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The Chiding – A Poem by Naduni

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“You are too hard and inflexible!”
You chide me, your face on fire
“You are overly sensitive and emotional!”
I point out, tactfully reverting the chiding.
But deep within I know,
I was too harsh on you
(Not that I wanted to, in a way I had to)
And I also know
That I have become hard and inflexible
Like a plant, after intermittent beatings
Of the weather, grows into a massive tree
Nothing can bend.
But all the same your sweet self,
Funny, silly and cute self
Reminds me how once I was.
You are several years older than me
Do I envy you for your inborn gentleness
Still staying with you?
No my darling, no.
I only fill with fear
Fear for you being transformed
Into myself,
On a day not far away.

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Love Comes and Goes – A Poem by G. S. Katz

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Love comes and goes
Usually not on a timetable
There’s no formula for the right love
But stay in the game always
Never quit
Open yourself up
Don’t be afraid
He’ll find you
Or you’ll find him
It’s a dance
A celebration
Not without pain
But always worth it
Just because…

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Unbuttoned Life – A Poem by P.K. Deb

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Let me live an unbuttoned life
To feel the sorrows of the society,
And allow myself to circumscribe
By a divine girdle of honesty.
Let me spend the tumultuous days
To break dozing and day dreaming
And to rub the depressed to erase
The loneliness to make life cheering.
Let me enjoy the dreamful nights
To obtain a zeal for better tomorrow
And a luminous knowledge which fights
To drive out the darkness of sorrow.
Let me enjoy a delightful intermission
To establish myself on the peak of pleasure.
And return again with a new incarnation
To reform the society with suitable measure.

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Retaliation – A Poem by P.K. Deb

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Amazingly, the ball is flying back to me,
my protruded eyes witness
its dreadful spinning and speed;
and the haughty heart shrinks and realises
a ruinous sequence is to be ensued.

A few moments back…
my high-strung racket stroked
the ball and posted it
to the inaccessible address of the rival.

As over-powered I was
by my pride and contumacy
so was over-confident on my skill
and was over-optimist too to obtain
the last achievement, the game point.
My body, mind and soul were prompt for
the hilarious clapping and warm felicitation
and blissful too in watching
the Samba of day-dream around me.

Suddenly, a pin-drop silence paralyses
the tumultuous environment
and I am landed back from the fantasy to the reality.
My sensation and perception are astonished by
the retaliated ball which is repelled
and addressed to a tough corner of my court.

“Oh God, please save my game,”
a bubble of importunity comes out of my heart–
almost haunted and blocked too,
still tempts me for the last effort.
Tighten my loose grip, raise the racket,
jump over to the ball to reach beneath and blow.
my eyes shut their doors,
maybe, ears also reluctant to hear
the consequence of my last struggle for existence.

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Connection – A Poem by G. S. Katz

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like gloves that fit perfectly
two eggs sunny side up
finishing your sentences
Connection

bumps in the road
using humor to defuse
knowing it’s temporary
Connection

answers without questions
a sip of your coffee
the road is long
Connection

karma
skin
imperfection
Connection…

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Bitter Sweet – A Poem by Anthony Cannon

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Can you taste this?
They wanna know how I feel about it.
How I feel about holding back my pain and thankfulness for so many
remorseful years.
I account for the misery and woe in my bed sheets,
All of the nights of losing sleep and waking up feeling so
incomplete.
But then again…
The times I’m glad I’m still in God’s favor,
Still sitting on my throne over a pristine spotless temple.
Not ashamed of the tread of my feet I trod.
This potent wine I spill from my abode freezes solid-
Hard as rocks as they drop to deliver panic and unnecessary
persecution!
This is bitter sweet.
I’ve been picked over, left for dead, dissed at and forgotten,
They say my time has ran out,
But how could I believe this nonsense I’m reciting to you?
Can you believe this?
I rise up and stay above it,
Thinking to myself I’m on my own island of continuation…
That this lonesome, dark, pitch black nightmare will never end.
Go all the way to gehenna and back and still ceases to not exist.
This is bitter sweet.
Like how I’m ecstatic but it breaks my bones and crushes the marrow.
As I put my heart in this,
I love the sweet,
But I despise the bitter.
Thank you for tasting my bitter sweet.

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Sports Day and Exploitation – A Poem by P.K. Deb

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Hip- hip- hurray–
The suppressed hearts must bloom today
as the bloodless lips get back their lost smiles,
Let’s play, the annual village sports day is on today.

Hip- hip- hurray–
The exploitation is on leave and departed
with its ugly blood sucking oppression
and grants a relief to the exploited today.

Hip- hip- hurray–
The blissful minds are absolutely unmindful
to their plough, cattle, sweating, low-wage,
poverty, indebtedness and illness today.

Hip- hip- hurray–
The indigents witness the annual smile
on the face of the landlord fortunately
instead of regular reproof and frowning today.

Hip- hip- hurray–
A rare competition is to be contested
among the feeble who are already
defeated and receded under compulsion today.

Hip- hip- hurray–
an amazement is to be ensued definitely
as the heartless hands are preceded
for the poor’s heartfelt enjoyment today.

No more hurray, that’s all for today
as the village sports day is almost over
and the poor’s are to be refaced the demon-
the exploitation with its oppression from tomorrow.

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You're My Reason for Living – A Poem by Joseph Romano

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Every placed I go your fair face beams.
You are a beautiful woman, you’re the woman of my dreams.
Your heart is loving and tender and forever forgiving.
You’re the reason I’m here, you’re my reason for living.
You opened your heat and gave me a new life.
Then you made me the happiest the day you became my wife.
And just when I thought you made me the happiest man in the world.
You presented us both with a new baby girl.

And just when I thought we had all the happiness and joy.
You presented us both with a new baby boy.

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