To A Young Poet
Pale youth with burning gaze,
I give you three commandments now:
Follow the first: don't live by the present,
The future is a poet's only place.
Second, remember: feel for no one,
Love yourself without bounds.
Safeguard the third: worship art,
Art alone, without thought or goal.
Pale youth with embarrassed gaze!
If you follow my three commandments,
I'll die in peace, a defeated warrior,
Knowing I leave a poet behind.
poem by Valery Yaklovich Bryusov
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Poet is free
Poet is free
No grammarian can guide the poet
Do not tell before a poet you are dare
And I know there are so many grammarians
With so many grammars
The poet is one with truth with love
All the grammars old middle modern
Are of no use for a poet
At the time of poet's thought
Poet's love poet's poetry
Nobody can search research poet's history
Nobody can dare to described poet
Poet can create his own language
His own grammar and it does not bother the poet
Whether you like it or not
Leave the poet on his own way
It is better you to read him love him
If you are alive.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Charade
Some nights we made our love in the sand
And at the tide we held our love in our hands
And we listened to music the ocean was playing
The words that our two hearts were saying
That only two lovers can make
Let us ride on the wind while this moment is real
Your the light of my life
You are welcome to my Charade
And this felling knowing you blessed me forever
And believing I have been touch by your love
And the pleasure of knowing the evening won't tare us apart
We can follow the sun to the day light is gone
We can gaze up the sky till the night is over
Light of my life
You are welcome to my Charade
And this felling knowing you blessed me forever
We can follow the sun to the day light is gone
We can gaze at the sky till the night is over
Light of my life
You are welcome to my Charade
And this feeling knowing you blassed me forever
We can follow the sun to the day light is gone
We can gaze at the sky till the night is over
Light of my life
You are welcome to my Charade..........
song performed by by Bee Gees from Mr. Natural
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I Will Follow
Yonder mountain so high
I cant make it all on my own, no
Rolling river why so wide?
To sweep me up and to bear me on
Up against the sky so bright
That I cant even close my eyes
I know I will follow (follow love)
Yes, yes, I will follow (follow love)
I will follow (follow love)
Follow love
Growing slowly like a tree
Someday soon, darling I love you
I love you
Soft and gentle, full summer moon
Set my soul free
Thank you, baby
Drifting like a cloud in the sky
I can see myself from high above
I know I must follow (follow love)
Somehow I will follow (follow love)
I must follow (follow love)
Follow love
Oh, half the future and half the past
Theyre waiting inside your eyes
Yes, and after all of this
To last and last
Till at last its your time to rise, rise
True believer that I am
I am blind, lead me on (lead me on)
Blessed receiver of your love
I own my own time
And Ive been holding on (holding on)
Leave the word unspoken
And the spell will not be broken
And Im bound to follow, now (follow love)
I know I must go (follow love)
I must follow (follow love)
Yes, I must follow (follow love)
Someone to hold my hand (follow love)
Somebody to lead me on(follow love)
Somebody to walk beside me (follow love)
Someone to follow me now (follow love)
I must follow love (follow love)
I will fall in love
I will follow love (follow love)
Anywhere it leads me
I will follow love (follow love)
Follow love
song performed by by James Taylor
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Obama Poem = Who Are You In Your Heart?
WHO ARE YOU IN YOUR HEART?
Thank you for who you are in your heart
As you serve others by your commitment and love.
Too many worship money, fame, and themselves
Never to submit to God's guidelines from above.
I myself remain a fool for far too long
Till I felt the power of God's grace and voice.
Telling me to rise up and alter my behavior
And to follow His guidelines by choice.
As we live our lives we make heartfelt decisions
And choose to serve evil or a higher power.
Faith teaches us God is in complete control
As we live by His commandments we tower.
All God's heroes except for Christ Himself
Had to change by bravery, submission and prayer.
As we dedicate our lives for the betterment of others
We show the world and God we care.
By God's Poet Tom Zart
Most Published Poet
On The Web!
Tom Zart's 480 Poems Are Free To Share To Teach Or Show Support!
Tom Zart www.internetvoicesradio.com/t_zart/
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Eheu Fugaces -- !
The air is charged with amatory numbers -
Soft madrigals, and dreamy lovers' lays.
Peace, peace, old heart! Why waken from its slumbers
The aching memory of the old, old days?
Time was when Love and I were well acquainted;
Time was when we walked ever hand in hand;
A saintly youth, with worldly thought untainted,
None better loved than I in all the land!
Time was, when maidens of the noblest station,
Forsaking even military men,
Would gaze upon me, rapt in adoration -
Ah me, I was a fair young curate then!
Had I a headache? sighed the maids assembled;
Had I a cold? welled forth the silent tear;
Did I look pale? then half a parish trembled;
And when I coughed all thought the end was near!
I had no care - no jealous doubts hung o'er me -
For I was loved beyond all other men.
Fled gilded dukes and belted earls before me -
Ah me, I was a pale young curate then!
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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The Gambler
the gambler one day
while sitting on a chair facing the sea watching the sunset
looks at the poet
like him alone on a worship of the fading day
wondering what was it that keeps
digging inside his heart
the gambler starts a conversation telling the poet that he envies his
solitude
his grace with the use of the words
his beauty and his
journey along the paths of
the spiritual and
the divine communion with God
the poet is not amazed and takes a simple gaze
at the gambler's face
he give the gamble a little smile
telling him
nothing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Before a Poetry Reading
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I'm feeling nervous but I mustn't show it!
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I hope to heaven that I won't blow it!
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I mustn't reveal that I'm a second-rate poet!
I'm only a rhymer, but they don't know it!
If you've got no talent you'll have to grow it!
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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WHO ARE YOU IN YOUR HEART? = No.467
Thank you for who you are in your heart
As you serve others by your commitment and love.
Too many worship money, fame, and themselves
Never to submit to God's guidelines from above.
I myself remain a fool for far too long
Till I felt the power of God's grace and voice.
Telling me to rise up and alter my behavior
And to follow His guidelines by choice.
As we live our lives we make heartfelt decisions
And choose to serve evil or a higher power.
Faith teaches us God is in complete control
As we live by His commandments we tower.
All God's heroes except for Christ Himself
Had to change by bravery, submission and prayer.
As we dedicate our lives for the betterment of others
We show the world and God we care.
By God's Poet Tom Zart
Most Published Poet
On The Web!
Tom Zart's 467 Poems Are Free To Share To Teach Or Show Support!
Tom Zart www.internetvoicesradio.com/t_zart/
http: //www.veteranstodayforum.com/viewforum.php? f=38
'To book Tom Zart for guest appearances, product, or services, contact Raymond L. LaPietra-Exclusive Personal Manager,913-681-7750 (office) , [email protected] (e-mail) , www.careerimages.com (website) ,8802 W.147th Terrace Overland Park, Kansas 66221.'
Greatest Questions
Little boy;
What does thy know about destiny?
The poet;
I know but little about destiny
Little boy;
If ye tells me I know I will live life peacefully
The poet;
Destiny is like a wind which blows in the arabian sea,
Upon which it next direction is unknown,
You will see men growing greatly at their tender age but their next minute is unpredictable
Then, reverse it could be my former line
Little boy;
You mean destiny is like a deep wide sea
Which the direction you follow leads you any where
The poet;
Hey!
Brother we began our lives here
Tomorrow you may be richer than I
The creator has already created us before we exist
Little boy;
Then I will go to a sorcerer to foresee my destiny
The poet;
Destiny can never be look into
Even those who are summon
By the name foreseers
Do not know when termite will eat them
Little boy;
Can destiny be ever change?
The poet;
It can be change only with prayer
But my lord only give those he will
Little boy;
When shall we die?
The poet;
And so I laugh...
Death is inevitable
Non but my lord and those who had gone
Can talk about it
Little boy;
I mean
How will I die?
The poet;
For you know not where and how you were born
The the knowledge of
Where and how you will die remains with Allah
He creates the world and know every hidden things.
Little boy;
How can I live this world
The poet;
Boy!
Walk as if non is looking at you
Talk as if non is listening to you
Think as if you are thinking for others
Pray and make sacrifice
The Poet I Am', And 'The Poet I Am Not
The poet I am, and the poet I am not
‘The poet I am’ says
To ‘the poet I am not’,
‘Why can’t I be more like you? ’
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Because you are not good enough’
And ‘the poet I am’ begins to cry,
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Real poets cry for more meaningful things’
And ‘the poet I am’ says ‘I am who I am and what I will be means so much to me. But still I am not the poet I wanted to be’.
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Exactly. Were you less concerned with who you are and more concerned with others you might be a bit more of a poet than you are now.’
And ‘the poet I am’ is silent.
And ‘the poet I am not’is somewhere else being someone else
That ‘the poet I am and the poet I am not’ cannot see or dream.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Pale Blue Eyes
Sometimes I feel so happy
Sometimes I feel so sad
Sometimes I feel so happy
But mostly you just make me mad
Baby, you just make me mad
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Thought of you as my mountain top
Thought of you as my peak
A thought of you as everything
Ive had, but couldnt keep
Ive had, but couldnt keep
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Skip a life completely
Stuff it in a cup
They said, money is like us in time
It lies, but cant stand up
Down for you is up
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes
It was good what we did yesterday
And Id do it once again
The fact that you are married
Only proves youre my best friend
But its truly, truly a sin
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes
If I could make the world as pure
And strange as what I see
Id put you in a mirror
Id put in front of me
Id put in front of me
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Love Is A Bridge
Youth is searching, children asking,
What’s the meaning for very war that happens
Everything we heard, every place we go,
Everywhere we look, predilection is present all through
Our quest for peace still on the process
We don’t know how to find the answer for
The problem in the present,
But when we glimpse the fast events,
We receive messages that our forefathers sent.
Communication w/ different cultures,
Casteth out discrimination for sure,
Reconciliation should be brought despite of failures
And celebration for peace is at our hands so pure.
“Assalamo Alaikom” each will say, for in the future we
Shall live in joy of Jesus love w/ virgin Mary
And the love we feel from deep within
Will became the for us,
Those chasms of momentary indifference.
poem by Darry Ontua
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The heart I desire...
As angels dance across a star filled sky,
And loves melodious symphony beckons,
The wings of dragons have raised loves banners,
Shimmering high into the night sky,
Like a shoal of flat fish gliding across a sapphire sea,
Swathed heavily in the sparkling jewels of angels,
Yet once again I gaze upon this spectacle alone,
Has my inner poet abandoned me?
Downed his tools and deserted me in my time of need?
Shall I ever tempt the heart I desire from her hiding place? ...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Three Coins
In the fountains of our youth
are scattered three coins of our life.
The past, the present and the future
all of them lay there.
As we dip into the waters,
we try to pluck out each coin.
We may grab the past,
maybe even the present,
but the future lies beyond our reach
elusive, as it will always be.
We have lived the past,
the present we are living.
However, the future
is never ours to see
and so we leave the three coins
in the fountains of our youth
where they will always be.
19 August 2009
poem by David Harris
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Circle
Give me the dust of my father
Stand on the face of the ancients
Bare the secret flesh of time itself
Follow me (Follow me)
I've come so far behind again
Follow me (Follow me)
Wish so hard I'm there again
Follow me (Follow me)
Follow me (Follow me)
All that I wanted are things I had before
All that I needed I've never needed more
All of my questions are answers to my sins
All of my endings waiting to begin
I know the way that I faulter
Can't be afraid of my patience
There's a sacred place Razel keeps safe
Follow me (Follow me)
I've seen so much I'm behind again
Follow me (Follow me)
I feel so bad I'm in love again
Follow me (Follow me)
All that I wanted things before
All that I needed I've never needed more
All of my questions are answers to my sins
All of my endings waiting to begin
song performed by by Slipknot
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Truly Great Blessings Belong To Those With...
seldom express opinions upon
what God did or did not say
to various prophets such topics
are precious to hearts believers
who worship honour God with faith
documents abound attesting
to what was said recorded
by faithful present witnesses
who listened to eagerly received
the words from prophet’s lips
interpretation mounts up to heaven
yet basics remain true sacrosanct
even an atheist an unbeliever
who does not believe in God deities
must admit that all individuals
who truly live by the ten
commandments are trustworthy
that any nation blessed with citizens
who do not lie cheat steal rape murder
who help support love their neighbour
as they love God and themselves
live in a nation blessed with belief
blessed with true equality peace
how rare is a nation rejecting
such life principles
which continues to prosper
even a nation of atheists prospers
when applying equality justice
respect welfare for all citizens
how much more prosperous
is a nation striving to walk
with God obeying divine will
commandments with a good heart
truly great blessings belong to those
with the love of God his laws
written into purity of their hearts
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Dimension Merge
For us the past has gone and the present moves on
into the yesterday of a future’s present time.
Despite living in the future’s past this will not last,
present and future will very soon combine.
Future or dimension, to some a misapprehension,
but they are one in the same.
If there’s more than one, they will follow on
to leave one, with it’s present name.
On merging we’ll realise we’ve no future to recognise,
and the past and present is all we’ll know.
The past will still be renewed, with each day used,
but the future will mean only tomorrow.
poem by Orlando Belo
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If Moses had been paid newspaper rates for the Ten Commandments, he might have written the Two Thousand Commandments.
quote by Isaac Bashevis Singer
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A Poet's Life
A Poet's life is:
A whole day of inspiration,
Coupled with a lot of observation,
A poet is not right,
And not wrong,
They have foresight and don't prolong,
A poet is neutral at all times,
They are the past, present and future,
Possess knowledge of culture,
And in a way is a teacher,
So there you have it,
All summed up as one,
A Poet's Life. My work here is done!
I Am Not The Poet's Poet But Perhaps The Would- Be- Poet's Would-Be Poet
I AM NOT THE POET’S POET BUT PERHAPS THE WOULD- BE- POETS WOULD – BE –POET
I am not the poet’s poet-
The one poets of name and fame admire-
But perhaps the would- be- poets would be – poet-
Who tries to be a poet
And tries to understand what it means
To love poetry and live by writing it
Even when the world does not recognize me..
.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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