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Faith ! ! ! !

Is an oyster lying curled &calm,
Down at the deep sea bottom,
Conceding to none of the surface storms
To fluster its placid pink coral dream.

How remorseless the tempest that whips,
The shell that gathers the sheen,
Of the patient jewel hidden within,
In many a lost soul keeps the light burning.

Away from stone-eyes of doubt &blank misgivings,
In unrewarded Obscurity, whispers to each passing grain,
With promises of heights to attain, burns brightness in each trapped grain,
Washed in a dropp of tear, testifies not to the dust from which it came.
--Forged to outshine the rendition of stars,
Takes nothing from me,
But trains me to walk on water.
x-----x----x---x
SEEMA.JOGLEKAR
1st April-2010

poem by Seema joglekar
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Beckonings!

Shall I come?
-When the night spills over the threshold of the day
To skim away the pain of the darkest hour.
-Like the loosened strands of pearls, roll into dust
Like glistening dew at dawn, to light our path, come the stars.

Shall I come?
-To pawn the burden of those renegade days
Lying heavy on your eyelids, with the heydays of spring's spell.
-To bid the final day that stood between us
To take her last bow of farewell.

Shall I come?
-Like the proud dew-dropp unsoiled by the dust of life,
Defiant, absorbs to only reflect the beauty rife.
-With the glee of the sapling leaf-burst in the rains,
With sap to defy many a storm, in its gossamer veins.

Shall I come?
-With the mirth of the leaves, in life's joys and pains
Swaying in gladness, immeasurable, in the game of light and shade.
-To brush off the dust, clinging to our weary feet
With the comforting toll of the journey's end, in arms open.

Shall I come?
-Like the breeze spiriting away in a gait of her own,
Further it moves stronger are the bonds to return
Bound to you in my freedom.

Shall I come?
-Like a spurting river impeded by many gorges,
Now rushes to find her own rhythm, strong.
-Like the koel that waits all winter
To bestow spring with her welcome song.

Shall I come?
-To stake a claim to your attentions as the stubborn full Moon sails by,
Accompanies you everywhere, lingers at the corner of your eye.
-To end your wanderings, with the pull of my heartstrings.
-To spit at the stars that keep you awake with their prattle, jarring

Shall I come?
-With my box of frugal treasures that cozily sit;
An armload of moonlight washed in dew,
Stars like gems, throw up a rainbow on cue,
with the promise of a dream in their kiss,
And four seasons wrapped in the swan song of a poetess.

But first, let me leave:
the anguish and despair, of the bygone days of mine,
as one leaves their footwear, outside a shrine.

14th Feb-2012
Seema.joglekar

poem by Seema joglekar
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A Hankie- (A Ditty)

When the moon trails like a wiped yellow smear,
When paths have crossed & you still take the one's that veer,
When the night is spent & sleep is nowhere near,
When the eyes run rivers in a downpour.

When all hope is lost &there is still left a prayer,
When the rains gnaw an old wound that wakes up to stare,
When the river has run it's course & the land lies bare,
When the stars write a name that your lips would'nt dare.

When you live on borrowed charge &spent all your powder,
When prosperity comes sloshing out of the skies with the cries of storm water,
When in grips of frustation, the wind knows so much more than the little it whispers in your ear,
When you see one serious virtue, not narcissism, but a brief wish to be better.

When costly is defeat, not soothed by greater consciousness,
When wasteful is profit, with not the courage to employ it,
When one does not grow, but pays more for remaining the same,
When the evening T.V batters into stupidity the sense of the sensual,

When wind howls like a wounded shrew, in the clouds of doubt, taking it's place in reason,
When a hapless humming bird flits, obliviuos to the evil around,
and there you catch a glimpse of the divine.

That's when you need a tissue paper,
Once called a Hankie,
And this is how all old things get to be,
One is a keepsake- an error in reflection & the other sees the bottom of the bin.
The question is -Will you give it to me?
But on second thought- I'd rather you did'nt!

26 September-2009
Seema. Joglekar
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poem by Seema joglekar
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Down in the deep water..

Down in the deep water
By the edge of the river
Where I ponder my life
Just how did I get to this

Down in the deep water
By the edge of the river
Where the waterfall of dreams
Sweeps away what’s left to the abyss

Down in the deep water
By the edge of the river
Where time stands still
just only forever.

Down in the deep water
By the edge of the river
Where I buried all
That was ever my childhood

Where I let it go,
Where it bends and meanders,
Twisting along as the years went past.
Seemingly calm, but screaming beneath the surface
Were its hidden whirlpools, a sweeping current

Down in the deep water,
I left the edge of the river,
As I looked down
For my soul at the bottom.

Deep in the deep water
Swept away by the river

I drowned in life,

......Sinking forever.

poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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Bittersweet

Only the violins
Cry honey tears.
Fragrant promises are lost
On summer breeze.
Our first kisses haunt us
In future years.
Yet blessings find us
On our knees.
Or on trains
Where lovers
Never did meet.
Some cherries
Are so bittersweet.

Flowers light the room
Like a smile.
She touched my hand
A love life ago.
As I watched those blooms
Die in such style.
That stranger
That I've come to know
Still kisses my soul.
Clouds roll.
An icicle
From the warmest glow.
Sweet shiver
From memories hypnotised.
Sunlight is metamorphosised
Into tempest,
Oh so Indiscreet.
Love's storms
That blow
So bittersweet.

Only the moon
Laughs and cries
Yet beams forever
In the skies.
Only the ocean
Can sparkle and sing.
Yet drown the dreams
Of everything
That takes its hand
In trust.
Washed up on the sand
- Stardust.
Remnants of our kiss.
And
Pink petals at your feet.
Now prisoners
Of our happiness.
In
Daisy chains,
So bittersweet.

poem by Kevin East
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Dark the shadows haunt the night

If I began to cry
The tears would never end
If I lowered my guard
Then how could I defend?

From every side the walls close in
And there is no place that you could stand
That would hide you from this world
And all that it demands

Whoever said that life was fair
Has not lived long enough
When the path takes you along the edge
You'll see them fall off the bluff

But the problem is
If your guard is high
You will wither away
And begin to die

How could something so small
Cast such a shadow on the land?
How was it that it stood so tall
Yet it was just a grain of sand?

I made my way through this world
With the Sun forever at my back
And the shadows went before me
And the shadow it was black

One grain of sand in my eye
Tormented me for many years
And I could never hope to fly
For I was blinded by my fears

Then Jesus came and turned me round
To face the rising Sun
His light it shone upon my face
And my journey had begun

When you walk into the Son
The shadows fall behind
The Sun removes the grain of sand
Now you're no longer blind

Who is your grain of sand my child
That made you stumble, made you fall?
In the light of Christ perhaps you'll find
That persons not so very tall

Dark the shadows haunt the night
That cause you to run and hide
Look to the Son that shines so bright
And He will shine that light inside

O to be filled with the light of Christ
And see the shadows disappear
To lift my eyes to heavens heights
And finally to shed a tear

poem by Frank McEleny
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Marching Song!

Every bud does dare, as the effort
It took to lie closed shut,
Was more painful than to blossom it took,
The dawning of a new world, right out of plain dirt,
The first light, the reward, in courage to delight.

Each grain of sand that creeps along,
Hears it's guardian angel call-'March on',
With a dream to ache, an ocean to break,
In ruthless tide's wake, never did tremble nor shake.

Watch a meteor -every atom in magnificient glow,
Rush with no fear of catching fire or falling low,
Breeze it's little spark, in a brillant blaze burn out,
Than be stifled by dry rot, to end in ashes than dust.

poem by Seema joglekar
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That Part Of A Whole

it is a tiny part
as tiny as a grain of sand
you hardly give it
attention
you keep on saying
what is in this grain of sand
that philosophers
say contain this universe
something so tiny
yet to contain everything
and so you hold the grain of sand
against the light
and revolve it around your fingers
little finger planets
to the sun grain of sand
you cannot believe what you
felt and saw
and so you throw away that grain
of sand to the air
eating it like a big mouthed monsters

you are lost
your world dissolves
like ice
you turn to air
and there you are
gone.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Paperback

' dust at the side of the road '

the story writes itself
in however how many pages it may take

it can feel your pulse-rate rise
and enters through your skin

it is a very fine dust
slides easy off the page

then grain by grain by grain
it burrows deeper in

poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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Sinking..

Down in the water
By the edge of the river
where I ponder my life
just how did I get to this

Down in the water
By the edge of the river
where the waterfall of dreams
sweeps away what’s left to the abyss

Down in the water
by the edge of the river
where time stands still
Just only forever.

Down in the water
by the edge of the river
where I buried all
that was ever childhood

Where I let it go,
where it bends and meanders,
twisting along as the years went past.
Seemingly calm, but screaming beneath the surface
were its hidden whirlpools, a sweeping current

Down in the water,
I left the edge of the river,
as I looked down
for my soul at the bottom.

Deep in the water
Swept away by the river

I drowned in life,

......sinking forever.

poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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An oyster's being

Inward inverted in shell shut as in self'
Tempest tossed, in ocean lost
Yet still lies, still in life
When storms subside to stillness.
Greater than the wonder of the deep

The wonder that holds it whole,
That blows breath to the real within-
Sheer revelation of its being
Made mother pearl, hole proof,
Quick to catch light when sun buried,
Moonlike reflects hidden light.

poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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If I Can Dream

(words & music by brown)
There must be lights burning brighter somewhere
Got to be birds flying higher in a sky more blue
If I can dream of a better land
Where all my brothers walk hand in hand
Tell me why, oh why, oh why cant my dream come true
There must be peace and understanding sometime
Strong winds of promise that will blow away
All the doubt and fear
If I can dream of a warmer sun
Where hope keeps shining on everyone
Tell me why, oh why, oh why wont that sun appear
Were lost in a cloud
With too much rain
Were trapped in a world
Thats troubled with pain
But as long as a man
Has the strength to dream
He can redeem his soul and fly
Deep in my heart theres a trembling question
Still I am sure that the answer gonna come somehow
Out there in the dark, theres a beckoning candle
And while I can think, while I can talk
While I can stand, while I can walk
While I can dream, please let my dream
Come true, right now
Let it come true right now
Oh yeah

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Grain Of Sand

I feel like Im walking on a mine
Im gonna leave it all behind
I feel like Im gaining my soul
While Im losing my mind
And I feel like I understand
And I feel like a grain of sand
Im gonna walk through that door
Im gonna see what its there for
cause all I ever want is your skin or your soul baby
But you couldnt give me either one of those
And I feel like I understand
And I feel like a grain of sand
And I feel like a grain of sand
You use to hold me like a flower
We used to talk for seven hours
I see the bigger picture now
And I feel like I understand
And I feel like a grain of sand
And I feel like a grain of sand

song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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Harvest time

Pillowed and hushed on the silent plain,
Wrapped in her mantle of golden grain,

Wearied of pleasuring weeks away,
Summer is lying asleep to-day,--

Where winds come sweet from the wild-rose briers
And the smoke of the far-off prairie fires;

Yellow her hair as the goldenrod,
And brown her cheeks as the prairie sod;

Purple her eyes as the mists that dream
At the edge of some laggard sun-drowned stream;

But over their depths the lashes sweep,
For Summer is lying to-day asleep.

The north wind kisses her rosy mouth,
His rival frowns in the far-off south,

And comes caressing her sunburnt cheek,
And Summer awakes for one short week,--

Awakes and gathers her wealth of grain,
Then sleeps and dreams for a year again.

poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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Oyster Of My Heart

the love in my heart had a strange but long start.
just like an oyster starts off with a grain of sand
and others follow to give a helping hand.
so is the love that i have for you.

that grain of sand found a home where it could start to grow
and slowly it created one of the most beautiful treasures
that the world would get to know.
because it started out very slow.

the home that it was created in was a very hard shell
where it was protected until it grew big and strong
for it knew where it belonged.

and as it was opened by fellow man
there is where it took it's stand.
man opened it slowly with a knife
to protect what he knew he could find
a beauty so precius and so divine.

and with this one pearl of beauty and rarity
he put it with others for the world to see.
that just like an oyster-the love must slowly build
until the strength of it is quiet and still

this is the oyster of my heart of which
you are a very big part.

poem by Louis Rams
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A Grain Of Sand

Do you see this grain of sand
Lying loosely in my hand?
Do you know to me it brought
Just a simple loving thought?
When one gazes night by night
On the glorious stars of light,
Oh how little seems the span
Measured round the life of man.

Oh! how fleeting are his years
With their smiles and their tears;
Can it be that God does care
For such atoms as we are?
Then outspake this grain of sand
'I was fashioned by His hand
In the star lit realms of space
I was made to have a place.

'Should the ocean flood the world,
Were its mountains 'gainst me hurled
All the force they could employ
Wouldn't a single grain destroy;
And if I, a thing so light,
Have a place within His sight;
You are linked unto his throne
Cannot live nor die alone.

In the everlasting arms
Mid life's dangers and alarms
Let calm trust your spirit fill;
Know He's God, and then be still.'
Trustingly I raised my head
Hearing what the atom said;
Knowing man is greater far
Than the brightest sun or star.

poem by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
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The Fifth Element-Peti Element

Bespoken by earth
I could no longer
No longer stand in the epitaph ground
I had to move into the grain
Squatted in its growth torn by its side
I felt it filling me from top to bottom
And the slide the grain and I thrice breathed
And the slide the grain and I thrice moved
And the slide the grain and I thrice signed

Bespoken by water
I could no longer
No longer stand in the epitaph ground
I had to move into the drop
Spherically kissed by a water edge
I felt its tear falling down my cheek
Toll falling chant of all the rains in it
And the storms the dropp and I thrice breathed
And the storms the dropp and I thrice moved
And the storms the dropp and I thrice signed

Bespoken by fire
I could no longer
No longer stand in the epitaph ground
I had to move into the flame
Touched by the thousands of its tongues
I felt its words the speech of the whole world
And the dust the flame and I thrice breathed
And the dust the flame and I thrice moved
And the dust the flame and I thrice signed

Bespoken by the wind
I could no longer
No longer stand in the epitaph ground
I had to walk though the treetops
Read off by the life line from its wounded leaf
I felt its hurt whispered into my palm
Ash rustling chant so light and dry
Like the air the tree and I thrice breathed
Like the air the tree and I thrice moved
Like the air the tree and I thrice signed

I am the fifth element
Walking in the wind
Pouring in the drop
Licking the flame
Filling the ground

Изговорена тлом
Више нисам могла
Нисам могла стајати у епитафу земље
Морала сам се у грумен уселити
У расту му склупчана гурнута крај њега
Осјетила како ме пуни од врха до дна
И одрон што грумен и ја смо га три пута дисали
И одрон што грумен и ја смо га три пута покренули
И одрон што грумен и ја смо га три пута потписали

Изговорена водом
Више нисам могла
Нисам могла стајати у епитафу земље
Морала сам се у капљу преселити
Сферно пољубљену ивицом воде
Осјетила јој сузу како клизи ми низ образ
И олује што капља и ја смо их три пута дисали
И олује што капља и ја смо их три пута покренули
И олује што капља и ја смо их три пута потписали

Изговорена ватром
Више нисам могла
Нисам могла стајати у епитафу земље
Морала сам се у пламен уселити
Дирнута хиљадама његових језика
Осјетила ријечи цијели говор свијета
И прах што пламен и ја смо га три пута дисали
И прах што пламен и ја смо га три пута покренули
И прах што пламен и ја смо га три пута потписали

Изговорена вјетром
Више нисам могла
Нисам могла стајати у епитафу земље
Морала сам кроз крошњу проћи
Линијом живота прочитана са њеног рањеног листа
Осјетила рану како ми шапће у длан
Пјесму пепела што шушти тако лаког и сувог
Као ваздух што вјетар и ја смо га три пута дисали
Као ваздух што вјетар и ја смо га три пута покренули
Као ваздух што вјетар и ја смо га три пута потписали

Ја сам пети елемент
Што у вјетру хода
Што у капљи сипа
Што пламен лиже
И што земљу пуни

©Miroslava Odalović

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Indemnity!

What have I given you in return for your persistence? More earnest
Than the forest fire, burns everything standing in its path to dust.
Whimpers like moany winter wind? While you enjoyed no such leisure.
Constant like the cuckoo's song; woos entire woodland, for an answer
all the length of spring. Ungrateful I'm not! Such largesse deserves
to be returned in kind.Let me pour into your cup life from my reserves
to throb with the pulse of things. Serenity from the reddening dawn's greetings,
soothing balms with the spell of night for the countless meetings & partings
day endures, faith of psalms from the choir of birds singing God bestows on all,
resolve to fight in the burst of the sleeping seed, qualms of delight from frail
first blooms for the freedom of life, ambition of the green mantle's look upward,
a dropp of heaven dreaming on a blade of grass.Treasures these years bestowed.
Hence all I can afford are my wished for years., my heaven -sent gems,
These I give.For I wish you to be known by them.

9THJune-2012
Seema.joglekar

poem by Seema joglekar
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Dawn Of A New Day

The thoughts from yesterday - forgotten
I like the way this new skin feels
Bring me splinters of tomorrow
Collect the parts where I win
Against the grain, against the odds
I'll rise and I won't trip again
The dawn of a new day never looked
As good as this
Concrete breath and dust filled tears
A one-way ride to inner peace
I never thought, I'd join the others
Those who use the dice to solve
Against the grain, against the odds
I'll rise and I won't trip again (x2)
The dawn of a new day never looked
As good as this
Against the grain, against the odds
I'll rise and I won't trip again
Against the grain, against the odds
Against the grain, against the odds(x2)
I'll rise and I won't trip again
Against the grain, against the odds(x3)

song performed by by In Flames
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My Heart Is Forged From Fire

My Heart is forged from fire
Trapping those inside
Hurting the ones around me
Killing those who survive

My Heart is forged from fire
Burning my only Soul
Taking the lives of others
Yearning for something to hold

My Heart is forged from fire
Filled with Heartless Despair
Thinking of nothing other
Than the courage I cannot bear

My Heart is forged from fire
Death defiling my Soul
Lies throughout my head
Broken, Battered, and Dead

My Heart is forged fromfire
Slowly Burning away
And Day by Day
I feel it fade
Until it will be lost one day

poem by Nicole Chury
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A grain of gold will gild a great surface, but not so much as a grain of wisdom. - from Live Without Principle

quote by Henry David Thoreau
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