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Triumph | Naduni - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Triumph | Naduni

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I see the softest eyes that ever were
On the blue of the singing water
And imagine you are here
When I feel as if you are there
In the blue of the soothing sky
I feel you are here
With me, around me
Above me
The blend of happiness, a tear in my eye
A pain in my chest, the guilt I feel
“Forgive me…” I murmur.
Help me, guide me, show me the path
When my the demons try to control my mind
They have succeeded six times
I can’t lose anymore
Guide me, tell me, advise me
Let me follow you
Let me, in the end,
TRIUMPH

A Robin's Tune That Soothed the Old Man's Soul | Tim S. - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

A Robin's Tune That Soothed the Old Man's Soul | Tim S.

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Here, where trees and foliage meet;
Where rippled waters glide,
A robin’s joyous tree top song
Has stilled my metered stride.

He serenades his melodies
In songs no man can phrase,
Ensnaring thus my dreary soul
To listen to his praise.

Could it be, his whistling tune
Reflects a sad unrest?
For one departed- from this earth–
Interred in heaven’s nest?

The answer fades, for I must go,
I’m feeling winter’s greet.
The sound of snow upon the ground
Mimics kitten’s feet.

Till spring has come, I’m sure I’ll miss
His ballads through the glen.
But when the white grass turns to green
I’m sure we’ll meet again.

Ignored | Nathy Dulanto Bernuy - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Ignored | Nathy Dulanto Bernuy

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Why is it so hard to smile
Always over thinking is not right
I need you by my side
All feels so sad

Everything is meaningless
Without you all is boring
I feel so ignored
Not having you around

Now that you’re gone
I feel so lost
Trying to keep myself busy
Is not helping at all

I shouldn’t have been sad
But nothing can make me smile
People said that I’m not right
But I’m happy knowing that you’re fine

Listening to your old songs
To feel you close
We’re waiting for you
My loneliness and I

The River and the Waterfall | P.K. Deb - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

The River and the Waterfall | P.K. Deb

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Along a plain the river flows,
Turns, slopes and thus goes
Forward to the destination.

It runs and listens
The call of oceans
None stands as its obstruction.

One day along with its all
The river suffers a great fall
It screams till it loses everything.

The name is not found
Amid its scaring sound
It loses the song what it could sing.

Yet it looks for a plain
As it must flow again
But in the deep nothing it can recall.

The scream attracts a cow boy
Near the falling water to enjoy
He names it amazingly ‘water-fall’.

Thus, the river becomes a water-fall
Offers an awesome beauty to people
But retains the urge to flow again.

Slowly it fills up the deep
And raises its head to peep
Gets finally a valley of smooth plain.

Who dares to stop it now?
It jumps on the plain somehow
Starts flowing and singing the lost song.

River again becomes river,
Runs not to stop ever–
Continues its journey, maybe, short or long.

Travels | Sunil Sharma - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Travels | Sunil Sharma

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I will take you to where moon is
Or, other some such place where
You hear the Amazon singing at her tenor full.
The Niagara falling falling falling like tumbling $
Or:
The ancient Nile being travelled by a young Cleopatra and Antony
And recoded by the Bard for the King’s Men, 1607.
I will take you to the spot where a sensitive Keats first heard
The nightingale and composed his immortal paean
To the humble bird, a source of inspiration for others.
Come with me; fly to the orbiting lands imagined/real/imagined.
It interlinks —
The creative imagination-language-context
Called Poesy, now poetry by the stiff purists insisting on
Colloquial speech and modern terminology.
Call it any name, dear poetry creates something new
And, handcuffs us subtly
Both you and I
In this strange mental journey.

More at http://www.drsunilsharma.in/.

Aryabhata's Predicament | Richard William Kirkpatrick-Thorne - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Aryabhata's Predicament | Richard William Kirkpatrick-Thorne

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The Oaf Is On A See-Saw,
Flipping His Wallet Up InTo The Air,
Swinging It On A Chain,
Catching Stares As He Jerks Them Towards His Gapeing Face,
His Eyes Pointy And Dumb,
He Sits Tight And Fat… Rideing Each Bump Like Its His First,
While He Borrows A Friend To Dive The Totter Up And To Shake The
Teeter Down…
…
Droplets Of Noon Sweat Arc Into The Marshmellow Sky,
It Is Business Class All The Way,
To Hell With Milk Money Like Molasses And Jackie Onassis,
There Is A Genuine Cause For Concern Among The Marble-Jetters
As The Rusty Stress Of Congress Begins To Squeal,
An Orbital Leverage Was Once What Held The Playground Up,
But As Greasy As The Bolt Could Be… EveryThing Falls…
…
To Bullets And Ballads,
Stomping Chubby Feet Minute After Minute,
Chomping-Simple Machine Wired For The Suspension Of Polarity,
Jaw-Slacking Pulley System To Link The Mind To Its Beauty-Sleep,
With One Thumb In A Thimble And One Pot To Watch Boil Over…
…
Keeping An Ear On The Music… The Borrowed Friend Now Disengages From
The Tired Game,
Bored Of Dieing… Now To The Swings He Saunters Sullenly…
…
The Alpha Male Saddles Up,
To Put The Program To The Test And Check Breaking Points,
His Mother’s God Put Fuzz On His Cheeks… Youth Fizzing Right Below
His Nose,
It Is Done So He Remembers His Turn On The Ladder,
And He Grips The Bar And Heaves Up…
…
…
The Oaf Smiles And Sits Drooling… For A Split Second… Before He
Releases Tension,
Giving His Best Attempt To Rub Out The Metal’s Curve,
Though It May Take Several Attempts For The New Guy To Come Down,
And He Will Eventually Admit Defeat… From Some Niche Near Sun-Dogs
And Space-Trash,
But Not Before A Shadowy Recession Hits The Land,
And EveryBody Notices How Heavy Buddha Got On The Ride Home.

More at http://rwkt.blogspot.ca/2014/10/aryabhatas-predicament.html.

John Cage Has Died | Rose Mary Boehm - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

John Cage Has Died | Rose Mary Boehm

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He would like to be remembered
as an empty book left open
for the wind,
as a tone-less symphony
waking the listeners
to their very lives,
as a poem never written,
never read.

As a silent presence
on a stage that has
been taken down
last year.

John Cage died a disappointed
inventor of aleatoric music for
which he invented a string instrument
that had to be played by one tall person
with four hands.

More at http://rosemaryboehm.weebly.com/.

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