Writing Village:Poetry

When She Smiles…

2011-03-22T08:19:00.001-07:00

When she smiles gloom dies,
When she smiles bloom sighs.
When she smiles meaningful becomes life,
When she smiles happiness becomes rife.
When she smiles life gets confident,
When she smiles strife gets absent.
When she smiles, blissful becomes surround,
When she smiles, beautiful becomes around.
When she smiles, rainbow glowers,
When she smiles, glee-bow showers.
When she smiles, earth becomes more new,
When she smiles, sky becomes pure view.
When she smiles, dew gets sheen,
When she smiles, hope gets umpteen.
(Dedicated to a friend who inspires life)

Contributed by Neeraj Kumar
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Twelfth Rib

2009-11-11T01:18:00.000-08:00

Women, descendants of Eve,

Are the best thing to happen, I believe.

Imagine Adam, in the Garden roaming alone,

Every breath must have been a bored moan.

His life was bliss, banal, full of leisure,

Unaware he was, of worldly pleasure.

This Guy needs company, he needs to laugh,

Thus came along Eve, the better half.

Apple she introduced and the knowledge ace,

With her blessings, thus started the human race.

To call it Adam’s downfall, is surprising,

Rather than that, it was human uprising.

To Adam’s life, she added color and hues,

And to this day, it still continues.

From times immemorial, such is the tale,

Man’s life revolves around a female.

From the moment of birth, till he dies,

For the comfort of female company, he cries.

Find the right company, and he can stand tall,

Beware, she can be the reason of a major downfall.

Every successful man has a female in the hind,

Doomed are they when she turns fiend.

She is the source of ecstasy, also of agony,

She can be fountain of joy, or of pain a many.

She can take you low, she can take you high,

She can make you laugh, she can make you cry.

She can make you miserable, or happy and gay,

Two sides of the same coin, I would say.

Statement to the contrary, are void and null,

Life without women, would be extremely dull.

Just one rib and life is enriched with colorful tones,

How I wish, Adam had donated all his bones!!!!!

contributed by: ~G.S. Battu

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There is no Love in a Call Centre

2009-08-19T11:04:00.000-07:00

There is no Love in a Call Centre

There is no love in a call centre
No love
No sound

Only when we walk through the park; the rain just starting and the cobwebs sparkling
The church steeple I form with your hand

There is no love in a call centre
Never clean
Never warm

The sky mixes light blue with cream as we watch two rainbows for some time
Then notice they have gone

There is no love in a call centre

Each day I slide my name In and Out, these are the days I saw
The four foot square carpeted floor, is that all I are?

There is no love in a call centre
No light
No home
We go to sleep with the comedy hour, Alex Riley burbles away
Old Harry’s Game we play
We try to keep the telescope steady and frame the surface of the moon, the booklet tells us how
But without a drink, we shook too much, and knew we must come down

There is no love in a call centre
Only time
Only days

Around a desk, we old guys
Try to remember something genuinely funny that happened years ago
To someone who doesn’t work here now
To convince the new folk that it’s okay, there are benefits in becoming us

But stagger back
With half arsed smiles
And recognize the same

Thought our lives would amount to more
Than dream fading, interest waning, how far can I push this,
Shame

There is no love in a call centre
Nothing warm
Nothing good

In the park at night, we watch fireworks burst like ink spills on the empty page
And do not feel the cold

I tell you that your cooking is the taste of home
You tell me you always feel safe when I am driving
And, given the chance, we would spend every second of every minute of every hour of every day, my house, the world, the universe, together

The only real plan we ever have
Is together

There is no love in a call centre
No love
No sound

Contributed by:~Merrick Whyte
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God, this is an elegy for you

2008-11-16T01:58:00.000-08:00

God himself was in wonder
in the uncovered tale of his forms
that from the ages
hearing the moans of unlimited prayers
how much he did mistake
that why he did not entered in the idols and pictures
to speak the truth

those who metamorphosed the wealth and religion
into the power of witchcraft
they entwined the turban of his incarnation
and are silently celebrating the festivity of his death
the illusions unarmed by the power of
their organs of sense
were also stretching out
to excel the graph of excellence

the devotees who recognize the fall and rise of market
and pulling out the suitable zests for themselves
from Amartyasen and Louise Althuser
are spreading away like a software
or a information network

God, who is slumbering in the drunkenness
of invisible and absent ether
and becomes destitute
seeing the world which is exhausted
by the song of his name

and lifting the hidden meanings
from the books written in the name of god
man announces the death of world and man himself.

Contributed by:Pravin Rai Jumeli

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The Tale of a Town and Many Villages

2008-11-16T01:54:00.000-08:00

The painted winds of east
gushed, told a tale and went
Possessing the blanket knitted by cold and dust
the new flowers hided that tale
throughout their eyes
within their hearts

Years, as fishes in the water
slipped away from the time
the love of the town bulged as mountains
in the angles of desire
in the marshes of will

One night the awaken mother saw that
plucking the flowers from the stem of village
Gangtok1 was fleeing away
From that very night and in every night
Gangtok snatches and takes away the flowers
also the leaves, branches and stem

and one day, mother went their and saw:
Gangtok was not became a garden by so many flowers
again she returned and saw:
the songs of birds that Gangtok could not steal
also the tune of winds and the smell of earth
indeed it is impossible to steal the flats of solitude
oh, impossible is to rob the blue verse of sky
also the Sa Re Ga Ma Pa Dha Ni Sha of the streams

‘Mother, only flowers are not your offspring
these songs, these tunes and these smells
these flats, these verses and
the ascending scales of musical notes
are also your children
You are not solitary, mother
not you are alone’:
Saying this the flowers of Lalpatey
showed her palm

Mother picked the radiance of the Sun
and hided within her womb.

Translated from Nepali Pravin Prakash Jhumeli.

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Desolate

2008-09-21T21:35:00.000-07:00

"Frothy, torrid waters rushing onward
cascading over lichen covered stones
wearing a passage
waywithout a concern to where

Etched, snow laden branches
finger-like designs grasping
upward towards the leaden sky
plaintively, as if seeking reassurance

Chill air, snatching any warmth,
making silvery fog clouds
then dissipating with scarcely
a trace or care, unfettered

A lone ragged crow
gives one harsh caw
peering with beady eyes
flapping his wings, soars upward

All is desolate, all is still "

Contributed by: Linda Lee Ruzicka

Torn

2008-09-21T21:30:00.000-07:00

Pang vanquished all my emotions
Clutching my heart causing unbearable pain
Tearing my past behind desperation
Refusing to halt its wrath leaves me forsaken.

I struggled away from the sad reality
But I ended up distraught and desperate
As I wait for the old pomp to revive with victory
I was left in an ebbing crave's state.

With poignant memories, casting a light of endless gloom
The incessant mourning eventually drives me insane
Only to break in a lonely ember's doom
I find myself cowering in so much pain.

Contributed by:Rachelle Arlin Credo

Always Be There

2008-09-21T21:29:00.000-07:00

"I'll always be there for you…"
laughter to the lonely,
that whisper to my ears.
The pledge was his, I knew
Mushiest line on a sunny day

Spoke them by heart,
simple words of a simple man
My knight. My friend. How could I tell?
This dreamer he tried to protect
Tangled in perils he would strongly
Object. Object, object…he tried.
But give up, I would have lied.
This dream stronger than I,
The dream was finally mine!
He disappeared,
the pain in his eyes crystal clear.
He could not see why.

I soared, conquered
Without him by my side.
Revelations, the limelight never lost
My words punished, cured.

But on a night seemingly
a lot like other nights
Screeching motion.
A car. Then my body took
The explosion.
The car!
Returned to nowhere whence it came.

I died, I should have
But the pain was beyond
My lips
And the eyes
That served me so well
Could have crippled me for eternity
If not for a miracle
Could have been for someone,
Not for me.
Trauma. I fought. Trauma. I fought.
I lived.
Then I saw. Him!
Like a ghost painted on the park
Lips tainted with
A never before seen
Ease of his smile
Him! Handsome as the devil himself.
Questions. Utter tug-of-war
Should I approach, should I go?

It hit me, cold as snow
I loved him still
It ached me so
He stood. Was it in answer to me?
Behind dark glasses who knew what
Emotions he bore?
He walked. It could have killed me
The cane in his hand led,
Paved the way as past scenes
In the operating room unveiled!

Contributed by: Sheryl Joy P. Olano

Cold Ingratitude

2008-09-20T21:42:00.000-07:00

You note the frost upon the windowpane
And curse the season for its temperament.
Your bitter thoughts turn toward the springtime rain,
Which suits you--not December's icy tent.

As winter tears beat down upon the glass
And plead for mercy from a selfish heart,
You dream of sunlit dew on morning grass,
Oblivious to Nature's wintry art.

The beauty of the flowers in the fields
Is all you count as worthy, even though
Without the mask of death that winter wields,
The gratitude for spring you'd never know.

It's best to leave the flowers where they stand,
For then it would be May that would be bland.

A Villanel

2008-09-19T08:37:00.000-07:00

He played upon the sunken brow of midnight
A winged seraphim before a gossamer bay
So lost was he in joyous flight

Seemingly oblivious to truth of plight
Stopping not to kneel and pray
He played upon the sunken brow of midnight

I paused to admire him in the moon's first light
A lonely watcher of his jaunty play
So lost was he in joyous flight

Beneath a willow I laid out of sight
To a private tune, he continued to sway
He played upon the sunken brow of midnight

Soon his songs filled the night
His echoing voivce rose high and gay
So lost was he in joyous flight

On he sings to the moon now bright
Heedless of tomorrow's day
He played upon the sunken brow of midnight

Vaporous mist of wretched black
across the boggy distant flors
Dancing-prancing to the sea and back
an incestuous cousin of the rancid moors.
Beguilling as any temptress
you weave a macabre illusion
cloaking the buttress
so he toils in delusion.
What fable befalls our luscious night
when the stars seem loathe to shine?
But for one glimmering speck of light,
would I pronounce this insipid world...all mine.

What fires burned so brightly
against a midnight sky,
to take leave of life
all things which happened by?
When, in the heavens
the angels roared in pain
to cease the mindless destruction
and learn to love again.
Oh, but for the curse of jealously
did the fire earn its first ember-
its crackling call life, that
which I do remember.

Contributed by:~Elizabeth Blevins

Water

2008-06-23T23:45:00.000-07:00

The eye of outward sense is as the palm of a hand,
The whole of the object is not grasped in the palm.
The sea itself is one thing, the foam another;
Neglect the foam, and regard the sea with your eyes.
Waves of foam rise from the sea night and day,
You look at the foam ripples and not the mighty sea.
We, like boats, are tossed hither and thither,
We are blind though we are on the bright ocean.
Ah! you who are asleep in the boat of the body,
You see the water; behold the Water of waters!
Under the water you see there is another Water moving it,
Within the spirit is a Spirit that calls it.
Keep silence that you may hear Him speaking
Words unutterable by tongue in speech.
Keep silence, that you may hear from that Sun
Things inexpressible in books and discourses.

Contributed by:~Mihad Ali
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My Eternal Friend

2008-06-08T06:38:00.000-07:00

I've never seen God
But I know he's there
Cause' deep within my heart
I feel his loving care
God is no stranger
He's a friend to me
He's my best friend
For all eternity

He's my eternal friend
He's always there
Always caring
Always watching over me
When others turn away
I know he will always be
Walking alongside of me

I'm looking forward
To seeing god each day
Even though I don't know
What I'll have to say
As I gaze on his glory
A smile on my face
Deep inside my heart
I'll know I've finished
The race
God is real
So real to me
He's my best friend
For all eternity

He's my eternal friend
Always watching over me
When others turn away
I know he will be always there
Watching over me

Contributed by:~Timothy Whitt

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Doubt

2008-06-04T21:01:00.000-07:00

The lights have shined down
Then dusty echoes have stilled to lore
Flight has been denied.

Work I have for what?
Just scatter tears to an ocean?
Here what I for?

Light flicker than gleam
A sudden flash of light then dim
Night shallows the rest.

Come to the darkness
The water is fine today
Water is cool so

Come to the night
Where in the place, they are

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Towards Ending Night

2008-06-01T21:12:00.000-07:00

Night forever, light once gone
Bring not me those who's lives are gone;
Hell takes rule and light betrays
All who follow in its ways;
Death not once for what I found.

Hell brings night and undying grounds;
Wish for the star to bring that day,
That hell once more shall Neva stay;
Death not once for what I found
Hell is coming to this ground.

Be prepared for nights deadly wrath,
None shall keep what they once had.
Hell is coming...Cannot be betrayed
Run fellow men...your lives in vain
Hell is coming...this is it!

Are you ready? Your nights...are kept!
This book contains your dying wishes
Your final hours, you weeping wishes;
All begone, pity not to thee...
Your life is gone, from once thought he.

~Jesse Emo

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I'll Change your Name to Tammy, if You want me to

2008-05-03T00:41:00.000-07:00

I'll change your name to Tammy if you want
me to
I will actually do anything for you
I'll go to the grocery just give me the word
And I will buy anything
Especially dessert

~ G David Schwartz

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It's not True

2008-05-03T00:40:00.000-07:00

It's not true all rings are round
Some are octal
You can see them in Greece
But think about this, please
Is there a square ring?
(ever seen men boxing?)

~ G David Schwartz
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Memorial Thoughts

2008-05-03T00:38:00.000-07:00

Memorial Thoughts

Hunkie dinky rigmarole
I think I will go to the sto
Or the laomat if you with
Just to get me a very good thought
To replace what I have forgot

~G David Schwartz
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Steps

2007-11-28T08:07:00.000-08:00

Preface: While going to office I have to climb 30 steps to reach my office.
My thoughts are scribbled as follows:

Oh! Man!
Do you know whenever you climb up the steps
You'll have to climb down one day.
You don"t know what will happen when you stamp
On each step until you reach there

May be you are gasping when you reach there
But you feel proud that you are on top
But understand you are never on top
Since you need to climb down one day.

How many of you remember this
Just to pray God not to fall down
One day all of a sudden
Since falling is inevitable

Steps are good to climb up
But good to climb down also
The destiny always
Remains the same

Events are happening around us
Analyse events keeping the above
Scenario, you will not be surprised
Since one day everybody have to climb down

Sequence of up and down to be
Balanced by a spiritual way
So will not be hurting your mind
Since mind has to survive this fall

While you are climbing, be sympathetic
To the people who climb down
You should know the fact
One day you will have to follow him

If you know this core philosophy
Why quarrel on behalf of ideology
Why quarrel on behalf of caste, creed
Why quarrel on behalf of religion ultimately

contributed by:Prasad Krishna

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Love

2007-10-15T09:31:00.001-07:00

We all need a love
To hold us
To lift us
To give us
When life threatens
to sink us
A love that will never fails us
A love from god above
A love of comfort
A love of courage
Filled with wisdom and
Caring
A love that is ageless
And enduring
A love passed from
Generation to generation
This is our father's love
A love for all nations

In this ever darkening world
God's love is a light
That shines through
The darkest night
A love to touch your heart
A love for you to share
A love that will not depart
We all need god's love

Contributed by:~Timothy Whitt

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Serenity

2007-10-15T09:30:00.001-07:00

" Feeling the sun on my face,
the dirt sifting through
my bare toes
the play of shadows on my arms

Light, dark, dark, light
the leaves softly swaying
in the breeze that caresses my face
and strokes my hair

The rustle of the tall grasses
the gentle lapping of the water,
the feeling of inner serenity
the acquirement of inner peace"

Contributed by:Linda Lee Ruzicka

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Tired

2007-10-15T09:28:00.000-07:00

Tired of trust,
Tired of faith,
Tired of your sweet lies my friend,
Take me now,through the truth,
Take me through the fire of hell,
Burn me up, Break me down,
Kill me Today, to save your tomorrow,
Do it, Do it my friend,
For your better fate

'Cause here I'm tired,
Tired of being serene,
Tired of being victim of your pride,
Tired of my civilized mind

Pray,Pray I don't survive,
Demons in me are up on rise,
Wanting to hear your screams,
To have feast of your flesh,
Dying to taste your blood,
To burn you in to the hell

Casue here I'm sick,
Sick of being sane,
sick of your kind,
sick of my tears and pain

Kill me today, I'm in your hand,
Tomorrow things wont be the same,I know,
My soul is on way to glommy heaven,
Lurking in the valley of death and disaster

Here I stand as I am,
Cause I'm sick and tired,
On my kness,with fears and grief,
I'm fading,yes I'm fading,
kill me , kill me I'm going,
Kill me , Kill me ..I'm gone.

Contributed by:~Dhaval N. Vadgama

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Passing Through

2007-10-07T03:01:00.000-07:00

Can I interest you in my queries?
I've figured out what satisfies them.
I feel that they are stupid.
They don't make much sense to me.
These things, they make life,
at least as it should be.
I'll suppose you're only passing through
if you show no interest.

I feel terribly wrong, just playing along.
Now and here is what and when counts.
You can go a long way what goes anyway.
Things can really get out of hand
if we make our own rules over and
over again because the rules
that we made and were following earlier
didn't do us any good.
You're going to have to understand
sometime down the line that if
you're going to get anywhere
during the course of your life,
you're going to have to give into
the calling for which this life is purposed.

That calling we have no say in.
That calling's been determined well in advance.
That calling's your place in the cycle
that's created so that the
world doesn't stop turning.
That calling's no enslavery,
it doesn't bind you down from anything.
Freedom is only a choice
in which you choose the
consequence that follows.
To only pass through or not,
you can choose.

Passion defines purpose
and is borne within ones self.
Passion is contagious and needs
no instigative response to be going strong.
Passion comes from deep within
ones heart and soul and only has the
ability to speak to another's heart and soul.
It can irritate you or you can
fall in love with it apart from
standing in awe of it whether
you choose to deny it or not.
Passion lives life for you otherwise
you don't live at all.
Passion isn't a rat race,
it's the goal of life.

It separates one only passing through
one living life away.
If it irritates you,
it shows you only want to pass through

Contributed by:~Sunil Noronha

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The Alms of Living

2007-10-06T23:49:00.000-07:00

In this infernal cyclone,

Immersed in brine till shoulders I am.

You know this was not my natural habitat.

A moment’s annoyance of the Deity,

Made us the theme of these tumultuous events.

However, an artless though splendid fight continues,

When I splash my blind route,

While swimming against the current,

And become a laughing stock of seasoned mariners.

My thirst could never dry this ever rising reservoir.

And a lasting scuffle with the water giants,

Won me nothing except an opaque watery grave.

And my heavenly nativity dissolved in dismal sea beds.

Now I firmly resent having these alms of living.

Praise be to destiny for condemning us to live!

Contributed by: Aamir Aziz

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Complacency is no virtue

2007-10-06T23:47:00.002-07:00

The world's so huge and wide.

There are many things to see
and know and many to keep
by your side.

You may have been given it all.

That's why it sounds so unimpressive
but I promise that if you make an
effort to understand,

you'll be able to look at the world in a way
that will make all things passing
by containing an element of wonder
which you would enjoy,

making that aspect of the world
and the people thereof happy
because they find happiness
in sharing their joy and
because that is wherein
happiness lies.

Contributed by:~Sunil Noronha

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The Writer

2007-10-06T23:47:00.001-07:00

Quill pen pushes against parchment.

Ink drying, it is the fabric of newly constructed worlds.

The mind is the only constraint.

The fourth wall is seamless.

Thought is fictious but creation is real.

That's why our own world seems so surreal.

Concise cogitation creates corporeal conditions.

Oh Foreign Father, Glorious Creator...

When will our epic be complete?

Contributed by:Christopher Ryan Wingate

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Capital Punishment

2007-10-06T23:43:00.001-07:00

Simple it seems but complex it is
Collection of inspired follies for some,
a challenge for others
A story without a title,
a journey without destination
A prolonged joke for some,
a momentary pause for others

Starts as a friend and deceives as a foe
A bed of roses for some,
an unending marathon for others
A frank deceiver,
a bargainer who always won
A loose structure incident for some,
a nightmare for others

Yesterday, today, tomorrow and so on...
A meaningful nonsense for some,
a tense snare for others
Philosophers’ ever green question
and historians’ foster child
An equivocal notion for some,
a plausible interlude for others

Real it seams but dramatic it is
A mirage in the desert for some,
a concrete impression for others
A meaningless enigma,
a purposeless clamour,
understood by none
Still….an optimistic wait for some,
a detestable weight for others

Contributed by: Aamir Aziz

A Fool In A Box

2007-10-06T23:43:00.000-07:00

was a fool in a box,
A sheltered fool that hungered
To spring out and have a taste
Of the intoxication they called love
With a smile painted on my face
For I always thought it sweet

Not for long, my waiting was paid -
The box was unlocked
And out I burst
In vivid colors of joy

Yet before I could even
Touch the ground
Of the world I so craved,
Of a freedom I so envied,
Back I was pushed with
The truth of the door

And I merely bent to its will
Till I was locked up again
Still I lay waiting…crumpled,
But not lost
As this happened over and
Over again

For the feel, the sight
Of the open space
Fed me dreams

Contributed by:Sheryl Joy P. Olano

Epileptic Confessions

2007-10-06T23:42:00.000-07:00

Here I celebrate the loss
of my seventy third year of birth.

At the top of a stony cliff,
in the light of a half lit candle.

The knife of confessions will mark
strange cuts on my conscience.

Ironic clap session will ensue,
with suffocating chuckles and smiles.

Those reminiscent omissions of my past,
evoke a flood of painful sighs.

For my wistful heart
which once shared everybody’s secrets

The youthful feelings took me
to the shrine of Heer.

Became a disciple of the hermit
but I was not worthy of it.

Turned to mystics
but my hollow passions dominated noble Ishq.

Man was my ideal, experience my guide
and happiness my destination.

Love became my religion;
still I was taken for an ignorant atheist

Every growing moment
brings wisdom in real sense of this world.

This never occurred to me,
I feel like an ignorant old bear
Which always surrendered before fate
and could not kill his bestial self.

Today I am a mature fool
who lived in the name of abstractions and words.

I feel convulsions in my heart;
wish me during these last humble breaths
Happy birthday to you………….…..happy birthday to you……….…….

Contributed by: Aamir Aziz

Drowned...Lost...Found

2007-10-06T23:41:00.002-07:00

I've been through a lot of things,
Never been through you
You're a smiling diamond
That eases me through and through
What's this sense of knowing
A sudden warm connection
From playground times
through guitar strums
Are you what I'm hoping for?

I'm drowned
Into those eyes which coated me
in its silken strands
of freshly molten chocolate
telling me I could say no wrong

I'm lost
Into the tease of knowing lips
that held in their silence
secret promises and a
sunny smile that stokes my fire
Drowned, I'm lost
And I don't want to be found

How you move me to courage
With your burning faith in me
And if I fail it will be
Your arms that will rescue me
You've taken me by surprise,
Become everything I need
So how could I give you up
When you are God's kindness to me

To the darkest of the nooks where I
Helplessly trembled as a child
You've followed me
To sing all my fears away
You've seen that I've been broken
And so you've taken
The fragments of my heart
Into the velvet of your hands

You never hold me back nor pushed me
To anything with you at all
And you, you've seen beyond
The gaily painted smile
Upon the sad face
That has silently loved you

So I'm drowned, I'm so lost...
But I've never been so found with you

Contributed by: Sheryl Joy Olano

Aching Heart

2007-10-06T23:41:00.001-07:00

Rain shatters
the far-from-slient
rush of people.

I invoke the weather,
the water,
the power.
Bring down your Rains!
Drown me in
this spring.
Quench my thirst
with your sky-well.
Let your heavenly
river flow.
Open the gates
of the dam
to the Aether
Firmament.
Cleanse me
with your waters.

Rain,
fall down on me.
I invoke you,
My waters.

Contributed by:Josh Owens

Aching Heart

2007-10-06T23:38:00.000-07:00

To follow my aching heart or not
That is what I want to know.
Should I catch a plane overseas
Or stay here, never to be heard or seen?
This is what I want to know.
I've left my heart, my soul and my life abroad,
Should I forget it and return to God?

Crystal clear exclamation
Falling from the sky.
Into a palette of blinding color.
Is it there time to say goodbye?
Time to say goodbye
They don’t belong there anymore
Screaming as they fall down.
When they meet it will be
At the Love God’s door.

Many individuals say that
great writers whether we are
poets, novelists, journalists,
or songwriters have one thing in common.
To some degree, we all seek the truth
we are all philosophers, philosophers
of ourselves, of the world around us,
whether that is our immediate space
or elsewhere...

Take it and reach for the stars here and there
Up and down, left and right
Stand up on the table and look at the glorious sight.
Sight of being able to read people, all the time, night and day
Finally, when we come back down, we can all say....
Owning ourselves and helping others own theirs is always
the direction to sway.

Contributed by:Mihad Ali

Playing Hooky

2007-10-01T20:05:00.000-07:00

Before I try one of those shops
I think I'll go to the cops
to report my missing link
that vamoosed before I could blink
down the drains
in one of those narrow by lanes
leaving me much in tears
and some red face, it appears

Surely the cops have ways
to solve this nasty case
They'll bring back home my babe
and all my heartaches they'll save
Soon there will be smiles all around
and tinkling laughter will resound
O yes, rhapsody will then reign
in my humble hearth once again

And if the cops don't do the trick
My wounds I will then lick
and turn to those pretty shops
where they sell such fancy props
Those riped stanzas and verses few
Upon My Troth ! I'll buy them all up too
For better or for worse
so that I can add the pricey verse
to those that adorn my stands
The paeans shaped by my bare hands

Why all this fuss, you wonder
spoiling my name and falling under
tasks bizarre that besmirch my way
Why this craze, you say
Buying scores and lines
by sixes and nines ?

Well the answer is quite plain to see
It's just to please dear old me
Since I sorely miss my arts
I now haunt these crazy marts
For if the cops won't my spirit find
I'll be left far behind
Heck, I know that's no excuse
But you see, I've lost my beloved Muse
and hence this wild goose chase
to save my half-baked face

contributed by: Indigo Iris

Cancer

2007-09-28T22:01:00.001-07:00

A woman sits in a chair,
chemo pulsing through her veins.

With a smile on her face,
to try and numb my pain.

Her beauty beyond measure,
the disease so black and cold.

I am but a pauper,
I have no bill to fold.

To watch her skin go pale,
to see the loss of hair,
is torture to my mind
but I cover my despair.

Strength is her weapon,
courage is its force.

For Cancer is a brutal savage,
who contains no remorse

Contributed by:~Jonas Fields

The Loon

2007-09-28T21:59:00.000-07:00

Beneath willow canopies
Under the beams of a crescent moon,
I trek the musky marsh
Following the mournful songs of a loon.
His call is a haunting echo
Clinging thickly to the fog
It surrounds the dampened moors
Creeping slowly across the bog.
Flighty is the bird I seek
From across the darkened bayou
Dampened though my spirits be
I begin my search anew.

I'll make love to the sun
languishing in its embrace.
Subtle kisses from my God
caress my waiting face.
His tongue fills my mouth
bringing tiny gasps of pleasure.
His velvet skin scorches me
like a lover's fiery treasure.
His white hot breath
whispers into my ear.
His breathy reassurances
ease my every fear

Contributed by:~Elizabeth Blevins

Exodus

2007-09-28T21:56:00.000-07:00

Thorny briars, pushed back too far
Draw blood upon the face and mar
The look of wonder in prying eyes
that seek a bird of paradise.

Little hands curl and clasp
stretch out to touch, to feel, to grasp
silken feathers-like sunlight, so fair
a bare whisper on skin, light as air.
A sudden hush inside garden walls
where once was heard, the many calls
of winged creatures who never knew
the touch of one, who never flew.

A hundred wings soar into flight
and block a sun, shining bright
to shade a child that once did seek
to know a creature, pure and meek.

Contributed by:~Elizabeth Blevins

Closing the Door

2007-09-27T08:53:00.000-07:00

All these works need to be displayed
Where all can see when they walk into the room
If I close the door on these beauties, things that make me feel alive and worthy what is left of me.
Walk in closets are so much better
At least I see what I have
I can pick and choose what I’d like to wear
Closing the door on most things means not wanting to see, to believe, to acknowledge it
Closing the door to the other world
Closing the door of my mind to my occupation and
Opening it up to calmness and meditation
Closing and blocking the anxiety of fear
Unless we have to, we should never close the door
Closing the door to the past, opening it wide to the future
The things I love should be open for all to see

contributed by: Mihad Ali

Always Be There

2007-09-27T08:50:00.000-07:00

Thought Mix

2007-09-27T08:49:00.000-07:00

Bestowed.

People fascinate me
The ritual of life on our planet
Blows my mind

Especially music
Mostly the sound of pumpin’ bass
The colours of the rainbow
Hypnotize me!

Magic

The fact that there is more
To things than meets the eye
The fact that there is a God
The fact that He is
In control

Is pretty intense
Is hard to comprehend
Horsehead nebula
He made it

My brother is like my dad
Very popular
Has many friends
Was talking to me this evening

We realized we followed
The same train of thought
This evening

He said he finds everyone interesting
Even the most unassuming
Guy on the street
Would have at least two qualities
Unique to him

He can smile at and help
The guy who just stabbed
Him in the back

It’s probably a very advanced
State of mind
Found only by those
Who seek that path

My life has been a rollercoaster
Actually most of it has just been
Boring
Wasted years

Turbo
Turn it around
Turn it up a notch
Shall we?

Contributed by: Dayan

Heart

2007-09-27T08:48:00.000-07:00

Breathing gives us heart
Breathing gives us control
Breathing gives us symphony
Breathing gives us control

Control of the minds
Control of our lives
Control of the moment
Control of the spies

Spies of the future
Spies of the past
Grace us with your presence
Peace: you won’t be attacked

Attacked verbally, physically or mentally
I’m going on record to say yes to thee
Being verbally rude and crude is one thing
Mentally just brainwashes your mind
Physically something worse I’d leave behind

Behind the curtain
Behind the door
Behind the carpet
Is the one you’re waiting for…

contributed by: Mihad Ali

The Dark Champion Speaks

2007-09-27T08:47:00.001-07:00

I have watched you with hunger in my eyes
The willful urge that seems to tug at me,
To spring out from me
To clasp and swallow you
Into nothingness
Is only curbed by the grip of reason
That keeps me on a leash
Oh, how often was I tempted
To relieve you of the burden of breath
How I've wanted to rush
The hands of my friend time;
I tempt him too, but sometimes
He's as rooted to reason as the master
Of his master
Do you even know you're his master, too?
That you create him?
That he only lives because he is remembered
And because you live?
Or are you too full of time to think of it?
Ah! There's fear, anger and hate - my comrades
And, I almost forgot, despair and sadness too.
Oh, here comes accident, the devious one…the thief Who makes me a deal and breaks it
And…of course, the beloved sacrifice…always so selfless

I am watching you; I walk with you
I lurk in the shadows, bask in daylight
Waiting for the chance to strike
I am the champion of destruction, but also of rebirth
I am death.

Contributed by:Sheryl Joy Olano

The Muse

2007-09-27T08:45:00.000-07:00

Supercilious sting
My definition right
My stature unattainable to your sight
Poetry
Prose
Word and verse
My loquacious statements
Can be withering
Like an evil curse
Meek
Mild
Self-Effacing
Are not things I consider
While you I’m debasing
Great
Good
Pinnacles to climb
Describes this Liliaceous
Practice of mine
I am not better
I am not worse
I just suffer from a twisted muses curse.

Contributed by: J.Vaughn

Illusion

2007-09-27T08:44:00.000-07:00

"A sheer mist covering the rocks
in a shroud of sparkling water
pounding with the sound of nature's drums

A myriad of colors spewing forth,
dazzling brilliance, richness of palette
forever moving, an illusion
of what may be"

Contributed by: Linda Lee Ruzicka

You

2007-09-27T08:43:00.000-07:00

You said I was nothing,
You said I was a failure
You called me a four eyes freak

You said I was not pretty enough
You called me dumb and stuff
Can’t take these mental attacks anymore!

Are you blind to see that these words hurt me,
If I said all of this to you
Would you like it or would it scar your inner peace and your sanity?

No matter what you say or do, you will never bring me to surrender
Think I forgot , Hell no, I remember!

contributed by: Mihad Ali

Amorous Episodes

2007-09-27T08:39:00.000-07:00

Can you forget those summer afternoons?
When we made promises to confront the world
Along the dynamic stream, in the shade of the harvest.
And a sudden free fall of a ripened mango,
Perspired us the very next moment.
When exuberance of youth, deceived us both.

Those recurring avowals of love and our fool’s paradise
Those dreamy afternoons and sleepless nights of our romantic illusion Remind me of our feverish and playful self imprisonment
How narrow our cosmos was, where no dream came true.
Our timely escapade, from the emotional cage, to the dusk of reality.
Though grim and strange it seems,
struggle and perseverance its message is.
Here tears follow cheers and pains enjoy monopoly.

The silent victim counters the jesters but what for?
His mind becomes a whirlpool of unanswered questions
He sings a song of melancholy and remorse, but for whom?
Who will solve this earthly riddle and escort us to the shore,
And who will rescue these hostages to fortune,
Who are in a dreadful insomnia, a painful prison.

O ignorance is a bliss and knowledge retards our reversion
And this brings the drop scene of our drowsy amorous episodes in complete fiasco

Contributed by: Aamir Aziz

Coalescing Moon

2007-09-27T08:24:00.000-07:00

Reflective beads of soft pinks and greens,
Pooled calmly in the dips and curves of a coalescing moon.
She waned good-bye,
And there God's palette of water-colours spilled over the heavens and the earth.

There was intent; a creator envisioned beauty in its purest form.
Like all things firm and round that succumb to bruising and sagging,
A sickening sweetness of an over-ripened time gone by becomes the inevitable truth.

Heaven journeys back to the beginning;
Unreachable before one has endured to the end.
A hunger for truth beyond the beginning,
Will drop a bitter residue to your tongues despair.

Contributed by: ~Kara Evelyn

Witches Brew

2007-09-27T08:23:00.000-07:00

Black, oily, dark as night, visions of goblins cloud my sight.

Hot, boiling, nasty stew, what the hell is in this brew.

Eye of new, lizard tail, don’t forget some of them nasty snails.

Drizzle drazzle and drizzle drom, in this brew I throw a gnome.

Moss, fungus, mushrooms too, all this stuff goes in the brew.

Boil it down in a big black pot, do it right, you just get one shot.

Spells, potions and lucky charms, these might help me from getting harmed.

Cooled down, handed out, drink this potion, I loudly shout.

Spinning rooms, eyes so red, I hope from this I don’t wake up dead.

Standing there with my eyes all blurry, I better move, I need to hurry.

Vodka, gin, bad whiskey too, all these taste better than the witches brew.

Contributed by:J.Vaughn

Unrequited Love

2007-09-27T08:22:00.001-07:00

So, there was you...
A zestful figure of flickering vibrations
Whispering enchanting hymns replete with passion
Like a soaring phoenix heralded by the tides
Relentlessly flying through the azure skies.

And there was I...
A searching shadow at sundown
A sojourner on a forlorn mound
Streamlined with ingenious fallible innocence
Only to submit with resisting acquiescence.

Then Cupid struck my heart...
Oh! My heart melted and liquified with fervor
Oblivious to the quibble of other people's rancor Bearing and forbearing the torments of sullen reality
I was swept with the turbulence of a love fantasy.

And then...
A realization came to hit my deepest core
Staggering my brains out and shaking my soul
As pang slowly vanquishes all that's left in me
Captivating my unfulfilled dreams into a vain reality.

Then, bah!
My heart began to speak earnestly
"What must I do to open your eyes and make you see?
Till death must I struggle to make you love me?"
Then my spirit broke and my sepulchre laid lifeless of a broken heart
Realizing your love was never mine right from the very start...

Contributed by: Rachelle Arlin Credo

Wanted! A Clown Incognito

2007-09-27T08:16:00.000-07:00

Beware of the feats of a veteran clown incognito

who is a myopic judge and underfed humped gambler

Convention, foresight, love and reason are whose cosmetic hues.

He is a royal merchant whose ship capsized along the shore

He is a serpent, a thief, an alligator and a sage behind single visage

His gadgets have varied standards

Builds shrines for the dead and spoils the living

Lacks sight and pretends insight

With a storm in his head, his manifesto is the same

Behold his hurried acceptance of crushing defeat

The authorities look at their brainchild aghast

A diseased, incorrigible and humble puppet of sand

A self-mocking savage, a lip-tight icon

A drowning carcass, an exhausted hound.

Vain glorious idolater, blind to the apex threads.

Wages war and signs the armistice in the same breath

A spoiled child, whose morals vary across the frontiers.

A mysterious vase, a beauty without truth

Toppled numerous gods for his personal throne

His infinite prophetic flights bear true witness to his godly genius

But his doglike ambush attacks on the left over, deny this claim.

A Stone, who has set ablaze his credentials of innocence

He is a poor mercenary pawn and a chessman simultaneously.

Such a notorious and familiar stranger he is and still at large.

May he be residing in your heart, arrest him and undress him.

Contributed by: Aamir Aziz

Lone Gull

2007-09-21T21:52:00.001-07:00

He glides low on tender wind, for just a moment,
To feel the spray of sea foam upon his face.
Weary keening fills the fevered sky,
As the search for sanctuary carries on.

Aching muscles strain against the rising tempest,
With no respite for this orphan of the air.
Radiant down receives the tears of the sobbing skies,
Which pelt his majestic head without apology.

Fingers of waves beckon - as enticing as Sirens -
To coax the fading traveller from his course,
Reaching higher to shatter the will
Of so gallant a warrior.

The horizon offers no gift
As darkness swallows its earthly meal.
With little more than a mournful echo,
All is silent under the slumbering sky.

Morning's rays stretch and bathe
In the warmth of the passive sea -
Its beauty unblemished,
Save a single white feather.

Contributed by: Diana L.M.I. Dawson

Leaving

2007-09-21T21:50:00.000-07:00

Departure pronounced, luggage
In a strong grip
An armor of unwavering doe eyes
And a splash of a frozen tight-lipped smile
Unmasked, an unwilling victim
Of change and time

A nagging thought, a refusal
For what she had to be
Mere wishful thinking, mere memories
In the twilight of her years
A face. A man of the brown eyes
To remain nameless in her lips
Seemed to shake her

A sigh of resignation
Burdened by unshed tears
Couldn't disguise
A little spark inside her
For another day

Yet, tomorrows in a foreign land
A promise unbound
A new beginning, a new life
All hers to take
Her mind could take her to places
But with him would remain her heart

Contributed by: Sheryl Joy P. Olano

MOO

2007-09-21T21:48:00.000-07:00

Dance in the soft moonlight glow,
dancing in shadows of things that you know.

Spin your body merrily in the night,
twirl in meadows beyond your sight.

Raise your spirit beyond what it knows,
seek out things that make love grow.

Mind not the moments that give you pain,
covet those moments that don’t cause rain.

Live free, true to yourself,
do this, mean it,
don’t put your life on a shelf.

In every life some rain does fall,
seek out shelter, don’t drop the ball.

I can’t tell you what you should do,
all I can say is those that can,
do and those that cant moo.

Contributed by: J.Vaughn

Funeral of Innocence

2007-09-21T21:47:00.000-07:00

An overwhelming pathos becomes impetus to this anthem of lament

I am an innocent dove, imploring for regain of my lost dynasty
where I laid eggs and my new ones opened their eyes.

An unknown apprehension of kites and falcons
led to the most irretrievable blunder on my part.

I reared a gluttonous serpent for guard of my best legacy.

It was nourished with the best of my daily findings.

Time passed and the count of my ova went down,
and so was with my offspring, just stains of blood remained.

Blame was laid on the vultures and their assaults,
and hence it placed an excuse for its inevitable stay.

The thought of migration stung me, since I loved my haven
a time came when I was declared an outcast from my heaven.

Why to express regrets for the nest when the tenants are gone!

Would that I had an eye to see through the common heresy and superstition.

On a bare shoot, I just flutter and weep over my folly.

Contributed by: Aamir Aziz

Driven

2007-09-21T21:46:00.000-07:00

Here I go again
Fate takes over
As I fulfill my destiny
As I obey the words
Of the wise

I can write
They tell me
Awesome!

I thank the Maker
For my good fortune
I hope to move mountains
Shatter known boundaries
Because I believe

The quest for what is
Drives me
It feels good to be given
A second chance

Contributed by:Dayan

Creator

2007-09-21T21:43:00.000-07:00

My soul vibrates
throughout space
and into the
nothingness
of reality.

My heart extends,
coursing vibrantly
through all time
and space.
From the center
of it all,
the center of me,
For I create this.

Contributed by:Josh Owens

Heart, don't lose your faith

2007-09-21T21:41:00.001-07:00

Heart, don't lose your faith
Past may have left you broken
Pick the pieces, fate awaits
Mind not my fall nor pain
Scars are not hurtful memories
But badges of the courage gained

Heart, don't bring me down
Heart, please heed me now
I must go to where I'm bound
To brave the willful torrents
For a fulfillment to be found

Heart, be brave…be strong
This journey may seem bleak and wrong
But living has fed me dreams
Dreams that kindle the embers of my will

Forward, high and low
Trust these feet will take me
Off to where you say go

Heart, don't lose your faith
Heart, don't bring me down
Though imperfection's in my blood
I shall capture what I lack
And be the glory of my God

Contributed by: Sheryl Joy P. Olano

Volcanic Eruption

2007-09-21T21:39:00.000-07:00

Fastidious, simple and plain was he
The king of the world of his own
An iconoclast inside and nothing outside
Richly poor but generous at heart was he

A laughing stock and silent customer was he
An irrelevant character of the absurd play of life
Facing wild stares and taunting remarks,
But still calm, alive and optimistic was he

Never happy with the fellow barbarians was he
Emotionally rational knowing the worth of spirit over flesh
Rearing a clash of ideas, custom was not an argument with him
Colliding with the monster and never giving in was he

A conscientious objector and true to his salt was he
A seer among the blind and real among the fake
Protagonist of the first rank, a self declared solo rebel
A hunter of the beast, but without the rifle was he

Led the mutiny but straight into the jail was he
The guilty tightened the noose round his neck
Now he is no more…..but he stands luminous in the dark
The pride of his age, a jewel lost in sand was he

Propounder of the natural order, a revolution in miniature was he
A glow which gave living meaning to detestable death
Nature forgot its scheme, perpetual fall replaced spring for ever
Once a silent volcano full of molten lava was he

Contributed by: Aamir Aziz

You

2007-09-21T21:37:00.000-07:00

You are a silhouette, hazy and gray
But a vain creation of lover's memory
A fair illusive vision everywhere displace
With a shady lustre away from my yearning embrace.

You are a lamplight glimmering with a flicker of surprise
A semblance of beauty that surpasses the azure skies
Endowed with a charm with a form of airy grace
Embellishing the black immensities in a peculiar maze.

You are an innocuous moonlight angel
With the loveliness exceptionally real
Across the cold and misty moonbeam
Where no twinge of conscience can deny in any theme.

Oh, you're but a being matchless to compare
A creature so alluring, how I love to touch your hair
But alas! You glided away and faded out from my vision
And only the whispers of your heart beats in slumberous fashion.

In the nocturne rhythm of the night
Where my perception was deceived by my sight
I was swept by the waves of realization -
You are just a dream, a product of my imagination...

Contributed by:Rachelle Arlin Credo

Beauty Is Here

2007-09-21T21:34:00.000-07:00

The wind whispers through the fall trees

As time rolls slowly by,

I see the colors of fall leaves

And know that winter is nigh,

I am coming, whispers Winter

Not too soon, says Fall,

Each has their season

And I love them one and all,

As the wind grows colder

And the warmth slows,

I shiver as I grow older

But the beauty of nature still glows,

Young or old, it matters not

It is all the same,

The beauty around us

Has joy within its name,

I hope that I shall see

Each sunrise anew,

And remember that

What I see is true,

Each day dawns with a feeling of joy

I rise to follow the whispering wind,

I inhale the fresh air that blows

I am satisfied with life and it shows

Contributed by:~Claud Lowe

You said what

2007-09-21T21:32:00.000-07:00

Clear, cold, and very concise,
conversations like this
are often quite nice.

Loquacious, long winded, verbose at best,
conversations like this make me
want to yell give it a rest.

Vivacious, bubbly, effervescent to me,
this is how I perceive that
all life should be.

Brooding, ominous, with dubious pretext,
conversations like this
often leave me feeling perplexed.

Discussing, conversing, using some words,
this is communication,
it’s how people are heard.

Perceptions, conception, mitigating circumstance,
hear what they say,
try giving them a chance.

Revile, denial, all happenstance,
these are the tools,
which people use for their morality dance.

Do what you say, say what you will,
precise terminology,
will give them a thrill.

Being fancy, laconic, or full of prose,
it can’t fill your garden,
or help grow a rose

Me, being simple, often quite plain,
I get my point across without
becoming involved in this game

Contributed by: J.Vaughn

Megalomania

2007-09-21T21:26:00.000-07:00

We bid farewell to these inhabitants of sandcastles

Who are the confessed impotent guides of the virgin heads

These professed vanguards of justice, order and parity

Who always stand condemned by their own contradictions

Whose verdicts make even the foxes hide in disguise

The drunken bulls forget their ferocity on seeing their villainy

Lunatic architects, who make a monument and destroy it in the end.

Pity for these famine-struck patronizers of the sparkling regiments

For whom the whole ration is their solo morsel

Always widening the gulf between their sayings and deeds

And becoming elated by ethereal pride in their ignorance

Preaching worship of the omnipotent in heaven,

And themselves behaving like a sinister deity on land

Oblivious of the approaching storm of acrimony, apathy and revolt

Which can reduce these airy fortresses to their shameful shrines

Alas! Fortune weeps over them and future puts a curse on them

And we bid farewell to these white-skinned one-eyed bearded fiends.

Contributed by: Aamir Aziz

One Bitter Night

2007-09-19T08:41:00.000-07:00

Onward, into unrealised dreams
Does she journey
In full muslin dress, teased by the mischievous wind.
Onward she glides, from the shore to the promise of the sea.

Tentatively at first, her prow seeks entry
Into the placid fathoms.
Emboldened by her keen acceptance,
She joins the watery dance, without forethought.

Taken by the wind of fancy,
She offers herself to the song of the deep
Until drunk with its salty mist.
Freely, joyfully, carelessly she goes onward.

Unnoticed, the covetous sky gathers its dusky arsenal
Building slowly, so as not to signal his intent.
With gale-wind passion he lashes out,
His icy claws ravaging her maiden beauty.

Thunderous waves slice across her desecrated body
Pummelling her until she surrenders at last,
In an explosion of splinters and tattered rags.
Lost is she, at the hands of an unscrupulous night.

Contributed by:Diana L.M.I. Dawson