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LET MANY BOOKS COME by Gupta, Probir
Cheers to Books by Rajendran, Suraj
The Room of Books Waits by Yates, Bill
Books Without Index by Roy Choudhury, Pradipta
BOOKS OF THE BIBLE OLD TESTAMENT by Yant, Daisy Marie
An hourglass on books by The literature lover, Sneha RV

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Simple Words For Simple People

If I had a pretentious brain which acts faster than my heart Maybe then,I would abhore this soul which spreads freely through each verse Maybe then I would impress you with my intellectual grammar and sophisticated words I would scrutunize each and every coma dot and exclamationmark believing I know best But I would never let that happen I'd rather stay at bay Writing firstly with my mind and not my heart leads only to an asylium within the being of myself Poetry is my voice,my shadow The sacred shrine of great escape Each stored emotion processed within a yesterday Poetry is the inner of my existence breathing softly,bleeding deeply exploding in death,love passion and romance In every verse a whisper a thought that I would scribe of a silent cry expressed Maybe in a tomorrow you might pass by me Tread your footstep on my ink and spit saliva in my face But maybe in a today a broken -hearted fool stops by to find comfort in my world Maybe a prisoner,a tramp an insane soul or outcast would pick these scattered scribbles and gather them as whole Maybe through each criss-crossed puzzle finds a narrow passage which leads his faith to home Maybe a little child whose blissful giggles depends on little words would turn the dusty pages of silly rhymes I penned Rhymes which know the moons stars,faries,and the magic land Rhymes which know each fantasy and how to be a friend And maybe He would smile Maybe He would laugh Maybe He would dream Maybe He would grow up to write the most eloquent sonnet there has ever been Or maybe He would grow up to write simple words just like me about daises or dandelions and expressions to be free

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Giggles and Splashes

I had waited for you seemingly forever
So long did it take before you were to come into my life
But in so many ways you had always been there

Your hair so white more than once people 
Said that you glowed
Your eyes blue gray 
Soft but piercing. 

In the spring we’d plant flowers and you quite the digger
Would never tire of ‘replanting’ oh the control God blessed 
Me with that summer

On the porch we would swing and sing until my throat would be sore
And still Id manage one more
Lavender Blue, You Are My Sunshine, Red River Valley
I can still hear the wee small voice

In the summer under the big maple the front walk
Would flood and we’d run back and forth barefooted and splashing
Your face, pure joy, your eyes animated, your smile so wide
And those cheeks I could tweak them right now
Is there any better sound than giggles and splashes

Autumn we would take long walks and picnics down in the woods
And sit on a fallen tree. We’d find ants and worms and spiders and rescue the most
Precious of treasures. Feathers, milkweed fuzz, acorns, so much
Bounty for the taking. We’d bring them home and glue them
On paper or cardboard or make touch books

Winter oh please let’s have snow for winter. Snowmen
And snow forts, snow balls and mmmm snow cream. 
I remember the look on your face at your first bite as
If you had just made magic. 

We read books by the fire, books and more books
Then you would touch my lips and ask me to 
Read one with my mouth, which meant to make
Up one just for you.

You have been blessed with intelligence
You have an uncanny ability to fix things 
You’ve never seen before
Your sense of humor can put me away
Until I beg you to stop
You have a sense of logic beyond your years
You will sit on the floor for hours and build block towers for babies
Most importantly my son
You have been blessed for an unquenchable thirst for God’s own heart

At eighteen our time together will be changing but sitting here
I remember the words from a book we used to sing to each other

“I’ll love you forever 
I’ll like you for always
As long as I’m living 
My baby you’ll be"

To Noah

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Tanka 1 about Smudged Roses

Now published at tankajournal.com




Inspired by Chris'tanka contest ~Now, for the contest :)

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Eve

Does the past really matter?
 Does it set you free? 
I’m absorbed in the sin,
That is surrounding him and me. 

Lost in the curiosity,
Cold to the touch. 
Drenched in the poison,
With my dignity in his clutch.

Feeling like I was cheated;
I chose the evil instead of light.
I traded in the sunshine,
For what lurks in the night. 

I disobeyed his orders,
I gave up security to be unsure.
I went against the warnings,
Gave into darkness instead of remaining pure.

Once my bed was made of soft grass,
But now it is made of stone.
Was plump from all of the luscious fruit,
Now I’m starving to the bone. 

My curse is one of circumstance.
The punishment a crime,
I’m stuck inside this dampened cave,
For the rest of time. 
My world came crashing down,
The grief has not subsided.
My heart broke completely,
When my sons collided. 

My misery a token,
From the abandonment I earned.
Upon the time spent in sorrow,
There was a lesson to be learned.

Have I found the moral?
Only in time we shall see,
For all I did was eat an apple-
From the Knowledge tree. 

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"My, Beautiful *Star Light" ~

Seraphic, turbid waves in turgid waters; turning

Amid my spindrift Soul wherein loves tumult rages....

Crashing through this pulsing heart that knowingly craves her ~

Aneath these turquoise tides, which tear burnt pages?!

Washed upon the shore to feed the pyramids pyre

Torn from destined books carving ancient time....

Spirits chanting dreams while dancing in the fire

Captured by the flames of oranges burning; loves sublime ~

Sunrise, now gathering blue horizons to kiss the wrested nights

Waning heavens waving a million reflections left, glittering deep inside....

Astringent embers touching tranquility while as floating through the rougish sky

Seraphic, turbid waves in turgid waters still, only to subside!?

Torn from destined books carving ancient time; this 

My own Aphrodite.... 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

...."My, Beautiful *Star Light" ~

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The Feed

 

(From Lestat, my vampire chronicles poems) Silently the night again by me creeps in... Evoking all these confusing feelings I need to conceal Thoughts and dreams filled of doom, all of sudden begin To change me into this hideous creature I cannot din This thirst for new blood is in me now reveal Silently the night by me creeps in... I live on human blood and that's my curse, my sin Lurking in the shadows to get my next meal Thoughts and dreams filled of doom all of sudden begin All my life dreams had just fade in... Now I'd become this monster I come to repeal Silently the night again by me creeps in... Going for a kill every night again and again Knowing things all the time I cannot reveal Thoughts and dreams filled of doom of sudden begin... I,Louis,doing what I have to, to survive in My life had been sealed with things I have to conceal Silently the night again by me creeps in... Thoughts and dreams filled of doom all of sudden begin... Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 aka ladylove copyright2005 November,30,2014

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FOR THE LOVE OF WORDS

There's nothing better than words
So infatuated I'm Dylan insane
Watching movies is getting wet
Reading books is feeling rain
A thesaurus was my first love 
Same girl, but how she could dress 
You had a word for every feeling
Stole my heart I must confess
Money can get you to places
But it can't take you back in time
But with words I can time travel
Have memories that aren't even mine
Words are the pure picture
From the soul they're conceived 
They're a mirror to the inside
Unless their kidnapped to deceive 
Words can work their magic
Prayed for some and dropped a knee
She responded with a single one
Thanks to words she married me
I've truly lived a sweet life
Never fretted over the little things
As long as I've got love and lyrics
This world of words.. How she sings
Oh, how she sings!

Contest: Pendleton's "For The Love Of Words"
Date: 9-29-14
Poet: LyricMan

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Eerily

"Which one of you books would like to be read?" 
she creepily said, as she titled her head.

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Reading Simic

I tried balancing a bowl of hot oatmeal on my lap and reading his poems in my tired and
worn, green chair.  

On the back cover of a collection, a reviewer wrote “Simic may end a poem with a kiss 
or a bludgeon. “ 
The reader will never know. 

Blackjack Fresno Johnny sent me a big box of books of Simic’s poems. The books were  sent
in a cardboard box inside of another cardboard box, thoughtfully packed. The address label
read:  
To Tom Pitre, Poet. 
It is my first affirmation as a poet.

I am always surprised when I read his work.  Sometimes I think I have my finger on his
secrets, and then it slips away when I read another one.  They are simple. He can write
about an earthworm in the mud, and you will be enchanted.

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haiku

springtime of a life

found in her journal...

pressed flowers



_ _ _ _ _ _ 
3/11/15

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I Saw A Fly

I saw a fly
land and lie
on a page
of my book.
Did he come
to picture look?
Or, read with me
from my book?
I turned the page
and off he flew.
Maybe when you
read your book,
he will come
and take a look.

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An hourglass on books

                                    FOR ANDREA'S CONTEST

  
Books, the paths to worlds that lie beyond our reach, Great, important lessons they do teach - Oh! To sit and read in nooks! On witches and crooks! Man’s best friends - Books Style depends Can be said by mooks - 'They are gold compared to looks’ Deep wonders will be unearthed in each! Books, the paths to worlds that lie beyond our reach. Suggested title - An hourglass of poetry
SYLLABLE COUNT AND RHYME SCHEME CHECKED - (Howmanysyllables.com)

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JIM'S BATHROOM

I can hear him coming
Several times a day
Jim's a bathroom junkie
I'm his favorite hide away

The first thing he does
Is flip on light and fan
Avoiding unpleasant vapors
Its all part of the plan

He sits on the porcelain pony
And gently closes his eyes
Imagines he's James T. Kirk
On the starship Enterprise 

In here, Jim is King
He rests upon the throne
Royalty with no subjects
He rules this Kingdom alone

But there's no threat of being bored
He could stay in here all day
With all the books and the magazines
And a mirror where he flexes away

It's all about the options
In this place of unique charm
Because the truth be known
More times than not, it's a false alarm

It's discovered the "Boss" is missing
I know they'll find him soon
It doesn't take rocket science to know
He's here again.. in Jim's Bathroom.

2-15-14
Contest: Tickle My Funny Bone
Sponsor: Francine Roberts

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the promised land

I look forward to that rising tide
The current has never been so low 
That we sail in style so calm
Rest deepens without panic 
The tweets sweeter than never 
The sun brighter than ever 

Mr sailor how did you stir on course? 
Because i still see us within the radar 
The arrow precisely points our destination 
It has disproved our dissolution 
And reproved our evaluation 

Could we have crossed over the red sea 
Because what i see now seems magical 
Falcons hover randomly above with joy they sing 
I thought it was a myth what they told us 
If we keep course, we'll get to that promised land
We'll bath in milk,roost in honey and bask under the hot supplies

This i saw so real
So sad it's only a dream.

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Illuminating knowledge

Touch Turn page Golden words Inviting you Read
Penned 25 March 2015

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Hero Lover

Hero Lover

Broken for a time it seems she takes a long hard look.
Looking for loves answers in the covers of a book.
She finds the one she must have read one hundred times before.
This time it holds the secrets when she reads it just once more.

Tenderly she reaches up and takes it from its shelf.
Candle light alone at night is how she mends herself.
She reads about the hero who then becomes a lover.
She won’t put it down until she reaches the back cover.

Softly she will close it then as the hurt wells up inside.
Turning loose the cleansing tears she can no longer hide.
Dreams and expectations somehow have turned to pain.
She’ll be okay tomorrow but for now tears fall like rain.

The beauty in her brokenness is something she can’t see.
Tortured by the things that are that aren’t what they should be.
She wants a love like in that book and the message that it’s sending.
She wants a lover just like that whose love is never ending.

She’ll wake up in the morning with that same hurt still inside her.
With one hand on that book that’s still laying right beside her.
She knows that she will cry again but to her it’s a reminder.
That somewhere there’s a hero and he’s trying hard to find her

Edwin C Hofert



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All That I Am


You know me as a poet and writer of poems rhythmic,
I take poetic license, violating rules and conventions;
Telling a story using figurative language to share,
     My life's journey and sorrows in beautiful words.
     Few beyond this safe harbour have read my poems,
     I write with raw emotion and I lay my soul bare;
     My poems are my treasures that I keep hidden,
                              Fathomless the pain.
        My view on life is somewhat sadly fatalism,
          What will be will be, it is already written by God.
There are many facets to me that I share with few,
Classical music moves me to write my poetry and words;
Chopin, the poet of the piano, Mozart, oh the lyrical charmer.

And I am a lover of art, going to the art gallery weekly,
I love Van Gogh, Degas, Pissario, Bernini and Botticello;
Leonardo and of course, Michelangio, I could go on and on,
     I am fascinated in the architecture in my city.
     Often I just walk the streets looking for beauty,
     Admiring gothic revival with its arches and vaults;
     And I love the Victorian building where I reside,
                              With my two cats.
        A small garden created with a love for nature,
          A tribute to my mother's great fondness of flowers;
Other things you may not imagine about me are many,
Adore vintage jewellery and clothes and antique anything,
A collector of books, reference, dictionaries, all in a clutter.
     
And one last thing that I find so very odd and strange,
Is that although since childhood I have walked with death;
How death haunts me, I take a job in nursing to help people die,
                                And God weeps.


July 30, 2015

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Roy and the Land of Books

In the land where children play. A boy named Roy would sleep all day. No matter what his friends all said. The boy would not get out of bed. For he was very bored with toys. The ones for little girls and boys. He said that they were all the same. The cars and trucks and every game. But then one day Roy got a book. He figured he would take a look. And when he opened up the cover. Of books he soon became a lover. He read the book from front to back. He read about a boy named Jack. And all about a silver train. And then about a place called Spain. He read about each moon and star. And just how far away they are He learned of ancient histories. And many science mysteries. Soon he had a big collection. Of which the boy had great affection. His favorite thing to do was read. He learned to do it with great speed. One afternoon a friend came by. And asked if he could also try. To read a book instead of play. Immediately, Roy said, ‘You may.’ Soon his books were being read. By Sue and John and little Ted. That’s how the land of toys became. The land of books instead of games.
For Francine Roberts' Children in Rhyme contest, by Samia Arroyo

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WORD ON THE STREET, 2009



Pure pageantry, how publishers' banners
wave over tents. Flocks of readers graze
on glossy trades, leaflets, hardcovers,
chapbooks. My friend, a true gent, stays
his ground. Maybe, it is the press of page;
Its forthright weave petitions for slants,
favors unique fonts, yet gilds no edge,
sees no need for illustration, just verdant
language. I did not intend to read
over his shoulder. He grins good-naturedly,
tweed makes an allowance. Each line, poetry,
he praises and I still my chatter. We feed
on gems, unrushed, but their brilliance spurs
a verbose woman and a man of his word.






*For David

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Opened Book

You lifted me from the shelf
Looked at my cover
Made a judgment on what was inside
Decided to spend some time

You explored my thoughts
Flipped through my pages
Bent my corners
Underlined my words
Dampened my paper with your tears
Pondered me
Laughed along my lines

I felt loved
Understood
Appreciated
I heard you sigh
Oh how I enjoyed our time together
The smell of your coffee
The rhythmic sound of your breathing
The feel of your hand caressing my pages

You closed my protective cover
Smiled
Placed me on your coffee table
Close at hand
I gladly wait 
To spend more time
With you my friend.

I have always thought the books I have read have felt like friends.
I have a hard time discarding books, I am even more loyal with friends.
Being here at the soup has blessed me with many new friends, I thank
you all for removing me from the shelf and taking time to read my pages.


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Strange Bathfellows

A spider traipsed onto my knee
While I was reading in the bath
Though most might jump and scream and flee,
I just gave a little laugh

A baby Daddy Long-Legs!
(Though really, 'twas just a son)
I shooed him back onto his web,
And continued reading on...

*title is a spin on "Strange Bedfellows" ;)

*Lessons in life are funny contest entry
~JustThatArchaicPoet

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Sense and Sensibility Speak

He was debonair, full of flare
charm exuded here and there
but she was so unaware
and she let her heart to dare
poured out love and all her care
But he another love did share

There he stood, there he bled
he knew that she longed to wed
all this filled his heart with dread
for she loved the youth instead
This young rival he must shred
Take her to his heart and bed

Walked in rain then took a spill
Jilted, wilted soon fell ill
to live life she lost the will
Passion gone, there was no thrill
but her heart he longed to fill
His love was the magic pill

The she knew love has no age
his hand turned a brand new page
Now that in love she was sage
Rescued from falsehood's cage
Passion danced upon their stage
No one could their joy to gauge

Jade Celeste

This is the story of Marianne and Colonel Brandon from Sense and Sensibility. You should watch the version that has Kate Winslet play the part of Marianne. Emma Thompson is her sister. Marianne is in love with the young John Willoughbye, who is dashing and charming. She is passionately in love with him, but her heart is broken when he gets engaged to someone else. Colonel Brandon, played by Alan Rickman, is an older man who is passionately in love with her but doesn't express it to her in ways she expects. However, when she falls ill, he is the one by her side. He nurses her slowly back to health and wins her love. :) This story is written by Jane Austen. Oh how I love the classics. Sometimes it is the steady, deep, unassuming love that is truly lasting. 

I've written a poem on this theme with a different twist: Scent and Sensuality. ;) I http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/scent_and_sensuality_474084



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Wisdom can't be taught

Wisdom can’t be taught

I used to read the whole day long
I read so many book
My house was filled with literature
And everywhere you’d look
These books were there in mountains
That’s all I yearned to do
Fill my head with useless words
And all non-fiction too.

Psychology, Philosophy, 
Mythology, I would read
I’d read the stuff by holy men
It seemed to fill a need
I filled my mind with so much stuff
And then one day I thought
What be the use of all of this
The truth it can’t be taught.

And so I gave my books away
And I learned to meditate
I learned to look within my self
I loved it, it was great
I learned the things I need to know
Without those ancient books
Cause in the end the truth will come
By taking just one look.

So now I have no need to read
I feel the peace in me
As I walk with nature each new day
And feel the harmony
And all the answers come to me
All questions be for naught
One only has to stop the mind
For wisdom can’t be taught.

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One Day

 Every hour , every minute , every second of the day, my heart's filled with pain,
I need to know when you'll be back, tomorrow ? today?
It's like there's a dark cloud following be around soaking me with rain,
All I can do right now is pray.

The distance between us is driving me insane,
There's a puzzle of questions forming in my brain,
Missing the moments we were together,
I should've known , somehow , you'd run away.

Fake smile on the outside,
Fire burning on the inside,
chaos going on in my head,
Can't sleep , can't go to bed.

Whenever a soul mentions your name,
my heart skips a beat,
My mouth shut , not able to speak,
depression taking over me,
wishing you're right here.

I miss you , at the thought of you I shed a tear,
I need you , to make me feel safe and forget my fears.

You might be taken away,
but the next time I see you, I'll make sure you'll stay,
Maybe not today or tomorrow , One day.

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Forever Special

             Forever Special
   If words can contain my thoughts,
Then I will write thousands of words
   If books can hold my thoughts,
Then I will by now have a room full of books
   If speech-talks can depict my thoughts,
Then I will have to ask for expansion of my brain

For I don’t think my words are enough
I don’t think my books are sufficient enough
I don’t think my speech-talks are enough
I doubt my words, books, speech and talks 
Can really show how I feel about you

   If I could make the Heavens come down
Just to explicitly express my gratitude 
   If I could make the Sun stand still_
Just to tell you how special and a prima you are
   If Mountains could be turned upside down
So that I can reveal to you 
The hidden and deep feelings of the explicit luv
You have graced my feet with_
But alas!
My fantasies are just fantasies
But I promise to always have you at heart
You will forever be special in my lame eyes