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"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree—
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Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the
slope of my cheek. On the
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Lie down lass, with me, in sage green meadows
Your blouse flouncing open, in the teasing breeze
The meadows, feel so cotton, this time of year
Come lay beside me, and sense my desires.
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You know the parlor trick.
wrap your arms around your own body
and from the back it looks like
someone is embracing you
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(You say) It is not love, it is madness
My madness may be the cause of your fame
Sever not my relationship with you
If nothing then be my enemy
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Sounds of gravel under heavy tires
Teasing the silence of little house in the
Bushes and surrounding of wild flowers
Open my exotic fear
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This quiet roof, where dove-sails saunter by,
Between the pines, the tombs, throbs visibly.
Impartial noon patterns the sea in flame --
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As though a deaf musician, I am part
Of some great orchestra I cannot hear.
The only notes that fall upon my ear
Are those which rise unbidden from the heart
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Biology invigorated by Chemistry and empowered by Geography
infuses us with a plethora of poignant sensations, embraced by
thevelvet of tenderness and clasped in the arms of monogamy.
My heart is made of metal and yours, my virtuous bride, of magnet.
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Red, orange, yellow
green, blue, indigo- violet
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A moonlight moor. Fairies leading a child.
Male Fairies: Do not fear us, earthly maid!
We will lead you hand in hand
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Young and tender – like a green coconut with sweet juices
Soft skin – as soft as an infant
Red blushes face – as red as the ‘Red Sun’
Sweet voice – like a hungry Dolphin echo
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Kasinath the new young singer fills the hall with sound:
The seven notes dance in his throat like seven tame birds.
His voice is a sharp sword slicing and thrusting everywhere,
It darts like lightening - no knowing where it will go when.
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For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury
It was cold and windy, scarcely the day
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Admired and enjoyed,
As a guide I deployed,
Messages I found,
In her poems so profound,
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I.
Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy
To those who woo her with too slavish knees,
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Two boys uncoached are tossing a poem together,
Overhand, underhand, backhand, sleight of hand, everyhand,
Teasing with attitudes, latitudes, interludes, altitudes,
High, make him fly off the ground for it, low, make him stoop,
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On an island the soft hue of memory,
moss green, kerosene yellow, drifting, mingling
in the Caribbean Sea,
a six-year-old named Alfred
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Comes the cold, black, Death of Autumn,
harbouring its' pique on naked limb;
stirring damp, feral winds
to the hawking, stalking,
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Hen laid an eggs, between legs two,
No small, no big but not in zoo,
Ran after those who made slight dig,
Dog, cat and crow planned very big,
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there's the sea
there's the sky
the moon and the wind too
a picture perfect setting
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Maybe a little romance is needed
Lightening our days in all this grey
To place a smile on our faces
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I rock and roll with passion
I talk out my soul with a passion
I eat good food with passion
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Hark, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe
We are leafwhelmed somewhere with the hood
Of some branchy bunchy bushybowered wood,
Southern dene or Lancashire clough or Devon cleave,
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Every dawn is dear to me.
It's then that I see her blushes
reflected in the eastern sky.
While I wander here in her search
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"Hoity-toity! Hop-o'-my-thumb!
Tweedledee and Tweedledum!
All hobgoblins come to me,
Over the mountains, over the sea:
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'These Tourists, heaven preserve us! needs must live
A profitable life: some glance along,
Rapid and gay, as if the earth were air,
And they were butterflies to wheel about
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Zenith of Love
The stir you've created
Love has inflated
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I
I have loved England, dearly and deeply,
Since that first morning, shining and pure,
The white cliffs of Dover I saw rising steeply
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…and on that stilled night
in that balcony overlooking
the sea that seemed
to merge with the sky
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'O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
Our thoughts as boundless, and our soul's as free
Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,
Survey our empire, and behold our home!
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Fairer through Fading—as the Day
Into the Darkness dips away—
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You see I cannot see—your lifetime—
I must guess—
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Oh, the stress-free, carefree world of children
Oh, just take me back to the lil kids' playpen
When we tried on mom's cosmetics and lipsticks
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There were two little girls, neither handsome nor plain;
One's name was Eliza, the other's was Jane:
They were both of one height, as I've heard people say,
They were both of one age, I believe, to a day.
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I.
Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy
To those who woo her with too slavish knees,
But makes surrender to some thoughtless boy,
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Sultry heat
A tad bit softened
But concrete is still burning
With rays of summer
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The wild, wild wind
Is whistling and howling
Arousing, teasing
And playing with the sea
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O mother mine, Dau (Balram)forever teases me.
you never gave birth to me,
and I was bought in the market.
this is what he tells me
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Whenever I am happy
The maternal eyes stare
Who had lost her child
In the bus accident
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'Did you know..? '
says ALICE
'...that Lacie is a
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On a visit to granny in the Doon valley
It was March and the tree full of Mulberries.
Red, purple teasing from far, fetched a cane basket
Joyfully picked one, ate some while birds created racket.
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I will kiss you
good night
good morning
good day
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My spirit is on its knees
My will is willing to give up
My heart is unrecognizable, bludgened, bleeding, bruised and broken
Years of seaching...for What?
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I offer you my forests and my street-cries
With hands of double-patience under the clock,
The antiseptic arguments and lies
Uttered before the flood, the submerged rock.
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Lord, far from Vrindavan, I heard your Divine song
Enchanted and in a trance, I hummed as I walked along.
The air was cool, after the rain and mildly fragrant.
With soft, woody, sweet, delicate and light scent.
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A little fairy in a tree
Come be happy - sit near me
The World is ours 'til sunset
King and Queen of the Pelicans we
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She cried for all the broken hearts,
Painted everlasting winters -
Floral patterns etched in ice;
A frozen tear to
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Deep colors of the sky, slowly move
and pass by. Whether it rains, or whether
it shines. You can be sure, there is love
inside. Whether autumns warm colors glow,
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He asks me what you have stored for me ……….My LIFE
Oh, how innocent question he poses..
What have you stored for me my Life? ? ? ?
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I feel the air with a kind of tension
I stare at you standing close to the window
Smoking your cigarette in a peaceful way
Distant look in your eyes
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Once upon a time:
Two cats have been living here for a while.
Ashes has mixed brown gray hair
Noel is totally white from his head to tail.
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Beauty marks are meant for kissing...
This girl's are found in places pleasing:
On her neck, scented and lissome,
On rounded cheek with smile so teasing.
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I bend over and stoop into
The thin water line
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Between the shores of my heart
under the flowing lustrous holy river
where the white dove of wishes
floats on the chariot of stars
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April, dear April, I beg you come soon –
And bring your sweet primroses too.
Let them join in with the daffodils’ play,
As skies offer sunshine anew.
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Blue eyes so full of life
A wonder all of their own
So beautiful and precious
Oh to see those eyes smile
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How strange it is to wake in a foreign land,
To try to spy the sameness here, as it was there.
Suddenly, nothing feels close, nothing in my acquaintance.
I look around and see things that should be familiar to me.
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The chatter of little people
Breaks on my purpose
Like the water-drops which slowly wear the rocks to powder.
And while I laugh
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Between the shores of my heart
Under the flowing lustrous holy river
Where the white dove of wishes
Floats on the chariot of stars
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Nobody can notice your tears
In the bite of the January rains
They merge in salty stings
And into one long stream of memories
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Conrad, Conrad, aren't you old
To sit so late in your mouldy garden?
And I think Conrad knows it well,
Nursing his knees, too rheumy and cold
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Welcome, red and roundy sun,
Dropping lowly in the west;
Now my hard day's work is done,
I'm as happy as the best.
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Long hours ago, while yet the morn was blithe,
Nor sharp athirst had drunk the beaded dew,
A reaper came, and swung his cradled scythe
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Alas, I thought this forest must be true,
And would not change because of my changed eyes;
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I.
'Tis known, at least it should be, that throughout
All countries of the Catholic persuasion,
Some weeks before Shrove Tuesday comes about,
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Though nature weigh our talents, and dispense
To every man his modicum of sense,
And Conversation in its better part
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Tomorrow I shall see the birth of the awaited dawn
Though today it seems I am locked in a midnight zone
Tomorrow I will not walk into the dread of the night
But shall be led by the blazing light
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Mulberries
On a visit to granny in the Doon valley
It was March, the old tree full of Mulberries.
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Whenever my time comes to depart from Earth
I wish to be remembered
Merely as the humblest poetess who played about in tall cotton
In the tall cotton of wisdom.
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Could Love for ever
Run like a river,
And Time's endeavour
Be tried in vain
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I opened the door. I stood and looked around
everything was different, the place was new,
the atmosphere, the scent, the people, the sound
seemed in every corner were unfamiliar view.
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Soon as the twilight through the distant mist
In silver hemmings skirts the purple east,
Ere yet the sun unveils his smiles to view
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Between the shores of my dream
Under the flowing lustrous holy river
Where the white dove of wishes
Floats on the chariot of stars
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Ten Toes..here he goes..
The right foot leads the other
Adventurous eyes fixed on his mother
Her caring voice echoing
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I sat and watched clouds gathering
taking on familiar faces
I was taken back to yesterday
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He asks about what the future holds for him, inquiring into life.
What a sincere and uncomplicated request he poses,
What lies ahead for him in this world?
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I walk along the tram line: night now deep
I hear the teasing of some life of the past:
‘You are like a broken tram—
there is no depot, you don’t need wage
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I want you decked out in beautiful clothes, made
feel warm and comfortable, sung sweet songs of
spring’s promise; I’ve already told you that the
machines’ assertive beeping is singing songs of
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Time waited for none.
Years rolled on and on.
Child Narendra grew up well,
As a boy strong and tall.
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As we move further away,
From the year two thousand and eight.
As is the custom to celebrate it.
There will be more who will come,
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Up on the jungle legend tree
The witty evil spirit* lived
Upside down teasing easy‘n free
Hung all day long it remained!
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PILGRIMS who journey in the narrow way,
Should go as little cumbered as they may.
'Tis heavy sailing with a freighted ship ;
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Remarks on calenders,
Homeworks not completed,
Assignments and projects delayed...
Exams tension,
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Sitting beside reluctant fan
That rotates at its will
I indulge in a shadow boxing
With the insider
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'Man, you too, aren't you, one of these rough followers of the criminal?
All hanging hereabout to gather how he's going to bear
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Somehow, these days
Whenever it rains
On parched earth
It no longer sends
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BRIGHT as a morn of spring,
That jubilates along the earth,
With clouds, and winds, and flowers rejoicing,
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As black imbued black, so was rendered the pitch of darkness
That befogged this godforsaken yard of graves -
And too the dank, ‘til now forgotten chapel that
Did little to grace these forlorn grounds.
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This is to let you know
that there was no moon last night.
My soul was amidst in the dark
straying out the piercing
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DO you remember all the sunny places,
Where in bright days, long past, we played together?
Do you remember all the old home faces
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"Gentle Jane was as good as gold,"
To borrow a line from Mr. Gilbert;
She hated War with a hate untold,
She was a pacifistic filbert.
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She is the ever changing wind
Blowing wildly across the empty stillness of the continent,
Like a restless spirit with a mountain of bitterness sent
To roam around the loud universe,
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Morning is her time for reflection,
Light filters in the windows while inside she is screaming
At her past of brutal rejection
As the teasing light is streaming.
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The joys of naughty fun
OH! the joys of naughty fun
A few words of teasing to spare
A smile thrown in...
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Did you know
That there is a Firmamant
Between us?
Amid silent box springs
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Tell him i love to make these words
a song with his luscious lips...
and make the rhythm of my heart
be mellow music to his ears.
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Just minding my business on my front porch
A young man struts by carrying a torch
He winks at me with a crazy stare
As I sit here in my rocking chair
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