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Peter & Rosanne

English Rondeau
Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, 26 JULY, 2015
The English Rondeau in its classical 16th-century 15-line form with a rentrement
(aabbaaabRaabbaR)

Once thither was an ordinary town, ordinary life & an ordinary man
Peter his name and his wifey Rosanne
I wonder those days how love survived?
His dram brick house & a few chinks in a can.

A day of labour with skin burnt to tan

Reality surfac'd when struggles of life began
No longer the lovely skin, time couldst not be bribed?
Once thither was an ordinary town, ordinary life & an ordinary man.

Cheap food, handmade robe, nay meiny to fan

No ego, nay jealousy, working together in the plan
No paint'd faces 'r artifice and yet their love thrived?
Love - a soulful existence today cozen'd and lied.
No riches nay leisure but an amicable life-span
Once thither was an ordinary town, ordinary life & an ordinary man.

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When Passions dont depend

On the cards dealt in hand
Then the eyes need no permissions
To dream a dream in creation

PULKIT MOHAN
SINGLA

When the thunderstorms of love strikes the heart

Neither the world nor religion can do us apart
Of this love although there are many parameters

Often misunderstood this divine love of the creator

Your kisses no more knock the doors of my memory
Ships of our love now rest in this hearts oceanic crematory
I used to be complacent thinking you to be mine
Now I am not even me, so changed the time.

REAL WORLD BY
PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA
http://pulkitfacesreality.blogspot.in/
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COMING SOON

LIFE CHANGING
ARTICLES
By
HALL OF POETS

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ATTEMPTING TO
MEND
Attempting to mend, trying to merge.
Misunderstood; Struck down. A surge.
Labels, stamps, and senseless brands
belong on jeans. I'm still a man.
Just like the next. Problems of sorts.
Screaming out loud: help me change course!
Where that road lead, was outta my league.
Mislead by the blind, corruption, and greed.
Maniacal thoughts as they come to mind.
Reassigned destination, a U-turn sign.
Direction is lost. Navigation has failed.
Remain on track, or left derailed.
More than one way, in which, where to go.
Between right and wrong, we all should know.
Temptation and plights of disregard.
Another wrong way; Difficult, not hard.
This battle not mine, but sure to conquer.
Change in direction. Short on time; Don't have much
longer.
Poem John Armenta 2015
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HEADSTONES OF
PETALS
Where would they be
In all their beauty
Swaying gently in field of dreams
Without the pollination buzz
Spreading seed
While in their own cause
Such a small little deed
From the tiny worker bees
That all life depends and needs
Something so small,
hard to believe
Without them,
the fields would lay withered.
Dry resemblance of it use to be.
A shadowy grave;
to walk through in remembrance
Where the headstones of petals lay,
with words of nihility.
Do we glorify our incompetence?
Is there a need?

Poem UInk Poetry

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You know what I mean

when I shiver in your arms.

S
O
U
L

You know what I mean

when you look at me
and my eyes are brighter than the stars.

M
A
T
E
S

I know you know what I mean.

You know what I mean

when I whisper your name
at dawn or at nightfall.
You know what I mean
when I softly bite my lips
and in the next second they touch yours in a warm kiss
on the back of your neck.

So...I hardly need words

to let you know,
that I love you,
that I want you,
that I need you
like the air that I breathe.
You know what I mean...
I mean
that I'm your soulmate
and soul mates just know
because they just feel.
Poem Graa Costa, 2015
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The
Golden
Chain
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THE THROES UNTOLD.

Jaded and irked,
With a trapped wrath,
The fragments of hurt,
Bombarding within,
Breached is the dignity,
The agony, like a volcano,
Waiting to erupt;
SHILPA SANDESH

She was born a flower,

And fights the thorns,
The exasperation stays,
And ache sways,
She scuffles the isolation,
A pathetic state,
Of oppression and forlorn,
Staggering and prodigious,
They would be forevermore,
The throes untold!

Poem Shilpa Sandesh

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EYES (INSIDE OUTSIDE)

PAGE 1

Poem kevin l olson, 2006

I sat watching people,
at an international airport,
as I often do.
I was facing a young stud!
The brilliant blonde cascade
was going to catch Casanovas eyes
as she approached from his backside!
she glided by
crossing legs as though on a Paris runway
the splendor of life dancing a ballet about the periphery
his midnight shades hiding the peering
before the blazing sun
beauty transfixes until out of site and then some
rating 20/20 or even better 20/15, if not, laser
sweet baby blues to seductive emerald greens
portholes to the soul
but his were hidden
a repulsion torqued his head away,
the carotid pulsing like a beacon
his body oscillating like a worm on a hook
pierced to the heart
a little crippled girl trailed in to the scene
four eyes, two saucers magnified reality
six legs, titanium twigs and dangles
Casanova was caught in a severe brainstorm
disgust raging!
continued....
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PAGE 2
continued....

however, you could see life in her eyes

wanting for whats around the next corner,
to be free
handicap defined,
not realized
for the dance of life was just beginning
the hideousness projected in his minds eyes,
it rolled his head like gravity for impact
spirit full of adventure,
to young to recognize the symptoms of blind eyes
heart full of love and warmth
his posture sighed relief at her departure,
the physical is out of sight
blind eyes segregate on presentation
eyes,
your eyes,
see what?
Outside or Inside?

Poem kevin l olson, 2006

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I AM WHO I AM
By PATRICK MICHAEL
I am who I am, down the road I kick the can
a little boy thrives in my soul, where goes a man
though my wisdom may change, I know where I began
I'm in touch with love, it is part of my grand plan
I am who I am, in my roots abide my clan
in the laws of nature I find what I can span
with imagination I dream beyond my scan
with creativity I build worlds, I am Pan
I am who I am, I tease the girls, make them cry
hold them tight, look into their eyes and make them sigh
acting like a monkey, on karma to rely
talking naughty, seeking depths of their soul, chi pie
I am who I am, I've outgrown being too shy
though I'm alone most of the time, I remain wry
my word is my bond, nature - my natural high
love is my safeguard, billowy clouds bring it nigh
I am who I am, in silence I grow more bold
seeing the winds of change, like pottery to mold
I grow in wisdom, in reverie I will hold
in tune with nature, I don't need a pot of gold
I am who I am, my future, mine to remold
by the grace of energies, my life will unfold
by my will power, warmth and love I will enfold
my history writ in stone, though yet not foretold.
Poem February 15, 2013 by PBM
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MAUSOLEUM OF SILENCE
I wished to be truly free,
from catacombs that enslaved me,
all memories and desires,
even that which eyes could not see.
Venturing deep into the conscience,
feeling all the hatred and pain,
meeting narcissism and ego,
flushing them all away.
A divine path opened,
the unknown welcomed me.
Making friends of my demons,
my destiny I could foresee.
It lied in searching the shadows,
for meaning to this empty shell,
indulging in the abstract,
finding whats beyond these mortal realms.
An eternal void,
discovered in the mausoleum of silence,
by the gratification of emptiness,
and foregoing the absurdity of what it means to be complete.
Deeper and deeper,
the inner spiral went.
Following the darkness, letting go,
true freedom in recompense.
Poem - Shayne Colaco July, 2015
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DIL KI BAAT JUBAN PER LAKER AFSAANA KOI BANAYE KYON:::
HAL-E- DIL DUNYA KO SUNA KAR DARD-E-DIL BADAAYEN KYON:::
ZAJBAAT JGAA KE DIL MEIN PHIR UNKO BULAYEN KYON:::
JO CHALE DIL TODE KAR UNSE RISHTA BANAYEN KYON:::
JAB CHAAH NAHI RAHI MILNE KI TOU RAAH MEIN DEEYE JALAYEN
KYON:::
WAQAT -E- RUKSAT AA GYA AB DIL. GHABRAAYE KYON :::
PAYAA NAHI JISE HAM NE KABHI, AB DHOND NE USKO JAYEN KYON
::::RAAH MEIN ................KYON. *ASHA*

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BEHIND MANY A MASK

I reflect
sometimes
how many lives
I live
one for myself
one for the society
one for the parents
one for the friends
one for the loved ones
and I don't know
how many more.
I switch the selves
like I switch the clothes
different occasion
suitable attire.
always few questions
lingers in my mind
like a wily ghost betaal
who am I?
what am I?
am I really I
who I believe to be.
or something else?
evenafter long
racking, my brain
as always
answers to the occasion.

NIKHIL SHETTY

Poem Nikhil Shetty, 2015

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THEIR TAIL IS NEVER

STRAIGHT
Poem Deepanshu Gabba 2015

Those jealous of you,

those who say you never can..
Dogs are they,
in the form of a man !!!
They aren't your buddies,
Evil is their trait...
The title of this poem is :
Their tail is never straight !!!
When you become happy,
they are sad from inside..
they'll praise you in the front,
But backbites from your side...
When you walk on the water,
they'll say you can't swim...
they put their whole effort,
to make your voice dim...
To make you feel down,
ever-charged is their battery..
Their best means for success,
is the dirty,rubbish flattery..
continued...
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PAGE 2
continued...

For little things,they are mad

as a shit is for a hog..
they think this is the world,
as the well for a frog.
You'll say they're big rascals,
For their destruction,you'll wait...
Don't think they'll change because
Their tail is never straight !!!
Sometimes you'll think to,
look at their good aspect.
But you'll forget all this,
when not given respect !!!
Their words and their actions,
make your mind restless...
If you fight with those jerks,
it'll hinder your progress...
If you look at demonic traits,
the range is very wide..
Don't go for the revenge,
and let the God decide !!!
Be always good to them,
give them Love instead of Hate,
Be calm and just smile because,
Their tail is never straight !!!

Poem Deepanshu Gabba 2015

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minutes
mere meaningless gaze
focused on nothing
but motionless
memories
while his hand
glides slowly
caresses
the empty canvas
he rises
from the seat
walks towards
the old wooden shades
that lock out
that perfect
northern light
before noon

https://inkinthewell.wordpress.com/

"TU ME MANQUES"
Poem

inkstitution | inkinthewell 2015

in silent contemplation
the brushes dyed
collected
in a tin can
colorless diluted
today feels
just as lost
spent in thought
left in frameless time
wandering
without his muse
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MARE DE DRAGOSTE
Las gandurile mele vantului
Spre tine sa le duca
Peste albastre oceane
Pline de valuri inspumate
Pe aripile pasarilor
Fara sa stii am pus
Fire subtiri de dragoste
Sa-ti cosi din ele dor
Soarelui ii dau un zambet
Atunci cand te-ntalneste
Sa nu te arda amarnic
Usor pielea sa ti-o coloreze
Luna cu straluciri de astre
Imi fura visul noptilor albastre
Si ti-l aduce tie intr-o clipa
Lasandu-ma fara visare
Orice as da sau cat de mult
Oricarui astru sau chiar vant
Doar ploaia stie cum se face
Din fiecare picur , mare de dragoste
Poem" - by Dafinoiu Mirela
7/18/2015
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A HIGHER PLACE....
Twilights dawn on mountain dews
Stroll two lovers, hands embraced
To sit apon a precipice, eyes ensnared
They reminisce
Laughter, tears, hidden fears
Honesty and love
Floats to each others ears
Thoughts conveyed without a word
To drift within the morning hues
Their spirits lift, one anothers blues
They do not see with mortal eye
Each face is seen with touch alone
With filled hearts their loyalty deep
As deep as bone
Of conscious realms they wont abide
They meander on loves fantasy ride
True love, resides in multiple places
Its scars left on hands, arms
And tender faces
They stand to leave that precipice
With longing breaths, fingers entwined
To stroll once more, those eyes now blind
To see no more
Other to crash apon
A lovers shore

Poem J.Griffin 2015

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MY BITTERSWEET

PAGE 1

Poem Debbie Razey

You are my bittersweet
my should not
but I just can't help myself
My missing puzzle piece
and yet
not at all
You are carved from an entirely different jigsaw

You and I
could never fit!
Not without reshaping ourselves
and everyone around us
not without cutting out
painfully
parts
of our very own souls
Yet...
why does that knife still glint in your eye
awakening a darkling
nearly dead
place within me
which, craves stimulation
life?
Do I really
so badly
need to bleed?
Even...
when I know the pain caused
would be so devastatingly unbearable

Continued....

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PAGE 2
Continued....
A festering wound
which, could never heal
a sickness
which, would erode my soul
A deep scar
which, would disfigure
both myself and my loved ones
for life
No!
You are merely an innocent
yet selfish
"what could have been" love
A handsome bound book
which, beckons for me to open
to peruse its enchanting narrative
to purvey its unread alluring plot
to experience
but only within my mind
An illusion
an unobtainable ideal
a prayer for an antidote to a broken heart
A happily ever
never
a never
ever
ever!
An "if only I knew then, what I know now"
A secret of the heart
which belongs to only me

Continued....
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PAGE 3
Continued....
A guilty pleasure that makes my day
even when I promise myself
that I will
and must ignore
By you
I have even been marginalised and mislead
lead into a melancholic state of morose
of near mind-altering madness
Time
and time again
I have ridden your waves
to my own destruction
I have been swept up in your sultry surf
allowing your patter
to wash away my pain
and the sense of being
so overwhelmingly
alone!
I have felt your empty words fill me
the swell
as your tide
drew all its fickle
frivolous
affection
towards my shores
But...
for those blissful moments
your waves of words
soothed
my parched
and fragile
needful sands

Continued....
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PAGE 4
Continued....
I felt loved
wanted
needed
craved
adored!
As then
you made me your moon
Your life giver
your saviour
your sanctuary
I felt intrinsically the sheer pull between us
Ah...
but alas
it is all in my head
and perhaps my heart
it also plays its part
No!
You are
just a beautiful daydream
a mirage to my unquenchable thirst
a figment of my fertile imagination
my Loki
my tormentor
MY...
bittersweet!
My internal deafening scream
which can never
be heard!

Poem Debbie Razey

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