O Naughty Child! [ Part -8 ]
[Part-8 ]
Unmindful of my mood
Or my preoccupation-
Whatever it may-
You hurry to me
In happy hops
And jolly jumps
And tipple on me
Your total heart!
Lo..!
I am unequal
To your language divine-
Corrupted by my dialect inferior-
Which bursts out of you
In spluttering fireworks!
O..how can i say
I can comprehend none!
Chestful of surprises!
O..how significant each..!
How huge..!
How fresh..!
All thoughts stampede-
Which to be first..?
What next..?
What last..?
How to prologue..?
How to dialogue...?
How to epilogue....?
Steaming thoughts!
In their utter melee
And in excitement
You mix up all-
And with swinging arms,
Broken words
And with supreme gestures
You burst out all
In your emotional storm!
I powerfully nod
In all ten directions
As if I understand
Every word of
Your surging storm!
Would it be proper
Weeds of deception
To raise their heads
In the gangetic plains
Of your holy heart?
Pure-hearted you are!
Laughing heartily-
Like greenery in winds -
Stand swelled up with pride!
A juicy story well- narrated-
With that joy
In your tiny claps
You run along your happy way!
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Happy Thoughts, Happy Thoughts, Think Happy Thoughts
I have to keep reminding myself to forget you.
Forget you and me.
(Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, think happy thoughts.)
You wanted me to promise to never say it again
Those three words
(Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, think happy thoughts)
Which is laughably easy to do right now because
We are so far out of touch I couldn’t reach you if I tried
(Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, think happy thoughts)
So I plod through grey days and inky dark nights
Heavy laden with regret
(Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, think happy thoughts)
Tomorrow I will remind myself to forget you.
Forget you and me.
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poem by Shannon Wright
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Regretted It
Hay, hay, I shouted with filthy language
I was out of control and in total rage
Some thing had enraged me for shouting bad words
I had lost complete sense and forgot even lord
I sat down and regretted it a lot
What was I doing on the spot?
Everybody was observing with full surprise
Why was I upset with language and its use?
I felt like to weep but restrained
Calm was returning to normal and maintained
I went back with full exercise
It was total recall of devil with anger's rise
I was not suppose to loose temper
After certain age you got to balance and remember
That love is the only way to respond
Affection and 'let go attitude 'can only well correspond
I am again to my original mood
Its implications are correctly understood
We have all sorts of devil's residing
Heart is pure but always rescinding
Church, temples or for that part even mosques
They are all within us and certainly mark
Lead us to the use of proper conduct
Bring us within ambit of relevant facts
Many a times we ignore the inner call
Enter into futile controversy and invite fall
The name gets spoiled with much discomfort later
Some times you get changed from admirer to hater
Give proper input to heart that is called so divine
Feed it with compassion and love to look fine
Not all kind of out bursts should be given thorough access
If so then the bright shine may soon disappear from face
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Happy Ending
(words & music by ben weisman - sid wayne)
Happy ending, happy ending
Give me a story with a, happy ending
When boy meets girl and then
They never part again
But live forever happily, like you and me
Our love story gets me so upset
Like romeo, and juliet
Im not smart enough to figure why
Some folks enjoy, a real good cry
Happy ending, happy ending
Give me a story with a, happy ending
When boy meets girl and then
They never part again
But live forever happily, like you and me
Never thought that I would stand a chance
That youd give me, a second glance
But I think that you can play the part
And give a guy, a happy heart
Happy ending, happy ending
Give me a story with a, happy ending
When boy meets girl and then
They never part again
But live forever happily, like you and me
When boy meets girl and then, they never part again
But live forever happily, like you and me
Like you and me, like you and me
Like you and me
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Where Do The Broken-hearted Go
I want to know
where do the broken-hearted go
so I go there and live my life so.
We were happy and in love,
but someone else enticed her away.
I got home one day and she was gone.
She had left me for another
with no reason why.
Now I want to know
where do the broken-hearted go
and I will join them there.
Elvis once sang of the heartbreak hotel.
I wonder if it is still open,
if it is I will join the broken hearted there.
There is no way I can get her back
for I don’t know where she is,
only that she is gone
and my life is a total wreck.
The ghost of her presence
still lingers everywhere.
Now I need so desperately to know,
where do the broken-hearted go.
23 November 2008
poem by David Harris
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Celebrations
The fireworks burst into scintillas,
To sweeten the mood accusingly,
Once the weather worked and spanked.
My fire works from the heart,
It is the quay so queasy,
My mood lightens after the drama.
Mere moods will shatter the shaken people,
Excitement of the time aches,
Hurdle it so that excitation conquers.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Panguni Has Opened Its Doors To The Hot Bright Sun
'Panguni', the last chamber of the Indian year
Has opened its doors to the hot bright Sun!
'Maasi', the penultmate month had been cooler
With the Sun merciful even at eight a.m.;
Now even daybreak Sun pinches hard the flesh;
And blackens our skins with its molten silver!
Yet this is the season of 'Spring', the glory of colours!
The body rains oceans even when the day is just a toddler!
Everywhere there is thirst and sighs of tiredness!
Fear lurks every soul about still to come Summer's might!
The Sun is more thirsty chasing hot every dropp of water!
The water is on its fast heels and takes refuge into the caves of earth!
Yet this is the glorious season of Spring for us;
On the first Full-Moon day of Panguni-
The 'Festival of Colours', 'the holi' is on celebration mode
In every nook and corner of India, bathing itself in myriad colours
And in sprightly dance and boisterous laughter in total abandon!
A very true representation of Spring's colourful blooms!
It is the evening of the Spring that is glorious more;
The Wind awaits the last ray of the Sun to extinguish
When it runs here and there in happy hops and fitful runs
Spraying fragrance and flowers and coolness everywhere!
And fills the heart with a wordless peace and nameless content!
While the lips of the Earth goes dry and parched with thirst
Strange it is most of the trees clothing in fresh profuse green!
Every tree has four or five shades of healthy green;
And in total glee with chestful of buds and flowers in riotous shades!
Seems to be at its pride's best when winds pat them on their backs!
Yet some trees are in severe penance shedding in showers all their leaves
And train our thoughts along philosophical paths on cohabiting of extremes
When conditions and environment are one and the same!
O Nature! you are ever a mystery and ever a thrill to watchful minds!
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Riding Through The Storm
The winds of life will blow
Theyre sure to come and go
They meet me at a time when Im calm and feeling fine
But the captain of my soul is always on board
He rocks me in his arms
While Im riding through the storm
While riding through the storm
Jesus hold me in his arms
And I am not afraid of the stormy winds and the rains
Although clouds become high
Jesus holds me while I ride
I find safety in the masters arms
While Im riding through a storm
I have no fear on the raging sea
Knowing jesus is there for me
He can speak to the winds and the wave
And make them behave
All powers in his hand
On sea or dry land
I find safety in my masters arms
While Im riding through a storm
Riding through a storm
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Tidal Waves Of Legal Lists (Revised)
We'll never get it done; every time I get ahead
with a text my desk receives another one, but
instead of worrying my guru says we should
rejoice because it means we cannot get it wrong;
Looking up terms for sentences on divulging a
criminal's secrets - in one huge explosion of self-
righteous emotion I stagger under impact of laden
lines that leave no room for contemplation or using
a grammatical compass to gets one's bearings, the
subject is quite clear then disappears under new
nouns apparently applicable to other people - or
is it nefarious deeds that are enumerated here,
the context is not clear, without framework
for interpretation I am lost and spluttering,
The world does not hold enough chocolate and -
coffee to help me ride this storm, my guru's words -
are lost in this mélee, after four cups of coffee I -
open my second chocolate for resuscitation by -
the creamy texture, the sugar and nuts that make -
me feel like a happy, counting-my-many-blessings -
human being again…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Girl Happy
(words & music by pomus - meade)
Girl happy, yes Im girl happy,
Girl happy, cant you see
Every girl I see looks good to me
What crazy way I were to be
I love a life of nothing but beautiful women
Well Im girl happy, yes Im girl happy,
Girl happy, cant you see
Every time I see a pretty face
My heart just heads for outer space
I need a girl to make my life worth of living
Yes, Im girl happy, yes Im girl happy,
Girl happy, cant you see
Ive been like this since I was just a baby boy
First nurse that rocked my cradle made me jump to joy
Mama keep your daughter out of sight
Im in a lovin mood tonight
I love a life of nothing but beautiful women
Well Im girl happy, yes Im girl happy,
Girl happy, cant you see
Ive been like this since I was just a baby boy
First nurse that rocked my cradle made me jump to joy
Girl happy, well Im girl happy,
Yes Im girl happy, cant you see
Girl happy, said Im girl happy,
Yes Im girl happy, cant you see
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Touched By You
Touched by words not witholding passion
Caressing sweet thoughts, where the light of passion flickers in the recess
of a mind once doused dorment feelings
embers ignite a language that heightens senses
Steaming up views with articulating prose
Enchantment growing with each line
They say what lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters
compared to what lies within us.
The glowing passion is but a reflection of our inner fire stoked by excitement of the new.
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poem by Allie Lusha
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Emotions Run Deep But end Happy
The thoughts you bring to me when you call
The joy you bring when you say 'hello'
The smile you put on my face when we begin to talk
How you make my eyes wide when i see you
How my heart starts racing when we touch lips
How my brine focuses just on you
The way my emotions get to a new high when they hear your voice
How tight my arms get when they are aroud you
The way you make me write this without a clue
How you don't even know nothing about this
Or how happy you make me
The way you make me happy
I feel so happy when i'm around you
Never wanting to hurt you because of how happy i get
You just make me so happy
My 69% all over again
I'm happy
poem by Ardimus Caldwell
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The Eye Of The Storm
The eye of the storm is quiet and still.
Don't be afraid of that.
The rage that encircles the stillness within
is unrestricted combat
that is being fought by mindless zombies
marching off to war,
that can never be won by an animated corpse
dying again and what for?
To protect the homeland is what they're told,
a story that they believe.
And so their heads are shaved and they're taught to kill
for the young are so naive.
They believe their leaders and never question
the words, 'Thou shalt not kill.'
And so our youth are once again
caught marching downhill.
Where are the preachers that taught these young men
the commandments, words of God.
Why are there no protests from churches and temples?
Don't you think that odd?
Is it because they are in the eye of the storm
and cannot see the fringes?
Oh speak up holy ones and condemn these wars.
Follow God's challenges.
All of these wars are the storm that's raging
all over this earth.
But the ones who should be preaching outrage
are in the eye of the storm's birth.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Happy Day
In...my...sensations
I believe that i...was
Born with the things that I know
I want...to talk...
Like evry
Before I decide what to do
And I fell all over and i
Couldnt stand up
I cant be critical
I cant wont stop
Such a happy day
For me
Bring a happy day
To me
Send a happy day
To me
And a happy day
Came to me come to me here it come...
Im...only...looking
Feel like my heart
Has a will of its own
I feel...feel nice inside
Right here
And now its...summer again
The story that I told
The story I made up
I was foolin around but i
Cant wont stop
Such a happy day
For me
Bring a happy day
To me
Send a happy day
To me
And a happy day
Come to me, come to me, here it come...
This...boy...is in motion
Some density
Moved right beside me
I want
My sentence
Right here
But now Im far away
A sign was given but
Many years have passed
Cost a little bit to love you but i
Wont cant stop
Such a happy day
For me
Bring a happy day
To me
Send a happy day
To me
And a happy day
Came to me come to me here it come...
Its alright
song performed by by Talking Heads
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As Happy, Happy, Happy As Can Be
Bricklayer’s like to keep their spirit levels high
Joiner’s and Chippie’s will raise the rafters
They do the things that brings them joy
Things that give them the laughter’s
Their as happy, happy, happy as can be
Nurse’s keep their humour tender
Clown’s like to act the fool
Heating engineer’s like it hot
Ice cream makers keep it cool
Their all happy, happy, happy as can be
I like to be in your arms
Saying I love you’ listening to you saying I love you too
I like to see your smiling eyes
In which my smiling eyes look into
Then I am as happy, happy, happy as can be
You make me so happy, happy, happy as can be
Happiness is me as happy, happy, happy as can be
In love and as happy, happy, happy as can be
In love with you happy forever in love
As happy, happy, happy as can be
poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
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A Tryst with the Terrorist
The Prologue
'The terrorist began to speak...'
'How can a terrorist talk
When his only words are bombs? '
'Well, he did speak all the same...
In my haunted dreams, of course:
The Monologue
Does a lion dialogue with his prey?
He just charges and strikes his quarry.
Why should I tarry?
I'd simply finish off
Anyone whose face I detest.
I should be the master
Of all I survey.
The universe is for man alone
Strongest of them only reign here
The rest have no place,
So them I'll put to rest.
I am the only best
To decide what is right.
One thought only should do the rounds
In the world
And that should be mine
I'm a one-track hero.
Sword is mightier than word
Force is greater than friendliness
Terrorism is superior to humanism
This is my credo
I'm an iconoclast.
A single sweep of sword
Puts my enemy down;
Words would take eons
Yet might not change my foe.
I can't be patient
I'm a bloodhound in a hurry.
Anyway, words are damned duds
They are for sissies
Who have time to waste
I am a he-man of deeds.
I take my victims off guard
And hit them on the sly
Like a slithering cobra
Aren't I from the Devil's line?
The Epilogue (With Double Acrostic)
Terrorising nations and people with devilish delight
Eliminating, side by side, all reason and dialogue
Reckless in deeds, hell-bent upon undoing all order
Rearing their explosive heads all over like a meteor
Only to impose their sadistic tyranny with frenzied aggro!
Reaction to terrorism, as Nature's law, is bound to occur
In terms of eschatology, 'Hells-where, ' if not on earthly loci.
Symphony of divergent notes, symbiotic existence of all beings
My dear brothers, is the Divine Design, whatever be our (sch) ism!
[Jan 10,2009: : Hyderabad - 500 056]
poem by AtreyaSarma Uppaluri
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Sarajevo Sonnet
Within the four walls of this sonnet’s form
(while outside spring rain gathers in a pail) ,
there is at least one happy story to tell,
something lovely brought on by a storm.
Fresh thrifts have sprouted, and a fat worm
lazily crawls out of someone’s cracked bell,
crawls out of the centre of someone’s hell,
out of a skull atop a uniform,
while not too far away, in someone’s rib cage,
in a sunlit temple without a steeple,
two tiny beetles in the place of people,
(their love too pure to ever turn into rage,
too tried and true to ever fail or falter) , —
take their vows before a priestless altar.
poem by Leo Yankevich
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Poem: Think Anew
Just little drops of water,
make the mighty ocean!
And little acts of kindness,
puts aggrieved heart in motion!
Just words of kind enquiry,
makes persons feel happy!
And help in times of distress,
can anyone most impress!
Just acts of some charity,
brings back smiles to faces!
And gestures of affection,
can win all the races!
Thoughts for fellow-beings,
bring amity 'midst nations;
A heart and mind thats divine,
is much more than Sun-shine!
Mitigating sufferings,
makes God our friend forev'r!
And showing road to Heaven,
is an art most clever!
poem by John Celes
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Think Anew
Just little drops of water,
make the mighty ocean!
And little acts of kindness,
puts aggrieved heart in motion!
Just words of kind enquiry,
makes persons feel happy!
And help in times of distress,
can anyone most impress!
Just acts of some charity,
brings back smiles to faces!
And gestures of affection,
can win all the races!
Thoughts for fellow-beings,
bring amity 'midst nations;
A heart and mind thats divine,
is much more than Sun-shine!
Mitigating sufferings,
makes God our friend forev'r!
And showing road to Heaven,
is an art most clever!
poem by John Celes
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English Language Bastardized
Isn’t it unfortunate how
the English language is bastardized
to suit someone’s twisted mind?
How good words cannot be used
in their proper context
without someone looking strangely
and giving a stupid grin.
Years ago, when I was at school
a beaver was a small animal with a flat tail
that lived in water and built dams.
Now most kids know its meaning as
describing a woman’s gentiles.
In England, we sometimes have faggots for tea
and again this had been corrupted from
food you eat to describing someone’s sexual gender.
Gay is another word that is taboo.
You will get strange looks if you used it in its proper context.
If I wrote a title forty years ago, I was gay
everyone knew that I was feeling happy
and not what it means today.
The list of bastardized words go on and on
and I wonder what the next word from our dictionaries
that will enter that no go area of words we cannot use,
being bastardized to suit some one’s twisted mind.
11 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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The Last Option....
if you cannot be the sea
try being an island
and if being an island
makes it worse
(define loneliness)
try being a fish
live in a coral
leave, swim and be lost
in all directions
if somehow you get tired
of this freedom
try the prison of
your own thoughts
live there like a book
open the pages
like a monk
and wander like a word
and if you want it better
(define what is better)
try being a
syllable
or an
atom or a positron
be gone
if being tiny & lost
or invisible makes you
miserable
or vulnerable
try being huge like a
mountain
spread your feet
to the plains
and be a wide world of your
own making
you see, there is this will
this willingness
that if you really want it
you can be everything
but if you get tired of
everything
(I've been there
i know it)
there is one last option that
you can choose
you know it,
i shrug my shoulder
too,
it is that moment
when we embrace
nothing
its arms tight in
our bodies
perhaps that is the last option that we can
take
perhaps that is the only truth
that we are.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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