The Eternal Flame Enlightens my abode.
And every moment I live with you.
[ Ojaswi Kaushal ]
poem by Ojaswi Kaushal
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Change the world with turning the palm
Change the world with turning the palm
Turning upside
Turning downside
Changing the world is not as hard as you think
Turning outside
Turning inside
Changing the world could be as easy as turning palm
Palm is opened
Palm is closed
Clap! Clap! Clap! The astonishing sound heard
Palm is hailed
Palm is hugged
When all people do it together
Yes, we can make a different
Change the world with turning the palm
Hide away smile
Erase away tears
Changing the world with a slight change of mind
The fate is cast
The fate unknown
Changing the world by turning others opinion
Palm is embracing
Palm is praying
Crack! Crack! Crack! A flicker of hope seen
Palm is waved
Palm is offered
When all people do it sincerely
Yes, we can change the world
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Just Before Leaving
Nice, I touched
your loneliness
softiest palm
induced its warm
on your beads
amazing shock
shrieked your glass
broken pieces
stabbed my foot
floor much colored
loved our nagging
you never told
pain is your touching
loneliness bugled
the chaos of clearing
sojourn my palm
gone through the wind
chilled from nights dark
trapped the dew dropp
my whole my beauty-sick whole
put it on your breath
the silence...silently
again touched the Nice
told to myself
I battered your loneliness...
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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The Palm-Tree
Is it the palm, the cocoa-palm,
On the Indian Sea, by the isles of balm?
Or is it a ship in the breezeless calm?
A ship whose keel is of palm beneath,
Whose ribs of palm have a palm-bark sheath,
And a rudder of palm it steereth with.
Branches of palm are its spars and rails,
Fibres of palm are its woven sails,
And the rope is of palm that idly trails!
What does the good ship bear so well?
The cocoa-nut with its stony shell,
And the milky sap of its inner cell.
What are its jars, so smooth and fine,
But hollowed nuts, filled with oil and wine,
And the cabbage that ripens under the Line?
Who smokes his nargileh, cool and calm?
The master, whose cunning and skill could charm
Cargo and ship from the bounteous palm.
In the cabin he sits on a palm-mat soft,
From a beaker of palm his drink is quaffed,
And a palm-thatch shields from the sun aloft!
His dress is woven of palmy strands,
And he holds a palm-leaf scroll in his hands,
Traced with the Prophet's wise commands!
The turban folded about his head
Was daintily wrought of the palm-leaf braid,
And the fan that cools him of palm was made.
Of threads of palm was the carpet spun
Whereon he kneels when the day is done,
And the foreheads of Islam are bowed as one!
To him the palm is a gift divine,
Wherein all uses of man combine,--
House, and raiment, and food, and wine!
And, in the hour of his great release,
His need of the palm shall only cease
With the shroud wherein he lieth in peace.
'Allah il Allah!' he sings his psalm,
On the Indian Sea, by the isles of balm;
'Thanks to Allah who gives the palm!'
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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Waking Up At 3: 19 A.m.
hungry and thirsty
i am awakened
i switch on the light
and look at my watch
it is 3: 19 a.m and i
am feeling the
unholiness of the hour
hungry and thirsty
i look for food and water
for how long shall i conceal
the truth of my hunger and thirst?
it is not the water and the
sandwich
it is my soul
hungry and thirsty for
God
deep within i am moving
away
like a ship in the middle
of a storm
yet not wanting an anchor
not wanting an island
even a shadow
of the shore
for when will this hunger
and thirst stop
i do not not really know
perhaps
God shall soon
tell me
again about Job.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There are two reasons for drinking: one is, when you are thirsty, to cure it; the other, when you are not thirsty, to prevent it.
quote by Thomas Love Peacock
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Lost
The palm of my hand is empty but I still hold on
Your voice just an imagination and long gone
The smile I love haunts my every dream
But loneliness is my companion per diem
A love lost as it had been previously found
No longer an option and all hope has drowned
I want to evaporate like a raindropp in the sun
And with thoughts of you I become undone
My world appears to be smaller these days
And new visions appear to me as in a haze
My life every day is the work of a pretender
Should I admit defeat and finally surrender
My own sanity at large is at stake
And with every thought I slowly break
I took a chance but now everything is lost
Everything reminding me of you I tossed
Sure I may find solace with another guy
But the thought to find you again I could never deny
I am lost in this world and everything seems strange
The fact that I feel only for you will never change
© 2011
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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Discover ‘SILENCE ‘
I discovered a stunning stillness,
‘SILENCE’ a musical wave,
My thoughts dint appear beautiful than this time,
I felt, I regained my inner dead Emotions,
And now ponder more on …Silence’s Beauty...
Silence is a mystery,
And a magical union,
Silence is of soul and heart,
And mind’s internal peace,
Silence unite love with all creations,
And form attachment with all disclosed hearts.
Silence belongs to everyone,
It is beyond word ‘SILENCE’….
It inculcates an extreme essence to fasten together,
And embody a true peace and love within and around.
Silence is present every moment...
And it alerts you to open yourself towards life.
Silence is present every moment...
Within the stillness of nights and peace of early mornings
Silence is present every moment…
To intimate its appearance in all worldly needs.
poem by Richa Dhodi
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10.Thanks
Thanks
For the look from that rare expert eye;
For saying 'yes' to me.
For the numerous lies from those sapient lips
That swayed my better sense.
For making me believe.
Thanks
For making that forlorn woman, my mother,
Heave a momentary sigh of happiness.
She believed, for a moment,
You were the One,
That her Sita had found her Ram.
Thanks now, for all the tears she sheds,
And for the thousand shattered smithreens of dreams.
For the increased palpitation in the heart Wednesday last!
Thanks for the moment
When you held my palm in yours
And said you could see Arundhati in stark day-light!
Thanks an ocean for the vows,
That you could pronounce in Sanskrit impeccable,
And for the momentary title 'sri mati'!
Thanks
For not having loved me
Nor having me fallen in love!
For all those unsaid words and un-given gifts.
Oh and for all those orphaned smiles.
Thanks
For making me wait, hope
That this too will come to pass...
For showing me that some problems
Can be but ended, not solved!
Thanks at last
For the liberation you sent
In form of your signature
To dissolve this parody of a marriage
poem by Krishnarasa Seshadri
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Lend me your Lips
Dear Love,
Lend me your Lips
For just one moment,
One day,
Once in your Lifetime
And I'll make them mine
Forever...
And you may go
Anywhere thereafter...
Any place in this world
You'll remember...
How your lips were mine
For that one moment
And how Forever...
That one moment
Became ours and ours alone.
You'll cherish that mark of mine
Those nibbles and those suckles,
Those bites of Love -
Those teasings of my tongue
Probing you in...
And you, slowly and slowly
Losing your firmness
That stiffness of your tight lips
Letting me in...
And me gaining entry -
Into those, closed lips of yours
Opening them up, like the
Blooming petals of a rose
And then, the nectar of love
Flowing from my lips
Washing you all over
Above and below,
Inside and out -
The upper and lower
Contours of your Lips.
Dear Love,
Lend me your Lips
For one last time
Let this be the First
And the last time
Ever...
I'll kiss you, smooch you
Feel you deep inside -
With my lingering lips
On the creases and folds
Of your moistened mouth.
Wetting you all over...
With the dripping wine
The bitter-sweet saline
Of my very seductive
Thirsty Lips...
Lend me your Lips, My Love
And let me imprint it
With the seal of a Lover
On her Beloved's Lips
And let this Kiss
Be once and Forever
For you to carry
In all your travels...
In your vivid memories
Of this soft and arousing
Tender love-making
Of my Lips
Entwined around yours.
Like the Dance of Serpents
Coiling in Love...
Fanging each other
With the sweet taste of poison.
Merging their mouths
Into unexplored trails of
Giddy Intoxication...
To make them endure -
And last them a lifetime
Of painful separation.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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We Had It All
We closed down the Border Cantina
And drank margaritas till dawn
You were my sweet senorita
And I was your handsome Don Jaun.
We danced like there was no tomorrow
We laughed and we lived and we loved
That moment in time that we borrowed
Never did last long enough.
Chorus:
Yeah, we had it all going our way for a little while
We had it all right in the palm of our hands
We had it all going our way for a little while
Oh, how I wish we could go back there again.
We thought we were too young to marry
Slowly we drifted apart
Well baby, I miss you like crazy
Those memories still burn in my heart.
Oh, let's find a way to rekindle
That flame that burned long ago
These days just can't hold a candle
To those sweet nights in old Mexico.
Chorus:
Yeah, we had it all going our way for a little while
We had it all right in the palm of our hands
We had it all going our way for a little while
Oh, how I wish we could go back there again.
Chorus:
Yeah, we had it all going our way for a little while
We had it all right in the palm of our hands
We had it all going our way for a little while
Oh, how I wish we could go back there again.
Yeah, we had it all going our way for a little while
Oh, how I wish we could go back there again.
Oh, how I wish we could go back there again...
song performed by by Vince Gill
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~ O’ Peace Why Thirsty? ~
~ O’ PEACE WHY THIRSTY? ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK.
24 March 23,2010.
'Give Peace a Chance' – Beatles
O’ Peace why thirsty?
Where you’ll get a drop?
Boozed blottoed in
Narconecrotic Narcissism
Emptied hollowedout the
Compassionate pot.
We’re sooty smutty sot
Help from us e'er not
Everywhere is drought
Hah ha woeful we’re not!
O’ Peace why thirsty?
-
Copyright reserved by author
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Breaking the silence
Shush! Silence
I'm breaking the silence
As I finish this sentence
Six months ago
My heart said yes
My head said no, go slow
In my silence I hid the truth, expressing fear
In my silence I hid my feelings, registering no care
In my silence I hid my thoughts, refusing to share
Any of my ideas
Prosperous is the silence
Abundance of it can turn life
Into a nasty experience
Shush! Silence
I'm breaking the silence
As I finish this sentence
Ceaselessly I've combated with my conscience
Endlessly in silence I exposed my defence
Allowing all to penetrate my territory without a valid licence
I should have said no with my voice
I should have asked why by making some noise
In silence I created an air of suspense
And they capitalised on it in my absence
In silence all my thoughts mingled
Some of which should have been singled
Shush! Silence
I'm breaking the silence
As I finish this sentence
Silence I demand
Give back to me my independence
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Symbols
PALM Sunday at the Vatican
They celebrate with palms;
With reverence bows each holy man,
And chaunts the ancient psalms.
Those very psalms are also sung
With olive boughs in hand,
While holly, mountain wilds among,
In place of palms must stand:
In fine, one seeks some twig that's green,
And takes a willow rod,
So that the pious man may e'en
In small things praise his God.
And if ye have observed it well,
To gain what's fit ye're able,
If ye in faith can but excel;
Such are the myths of fable.
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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