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Choning Dorji Poem
thou art at the better edge of life
and made so much with what she fed!
almost in life my heart kept asking
what is to life that i can give.
what wisdom is that age can bring
to know if what was life to thee.
soon when death comes sit thy bed
will still the same questions repeat?
Copyright © Choning Dorji | Year Posted 2014
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Choning Dorji Poem
A night before I saw her smile
And saw at dawn she smiled again
I saw her she was now in love;
She loved the fairness of the skin
And felt incomplete in dim moonlight.
She loved infants and played their eyes
That winked when tiny smiles they see
On little fair buds of her joy
She would her tales of love retell
And on the brink of eve she would
Rise from voices to her throat
And utter voices free that mean
To every understanding heart;
Sore she would from her throat awake
And tell infants her tales foreseen.
She was the queen of all infant
And shiver in her fever mild
On final arms of hasting clock
First foreseen and then remembered
I saw she was now in love.
The numbness that on limbs would run
Then I would see her bleed her blood
On chicks and then she blush again
She sweetest sees when such her face
Would glow in eyes that recollects
All her joy to heal her pain:
She now would hide from all cities
From those where she had ere spent
The infant nature of her limbs
She blushes in shy, and blush again
Her eyes would linger from the hues
And blush again to see those hues
She would like and see again
So she could blush once more again.
Dear loveliness, lend her hand
So she could love forever
I see she is in love.
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A serene place is an early spring
The peach and willows bloomed together
The shiver of the cold streams
Ran and woke the mood romantic.
There i saw a masterpiece
No painters painted, no poets expressed
That nature all alone with grace
Provoked my witness to her art.
I saw her eyes on the glance of her smiles
I saw her shy on the whites of her face
Blush with the red that my eyes can take
Hidden with the heart of her fears from the past.
Lovely to eyes, lovable to heart
So true not witch or wizards can disguise
A Common form but simply divine
Wrote to my heart like read from a rhyme.
She speaks to my ear what i love to hear
Makes me wait in a joy impatient
If time slips fast, so fast with her
How many days will FOREVER last?
Copyright © Choning Dorji | Year Posted 2016
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One word of joy, one word of passion
One word of sarcasm
Are just to my heart
One wave of emotion.
One shade of the dark, one ray of the sun
One spark while they were born
Are just one smile
That touch hearts of every human.
One moment in our dreams, one thought in our solitude
One grace of simple magnititude
Are just one glimpse
That thrive life to live in multitude.
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A bird who sits on the mountain wall
Would sees the world with great azure
He would see his rise and fall
In glimpse and glances more and more.
A bird who sits on the back of a cow
Has earned his dreams on others back
He mere explain things why and how
But knows on the back, others drawback.
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The rivers run forever to the sea
My heart beats forever for thee
But ‘tis true, thy mirthful visage
This shadow is in a weathered age
Sees in a dream forever a glee
My fountain bleeds forever for thee.
The bay and the sea forever meet
My heart in glee forever beat
So slow and low the tide wave
Sees in a fancy an aged salve
Sees in a dream forever a glee
My fountain bleeds forever for thee.
The sweet wind whisper forever her voice
The evening lives forever her choice
Much sweet a word the eve exchange
Much as thee the gods arrange
And sees in a dream forever a glee
My fountain bleeds forever for thee.
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too much when life sails on her voyage
in beauty and grace of the flow of life
i fear if life is a beautiful drear
we lived so long in false concepts
my heart is a weak soul
and so are men in built up muscles
there is no greater humor in men
than to hear him boast his strength.
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When I am dead please give me life
on the edge of a music string
like hanging notes of written codes.
My eyes will close, the light will go
but wake another beam in my soul.
Give me love my life has earned
give me bliss my heart has longed
sing me rhymes of heart's enchantment
that match with music sweet to ears.
Copyright © Choning Dorji | Year Posted 2015
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I met life on a beam of a dream
And met emotions side by side
I woke reality from a sleep in a dream
And met my notions side by side.
Fed my dreams with greed and wants
Poisons ran in the veins of life;
Truth a host she seeks and hunts
In mere images of our life.
But it is dreams that wake in life
And reality she goes to sleep;
Poets come in the heart of life
Where men gets lost while seeking deep.
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As the time passes by
Like the days and nights exchange
All things in a man don’t seem same.
It may have been god's pleasure
To seek change in all men
As if he felt to stare
Motionlessly at motionless things pleasure-less.
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