The Cleansing
Deep beyond inmost recesses
the very core I try and explore
The mysterious inexplicable rationale
with unknown that is in store
Most answers are eluding
not making a definitive sense
Seeking a touch of blossom
I got entwined in thickets dense
The idiocies earlier committed
to past must remain consigned
Pre-empt what Dame Providence
for you in future has designed
poem by Sunny Chopra
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Modality
The growing pace of obsolescence
That exists in the world of machines
Has seen me seeking refuge in
Less evanescent means
Of externalizing art.
There's a sense of doom in pictures
The end's hardly after the start
Today's in the museum tomorrow
An ineluctable feeling of sorrow
Has entered the expression of art.
Lost sense of the journey
When start seems after the end
What's done is done
Before it's done
The present before the past
The future earlier still
When future's gone
Past is round the bend.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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I don't know what idiocies drove me in those days, but they were naive, innocent idiocies in many ways.
quote by Laurie Lee
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The Future Of The Past
New times are now old ones,
Old ones are now history,
History becomes ancient,
Ancient becomes unknown,
Unknown shifts though time,
Shaping and molding in every which way,
Unknown times become myths,
Myths become religions,
False becomes truth,
Truths move to morals,
Morals are now what we live by,
Now has just become then,
The past has once been the future,
The future will soon become the past,
You were once born in the future of the past,
But the past has caught up,
And taken you with it.
Like a deadly arrow the past pierces life,
The future itself becomes victim to its strike.
As if to be Bonnie and Clyde,
Hand in hand the two opposites collide,
Together bringing everything to their long awaited fate.
Doing what they do best toward their ever most passions,
The future and the past are, and were, the two deadliest assassins,
Today,
Tomorrow,
And yesterday...
poem by Justin MonacoBarnes
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Within The Recesses Of Our Mind
Deep within the recesses of our mind
are little pockets
that store the essence of our time.
On odd occasions,
they unlock their barrier
and set some of our time free.
Things of what we’ve half-forgotten,
voices that we’ve heard from long ago,
love we’ve had and lost.
Times we wanted to remember,
but were lost from our memory
that have been stored
deep within the recesses of our mind.
11 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Constant Time
Time past and the future give way to this present picture,
But can somebody tell me how to recognize that gate that leads to the bed of roses,
We speak about the future like the past is a grain of sand on the shore,
Washed away by the ocean tide,
Giving way to new grains to make a portrait of the present,
These past memories stay deep in our heart like the depths of the ocean,
Though it gets washed back to shore ones in a blue moon,
Reminding us that our past is a standard measurement of our strength,
Time moves so fast making the past to fade away,
this makes us seem so secured about the present,
Forgetting the fact that our present becomes our past that was once a present from nature as a new day,
Some take the future to be a dream and a wish,
But I take my future to be what I see when I stand from the bottom of the mountain to look at the top,
And my past to be the depth of the ocean that can always be washed ashore …
The only thing I can control is my present,
Yes cos my mind controls my hands to give you a flash of what goes on in my head
Like this words i write to you was once my future and will become my past, making my future my past and my past my future..So ironical isn’t it?
Standing here I sure know 1 thing,
I will reach the top by that foot path,
Yes of course it’s not to mean that I wouldn’t fall,
But I have to break myself off my present past and walk with grace to stand where I belong,
There where I am the king of my destiny,
The past is just going to be a page of memories,
And my future will become my present making time constant in my head,
Because I stand on my past which was once my present and my present which was once my future, making time equal and constant
As I flip thru this page of life,
By: ade
poem by Adeniran Oluokun
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Like a white water lily
Like a white water lily
drifting on a dark pond,
you lay beside me.
Every part of you are pure
and heavenly designed,
to be more than perfect for me.
Your fingers entwine into mine
and your body,
softly touch me with caressing warmth.
I drift deeper into your centre core
and bind forever more
with something far greater,
than passion and physical rapture
of two hungry souls
and you remain mine
through the passage
of all time
and I know how deep
and far and wide
and sincere
your love really is.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Whether it's making sure that families have access to quality health care and child care, or making sure that our children receive the best educational opportunities we can give them, we must remain committed to these needs because our children are our future.
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Skin Deep
[verse 1]
Sometimes I feel lost
In a sea of insecurity
That rages inside of me
So terribly caught
And the waves of self-rejection
Make me question my ability
(pre-chorus)
But there's a fire that always burns
And there's a voice inside
And all it wants is tobe heard
[chorus]
'Cause beyond skin deep
There's so much more to see
My hopes, my dreams designed with destiny
I was fashioned with passion
A burning desire to know the One who made me more
He made me more than skin deep
'Cause I am more, I am more than skin deep
So much more
[verse 2]
It's so hard to change
When we are captive to ourselves
Always thirsty for something else
But free or enslaved
We are sons, we are daughters
Called out by the Father's name
(pre-chorus)
So take the fire and let it burn
Unleash the voice inside
'Cause everyone needs to be heard
[chorus]
Beyond skin deep
There's so much more to see
Our hopes, our dreams designed with destiny
We were fashioned with passion
A burning desire to know the One who made us more
He made us more than skin deep
'Cause we are more, we are more than skin deep
So much more
[bridge]
We are more than the future
We are more than the past
We were made to bring glory
Given souls that will last
We are more than our bodies
We are more than the grave
We were brought by His blood
And from ourselves we've been saved
[chorus]
Beyond skin deep
There's so much more to see
Our hopes, our dreams designed with destiny
We were fashioned with passion
A burning desire to know the One who made us more
He made us more than skin deep
'Cause we are more, we are more than skin deep
So much more
We are more than the future
We are more than the past
We were made to bring glory
Given souls that will last
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The Backward Glance
The youngest of the progeny from
the noble souls long since gone
The one propounding freewill
since metamorphosis has undergone
Got bequeathed with older siblings,
having perspectives gone awry
He stuck with convictions and
unsolicited advice did forever decry
The past love got embroiled in naiveties,
to be carried along the surge
He kept questioning the rationale
but no answers did ever emerge
A bundle of joy from the earlier union
became apple of pater's eye
With odds conspiring circumstantially
the little nestling had far to fly
Other associations proved fleeting with
a fair weather kind of substance
Some trailed off, while others lingered
for the reasons most askance
Subsistence has been a mixed bag
with motley shades of blues
It's time now that I can laugh about
most past tints, shades and hues
poem by Sunny Chopra
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I'm grateful for having you in my life
i was a girl who judged,
until i met you,
your personailty,
is colorful,
just the way i like it,
you opened me up,
to new things,
and pushed me,
when i needed you,
set me straight,
when i got out of line,
made me the girl i am today,
living for the future,
no longer for the past,
making everything seem possible,
even during the times i wasn't sure,
like believing in god again,
after everything that happened,
i never thought we will still remain friends,
but, god works in mysterious ways,
and send us the people we need,
to help us get through life.
4-6-10
poem by Mona Martinez
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Man is an artifact designed for space travel. He is not designed to remain in his present biologic state any more than a tadpole is designed to remain a tadpole.
quote by William S. Burroughs
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Past Love
I woke up picking my footprints
in the reminiscent sands of time
To the era of frolicking unabated
with my youth in it's prime
The existence were so much simpler
the future never worried about
Infatuations seemed eternal,
sans qualm or any doubt
The charted were the courses and
when winds had nearly aligned
An unexpected typhoon smashed through
all earlier that was designed
Changed got the direction and
purpose went dreadfully wrong
Ensuing compromises proved opposing
to what I believed all along
Kept quizzing my innermost recesses
for the causes of this disdain
The hurt inflicted was intractable
and none there to explain
Time has been a great mender
for old hurts to eventually alleviate
For one to learn to move on
and to improbabilities relate
poem by Sunny Chopra
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The Tug Of All Things
There is a pressing voice
in the back of my mind
and when it senses silence
it emerges
and always asks me the questions
that have answers which I would rather not confess.
'Are you lonely? '
Yes.
'Do you love only for the sake of loving? '
Yes.
I live in the past
because the future frightens me.
The past is real,
It is concrete in my memory
and the future is a cloud
I know it is beyond me
but it is untouchable.
Intangible.
Unreliable.
It cannot carry me
so I lay in the arms
of what has already been
because what will be
dances itself silly
in a reality
that is so far from me.
The clouds of the future
sometimes rest with the big glowing ball in the sky.
The sun has always been our audience.
It bares witness to so much
of our romance.
Proudly beaming down with all of its warmth
even with a slight sense of pity
because it knows
just how cold
this world can be.
poem by Vanessa Grixti
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Lost in the past
The exuberant creek, the elevated hill
I suddenly felt a chill, in my numb fingers
Making me realize that still some part was alive
Leaving all behind that had once belonged to me
Reaching for something that had never belonged to me until
I set on a sail on my little canoe
Sailing slowing, leaving the sleeping past, into the glorious future
The time then froze, a vague vision flashed of the ghosts of the past
Was it a dream? I was unaware
Crystal clear tears started dripping
Dissolved in the water, the fishes tasted my pain
The sky was now dry, my eyes were now dry
The mountains echoed my sleeping past
The ghost still followed whirling above
The future glimpsed before me, so lush and lavish
With goodness in store, it was a welcome call
But the ghost kept following encumbering me
My canoe got stuck, alas it got stuck in a furious whirlpool
Lost in between, unable to proceed
The ghosts pulled me beneath, engulfing me
The vision of the future slowly disappeared
The frightening laughter filled in the place
Submerging my cry, sinking my future
I was lost in my past
For a long deep sleep
Alas I was once again lost in my past
poem by Kavitha Krishnamurthy
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Be ever enthused to be in touch with future
Be ever enthused to be in touch with future
Future
Philosophers say
Is an illusion
For each second that is in the coming
Is uncertain
Hazy and a mirage
Past is lost
And it is spilt milk
Nothing can be done
With the past
Each previous second is as past
As the previous century
They suggest
For keeping up with the pace of time
It would be wise
Not to dream of the future
And not to lament on the past
Enjoy the present
It is easier said than done
We keep busy thinking
Either about the future
Or keep grumbling with the past
Memory and acquired experience
Will not allow us
To thoughtfully digest
Events occurring at the present
It is also not debatable
The quality of the present second
Depends on
The quality of the efforts
Made in the previous second
Where we are and
What we are
All because of our
Struggle or otherwise
In the past
Past experience and
Our present standing
Take us where we will be tomorrow
It will not be unwise
To a dream a future
Matching our skills
And the present position
We often dwell in a future
That is not achievable
With our present standing
And our capabilities
Unrealized future
Makes us feel sad
Be ever be in touch future
As the present second only
Manifests itself as a future
Know what you do
Know what you have as means
To take you into
The dreamt future
A colourful future is not an impossible realm
To be scaled
If you take seriously the means
To be there
Your present actions
Are executed only
To be sure that
You are
There in that wonder tomorrow
That dream keeps you
Motivated in going ahead
That dream keeps you
On the path of learning
That dream keeps you
Innovating new solutions
That dream keeps you
Enjoy what you do
That dream keeps you
Enthused in living
That dream keeps you
Looking for opportunities for improvement
Be in touch with dream ever
And
Be ever enthused to be in touch with future
Though philosophically non-existent
Which only helps you realize your potential
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Making Love To A Broken Soul
Where are you
Wherever you are
I’ll be seeking you
for making love to you
Your pain, your anguish
your anger, your broken-heartedness
I’ll mend it all…
making love to you
Your tears are there for me
you can always count on me
my love is forever
Soul, mind and body
Healing is a life process
wounds heal up, scars remain
Let me touch you there
Where it hurts the most
Gentleness and Tenderness galore
for I’ll be making love
to a broken soul.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Fog
As I walk along the coastal road, to the neighbouring bay,
A curtain of thick fog suddenly comes swirling my way.
Through the dense haze, I can spot the odd car headlight,
But everything else is now completely hidden from sight.
With my journey, I decide it isn’t wise to carry on,
As my sense of direction has now completely gone.
I begin to retrace my footsteps back towards the town,
Unable to believe how quickly the fog has come down.
With familiar sights now totally obscured from view,
I feel a little bit lost, and, I admit, a little anxious too.
All around me, there is a dense veil of consuming whiteness,
But it is tinged with a gloomy grey, so there is no brightness.
I spotted the fog earlier, obscuring the nearby hilltops,
But, I carried on, assuming that’s where it would stop.
But the fog came tumbling down, on to the land below;
There wasn’t any nook or cranny, where the fog didn’t go.
As I walk through the fog, I feel cold and get very wet,
But, unfortunately for me, I have a mile or so to go yet.
A seafront shelter, which I passed earlier, looms up ahead;
From this point, there aren’t too many more steps to tread.
As quickly as it came, the thick fog begins to roll away,
Leaving, in its wake, a, fairly decent, midsummer’s day.
Back within the boundary of the town, I feel safe at last,
And feel glad that the thick fog, has now drifted on past.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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In the deep Recesses of my Heart! ! ! ! !
I have built a temple
In the deep recesses of my heart,
To which I withdraw
When I don’t want to take part,
In the cacophony around me.
I feel terribly distraught;
Nation is full of angst and fear,
Thrown out of balance, peace is sought.
It’s a place of utter bliss,
Where I feel pure joy.
Ever since, I learnt to do this
My spirits remain buoyed.
The sanctum sanctorum within,
Helps me remain poised.
Connect with myself and Him,
Handle life with great sangfroid.
It’s the only way I know,
To touch joy several times.
Live mindfully and feel alive,
Not get swept by high tides.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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The Deserts Of Dim Sleep
I went into the deserts of dim sleep--
That world which, like an unknown wilderness,
Bounds this with its recesses wide and deep--
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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So what I do now is to pre-empt that by making the up into a virtue, and telling funny stories about how crap I am before people have a chance to notice it for themselves and think maybe I haven't realised.
quote by Emily Mortimer
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