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A Poet.Is He The Man Who..?

A poet-
With dream as his face
with his feet a few feet
ever above the ground
walks all over the earth-

With his beaks of intellect
pecks at all fancies
that come within his grasp-

Scattering the rich soil of this earth
upon the expansive space,
and scooping with gusto
the luminous seeds of heavens
and showering them on earth in joy-
are these his daily routines?

Is he the wanderlust
who plucks blissful word-flowers
in the dense jungles of language
with an inimitable craze?

Is he the marvellous humming-bird
that pumps into the throat of words
the sweet honey of a secret sky
in immeasurable ecstasy?

Are those trillions of golden rays
of rising sun unfolding
in ineffable elegance
his intellectual outbursts?

Is he the master weaver
who costumes the silky words
and walk the thoughts
on the ramp of our hearts?

poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Earth, Sky & C.

Given good ground to walk around on
It would mean so much to me to see
Things for my still young self or else
I might not believe whatever people
Say in their own ways, colourful faces
And easy going shame almost telling me
Things I need to know
We're travelling, looking for the world
Thinking different words
I'm not leaving you
Now way friend, you'd never last
Yo no voye
Sweet earth boy
You'll have to think and wait
Given wide skies to search and fly
It would sure seem to me that it's so
Full of everything, either seen or unseen
Endless night displays, cosmic death rays
That hold your feet in place while
Your mind runs away
What I didn't know is that no one's going
This old bus sits while jungles laugh and sing
Nobody filled me in

song performed by by I Mother Earth
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Earth, Sky & C

Given good ground to walk around on
It would mean so much to me to see
Things for my still young self or else
I might not believe whatever people
Say in their own ways, colourful faces
And easy going shame almost telling me
Things I need to know
We're travelling, looking for the world
Thinking in different words
I'm not leaving you
No way friend, you'd ever last
Yo no voye
Sweet earth boy
You'll have to think and wait
Given wide skies to search and fly
It would sure seem to me that it's so
Full of everything, either seen or unseen
Endless night displays, cosmic death rays
That hold your feet in place while
Your mind runs away
What I didn't know is that no one's going
This old bus sits while jungles laugh and sing
Nobody filled me in

song performed by by I Mother Earth
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Elegy

Let them bury your big eyes
In the secret earth securely,
Your thin fingers, and your fair,
Soft, indefinite-colored hair,—
All of these in some way, surely,
From the secret earth shall rise;
Not for these I sit and stare,
Broken and bereft completely;
Your young flesh that sat so neatly
On your little bones will sweetly
Blossom in the air.

But your voice,—never the rushing
Of a river underground,
Not the rising of the wind
In the trees before the rain,
Not the woodcock's watery call,
Not the note the white-throat utters,
Not the feet of children pushing
Yellow leaves along the gutters
In the blue and bitter fall,
Shall content my musing mind
For the beauty of that sound
That in no new way at all
Ever will be heard again.

Sweetly through the sappy stalk
Of the vigorous weed,
Holding all it held before,
Cherished by the faithful sun,
On and on eternally
Shall your altered fluid run,
Bud and bloom and go to seed;
But your singing days are done;
But the music of your talk
Never shall the chemistry
Of the secret earth restore.
All your lovely words are spoken.
Once the ivory box is broken,
Beats the golden bird no more.

poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Under My Feet

Its a hard life
Never let yourself get down
You may never get back
You may never ever turn it round
You may say it took you by surprise
Never ending
Never changing
I didnt see through your disguise
It took my breath away
Under my feet
The earth shook
Under my feet
The earth just fell away
Under my feet
Gave way
Did you ever want to take a chance
Never thought the time would come round
Quite so fast
Would you walk right thro that wall
And keep on walking till you
Couldnt stand on your feet no more
But you came and took me by surprise
When you stole up on me
I didnt see thro your disguise
It took my breath away
Under my feet
The earth shook
Under my feet
The earth just fell away
Under my feet - gave way
Where were you
When I needed you
Where were you
When I needed you
Where were you
Where were you - Im holding on
Under my feet
The earth shook
Under my feet
The earth just fell away
Under my feet - gave way
Under my feet
The earth shook
Right under my feet
Gave way

song performed by by Moody Blues
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I Like To Think That All These Are But A Game Of Words

that is the impression from the beginning
when i started to scribble
word, and more words, i assured her that they do not
mean anything at all just
words, and words and more words

that even a sunflower wilting and spreading all the seed on her feet
are nothing too but words and more words
nothing to grow nothing to expect like a sprouting something

thus my loneliness, i again assure here, is nothing but a word
my way of taking solitude on the other side to save myself
is another word, and she of course, did not believe me saying

there is more to these words, there is fire in them and i see you burning
there is the sun inside them and the letters glow and the

there is smoke rising from the heads of vowels
from the nonspeaking consonants

i keep hiding the flowers
i bury those that are alive in the silence of my pretensions

until one day she grips me like she is a knife wanting to stab me
and then she stabbed me right in my throat and there i bleed

words, words, and more words coming from the slit
bloody words, and she was convinced, until death, ... and then i vanish.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Dream

I dreamed that I ws dead and crossed the heavens,--
Heavens after heavens with burning feet and swift,--
And cried: "O God, where art Thou?" I left one
On earth, whose burden I would pray Thee lift."

I was so dead I wondered at no thing,--
Not even that the angels slowly turned
Their faces, speechless, as I hurried by
(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned);

Nor, at the first, that I could not find God,
Because the heavens stretched endlessly like space.
At last a terror siezed my very soul;
I seemed alone in all the crowded place.

Then, sudden, one compassionate cried out,
Though like the rest his face from me he turned,
As I were one no angel might regard
(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned):

"No moew in heaven than earth will he find God
Who does not know his loving mercy swift
But waits the moment consummate and ripe,
Each burden, from each human soul to lift."

Though I was dead, I died again for shame;
Lonely, to flee from heaven again I turned;
The ranks of angels looked away from me
(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned).

poem by Helen Hunt Jackson
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Anthem For Christmas

Words: gloria gaither
Music: michael w. smith
In the space of the beginning
Was the living word of light
When this word was clearly spoken
All that came to be was right
All creation had a language
Words to say what must be said
All day long the heavens whispered
Signing words in scarlet red
Some failed to understand it
So God spoke his final word
On a silent night in judahs
Hills a babys cry was heard
Glory! sang the angel chorus
Glory! echoed back the night
Love has come to walk among us
Christ the lord is born this night
All creation sing his praises
Earth and heaven praise his name
All who live come join the chorus
Find the words his love proclaim
Find the words his love proclaim

song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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Heart Attack (a Sestina)

What angelic chorals sing?
These messengers of heaven
Whose words are none of earth
Rising like mists amid the mountains
Rolling down to pastoral valleys
Stirring my fragile heart

My sullen, throbbing heart
Mumbling, for it can't quite sing
Its beat more full of valleys
Than peaks toward heaven
I miss those tracings in the shape of mountains
Which anchor me to this earth

Sweet, sweet earth
How you fill my heart!
Your noble, snowy mountains
Rising proudly to sing
At the feet of heaven
I long to see your valleys

To lay again in flowered valleys
Smelling the rich, black earth
Of my own personal heaven
Heal you traitorous heart!
I long to shout, to sing
Echoing from the mountains

Where are my mountains?
My rolling valleys?
The monitor, its dirge to sing
Strengthening my tether to earth
Even as my woefully tired heart
Slips to heaven

To forestall heaven
I labor to move mountains
As a constellation of disks record my heart
Etching flat valleys
Confirming i am still of this earth
With only a beep to mournfully sing

Each lull-to heaven, then up from the valleys
Drawn back to mountains and earth
As I wait for my heart to once again sing

poem by John Christensen
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Aurobindo 160 Savitri Book 10

'Impose not upon sentient minds and hearts
The dull fixity that binds inanimate things.'
'I trample on thy law with living feet;
For to arise in freedom I was born.
If I am mighty let my force be unveiled
Equal companion of the dateless powers,
Or else let my frustrated soul sink down
Unworthy of Godhead in the original sleep.'

'I claim from Time my will's eternity,
God from his moments.' Decisive indeed she was..
'Why should the noble and immortal will
Stoop to the petty works of transient earth,
Freedom forgotten and the Eternal's path? '
Despite her words earlier on the All-Pervading
How you utter dark words still o' Death?
How well on the word-stairs they go I wonder

'Child, hast thou trodden the gods beneath thy feet
Only to win poor shreds of earthly life
For him thou lov'st cancelling the grand release,
Keeping from early rapture of the heavens
His soul the lenient deities have called?
Are thy arms sweeter than the courts of God? '
'She answered, 'Straight I trample on the road
The strong hand hewed for me which planned our paths.'

'I run where his sweet dreadful voice commands
And I am driven by the reins of God.'
'Easy the heavens were to build for God.
Earth was his difficult matter, earth the glory
Gave of the problem and the race and strife.
There are the ominous masks, the terrible powers; '...

............My consciousness this moment,
O'Guru, I'm in awe....in invincible heights
Ineffable Thee embellishing poetic creation
My inquisitive apprehension, erring Thee may opine
May thereso, let Savitri in my self arise
Aroused thereso be knowledge and fortune

(An appreciation on Savitri-
Book Ten: The Book of the Double Twilight
Canto Four: The Dream Twilight of the Earthly Real
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's)

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Wondering

Heaven and earth
I'm in the middle
my feet on earth
and my eyes to heaven.

I wonder how it would be
if I have my feet on heaven
and my eyes
to earth...

Maybe I would dream
of reaching the flowers
and the beautiful shells
in the shore...

And maybe
I would paint the ocean
above the moon
and the clouds...

Oh,
I'm just...wondering.

poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Angels

angels are all around, at times they are on the ground
to them there are no barriers for they are the lords carriers.
just like mail carriers here on earth.
they carry the lords words to the priests, kings and the poor.
the lord is word-forever more.
they touch even the coldest of hearts then they could get a new start.
they sometimes walk the earth, just as we.
touch us with their hearts, and change our destinies.
at times we feel; their presence all around-and yet.
we do not hear a sound.
we know that god has given all of us guardian angels
they watch us, and guide us, and strengthen us
in our hours of weakness.
when a person walks away from a crash
it is because they were there in a flash.
we must give thanks to the angels up above
for their presence and their love.

poem by Louis Rams
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Hi... Bird of The Spring Season, What Is Your Name? [Part-2]

The pleasing painting of the morning
Perching somewhere on a secret bough!
From where do you drizzle your melodies?
Have you brought the heavens
Down to this earth?
Are your body and blood
The mesmerizing music?
Which nation's maestro
Is your blessed teacher?
After folding your artistic wings
Have you now spread
Your golden poetic wings?
Do you float in ecstasy
In the horizon of music?
Have you forgotten
O Bird, your earthly presence?
Yours is now a gentle rain
Of sweet syrupy honey!
It seems you would melt
In your music that sobs and heaves!
I presume you sing
Reminded of something privy!
Is it that you are entangled
In the web of strange thoughts?
Is this flood of melodies
To sweep away my longing heart?
Or is it the condensate
Of your loneliness from your sweetheart?

poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Earth Boy

(words & music by tepper - bennett)
Earth boy dream of angel
Angel she be sweet and make him have happy heart
In land of love
Angel dream of earth boy, earth boy wholl be true
And love her till sun grow cold in land of love
Angel walk on street
Earth boy walking too
All at once they meet
Oo-oo-oo dreams come true
Now thats part of story
Like two doves in land of love we will always be
Happy angel is you
Happy earth boy is me
Angel walk on street
Earth boy walking too
All at once they meet
Oo-oo-oo dreams come true
Now thats part of story
Like two doves in land of love we will always be
Happy angel is you
Happy earth boy is me
Earth boy dream of angel
Angel dream of earth boy
Earth boy dream of angel
Angel dream of earth boy
Earth boy dream of angel

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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The New World

THE NIGHT that has no star lit up by God,
The day that round men shines who still are blind,
The earth their grave-turned feet for ages trod,
And sea swept over by His mighty wind,
All these have passed away, the melting dream
That flitted o’er the sleeper’s half-shut eye,
When touched by morning’s golden-darting beam;
And he beholds around the earth and sky
That ever real stands, the rolling shores
And heaving billows of the boundless main,
That show, though time is past, no trace of years.
And earth restored he sees as his again,
The earth that fades not and the heavens that stand,
Their strong foundations laid by God’s right hand.

poem by Jones Very
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Lovely One

Lovely one,
Just as on the cool stone
Of the spring, the water
Opens a wide flash of foam,
So is the smile of your face,
Lovely one.

Lovely one,
With delicate hands and slender feet
Like a silver pony,
Walking, flower of the world,
Thus I see you,
Lovely one.

Lovely one,
With a nest of copper entangled
On your head, a nest
The coloUr of dark honey
Where my heart burns and rests,
Lovely one.

Lovely one,
Your eyes are too big for your face,
Your eyes are too big for the earth.

There are countries, there are rivers,
In your eyes,
My country is your eyes,
I walk through them,
They light the world
Through which I walk,
Lovely one.

Lovely one,
Your breasts are like two loaves made
Of grainy earth and golden moon,
Lovely one.

Lovely one,
Your waist,
My arm shaped it like a river when
It flowed a thousand years through your sweet body,
Lovely one.

Lovely one,
There is nothing like your hips,
Perhaps earth has
In some hidden place
The curve and the fragrance of your body,
Perhaps in some place,
Lovely one.

Lovely one, my lovely one,
Your voice, your skin, your nails,
Lovely one, my lovely one,
Your being, your light, your shadow,
Lovely one,
All that is mine, lovely one,
All that is mine, my dear,
When you walk or rest,
When you sing or sleep,
When you suffer or dream,
Always,
When you are near or far,
Always,
You are mine, my lovely one,
Always.

poem by Pablo Neruda
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In Early Spring

O Spring, I know thee! Seek for sweet surprise
In the young children's eyes.
But I have learnt the years, and know the yet
Leaf-folded violet.
Mine ear, awake to silence, can foretell
The cuckoo's fitful bell.
I wander in a gray time that encloses
June and the wild hedge-roses.
A year's procession of the flowers doth pass
My feet, along the grass.
And all you sweet birds silent yet, I know
The notes that stir you so,
Your songs yet half devised in the dim dear
Beginnings of the year.
In these young days you meditate your part;
I have it all by heart.
I know the secrets of the seeds of flowers
Hidden and warm with showers,
And how, in kindling Spring, the cuckoo shall
Alter his interval.
But not a flower or song I ponder is
My own, but memory's.
I shall be silent in those days desired
Before a world inspired.
O dear brown birds, compose your old song-phrases,
Earth, thy familiar daisies.

The poet mused upon the dusky height,
Between two stars towards night,
His purpose in his heart. I watched, a space,
The meaning of his face:
There was the secret, fled from earth and skies,
Hid in his gray young eyes.
My heart and all the Summer wait his choice,
And wonder for his voice.
Who shall foretell his songs, and who aspire
But to divine his lyre?
Sweet earth, we know thy dimmest mysteries,
But he is lord of his.

poem by Alice Meynell
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Fragrance of Mother Earth

The Sun has risen in the east.
Fragrance of Mother Earth
will spread all over the world.
The fragrance of Mother Earth,
The perseverance of Mother Earth,
The consciousness of Mother Earth
and the thoughts of the land of arts,
all these will spread all over the world.

Food maintains the figure.
Oil causes smoothness.
In the lap of Mother,
abundant are the gems and precious jewels.
Dame Nature has bestowed air and water for all.
With the efforts of the human being
various kinds of crops are yielded.
Excellently charming are the rivers,
sylvan sites and brooks.
Fragrance of Mother Earth
will spread all over the world.

Summer, Rain and Winter
are the empirical experiences of this life.
We, the companions in joys and sorrows,
shall sing together the lilt of delight.
Dhol, Niś ā n and Ghumurā –
These enchanting musical instruments
encouragingly discard all dizziness.
The black-bee in the form of mind
rejoices humming over the flower
of colourful sentiments.
So marvellous and beautiful
is the creation of the Creator.
Fragrance of Mother Earth
will spread all over the world.

O Brothers and Sisters!
Wake up. With concentrative mind,
We’ll make our life blessed
by performing good deeds for the society.
Great strength is in the body of the youth.
We’ll keep the glory established
by accomplishing activities
in the path of righteousness
for the well-being of the country.
Salutations at the feet of our Mother India.
Our humble prayer at the feet
of the Mother Goddess Mā ņ ikeś warī.
Fragrance of Mother Earth will spread all over the world.
Our humble prayer at the feet of our Mother.
The thoughts of the land of arts will spread unfurled.
Fragrance of Mother Earth will spread all over the world.

poem by Harekrishna Meher
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Care for the Worst

Yellow flowers absorbed around her feet
Tears that reflect mother’s golden sun rays
A quiet walk in the arms of placid fields
Where no one sees her restless body lay

Her weak fingers trace drawings in the dirt
As the day brings warmth to her little face
Slowly she drifts farther away hurtles
To her own creation of bliss places

People with sparked sympathy of sad stares
Embrace the earth stroking her dainty hands
They only take notice to express their care
When the worst grows and takes a dreadful stand

Yellow flowers absorbed around her feet
An eternal moment of spirits free

poem by Marijke McKinney
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0396 The Almost Unknown Language

I like to think that
there's a language
which is unspoken, unwritten
except
on rare occasions when a poet
puts two words together or
sometimes even
a whole line
which haunts the reader
beyond sense, even
beyond understanding and
beyond beauty as perceived and
beyond truth as previously revealed
but good beyond hope and yet
not beyond a shiver of delight and
the poet has heard it
in the space between the thoughts
in the space between the words
in the silence between the thoughts
in the silence between the words

and somewhere very wonderful
two beings we've never seen
look at each other
and smile

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Red Stained the Earth

When white clouds filled the land
Red stained the earth
Thunder roared and lightning struck
Red stained the earth
Darkness devoured the soul
Red stained the earth
Smoke choked the air
Red stained the earth

Cries were loud but never heard
Red stained the earth
Words misunderstood
Red stained the earth
A compromise was in vain
Red stained the earth
Land was stripped of its beauty
Red stained the earth

Raped of dignity, honor and trust
Red stained the earth
Language lost, stories untold
Red stained the earth
No more tradition, no more culture
Red stained the earth
When white clouds filled the land
Red stained the earth

poem by Ema Bovoro
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