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Once thither was an ordinary town, ordinary life & an ordinary man
Peter his name and his wifey Rosanne
I wonder those days how love survived?
His dram brick house & a few chinks in a can.
A day of labour with skin burnt to tan
Reality surfac'd when struggles of life began
No longer the lovely skin, time couldst not be bribed?
Once thither was an ordinary town, ordinary life & an ordinary man.
Cheap food, handmade robe, nay meiny to fan
No ego, nay jealousy, working together in the plan
No paint'd faces 'r artifice and yet their love thrived?
Love - a soulful existence today cozen'd and lied.
No riches nay leisure but an amicable life-span
Once thither was an ordinary town, ordinary life & an ordinary man.
Peter & Rosanne
© Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, 26 JULY, 2015
English Rondeau
The English Rondeau in its classical 16th-century 15-line form with a rentrement(aabba–aabR–aabbaR)
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When Passions don’t depend
On the cards dealt in hand
Then the eyes need no permissions
To dream a dream in creation
When the thunderstorms of love strikes the heart
Neither the world nor religion can do us apart
Of this love although there are many parameters
Often misunderstood this divine love of the creator
Your kisses no more knock the doors of my memory
Ships of our love now rest in this heart’s oceanic crematory
I used to be complacent thinking you to be mine
Now I am not even me, so changed the time.
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REAL WORLD BY PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA
PULKIT MOHANSINGLA
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LIFE CHANGING
ARTICLES
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COMING SOON
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Attempting to mend, trying to merge.Misunderstood; Struck down. A surge.Labels, stamps, and senseless brands
belong on jeans. I'm still a man.Just like the next. Problems of sorts.
Screaming out loud: help me change course!Where that road lead, was outta my league.Mislead by the blind, corruption, and greed.
Maniacal thoughts as they come to mind.Reassigned destination, a U-turn sign.Direction is lost. Navigation has failed.
Remain on track, or left derailed.More than one way, in which, where to go.
Between right and wrong, we all should know.Temptation and plights of disregard.
Another wrong way; Difficult, not hard.This battle not mine, but sure to conquer.
Change in direction. Short on time; Don't have muchlonger.
Poem © John Armenta 2015
ATTEMPTING TOMEND
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W h e r e w o u l d t h e y b eI n a l l t h e i r b e a u t y
S w a y i n g g e n t l y i n f i e l d o f d r e a m sW i t h o u t t h e p o l l i n a t i o n b u z z
S p r e a d i n g s e e dW h i l e i n t h e i r o w n c a u s eS u c h a s m a l l l i t t l e d e e d
F r o m t h e t i n y w o r k e r b e e sT h a t a l l l i f e d e p e n d s a n d n e e d s
S o m e t h i n g s o s m a l l ,h a r d t o b e l i e v eW i t h o u t t h e m ,
t h e f i e l d s w o u l d l a y w i t h e r e d .D r y r e s e m b l a n c e o f i t u s e t o b e .
A s h a d o w y g r a v e ;t o w a l k t h r o u g h i n r e m e m b r a n c e
W h e r e t h e h e a d s t o n e s o f p e t a l s l a y ,w i t h w o r d s o f n i h i l i t y .
D o w e g l o r i f y o u r i n c o m p e t e n c e ?I s t h e r e a n e e d ?
HEADSTONES OFPETALS
Poem © UInk Poetry
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You know what I meanwhen I shiver in your arms.
You know what I meanwhen you look at meand my eyes are brighter than the stars.
You know what I meanwhen I whisper your nameat dawn or at nightfall.
You know what I meanwhen I softly bite my lipsand in the next second they touch yours in a warm kisson the back of your neck.
I know you know what I mean.
So...I hardly need wordsto let you know,that I love you,that I want you,that I need youlike the air that I breathe.
You know what I mean...
I meanthat I'm your soulmateand soul mates just knowbecause they just feel.
SOUL
MATES
Poem © Graça Costa, 2015
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TheGoldenChain
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Jaded and irked,With a trapped wrath,The fragments of hurt,Bombarding within,Breached is the dignity,The agony, like a volcano,Waiting to erupt;
She was born a flower,And fights the thorns,The exasperation stays,And ache sways,She scuffles the isolation,A pathetic state,Of oppression and forlorn,Staggering and prodigious,They would be forevermore,The throes untold!
THE THROES UNTOLD….
Poem © Shilpa Sandesh
SHILPA SANDESH
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I sat watching people,at an international airport,
as I often do.I was facing a young stud!
The brilliant blonde cascadewas going to catch Casanova’s eyes
as she approached from his backside!she glided by
crossing legs as though on a Paris runwaythe splendor of life dancing a ballet about the periphery
his midnight shades hiding the peeringbefore the blazing sun
beauty transfixes until out of site and then somerating 20/20 or even better 20/15, if not, laser
sweet baby blues to seductive emerald greensportholes to the soulbut his were hidden
a repulsion torqued his head away,the carotid pulsing like a beacon
his body oscillating like a worm on a hookpierced to the heart
a little crippled girl trailed in to the scenefour eyes, two saucers magnified reality
six legs, titanium twigs and danglesCasanova was caught in a severe brainstorm
disgust raging!
EYES (INSIDE OUTSIDE)Poem © kevin l olson, 2006
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Poem © kevin l olson, 2006
however, you could see life in her eyeswanting for what’s around the next corner,
to be freehandicap defined,
not realizedfor the dance of life was just beginning
the hideousness projected in his mind’s eyes,it rolled his head like gravity for impact
spirit full of adventure,to young to recognize the symptoms of blind eyes
heart full of love and warmthhis posture sighed relief at her departure,
the physical is out of sightblind eyes segregate on presentation
eyes,your eyes,see what?
Outside or Inside?
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I am who I am, down the road I kick the cana little boy thrives in my soul, where goes a man
though my wisdom may change, I know where I beganI'm in touch with love, it is part of my grand plan
I am who I am, in my roots abide my clanin the laws of nature I find what I can spanwith imagination I dream beyond my scan
with creativity I build worlds, I am PanI am who I am, I tease the girls, make them cry
hold them tight, look into their eyes and make them sighacting like a monkey, on karma to rely
talking naughty, seeking depths of their soul, chi pieI am who I am, I've outgrown being too shy
though I'm alone most of the time, I remain wrymy word is my bond, nature - my natural high
love is my safeguard, billowy clouds bring it nighI am who I am, in silence I grow more bold
seeing the winds of change, like pottery to moldI grow in wisdom, in reverie I will hold
in tune with nature, I don't need a pot of goldI am who I am, my future, mine to remold
by the grace of energies, my life will unfoldby my will power, warmth and love I will enfold
my history writ in stone, though yet not foretold.
I AM WHO I AM
Poem © February 15, 2013 by PBM
By PATRICK MICHAEL
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I wished to be truly free,from catacombs that enslaved me,
all memories and desires,even that which eyes could not see.
Venturing deep into the conscience,feeling all the hatred and pain,
meeting narcissism and ego,flushing them all away.
A divine path opened,the unknown welcomed me.
Making friends of my demons,my destiny I could foresee.
It lied in searching the shadows,for meaning to this empty shell,
indulging in the abstract,finding what’s beyond these mortal realms.
An eternal void,discovered in the mausoleum of silence,
by the gratification of emptiness,and foregoing the absurdity of what it means to be complete.
Deeper and deeper,the inner spiral went.
Following the darkness, letting go,true freedom in recompense.
Poem © - Shayne Colaco July, 2015
MAUSOLEUM OF SILENCE
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©
DIL KI BAAT JUBAN PER LAKER AFSAANA KOI BANAYE KYON:::HAL-E- DIL DUNYA KO SUNA KAR DARD-E-DIL BADAAYEN KYON:::
ZAJBAAT JGAA KE DIL MEIN PHIR UNKO BULAYEN KYON:::JO CHALE DIL TODE KAR UNSE RISHTA BANAYEN KYON:::
JAB CHAAH NAHI RAHI MILNE KI TOU RAAH MEIN DEEYE JALAYENKYON:::
WAQAT -E- RUKSAT AA GYA AB DIL. GHABRAAYE KYON :::PAYAA NAHI JISE HAM NE KABHI, AB DHOND NE USKO JAYEN KYON
::::RAAH MEIN ................KYON. *ASHA*
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I reflectsometimes
how many livesI live
one for myselfone for the societyone for the parentsone for the friends
one for the loved onesand I don't knowhow many more.
I switch the selveslike I switch the clothes
different occasionsuitable attire.
always few questionslingers in my mind
like a wily ghost betaalwho am I?
what am I?am I really I
who I believe to be.or something else?
evenafter longracking, my brain
as alwaysanswers to the occasion.
Poem © Nikhil Shetty, 2015
BEHIND MANY A MASK
NIKHIL SHETTY
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Those jealous of you,those who say you never can..
Dogs are they,in the form of a man !!!
They aren't your buddies,Evil is their trait...
The title of this poem is :Their tail is never straight !!!
When you become happy,they are sad from inside..
they'll praise you in the front,But backbites from your side...
When you walk on the water,they'll say you can't swim...they put their whole effort,
to make your voice dim...
To make you feel down,ever-charged is their battery..Their best means for success,is the dirty,rubbish flattery..
THEIR TAIL IS NEVERSTRAIGHT
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Poem © Deepanshu Gabba 2015
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For little things,they are madas a shit is for a hog..
they think this is the world,as the well for a frog.
You'll say they're big rascals,For their destruction,you'll wait...Don't think they'll change because
Their tail is never straight !!!
Sometimes you'll think to,look at their good aspect.But you'll forget all this,
when not given respect !!!
Their words and their actions,make your mind restless...
If you fight with those jerks,it'll hinder your progress...
If you look at demonic traits,the range is very wide..
Don't go for the revenge,and let the God decide !!!
Be always good to them,give them Love instead of Hate,Be calm and just smile because,
Their tail is never straight !!!
Poem © Deepanshu Gabba 2015
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minutesmere meaningless gazefocused on nothingbut motionlessmemorieswhile his handglides slowlycaressesthe empty canvas
he risesfrom the seatwalks towardsthe old wooden shadesthat lock outthat perfectnorthern lightbefore noon
in silent contemplationthe brushes dyedcollectedin a tin cancolorless dilutedtoday feelsjust as lostspent in thoughtleft in frameless timewanderingwithout his muse
Poem©
inkstitution | inkinthewell 2015
"TU ME MANQUES"
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Las gandurile mele vantuluiSpre tine sa le duca
Peste albastre oceanePline de valuri inspumate
Pe aripile pasarilorFara sa stii am pus
Fire subtiri de dragosteSa-ti cosi din ele dor
Soarelui ii dau un zambetAtunci cand te-ntalneste
Sa nu te arda amarnicUsor pielea sa ti-o coloreze
Luna cu straluciri de astreImi fura visul noptilor albastre
Si ti-l aduce tie intr-o clipaLasandu-ma fara visare
Orice as da sau cat de multOricarui astru sau chiar vantDoar ploaia stie cum se face
Din fiecare picur , mare de dragoste
MARE DE DRAGOSTE
Poem" -© by Dafinoiu Mirela7/18/2015
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Twilights dawn on mountain dewsStroll two lovers, hands embracedTo sit apon a precipice, eyes ensnaredThey reminisce
Laughter, tears, hidden fearsHonesty and loveFloats to each others ears
Thoughts conveyed without a wordTo drift within the morning huesTheir spirits lift, one anothers blues
They do not see with mortal eyeEach face is seen with touch aloneWith filled hearts their loyalty deepAs deep as bone
Of conscious realms they wont abideThey meander on loves fantasy ride
True love, resides in multiple placesIts scars left on hands, armsAnd tender faces
They stand to leave that precipiceWith longing breaths, fingers entwinedTo stroll once more, those eyes now blind
To see no moreOther to crash aponA lovers shore
Poem © J.Griffin 2015
A HIGHER PLACE....
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You are my bittersweetmy should not
but I just can't help myself
My missing puzzle pieceand yet
not at all
You are carved from an entirely different jigsaw
You and Icould never fit!
Not without reshaping ourselvesand everyone around usnot without cutting out
painfullyparts
of our very own souls
Yet...why does that knife still glint in your eye
awakening a darklingnearly dead
place within mewhich, craves stimulation
life?
Do I reallyso badly
need to bleed?
Even...when I know the pain caused
would be so devastatingly unbearable
MY BITTERSWEETPoem © Debbie Razey
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A festering woundwhich, could never heal
a sicknesswhich, would erode my soul
A deep scarwhich, would disfigure
both myself and my loved onesfor life
No!
You are merely an innocentyet selfish
"what could have been" love
A handsome bound bookwhich, beckons for me to open
to peruse its enchanting narrativeto purvey its unread alluring plot
to experiencebut only within my mind
An illusionan unobtainable ideal
a prayer for an antidote to a broken heart
A happily evernever
a nevereverever!
An "if only I knew then, what I know now"
A secret of the heartwhich belongs to only me
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A guilty pleasure that makes my dayeven when I promise myself
that I willand must ignore
By youI have even been marginalised and mislead
lead into a melancholic state of moroseof near mind-altering madness
Timeand time again
I have ridden your wavesto my own destruction
I have been swept up in your sultry surfallowing your patter
to wash away my painand the sense of being
so overwhelminglyalone!
I have felt your empty words fill methe swell
as your tidedrew all its fickle
frivolousaffection
towards my shores
But...for those blissful moments
your waves of wordssoothed
my parchedand fragile
needful sands
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I felt lovedwantedneededcravedadored!
As thenyou made me your moon
Your life giveryour saviour
your sanctuary
I felt intrinsically the sheer pull between us
Ah...but alas
it is all in my headand perhaps my heart
it also plays its part
No!
You arejust a beautiful daydream
a mirage to my unquenchable thirsta figment of my fertile imagination
my Lokimy tormentor
MY...bittersweet!
My internal deafening screamwhich can never
be heard!
Poem © Debbie Razey
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