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14 Dec, 2024 Today
POEM OF THE DAY
In Childhood

things don't die or remain damaged
but return: stumps grow back hands,
a head reconnects to a neck,
a whole corpse rises blushing and newly elastic.
Later this vision is not True:
the grandmother remains dead
not hibernating in a wolf's belly.
Or the blue parakeet does not return
from the little grave in the fern garden
though one may wake in the morning
thinking mother's call is the bird.
Or maybe the bird is with grandmother
inside light. Or grandmother was the bird
and is now the dog
gnawing on the chair leg.
Where do the gone things go
when the child is old enough
to walk herself to school,
her playmates already
pumping so high the swing hiccups?
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POEM OF THE DAY - MODERN POEM
Love Poem

Speak earth and bless me with what is richest
make sky flow honey out of my hips
rigis mountains
spread over a valley
carved out by the mouth of rain.

And I knew when I entered her I was
high wind in her forests hollow
fingers whispering sound
honey flowed

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POEM OF THE DAY - MEMBER POEM
Clarity

if you want clarity, 

ask the wind, 

be the wind, 

see the dust you collect, 

and tell yourself from it.

be the wind, and see through.

if needed, be the dust.
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QUOTE OF THE DAY

Not always life comes the way you want it. But you turn that way you want after holding it in your hands.

13 Dec, 2024 Friday
POEM OF THE DAY
Flower Of Love

Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common
clay
I had climbed the higher heights unclimbed yet, seen the fuller air, the
larger day.

From the wildness of my wasted passion I had struck a better, clearer song,
Lit some lighter light of freer freedom, battled with some Hydra-headed wrong.

Had my lips been smitten into music by the kisses that but made them bleed,
You had walked with Bice and the angels on that verdant and enamelled meed.

I had trod the road which Dante treading saw the suns of seven circles shine,
Ay! perchance had seen the heavens opening, as they opened to the Florentine.

And the mighty nations would have crowned me, who am crownless now and without
name,
And some orient dawn had found me kneeling on the threshold of the House of
Fame.

I had sat within that marble circle where the oldest bard is as the young,
And the pipe is ever dropping honey, and the lyre's strings are ever strung.

Keats had lifted up his hymeneal curls from out the poppy-seeded wine,
With ambrosial mouth had kissed my forehead, clasped the hand of noble love in
mine.

And at springtide, when the apple-blossoms brush the burnished bosom of the
dove,
Two young lovers lying in an orchard would have read the story of our love;


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POEM OF THE DAY - MODERN POEM
Love Poem

Speak earth and bless me with what is richest
make sky flow honey out of my hips
rigis mountains
spread over a valley
carved out by the mouth of rain.

And I knew when I entered her I was
high wind in her forests hollow
fingers whispering sound
honey flowed

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POEM OF THE DAY - MEMBER POEM
Daily Prayer

They looked a lovely couple
As they trod the aisle that day.
'A fairy-tale wedding,
A dream come true'
Mother was heard to say.

For three long years they'd dated
And done a lot of talking
That's how to get acquainted
When Christians are a-courting.

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QUOTE OF THE DAY

If you know how to set the tunes, life will learn to dance on it.

12 Dec, 2024 Thursday
POEM OF THE DAY
A Wish

I ask not that my bed of death
From bands of greedy heirs be free;
For these besiege the latest breath
Of fortune's favoured sons, not me.

I ask not each kind soul to keep
Tearless, when of my death he hears;
Let those who will, if any, weep!
There are worse plagues on earth than tears.

I ask but that my death may find
The freedom to my life denied;
Ask but the folly of mankind,
Then, at last, to quit my side.

Spare me the whispering, crowded room,
The friends who come, and gape, and go;
The ceremonious air of gloom -
All which makes death a hideous show!

Nor bring, to see me cease to live,
Some doctor full of phrase and fame,
To shake his sapient head and give
The ill he cannot cure a name.

Nor fetch, to take the accustomed toll
Of the poor sinner bound for death,
His brother doctor of the soul,
To canvass with official breath


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POEM OF THE DAY - MODERN POEM
A Promise

She gives him a cloud of parrots
He expects her to peel the carrots
She gives him a safari cruise
He expects her to hide the bruise
She gives him a blue magic rabbit
He expects her to feed his habit.

He gives her a kicking horse
She expects his true remorse
He gives her a rotting plum

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POEM OF THE DAY - MEMBER POEM
Feel

I don't know what I feel like
Couldn't tell you if I tried
I wish I could feel more
My empathy has run dry

I want to be sad
I wish I could cry
But it seems impossible
When you're up in the sky


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QUOTE OF THE DAY

If you do not have a secure place to keep it, do not invest in it, neither it will benefit you nor you will cherish it.

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Best POETS
Best POEMS
1.
indira babbellapati

I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
...

2.
Dr. Antony Theodore

If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
...

3.
Muzahidul Reza

Indoors by technology, outdoors by speedy transport
I travel the world
Today in Japan, tomorrow in Rome,
Next day by an ancient civilization or in Hawaii or Coast Ivory,
...

4.
Howard Simon

The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
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5.
Chinedu Dike

The Peace Warrior Of Mzansi, among heroes - a colossus!
Sun Of The Nation; a rare gift of Providence.
Once, entangled in the web of racist succubus;
Unruffled he declares before High Justice:
...

6.
Ency Bearis

(This is a composition in Pilipino Language the first one I did, the only one, and hope some of the Filipinos will get this funny poem in this site. The poem is updated with English translation)


Noong taong otsenta dekada
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CLASSICAL POEMS
1.
Jacques Prevert

Rappelle-toi Barbara
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
...

2.
Evie Shockley

you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
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3.
Barbara Guest

On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
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4.
Richard Lovelace

"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ'd to serve her deity:
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5.
Robert William Service

If you had the choice of two women to wed,
(Though of course the idea is quite absurd)
And the first from her heels to her dainty head
Was charming in every sense of the word:
...

6.
Emily Jane Brontë

A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.
...

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