Mirror fell crashed by drypk - Yashpaul Kalra

 Mirror fell crashed by drypk

 

deep in my heart the mirror fell crashed
crashed and all the glass fell clashed,
impossible it was to stick the glasses
the mirror whole fell down several pieces,
brooming them together cut the skins
bleeding body bleeding like my own kins,
water drops hiding behind deep layers of eyes
fell like waterfall thundering from the skies,
there were heavy hailstorms near so heavy
falling forcible emotional damage so messy,
knowing how well the sky thundered
shocking breaking heart that wondered,
appearances oft are mere delusion
when heart crashed witness to storm destruction......
(regd copyrights drypk)

Monsoon is over...Susanta Haldar

Monsoon is over, and I thought:
Hatred between us is over as well;
But, you vowed to give it a new life-
Till then, it is to supress and quell.

I have received hatred for my caring,
For my praises to your laughter,
Hatred shown in reciprocity of love,
Shown to one who always looked you after.
Monsoon! how I wish you come soon,
Though months are ever so slow to come;
Hatred over hatred are being piled up,
And seeds of more are yet to be sown.
They would grow during the year's span,
And would shape and sprout as perennial,
But, how I long for an end to it,
And hope, some day you would be congenial.
Alas! I was a fool to think so,
That, some day you would love me;
But my conscience confutes me and tells:
Once you're hated..hated you'll always be...
 Susanta Haldar
 

The Forever Skies - Peter Davies

The Forever Skies.

Endless morning, of pale blinking blue
Washing as a wave, across us forever,
White horses break majestically, in morning light
Silent, as the still watching moon,
And a time standing, second moment
Before the promise, of the following ice kissed weather.

Skin free, as the forgotten breeze
Gently touching, as a night spoken love,
Distant trees, there dressed in autumn
Golden, as the turning tides of heaven,
And an ocean tear, shed for hope
As a name for tomorrow,
is written above.
A last song bird, lonely with fading flight
Circling always circling, as long shadows fall,
Somewhere life is crying, denying
Bleeding away, with all the colours of the world,
And in the that sunlight, missing second
One perfect flower opens, for the heart of us all.
Into the shushing sky, of cold calming breath
A prayer to the Angel, of loss and pain,
There to run past the crumbling ruins
Painted memories, of long dried regret,
And to find a soul tied, dream of sleep
After circling under the forever skies and finding you there again.
(C) Peter Davies. 2016

THE MYSTERY OF THE CREATOR - Atachie Richard

THE MYSTERY OF THE CREATOR.
(Theology)

The creator loves the world.
His heart takes sorrow and restore
happiness
in his endeavours,
relinguish the true love
that cannot be immitated.
Shall thee know the occult
behind the true truth of the creator?
The mystery of the creator.
The mystery of the creator
It walks on to every door.
The wise men from the East
knows it came with peace
but cannot even trace the footpath of this so-called beast
Yes... The magic creator
his action as powerful as David.
It eliminate the devils tears as a raven
The mystery of the creator.
For many names he is called
in all it signify his competent
As omnipotent;
As transparent;
As omnipresent;
As translucent;
all this is hurl on him
describing the supremacy
his heart holds within.
The Mystery of The creator.
-Atachie Richard

Tango - Maria Antonietta Morganti

Tango
 


Galeotto fu il ballo
in una balera notturna
si incontrarano tra luci rosse .
Scattò subito
quell'attrazione fatale
che solo il tango
con la sua passionalità
sa creare spingendo
l'uno tra le braccia dell'altro .
La musica inebriava l'aria
resa sempre più complice
dai passi precisi
studiati con maestria
dai due intrepreti
tanto che restarono
soli in pista
come in una scena di teatro.
Le loro gambe
interpretavano
i visi si scrutavano
per non lasciare posto
a nessuno che potesse
anche minimamente
sminuire tale magia .
Maria Antonietta Morganti

Poetry and Artwork – George Onsy

 

 

 

TO EVE EVERYWHERE FROM ADAM OF ALL TIMES

George Onsy

It took You,
God
More than
Just one rib
To form
Her structure
So tender
So fancy
To let
My impossible
Dream
Step out of
The realm of
Fantasy.
It took you
More than
Just one rib
To answer
The yearning
Of my heart,
Modeling
This living piece
Of fine art.

Woman

Yes,
You did take
Just one rib,
Altering my whole
Anatomy
Promising to put
Instead
Pleasure
In the place
Of loneliness,
Of agony.
You took
That one rib,
Filling
Its gloomy void
With
Strawberry-red
Flame of
Fire
That when I just
Woke up
I found no name
But called it
“Desire”.
Thanks be to you
God
For in my life
She waves
Wondering
Between
The reality and
Myth
But without her,
My so-called life
Would always have
The taste of
Death.
O God,
God,
If you had not
Done
I would have
Taken out
My very heart
Out of the depth
Of my core,
Held it up, asking:
And this, Lord,
What is it for?

TO GOD FOR THE WOMAN

O God
Thank you for
The woman
In man’s life
She gives him
A reason
To be, to try, to strife.
She is your very touch
Through which
You would like
To love giving so much.
She is the melody
Of your guiding voice
Where dancing
Will be the only choice.
She is the colors
Spread by
Your shining sun
Filling the air with
Laughs, songs and fun.
She is the reflection of
Your smiling moon
On joyful rivers
Flowing soft.
Running fast
Until they dive into
The boundless ocean
To be one at last.

TO THE BLOOD

(In Memory of Violence Victims Everywhere)
O blood,
I wish you had
A sound
To crack the silence
Of conscience’s
Sleep profound
O blood,
I wish you had
No color
Reminding me
Of a flower
Once given
By a victim
To his lover
O blood,
Others’ or mine,
Stay on earth
To draw clear
A long-awaited
Red line.

THE SEA DEFENDING HIMSELF

(In Memory of the Little Child Found Dead on the Seashore) 
No, no, not me!!
It’s not me!
Who could do
Such a horrible thing
For whatever reason
It may be
It’s not me!
It is a creature,
Who calls himself
‘Human being’,
Who did it,
Didn’t he??
It’s not me!
Who made of myself
A refuge for desperate
Souls fleeing a graveyard
That’s once been
A dear homeland
Have you forgotten?!!
I’m not the harbor,
I’m the sea.
It’s not me
So, I’ve just
Thrown him up.
He never belongs here,
I’m only trying
To set him free.
It’s not me!
For if the deluge
Of innocent blood
Ever stains
My loyal blue
I would turn my water
Into tears to stay
Forever the sea
You wish to see.

YOU ARE LOVE – 8

On Divine Love
To God ….
You are love
And so often
In my distress
You surprise me
With tender breezes
That softly soothe
My complaining skin
Oh, such a bliss!
I wish to ask you:
Is that your whisper
Or your kiss?

India’s Wheel of Existence & Temple of Athena

(TO MY CREATURES – 3)
I was going to write a poem. But my words got bored. They revolted. They moved. They jumped up and down. They ran away from all circles of meanings, getting unbound … unfolded. Their letters got loose, expanding … stretching on the white horizons of my painting sheet to become long lines, entangled … interwoven by the heat of emotions until they form together shapes, figures and bodies

With my latest painting: ETERNORAMA 2 

George Onsy © Aug 2016 . 50 X 70 cm . Watercolors on cardboard

… These are my creatures …
O my sweet creatures!
You’ve come into being
By my lusting brush
As it’s been caressing
The very skin of
A passionately stretching
Painting board
I can see you
Trying to touch
Those legendary heroes
Carved on
The Temple of Athena’s
Frieze metopes
There, there
In my beloved
Immortal Greece
I can see you
Trying to move
My sacred Eternal India’s
Wheel of Existence
Round and round
Bringing to being
Yourselves and others
That are yet to exist.

YOU ARE LOVE– 2

You are love
And so it happened
That you formed me
Out of the bottomless
Abyss of nothingness
With your vision
Of a divine poet,
With your hands
Of an almighty sculptor,
With your fingers
Of a harpist
Of eternal melodies.
Oh, oh, how I love
The miracle of art
I’ve come to be!

FUGACE NEBBIA - Cinella Micciani

FUGACE NEBBIA
A volte
per pochi istanti
ti perdi nelle nebbie
dei tuoi silenzi.
Cerco una voce
un sussurro.
Sei lontano.
Un’assenza
che mi sconcerta.
Ti osservo attenta.
Lo sguardo è spento.
Sei altrove.
Ti sfioro lieve.
Arriva un sussulto
e ritorni da me.
Mi guardi.
Mi ritrovi.
Tendi la mano.
Ora mi cerchi.
Ti sento vivo
smanioso.
Ogni fibra
del tuo essere
si tende su di me.
Il respiro s’affanna.
M’abbracci.
Corpi intrecciati
parlano d’estasi.
Sento il tuo cuore
palpitare forte.
Ti scoppia nel petto
quasi impazzito.
Mi stringi a te
cerchi i miei baci
mi togli il respiro.
La nebbia è sparita.
Mille raggi di sole
m’avvolgono
come sussurri teneri.
C’è luce ovunque.
Profumi d’albe rosate
d’acqua cristallina
di rugiada in fiore.
Profumi d’amore.

Cinella Micciani
(Tutti i diritti riservati)

WOMAN - Stefano Capasso

WOMAN
the fray
I would
wanted to be
your garden
where
to sow Love
for
then gather
lifeblood.

Instead
stony silence
around me
always close
while flock
in the labyrinths
of the mind
bitter memories.
Why to me
that
I dreamed
beautiful sunsets
together
a Brilliant Love
it happened
a devastating
punishment ?
Today
I'm prey disarmed
in the hands
a Executioner Drunk
altered by fumes
the sick madness.
I have
to finding courage
running away
as
Gazelle Afraid
to leave behind
his shadow
is
so much anger.
Just so
I will not be
WOMAN
the
discomfited
and
I will avoid
more trouble.
Even these verses
are written to Female
All rights reserved
@ copyright

 

LAND OF AFRICA-Atachie Richard

LAND OF AFRICA

The land of Africa
fortified with braveness
from the spirit of
One Ancestor
The skull of the warriors
had plough the vegetation
till now.

The land of Africa
Even our war fronts
has been a tourist site
the blood shed by kingdoms
is still crawling through
in the eyes of adults.
It has enrich the african soil
The land of Africa
our soul soil
tolerate each other
shifting cultivation the crop grows
high yields in a roll
as we channel the season of growth
sweet and sugary is our potatoes
The land of Africa
sometimes furious of the caricature
the creator quenches its heart
with an extinguisher
who are you to question
the creator?
Should the anger persist;
lives will run to extinct.
-Atachie Richard

SELF ESTEEM - Vincent Alexander

SELF ESTEEM

When you have butterflies in the stomach
Confidence and morale are low
And your movements slow
But when you build self-esteem
Positive energy will flow
With sheer excitement you’ll scream
Our of extreme ecstasy you’ll exclaim
I have won the deed is done

In life’s journey violent storms may rage
Country against country battles wage
Hang on in there
Say a little prayer
Today’s rain
Will pave the way
For tomorrow’s sunshine
Then you’ll say victory is mine
With oodles of self esteem build up steam
Life can be like cheese cake and cream
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