Poles Apart?
…poles apart ? ? ?
A poem by Sivan PG Menon
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Poles, diverse…
Away…Distant…..
Draws …. One to one..…
conscience …Universal …
Earth…. its axis, an ardent vision…
Spins…
Infuses light …. Darkness….seasons’…..
In furious jolts …
Virulent high tides …and low ones…
…sea changes… Eerie calm…..awe inspiring …
Nature, sublime..
Guides….
Mentor…creator and the destructor….
*‘ Srishti.. Sthithi.. Samhara’….
Motives, never revealed....
As in man … ‘poles apart’
But…act Balancing ! ! ! ! !
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Sivan PG Menon
3rd Aug 2008
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•Srishti.Sthithi. Samhara.
•Indian mythological elements on Creation.Existence. Destruction
poem by Sivan P.G Menon
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The 'nuclear'... dilemma...
! ! ! ! ...the ' nuclear '...dilemma...
a poem by Sivan PG Menon
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Life embroiled in crisis manifold…
Tech-driven …net worked …anonymity
Screen agers…
Passionless robot’s…..? ? ?
De linked with the Past, Present an illusion..
Cob-Webbed Future, gripping disillusionment..…
Diminishing Family ties….
Enveloped ‘nuclear’ upbringing…
Lost identity of relation ship….
Miniaturization to micro-chip….
Children yet another ‘nucleus’…insensitive to life…..
Human bonds… …Dispensable
Relations redundant… as…
Graying befalls….. Old is obsolete...? ? ? ?
Asylums for our own dear and near ones….
An unceremonious farewell ….
To souls, that nurtured us …
In tombs for deserted…
Emerging global concept ‘…
All that glitters is..Money...Power...and Arsenals of hatred
Reveling in chemistry....’Nuclear’
Alas! ! ! Hiroshima…we are yet to learn….
Unmindful….of the past…
A Holocaust supersedes…another…catastrophic! ! ! !
poem by Sivan P.G Menon
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Ode to my Dad & Mom
Poem by...Sivan PG Menon
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…an ode to my ‘dad and mom’
I don’t remember the day,
I toddled on to this 'space...vast..
How I knelt and jerked to reach
the stars and the sky, still a myth.
I wonder, how I learned walking
And talked to ‘mom and dad’.
It still surprises me,
I could chirp like the sparrows,
And imitate the humming birds.
Blessed am I to have the green woods,
the mountains, the gushing springs,
the lush green farms,
the swaying Daffodils,
and a ‘Strong willed dad & mom’
LIFE did take my tiny finger
As it yearned to be held…
As it cherished to be lead…
Through the serpentine realms of destiny,
I clung to them…in the middle…hand in hand.
The quest to reach the star lit sky
Planets so far…and puzzling…
Blue seas …deep and mysterious
I craved to unravel the truth,
befriended me from birth.
Thoughts masculine …enriched me
virtues feminine, nurtured me
emboldened me to wade ahead
‘more than a dad’….. He is to me.
‘more than a mom’…. She is to me.
Remember, the invaluable are invisible,
do not surface, like the pearl, hidden deep.
Embedded are they in my ‘dad & mom’
So deep. …deep in their inner soul…..shining,
an eternal bliss, divine…
a courage inspires me to dive deep,
excavate the hidden treasure,
that lies in them beyond the shores of relationship,
in the oceanic depth of LOVE & ESTEEM.
a fortune immortal…
an ethereal spirit awakens…rekindles…,
upholds a truth…Yes! mom & dad….
true to its form and splendor
like the scores of expressions NATURE transcends
strengthens my belief in LIFE and… Today, I am…what I am….
poem by Sivan P.G Menon
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Mid path
Right and wrong are two poles apart,
Between which we prefer living,
Often around the equator,
Poles being too hard to adapt to.
08.07.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Twin tism
bonds entwined
between two poles:
a sad pole,
a mirthful pole
the sad rubs off on the
joyful, the mirthful
colours the sad pole
a scintillating interaction
springs to life. in my eyes
the poles always stay
connected - like two
dissimilar twins.
but
kid myself not. these
work on electricity
a silent gleam of thunder
visible only to the
discerning eye.
alas:
.power cut! the ravishing
bolt fell flat. And so the twin
poles found each other no
more. sad but true. This i
observed with my cherished
companions.
poem by Michael Witkowski
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I seemed to vow to myself that some day I would go to the region of ice and snow and go on and on till I came to one of the poles of the earth, the end of the axis upon which this great round ball turns.
quote by Ernest Shackleton
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Words
WORDS are but passing symbols of the deep
Crying unto deep in individual souls.
And men are words on the great voice that rolls
Through Nature, since that morn when from their sleep
The elements heard, and they who vigil keep
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On Heaven's battlements, to distant poles
Re-echoed, "Let light be!"—such voice as tolls
The birth and death of all who laugh or weep.
Not uniform, but in a wondrous plan,
Each diverse from his fellows, symbol each
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Of varying thought in the eternal mind.
Now at the feet of every age of man
We sit and learn. Haply, in perfect speech
Its voice will be God's message to our kind.
poem by Frederick George Scott
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Storm
storm yesterday afternoon
knock down pine trees
damaging flowers
telephone poles
electric poles
shake the pillars ad
colorful neon lights
people in the streets shivering
cold
tremble
hunger
everyth ing becomes chaos
Sad heart
when many women
and the children crying
poem by Prasetya Utama
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The Power Of Forgiveness
the soul contains many qualities
The character of man and his vagaries
But the most important quality of man
is the power to forgive a sin
earth is a world of ups and downs
it brings joy and it brings frowns
but life on earth teaches an important thing
t'is the power to forgive a sin
as age goes by, as time races on
as generations die and new ones are born
if you ever learn the last thing, it must be
the power to forgive a sin
Rishi Menon,13 years
poem by Rishi Menon
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The Big One
I watched two people fishing,
one August day at the lake,
the sun was shining brightly,
as I began to bake.
I found an old oak tree,
to sit under and glare,
I watched these two for hours,
with their fishing poles high in the air.
They talked about the old times,
as they tried for their feast,
they were hoping for the big one:
a fish known as 'The Beast'.
I watched them be patient,
casting again and again in the water,
the fish were just not biting,
as the day got hotter and hotter.
Into the evening they cast their poles,
but no cast was better than the one before,
they packed up their gear and headed for home,
as my day continued-under the oak by the shore.
poem by George Aul
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A Good Knight In Prison
Wearily, drearily,
Half the day long,
Flap the great banners
High over the stone;
Strangely and eerily
Sounds the wind's song,
Bending the banner-poles.
While, all alone,
Watching the loophole's spark,
Lie I, with life all dark,
Feet tether'd, hands fetter'd
Fast to the stone,
The grim walls, square-letter'd
With prison'd men's groan.
Still strain the banner-poles
Through the wind's song,
Westward the banner rolls
Over my wrong.
poem by William Morris
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In Prison
Wearily, drearily,
Half the day long,
Flap the great banners
High over the stone;
Strangely and eerily
Sounds the wind's song,
Bending the banner-poles.
While, all alone,
Watching the loophole's spark,
Lie I, with life all dark,
Feet tether'd, hands fetter'd
Fast to the stone,
The grim walls, square-letter'd
With prison'd men's groan.
Still strain the banner-poles
Through the wind's song,
Westward the banner rolls
Over my wrong.
poem by William Morris
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My request for you
We are in the middle of this dark
World,
You and I, too distant
Like poles of the earth
Too silent
Like the deepest floor of the
Sea
Let me ask you for your hands
So I may hold them
Like the sweet flowers of our
Youth
Let me take you to the light
Beyond us
That my father left me once
Before he left
To another world
Let me be beside you
And feel you
In the middle of this darkness
You and I
Together let us move towards
The light
Let me ask for your hands
That I may hold them again
Feel the warmth of my hands
Hear the beating of my heart
Let me tell you again and again
I love you so much
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Cinema Show
Home from work our juliet
Clears her morning meal.
She dabs her skin with pretty smells
Concealing to appeal.
I will make my bed,
She said, but turned to go.
Can she be late for her cinema show?
Romeo locks his basement flat,
And scurries up the stair.
With head held high and floral tie,
A weekend millionaire.
I will make my bed
With her tonight, he cries.
Can he fail armed with his chocolate surprise?
Take a little trip back with father tiresias,
Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through.
I have crossed between the poles, for me theres no mystery.
Once a man, like the sea I raged,
Once a woman, like the earth I gave.
But there is in fact more earth than sea.
Take a little trip back with father tiresias,
Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through.
I have crossed between the poles, for me theres no mystery.
Once a man, like the sea I raged,
Once a woman, like the earth I gave.
But there is in fact more earth than sea.
song performed by by Genesis
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Sorry Mom
I'm sorry Mom, I'm sorry Mom
I must apologize for I'm wrong
I'm sorry Mom, I'm sorry Mom
I need a chance to be strong
I'm sorry Mom, I'm sorry Mom
I'm sorry I got bad remarks
But I really want to play and dream
and hate anything thats routine
I'm sorry Mom, I'm sorry Mom
I'll wake up on time, I know the rule
do my homework and study hard
once I'm back from school
I'm sorry Mom, I'm sorry Mom
I'm just learning the ways
Of what is good and what is bad
and making choices in stead
I'm sorry Mom, I'm sorry Mom
I'll never disappoint you,
I'll try ever harder not to
Yeah, its true, Yeah, its true.
Rishi Menon,11 years.
poem by Rishi Menon
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Unity -Part 5- Light
The four elements give way to more great,
As Light shine's it's wisdom among the lands.
Casting away the darkness,
And showing the path.
Fire burns and gives source to Light,
Water bends and guides Light,
Air gives companionship, and company to Light,
And Earth is visibly revealed with that Light.
The greatness floods throughout the souls,
of Human's on the Earth,
and the prosperity lives on.
Eternity.
poem by Zander William Pearson
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To Support A World
we must be two opposite
poles
repelling one another
to support
a world
distant apart
we maintain a certain space
where we can
be strong...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Finale
The great star Eta Carinae reclines,
spine scarce inclined from the galactic plane.
Polar axis ominously aligns
along a Milky Way star-studded vein.
If predictions hold, the star will implode
and explode with rare hypernova force.
A black hole will dwell where the core once glowed.
Poles, a double-barrelled gamma-ray source.
Good luck to any civilization
which lies in their atmosphere-strafing path.
May they escape the first conflagration
and far-reaching pumped X-ray aftermath.
Our galaxy hums with fun, thrills and strife,
the arbitrary adventures of Life!
ETA CARINAE
Eyes
Turn to
Argo's keel,
Carina's stars.
Awash with hot zeal,
Raging behemoths spar.
Inside an effluvial
Nebula, a luminous blue
Avatar cedes to gravity's heel.
Eyes turn to Argo's keel, Carina's stars.
41° LUCKY
Ten thousand light years-
a safe distance from the poles.
Our view is oblique.
Earth to Eta Carinae-
Seven thousand, six hundred.
poem by Diane Hine
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What is a Grandfather?
What is a Grandfather?
A Friend, a confidant, and a mentor
That is what a Grandfather is.
Call him Grandfather, Grandpa, or even Pappy.
Just a thought of him and your heart is happy
A kindly face and snow-white hair
In his gentle eyes there is no disappointment
There is no despair
A whisper, a smile and secrets to share
A bond that is beyond compare
Fishing poles and bedtime stories.
Dressing as Santa, or even the Easter bunny
Hidden pockets full of money
JPM 1/21/2008
High living and high thinking are poles apart.
quote by B.J. Gupta
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Sonnet: Nature Un-harnessed
Human Beings can’t control wind and sea,
The earth’s spin and whatever it may be;
The magnetic effects of sun and star,
And of planets and galaxies afar.
Nor can he control the rain that befalls,
On the sand dunes in the desert that walls;
The water that flows from mountains so high,
Men and animals that suddenly die!
Nor the newly-formed sands of the seas-shores;
The earthquakes and active volcanoes;
Nor the dew-drops that dot every leaf/frond;
Nor the tad-poles that come out of a pond.
Men can harness Nature to some degree;
Nature’s a Giant for infinity.
poem by John Celes
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