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Joanna Scott - Steps of heaven

Steps of heaven
You walked the steps of heaven
in you walked together
the pearly gates gates were waiting
to take you both forever
It was a big loss to us here
but God had a different plan
he wanted you to live in heaven
and rest how only the mighty can
Forever Ours xxx

For Us To Understsnd - Peter Davies

For Us To Understsnd.

My eyes are open, to the world I see,
All the colours of the rainbow
But does the wondering world, see me.

My eyes are drifting, across the dream of day,
All of us and everything, passing
As our tears, they simply fall away.
My eyes as deep, as the reflected sky,
All our poetry left, as climbing clouds
That soar in the silence, of a kissed goodbye.
My eyes they close so slowly , but still i shall see you,
All the so gentle words, there left to say
To a heart reborn and new.
My eyes capture the moment, the touch of your sweet hand,
All the days we lost, within our own time
Laid bare for us, to understand.
(C) Peter Davies. 2016

DÉJAME que me deprima - Silvia Ortiz Escritora-poeta

DÉJAME que me deprima
que me arrope en la oscuridad
de los días en que se liquidan amapolas
en el temporal de los niños
Deja que me abrigue en la fortaleza de los vientos
que laceren más mi piel en la angustia
de tus pasos bajo el eco del mañana
Déjame alma de mi alma abrazar
al torrente clandestino de tu cuerpo
cuando llegue a casa niégate la despedida
Déjame debatir al horizonte baldío
en los tiestos de irreparable lodo
que conforma hoy mi casa
Déjame soñar en las celdillas de la tierra
en los pájaros ausentes por su canto
por temor al mar blasfemo de estos días
Deja amado mío que la luna
se mezcle en la nostalgia de segundos
que me entierre en el crespón de algún rosal
que me funda en el cálido
y presumido torrente de la lluvia
Déjame la tristeza no lastimes más su herida
ella quedó abierta cerca al templo donde
se cultivan las cuentas de un rosario en carne viva
Déjame mi cielo, mi amado amante
deja que me funda en el silencio de las sombras
sin tu aroma, sin tu forma yo no sé vivir
Deja que me sepulte en la nieve
mientras el sol se ausenta otra tarde más
Deja el llanto sobre el mundo en llamas
la escarcha de tu boca en la fragilidad
de mi cuerpo …en los aires que soporto
cerca al frío esquema de la piel herida
déjame amor…otros besos
que muerdan el delirio de tu nombre ...
Silvia Ortiz, 24-10-16,16.01 pm, Chicago

SPLIT PERSONALITY - Dasharath Naik

SPLIT PERSONALITY
Wait for him , Destiny !
Simply flee not away so soon .

His cherished dreams aren't fulfilled yet
His passions still burning bright
His feels hasn't been felt within so far
The lighthouse showing the way though
Strangely enough he can't find the way
Innocence is crushed in broad day light
Crimes often go truly triumphant
Abortions practised much rampant
Free trafficking parade smartly
Money madness matters most
Supressing many righteous souls.
Children get killed before finding their body and name
Child abuse in the air shows our selfie
How inhuman and unfortunate !
Exploitation and tyranny on top priority
Virtues are ignored vices awarded
Talent rots in the dusty files
Everything is polluted so easily
And he gets hurt to be wounded severely
Humanity seems missing and wounded
His family his heart fails to recognise
His duty he doesn't know how to do
His salary he wishes to be credited on time
Corrupt he and he knows his tribe
He shares his time and money with them
He dreams big and achieves targets
Most magically by his shrewdness
Least bothering for the victims of circumstances
Ego he breathes and pride he posseses
Envy he reads and writes religiously
Change can never make him change
Though he needs changes many
How this earth be saved from disaster he wonders
As he goes to visit himself in the mirror
His reflection guides him to be chaste
Unlike his so called friends and fans
And he feels relaxed and relieved
*(c)Dasharath Naik

MEANINGLESSNESS OF ATTRACTIONS - JALESHWER JEANWALL

MEANINGLESSNESS OF ATTRACTIONS
A parrot would fly hearty and hale,
Over beautiful fields, vales and dales.
Once he saw a host of white flowers.
Enchanted by the sight dived for an hour,
To satisfy his hunger to his heart’s content.
Straight towards the field, he swiftly went.

But to his utmost despair,
Found cotton flowers with no one to care.
With nothing to eat, only a sight to cheat,
In summer scorching heat.
His beak to beat the cotton, so white but dry.
No sap, no sweet smell,
The scene looked like a burning hell.
Hungry and helpless,
Just tries something to gain,
To find some solace.
But all was in vain.
Only disappoint and bitter pain.
It happened for a few days.
Ultimately he found some other ways.
He learnt never to take a decision in haste.
Decided never his time anymore to waste,
In things that charm,
But are never so warm.
Our life is the same in some ways,
To the life of that parrot that portrays
Our meaningless search for pleasures
Ignoring the real treasures.
We keep on searching pastures new,
Look attractive and enticing to our view.
But alas !
Life seems tasteless and dry ,
Leaves us in the lurch, only to cry.
No sap do we find in these attractions.
Soon they become mere abstractions.
Then we weep over spilt milk so bitterly
That has no use to amuse our heart utterly.
Let’s never waste our life so precious,
In things that are not true and gracious.
Turn towards your eternal soul.
Then you will become sound and whole.
Seek the guidance of an enlightened one.
He will teach the defeated game to be won.


( COPY RIGHTS RESERVED JALESHWER JEANWALL 26 Oct, 2016)

Heal The World - Parupudi Satyavenkatavinodkumar

 Heal The World
 

As I walk and walk and walk
I look at the setting sun before
And the broken clouds above
And the word Heel flashes in my mind
From What and From Where and Why
The Choices we made brought us here
The Choices others made are bare
Consequences are natural to follow
A moment of introspection was needed
Before the actions were paraded
And see where have we landed ourselves
A world that is bizarrely broken and in pain
Desires leading mankind to the brink
Wants pegging humanity to its selfishness
Men to men, women to women men to women
Differences insurmountable have come up
Nothing seems to be in order to breathe free
Bloodshed, atrocities, war, instabilities ruling
They roost at all corners of the world
Amid all these chaos the heart cries
The soul Whispers Heal the world
Through the ancient paths that born you
Through Love and compassion and care
Concern for the fellow beings in heart
Just for a second O Human stop and listen
To the ancient whispers within
That simply and lovingly is ready to guide
You away from all these unearthly
self-inflicted calamities and pains
Just Heal The World
In a vacuum with resonating echoes
I walk and walk and walk

SWANSH..
25/10/2016.
Photo: Google Images.

The constant - Ade Caparas Manilah

Premise philosophical premise and arguments
“is God confused?”
“anger is taught handed drilled and infectious, it isn’t innate nor inherited but rather infused” _SamAda

the constant
sounds… hear heard hearing
foods… feed fed feeding
fashions… wear wore wearing
language… speak spoke speaking
attitudes… mimic mimed miming
my soul heart spirit
exposed days and nights
a virtual reality painted!
but why not love?
maps of dried tears
piled on my
landscape of thoughts
though i tried so hard
to let it flow
through my eyes
my pride refuses
a facade of synthetics
take the course!
years passed
dressed in all plasticities…
one day
gnarly ugliness
flows, a reigning lava
uncontrolled temper
devastating unselected spots
dead poison is my heart
i lost my soul!
now a terrorist
deserved to be
killed or loved?
understood or despised…
why am i to believe
i am God, His image
when
i am incapable of solution
i’m confused, am i God?
philosophical prose & poetry by: _ade c.
tuesday 8:52 pm 25 october 2016
lane cove sydney nsw australia

Mia dolce amica - Estela Soami

Mia dolce amica

Sei pioggia e sei sole
sei nuvole e tempesta
piccola e grande
vai lontano e poi torni
per strade sconosciute
Porti in te la luce del mattino
e il buio della notte
porti in te il calore del sole
e i sospiri della luna
Sei dolce frutto che attende
l’estate del cuore
sei foglia d’autunno
che soffice tocca il terreno
Sei pioggia e sei sole
sei pioggia che nutre
sei sole che scalda!

Estela Soami © 24.10.2016
t.d.r
Immagine dal Web

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-3 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-3
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY
I search for it
In the lost paradise
In the solitary confinement of Taj
In the tears of Sahajahan
And in all
That is beautiful and scintillating
I search for it
in meadows and mountains
in poverty and affluence
in hopes and despair
It eludes my grasp
For it is a feeling
A feeling of completeness
One has after being
Completely becoming one's
Letting and forgetting the world around
A glimpse of it
One can have
After emptying oneself
When every beat of heart
Throbs for it
Every drop of blood
Flows for it
For the sake of it
One can live and die
For it is so fulfilling and enriching
Makes life a paradise on earth
To have it
One has to have
A pair of eyes
That only sees it
A loving heart
That only feels it
And a simple mind
That only reciprocates it.
Something
Everyone relishes
But few have it
For platonic love
Is hardly realised
copyright@smrutiranjan21.5.2015