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Sunday December 07, 2008

I wrote an aweful poem

I wrote an awful poem
it was bad in the extreme.
I showed it to my sister
and it made my sister scream.

I gave it to my mother
and she promptly flipped her lid.
My father blew a gasket,
and my baby brother hid.

I brought my poem with me
when I came to school today.
My teacher nearly fainted
and my friends all ran away.

I never knew a poem could be
such amazing fun,
but that was such a blast,
I think I'll write another one.
Kenn Nesbitt

Posted by sashk69 at 11:13 AM
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Friday November 21, 2008

A View From The Park Bench


Upon this old familiar bench
From which I've spent a time or two
Just gazing at the fluid sky
And watching chestnut trees,
Which change throughout the seasons
Now their copper leaves do fall
And gather on this stony path
Then tossed upon the breeze.

For scattered far across the field
And through the air with random flee
From every bough it seems to pluck
Until each one is bare,
Now soon the winter shall be here
With icy chills the frosts and snow
When I'll not stop but carry on
And find no comfort there.

Upon this bench so old and worn
That's scrawled and etched on every slat
And smeared with food from yesterday
Yet still to me so kind,
For here within my solitude
Away from all the toil and spite
I'll take my time to look around
When others seem so blind.

Within this park the children play
Upon the swings the slide and frame
And run around upon the grass
Just like I used to do,
But now so many years have passed
And older but no wiser I
And wish I had my youth again
Reliving times I knew.

Upon this bench I sit and wait
And as the people pass me by
Some of them do speak to me
Some look the other way,
Yet here the grass shall always grow
Beneath my tired and aching feet
A friendly place I call my own
Where often I do stay.

I long for daffodils of spring
To watch them all come into flower
Then wave upon the gentle breeze
Such beauty there to see,
Then listen to the birds that sing
Their sweet refrains as if for I
And I alone shall hear them all
Each golden melody.

I leave the bench behind me now
And walk along the stony path
That's still adorned by copper leaves
To where the breeze has blown,
But know that soon I shall return
To look upon this view again
And watch the seasons changing
In this place I call my own.

ANDREW BLAKEMORE




Posted by sashk69 at 11:12 AM
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Wednesday November 12, 2008

Tears

It is so small
but it holds so much
it can mean so many different emotions
tears of joy
tears of relief
tears of love
tears of loss
tears of pain
tears of suffering
tears of regret
tears of passion
tears of helplessness
tears of depression
tears of anger
tears of hatred
tears just because
so many tears are shed
so many tears are blend
so many tears go unwiped
so many tears go unnoticed
for within one tear
such strong emotions grow
a tear so small
can show so much
if you actually take the time to look
if you actually open up your eyes
you can see the true emotions felt within that tear

The Queen of Pain



Posted by sashk69 at 1:25 PM
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Wednesday October 29, 2008

Amidst the Flowers a Jug of Wine

Amidst the flowers a jug of wine,
I pour alone lacking companionship.
So raising the cup I invite the Moon,
Then turn to my shadow which makes three of us.
Because the Moon does not know how to drink,
My shadow merely follows the movement of my body.
The moon has brought the shadow to keep me company a while,
The practice of mirth should keep pace with spring.
I start a song and the moon begins to reel,
I rise and dance and the shadow moves grotesquely.
While I'm still conscious let's rejoice with one another,
After I'm drunk let each one go his way.
Let us bind ourselves for ever for passionless journeyings.
Let us swear to meet again far in the Milky Way.

Li Po



Posted by sashk69 at 6:13 PM
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Tuesday October 14, 2008

In the depths of Solitude

i exist in the depths of solitude
pondering my true goal
trying 2 find peace of mind
and still preserve my soul
constantly yearning 2 be accepted
and from all receive respect
never comprising but sometimes risky
and that is my only regret
a young heart with an old soul
how can there be peace
how can i be in the depths of solitude
when there r 2 inside of me
this duo within me causes
the perfect opportunity
2 learn and live twice as fast
as those who accept simplicity

Tupac Shakur

Posted by sashk69 at 12:43 PM
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Monday October 06, 2008

Woman

To fulfill immortality in life
Is woman's truth
Whose sole deed is
To disclose us to ourselves,
To whom next to Almighty
All owe their life
And who makes it worth having,


Although in the veil of desire
Is but lust made flesh,
Nature's agreeable blunders
In the magnifying glass of spite,
Yet no man is whole in himself
Save she's the rest of him.
What puzzles the mind,

Heart can understand only by love,
Awareness can touch only by virtue,
So rich in variety
Each perfect in its own line-
Woman-mother, woman-sister, woman-friend,
Revered when alive,
Venerated when dead.

Yoonoos Peerbocus

Posted by sashk69 at 10:29 PM
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Sunday September 28, 2008

I am being killed by love

'.........Love It kills slowly and painfully...'
-Khalil Gibran
---

Hello friends!
Accept as true!
Am being burned!
Am being pulverized!
Am being pierced!
No acquittance
No way to run away
Am being killed by!
My heart being drilled by love!

Love killing me to be a PERFECT LOVER!
Love killing me to transform 'dust into pure gold'.

Love successfully have captured me
Love kissing me to die
Love embracing me to fly
Love hugging me to say good-bye!

Yeah, My friend Khalil,
I know
Love killed out thou!
What are you doing now?
Are you looking at this world-
'as infants look upon the breast of their mother'? (Khalil said)

Listen, my beloved,
I see thy all over, always.
Was peering into thy heart all along.
Why God's eyes upon his beloved every step!

Our lips thirsty
Seeking coupling.
What can I do dear!
I am ordered-
'Seek thirsty, do not seek water.' (Rumi said)

If thy give a cup of venom
I will drink with joy!
And my final words would be-
Let me die
hiding face my
into bosom thy!

Oh! Am being burned!
No way to run away
It's only thy and HE concerned!
Am being killed by Love!


Yes, Me too, will say, as khalil emitted-
'Good-bye my beloved I must leave
before the heartening moon vanishes'!

Loving thy I will die-
this is the truth.
May our love evolve in ‘devine romance’!

Kill, kill me kill
Drill, drill my heart by love thou
I would be a PERFECT LOVER to know!

Love killing me to transform 'dust into pure gold'.

Sarwar Chowdhury

Posted by sashk69 at 11:37 AM
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Wednesday September 17, 2008

Beautiful !

Honesty is beautiful
Kindness is beautiful
Intelligence is beautiful
Talent is beautiful

Beautiful is a romance with such abundance
Beautiful are the flowers that roam the earth
Beautiful is awaking to the sound of singing birds
Beautiful is a disguise
Playing hide and seek inside and outside
Beautiful is as naked as the rising sun
Beautiful is delightful and truthful
Beautiful is the golden daylight that shines
And the taste of sweet colored red wine
Beautiful was never ever created by mistake
Beautiful is the ingredient we bake life’s cake
When all or nothing is at stake

I am beautiful
You are beautiful
We are beautiful

Beautiful is great
Beautiful is sweet
Beautiful is love
Beautiful is power

Come to me Mr. & Mrs. Beautiful
Let me into your little secret
Of why you are so obedient and dutiful

Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi

Posted by sashk69 at 10:24 PM
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Saturday September 06, 2008

# Just before the God

Dear God
being obsessed by incisive heartiest expressions
I am expressing to you- 'the Creator without directions'
that you know, I am in the act of washing Myself with love.
Heart to heart, mind to mind is my first choice in this voyage
across the world.

God!
You know, here the debate has been going on since
the beginning of human civilization that
you exist or not.
The people who has been rejecting your presence
and saying you are a delusion without any crystal clear proof.
I do not go to uphold their position
as I am with them who providing your attributes-
the indirect proofs of the creator whose artwork the universes.

God
I comprehend that You are the first cause
and we all the second subordinate to You.
Its your great art work
I apprehend that the universes are full of mystery
and mystical Phenomenons are smilling all over-
as much as we know
as much as we do not know.

God
And I comprehend that 'Woman is a ray of God'
I respect her and love her.
You know its not only carnal passion that my love directed at-
but sometime man-shaped animals are
misusing this tremendous blessing.
I apprehend that the interplay of light and shade
in relation of blessed man and woman are
truely creating wave of joy!


God
It is more than twenty years ago
my Ego, my body and mind became young
by the rule of your time selected for this ours galaxy
It is your grace upon me that i need not pray for rejuvenate me
for rejoicement of union with darling whom you destined-
Who would be she I do not know.
I am pleased seeing that
people consider me as of twenty five!
God! you know, I have not experienced a tiny sweet kiss
from exclusively dynamic lips misusing my youth yet
only fearing you.

God
You know the girls
who were oppressed or their honesty looted by man-shaped satan
and that causes their mind imprisoned by vulnerableness
and they have been getting wrong day by day
and I am afraid- they may consider singer birds are as fierce Falcon!

Forgive me God if it is interference
I just submitting words before you-
Save innocent lives from fraudulents and make available
the not-bombastic words as well to this your poet.
And God! Save societies from the ultra violet rays of fanaticism!
...........................
'Woman is a ray of God' was discovered by great mystic poet Jalaluddin Rumi in his Masnawi.
..........................

28,29,30,31 july 2008

sarwar chowdhury

Posted by sashk69 at 11:13 AM
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Monday August 25, 2008

Hope

"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.


Emily Dickinson

Posted by sashk69 at 1:57 PM
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Tuesday August 12, 2008

Dreams

Dreams

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

Langston Hughes

Posted by sashk69 at 11:10 PM
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Tuesday August 05, 2008

Farewell

I have got my leave. Bid me farewell, my brothers!
I bow to you all and take my departure.

Here I give back the keys of my door
---and I give up all claims to my house.
I only ask for last kind words from you.

We were neighbors for long,
but I received more than I could give.
Now the day has dawned
and the lamp that lit my dark corner is out.
A summons has come and I am ready for my journey.

Rabindra Nath Tagore

Posted by sashk69 at 5:13 PM
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Friday July 25, 2008

What is beautiful?

Beautiful is the ‘thank you’
Wrapped with gratitude
Offered to someone
Who goes out of his way,

Sidetracking his own self-
Nay, his very survival,
To help a lame dog
Over the hedge.
Beautiful is he

Though without tomorrow
Enjoys the heat of the moment
Or the cold stare of fate
Without sorrow
Cultivates good feelings

In the teeth of adversity
Notwithstanding in a second
His breath could be taken away.
Beautiful is he who nurses
The victims through the thick of war

Carrying his humanity
Quietly and humbly
In a bloodthirsty world.

Yoonoos Peerbocus

Posted by sashk69 at 11:33 AM
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Thursday July 17, 2008

Brink Of Eternity

In desperate hope I go and search for her
in all the corners of my room
I find her not.

My house is small
and what once has gone from it can never be regained.

But infinite is thy mansion, my lord,
and seeking her I have to come to thy door.

I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky
and I lift my eager eyes to thy face.

I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish
---no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through tears.

Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean,
plunge it into the deepest fullness.
Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch
in the allness of the universe.


Rabindranath Tagore



Posted by sashk69 at 11:53 AM
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Saturday July 12, 2008

If You Forget Me


I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda

Posted by sashk69 at 7:48 PM
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Saturday July 05, 2008

Phenomenal woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Maya Angelou

Posted by sashk69 at 11:46 AM
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Wednesday May 07, 2008

My husband

Although I believe in reincarnation,
I hope you would not be my husband in my next life,
I had a dream that my life will be an oasis of love,
With you as my lover and supporter in the daily rituals of life.

You turned my garden of love into the battle ground of sexes,
The world according to you is what you envision,
The compromises you promised, you totally forgot,
The eternal love you sought only comes on your lips during the encounters of love.

May be I should leave you and enjoy my freedom,
Other men will offer me gifts and compliments,
You promised to shower me with stars and jewels,
Now what I get is trash talk and empty promises.

With so many years of my life around you,
I speak and think like you, I have become part of you,
In spite of illusions elsewhere, I want you to love me more,
You give in a little and let me make our beautiful world.

Posted by sashk69 at 5:31 PM
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Tuesday March 04, 2008

Don't break my heart

Don’t break my heart with the insensitive words,
Touch my heart with love and care,
Don’t tear it apart with senseless acts,
Play with it with feelings and romance,

I wait whole day for your return home,
The click of keys on the door brings melody to my ears,
I don't expect you to make comments on the house unkempt,
when I am waiting for the romance, hug and kisses.

A word or two of appreciation would make my day,
A hint of nagging would destroy my dreams,
Make me feel part of your body and soul,
Don't let me feel miles away when you are so close.

Look down deep in your heart,
I am waiting there for ever for you,
If you break my heart,
My feelings will hurt and our love would fade.

Posted by sashk69 at 11:51 PM
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Sunday January 27, 2008

Where Am I ?

Am I living in the past?
Remembering the sweet moments of our life,
Dreaming only of romance and closeness of our hearts,
Ignoring the differences and bitterness which kept us momentarily apart.

Am I living in a dream world?
A world where affection reigns supreme,
A place where no one argues or complains,
A paradise of love, smile and sweet accord.

Am I living in the present?
The many hurdles in everyday life is hard to imagine,
Where a mole argument can become an obstacle mountain high,
Where the realities overshadow my daydreams and strangle my emotions tight.

Where am I?
Living in the present wishing for the bittersweet past,
Wishing a compassionate present in a fantasy dream world,
Living days of my life and hoping for the best.

Posted by sashk69 at 3:28 PM
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Monday January 07, 2008

GrandMa

GrandMa, you are God's unique creation,
The time has taken toll on your frail body,
The silver hair and wrikles on your face,
have many stories embedded to be told.

You dedicate your life for the welfare of your children,
grand children, you like most,
You feel the happiness and sorrows of us all,
You see us as part of your self.

You share your experiences and knowledge in the time of need,
You spend time and explore the Holy books,
Looking for the meaning of life and the eternal peace,
Your trust and faith in God makes us beleive in God.

GrandMa, you are the part of our family history,
Many generations wrapped in one,
Your personality and aura is so strong,
It is reflected in our smiles and will transcend into generations to come.

Posted by sashk69 at 11:31 PM
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