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The Wander

The air chaste and vistas pristine,
in a kind of make believe

Nearly same, not much dissimilar to,
what often I would perceive

Unspoken when can be heard aloud
and untouched distinctly felt

Where veiled is vividly visible
even unscented noticeably smelt

Farewells devoid of sorrow
while meet ups full of exultant joy

It all seemed a bit amusing
to watch each to the brim enjoy

poem by Sunny Chopra
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Explorations: XXVIII

similar paths
may end up distinctly
dissimilar!

dissimilar
though the paths may seem
will prove similar!

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Ode to Odor

Oh, odor...
From where does thou cometh.
With your abrupt pungentness?
To lay so distinctly...
In once fresh air!

And...
Upon unexpecting noses,
With such effective attention...
You have manage to get and be given,
In a suspecting collectiveness.
Oh oh odor!

Fanning you...
Is a pointless act.
When you come to attack the senses...
There is a determination noticeably gained.
And the agony to breathe freely...
Is devoid of any patience!
Any...
That remains.

And so foolish are the aspects of retaliation.

Oh...
Odor!
You ought to go!

But where shall you go?
Odor...
You are so unwanted.
Since you came in through...
Closed doors and windows,
With that uninvited ooze...
You meant to leave.
It looks as if...
There is no choice but to wait,
Until you fade away!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Elegy for Brim, a Neighbour

Elegy for Brim

Shall I write this
with my head on the floor?

The door outside mine
is where we first met..

and yet the gap now between us
is the visible and the invisible;

the heard; the felt
and the silent and the dumb;

Yet he didn’t stir
when I put my music on

nor did he wince
when things weren’t done

-Yet now he is gone.
o where is the sense in that? ...

where he is gone
when we’re pressed upon.

poem by James Kennett
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Explored and Treasured

Some of us meet,
With an instant feeling felt...
There is some kind of unspoken history.
An intention sent,
Is recognized as if meant.
A chemistry bonds,
From the heavens and beyond.
And this to us comes...
As if a piece of a puzzle,
Becomes shared from a deck of cards...
That has been dealt!

'I have two aces and two kings! '

~That's not possible.
Is it?
Because I too have two aces,
AND two kings! ~

'What does this mean? '

And what 'does' this mean?
Since we all perceive,
We are here to live lives...
Chronologically spent.
If I feel an energy generating,
I have known before...
Where is that coming from?
When is this going to make some sense?

And...
What is 'IT' that allows,
To open 'that' door?
To be explored and treasured...
Respected and adored.
While most of our experiences,
We accept as lessons taught...
As learning to walk,
Eventually becomes ignored.

~Is The Creator of 'this' experience lived,
Doubling over in laughter?
And wiping from the eyes joyful tears,
That we are caught by surprise.~

'What joke is 'this' experienced?
That 'The One and Only Omnipresent'...
Has us live as if an experiment? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hands

Untouched bed sheets
Oblivion morn
Untouched bed sheets
Spell betrayed
Silence broken mute
Who slept this heart
Who lost this soul
Sleeping in
Untouched bed sheets
A certain shadow
Talks
To tables shelves and dresses
Hanging from the ceiling
Dancing with sounds
Voices heard in the white noise
Screen saved dream
Moving through
Oblivion morn
Corner alone
All you see are
Hands
Touching
Untouched bed sheets
Spell betrayed
Who touched these palms
Who lost these fingers
Sharp veined skin veiled
Amazingly yours
Outstretched for
A dropp of water
A bit of a sound
A fallen leaf…
Anything
Dying in a web of palm lines
Nailed
Knocking at the door
Opening closing to keep the knock within
Spell betrayed
Pulling the strings of the sky
That makes the body move
Soul lost behind sleeping
Untouched bed sheets
Oblivion morn

Inspired by RUKE Darko Rundek

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Visible Attitude

Make it habit and visible attitude
That may take you to the top of the altitude
Be kind and never be rude
Don’t wait for any prelude

Don’t be influenced by dirt around
Keep your self above and sound
Respond to whatever is true
Make it felt sensibly too

You will be well received
Never lead to believe or deceived
Millions of ways to find joy
Employ each method to enjoy

Life is indeed good
Joy provides nourishment and food
Don’t become heartless like wood
Leave no stone unturned and firmly stood

What makes men and woman vulnerable?
Their indifferent attitude inviting troubles
Make enemy a formidable foe
And friends offering more woes

So it is time to judge
Act with firmness and not budge
Deliver what is intended
And make it known as if not pretended

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Stranger

Raindrops falling
Winter feels so gloomy
Hear the knock upon my door
Stranger calling
Eyes that look like mine
Said you know Ive called before
What is veiled now soon will be shown
Come walk with me through the unknown
Familiar stranger
Should I know your name
Did we meet some time ago
I feel uncertain
Shadows whisper to me now
Sudden wind begins to blow
What is veiled now soon will be shown
Come walk with me through the unknown
Darkened doorways
Strangest things can happen
Dont know who youre talking to
Find yourself
When lightning strikes you now
You could be looking back at you
What is veiled now soon will be shown
Come walk with me through the unknown
What is veiled now soon will be shown
Come walk with me through the unknown
Stranger
Familiar stranger
Should I know your name
Did we meet some time ago
Are you someone I should know
Did we meet sometime ago

song performed by by Starship
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House Of Salome

Written by ricky & marty wilde
Shadows run in the heat of the desert
Hands beat at the door
Someone stands and calls
For the name of salome
As the veils were pushed away
He gazed upon a face
Hed never seen
Was she a dream ?
He heard the sound from a distance voice
Youd better watch out!
Youd better watch out!
He heard the sound from a thousand years
Calling out
Calling out
In the house of salome
You have to surrender
Run with her said the young handmaiden
She will be your queen
All your life youll live
In the dream of salome
Take her mouth and with your hands
Just kiss her painted lips
Dont you make a move
till salome calls you
As the music danced around the desert night
He smelt her perfumed skin
As they made love
He heard the sound of a distant voice
Youd better watch out!
Youd better watch out!
He heard the sound of a thousand years
Calling out
Calling out
In the house of salome
You have to surrender

song performed by by Kim Wilde
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Unspoken Words

My thoughts are going back - back to the time
When I was young to live a life
A life of lies - full of lies
Then you came into my life
And youve changed so many things
That Ive done before - that Ive done before
Without you Ive been so alone
Dont leave me this way
Without you Ive been so alone
Dont leave me this way
You treated me the right way
You always said dont give up
Some day you will see what I have done
And when I start thinking about me
Then I find out
You did it right - just right
Without you Ive been so alone
Dont leave me this way
Without you Ive been so alone
Dont leave me this way
Unspoken words - so many unspoken words
They cannot lie to me anymore
Unspoken words - words so full of meaning
They cannot lie, theyre from inside
Unspoken words
Back to start again - were working still together
More than ever - better than before
Better than before
Without you Ive been so alone
Dont leave me this way
Without you Ive been so alone
Dont leave me this way - dont leave me this way
Unspoken words - so many unspoken words
They cannot lie to me anymore
Unspoken words - words so full of meaning
They cannot lie, theyre from inside
All those unspoken words so many, many unspoken words
They cannot lie to me anymore, oh yeah
Without you Ive been so alone
Dont leave me this way, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Unspoken words...

song performed by by U. D. O.
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The Perfect Girl

Maybe I will have to wait through aeons
to find her, to find the perfect girl
whose feelings reach out to me
softer than the fluttering of any butterfly
whose voice is crystal clear with an own loveliness
and at times she dwells in my dreams
walking at times covered in a white cloak
with slim feet and pearly white toes.

I have heard her sweet laughter
falling softly as snow
but covering me in a kind of warmth
that delights, that at times are amusing
at other times brings sheer tranquillity
and if she’s human or something of the divine
I do not really know
only that she is beyond beautiful

One night suddenly she appeared
in another kind of dream
looked straight at me through her veil
her countenance had pure perfection
a kind of untouched innocence
but it was a sheer mystery
as her gaze had a kind of lust, a kind of longing
and it was clear that she know men
probably had made love to many of them
and as she lifted her veil
her eyes were the colour of the sea
but were ever changing in their hue
they were sometimes green, sometimes grey
and at times blue

Her hair was almost onyx black
and streamed down lustrous
streamed down right to her waist
glittering in a blue-black hue
and I was almost thunder struck
as she stepped out of her cloak
and I saw her sublime body
in every perfect line
the contours of her magnificent breasts,
her sleek belly
with its triangular thatch of dark hair
and she looked somewhat ethereal,
sublimely serene
and lovely beyond words
and it felt if I had waited my whole life
just to see her face
with its dimples, her narrow straight nose,
her full soft lips
and now she was displaying
her whole body in sheer nakedness.

I have known many women
have loved some
maybe beyond what love should be
and in reality
she remains to me a mystery
an ethereal being
that visits me in dream after dream

poem by Gert Strydom
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How Can I Say

Down town, I'm homeward bound
The city lights are looking bright tonight
No love lost between us
When I see you things are looking up
Although it's cold outside, inside I'm warm
Devoid of worries no love is forlorn
How can I say what must remain unspoken
Don't want to spoil all that we said before
So many cry baby hearts to be broken
Don't want to join in with their crazy wars
You tease, I try to please
Though I know I'm not looking my best tonight
Hard pressed, you've had the rest
Of all the choices time to make your mind up
And though you smile, you're sad inside
But do not worry 'cause I'll make it right
How can I say what must remain unspoken
Don't want to spoil all that we said before
So many cry baby hearts to be broken
Don't want to join in with their crazy wars
How can I say what must remain unspoken
Don't want to spoil all that we said before
So many cry baby hearts to be broken
Don't want to join in with their crazy wars

song performed by by Erasure
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Not to worry much

Not to worry much
It may have no solution then as such
Shake the conscious and see within
You may have emphatic win

Love is to be felt
Fragrance is to be smelt
An air may be experienced
The taste on tongue must be silenced

Life is reality
You can make it as good quality
It may never come again
If wasted then may go into drain

What will you do to prove its worth?
The initiative must come forth
It is individual's fight
It must be perfect and right

You can shape
Fear no trap
More you struggle
Less will be troubles

So face bravely
Come out successively
You may enjoy its outcome
At home you will be welcome

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Not To Worry

Not to worry much
It may have no solution then as such
Shake the conscious and see within
You may have emphatic win

Love is to be felt
Fragrance is to be smelt
An air may be experienced
The taste on tongue must be silenced

Life is reality
You can make it as good quality
It may never come again
If wasted then may go into drain

What will you do to prove its worth?
The initiative must come forth
It is individual's fight
It must be perfect and right

You can shape
Fear no trap
More you struggle
Less will be troubles

So face bravely
Come out successively
You may enjoy its outcome
At home you will be welcome

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Shipmate Sorrow

I was shipmates with Sorrow in a day gone by;
We shared the wheel and look-out, old Sorrow and I:
Good times and bad times, foul weather and fair,
The old grey face of him was always there.

There was never shanty raised there, never song I heard,
But his voice would be in it like a crying bird;
I was dull in the dog watches when the laugh went free
Because of old Sorrow sitting down by me.

I thought I could lose him in the stir and change
Of bright wicked cities all sunlit and strange;
There came a hand at my elbow and a voice in my ear -
It was patient Sorrow saying: 'Lad, I'm here!'

And by the bustling harbour, up the busy street,
Many a time I see him, many a time I meet
The old grey face there of one I used to know . . .
And it's old shipmate Sorrow out of long ago.

And the watch at the halliards, they may sing with a will,
But the voice I used to hear, oh I think I hear it still,
Like the wind in a shroud piping, or a seabird's cry . . .
And it's old Sorrow singing out of times gone by!

poem by Cicely Fox Smith
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Make it habit

Make it habit in form of visible attitude
That may take you to the top of the altitude
Be kind and never be rude
Don't wait for any excuses or prelude

Don't be influenced by dirt around
Keep your self above and sound
Respond to whatever you feel is true
Make it felt sensibly too

You will be well received
Never lead to believe or be deceived
Millions of ways are there to find joy
Employ each method and silently enjoy

Life is indeed good
Joy provides nourishment and food
Don't become heartless like wood
Leave no stone unturned, understand and be understood

What makes men and woman vulnerable?
Their indifferent attitude and inviting troubles
Makes enemy a formidable foe
And friends offering more woes

So it is time to judge
Act with firmness and never to budge
Deliver what is mind and intended

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Don't Hold Back

To think and think inside your head
is not right.
Words must be said.
For silence will not complete the deed
nor will it plant the seed
in another to make them think.

To speak your thoughts and have them heard
is always better than a silent word.
So say it aloud whatever it may be.
Then watch for the eyes to open and see
a brand new way to think.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Unread book

Love is unread book
But have kind look
Around the trees
To feel its shed cool and free

You can see birds
With melody to be heard
Love may be felt
Fragrance may be smelt

Flowers may be around
With different colors to be found
Not a single color may displease
Eyes may be cooled at ease

You can feel gentle touch
The power is felt as such
No one can deny its existence
It has its unique presence

Love not to forget
Allow them to blossom and let
Each one has fine quality
Just look at them with serenity

Even birds had wanted in winter
In their own way and sphere
Where is the time to fear?
When love sings in their ears

I shall sing and wait
To see the difference and get
Know exactly what can be its real value!
Then come to conclusion for its review

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Advice

Cease, fond shepherd -- cease desiring
What you never must enjoy;
She derides your vain aspiring,
She to all your sex is coy.
Cunning Damon once pursu'd her,
Yet she never would incline;
Strephon too as vainly woo'd her,
Though his flocks are more than thine.
At Diana's shrine aloud,
By the zone around her waist,
Thrice she bow'd, and thrice she vow'd
Like the Goddess to be chaste.

poem by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
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Too Late

(lead vocal - lenny zakatek)
When you were standing in the rain I gave you shelter
When I was knocking on your door you gave me none
Well I dont make that kind of deal with anybody
And I wont be that kind of fool for anyone
How do you feel when the tables have been turned?
What will you do now the bridges have been burned?
Cause its
Too late now the magics lost
Too late now the spell is broken
Too late now to count the cost
Of words that should remain unspoken
When I need you by my side you stand above me
And when I look into yuor eyes you turn away
Well if thats the best there is then I wont buy it
Well if thats the only game then I wont play
How many danger signs did you ignore?
How many times have you heard it all before?
Cause its
Too late now the magics lost
Too late now the spell is broken
Too late now to count the cost
Of words that should remain unspoken

song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Through The Glow Of Candlelight

Too many windows and doors,
Remain locked and closed.
Even the presence of shadows,
Seem to be missing from view.
And there you sit in a corner wondering,
Why no one seems to care.

I think you just want me to believe that.

Too many sentences spoken to use,
Flow from your lips without the benefit..
Of an exclamation or periods.
You want this,
Undeniable anguish.
And you deliver this as an invitation?

I sense you have something up your sleeve.

Your interpretation of happiness,
And mine...
Do not mix!

Whatever it is you cling to,
Has you in a grasp of sadness...
You most enjoy as I perceive it.
To say you are meditating on attracting love...
As you say,
Is something done you do...
I must admit,
I don't want to stay another minute...
To witness whatever kind of love it is you wish.

One you want to make an appearance...
In this gloom and darkness.

Why do you smile at me,
Through the glow of candlelight?
Baby...
No disrespect!
But I think I better go!

And let me ask you this...
Why do you have so many mason jars,
Filled with tomato sauce.
It is tomato sauce?
Isn't it?

Why do you smile at me,
Through the glow of candlelight?
Baby...
No disrespect!
But I think I better go!

'Please stay.
I find you quite amusing.'

Under one condition!
That butcher knife sitting on that raised pedestal...
You let me have it to hold.

'Sure!
Where would you like to hold it?
And don't say in your hands.
They all seem to say that...
First.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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