nostalgia ***** ODE TO MIS. OCC. PHILS
From margin southern sea
rise calm waves in gentle free
with wind of love
from shore to Malindang above
Lend your ears
hear this ode
with rhythm songs to you my dear
blessed words our minds to cheer
My heart is fullfilled before i rest
as i share thoughtful poems for readers' wit
to love own town, respect all guests
with aid to harness intellect
My poems uttering in silence
undyingly wait in patience
to be shared and be published
despite of world material crisis
From mountain hills to Panguil bay
this ode is echoing each day
with praising nuggets i keep and pray
thanking Mis. Occ. the province of prosperity.
poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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We Need Poems To Make Us Love Life More
WE NEED POEMS TO MAKE US LOVE LIFE MORE
We need poems to make us love life more
Poems that will make us happier
Poems that will make us kinder, better people.
We need poems that will inspire us
That will add to our sense of the world’s Beauty
We need Poems that will make us love others as we love ourselves as we love God.
We need holy poems
And joyful poems
And blessed poems
And kind poems
We need poems which will make us love life more
Which will help us love others and ourselves more
God more
We need poems.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Oh The Poems And More Poems
OH THE POEMS AND THE MORE POEMS
Oh the poems and the more poems
The wonderful poems I am writing all the time
God has given me this gift
And when I wait in the right way
And when I listen to myself properly
The poems come in ways I could never have thought of or imagined before
They come as mysteries as gifts as surprises
As wonderful to me as perhaps to you their possible readers
Oh the poems and the more poems
The wonderful poems God has given me
And the light of this day and so many other days, also.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Tom Zart's = Life Before Death
LIFE BEFORE DEATH
The Lord can close doors no man can open
And open doors no man can close.
It's up to us to prove our Heavenly worth
By our lifetime example of the path we chose.
Every night before sleep I say thank you to Heaven
For the past day I was allowed to love you and serve.
If I awake I say thank you once more
For God has blessed me far beyond what I deserve.
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Poems About.
There are poems that you will never see
Marked in a folder titled 'privacy'
Poems of hate and anger and personal pain
Poems about greed and hunger and personal gain
Poems about people I would love to see dead
Poems about women I met
Poems about relationships that have gone bad
Poems about issues with mom and dad
Poems about me, the person no one knows
Poems about places where only my soul goes
Poems I wish I could place in the clouds for all to read
Poems about lust, selfishness and greed
Poems I know will hurt those I hate
Poems I write by complete mistake
Poems I have hidden in my heart and my head
Poems about things that are better left unsaid
Poems I want to share and poems I want to retract
Poems of shame and how others might act
They stay in my psyche, they are a part of me
These poems I write, but you will never see.
poem by Mahfooz Ali
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Love or Lust?
Is love living in reality or in poems and literature?
Or is love still alive in the material world of no time?
Business and pleasure take the lion's share in work
Motivated towards achieving goals to make profit.
Even poems are full of lust rather than love to cherish
To make mankind humane rather than animal in life.
But romance without love increases the longing of all
To lose everything one is supposed not to lose in duty.
Everything attractive in business provokes lust to lose
One's mind, money and energy in the time precious.
Mechanical life with animal heart makes life artificial
And natural life nobody knows to live and love indeed!
Intellect dominates instinct though nature controls still
Making life meaningless in the profit- loss material world!
poem by Ramesh T A
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A Muse About A Great Love
I would sit on the moon and and shower down the stars
If it could make you love me, I would jump from Earth to Mars
I would gather all the clouds in the sky for you to rest your head
Just to hear I love you, spoken and said
I would climb the tallest mountain, and scream your name
Echoing all over the world just for you to acclaim
My love is so intense it burns deeply into my heart
Oh love please never leave, never let your love depart
My Angel I'll be waiting forever, for you to return my love
On bended knees I pray to that you will be mine, from above
I will wait for all eternity, and I know I must have you
I pray sometime before I expire, all my dreams will finally come through!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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These Poems These Songs This Beauty This Life
THESE POEMS THESE SONGS THIS BEAUTY THIS LIFE
These poems these songs this beauty this life-
All that I hear inside me
And have heard from others
Through years of listening-
All that I take with me inside
As if it were forever mine
The songs I have learned and love
The poems I recite in my soul
Without even trying to-
All this like the dust
Like the air
Will vanish when I go
And the song of my soul
Will be
As blank as the silence
Of a page never written on.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Fengshui of the Face
there are two magic
lakes to hold people dear
so that they soak up
the warmth of your hearts
this is fengshui of
the windows of your soul
look straight into
the lakes of theirs too
- with respect and honour -
and they will reflect to you
how much they hold you dear
fengshui of the wind
it comes from the cave
that transmits the voice of
your passions
in it are treasures
you can share with the world,
your words, your poems,
your knowledge
all carried in the winds
to the ones you love
the hill is where where you can
gather the scents of the
ins and outs of the world
let all the goodwill of the
world reverberate over the lakes
amplify in the cave so that it
echoes throughout the hill
show your love for all
with a great smile
it will light up the lake
fill the cave with songs
and the hill rolling with flowers
smile, smile for the world
show your love for the world
and it will surely love you back
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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American Soldier's Love Poem = 2012
Darling I love you with all of my heart and soul
Much more than any of God's blessings on Earth.
It's hard to believe Heaven planned it this way
For your love for me is far beyond my worth.
Life would be meaningless without your love
With no one to cherish, honor, protect and provide.
I treasure our moments and all that we share
You're always my angel of love, at my side.
I love how you love me beyond all compare
I've never seen anyone so wonderful so long.
I can't help but love you absolutely and completely
For every time I think of you my heart sings a song.
Every night before sleep I say thank you to Heaven
For the past day I was allowed to love you and serve.
And if I awake I say thank you once more
For God has blessed me far beyond what I deserve.
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Love -the false saint
I am
so sick
of so many
poems and songs
full of love as in fact
there is none a bit of'' take''
can make you hate so much as
deep as a bit of ‘'give'' can make
you rise high in love, disrespects are not
allowed till it falls out as much as respect
demands before fall in it as we can be
so much unfaithful as much as we
can go deep in love as much as
we can believe to disbelieve
each other till we can
sing sweet songs
hiding
the intension as it will die as soon as unintentional truth
will come out from the wallet of us praising the saint love
who is in deep meditation to satiate his own greed and lust.
copyright @2012
poem by Abdul Wahab
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The poems I love
There are poems that I envy,
poems that I admire and respect,
poems that simply sing to me,
poems that I puzzle over…
but the poems I most love -
they may be jewelled and adorned
with adjectives and adverbs,
similes and metaphors, (but
they must be enlightening, relevant,
making mind and heart to expand
in sheer exhilaration)
or they may be so quietly, humbly carpentered
that they say, I’m simply here to serve you…
but they all say to me with
shining eyes, as if
the world made new in that moment,
‘Yes, I was there!
Join me there! ’
and their ‘there’ is here and now
and as great as the universe
and the heart that yearns.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Deceased Poets Of Nature
Such beautiful poems to Nature they did write
The poetry we love for to read and recite
May they rest in peace now where-ever they lay
The deceased poets of Nature their poems live today
They glorified Nature and her praises they sung
And though they may be long dead their poems remain young
the poets of the land and the poets of the sea
In their beautiful poetry their greatness we do see
Their poems and their songs I loved as a boy
And their poems and their songs I will always enjoy
The beauty of Nature they did celebrate
And beauty in their words they loved to create.
Great insights of Nature from them we did gain
The beauty of their words with us does remain
We loved them for their poems in decades long gone
The deceased poets of Nature their poems living on.
poem by Francis Duggan
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There Are No Poems In The Land Of The Dead
THERE ARE NO POEMS IN THE LAND OF THE DEAD
There are no poems in the land of the dead
No songs-
The dead do not sing and do not write poems-
Relatives friends perhaps come,
Perhaps pray perhaps say their poems
But the dead do not hear-
They cannot really hear any more-
There are no poems in the land of the dead,
And no songs either.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Sons and Daughters
my poems are my children
sons and daughters
each with own characters
to travel to the far distance
to cheer up the world
places i never would
have chance to ever have fun in
treat them well if they do touch
your heart with their words
play with them, dance and
sing with them as these are his forte
words, rhythm and a sincere heart
his only means for friendship
if not, send them back to mel
send them back to me so that
i can hear from them all the
less than savoury adventures
they had in foreign shore
so that i can think about
putting more colours into
them or send them into another
land where there are more
appreciative souls
that like them
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Critics Have Appeared
critics have appeared
in these cyber times
hunting for poems
and passing wise words
on poems they swallow in seconds
and whose comments are like puke;
and whose own gems of poems when you seek
it turns out, they have not published any
at the very poetry portals where they pass such magnificent judgment…
O Ye Critics who hunt for poems
come back another day
when you have poems some of your very own…
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Oh The Poems
OH THE POEMS AND THE POEMS AND THE POEMS
Oh the poems and the poems and the poems
Oh the love of Literature
Oh all that stuff
I have given my life to-
Words and meanings and feelings
Pages and pages and pages –
What it is all this literary life for?
When out the window out the door
With our eyes we see in an instant other worlds other dreams?
I don’t know and I will never know
And Literature is certainly far more than I can say it is-
Oh the poems and this poem and this day turning grey
And all my life old and old and more old and more old-
Oh why oh why oh why
And always back to God
My last rescue and refuge and escape
I who have read so much Great Literature
And can only write this-
Oh the why and the oh oh oh and the words
And the whole world of Literature
I would belong to and do not.
Oh the words oh the world oh the Literature
Oh God help me please can’t you please help me a little or not?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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We Celebrate Silence
I write to you only
In poetry now
Letters are useless
Our poems contain
All the silence between us
Wherein we remain
Poems are the songs
Of church morning bells
Lyrics are scriptures
Of soft evening rain
The choruses ring
On the craters and hills
In echo, again and again
We make love and listen
We laugh when it's funny
No judgments to sweeten in
Vaseline and honey
We never use words
Language is absurd
For transactions of touch
Where blood rises unheard
Now we celebrate silence
It causes no fuss
Love and only Love
We will let speak for us
And with all time erased
Your hands recall my face
And kisses speak to you
In every quiet place.
poem by Frank Bana
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Poems About Poems About Poems
Poems about poems about poems-
More poems and more poems and more poems-
Poems poems poems poems poems-
How many poems?
How much poetry
Until there is no poetry at all?
But only 'words' and 'words' and 'words'
Until one goes far away
Where there was never a poem before-
And suddenly hears
“Let there be Light”.
And Poetry perhaps
Is born again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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431 To A Friend Who Died As Poet
I Have Seen The Power Of Your Poems
Those That
Make The Blind See
The Mute Finally Speaking About Beauty
The Deaf Hearing The Songs Of Love
And The Crippled Finally Dancing To The
Rhythm Of Your
Lines
I Am Amazed And So Convinced
About The Magic Of The Poems That You Wrote
When You Were Once Alive
Before They Buried You On A Shallow Grave
With Their Anger
And Hatred
They Were Not Able To Cut
Your Tongue And Tear Your Mouth
And Break The Bones
Of The Body Of
Your Poetry
Now Let Me Ask You
If These Poems Come From
The Deepest Chamber Of Your Heart
Are Its Roots Your Pains And Unfathomable Sorrows
Or Is It Grown From The Seeds Of
Your Bliss
That When Summer Comes They Bloom Into
Sunflowers?
I See You In Your Images Smiling
And I Can Hear That Suppressed Laughter
On The Lake On A Clear Morning
What Is This All About My Friend?
Tell Me, For They Do Not Like
My Sadness Neither Do They Share
My Joys And Happiness
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Was Away From The Poems
I was away from the Poems
I could not hear them within myself -
There were many sounds
Many different kinds of words
And speakers and ranters and shouters
And all kinds of false music also
And even beautiful music and prayer-
But there were no poems
I could hear no poems
And within myself suddenly there came such ‘longing’
And such ‘anxiety’-
‘Where is the Poem? And where can I possibly be if there is none?
And how can I find it again? ’
And all I needed I thought was some long long long silence
Some being alone and away
Some forever waiting to hear
Some listening to the true voice
And then somehow somehow the Poems would come again –
And here here here it is now
The poem
Quiet and sure and happy and light and singing
As if it were the one music God wanted me to hear
And repeat always as if it truly were mine and yours
Dear imagined reader,
Alone.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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