Kahlia Mazacalletti, 10 february 2013
It has been so calm in the house
Since our last argument; you could beg for more than silence
I surmise that it is almost over
The tension is unbearable; who dares, wins
I know my heart will be broken , but will keep beating, nonetheless
Why must you be so distant in your efforts to make me feel so alone
Love to me is like a war, easy to start but hard to stop
We were more than lovers once; we were friends
Friends who smiled at each other and didn't go out in a crowd to smile at strangers , instead
Why must you be so heartless in finishing our lives together, so cold
Like the snow gathering on the window pane
Once more I beg you to finish it as it started; a tear runs down my cheek
Please take your leave and I'll take mine; a fine goodbye and a good wish for the future
steven cooke, 10 february 2013
A poem about World War 1.
(Ich tötete is German for I killed)
(J’ai tue is French for I killed)
(Yellow mist refers to Mustard Gas)
Not for them
this poem of life
for the pen is full of blood.
Writing the names of yesterday
on lichen memorials
washed by the tears
Of these forgotten years.
Not for them
a sunny day
only shadows from the cross.
Hiding their faces from tomorrow.
Stored in this warehouse of silence,
kept secret by churches reverence.
Not for them
to burn this candle of innocence
their light was sold for war.
To search out death in no man’s land
for machine gun and snipers hand.
Not for them
the words of love or the gift of flowers
for only poets can pick their dreams.
No nightingales and moonlit nights
or gentle caress upon the shore.
For death is but a moment,
Inspiration dies,
with the pain in soldiers eyes.
Not for them
to sleep in peace
or to wake to mothers bread.
Only memories of a yellow mist,
for the banshees longs to be kissed.
Not for them
to lie to God
to say we did not kill.
For in death they can all say
Ich tötete, J'ai tué, I killed.
We who came from Eden,
are now comrades in heaven.
Not for them
to know the future
for we see only the graves.
Let this be our peace,
less we forget the meaning of war.
And pray historians will never write again,
with a pen full of blood, this poem,
Not for them.
Satish Verma, 10 february 2013
Depth of a bruised sea
rising from the surface
overwhelms the dumb shore
shining
for impossible tomorrow
golden sand, the locked door.
History repeats amnesia
for a depressed meniscus
shifts the nameplate.
Here was laid the image of
priestlees god of dusty face
small dreams.
The book remains incomplete
who wrote the contents
for blank pages?
Satish Verma
cauchy3, 9 february 2013
Boss will says there are rights…
China top leader WU JANTO says” Country Unity.”.
Cauchy3 says” there are annexed evil forensic words for leader powers.
China premier WENJIABAO says “ no pledge but without evidence follow china laws but I am clean”
Cauchy3 says “what are laws if there are no investigated facts when easy does are there”.
So and so is easy ways.
Who avoid the proofs? Those immense crimes of large amounts of bribery sins because they are second top.
Who avoid the proof then who must seemingly do and guilty. Do not forget china get china modes of imprisonments. Humble pies will also know our china get the courts with china system modes. Only semen swims in wombs for birth. Only crimes will hide as matrix arrays. Bribery sins are coming close for china ages. However only patron saints have right but who care. Partitions made are mixing arts for clarifications.
Free the Tibet parts and all.
China ANNEXATIONAL forces are much too harm to sustain.
Only way is our ways. Ways are some conclusions only there are freedoms.
Ways are some conclusions only there self identities.
Tibet people tokens only good for better reactionary happen.
-------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3------------
Satish Verma, 9 february 2013
I begin unlearning
the script, in irreality,
find myself
my shadow in intermission
envelops the virtue
peak of sorrow, silence of space,
give your hand, within clarity
of reason, inner globe
of light, your kiss melts.
A water lily grows
in my palm, full of tears,
a terror strikes on thumb
like a dismembered limb
a veiled moon walks in night
to reach home.
The sun will find the road empty!
Satish Verma
louis gander, 9 february 2013
The muscles tighten in my face
and tears come to my eyes -
each time I think of how you hurt
or hear your helpless cries.
You know if I could help you out,
I'd stop your pain today.
I'd use my little magic wand
to whisk them all away.
But if my magic wand was broke,
I'd buy them all with cash -
and then I'd torch each single one
and turn them into ash.
But if I couldn't burn them up
I'd open up your heart -
I'd take your sorrows- all of them -
and tear them all apart.
But if I couldn't tear them up
then I'd go to great length -
to throw your burdens off a cliff,
with every ounce of strength.
But if I wasn't strong enough
I'd haul them, height and breadth -
then watch them all splash overboard
into the ocean's depth.
But if your burdens didn't sink,
I'd work for many years -
right along beside you where
I'd kiss away your tears.
But if I couldn't dry your tears
I'd wish beyond degree -
that all your hurts would melt away
until you're bright with glee.
More tears go streaking down my cheeks.
I see you in great pain -
and now I've proven I can't help.
My work is all in vain.
Oh, how it saddens me to know
that I can't do a thing.
Yet God can heal your broken heart -
and that's why angels sing...
So smile awhile and lift your voice -
a voice so filled with love!
For those who hate will wallow here -
as you ascend above!
©2013 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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B.Z. Niditch, 8 february 2013
It seems to me,
the Polish painter
near the pond
drawing in
my welcome
to his own service
by jagged lines
on his canvas
in a white blouse
has an endless
watch for color
with a dialogue
between this poet,
a charred surrealist
as well,
gathers around
an easel of aesthetic
interpretation.
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 8 february 2013
Love never dies a Natural Death
It has to be killed or put to rest
Lovers come and then they go
Real Love stays eternities Plus one day, you know
I've seen good love and I've seen bad
Some I wish I wanted and didn't have
True love will give you unconditional peace
It will last a lifetime and never cease
It is the only thing that can calm man
He will look to the future with everything he can
And see the Heavens in his own eyes
For he has his beauty and that's his prize
For Love never dies a natural death
It has to be killed or put to rest
Gert Strydom, 8 february 2013
While the sun rises and things
have shadows found,
so gently and by itself
love binds you and me
comes with a own sincerity
and brings joy, pain and bliss
while in integrity
you and I find how love really is.
Gert Strydom, 8 february 2013
When you stop your last kiss,
while we spend moments in bliss
trembling will our hands be
at moments such as this.
In the depths of your eyes I will see
a type of sweet tranquillity
and I do wonder if moments can be
again like this for you and me?
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