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Welcomed around me the half dead in lost love writhing in ecstasy
I myself now in the place of the past of dreams devoid of such chastity
Well met seeing my lost love beautiful with chestnut eyes and soft such curved hips
In dreams devoid of vanity I will and now just serve myself so handsomely
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Here in summer’s languor, no words could ever tell
Beholding beauty such as this, would cause the tongue to swell
Where the slopes of other valleys, or longing lakes afar
The heart feels quiet sympathy, they cannot compare as well
So overcome with majesty, and tranquil peaks of snow
The stillness of a mirrored lake, unlike I have ever known
If heaven could be so beautiful…Dear Lord, please take me now
If heaven’s gate, is such as this, I would not hesitate to go
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Nazm
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Garage
stacked high
scribbled stenos of
an automatic act
of little understanding or thought-------------
{tuhituhi}
visceral finality
zero return
zero reward
and then there's
a learning disability hindering the reading-------------
{panui}
writing
is taking a dump,
except after wiping, I tend to take a peek
this creative act ill affords a 2nd glance
a good day and bet the writing stinks... boring
jail or hospital equals readers galore
"TELL ME MORE!"
could correlate with occupancy rates
what a sorry excuse of a poet I am
damn if that ain't sayin' much.-----------
{paru}
~editor's note: Poetry Soup would not let the beautiful Urdu script be seen, so I substituted Maori~ :(
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The Other Shore
Oh my dear little precious
One
Your life was short upon
This planet
But I know you will go so
Very far
Within the openness of
Your love
I know your love will always
Be
Now just fly into the light and
Swim the wave of my tears
And I’ll
Meet you again on the other
Shore
So fly on my dear little precious
One
So gentle so beautiful your
Memory
Will touch and remain a part
Of my heart
I look for you in the morning
Sun
The evening sunset will draw
You near
So fly my little dear precious
One
Don’t look back
Don’t wait for me
The tears I shred is
Cause I love and miss your
Gentle smile
So
Let your heart shine with the
Sun
For I know we’ll meet on that
Other shore
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I do not know?
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LIE
They see us sitting in a tub of jewels and rings
TRUTH
They never see us how much we work hard for a cent
LIE
They see us wearing a glossy crown on our heads
TRUTH
They never see how hard we try to please someone else
LIE
They see us living pampered with love and care
TRUTH
They never see the wrinkles made by pressure and stress
LIE
They see us sitting on a stack of dollars
TRUTH
They never see that we're half drowned because of financial problems
LIE
They see us putting beautiful colors in room
TRUTH
They never see how we cry when we face our own misfortune
LIE
They see us branding good reputation
TRUTH
They never see how difficult for us to conceal a mistake
LIE
They see us projecting a moral perfection
TRUTH
They never see how phony it is to be in this profession
LeiStrauss2017
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I do not know?
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Beautiful scenery, rolling hills with craggy cliffs adorned with winter scrub clinging to impossible places. Narrow winding roads, leading somewhere, maybe nowhere, finding out when we get there. Rounding a bend just enjoying the scene, finding an eyesore almost obscene. In the ground in front, towering high a plague of of wind turbines I did espy.Not the Quixotic or Dutch that are nice. These huge monstrosities seem to crowd the very sky, killing birds by the score with their whirling wings. The race is on to harness the wind for soon the earth will cease to give up its treasure just so we can enjoy our leisure. Here rivers do not flow for most of the year and our island needs power but not nuclear. So the turbines have come to march over the mountains like a white army of whirling dervishers that sadly will be the future, unless they can harness the suns free power much better.Time and nature will tell, if only we let her.
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Ghazal
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Enchanting
Fairytales make life’s romance enchanting,
Beguiling souls, entrancing, enchanting.
Reality can change dreams’ to yearnings,
Thinking of tomorrow’s views, enchanting.
Peaceful thinking ignites inspiration.
Ending fights and frights with right’s enchanting.
Haughty hearted men may stay in shackles,
The modest souls live each day enchanting.
Evil smites godliness as wealth rabbles.
The godly give their kindness…enchanting.
Conceit looks up to self, down on others.
Meekness wears modesty’s crown…enchanting.
Dishonesty destroys mighty friendships
Truthfulness sets trusting free…enchanting.
One intricate surviving machine, earth,
Strives, thrives, co-exists, and gleans…enchanting.
Mountain splendor boasts glorious vastness.
Lovers join mysterious enchanting.
Nature’s beauty arouses man’s spirit,
Designing beautiful lands, enchanting.
Poetic Form: Ghazal
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
April 17, 2010
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Gifting dreams of hope to my eyes, he vanished in a flash
Carting away the treasure of sorrows, leaving mirage a trash
Thorns of grief were, in all, the earning on whose part
Left a delightful rose in the derelict mansion of my heart
He wasn’t the Socrates, yet he drank the poison of apathy
And with wine of love, he filled my heart’s vessel so empty
The bride of night ascended the horizon unfurling her hairs
Hands of that Azar have given my thought’s idol such glares
Love, sympathy and loyalty are qualities profound
Anguish is what they reward you with, soothing although they sound
Walked he himself, to the hangman, carrying his cross of soul
To show me how my courage faltered in playing its role
Wisdom was rendered, Yamin, by vainglory inept
The book of vision he flung into the worthy hands of zest.
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Azar, the father of Prophet Abraham was an sculpturist of fame for carving beautiful idols worshiped by infidels as deity
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Rubaiyat
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Across the limpid and serene river, the oasis of the Wild West pioneers,
there are ivory and charcoal peaks waiting for mountaineers
to discover as they rest under the long-leafed pines that sway;
on this side, the saw-tooth oaks and the daisy bushes are lovely greeters.
Not long ago, this abandoned upland was the home of gold-diggers,
sarcasm and violence went hand in hand...even eagles could have lost their feathers,
and those cluttered wooden shacks weren't not built for comfort,
but with limited space, they could hardly stretch out their legs and sleep like bears.
Travelers are very fascinated by the peace and scenery, not seen from their urban lair;
come to enjoy a short period of tranquility and breathe in the crisp air:
some write, some paint...others dream away to visualize that great era!
Look past that river, willow oaks and maples can soothe the travels of a trudging bear.
Find your spot, whenever you choose and be vowed by an imagination so rare;
take off your fedora hat and go beyond those mountains brightened by the sun's glare,
let a mockingbird or shrike delight your senses with their beautiful song...
with a fervid wish, let them take you where they have watched the new moon's mare.
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Nature constantly calls to man through wondrous colors and endless song
As stewards of her magnificent beauty, to lend respect while yet, we're strong
Seek wisdom in her silent messages brought to bear as seasons change
So our children may inherit a beautiful legacy and learn to live healthily and long
Blessed is our world with four elements, earth, wind, water and fire
Given to sustain perfect balance, by maintaining nature's desire
They preserve these sacred cathedrals in which creation may freely worship
Wherein all souls may congregate, finding peaceful respite and aspire
The glorious sun spreads brilliant light and heat, as it feeds, it heals
The wind blows, wherever guided; dispersing sleeping seeds
And rain falls in the right measure to sustain in and out of time
As Mother Earth retains her fertility while blissfully she serves our needs
This oneness, so sublime, exemplifies sweet serenity which exudes
Reminding us that in harmony, we would long exist if peace, we include
Earth would remain a haven in the universe, where God's creatures may fully thrive
To ignore stressful pleas would usher in dark days, and life as we know, will elude
~*~
For John's Freeman's "Rubbiyat" Contest
Inspired by a photo of tranquility in nature
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Why Poets Write
Why do poets write?,
Why does the moon shine at night?.
Why does water fall with such grace?,
Why is a rainbow such a beautiful sight?
So, why do poets write?
Do they write because the moon shines so bright?
Do they write because water falls with such grace?
Or is it because of the majesty of a hawk, in flight?
Poets write because that’s what we do,
Whether it be a Sonnet, Etheree or Haiku,
We see things through our own prism,
And write about it in our creative point of view.
This is why I write,
I write because I see beauty in the moonlight,
I appreciate the splendor of a waterfall,
And the majesty of a hawk, in flight.
I write because it feeds my soul,
Writing the perfect poem is my ultimate goal,
I write, I do my best,
The rest is out of my control.
The perfect words, in the perfect order,
Follow the rules, no pressure,
Slowly see your creation come alive,
When it works, there’s nothing better.
Poets, generally, don’t write for the glory,
We heal people by proxy,
We are emotion peddlers,
And we do it all for free.
I can’t speak for everyone, nor would I try,
My urge to write is something I’d best not deny,
Or things go drastically wrong,
Like ice, in the middle of July.
So, regardless of why you write,
Keep your vision in sight,
Take criticism with a grain of salt,
Never get discouraged, never get uptight.
© 2011
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Some days
I laugh sometimes when I think
about you
And I cry sometimes cuz I'm still
without you
Mostly your memories they all make
me smile
But they still tug at my heart every
once in a while
Some days
It’s like you never left
I swear I hear your voice and your
footsteps
It’s like I can feel your body against
mine
I'd stop breathing to rewind the time
Some days
Dear God please I kneel before you
Ask him for a glimpse of you
If I close my eyes I can smell the
scent of you
My soul pulling desperately just to
feel the touch of you
Some days
I try not to think about not being
with you
But I was lost here before I found
you
Everything I do is for you
My whole world surrounds you,
you're so beautiful
Some days
I can't help but think about all the
times that you saved me
I'm overwhelmed by the guilt that I
couldn't do the same thing
They say that time will ease the pain
But this time it hurts worse every
day you're away
Some days
Every day that passes is another day
that I'm stuck here without you
I try to do the things we used to do
It still makes me smile just to think
of you
I wake up waiting for bedtime so I
can dream of you
Some days
I love it when it rains outside
Lay under an open window and
stare into the sky
Pretend that the rain drops are
tears from your eyes
So a part of you is still alive
Some days
I'd never speak again for one last
conversation with you
Just to tell you everything that I
meant to
I wish you could feel how blessed I
was to receive your love
And how healing the pureness was
of your beautiful soul, you're so
beautiful.
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AMBER DAWNS APPEAL
A wish, a dream, from birth til death,
"Mummy I'm going to Disneyland to see Mickey Mouse”.
Beautiful words from a soul so small,
Everyday from dawn til dust her words stood tall.
Riddled with pain day in and day out,
Dammed Cystic Fibrosis from gene's it did sprout.
New Zealand your money you gave with love,
A soul you took and held, lent from above.
The Lions club helped to start your appeal,
And finally your dream was for real.
And your dream and your wish it finally came true,
When at four and a half off to America we flew.
Pain to pleasure was over your face,
To Mickey you ran winning your race.
Ending your wish and dream touching his hand,
A smile on your face as Mickey swung you from land.
As he knelt down with one knee on the ground,
You could hear a pin drop as the crowd stood around.
You swung your arms around him and squeezed his neck tight,
Then you looked at him with a smile and eyes big and bright.
“Oh my Mickey Mouse I can die now”, was all you said,
One month later you passed away on Mickey’s home made bed.
I always knew you didn’t belong,
I always knew you didn’t have long.
You were special and God knew that,
With his hands he sat you in my lap.
At four and a half he took you home,
Every day I thank him for my earthy loan.
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Kawaali or Kawali ( A form of Singing very popular in India and Pakistan )
SAMPLE OF A KAWAALI - ONE CAN HEAR ON U TUBE http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNYwneo08xQ&p=12E509C60B2AAEC7&playnext=1&index=70
I Can Hear your Voice In My Heart Part 1/2 ( More details on my first Blog )
By a Male Singer or a Group of Singers
The singer is trying to please his lover by these beautiful words-
Kawaali or the singing starts from here:
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'I can hear the voices of your appearance,
On the musical strings of my heart,
Only a touch would play its music,
Such is the fascination of your art'.
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Reply By a Female Singer or a Group of Singers
The female singer is trying to reply her strange lover –
'You say that I have created music, on the strings of your heart,
But you throw your precious heart on every one, what to say of me,
And you repeat the same story, with every new face you come across,
Telling her with all the drama that only she has stolen your heart'.
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Another plea By a Male Singer or a Group of Singers
'My heart has gone beyond the control of me,
Such is the graceful enchants of your youth,
Your movements create dazzling lightening,
You say this is just the beauty of your grace'.
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Reply By a Female Singer or a Group of Singers
'How, when you are not in control of your heart, you say, it is only for me,
Feeling the lightening even in my movements, you sing a song in praise of me,
Your heart repeats the same story, feeling the grace and beauty in every face new,
These are only your sweet excuses, to mould a heart and to weave a story'.
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Another plea By a Male Singer or a Group of Singers
'What you call the simplicity of your beauty,
The world is dying on it, to sacrifice anything.
It may be a beautiful Adaa* or grace for you,
But, its a thing of existence and life and death for me'.
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By a Female Singer or a Group of Singers
'Sometimes you talk to die on my simplicity,
Sometimes you talk about the splendors of my beauty,
Proclaiming to die on my splendors and simplicity,
You wish to encroach, even in my dreams, O stranger'.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 9th October 2010 to be concluded in part II
*Adaa- a Urdu word means charm, grace, coquetry
* Husna*or Husn is a Urdu word means - beauty, elegance
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Part 2/2
Kawaali or Kawali ( A form of Singing very popular in India and Pakistan )
( More details on my first Blog )
SAMPLE OF A KAWAALI - ONE CAN HEAR ON U TUBE http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNYwneo08xQ&p=12E509C60B2AAEC7&playnext=1&index=70
I Can Hear your Voice In My Heart
By a Male Singer or a Group of Singers
The singer is trying to please his lover by these beautiful words-
Kawaali starts from here
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Another plea By a Male Singer or a Group of Singers
'After the miracles of capturing and rapturing my heart,
You smile as if nothing has happened at all,
After dragging my loving heart into pieces,
You say it is only one of your graceful arts'.
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Reply By a Female Singer or a Group of Singers
'Sometimes you show your heart full of tears,
Sometimes you talk about my smile, which pierce,
You throw arrows after arrows, on me and on my Husna*
Now you blame I have dragged your heart into pieces'.
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Another plea By a Male Singer or a Group of Singers
'Should I tear and show you my heart or,
Should I place it before you so that you may see,
Just look into my eyes and tell me only once,
With Love that you love only me and no one else my heart'.
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By a Female Singer or a Group of Singers
'You talk about singing the splendors of my beauty, but,
You design to pierce my heart by your praises and by each,
Of your elegant, artful compliments and arrows of passions,
You always try to capture my heart and ultimately me, my stranger'.
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An appeal to God By a Male Singer or a Group of Singers
'I have heard that wishes and prayers, O love,
Are always granted by the divine God,
Provided the voices of wishes and prayers,
Are coming from the depths of one’s heart'.
After being charmed by the Lover the beloved succumbs
before the stranger and sings
By a Female Singer or a Group of Singers
'The prayer of yours will be granted, O stranger and,
Your desire to win my heart has influenced me too,
Since you have brought even the God in winning me,
I accept the illusions of love, shown by you to win my heart'.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 09th October 2010
*Adaa- a Urdu word means charm, grace, coquetry
* Husna*or Husn is a Urdu word means - beauty, elegance
I Can Hear your Voice In My Heart
By a Male Singer or a Group of Singers
The singer is trying to please his lover by these beautiful words-
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