Less Yet Full
'He's Ageless, Timeless, Space less
Sinless, Spotless, Measureless
Passionless, Desire less, Anger less
Motionless, Emotionless, Ovation less
Speechless, Ego less, Voiceless
Feeling less, Fearless, Fatigue less
Yet is placed on the 'Highest Seat'
'He' whom with hands folded and flowers we greet
Soft, Smooth yet hard, rude as iron.
Notes: 'He's' less of everything and yet full is the entire irony in which 'He' has been described.
poem by Green Peace
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Irom Sharmila
Voice of noiseless resistance
Eyes of guileless persistence
Sign of boundless resilience
Irom Sharmila
Iron Sharmila
Face of mask-less compassion
Hands of tireless devotion
Sign of fearless self-assertion
Irom Sharmila
Iron Sharmila
Heart of endless sympathy
Mind of spotless sanity
Sign of selfless humanity
Irom Sharmila
Iron Sharmila
I am a soldier
(explanation - This about a soldier who has gone through all walks of life, faced it all..carried burdens...its left him so shallow that he likes d feeling of it..being emotionless....considering himself a machine...people respect him....everyone likes it.its what he wants us to be like 'a soldier'....carry on with life as if nothing has happened....u cannot say that u have suffered d most when u cont even compare your hardships with others, ....
its the total feeling of overcoming it..like u won a battle)
I love the pain of a wound
I love the pain of a bullet in me
I live with an anger in me
I am a soldier and I love this feeling in me
I walk on streets with respect
with a motive to make it perfect
perfect for any threat
perfect for any kind of death
I can face death million times
so tat families can safely dine
I am a soldier and I love this feeling in me
lost a leg because I stepped on a landmine
just to see kids smiling across the borderline
I have no regrets being a soldier
can take much more on my shoulder
can face bullets being brave n bolder
I am a soldier and I love this feeling in me
I am emotionless, I am fearless
I see blood all day and I am merciless
I am not a killing machine, I am just a living machine
there is no mercy in my eyes, there is no love in my cries
I am a soldier and I love this feeling in me
I can write no more soldier
I can fight no more soldier
this is all I could do for you
this how far I could go for you
you r a soldier, you r a soldier
I am a soldier and I love this feeling in me! ! !
poem by Shashank Shekhar Roy
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If only I
If only I could simplify love you would meet the requirements you see, they would be engraved from deep within the soil from above, and then we could fly above the ever blue skies like a white dove…
And as sunshine dazes catch me awake-Sleeping, day dreaming, holding on to summertime grooves as soft as the blues I’ll fly loose. And as you kindly harass the dance floor caress the whole floor, swift across the room effortless I’m speechless, almost motionless.
Oh no she flows like rhymes and punch lines in one line she’s so fine, fine-tuned she blows my mind…
If only I could simplify love, you have already met my requirements you see, your love is spotless, dirt has never once been on the surface you walk on, you are timeless, mine nevertheless.
We should nurture our nest to the finest, ‘cause lest we nurture its being it will die indeed a tragic passing never seen, heard of, or have been.
I have always seen you in me. And if time grants us a wish I guarantee we will forever be, be you and me.
poem by Thato Maluleka
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My Hands Are Folded
My Hands Are Folded
my hands are folded in supplication
I need your help, i need to relax
i need calm, rest, light, peace
courage, forgiveness
my hands are folded
i bow down to my only Saviour
my anchor of safety
my harbor of protection
my heaven of peace
my eyes look up to you
with confidence, with hope
i come as one sick
to his physician
as one poor and needy
to the Lord of heaven and earth
grant that i may see you
in all things
in good and ill health
in joy as in sorrow
grant me oh Lord
the grace to accept with patience
the monotony of daily tasks
to embrace with resignation
the fatigue and exhaustion
of days too long and too full
for my physical strength
grant me the ability to be relaxed
and be calm in the thought of your love
to find rest in the assurance
that you are with me
always and forever...Amen
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Standing Ovation
C' un mistero che non lo so
Quando ti vedo che cos'ho
Sento tremare lo stomaco
Qualcosa di profondo sai
Mi fa andar fuori di testa
Fuori di me
Io non capisco senza di te... (Oh no!?)
Il mondo che cos'?
Ho camminato per strade sai
Ho fatto cose che non dovrei
Ho visto cose fantastiche
Ho avuto donne bellissime
Nessuna ha mai chiarito se
Il mondo vero senza di te... (Oh no?)
Io credo di no!
Standing ovation
Standing ovation per te!
Standing ovation
ovation for you!
Ho passeggiato nel buio sai
ho vinto tutto e ho riperso poi
Ho visto cose fantastiche
Ho avuto donne bellissime
Nessuna ha mai chiarito se
Il mondo vero senza di te... (Oh no?)
Io credo di no!
Standing ovation
Standing ovation per te
Standing ovation
Ovation for you!
Standing ovation
Standing ovation per te
Standing ovation
Ovation for you
Ti ho mandato un messaggio ieri sera
sulla segreteria telefonica
sono dei fiori
No Ti ho pensato molto stamattina
Quando ho visto nascere il sole
Ti ho mandato subito un messaggino
Era: per te vorrei essere migliore
Standing ovation
Ovation for you
song performed by by Vasco Rossi
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I Dreamed.... (Hands)
i dreamed last night...
and all i could see were hands.
sometimes hard and calloused,
sometimes soft and feminine.
skilled hands, laborer's hands,
loving hands, nurturing hands....
fingers digging in the dirt,
fingers holding a pen.
fingers playing a piano,
fingers unbuttoning blouses.
hands extended, hands gripping the rope,
hands holding the shovel,
hands covered with resin.
hands folded in prayer,
hands balled into fists.
hands stuffed in empty pockets.
hands that define both history,
and destiny!
hands scarred and bruised,
hands covered with age spots.
hands that speak many languages.
hands that know mistakes, and failures.
hands that built fires,
hands that put fires out!
hands that wiped away tears,
that picked up trash,
and revealed souls....
whose hands?
my hands, your hands?
god's hands?
does it really matter?
hands engaged and involved,
in the very act of living!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Notes About Grandpa
grandpa had a square jaw
a complete of hard yellow teeth
broad shoulders like his hectares of land
strong hands like his iron bars of words
he is hard on us
he is harder to papa who (if i were not mistaken
had a death wish for him
he should not have meant it
as anger was wont to
be)
he was soft on women
on lots of
beautiful women
grandma died when he was at his
hardest prime
and he had forgiven her
he was strict on codes
he broke all of them
sometimes i thought
he must have been too happy
before he died
crazy prostate cancer
ate him alive
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Niagara Landscape
Heavy with haze that merges and melts free
Into the measureless depth on either hand,
The full day rests upon the luminous land
In one long noon of golden reverie.
Now hath the harvest come and gone with glee.
The shaven fields stretch smooth and clean away,
Purple and green, and yellow, and soft gray,
Chequered with orchards. Farther still I see
Towns and dim villages, whose roof-tops fill
The distant mist, yet scarcely catch the view.
Thorold set sultry on its plateau'd hill,
And far to westward, where yon pointed towers
Rise faint and ruddy from the vaporous blue,
Saint Catharines, city of the host of flowers.
poem by Archibald Lampman
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The shade of the light
My ovation is to the slaves
Who built the Taj Mahal.
My ovation to the soldiers
Who made Alexander the great.
My ovation is to mice and cats
Who promoted the scientists.
Am I a cynic or jealous?
06.07.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Why He Was Away, From Truth?
Why he was away, from truth?
On the ground
He lied prostrate
Speechless
And motionless
Defeated by death
Now there was
Nothing to worry
Nothing to fear
His body not feeling
The weight of
The wreath of flowers
Put by many
Some had tears
Others
Wore gloomy faces
But were smiling
In the heart
They were happy
He had died
He was helpless
Today he realized
Faces do not show
What’s inside the heart?
He was regretting
Why he was away
From truth?
During life time
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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The Woman In Me
Dancing close feeling restless
It's a slow and sultry night
It'll take a lifetime till sunrise if you won't stay with me tonight
Feel your breath caress my shoulder as your heart reads my mind
You don't have to tell me anything
I can see everything in your eyes
It's so easy with you
I don't need an excuse to be the woman in me
It's so hard to believe that I'm feeling so free to be the woman in me
Baby there's so much no man has ever touched of the woman in me
I might be trembling but I'm not scared
Just my desire breaking free
I've never had a chance like this before to unlock all the doors to be the woman in me
It's so hard to believe that I'm feeling so free to be the woman in me
Baby there's so much no man has even touched of the woman in me
Like the dark side of the full moon
I've never shown what I'm showing to you
It's so easy with you I don't need an excuse to be the woman in me
It's so hard to believe that I'm feeling so free to be the woman in me
It's so easy with you. I don't need an excuse to be the woman in me
It's so hard to believe that I'm felling so free to be the woman in me
song performed by by Heart from Desire Walks On
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Ballade Of Mature Beauty
Easy comes beauty in youth’s natural spring,
But with age its mellow dimensions grow.
Like to a bud, a full bloom, age will bring.
With grace its beauty does ebb and glow,
Its liberty allows its new functions to show.
Mature beauty is and will be admired always,
Youth’s beauty and its esteem goes to and fro,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.
Mature beauty has a melody to sing,
And this it releases so that you will know,
The elegance and blessing of its echo’s ring.
The evidence of a mind is part of its show,
For it opens tastefully with a view to bestow.
Ageless beauty never lacks for praise.
The beauty of life’s spring may lose its glow,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.
In poetry and melody its praises we bring,
For mature beauty’s many dimensions we know.
With fervid dignity I see it take to wing,
Giving the young buds an inspiring show.
May you long guide youth as they grow,
Leading them in elegance the celestial ways.
So youth will know how easy beauty may go,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.
Now young buds aspire to full blooms grow,
And become worthy of nature’s timeless praise.
Allow your charm in majesty and grace to glow,
And may your ageless beauty have endless days.
poem by Albert Price
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Spotless object
Spotless object
I saw spotless emerging object
Very much silvery and natural act
Slowly rising from the bottom of the sky
With full size and feeling very shy
Beauty can seldom be narrated
Now with any of the object equated
Such a beautiful scene with no blockade
Whole of sky illuminated with no sign of shade
I saw spotless character
As if highly integrated as lady actor
What a beautiful show altogether!
In fine atmosphere with cool weather
Not a single person can resist temptation
Few words in praise with so much elation
How come an object rise with so much of elegance?
Lovers across the world give so much of importance
Stars have no place to twinkle
Only moon has space and capable
Complete sway over millions of hearts
An object seen as unparallel natural art
Can you imagine few spots on the face?
As if cried for few minutes in waiting race
The smile was clearly reflected as sign of happiness
That is why there was brightness all over on the face
The sadness and pain was left all behind
We have no means to point out or find
The wonders behind such a artful show
Where you find all inspirations with glow
Such a humble and all round show in universe
Where all love hungry people see and converse
Express their desire with full of promises
Not to part with any of the reasons with slight miss
I shall depict it as heavenly creature
Where only peace and love resides for future
No hatred but enough of space for future generations
With a sole aim to rise again for maintaining relation
We may miss such a scene for times to come
If not adhere to in our life and welcome
What we need to see at this object and learn!
We must enjoy it with peace leaving behind all concerns
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Child's Music Lesson
Why weep ye in your innocent toil at all?
Sweet little hands, why halt and tremble so?
Full many a wrong note falls, but let it fall!
Each note to me is like a golden glow;
Each broken cadence like a mourning call;
Nay, clear and smooth I would not have you go,
Soft little hands, upon the curtained threshold set
Of this long life of labour, and unrestful fret.
Soft sunlight flickers on the checkered green:
Warm winds are stirring round my dreaming seat:
Among the yellow pumpkin blooms, that lean
Their crumpled rims beneath the heavy heat,
The striped bees in lazy labour glean
From bell to bell with golden-feathered feet;
Yet even here the voices of hard life go by;
Outside, the city strains with its eternal cry.
Here, as I sit-the sunlight on my face,
And shadows of green leaves upon mine eyes-
My heart, a garden in a hidden place,
Is full of folded buds of memories.
Stray hither then with all your old time grace,
Child-voices, trembling from the uncertain keys;
Play on, ye little fingers, touch the settled gloom,
And quickly, one by one, my waiting buds will bloom.
Ah me, I may not set my feet again
In any part of that old garden dear,
Or pluck one widening blossom, for my pain;
But only at the wicket gaze I hear:
Old scents creep into mine inactive brain,
Smooth scents of things, I may not come anear;
I see, far off, old beaten pathways they adorn;
I cannot feel with hands the blossom of the thorn.
Toil on, sweet hands; once more I see the child;
The little child, that was myself, appears,
And all the old time beauties, undefiled,
Shine back to me across the opening years,
Quick griefs, that made the tender bosom wild,
Short blinding gusts, that died in passionate tears,
Sweet life, with all its change, that now so happy seems,
With all its child-heart glories, and untutored dreams.
Play on into the golden sunshine so,
Sweeter than all great artists' labouring:
I too was like you once, an age ago:
God keep you, dimpled fingers, for you bring
Quiet gliding ghosts to me of joy and woe,
No certain things at all that thrill or sting,
But only sounds and scents and savours of things bright,
No joy or aching pain; but only dim delight.
poem by Archibald Lampman
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If We Had Been Always
If we had been always, always
at Indraprastha Park, in pair!
Sitting, talking, and hugging,
without anxiety and care!
I'm in your arms,
flying in a dream...
You then, giving warmth,
full to the brim.
Ageless, timeless, endless,
must be our countless days.
There will be no other,
no intruder in our history page!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Frozen Bullet Eyes
You shot me with those frozen bullet eyes
which at first ice-berged the center of my soul
but I didn't die.
can't be killed by a dead man.
The swipe of that ice crystal hand
was dismissively lodged
in my breathing space
and I cried;
but real tears don't fall for the already deceased
feeling wise.
I stood full on
in Massive Regret
shrounded in its Cape of Sorrows
yet
persevered on to day next
piling high
frozen layers
which I could and would melt
and yet
you now come back
hands now greased
with your own blood and wounds
to say
I was the only one who'd understand
how a dead man feels.
I took your face in my hands
ignoring the bitter sweet irony taste
whispering yet into your crinkled ears
that you'd been gone just long enough
for there to be no feeling left
for cruel lovers
who first cut flesh
before leaving;
that part of me now gone
I said
and now
not available
to you
or I
or for Johnny come lately life lines.
'You can't'
I said
'poison your water
and still expect to drink.'
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Always, Univocally Right
It seems I have missed the beauty of this day
at least I have learnt self righteous anger and
blame directed at me make me see the error
of my ways while creating no desire for
improvement, to the contrary
Instils a wish to persist in so called unacceptable
behaviour, no feeling of guilt, only an evil wish to
do the wrong thing again; you snarled at me for
not fulfilling my duty, not providing dinner for
anybody, saying how disappointed you felt
How inconsiderate my behaviour, I sympathised with
your self righteous anger and I still do, three pain pills
made me calm enough to listen to everything you say
with equanimity, given that fatigue and lack of sleep
have no value in arguing my case
You are always, univocally right, this is what I like
about you, you believe in yourself, even when I
know you are wrong; such self confidence is
worth ever so much humiliation
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The Root Of All Evil
Anger,
The root of all evil,
Dwells in your heart.
Anger,
Towards me,
For what I have done.
As time passes,
The anger grows,
Until it has engulfed your,
Entire mind, soul and,
Your entire being.
Irrationality goes hand in hand,
With the anger you,
Conceal in your very,
Troubled heart.
Irrationally you judge,
Irrationally you blame,
But I have irrationally acted,
And I know I have hurt you.
In my own anger,
I have pierced the heart,
That I once cared for,
The heart I once held close,
To my own,
But now that heart,
I have torn.
The words I said,
Have been forgotten,
The anger I felt,
Has been relived,
But you broken still,
Remain.
I am truly sorry,
For my harsh words and,
For my rash actions,
They were only in anger,
And anger,
Is the root of all evil.
poem by Victoria Wozniczka
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The moment of REVENGE
What is life when i've become emotionless
Feeling extirpated from this cold hard world
I'll show you now what hurt does mean
Just listen, and don't you utter a single word
What is freedom when i'm haunted by a memory
Of you treating me like an eyeful of dust
So come to me, don't you talk money
Computing all what you have barely lost
Did i say 'listen', when I meant 'feel'
Oh.. you're right. I'm not aduced to explain
Feeling i'm your ball, kicking me to nowhere
Honey, I'm a graduate of the faculty of pain
Where ingratitude is all what i have to get
Where anger slowly, bitterly crawls under skin
I feel I wanna get the grips of your neck
While wanting you was my only sin
Ooops! Did that annoy you my dear?
Good.Now i'll nail you to that harsh ground
I'm sick of being a rondo, a draft
Mmm, i hear a cry.. What a lovely sound!
I'll look down there and see you
Laying inert with half-closed eyes
Darling, I'm enormously full of emptiness
I can't wait to hear more of your lies
Was that: 'i'm sorry, my love'?
Is your disgusting smile fading away?
Well, i'm sorry, too.But who cares? ?
There's no longer anything to do, or say
Just as volcanoes do to red, hot lava
You, out of my life, I will extrude
I'll torture the rest of you, how happy!
I'm sorry, dear. Am i being so rude? ?
You can't be out of harm's way
As long as I breathe and i'm alive
That's why my knife is here my love
We bleed, in the pool of death, we dive
The curve of silence finally emerges
Leaving our dead bodies, Latest release! !
I will always hark to how things were
May our souls now rest in peace...
poem by Shorouk El Hariry
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~ Past ~
~ PAST ~
Ms. Nivedita.
10.11.09.
UK
Past
Beginingless
Secondless
Mat chless
Ageless
Timeless
Fathomless
Speechless
Immortal
Eternal why
O’ You?
Civilization
History
Religion
Love
Hate
Agony
Ecstasy
Battles
Hatred
Vengeance
Store in Your
Limitless cache why
O’ Past?
Psalm
Prayer
Poem
Chant
Music store why
O’You?
Present
Fleets
Nimbles
Spryly
Coalesce
In you why
O’ Past?
You
Consume
Guttle
Present
Future why
O You?
Past
Half of
Time
You
Womb in
Future Present
Become entirety
You’re not
Inanimate
Incognizant
Unaware
Unconscious.
Knower
Of everything
Seer
Sage
Ubiquitous
In allness, fullness.
Mute
Lulled
Voiceless why
O You?
Hey Past
Give them
Speech
Teach alphabets
Compose symphony
Bach Beethoven
In New Format
Be eloquent again.
O’ Sage Past
Jingle quiescent harp
Kibosh not my abode
Bring vibe
Flutter fibril
In showering bounty
With new age
Tagore
Beatles
Deon
MJ
Thro’
Whispering notes
I’ll Listen
I’ll Listen
I’ll Listen.
O’ Knower Past
Why not write
New age
Iliad Ramanayana
Bible Quran
Faust Gardener?
I’ll Read
I’ll Read
I’ll Read
Keep events not
Petrified
Hibernated
Mute
Mummifi ed
O Past.
Thy excellence
Thy glory story
Thy euphony cacophony
Psalm chant Universale
Booze blotto me in
Rhapsodic richness.
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Copyright reserved by the author
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poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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