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for yehuda amichai

Gabriel A. Levicky

When a poet dies,
Rewind his piercing fingers
Open the gates!

When a poet flies by,
Brush your remaining hair
Build a tent 
In the heart of a new poem.

When a poet is born again,
Learn how to walk on the water
Reinvent long-lasting kisses.

Copyright © Gabriel Levicky | Year Posted 2012

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When Truth Came A Calling

There's A knock on my door,
 I ask "who is there". ?
Standing there are five faces. . 
They answer" IN UNISON "Truth"
I ask" Why the disguise"...?
It is I,"Truth" they all refrain.
How will I know which one of
you is to cross my threshold,
Let us all in and you will
figure it out in the end.
"No" I shouted I will never-
I will dismiss the one in
front he is much too "Clever".
Now there are four. Who shall I leave
to come through my door.
The next one began to explain,
every reason he should entrance gain,
a very convincing argument, I exclaimed,
"Go away you are nothing but" Rhetoric";
Everyone knows that the truth is Plain.
Now standing there in
front of my door left three,
The next one to speak
was beautiful, and very sexy...
"let me in, and I will prove I am truth.
You knew my mother her name was Ruth".
No! -You cannot lure me with sex
I read the story of your mother
and interpreted well.
If you do not leave my
door I will surely get vexed.
Now that I sent all but two away,
It was easier to tell ,
Who was left to welcome in..
Which of these two should enter my abode?
I had to ponder as to What truth really meant.
Was it something to be applied like a first aid kit.?
Is it true, that the truth is
sometimes ugly, and always plain?
Will the truth set you free after the pain.  
I pondered some more and let them both in.
One was life and one was death-
One was yen and one was yang.  
Truth number one started to speak, He said:
"No" The truth is not always in plain sight
Sometimes you have to search for it !
And:"Yes", The truth
can be ugly at times,
but you were right;
Real truth never wears a disguise. 
Some truth is Imagined and
real truth's are universal
Depends on the mindset of the
thinker. What he perceives to be real-
has had many rehearsals;
As his thoughts have been trained -
as to what he see's, knows and feels.
The truth is not convoluted,
nor contrived,and 
you will always KNOW
more than you think you do;
When the truth arrives.
When you enjoy the lies, 
and the rhetoric,
It's because the lies 
you believe, benefit you, 
Though PREJUDICE eyes
can barely RECOGNIZE
the TRUTH again ever.

And so you will remain 
To the self seeking lies forever.
We are truth,they lamented-
We are the wide and the narrow 
THE good,THE bad,
There was a knock on my door--
Someone had come,
disguised as one of truth's
Somehow he has come
to blame the innocent victims.
I prayed for my secret 
eye to be opened,
and my judgement 
to be discerning.

Because the truth, 
as it seems, I am learning.
Is subject to Interpretation.
And before "Truth" 
left my home, I was told.  
Man cannot reason out, that
which he does not understand-

If he thinks he understands the proof
but calls upon no spirit to discern -
He alone, is unable to interpret the truth

Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014

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In the booming bonny breeze
I sit silent staring
As the tides of time tickle
Swollen solemn soul
Yearning and yelling
Beyond the bright blue skies
Mummy miming memories
Our past parting pranks
Daddy dashing darts
At the mean men's casino
Night women daring darlings
Weak men pouring honey

I sit silent staring
Blankly, beyond beautiful sky
Memories of mummy and daddy
Still liveth

Copyright © JEYFAH ASWANI | Year Posted 2014

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Alison Cassano

Angel featured, dark eyes glaring Lithesome figure moving smooth Iron willed emotions blaring Sexy woman on the move. Once I saw her young and humble Never thought the day I'd see When from her shell a star would tumble Completing something missed from me. Across a thousand boundaries standing Set up before us like a test Sad faces watch our love, demanding A strength of which they'd never guessed Never again will be parted Or left divided broken hearted

Copyright © Anthony Cassano | Year Posted 2015

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Tribute To Vivekananda

A mystic of mystics,
Made old truths sound new.

A thinker of thinkers,
When speak startle and out-think you.

A speaker of speakers,
Niether to valorise,
Nor to ridicule motherland.

A philosopher of philosophers,
Was an inner journey
With a pristine stand.

His eyes hypnotise,
His words magnetise,
His personality poetise,
The truth , the unexpected.

The confidence and the era he directed,
makes him an Indian sage,
Not mascot.

Our philosophycally unadventurous times,
Need his gaze,
To tie our nation once again,
Into a "literally independent" knot.
- Sanskruti Singh Jadon

Copyright © Sanskruti Singh Jadon | Year Posted 2013

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no animosity
generosity and animosity
every person feels
to some it heels
to others, it kills

no friendship
hypocrisy and friendship
both human show
in friendship lies hypocrisy
yields tragedy
tragedy is only but friendship,
in the cloak of hypocrisy.

Copyright © Oliver Muchuma | Year Posted 2016

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Creative,communicative Carrie..
                                     considerate,caring ,comradely..competitive yet constant

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2016