Best Ning Poems
Oneness
Authored by Chuck Keys
It had no color,
Lacking shape, size and dimension.
It wasn't moving or breathing.
There was neither aroma nor taste, not here or there.
Touching was useless because it wasn't physical.
It was indistinct and limitless.
Thinking multi-physically
Multi-sensually and multi-psychologically
It wasn't here or there and it was.
With no distinction,
It looked like everything else,
Or it could not have looked like everything else.
It never made me feel good nor bad,
Nor happy nor sad
Nor quite nor trite.
In our world of joy and destroy, we sort and distort,
Looking more on the surface and less on the inside,
Ready to judge and be judged from outside in.
The "oneness" of mankind stretches beyond definitions and limits,
From outside to inside and from inside to outside.
We are one distinct and alike world of "oneness."
Differences exist for differences,
Therefore, differences don't exist.
Only "oneness" exists.
DEDICATION:
This poem is dedicated to Dr. Clayborne Carson and The Gandhi-King Community,
For Global Peace with Social Justice in a Sustainable Environment.
www.gandhiking.ning.com
As the ink touches my writing pad every letter seems to glow.
I feel I'm going mad watching sentences light so bright like a rainbow!
Each word seems to hypnotize and my mind begins to travel.
I watch through brown eyes as the poem begins to unravel!
Nouns and adjectives make up each dazzlingword.
The exclamation at the end of certain sentences compliment my verbs!
Yellow, red, and blue hues reflect my mood.
Each paragraph shows a little bit more attitude!
I wonder how so many colors can come together and still coexist?
The stanza's flutter light as a feather never tiring my wrist.
My rainbow of letters in my sentence3s never cease to amaze me.
A canvas of art within my heart is the color of poetry!!!
Darkness fell across my writing pad, putting my stanza's in gloom.
I just knew I would go mad as I looked around the pitch dark room.
In the darkness I felt the push of my pen, and went with the flow.
A premonition again, and looked down to see each letter begin to glow!
Even the punctuation seemed to have a bluish hue, that illuminated my eyes.
I had a huge sense of deja-vu and the color of poetry I begin to recognize!
Each letter stood out all alone, and brighter they seem to grow.
Sentences like different colors of gemstones looked like a horizontal rainbow!
My pen begin to dance, having an aura of a brilliant white.
The stanza's begin to tell of a romance that would soon under the moon ignite!
I couldn't believe it had to do with me, and my head started to spin.
A love I wanted to achieve begin with the color of poetry all over again!!
*See pixs of me and other poems @ PoetryPub.ning.com (Jimmy M. Anderson
The Long Drought
A raging drought is running, causing pain
Beneath the scorching sun, the barren plain
The river’s gone, she’s ceased her mighty flow
And bushland trees no longer thrive nor grow
The dams are low and dry, it pains my heart
Our town will slowly die and friends depart
No bales of straw or hay for starving stock
As more succumb each day, my dying flock
From hills of broom and land of dark”ning strife
He came to find a better way of life
The call of peaceful bush like magnet drew
In this sweet place my father’s dream came true
Beside a spread of bright and golden grain
A link was forged anew in our strong chain
Where ‘roos abound among the fields of corn
On this fair land, it’s here that I was born.
Work started for me at only fourteen
Became a sheep drover, still wiry lean
The days long an’ hard, the burden was light
The soil rich and dark, the future so bright
The farm became mine when my father died
Then came the dry clime, lost all of my pride
Long years of hard graft while still holding trust
Til lack of good rain turned soil into dust
The bank took our farm, I wished I were dead
Dark thoughts of self harm flood into my head
But senses prevail, I see them so clear
My darling wife, my young son very dear
I give you my hand, long time cobber mine
Take care of this land, it’s your dreaming time
Adieu my friends, for my time here is done
I'll pray for you all as the drought rages on.
Rains Magic
Please see the Photo on following URL of World Art Foundation
http://wafglobal.ning.com/photo/rains-magic?context=latest
The dark clouds were hovering,
Indicating the Rains would shower,
And I was thrilled by the Magic of Nature,
My soul too was in dance,
In tune with the Nature.
Ravindra
Kanpupr India 27th July 2012
Submitted in honor of Carol Brown's 'Raindrops Falling' contest
Parting Impressions
Baed on My Photo Poem which can be seen on my Twitter
URL
https://twitter.com/kapoor_/status/246124905899364352/photo/1
And on World Art foundation by copying and pasting following URL
http://wafglobal.ning.com/photo/golden-rays-of-sun?context=user
Parting Impressions
O, Golden rays of returning Sun
You are leaving your parting impressions
On these lovely yellow and dark brown clouds
While softly touching their lips
By the aroma of your enchanting lights
And saying to them a lasting Good bye.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 14092012
The Poem is based on MY Photo Poem
posted on World Art Foundation and can be viewed on
following URL
http://wafglobal.ning.com/photo/sun-s-music?xg_source=msg_appr_photo
Music of Sun
I have heard
The Music of Sun
Accompanied by
The chattering of Birds
Which he makes
While embracing
The horizons every evening
The Music comes
When the Sun feels the touch
Of the soft and colorful embrace
Of clouds and dust hanging in the sky
And his heart began to sing a song
On the heart's tune of every passer by.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 21st Oct 2012
I hear R. Kelly singing, “Your Body’s Calling me”
So I pick up my pen and write some poetry
I hear Usher singing, “You Got It Bad”;
And I write about you every time I pick up a pad
I hear Ryan Lesley singing, “I Choose You”;
And I reminisce about us, and what we’ve gone through
I hear Pleasure P. singing, “I Did You Wrong”
Let us make love to these other songs
I hear Bobby Valentino singing, “Slow Down”
I just want one night with you on the town!
I hear jagged Edge singing, “Gotta Be”
I’m willing to bet this love could be a felony
I hear Robin Thicke singing, “Sex Therapy”
So com lay in this warm bed with me!
I hear Sade singing, “Ordinary Love”;
And I think of your body that was sculpted above
I hear Mary J singing, “No More Drama”
Damn, I wanna make you my baby momma!
I hear Keith Sweat singing, “I’ll give All My Love To You”;
And think of your smell that has me under your spell; your sweet honeydew!
I hear J. Holiday singing, “Bed”
So off with that lingerie let me give you amazing head!
I hear R. Kelly, again, this time singing, “Slow Wind”
As I end this Rhyme, I meditate on your love that lingers on my mind!
*Visit and read other poems at www.poetrypub.ning.com
Ang kahimtang sa pagka-estudyante
Dili sama sa pagdula ug online game,
Na kung ikaw buot ng mapul-an
Sayon ra kaayo nimu ning iundang.
Sa gikaingon pa sa usa ka istorya,
“Ang kinaadman maoy pundasyon sa atong katilingban.”
Busa estudyante isantok kinis alimpatakan
Ang pagtuon aduna usab gisapnay na tulubagon.
Tuod man ang kapit-os sa kinabuhi imung mabaktas
Peru dili kini ang rason ng ikaw muatras;
Kay ang pag-atras usa lamang ka timailhan
Nga ikaw way pagsalig tuod man talawan.
Busa ania ang matahom nga tambag
Sa mga kabudlay, hagit sa katilingban ug temtasyon,
Ang pagsalig sa kaugalingon ug Labing Halangdon
Mao’y labing maayo nga dapat nimung buhaton.
Kay ang tanan usa lamang ka pagsulay
Ug dili angay ikabudlay bagkos atong ikalipay,
Matod man angay igapasalamat sa Labawng Gamhanan
Kay kini timailhan, kita iyang gipangga ug gipiyalan.
DECADENT = ten teeth
CONFUSION = against melting with intensity
DEDICATION = a vacation in the afterlife
PURPOSE = Kitten posing while purring
INFORMATION = soldiers on parade
DELETED = Getting rid of Ted
FEATURED = An adventure about walking barefoot
SYLLABLE = Funny antics of a bull
CLASSICAL = A student eating a popsicle in class
MORNING = A lot more ning
PREVENTING = Before letting out air
PERPETUATE = Average for each pet you ate
ASSOCIATED = Your bum has social skills
BEAUTIFUL = Beauty filled to the top
REPRESENTED = Announce Ted is present again
PARTICIPATE = Average part in your hair
CONSISTING = Against your sister's hurtful remarks
WEAPONS = Small chess pieces
DEPARTMENT = Leaving your apartment
SENTENCE = Uptight delivery
PUBLISHING = Getting drunk in a bar
THOUSAND = Your beach
CANTALOUPE = Unable to run away and get married
IMPORTANCE = Buying ants from another country
DEFINITIONS = Hard of hearing finitions
EXPECTED = Ted who used to be hen pecked
GOVERNMENT = Vote for Vern election ad
POPULAR = Dad's favourite pew at church
© Jack Ellison 2014
Everyone
enjoys to take
a ride or just
to go for a leisure stride.
Long winding road
Wide and free
or a narrow
straight route
Lure to the eye and for a try
promising pile of trees
on pied each a natural
beauty pride. Lights...
Signals on both sides
Providing travelers a guide
Keeping them always
on safe side... Our
BREATH of LIFE is like a ROAD
Each passing night and day
there's a heavy or light load
Sometimes a mystery
with a puzzle code
Each one efforts
careful to decode
Thanks, THERE IS GOD
that abides... ALWAYS THERE
NEVER ON UNDISCOVERABLE HIDE
Through all blessings
and trials tide. Bumps
and accidents slowing
Even stopping the glide
Problems buffering
life's tide... Ethics,
justice and society snide
they may equal to a lie
Whatever comes
however things maybe
Don't stop; Keep going. Even on a
Dark cocoon... KEEP BELIEVING! KEEP WIN-
NING! a road like never ending until it reaches
a happening may it be a grand or simple celebration of life
what is essential... YOU PASSED EACH WAY LIKE IT'S YOUR LAST
LIKE - IT - IS - YOUR- LAST NOT SAVING THE BEST FOR LAST.. so I never stopped..
Despite heartaches.. Hardships I went through.. I hold on..I keep moving.. Growing..loving.. For at the end of this road there - face to face at last with my Creator.
(C) olive_eloi
10:29am
REVISED: MAY 05, 2014
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Contest: Just down the road
Sponsor: Kelly Dreschler
3rd Place.. Praise GOd.. :D
When I was little and my world was small,
I had a fascination with island storms’ call.
As moist hot air ascends the skies and dark clouds form,
I grab my storybooks and set up my dorm.
Dorothy had Toto; I will have my brown book
For I never know what will happen to my nook.
While my folks prepare for the uninvited visitor;
I hardly mind, rather I get ready for pleasure.
Before the wind blows and the rain falls;
Grandma would serve meals and fill our bowls;
Lest it will be cold and tastes no good;
When darkness hit our humble abode.
Light(e)ning forks spread the cloudless skies;
Draw vivid images and emotions high;
I wonder then Noah was calm!
For us, children, we'd shriek and run!
When the breeze starts to whisper a humming cry,
We would start to gather ‘round father and sigh;
It is a cue for a tale to be told
And Pa always has stories untold,
Trees swirl, sending gusts whimper against the pane;
Violent waves tossed Crusoe’s ship to our brain.
Storms make stories in its marvelous form;
Stories birth silence and awe midst a storm;
As the wind howls in the stormy night,
Stories, like pray’r, make us feel alright.
6/30/2014
I have been looking for my voice
It is lost
Between my own stupidity
and huge walls
storm, rain,
light
ning,
snow
h
a
i
l
No vocal chords to help me here
stuck between tongue and teeth
Stuck between critique
and uniqueness
whatever that may be
Words
get lost
Sentences disappear
A head filled with loose letters
that look at each other in fear
suspicious
avoidant
***
June 30, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
SHORT POEM- MY PHOTOS MY POEMS
To see the 'Photo Poem' Please visit World Art Foundation or use
the URL
http://wafglobal.ning.com/photo/life-without-a-friend?context=latestPHOTO POEM
Life without a friend
Often seems lonely
Like the Road of a forest
Where no one waits for anyone.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 22nd Feb. 2012
She asked so little of us.
Some food, water and shelter,
but what she most desired in life was our presence,
our attention , affection and love,
and in return she gave all of us
her undying devotion, unquestionable loyalty, and unconditional love.
She will be dearly missed now that she is gone from this earthly place,
but she will be forever loved and cherished in our hearts and memories.
Rest Peacefully Tasha
*
* 03/16/2011 *
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http://billythekidsters-antisocialclub.ning.com/forum/topics/eulogy-for-a-dog
MY PHOTO POEM
To view the Photo Poem pleae visit World Art Foundation or use
following URL
http://wafglobal.ning.com/photo/smile-of-eternal-love?context=latest
In the season of Vasant (Spring)
We bloom to fill every heart
Not only with our smiles
But with the smiles of the eternal Love.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 21st Feb 2012
Explainations:
Vasant or Vasant Ritu ( Season) is the Sanskrit or Hindi word
meaning spring
Or the season of the festival of joys and pleasures,
When the heart began to feel afresh
Like the newly bloomed bud and swings in the air
With the wind flowing filled with the aching for love.