So many sound words
As there was a poet
Non -serious
Using only them
Without any sense
A complete nonsense
But have you ever heard
The sound of a breaking heart
It breaks like a mirror
And the images of memories
Are sent to the cosmos
Have you ever heard the sound of Recycle Bin
No reconciliation is possible
As it produces the sound of breaking friendship
Have you ever dream of breaking faith
It breaks with a cracking sound
When tablets of cyanides are spread in the wind.
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I do not agree with you
That you are infestedWith the bugs of commonalitiesBut the sun shines brightAnd the Everest stands with the mighty heightFrom where the essence of excellenceBeckons meYet I agree with youFor the reason thatI want to be sociableThough the ghost of ordinaryStings meLike honey bee.
Wa la poetry
This bank of the riverBreaks to build thatMaking and breakingA song of despair in the airBy that distant riverLeaves the dream in the middleIn the heart forms a cloud darkUnder water fishes cut jokesSearing sun often comes in lifeTo give a much sought reliefAfter the stormUnder the cover mysteriousOne grey deep dark mistCarries a sob,…
Red, red, red are the colours
bitter, bitter is the tasteof your false promisesdirty is the scent I smellso many I have seenbut they mostly have the sameblue vision, the waterthe wind and the sunsuffer the same painwhen they go throughthis dubious world.
So many songs
You mightHave writtenBut you have forgottenTo write about meAs I am neitherExtraordinaryOr belowOrdinaryI am very commonExceptionally normalBut I am in the middleVery voluminousAnd rotundly weightyI can stop the blowingOf the windAnd flowingOf the riverI can bring downThe kingAnd massivelyMightyThe movementOf anti- intellectualityStarted by meWhen I believe equalityIn democracy
In one side I am gaining
Like the sight of a flower nicely heldIn between her petals a slice of joyA chunk of solace which ignite a smileIn the bright weather in my stern faceA piece of heart which receives the lightAnd validate the falling love which repelsThe fear that I am losingSomething in my life
পেঁয়াজ
আর বেশি দরকার নেই রঙেরগরমের দিনে এই গরম মসলার পরিমাণটিই অধিকগুরুপাক সহ্য হয়না অনেকেরশিশুদের চোখের জল মিশে যায় নাকের জলেযদি থাকে বেশি লঙ্কাতবে যা আছে তাই থাকভেতরে যে মেজাজ আছে বাইরেও সেই মেজাজেই প্রকাশ পাকমেজাজে যে ঝাঁঝ আছে সেটিই রাখা যাককেননা এতেই সুবিধা আছে তুলতে বুদ্ধির ছালকুসংস্কারের মুল কাটতে এ বড়ইসহায়কতারউপরেযে পাপড়ি আছেবহুদিন অব্যবহারে ধরে…
as believers.
We are ambassadors of heaven.
From the time of our rebirth
into the family of God
to the return of Christ
we are pilgrims,
passing through
a world of sin,
en-route to our
eternal home.
We have overcome the
enemy of our soul,
through faith
because greater
is the Holy Spirit of God
who indwells our
mortal frame
and empowers us
with His grace
and sufficient strength.
Greater is HE
than the defeated
enemy of our soul,
who is in the world.
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Human life
valued andconsidered as sacredand God-given.Due to theseattitudestowards thesanctity of life,Jews believe thatonly God cangive life,and only Godshould takelife away.
Awe walkers
suggest thatwhen peopleare primed toexperience awe,they feelsimultaneouslysmaller and better.In taking the focusoff of themselves,they seem to gethappier and theyexpress a greaterwillingness to help others.(Awe walks are a part of theresearch program conductedby some professors at theuniversity)
As well as having
we also needconsciousness.We need to beaware and ableto perceive thatwhat we do andsay may not havean impact on others,that we are kindand gentle withall those we meeton our journeythrough life.Yes, we need tospeak our truthand acknowledgethat ‘the truth’ isdifferent for everybody.(Written from the commentsof the great poetess of Listowel, Marie Shine.)
He had come
eyes to the truth.He had cometo enlighten them,and show themthe way of salvation,but their heartswere hardenedto the incarnateWord of God.(Refering to the Gospeltext in which Christsaves the womancaught in adultery.)
Doubt reflects the ego
Love reflects God,Eternal Divine Essence.This is the ultimate promiseon the path to love.You will walk in the light of Truthbeyond any truthyour mind presently knows.Published October 17,2010 in Poetfreak under the name Genovamaaa. Genova is my mother and I published earlier in her name.
Lord God, go before us
Be beside us to hug and protect us.Be behind us to save us fromthe wickedness of wicked people.Be below us to catch us when we fall.Lord, be with us to comfortus when we are sad.Be around us to defend uswhen others attack us.Lord, be above us to bless us.So bless and accompany us alwaysoh the…
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gazing at flowers.
Translated by Robert Hass
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Summer night–
are whispering to each other.Translated by Robert Hass
No doubt about it,
is a crybaby.Translated by Robert Hass
That pretty girl–
the wrapped-up rice cake.Translated by Robert Hass
Ducks bobbing on the water–
hoping to get lucky?Translated by Robert Hass
Face of the spring moon–
I’d say.Translated by Robert Hass
Napped half the day;
punished me!Translated by Robert Hass
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Where does light come from?
Where is the Truth?
It’s difficult,
To always be living,
In a desertic fog,
Of misinformation,
No matter, who you are
Or what you do
Or into what system
You navigate, to connect,
You’re still alone
Misinformed,
Darkness seems to
Fit and serve,
History best,
While presently,
We can send probes
To mars
But can’t figure out
Political crimes
Nor who is behind
All the rest,
From the bottom,
To the very top of
The rotting crest.
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They dream like no one else,
The wealth of imagination,The love for people of every nation,Humanity’s elevation.Born from the wind of inspiration,Their poetry carries sensations,Feeling that Life is so preciousA miraculous flower, it is,To be blessed and respected,With all the Love that exists.Once a poet, always a poet,For they dream like nobody else,Of cream covered mountains,Of oceans of Freedom,Of Love gushing…
Impulsive, attractive
Poetry,Once it appearsOh my! Are you lost!
To rise above it All,
And the look in your beloved eyes,That speaks to me always,And then to realize,That were both so lonely,Drifting apart with open arms,That never come together,In the ultimate, most desirable embrace,That never takes us to our state of grace,For we have never even met, face to face.
‘L’amour toujours l’amour, ‘
Love always love,Invades our every sense,Projecting a human blend,Of angel and of dove,Love is the Essence of Life,Love forever love.
Putting words together
HadIs rather, nice,The ArchitectureIs by Life,WeatheredAnd the MemoriesHave no price
Can’t help it, I Love you,
You appear and I find,That I Love you,That you’re constantly there,And each day, more I care,Making me, not be me,And I Love you.As the dawn hits the day,And all dreams start to sway,As the sea grips the sand,As we live on this land,As we suffer and pray,I Love you.With my fears and my tears,And just…
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So much hate,
So very little love,
That’s why we have to ask
Who assassinated
Peace’s sweet darling Dove?
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How gentle
Long feltHow dear andSentimental,Moved to tearsBy souvenirsLong kept,With deep affection,This love, that wouldEven the heartless,Melt,How lucky thoseThat have so loved,So deeply loveHave felt.
What is True,
I suppose notQuite a lot,Language usage without shame,Just to fool us, all the same.
The most tender feeling,
And the most absorbing,Hearts that meltInto each otherAs Love blendsIt’s magic spellBelonging thenTo one another,Love is Life’sMost passionate possession,Ecstasy, can go no farther.
Why do we speak
Why do we dreamAs Life goes by?Why do we loveIf hate’s nearby?Why do we liveIf we have to die?It all seems so uselessSo terribly sad!Even the tears,We so lonely cry.
Not all enjoy
And I say,Pity, please!Good poemsAre like flowersWhose perfumeWill not cease,That you can readAt leisure,May bring youCertain pleasure,Even one dayBe treasureThat helpsA lonely heartFind peace.
From where do they come,
Warm like summer,Cold like snowUps and Downs,Anger and joy,As if our hearts,Were there to destroy.Human emotions,Don’t understand,Most of us need therapy,Just even to stand,And who says the Therapist,Can give you a hand,A perfect stranger,In your psychotic land.Human emotions,Who does really care?If you’re lost and lonelyIn Life’s empty chair,Looking for the answersThat never are there,Looking for…
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And so much hate,
Beware, time flies
And Love can’t wait.
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It depends on how you say things,
That’s what makes Poems such great things,Hoping their secrets to share.
Words can be used
In a most positive way,Spreading teachingsThat set us apart,From crueltyAnd all inhuman sway.It is our Duty,To convince and guide for good,Making sure we’re banning Evil,And that Good is fully understoodPoetry, a way so tenderTo spread the Conquering WordTo friends and to contenders,Creating human splendor,The way we really should.
I want to be
Be more than more,And totally free.But this is justA fantasy,For no one can beTotally free,We are but prisoners,Of our past,Of happy momentsThat did not last,Prisoners of Destiny,When the die is cast,No going back‘Alea iacta, est’‘The bets are in’,A Roman,Whose name was CesarOnce said,Our decisions,Are not always for the best,Not matter how noble,And sincere our quest.So…
Life kills you,
Poetry’s worth it,Life, not so much.
As Humans,
We don’t sing the same song,We don’t fight the same fights,We are Individuals,No 2 of us alike,No thinking as another,For our likes and dislikes.The Future?Will it be bright?The Human Enigma,Psychological fright,Mysterious insight,Forever at fight,We Are Individuals,And as such,We have certain rights,But be careful, don’t come closeBecause most of the time we bite!
Never underestimate
Nor of a woman’s, love,For it’s by loveThat we are mostlyMade and born of.