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This thread is for English poems whether they be free verse, sonnets, or other metered poems. While wondering how to state the purpose of this thread, I was struck by all that this thread isn’t meant to be. So let me state what it isn’t and leave it up to participation to continue to define what it is.
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- From: Zahra (@ 202-63-167-57.broadband.isp.exatt.net)
on: Wed Apr 14 14:04:18 EDT 2004
GATEWAY
Yesterday night I saw a bizarre dream,
So uncanny everything did seem,
I was at the entrance, in front of a huge gate,
To see what was inside I had to wait…
As the gate opened, I could see many graves,
To enter it was not easy n I needed to be brave,
As I walked ahead, I was haunted by fear,
That the person dead, may be a person to me very dear…
Would it be my grand mom or would it be my grand dad?
Is it my mom or is it my dad?
Is it someone from my family or is it my friend?
Every step I took, more I was tensed….
As I came nearer, I traced my full family,
N this made me happy,
I could see everyone I knew,
Faces missing were few….
Each n everyone I could spot,
Then who was the person, I thought,
I was really eager to see,
After all who would it be?
As I approached the body covered with a white cloth,
To unveil the body or not, my mind n I fought,
As I unfasten the body from the cloth n saw the face,
I was mystified n stood still on that very place….
I couldn’t believe my eyes, as it was none other than ME,
I questioned GOD “ WHY ME?”
God smiled n answered “I have told u everyone has to die,
N will go away with the blink of the eye”….
I realized how much time I did waste,
By hurting others while taking decisions in haste.
I had so many uncompleted tasks,
Just one more day from god I did ask….
He said he couldn’t grant my wish,
N I cried out I should have used every moment given to me, how I wish,
At that moment I got up n looked out in the sky,
Tears still rolling from my eyes…
I thanked god for giving me another day,
N promised myself to use it in every way,
Because u never have a clue,
How many days are left with u…
- From: Karpagam (@ ncfmcc2.ford.com)
on: Fri Apr 16 21:23:29 EDT 2004
A Vignette.
A Vignette, an edition.
A painting, a portrait
A piece or a portion.
All I beseech, I beg, I pray.
When you say Adieu,
Leave me a cache, a finesse.
The rampant stream does not stop and will never.
To egress is certain.
To leave is fact.
No charge, No say.
Well, appeal is neither sin.
Engrave your presence
Farewell in style.
The touch, the embrace.
The soul wash and the fire.
The sense of the stroke.
And scent of the moment.
The warmth of the flame.
And echoes of the song.
A merit, a procurement.
A little bit that can stay.
A tiny piece of you.
A shadow will more than do.
I will surge my being, and breath.
Will nurture it with my own.
Make sure it is secure, and in delight.
Safe this in myself,
Like no other life or still.
Spread in me the kernel,
Sow in me the seed.
A tiny piece, a part of you.
Bury in my womb, a little spark of you.
A Vignette is all I ask…
Nothing more, nothing more at all.
- Karpagam
- From: nafiza (@ 202.89.147.57)
on: Thu May 13 00:27:16 EDT 2004
hi
my names nafiza
can u plz post these poems to my home address
my address is
144 Driver Cresent
porirua
wellington
new zealand
- From: murugesh (@ 61.11.89.38)
on: Mon May 17 04:04:47 EDT 2004
Past off the last;
Cast into fast;
drast and vast- if
thou want to exist
in thy globe
- From: Murugesh (@ 61.11.89.38)
on: Mon May 17 04:16:27 EDT 2004
HEAVEN TO HELL!
Welcome to a Land of Amity! – Thy Candor
Become then to the Grand Almighty! – I wonder
Howcome! I perceive the brand creativity – thy surrender
Seldom! I pursue the grant beauty – I wander
Awesome, even I achieve the sound eighty – in thy calendar
Random! I deceive the earned sympathy – I canter at
Handsome impressive the strand sweetie – thy lavender
Clearsome possessive with the banned hand, petty! – I blunder,
Nearsome I, on the eve to kiss the sand! Pretty – thy hauteur
Tearsome, Heaven cursive to miss the truant city – I hinder
Bearsome! When recursive to bliss, the demand loyalty? – thy mentor
Trysome with offensive to squeeze into the cramped jetty! – I thunder
Drysome lot to rescue! Teased by indifferent faculty – thy plunderer,
Tiresome I, sensitive too, displease at attempt naughty – I ponder
Nowsome my irresponsive! These teach a learnt! Oh pity! – Thy commander
Announce, “Welcome to the Land of Agony!”
- From: quake (@ 202.68.154.144)
on: Thu May 20 17:26:52 EDT 2004
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- From: Radhu (@ cache-ntc-ad02.proxy.aol.com)
on: Mon May 31 03:50:09 EDT 2004
THE WISH
Dear Daddy, this is my tenth letter in this week
I know you don't get much time to read
But I want to take a chance
and sincerely hope sometimes you will glance
Daddy, thanks for the Barbie doll you sent
It is so sweet and it's a third doll in a month
I wrote earlier that I need a painting brush
Yes, I understand that you are always in a rush
I do know you manage a big firm
We live in a huge house and drive large cars
But daddy, we are just five including the dog
What do we do with those extra rooms
Last night I walked with you in my dream
and showed you a secret nest in the tree
Two little sparrows and their babies
crowding the cubbyhole still they are happy
Next time when you come home
Please bring a bag full of your time
I'll share it with sister and our dog
and give it back to you to keep your car.
- From: Krishna (@ wabod01s03.t-mobile.com)
on: Tue Jun 1 19:38:47 EDT 2004
Hi Karpagam
Your poem 'A vignette' is very good. I enjoyed it.
thanks.
- From: Madhurabharathi (@ 61.11.81.21)
on: Mon Jun 7 05:05:36 EDT 2004
Friends,
You are welcome to read some poems at: http://poetfarm.blogspot.com
- From: Madhurabharathi (@ 61.11.81.21)
on: Mon Jun 7 05:10:06 EDT 2004
Karpagam,
Vignette is a fine poem. Very enjoyable.
anbudan
Madhurabharathi
- From: DR. A.CELESTINE RAJ MANOHAR M.D.,/dr john celes (@ 61.1.221.253)
on: Wed Jun 9 17:25:57 EDT 2004
Sonnet- Genes Matter But…
No longer secret's the genome of man!
The gene make-up of all beasts will be known;
Man's actions and misdeeds, alter none can,
Except man himself, using his mind own.
How can the new knowledge of genes prevent
The growing crimes against men in this world?
For his grave sins unless man can repent,
He will suffer in hell or when he's old.
The society's problems, man must resolve,
Thro' self-control and love of his neighbour;
By brotherhood of nations, man can solve,
Most of the problems and make earth better.
Knowing one's genes is not the solution;
Know thine own mind by self-realization.
copyright Dr John Celes
Indian Physician cum Poet
Perundurai, T.N.
- From: Amsakanna (@ 61.2.233.34)
on: Wed Jun 16 07:41:03 EDT 2004
Long profound search for colors ; of course, various colors;
Every color, entered my eye did nothing, but pass thru -
Composite they were, impressing nothing, nor were adorers
Was the time, my eye looked for colors, without construe.
For colors of value, from blue to red descending,
Initially its keen for blue color, made me look up
Could see blue pure, so aggrandizing ;
Seconds after, the smell for fresh green broke up,
In the lands of sweet grasses like a fresco-
The former color source bedewing that of latter
Only in the springs, but in summer, the state is albino
Loosing their chloral-patches, result in a batter,
Almost a perfect yellow, my vision became more sensitive
On seeing the bright glow, however felt
The color growing a little bit darker, was compensative
- From: Amsakanna (@ 61.2.233.34)
on: Wed Jun 16 07:43:27 EDT 2004
Not for the grasses but for its environmental belt
Yes, it was due to the setting of the golden ball
No sooner it set, grew darkness everywhere.
Where am I? My eye really understood the need for the composite droll
Which is the bright white, searched for a while, found no where
Finally, I got it not by chance but by effort,
But where?, which position?, which place?, which region?, which country? eh?
Nowhere, but lays its foundation in the interior of my friend's heart...
There's no doubt it rests there, symbolizing peace with no mystery,
Cooling my eyes
with all time ayes, for my demands -
However the last pick in our hierarchy flows involuntarily,
Unseen by my eyes, with a keen....
It is unseen since it takes the form of a fluid, uncustomarily,
Rolling right from my eyes down the cheeks,
All because of my friends' misunderstanding
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