Defeating Artistic Fame Fortune
Our sure fire barbeque secret technique
to defeating artistic fame fortune
is to salt diverse prolific creative output
with a good sprinkling of Christianity
among love poems defining all facets
in shape shifting alluring bewitching love
heart torn emotions
love struck
long to read in ecstasy
work poetic writ mix
in religion politics morality
ethics in corpus style
fuse music of universes
unknown to sense lost deaf
will sense tunes unknown
disinterest shadow
mystic read keys
follow flight trajectories
do not spread the news
secret recipe hidden
wisdom love infused.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Love Me Not 06
Love me not as thou would love the moon and stars
Love me not as thou would love an immortal godess
Love me as thou would love a mystery, a shadow
Love me as thou would love a secret, a rose
Love me not to die for me
Love me not as thine own
Love me as thou loves life, as the beautiful unknown
Love me as I am with out question, with out sorrow
Love me not as thou would love the moon and stars
Love me not as an immortal goddess
Love me as thou would love a secret, a shadow
Love me more as each layer, each petal unfolds
poem by Kira Bloom
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Love is not love
Love is not love when you fall in love
The love poems that are littered in every literature
Are sheer cries of the egotistic flesh
For the gratification of the self at the cost of the addressee
Hence love poems in the right sense of the term
Are seldom composed by the youth
Love is love only when it seeks the happiness of the addressee
Not to gratify the egotistic senses of the addressor
It is the grandfather who knows true love
With him all the children are dear ones
An agony of love tears his heart
He wants to embrace all of them
He wants to hug every child and every young man and woman
And plunge in an ecstasy
Ecstasy is not ecstasy when it is given a tongue
The world might be a better one
When old age writes poetry
Solidly seated on the throne of its elements
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Next Instalment PLEASE 5.9.2009
There are three kinds of love:
1 Ideal, ROMANTIC love ‘pure and chaste from afar’
the unreachable star; 2 RATIONAL love, sacrifice for
common-sense relationships, and 3 SPIRITUAL
love for all of life as sacred
ROMANTIC love - unattainable; a guiding lodestar, a
Quixotic ideal I won’t let go, my favourite authors
have my undying devotion, they keep the flame
of beauty and dreams alive
Many Romantic love poems are selfish and narcissistic
with emotions effervescent, only a special few
delineate soul-mates’ eternal love,
I adore these, but it is
RATIONAL, common-sense love which makes the
world go round – sharing religion, world-view and
ethical conviction; sacrificing self to group,
for our kids whom we love to bits
Boring compared to the fire and delight of romance;
and the unconditional SPIRITUAL love of esoteric
texts is out of reach; - we might combine some
romance with rational love
Though experience shows life does not allow romance
for long, forcing a choice between short-lived affairs
and long-term, boring relationships;
alternatives so unsatisfactory - thus
Love poetry is a secret activity, requiring one reply
only, Thank you, next instalment please - to all
authors who delight me - ‘THANK YOU, next
instalment please - PLEASE.’
9 May 2009
poem by Margaret Alice
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I Have Read Many Poems I Know I Never Could Have Written
I have read many poems I know I never could have written
Poems whose language was far richer and more remarkable than mine
Poems that saw as I cannot see and sounded as I cannot sound
Poems of magnificent music and many hidden meanings
I have read many poems greater than those I could ever write
And have been humbled and saddened and inspired by them
Out there somewhere else
There have been real poets
And I in my own little lines
Love and respect them.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The First Poem
The first poem I ever read
is the first words I ever said.
The words I love you
written by this beauty's tongue
turned a heart rosy red from a somber blue
and made me burn for my heart was wrung.
The first poem I ever read
is the first poem I ever said.
On her poetic lips love words refined
and shaped a sonnet on her flesh defined
On those lips I read a poet's song
And knew it was there my lips belonged.
The first poem I ever read
is the first words I ever said.
I love you, I love you
What does it mean?
These words said, to start anew
something pure and something serene.
The first words I ever read
is the first words I ever said.
Those first words she whispered into my ear
And in my heart, her poem stood near
Those are the most beautiful words one ever said
I love you, I love you, will live till its dead.
The first poem I ever read
is the first words I ever said.
I read her lips, I love you, I love you..
now to sleep I go in love's sweet bed.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Secret Journey
Upon a secret journey
I met a holy man
His blindness was his wisdom
Im such a lonely man
And as the world was turning
It rolled itself in pain
This does not seem to touch you
He pointed to the rain
You will see light in the darkness
You will make some sense of this
And when youve made your secret journey
You will find the love you miss
And on the days that followed
I listened to his words
I strained to understand him
I chased his thoughts like birds
You will see light in the darkness
You will make some sense of this
And when youve made your secret journey
You will find the love you miss
You will see light in the darkness
You will make some sense of this
You will see joy in this sadness
You will find this love you miss
And when youve made your secret journey
You will be a holy man
song performed by by Police
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Sonnet XVII: I do not love you as if you were brine-rose, topaz
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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Read It And Learn From It
Create your won individual style as i am doing now,
For i know you by the poetry of your message;
But i am here to bring out a change.
This is my style and this is the muse that you want to read,
So read it and learn from it;
For the peace of my state of mind is talking to you.
Read it and learn from it,
For the industries are now ready for my conscience;
But this story is not over yet.
This is the poetry of a classical individual with the mystic order of life,
But live and let us live on this earth with peace and love;
For the colour of my heart is like the colours of the rainbow! !
And this creative writing of mine is for all to share.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Can You Keep A Secret?
I glide my pen
to outwit myself
been stagnant for so long
doesnt help
I lost my sense
and humor to wit
I lost the sweet the whiteness of my teeth
brightness and bread
has been asleep
misunderstood as always been
sweet existence of my cunning desires
cant express in a bottles of beer
I love to glide
to channel my love
my secret desire to read and write
-aleks aleksa
(09.26.2010)
poem by Aleks Aleksa
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Stupidity
One day a class mate with her bright eyes
And fairy face said'' I don't like to love lies,
As I believe in value politics.''
I asked'' what is it? ‘' she said'' it is very secret.''
But one thing I can share
As I love to tell the truth
Like a soldier loves his last breath.
I asked ‘'what is it? ''
She gave me in details her last night's bed secret.
I frown at her prolific profanity,
Stupidly shared her stupidity!
poem by Abdul Wahab
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XVII (I do not love you...)
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Translated by Stephen Tapscott
Anonymous Submission
poem by Pablo Neruda
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Do not read my poems…. [for YOU ]
Do not read my poems…
After I am dead
As a lament, a wail
An elegy, a requiem
Do not read my poems…
After I am gone
When no more I can
Hear your velvet voice.
Do not read my poems…
Alone without me
To comment along
And read with you
But, do read my poems
When I beside you lie
With my head resting
On your supporting arm
Listening to you read
In whisper, in kisses
In silence, in love
In sleep, in dream
Watching you feel
Every word I wrote
I’ll close my eyes - Love
Brush aside my hair
With your breathe
Which half veils my face
Sleepless fevered I wrote
Read me my poems
Now sing me a lullaby
Rock me to sleep
On your broad chest
Diving into your eyes
A thousand times
I am refreshed
By your smile
I’ll write on you a poem
Traced by my fingertips
To be etched in your heart
And burnt into your soul!
So, do not read my poems…
poem by Angelina Pandian
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My Desire Cowers...
Can you read my heart? My passion spelled out,
Do you sense my thoughts? As I caress your soul.
Emotions and feelings that I find so hard to express,
Whispers screaming out in the silence invading my being.
Floating on the wind across the distance of my emotions,
Time and space have been no barrier to this heart.
My all consuming desire to drown in lifes ocean,
To breathe it in and become one with all it holds.
To frolick like mermaids to the tune of all existance,
Yet my desire cowers behind walls afraid to become.
Shall I ever find the strength to reveal your heart? ...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Cheaters Guide
Ive got your picture
And your black book
Smells like your perfume
On the walks that we took
And I love you
And you love me
But were apart
cause I read
The cheaters guide
To your heart
Hink of it this way
It was never meant
To be, I guess
But know, at the end
Of the day I felt blessed
And I love you
And you love me
But were apart
cause I read
The cheaters guide
To your heart
Well it may be long
Till you see me again
So paint me as a good one
My friend
And I love you
And you love me
But were apart
cause I read
The cheaters guide
To your heart
song performed by by Eels
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My Heavenly Dream
How could I
So Much without love
Come to speak secret things
From Heaven above?
Born of my need
Only love I desired
I flew angel speed
To Heaven up higher
I saw things so dear
My eyes were made new
A splendor so clear
Like the first morning dew
What there I did hear
Made my heart all anew
It was given to me
So to share it with you
The Love in that place
Is beyond all desire
They call it God's Grace
In heaven up higher
It was given to me
But not mine to keep
It's yours too you see
So to stars we can leap!
This Glorious Love
I knew in my sleep
From High up above
In my heart now so deep
Just dream of Love Pure
All the Love you desire
It's yours to be sure
From Heaven up higher
This Love in my dream
So unknown just before
To stars must I stream
To sense it once more?
This Love I know true
In my heart tho' broken
Is all here for you
In these tender words spoken:
'I Love you! We Love you! '
Three words o' so dear
From His heaven up Higher
To your hearts down here
poem by Lawrence Kelley III
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0317 Fingertip to fingertip, a human net
i think it's really wonderful
that with all the million poems on this net
people find their way to read what each of us has read
or written.
it's like a shining human net around the world -
fingertip to fingertip in space
all connected by the love of poetry
and the poetry of love.
so instead of moping and chewing our pencils,
feeling pathetic and unread
we can dedicate all our poems to all those real people who - yes! -
actually read them
and say
It's you I wrote them for - and you - and you-
and now I know you're there
I'll write some better ones for you in time,
that what it's all about...
and if I'm silent for a time
working on something that's good enough for you,
remember -
love, love, love
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Something To Tell
I've got something to tell you,
Of the things that lovers like best;
So give me your sweet love and trust and,
I will tell you more.
Show me the sweet of your apples and,
Let me kiss you all night;
For, i will never forget your style of love.
I've got something to tell you,
Like the deep blue love infused with white;
I've got something to tell you,
Like the colours of the rainbow that show the secret of my love;
Because, i will create the harmony of true love with you always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Intoxicated by the Wine of Love
Intoxicated by the Wine of Love.
From each a mystic silence Love demands.
What do all seek so earnestly? 'Tis Love.
What do they whisper to each other? Love.
Love is the subject of their inmost thoughts.
In Love no longer 'thou' and 'I' exist,
For Self has passed away in the Beloved.
Now will I draw aside the veil from Love,
And in the temple of mine inmost soul,
Behold the Friend; Incomparable Love.
He who would know the secret of both worlds,
Will find the secret of them both, is Love.
poem by Farid ud-Din Attar Abu Hamid bin Abu Bakr Ibrahim
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In the Long Run
In the long run fame finds the deserving man.
The lucky wight may prosper for a day,
But in good time true merit leads the van,
And vain pretense, unnoticed, goes its way.
There is no Chance, no Destiny, no Fate,
But Fortune smiles on those who work and wait,
In the long run.
In the long run all goodly sorrow pays,
There is no better thing than righteous pain,
The sleepless nights, the awful thorn-crowned days,
Bring sure reward to tortured soul and brain.
Unmeaning joys enervate in the end,
But sorrow yields a glorious dividend
In the long run.
In the long run all hidden things are known,
The eye of truth will penetrate the night,
And good or ill, thy secret shall be known,
However well 't is guarded from the light.
All the unspoken motives of the breast
Are fathomed by the years and stand confest
In the long run.
In the long run all love is paid by love,
Though undervalued by the hosts of earth;
The great eternal Governemnt above
Keeps strict account and will redeem its worth.
Give thy love freely; do not count the cost;
So beautiful a thing was never lost
In the long run.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The Reward Of Song
_Why do we make our music?_
Oh, blind dark strings reply:
Because we dwell in a strange land
And remember a lost sky.
We ask no leaf of the laurel,
We know what fame is worth;
But our songs break out of our winter
As the flowers break out on the earth.
And we dream of the unknown comrade,
In the days when we lie dead,
Who shall open our book in the sunlight,
And read, as ourselves have read,
On a lonely hill, by a firwood,
With whispering seas below,
And murmur a song we made him
Ages and ages ago.
If making his may-time sweeter
With dews of our own dead may,
One pulse of our own dead heart-strings
Awake in his heart that day,
We would pray for no richer guerdon,
No praise from the careless throng;
For song is the cry of a lover
In quest of an answering song.
As a child might run to his elders
With news of an opening flower
We should walk with our young companion
And talk to his heart for an hour,
As once by my own green firwood,
And once by a Western sea,
Thank God, my own good comrades
Have walked and talked with me.
Too mighty to make men sorrow,
Too weak to heal their pain
(Though they that remember the hawthorn
May find their heaven again),
We are moved by a deeper hunger;
We are bound by a stronger cord;
For love is the heart of our music,
And love is its one reward.
poem by Alfred Noyes
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