A closed Circle
A fortress of iron
A place of ruin
A jail of some sort
where people sometimes fought
and rarely did they write
more ready to bite
Is it discrimination I wonder
Or pure envy perhaps meander
Little welcome for new siblings
More like chase them like weaklings
If one does well no comment
False praise for low quality grand
The closed circle of friends
Most others not worthy of comments
Biased attitude of ancient times
Grow up children and be adults
For one can surely see ones true face
from the mirror, regardless of race
poem by Aminath Neena
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Inherent Weakness
It is inherent weakness of human being’
You may feel bad if addressed beggar and liked if called king
You may dislike if called joker
And elated if praised tea totalled and non smoker
In actual life we do all we want to
We care too hoots for and it is equally true
What we try to hide from near relatives and friends?
False pride and honour which is going to bite at the end
My ear bell starts ringing the moment I am ushered
In their beautiful house with welcome and offered
All hospitality at the cost of my downing confidence
Use it later on for their advantage as cover up incidence
I know but fail to grasp that it is just ploy
All friends and even near circle people cleverly employ
Who would not want to hear sweet words in praise?
As it is engraved in mind that finally it may land you in chase
Well, it is all leading to falsehood
People are smart enough to judge your mood
They will make you to believe in their oratory
As you may agree upon and act as signatory
It is all done or deception and known to all
We fail to offer response even if that leads to fall
It is known that it may ditch us from our position
Yet it is agreed only for not aggravating the situation
We are human beings and live in certain bindings
People may advice you earnestly too but with some meddling
It is all accepted as normal happening
We need to close eyes for good beginning
Even if some one cheats we offer no comments
We wish it would not happened but willingly relent
If not do so, then it will invite hurdles on the way
That may push you towards isolation and keep away
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Reason behind liking
There is reason behind every liking
You catch the idea and it must be striking
Not necessarily a comment or length praise
But a serious thought for poets to chase
Write nicely or face the ire
Applaud and honor when we admire
Your poems may contain pain and satire
Definitely readers are key players
How does an actor know the art?
When there is nothing new to start?
There is lot more to improve
When readers write or disprove
Encourage and put reason with logic
It is good test and real basic
If you write and comment
It will be blessings as if heavenly send
Poet does it with his pure imagination
He may have fir belief and inclination
It is possible he may err in his reading
Make it sure he is not marketing or trading
The literature is meant for human consumption
Certain facts are understood with assumption
You may find heart change with resumption
It is personal choice for rejection or adoption
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Mirroring
I looked through the mirrors
And saw my reflection
What I saw was darkness and suffering
It could chase any bright life away.
I looked through the mirror of death
And saw myself burning in hell
Screaming out in sweet torment
Enjoying this immortal condemn.
I looked through the mirror of hate
And saw myself taunting my enemies
I enjoyed my foes pain and smile in shame.
I looked through the mirror of happiness
And saw myself in love; Laughter filled my face with these
With these wrongful feelings.
I looked through the mirror of envy
And saw myself resentencing my friends
Cracking their hearts open with my words.
I looked through the mirror of fears
And saw myself hiding under a hollow tree,
Not even He could shelter me.
I looked through mirror of sorrow
And saw myself buried in pain,
Having a knife at my wrist,
Ready to end this game
poem by C.F Francis
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The Wheel
Free us from the sphere that surrounds us,
A shape that haunts us and decides our living.
We wanted freedom of a different sort,
A face is contorted by this freedom
And changes it to liberty, the extreme sort.
We calculate the life that begins to radiate beauty,
And inside the sphere is a circle that is perfect,
A hidden quality always worthy and special.
A circle is not a three-sided shape,
But a special line of fortune.
We can never be triangular,
It makes no sense, but the wheel is all we need
To walk in freedom all over this Earth.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Couldn't find
I couldn’t believe eyes
As she bore a name of Sheri Columbus
I knew what was unique and famous]
The new land was found known as states
I had kept this day for finding special friends
Some unknown faces were to come at the day end
I found one of the best comments put forward
Those were, indeed, highly spoken words
I ventured to at her profile and put nice invitation
It was all about strengthening friendship and relation
“I used to rarely add men to my page” the message read
But later some of the words spoke highly to plead
Yes those words spoke of high integrated and philosophical mind
Where on earth good friends are available and make easy find
“Why on earth I would not want every one as friend”
“Why not share the insight and wisdom” reflected her new trend
I was stunned to look at her shining face
It spoke of something more and required tot race
A point to highlight about her personality
Her eyes spoke of sun’s glare with fine quality
She has brilliant face with imposing will
It is obviously a ladies weapon but not to kill
It may speak highly of a hidden soul
Natural way of leading life without any foul
It would be unnecessary to paint anything about body
It is gift from almighty and business of nobody
Many may see it from different angle and perception
But of course she deserved to be mentioned in “caption”
The beautiful cross reveals it all
You are akin to receiving generous calls
I may not be alone to appreciate and praise
As many might have been failed to in long chase
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Come son,
Come son,
Come son and hold the world like a Mirror,
I can see Prophecy,
That you are the Son,
Hold on Dear Son,
Tell me that my attitude is a Redemption,
The song that is ever Revealing,
Who can hold my son Down?
I watched you grow in all sadness,
Now that joy is ever making this soul,
Hold on son,
Get off that attitude and see how I fought to save you,
Kill the Burdens,
Son remember the time's and the sign's,
That we are on a mission for the greatest Salvation,
These people never changed anything,
But to start this,
This is the World all in a Mirror,
Who can hold my son down?
This is Worshipping all in Truth,
That the Past is all for that great Deliverance,
Kill that attitude and see that you are making it,
Come son,
See that we are on the legacy of making that great regime.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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A Beautiful Reflection
I used to stare at beautiful figure
Why I preferred it? Am not quietly sure
It was something I felt deserved our attention
Nice words of praise with very good mention
I considered my self as one of the most handsome
This view may be shared by not all but some
It is not bad to feel good for self and enjoy
It may be good reason to feel happy with joy
I may stand in front of mirror and quietly murmur
Look body from all the angles and whisper
How much thrill it used to send that I don’t know?
But it was definitely self elation matter anyhow
I was laughed at in many public places
I will look at smart and beautiful faces
My close friends may come near and cut jokes
I will scorn them to shut the unnecessary poke
T was hurting me if someone to comment badly
I will not accept it lightly and think over it sadly
It was matter of deep insult cause for worry
It was anguish for me but surely felt very sorry
Who will not like few words of praise?
You will step out if few more good words are raised
You will be inflated with air in body
It will be known as proud moment for anybody
I think I am not exception in this race
There may be lots of people with such case
They will be suffering from personal syndrome
They will be living in their on world and feel very much at home
I knew from outset that beauty may fade away
Still it was necessary to feel in special way
Not all people are gifted with fine and attractive figure
They seem to think to have bright prospectus with future
If one lives under false impression and feel same
He must be prepared to share some blame
Many may not like the outer beauty and comment adversely
Still it will be his cool temperament that will not accept it as remorse
The mirror may reflect exactly what you are
The person may know reality for being how far?
It will be best suited to his temperament
The gain will be seen from positive point at any moment
It is good not to be carried away
You will not be in position to have permanent sway
Any natural object has to die or perish
It is quite to have close finish
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A beautiful figure
I used to stare at beautiful figure
Why I preferred it? Am not quietly sure
It was something I felt deserved our attention
Nice words of praise with very good mention
I considered my self as one of the most handsome
This view may be shared by not all but some
It is not bad to feel good for self and enjoy
It may be good reason to feel happy with joy
I may stand in front of mirror and quietly murmur
Look body from all the angles and whisper
How much thrill it used to send that I don’t know?
But it was definitely self elation matter anyhow
I was laughed at in many public places
I will look at smart and beautiful faces
My close friends may come near and cut jokes
I will scorn them to shut the unnecessary poke
T was hurting me if someone to comment badly
I will not accept it lightly and think over it sadly
It was matter of deep insult cause for worry
It was anguish for me but surely felt very sorry
Who will not like few words of praise?
You will step out if few more good words are raised
You will be inflated with air in body
It will be known as proud moment for anybody
I think I am not exception in this race
There may be lots of people with such case
They will be suffering from personal syndrome
They will be living in their on world and feel very much at home
I knew from outset that beauty may fade away
Still it was necessary to feel in special way
Not all people are gifted with fine and attractive figure
They seem to think to have bright prospectus with future
If one lives under false impression and feel same
He must be prepared to share some blame
Many may not like the outer beauty and comment adversely
Still it will be his cool temperament that will not accept it as remorse
The mirror may reflect exactly what you are
The person may know reality for being how far?
It will be best suited to his temperament
The gain will be seen from positive point at any moment
It is good not to be carried away
You will not be in position to have permanent sway
Any natural object has to die or perish
It is quite to have close finish
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXXVI: Ruin
Do not ruin a good story
Do not ruin a perfect plan
Do not ruin a flawless lie
Do not ruin a great sacrifice
Do not ruin a hard work
Do not ruin a long trust
Do not ruin a magical moment
Do not ruin a golden opportunity
Do not ruin the current mood
Do not ruin an innocent dream
Do not ruin a sweet memory
Do not ruin a fair game
Do not ruin a mutual agreement
Do not ruin a smiling face
Do not ruin the flowing river
Do not ruin the sequence order
Do not ruin the standard procedure
Do not ruin the prepared show
Do not ruin a complete circle
Do not ruin a final ending
Do not ruin the leisure time
Do not ruin the aiming shot
Do not ruin the hidden purpose
Do not ruin a genius idea
Do not ruin the dead price
Do not ruin a determined mind
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Children are today.
Children are today, Too outspoken for their age,
Some of their attitude stinks, and they have too much rage;
When we as adults grew up years ago, learnt to behave,
We respected the older folk, and no drugs did we crave.
Some children today, through abuse, and neglect,
Are hurting inside them, what they need is hard to detect;
They need guidance, love, understanding and care,
They need to be shown that someone will be there.
Children today, are expected to grow up too quick,
Taught to much, far too early, so wrong things they'll pick;
And as they grow, let them grow slowly at their own pace,
Let them be children while they can, and give them space.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Part Of The Wall
I know you just don't fit in,
I know no one likes you,
I know what you are going through.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do I fit into the human race?
Or will I be part of the wall?
You were born with superpowers,
The ones that make you invisible girl,
You look at your self and say ugly,
But when I do I see beauty.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do I fit into the human race?
Or will I be part of the wall?
You just love your self,
Cause you don't fit in,
Yeah, I know what that fells like.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do I fit into the human race?
Or will I be part of the wall?
Close your eyes,
And think of the friends you have,
Laughing with you,
You are popular in my eyes.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do I fit into the human race?
Or will I be part of the wall?
You are the wall paper,
Reds, green, and blue,
You might never fit in,
But don't worry,
I'll be friends with you.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do I fit into the human race?
Or will I be part of the wall?
Ohhhhhhh
La, la, la, la, la
Ohhhhhhh
La, la, la, la, la
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do I fit into the human race?
Or will I be part of the wall?
poem by Brianna King
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Fearlessly
When you write
Write fearlessly
Don't think
What your
Parents
Will say,
Don't think
What your
Children
Will say
Don't think
What your
Siblings
Will say,
Don't think
What your
Relations
Will say
Give a damn
To what this
Society
Will say!
Just write on
And express
What you
Want to say
For, believe me
Your neighbours
Your friends,
Your partners,
Your colleagues
And all the kith
And kin you know
Most of them
Would want to say,
What you want to say
But would chicken out
When they have to say!
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Clean: Competition, Repetition
To all the children that cry and scream
‘This room is just too sparkly clean! '
To all the adults that moan about the mess
I believe that you all have something to confess
These books and toys are placed upon the floor
To convince the siblings that they have more
Your ornaments are shiny new and clean
Because you have no feathers to show nor preen
Deep down in your minds you all know
The reasons these actions are repeated so
To the children this is a play, a fun little game
And to the adults? Well I must say it's the same
So the next time you walk into the ‘danger site'
Dear parents you know what they try to do, right?
And to you children who think ‘why are they so mean! '
You should know that's the way it has always been
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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Envy
Constant competition and criticism between friends
We'll bite and fight with our might untill we win in the end
I've got one up on you, you've got one up on me
Overlooking each other's worthy qualities
I'm sorry it's got a hold of me
And I pray I can shake free
It'll damage my pride, It'll hurt me
So tangled up in envy
I lash out at you, you strike back at a chance
Low blows, anything goes at each other's expense
Choosing up teams, we're picking up sides
We try to nudge, and we won't budge an inch for our pride
Conceit, false prestige
Same old story, hunt for glory
Will I ever see humility?
And will it ever manifest in me?/
And when the damage is done, no one won
And that's our idea of fun
...enough
Envy from the final Youth Of Today 7", lyrics by Ray of Today
song performed by by Youth Of Today
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Unrestricted Love
Once I was in a picnic
Adults sat restricted in groups
Minding their own businesses
Every adult's love was restricted
But the children broke the barriers
Kids relates without boundary
Race, colour, creed, sentiments, histories
Were oblivious to the children
They played together unhindered
They laughed together freely
They chat without restriction
They even talked together without suspicion
Genuine love was displayed unrestricted
Pure unadultrated love reigned amongst them
Their love broke tribal jingoism
I saw pure love in practice
No one habours grudge
No one holds malice
Love was without boundary
I saw God's love in the children
Oh! how pleasant would it be
If the adults could emulate the kids
The world would be at peace
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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Shock treatment
I again suffered with shock treatment
It was disheartening and bad statement
I was denied prestigious membership
It was deliberate and intended to aground the ship
How come after writing thousands of articles?
One can comment against set principles
There is room for improvement at all the levels
Person is afforded a chance to excel
With all praises and comments on high notes
One is getting ready for moving in new slots
It is elevation and recognition of good service
As poetry progresses with very good promise
I have yet to think seriously on the issue
I have reader friends who sent periodical reviews
It is so heartening to note with lots of respect
I again leave this to the wisdom and introspect
The poetry is all about conveying strong intent
The pen is so empowered to suitable comment
The message is well received by and understood
It is reflection in mirror and serves as natural food
One should not be deterred by discouragement
It is always there and there is deliberate movement
One may be pulled down with adverse comment
Writer should always concentrate and read the comments
It has disappointed but not crashed me down
There may be faults here and there of my own
I can take vow to improve upon and render best service
Writer should not stop at any time till his demise
If the poetry gains little ground for any cause
It is always welcome step because
The purpose is well served and appreciated
Peace and harmony prevails without being further vitiated
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Little Dogs at Play!
They paw each other’s face,
And scratch noses;
They bite at their legs,
And are off to a race.
From dawn till dusk,
They want to play;
In sun, they bask,
And pant all way.
A poor kitten,
They love to chase;
They wag their tail,
When happy always.
They love to bite
A piece of bone!
They fight o’er food
And gobble it.
When hunger’s gone,
They take a nap;
They bark at strangers,
Keeping them at bay.
They love to dance
In rain all day;
And chase the ball
Along the way!
And when they know
They’re being watched,
Like circus clowns,
They run, unmatched.
When they are trained,
They behave well;
When they are caned,
They unleash hell!
Most children love
To see them lick
Each other’s fur,
When one is sick!
And when tired,
They’re off to sleep,
O’er each other
For all to peep!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 08-08-08
poem by John Celes
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Awkward And Uncomfortable
Hello, my friends again.
Let me reintroduce the proper way.
First my name with a little more attitude and confidence.
Then let me crack a joke to break the ice.
The simplest one will suffice.
My shyness is a wire that need to be spliced.
When under such exposure can I keep my composure?
I just do not know.
But hello, my friends again.
Let me reintroduce the proper way.
First my name with a little more attitude and confidence.
Then let me fall apart right in front of everyone.
Let me share in my horror stories of what some would call life.
Some would ask the question but isn't it fun?
I would say yes but at times I just want to run.
Hide in a dark corner holding a sharp knife.
It's pointed and ready.
I'm so scared.
Feelings in rawness to bare.
But hello, my friends again.
Let me reintroduce the proper way.
First my name with a little more attitude and confidence.
They say practice makes perfect.
But of that paraphrase I feel so deserted.
No matter how many times I try one is just as awkward as the next.
It gets me all anxious and upset.
What if i do it wrong?
Worst yet if I do it exactly right and this one girl gets turned on?
What if she one of those that expects something a lonely soul like me can never give?
As things perpetuate at a steady pace it gets harder and harder to say no.
But hello, my friends again.
Let me reintroduce the proper way.
First my name with a little more attitude and confidence.
But hello, my friends again.
Let me reintroduce the proper way.
First my name with a little more attitude and confidence.
~At The Age Of 27 In Someways I Still Feel Like A Child.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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With A Catering Done
Education will always be a deficient process,
As long as people are offended...
By anyone expressing intelligence.
And when the raising of children,
Isn't done by adults with a goal to increase...
Perceptions to connect a comprehending growth,
Shown that is released.
People become defensive when in the presence,
Of one who has experience to share.
And instead of being respectful with a listening...
One's biasness takes over.
And a critiquing diminishing from them begins.
With that as the awareness there to be given.
Education will always be a deficient process,
As long as people are offended...
By anyone expressing intelligence.
And when the raising of children,
Isn't done by adults.
With a catering done to an ignorance as a result...
An encouragement of mediocrity flourishes without end.
'So what is the ultimate solution? '
Something that will remove biased attitudes.
With an implementation in everyone's mind...
To find reasons to respect with a leaving them colorblind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Above all, though, children are linked to adults by the simple fact that they are in process of turning into them. For this they may be forgiven much. Children are bound to be inferior to adults, or there is no incentive to grow up.
quote by Philip Larkin
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