THE wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing.
Now in a lily-cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
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Complacencies of the peignoir, and late
Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair,
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My Stella 72
(Returning to self)
She is a delightful self,
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Yes, miles away
your voice distinct,
far away
a cry is heard.
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When I heard the learn'd astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide,
and measure them,
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Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on
the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village.
downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I've been up all night, talking,
talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues
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Hail Queen of Heavens,
Mother of Mercy,
Mystical Rose,
You steadfast maid
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A smooth, round pebble thrown with joy into a Killarney lake,
Creates movement of dancing ripples that reflects the light of the day,
Like the film of their lives, beginning with the first take,
My mother's moist, brown eyes scattered with flecks of green,
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Hills of silver plate,
grey heights, dark red rocks
through which the Duero bends
its crossbow arc
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I bring ye wine from above,
From the vats of the storied sun;
For every one of yer love,
And life for every one.
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Bananas ripe and green, and ginger-root,
Cocoa in pods and alligator pears,
And tangerines and mangoes and grape fruit,
Fit for the highest prize at parish fairs,
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THE LOTUS _ Sermon of Heart
(Love Lyric)
From the bough of immortal tree,
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Sleep, pretty lady, the night is enfolding you;
Drift, and so lightly, on crystalline streams.
Wrapped in its perfumes, the darkness is holding you;
Starlight bespangles the way of your dreams.
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I have sipped, with drooping lashes,
Dreamy draughts of Verzenay;
I have flourished brandy-smashes
In the wildest sort of way;
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Love is a Beautiful Sweet Feeling
Love is Caring and Sharing
Love is Forever, True Happiness
Love is Sunshine, Rain; Rainbow
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Spanish
–Eros: acaso no sentiste nunca
Piedad de las estatuas?
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Your Beautiful Smile
Life is a mystical winding
Woven around happy and sad things
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While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionaries
Burnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and Druidess,
Far in the East Boadicea, standing loftily charioted,
Mad and maddening all that heard her in her fierce volubility,
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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.
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Introduction: We don't really think deep enough about 'What A Poetry Actually Is', the obvious question which we all know but don't think how to really elaborate on. We mostly see the story, depth and the purpose it delivers. Well, here's one a little bit different this time...
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OUT-WORN heart, in a time out-worn,
Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;
Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight,
Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.
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GREAT are the myths--I too delight in them;
Great are Adam and Eve--I too look back and accept them;
Great the risen and fallen nations, and their poets, women, sages,
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Neera, sometimes, it seems
you are more distant
than even the day I was born.
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No, I wasn't meant to love and be loved.
If I'd lived longer, I would have waited longer.
Knowing you are faithless keeps me alive and hungry.
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From within the rain
there's like a song
creatively
rhyming
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MILES STANDISH
In the Old Colony days, in Plymouth the land of the Pilgrims
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. See Plutarch.
Serene, and fitted to embrace,
Where'er he turned, a swan-like grace
Of haughtiness without pretence,
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AS a strong bird on pinions free,
Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving,
Such be the thought I'd think to-day of thee, America,
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Because gods perceive future things, men what is happening now,
but wise men perceive approaching things.
Philostratus, Life of Apollonius of Tyana, VIII, 7.
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To the city of the living Deity
Avoiding trace of impiety uglification
For reverence of liberally given benefits and edification
Guarding as a myrmidon the prize of salvation
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Sudden was the descent of poetry on me
I tottered under its weight
My body heated up like the sun
A frying egg yolk on the pan
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Did you ever look inside a sea
shell, and see the beauty, then
magicly hold it to your ear,
and how you can hear the
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WHISPERS of heavenly death, murmur'd I hear;
Labial gossip of night--sibilant chorals;
Footsteps gently ascending--mystical breezes, wafted soft and low;
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In the Book of God (Ilahi-nama) 'Attar framed his mystical teachings in various stories that a caliph tells his six sons, who are kings themselves and seek worldly pleasures and power.
The first son is captivated by a virgin princess, and his father tells him the adventures of a beautiful and virtuous woman who attracts several men but miraculously survives their abuse and then forgives them. They acknowledge that carnal desire is necessary to propagate the race but also recognize that passionate love can lead to spiritual love, which can annihilate the soul in the beloved.
Other stories indicate the importance of respecting the lives of other creatures such as ants or dogs. One only thinks oneself better than a dog because of one's dog-like nature.
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O gushing crescendo
Thy silent stealth
A cool and misty
Watery wealth
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1 With what deep murmurs through time's silent stealth
2 Doth thy transparent, cool, and wat'ry wealth
3 Here flowing fall,
4 And chide, and call,
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Together we are, everything and all.
Not destined to sulk, by the wayside fall.
Or sit all alone.
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Aunt Imogen was coming, and therefore
The children—Jane, Sylvester, and Young George—
Were eyes and ears; for there was only one
Aunt Imogen to them in the whole world,
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Phoebus, sitting one day in a laurel-tree's shade,
Was reminded of Daphne, of whom it was made,
For the god being one day too warm in his wooing,
She took to the tree to escape his pursuing
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[Dedicated to G. M. Marston]
Pale as the night that pales
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there is no wilderness
when hearts return
home to primeval welcome
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O her beautiful eyes! they are as blue as the dew
On the violet's bloom when the morning is new,
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IT was near the close of his indomitable and pious life--on his last voyage
when nearly 70 years of age--that Columbus, to save his two remaining ships
from foundering in the Caribbean Sea in a terrible storm, had to run them
ashore on the Island of Jamaica--where, laid up for a long and miserable
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When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter,"
And proved it--'twas no matter what he sald:
They say his system 'tis in vain to batter,
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Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime
Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl,
When Adam waked, so customed; for his sleep
Was aery-light, from pure digestion bred,
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valley of waving broom,
O lovely, lovely light,
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Uncharmable charmer
Of Bacchus and Mars
In the sounding rebounding
Abyss of the stars!
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Away from the eyrie you ferry
winging without string
across nun-like clouds
up to the mystical blue sky
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By Algernon Charles Sin-Burn
Strange beauty, eight-limbed and eight-handed,
Whence camest to dazzle our eyes?
With thy bosom bespangled and banded
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We’re sauntering slowly
In the exciting evening
Exchanging a mystical kiss
Soft moonlight avenue bliss;
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IT is full Winter now: the trees are bare,
Save where the cattle huddle from the cold
Beneath the pine, for it doth never wear
The Autumn's gaudy livery whose gold
Her jealous brother pilfers, but is true
To the green doublet; bitter is the wind, as though it blew
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"Do I believe," sayest thou, "what the masters of wisdom would teach me,
And what their followers' band boldly and readily swear?
Cannot I ever attain to true peace, excepting through knowledge,
Or is the system upheld only by fortune and law?
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What is basis for philosophy to usher?
How does it gain ground and prosper?
How other intelligent person can be influenced?
How one’s own self can be forgotten or reduced?
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On a day when emerald is ubiquitous
one may dwell on greening
and springtime and renewal and coming of new life
Yes, life
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Yeah hoodoo voodoo lady cast up your voodoo vision
Let me know where did my baby go where did my lovin' baby go
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O Federico García Lorca! O Alessandro Manzoni!
Welcome to the victorious month
Month for all heroes
Heroes of the word
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Greatest amazement we feel,
We feel this tender sunlight,
And the growing and dancing
This creeper, who turns face,
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Music sleeps.....
In my un strummed chords
I wait for the touch of skillful hands
To turn it into flowing melody
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In those days said Hiawatha,
"Lo! how all things fade and perish!
From the memory of the old men
Pass away the great traditions,
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- 'There is, after all, something eternal that lies beyond the hand of fate and of all human delusions. And such eternals lie closer to an older person than to a younger one, oscillating between fear and hope.' -Albert Einstein in a letter to the queen of Belgium.
I stand in a receding twilight room
noticing them noticing me.
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What a gift it is to inspire
even with no desire
one heart holds another, so dear
in a Glorious embrace
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Beautiful is the moon, just before
The night of full moon. Specially if
One can watch it late at night or
Early morning in the western sky.
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Romance sometimes
.....A fragile thing...
Perhaps...tenacious
...The spirit cling
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One word falls as another rises
to the surface of my mind,
together they create the start
of what life means to me.
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From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine,
Pallid and pink as the palm of the flag-flower that flickers with fear of the flies as they float,
Are they looks of our lovers that lustrously lean from a marvel of mystic miraculous moonshine,
These that we feel in the blood of our blushes that thicken and threaten with throbs through the throat?
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Purple bird of mystical delight,
Purple wings in heavenly hues,
Purple eyes with vision profound,
Purple feathers, bib, head, tail,
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Allowing the tinkling
Romance to dance
Ethereally into eternity
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IM SENDING YOU A NOTE TO TELL YOU
How much I love and care for you
I watched over you all through today
And all the day before too
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I saw her face in a painting
High cheekbones thin nose full lips
I see her now as she's fainting-struggling- wandering
Long black hair and full hips
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Coincidence. Perhaps coincidence
Explains it all. Why look far out, in deep
For mystical solutions to make sense
Of how a dream disturbed more than my sleep—
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Alpha and Omega, sadness and mirth,
The springing music, and its wasting breath--
The fairest things in life are Death and Birth,
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Crystal natural milky white,
Crystal polished shining bright,
Crystal quartz healing right,
Crystal clusters mystical light.
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Why do I keep loving you, again & again, life after life?
I am trapped in a cycle of birth & death, as a prisoner of just this love
You have made my world a paradise & life a boon of rebirth
Your every touch vibrates the strings of my heart, playing the endless tune of love;
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Memories of you, like opening a window to a view,
Always so new,
Hills, valleys slumbering in the mystique,
Of the midday sun,
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If from great nature's or our own abyss
Of thought we could but snatch a certainty,
Perhaps mankind might find the path they miss--
But then 'twould spoil much good philosophy.
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Cloud is conferred as a crown of rain,
As a crown of victory and emotion,
As a title of rain for Earth Mother,
God has conferred this through sky,
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Woman, you are the one who lingers
In my mind with aching tenderness,
But you are hidden in the distance,
Walking through the business world
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What happens when two great minds meet?
An explosion of brilliant ideas,
An exchange of thoughts,
A marvellous conversation,
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A maiden sat in teh sunset glow
Of the shadowy, beautiful Long Ago,
That we see through a mist of tears.
She sat and dreamed, with lips apart,
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Nothing so difficult as a beginning
In poesy, unless perhaps the end;
For oftentimes when Pegasus seems winning
The race, he sprains a wing, and down we tend,
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I AM GOD
I am God! The innocent first born!
Before nothing did dawn
A parentless kid I am
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Lying still in a hospital room, surrounded by family, tears flowing,
faces saddened. At the end of my bed stood a tall, slender lady
with beautiful features. Her skin, the look of velvet, with royal
eyes, rosy cheeks and lips. Angelic, the most beautiful woman, I
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ALL the world over, I wonder, in lands that I never have trod,
Are the people eternally seeking for the signs and steps of a God?
Westward across the ocean, and Northward across the snow,
Do they all stand gazing, as ever, and what do the wisest know?
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Far from the feasting, in the bedroom
Sits loyal Amor and quakes with dread:
What if the guests become too zestful,
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Kiss me and comfort my heart
Maiden honest and fine.
I am the pilgrim boy
Lame, but hunting the shrine;
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Mystified by the dangerous, yet soothing
musical tones of the ocean. I find myself
mesmerized by its precarious nature,
the peaceful essence, sharing it’s glory.
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When you left, I felt
Harmony concordance solace
In the proximity of Allah
I felt a liberating aura
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The rapture imparted
By your tender smile
And blue inviting eyes
Is astonishing and consuming!
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I remember reading the book - ‘ Lust for life'
Penned by Irving Stone, some years back.
It was so engrossing and stimulating!
I just could not keep the book down.
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Smell of corpse
Half burnt and undisposed
Dead and deceased
Ashes strewn all over
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I have adopted
Two lovely birds,
A Laughing Thrush
From the far off hills of Nilgiris;
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Pile the pyre, light the fire-there is fuel enough and to spare;
You have fire enough and to spare with your madness and gladness;
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J'ai longtemps habité sous de vastes portiques
Que les soleils marins teignaient de mille feux,
Et que leurs grands piliers, droits et majestueux,
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Be there as the highest peak
Not essentially to differ
Not eventually to conjure
Be there as a genuine will
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She'd look upon us, if she could,
As hard as Rhadamanthus would;
Yet one may see,—who sees her face,
Her crown of silver and of lace,
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In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour
and riches and confusion,
Where there were many running to and fro, and
shouting, and striving together,
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Our family caravan that held all our dreams,
To discover our birth land,
We were like a travelling soul band,
As we observed mountain views,
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My tree will know it all
The tree of my childhood
With the endless branches
And the many whispers
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Dancer dreams
With golden wings
Of imagination,
In mystical trance,
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