(Dedicated to and in memory of the
children who were killed in the
Connecticut school shooting.)
Remember bells and keep your eyes
from crying,
from the sights that held your
screams today.
Leave your stolen dreams taped to
the windows
and live each one until you fade
away...
And should you need the words of
sweet
St. Agnes.
Weeping as she says a prayer for
you.
Standing with St. Nicholas on the
threshold
Hoping you won't have to
understand...
Why your mommy cries with folks
around her,
And your daddy's head hangs to the
ground.
And should you need the words of
sweet
St. Agnes.
As she spreads her arms for you
today
and all her fellow saints offer their
verses.
Because today she cannot find the
words to say.
Farewell now, sleep well and keep on
smiling.
Twenty crayons, left upon the
ground.
Farewell now, we promise to
remember...
that twenty crayons have fallen
down.
I read the words of a man
And I wondered...
Of the life he led
And the things he said
And of what he might have said to me
If our two paths had crossed
How can such profoundness and genius
Live on in a single human being?
What a truly gifted man he must have been
What a privilege it would have been to know him
I read the words of a man
And I wondered...
If he were here today
Sitting in his scarlet chair
Would he still put pen to paper?
And mystify us with his words
Not knowing the great affect they have on those who love him most
And would he share his wisdom
With those who he knew would use it wisely?
Or would his secrets remain to be discovered in his cryptic words?
Words of truth and brilliance
Words of a legend
... ...I wonder.
some people leave riches to their heirs
Dr. Ram’s words are better than gold
everyone privileged to read his work
unlocks his treasure trove
written words worth their weight in bullion
fame stems from his mighty quill
insightful behavioral revelations
laced with myths from many lands
astonishing analogies
superlative metaphoric value
boundless wisdom unfolds
priceless is his legacy
Dr. Ram’s words are better than gold
Written for Joe Maverick’s Better than Gold contest and dedicated to Dr. Ram Mehta.
A sage with wisdom so erudite
Muse filtering hope, shedding light
Mentor whose keen insight doth shape, mold
Dr Ram's words are better than gold
Twining cultures with his harmonious pen
Idioms, aphorisms from his native kin
With adopted truisms, symbols doth fold
Dr Ram's words are better than gold
Verses sculpted with cunning concision
Accents, rhymes spliced with stunning precision
Crafty metaphors, metonymies freely doled
Dr Ram's words are better than gold
with words used for conjuring
she writes her beautiful lines
and colours each and every ideal
as if a mosaic for the mind
insatiable mother nature
has found herself discribed
her true colours never mintioned
are finally recognized
she sprinkles words with her perfumes
with fragrances not often used
she measures words with passion
fits them together in poetic fashion
she colours the world oh so sweetly
and portrays it's beauty oh so neatly
she gives us true meaning
that life is also bleeding
she revieled her own scars
and scattered them among the stars
the pinnacle of her success
the rare thing that made her blessed
being prepared for any test
always striving to be the best
BETTER THAN GOLD
International literati pay homage
To our hero’s literary courage
Matching Homer’s and Cicero’s of old:
Dr. Ram’s words are better than gold.
Author of countless gems of art
Always a SOUP figure right from the start
Giant of words and verse to behold:
Dr. Ram’s words are better than gold.
Standards of style and lexicon to uphold
He often to me the secrets has told
Occasionally has also needed to scold:
Dr. Ram’s words are better than gold.
When needing advice or lost in a fog
When rhyme is a marsh and rhythm a bog
And my poem is stillborn, unalive, cold:
Dr. Ram’s words are better than gold.
If you want to read poetry,
Dr. Ram is the one to see.
He appeals to all young and old.
Dr. Ram’s words are better than gold.
The words he writes are next to none.
On this site, he is number one.
He is the shepherd of the fold.
Dr. Ram’s words are better than gold.
This man nobody will despise.
He is both talented and wise.
Let the word forever be told,
Dr. Ram’s words are better than gold.
He says the nicest, kindest things
And doesn’t know the joy he brings;
A friend to all, the young and old:
Dr Ram’s words are better than gold.
I hope this doesn’t make him blush,
To hear his fellow poets gush;
A comp on him is rather bold:
Dr Ram’s words are better than gold.
His comments brighten any day -
As with you all, I have to say -
When they made you they broke the mould:
All your words are better than gold.
The words that I write, don't speak just of me
but describes a pain, that need be set free.
And I speak for all those, whom I've passed on the road.
Trials and victories, stories we've told.
Some of these words we've all felt inside,
and some of these fears are things we still hide.
If one of my lines reaches to you,
know that these words have meaning and truth.
They are not thrown together, nor carelessly laid,
For every word that I write, a debt has been paid.
A TEAR , A SCAR , A SIGH IN THE DARK,
A SMILE , A LAUGH , OR A THUMP OF THE HEART !!
"inspired by Linda's write on JFK"
My Tribute to John Lennon
" A Fallen Beatle"
A child from across the pond...
Whose words would help the world to bond...
A true poet from the heart, who's ideas
touched so many even from the start...
A man who inspired a country to be free..
Spoke of war and peace while in bed for all to see..
A legend in his own write, help the world to Imagine
without love or hate...
After a reborn life another would be his fate.
He spoke of peace and freedom for all...
Sadly a bullet from a mad man was his fall..
His body and being was taken and now disappeared...
But his words and soul live on for all to hear...
Never again will an Icon like this grace our eyes...
All his words and music will continue touch many lives..
By Michael J. Falotico
And what was it the poet said
Should I put Jelly on my Bread?
His words you see are bitter sweet
and here I dare not words repeat.
And shame on me for believing so
but shame on you for letting go!
When evening comes I'll eat a feast
with Turkey Ham to say the least.
And please forgive me if your able
there will be no Jam here at this table.
And please forgive the lack of bread
I'll eat my humble pie instead...
I only want to be noticed "maybe" a little bit everyday,
To be told I'm beautiful without my words having to say.
I only ask for less than enough to brighten my path that i walk,
and I only say just enough to conceal my troubles in talk.
I feel like an animal that's been locked away,
So much aggression and plenty to say.
Still afraid to speak the words my mind replays,
so here I am writing another hopeless mindless says.
What is hidden behind the covers is only for one to know,
What is scared to speak the truth but continues with the flow.
The tears for years of hiding and running also cowering behind hope
the word that has yet to show me the gripping of the bloody rope
why hold strong when so many fail to even hold
Like your life has been pulled and pushed as silly putty or mold.
I guess for the reason everything happens in-deed
everything happens for a reason and I believe that's my plea
Your beauty will force me to learn your tongue,
Because I am a notorious flirt.
A little poetry could never hurt,
So now, on you, my attention is hung.
By your presence, my essence has been stung.
In the same way that a rose grows from dirt,
You inspire a poetic growth spurt,
So, from my mind this poetry has sprung.
Now, for you to hear each one of my words,
I must be able to flirt in Spanish.
If the words that I write can not be heard,
Then from your mind, these words may be banished.
I can not waste these words that have been stirred,
Or let the opportunity vanish.
I sit and remember that first day...
Your apartment door opening and no words to say..
That smile and allure pulled me in so swiftly..
The curves of your waist,and your kisses so lightly..
You voice so appealing, I can't remember a word..
The flow of your legs that moved like a bird..
As I remember the second time, you in that black dress..
My hands shaking as I attempt to hold and caress...
You melted this man to a puddle of mush...
With your sex appeal and your words never rush...
Wonderful memories always engraved in my soul..
And till this day your words and smile still make this heart roll..
He had a dream
He stood his ground
He spoke his words
All nice and loud
He changed the world
With his strong words
He taught us all how to care
He took his love and taught to share
His anger withheld
All hardships and scars
Through bombs of hate
And words past the stars
His heart still beats
His blood still flows
Through the earth it screams
It over flows
He is our conscience
Our reminder of hate
He showed us the way
Though some still stayed
We have to finish
What was started before
We’re closely there
But something’s blocking the door
The hate from past years
Is still standing strong
We must let go of that
Which we know is wrong
To learn from our mistakes
We need to learn what was taught
Everyone no matter what color
Needs to treat each other like brothers
We’ve all seen the past
So lets look to the future
You can help
Just learn justice from this preacher
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