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Eternal Imagination

Art is my essence.
Art is my opium.
Cannot deny coveted
alluring caress... yet live.

Heart beats
vigorously
fervour only
in moments
bequeathing ardour.

Passions
inflaming youth
stirred
white hot

have never
abated fled
sated not yet
feeling intense
weeping billions

of cognizant
quivering wounds
belatedly bled
quivering bled.

Eternal Imagination
Task Mistress
In A World Of Unlike Souls
Signals Damaging Distress.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Song Of Princess Zeb-Un-Nissa In Praise Of Her Own Beauty

WHEN from my cheek I lift my veil,
The roses turn with envy pale,
And from their pierced hearts, rich with pain,
Send forth their fragrance like a wail.

Or if perchance one perfumed tress
Be lowered to the wind's caress,
The honeyed hyacinths complain,
And languish in a sweet distress.

And, when I pause, still groves among,
(Such loveliness is mine) a throng
Of nightingales awake and strain
Their souls into a quivering song.

poem by Sarojini Naidu
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Love... Running Red

crying in your bed.
Thinking of your youth,
when innocence was truth.

Something happened,
somewhere along the way.
I didn't know,
how love could fade away.

Love running red,
innocence has fled.
Lovers first kiss,
a feeling that I miss.

Where's that feeling,
that all young lovers know.
Down by life's river,
where all my memories flow.

Love running red,
lost inside my head.
What happened to my heart?
It lost it's leading part.

Changing the rules,
while I played the game.
Laughed at your tears,
while you took the blame.

Love running red.
Stained your white dress.
Cut you and you bled.
I know it, I confess.

Love, can you hear me?
Echoes from the sky.
A whisper in the silence,
the wind of lost love's cry.

poem by George Vuyakovich
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Laus Mortis

I bring to thee, for love, white roses, delicate Death!
White lilies of the valley, dropping gently tears,
The white camellia, the seal of perfect years,
The misty white azalea, flickering as a breath.
White flowers I bring, and all the flowers I bring for thee,
Discreet and comforting Death! for those pale hands of thine;
O hands that I have fled, soft hands now laid on mine,
Softer than these white flowers of life, thy hands to me,
Most comfortable Death, mother of many dreams,
And gatherer of many dreams of men,
Dreams that come desolately flying back again,
With soiled and quivering wings, from undiscovered streams.
I have been fearful of thee, mother, all life long,
For I have loved a warm, alluring, treacherous bride,
Life, and she loved thee not; to hold me from thy side,
She closed her arms about my heart, to do thee wrong.
O gay and bitter bride of such divine desires,
Too fiercely passionate Life, that wast so prodigal
Of thine eternal moments, at the end of all
Take my forgiveness: I have passed through all thy fires.
Nothing can hurt me now, and having gained and lost
All things, and having loved, and having done with life,
I come back to thy arms, mother, and now all strife
Ceases; and every homeward-flying dream, wind-tossed,
My soul that looks upon thy face and understands,
My throbbing heart that at thy touch is quieted,
And all that once desired, and all desire now dead,
Are gathered to the peace and twilight of thy hands.

poem by Arthur Symons
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I Bled For You

You may not understand why I would leave my family,
to fight in some exotic land, somewhere beyond the sea.
You may not comprehend just why I would do the things I do,
But today I fought for what was right…today I bled for you.

Some call me a hero, but few call me by name
I don't do it for the money and it sure aint for the fame.
I've seen the tree of liberty, and when the day is through,
I can say it was watered with my blood…that day I bled for you.

We soldiers serve with honor, like all those that served before.
Who stood upon the wall and kept the wolves from your front door.
Some sacrificed completely; give them the respect they're due.
Remember that they gave it all, the day they bled for you.

There are some that are not able, or don't want to understand,
Why we risk our very lives to defend this sacred, holy land.
They'll never feel the pride inside when we see red white and blue,
Waving over these free lands, because someone bled for you.

So take the time to think of those of us who still are over there,
Or those of us recovering, please lift us up in prayer.
And send it to the Savior…the only other person who,
Besides the soldier, paid the price, and chose to bleed for you.

Perry Biggerstaff

poem by Perry Biggerstaff
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If Only I Have Two Hearts

if only
granting then that i have two hearts
what will i do with the other one

this one
i point to my heart
yes this one
has loved you
and still loves you more
despite the passage of so much time
it may have mellowed
and learned from the pains
of some old wounds
they healed
and learned what true love is

what will i do with this one
i point to this other heart
wanting to love
but just cannot
what will i do with this
loving but loveless heart
spare and bare
but cannot
dare

this heart shall kill me too
i may have two hearts
but i die only once
and it was only you

if i live
i live with this one heart alone
the one that bled
that healed

the one stronger still
and needs
in fact
no other

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Mind That Is Inside Your Skull

it is small
your stomach i am sure
is bigger
unlike your feet
it does not travel
unlike your eyes
it does not close
it is there
even in your dreams
your imagination
travels like the wind
to lands unknown
when you are hurt
the mind finds shelter in reason
unlike the heart
that weeps until all the tears
run dry
the mind is here but its essence
is out there groping in the dark
dancing with the winds
of change
sunbathing like you
wanting also
a little
tan.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Turn It Off

I'm conscious of liars that cross my path
The sinners ambitious to rule this land
The gardens are dead and the walls have bled
People betrayed in a secret rage
Turn it off, somebody's asking me
Turn it off, somebody hears
Turn it off, somebody's asking me
Turn it off, somebody show a better way
The system's in distress
We feel the consequence, yeah
Sinners and liars have crossed my path
There's simple disgrace from the souls of man
My sister's in rags and her babes in pain
Turn it off, somebody's asking me
Turn it off, somebody hears
Turn it off, somebody's asking me
Turn it off, somebody show a better way
Don't hear the words I'm preaching
If you deny the times of tribulation
Don't read the words I've given
If you believe there's sides to revelations
Life that once was taken brings a million lives to isolation
Brings a million lives to isolation
Turn it off, somebody's asking me
Turn it off, somebody hears
Turn it off, somebody's asking me
Turn it off, somebody show a better way
I'm conscious of liars that cross my path
The sinners ambitious to rule this land
The gardens are dead and the walls have bled
(Anthony Cosmo)

song performed by by Boston
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Dear, it didn’t deter me

I was in love with you
More than you were with me.
It was the privilege
With which I was honoured.
My heart melted with the heat you emitted.
The same heart bled when you fled.
It didn’t deter me
From taking new ventures
After your departure.
30.03.2008.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love You To Death

Marriage isn't always black and white
It is on this subject I feel I must write
Sometimes it's black and blue
Like it was that night
The night of their first fight
'For better or for worse'
Things were so much better at first
She feels the worse is yet to come
But better days...
She hopes there will be some
'To have and to hold'
Behind those walls he could be so cold
Marriage isn't always black and white
Sometimes it isn't even right
Even when you try with all your might
Because sometimes it's red
As red as the blood she bled
The blood she bled from her stubborn head
'From this day foward'
She tried to understand the love he had for her
and the hell she had to endure
'Til death do you part'
I know she loved him with all her heart
She gave her blood and her tears
And told no one of her fears
Right up to her very last breath
When she finally let him love her to death

poem by Dyna Misery
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Surgical Separation

Return
at abrogated last
left
twilight trophy Turkey
meagre memories
safely stored
between thin
protective plastic pages.

All permissible
total retrievable
removable
taken
from repudiated
heart zone
rendezvous
timed out Turkey.

Where
yearning youth
aspirations
are beauty
bled
broken
bound
abandoned.

Disseminate
upon Globe
shake shellshot shoulders
soul severed
suffer amputated liaision.
Filigree fragile finesse strands
snap shut between thin
clear plastic pages.

Safe sanitated
separation
sustains stains
seminal seminary.
Lifeblood bled bleaches
tantalized terminated
fetish felon disembodied
mink minx mistress mitigated.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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When Someone Shows you the Path...

At dawn under the cool shade of the tree
Sitting and listening to his loving speech,

My eyes were brimming with tears.
I could sense he was aware and could hear,

The commotion silent cry in my heart.
Felt afraid I’ll break down and fall apart.

He looked directly with compassion at me,
Clueless, mere glance filled me with equanimity.

My intense pain was transformed into joy,
And my spirits were instantly buoyed.

Isn’t that’s how a mother‘s gentle caress
Reassures a baby crying in distress?

Joys and sorrows are like day and night-
Don’t suppress or deny or fight.

Suffering has its place as it develops compassion,
One learns to love with understanding and passion.

After listening to him talk, I can see
It somehow, had a profound affect on me….

Can acknowledgement of one's presence
touch you to the core of your essence?

30.10.08

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Long Journey Home (Anthem) (feat. Anna)

(composed: elvis costello/paddy moloney)
If on every ocean the ship is a throne
And for each mast cut down another sapling is grown
Then I could believe that Im bound to find
A better life than I left behind
But as you ascend the ladder
Look out below where you tread
For the colors bled as they overflowed
Red, white and blue
Green, white and gold
So I had to leave from my country of birth
As for each child grown tall
Another lies in the earth
And for every rail we laid in the loam
Theres a thousand miles of the long journey home
But as you ascend the ladder
Look out below where you tread
For the colors bled as they overflowed
Red, white and blue
Green, white and gold

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Long Journey Home

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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This Kingdom

Had the kings and queens of this kingdom bled?
The wild and eerie winter is upon us,
We can not witness a criminal who has been dead.

Your solution to royalty is absolutely ahead,
The summer believed me, it was absoluteness,
Had the kings and queens of this kingdom bled?

We say and did formulae of chemistry in bed,
The same post of evil as absentmindedness,
We can not witness a criminal who has been dead.

Our results bespeak in front of the led,
The exact opposite of leading is malice,
Had the kings and queens of this kingdom bled?

When does the king seek kindness from the misled?
Your happiness is special with malpractice.
We can not witness a criminal who has been dead.

The understanding I sought was hunger to be read,
A shining example of pride is in books of passiveness.
We can not witness a criminal who has been dead.
Had the kings and queens of this kingdom bled?

poem by Naveed Akram
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She Sang the Songs...

She sang the songs... he wrote the words;
sweet words of love, in perfect time
to her style... soft words of love;
the lyrics to her Country songs
of love and heartbreak, hope and sadness;
life spread out in flawless rhyme,
but they were really hopes, and dreams
of his...
he knew this, all along.

She wrote songs as well; and, when he read them...
his heart missed a beat;
Beneath the stave, below the notes...
her lyrics, in her childlike hand;
soft words of love, he longed to hear
her say to him...
all whispered, sweet;
now, here they were, before his eyes...
but, accident...
or gently planned?

Were they whispers of her heart...
or just composed from out her head?
he had no way of knowing,
but... in either case, her words were sweet;
a silky glide across the page...
a wistful ballad... hearts that bled;
he sadly smiled, yes... his heart bled as well,
but,
to a different beat.

She sang the songs... he wrote the words,
words from his heart... soft, yet intense;
Perhaps, one day, she'd see
they were for her...
and, not her audience.

poem by Dream Weaver
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Deny

Today I woke up and you were gone
The whole day wondering what I did wrong
It's like I'm falling from a mountaintop
My heart keeps pounding and it won't stop

Can you see this hell I'm living
I'm not giving up

Will you crawl to me
Will you fall with me
I'll never crawl to you
I've done it all for you

Well don't deny
The hand that feeds you needs you
Oh god I'd die to try to
Finally please you

There goes a piece of me
Will I cease to be
I've never lied to you
Fought bled and died for you

Well don't deny
The hand that takes you breaks you
Oh god I'd die to try to
Finally please you

There she goes and I'm on the ground

song performed by by Default from Fallout
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Alma 38: 12

Is an eye a distraction
to the souls whose owned by the heavens?
When their eyes met, did others notice
that their souls have warred, yet their hearts united;
Bridled passions unbridled, but the feeling's never wanted...
From her eyes to his own
was I the only one to notice
the eternal words were uttered
yet those words were never said.
When he looked away from her
was I the only one to wonder
why those words were never uttered
why the tears were never shed?
Unbridled passions bridled, for the feeling's never wanted.
Still, the melodies of the mem'ries never end...
and only elements of heavens know when
their eyes would meet again.

22June2010
MTC

poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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My Heart Beats

Mind thinks, Heart feels and the Heart Beats,
Heart Beats, When it finds its soulmate.
Souls meet eachother, when we meet eachother
We meet, we think, we feel and the Heart Beats.

My heart beats,
And your heart beats are one
It is one, because our heart beats are one
It beats for eachother into our hearts,
Through our hearts and for our hearts,
Which beats for eachother.

My heart beats, when we meet,
It draws us near, to make us
Apart for ever, and leaves us isolated
Forever, and to meet never or ever.

poem by Rajesh Kumar Vaishnaw
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~ Recipe Of My First Kiss ~

RECIPE OF MY FIRST KISS
Ms. Nivedita
UK.
26.11.09.

‘Why you’,
Dame says,
‘Fear hiss
In first kiss? ’

~ DAME RECIPING ~

[1] Recipe of
Lip-Lock liquor
Brewing in
5 square centimeter
Lip arena beaut emitter.

[2] Adding: ~
Pentabyte of evocation,
Giga calorie of
Ebullient emotion,
Zillion luxe of imagination.
.
[3] Hues of lips’
Are crisscrossing
Tongues’ balleting
Mouth fresheners’
Fragrance swapping
Saliva immixing
[Of 10 ml LOL! ].

~ A FEW MINUTES AFTER ~

Propinquity...
Proximity…
Closing…
Nearing n’ togethering
Passionate conjoining
Heart beats merging
Pooch-ing n’ Pooch-ing
Lips splicing
Quivering n’ fluttering.
.
Hiked adrenaline
Feelings steeping
Deepening n’ diving
Smothering enlivening
Euphoriant levitating.

Voluptuous liquid firing
Every cells dancing
Flutter n’ quivering
Tipsiness joyous greening
Infatuation drinking
Unioned lapping
Solace gulping.

~ FINALLY ~

Dame says,
Hey Beau
It’s relation just
Zeroed lust!

First kiss
Why you
Fear hiss?
No: Its
Flowething bliss.

Happened like must
Juxtaposition of
Four lips in trust.

------

poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Mystery Dance

Up, down, side ways they shake,
Here, I sit, and see them, crave
The alluring, world of fantasy,

The beats, flow, hit, they turn
Beads of sweat, faces in ecstasy, burn
Hearts beat, convulsions, trembles, mystic.

Wonder, I continue, they laugh, so wild
Beats continue, beats so wild,
Beings they move, electrified, possessed.

Music to ears, makes them pop in brain,
The drums, cymbals, strings, harmonic chain,
The souls, chained, made to mystery dance!

poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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