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EPIC [ part-10 ]
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"had molded the slander and arranged
For her abandonment.."

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She found no fault with the king,that he had
Done it all for his subjects.
A real king takes into account the wishes of his
Subjects,all beyond his own interests,
Even beyond his wife ,it is his dharma,his father
And fore fathers followed,the tradition of Aryans.
She was thinking,by now
Her children might have reached Ayodhya,to their
Origin,as a fountain from beneath the
Surface of the earth joins the river.
The throne of Ayodhya once had taken away
Happiness from her,by immersing her in the
Pool of sorrow by the abandonment
The same throne is now going to leave her in
Loneliness by estranging her children from her.
The king was ever unaware of his off springs.
Her job is finished on earth,the earthly life
Has come to a settlement.
Now she is walking, putting her feet over the soft
Greenery on the earth,behind a moving banyan tree,
The path twice discarded her.
She has many times pointed the fore finger
Of her mind against the ever beloved husband
The esteemed and most respected prince and king
Who has dedicated his life to the kingdom folk.
He might not but have abandoned her,to make
His people happy and believe the words of
The washer man who always is dealing with dirt.
It was the folk who changed his mind,because
Of the gossip he spread against her.
Rama is the re incarnation of Lord Vishnu
He is Maya and is playing with Maya.

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EGO AND GREED
WE NEED
NOT NEED,
BUT WITHOUT THESE TWO
WHO WILL LIFE BREED ...
AND
ECONOMY SEED

ALL MUST HAVE THE RIGHT PROPORTION
OF EGO AND GREED
TO just men breed

But who will specify the right proportion
both lead to Cancer of the Ego
from which I alone suffer
and
Cancer of greed suffer
you all my kith and kin

sad 'tis but can't be helped
we all need both these..
So ask urself to help

No God will listen
as he would be deaf...

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OLDER

Dignity with

We are not pawn
In the game drawn
But a strong force...
To be reckoned at once

Oppress us with all that is with you
We shall cover over and get through
With new horizons in sky
Why at all we should remain afraid and shaky?

You can molest
And try your best
To discourage us from emergence
With brightening of double chance

We shall resist
And counter any move
To desist
Who outwardly insist?

We are no more weak force
But speak with
Sentiments and new source
The day shall grant us dignity with no chase

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Poetry of broken soul H's photo.

I shall dine with the demons,
I shall forget the sun,
I will live in the night,
For I belong to the dark,
I will whisper to the stars to leave me with my dar...k skies,
I never belonged to anyone,
I'm Hollow heart,
You who thought you will break me ,
You can't you lost you're dead now,
The night will cover all my dreams now,
The wind will erase the past, I let my words to heal me,
Because my words will never fail me,
My tears one day will dry,
And my heart will live with all my scars,
I always belonged to the night,
I always lived in the dark,
Now go sun leave me be,
Let me go back to my endless darkness,
And wash my pain with the bloody rain,
Of the bleeding stars that left my skies.
By H

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THE LIFE ON A DUMPSITE.

It is so sad to see my people
Sharing the same dumpsite with pigs
And proudly call it a living home....
And these polluted liquid that flows,
Our daily H2O to drink.

Our economy needs good clothes on
Like that of our Senators seating
Or are they more honorable than us standing?
Enough of these porous rags on us like our borders
Opened to all and closed to none.

Good education we need
But sadly, they are obviously too private for us to afford.
Left for us to attend are Pigin English institutions
Yearly graduating struggling graduates who can't punctuate.
Tell me, who will employ them?

Recycling the same old khaki and agbada as leaders
Why won't our politics be scaring like ojuju-calaba.
It is the life on a dumpsite
A pigsty and a garbage truck all put together
The dumpsite, my motherland.

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Seeking solace for the mind
Where two become as one
Found in secrets of the night
Passion on the run
Telling lies about tomorrow...
To satisfy a need
Dark desires of the flesh
Within an empty fantasy
Twisting, turning every way
To find the perfect fit
Union of flesh and blood
Making internal needs submit
Creating pleasure for the soul
Passing in a flash
Moments lost within a beat
When fire turns to ash

McZ 7/15

@mzamites

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The Birth of my quadruplets,...
...............................................................
birth of my quadruplets,
happyness at souls' home,
my wombs carried them,...
till they saw light of the universe,
delivered safe on floor of verse,
the floor of verse,
scribbling lines for the universe,
for the universe to rejoice,
the proofs going check inside the wombs,
the proof reader to readers,
across the universe will feel the quadruplets,
they make a history by their birth,
the doctor poetess doing the ceasarean,
in the operation theatre painful cries,
breaking the silence of the four walls,
first the painful cries of the pregnant mom,
the pain of labour harsh cries,
the ear drums of the four walls,
will deliver the four babies,
their feeding would be a daunting task,
for the delivering mom,
however, the news is true bliss,
the unconscious mom in true happiness,
in true serenade of the lulled faith,
sing them lullabys to lull them to sleep,
when one cries for the feed,
the telepathic connect surpasses the placental connect,
cries for the feed creating a beautiful chorus,
the singers' sing a song for feed in chorus,
the quadruplets wait for their turn,
who comes first, who second and follow one by one,
the senior to be revered with the juniors one by one,
the doctors note the biodata of the biological parent,
note down the grouping to date & time birth,
an anxious moment for the waiting parent,
when the baby would arrive from the labour room,
from the four walls of the labour room,
the quadruplets journey of oblivion,
journey of one after the other in unique fusion,
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(c) Akshaya Kumar Das 9/8/2015 10:15 A.M.

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She wanted to surprise him.
She prepared a dinner table rounded by red candles.
A bottle of wine to add romance.
She made it with so much love.
Sprayed the room with a calling spray....
The dinner table symbolised how much she loved him.
She kept looking at the time again n again.
She wore a dress that even the blind would say its beautiful.
She prepared herself like a queen.
Curiously n so nervous,she kept peeping on the window.
She waited till late.
He had a car accident n lost his life.
She received the harsh news.
She now eats on her bedroom,
She doesn't wanna see a dinner table anymore,
She weeps each night,
She is heartbroken so deeply.
She will never forget the dinner to say good bye.
She is lonely,
She want to join her love,
She remains in her room all day n night,
Waiting to join her love.
By Alex

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Hoodwinked by Hell!!

There are no true Atheists I do believe,
only those temporarily deceived.
They take the bait that Satan casts,...
and deny the Lord with hardened hearts.
From time to time we've all been there,
tempted in to the Liars Lair!
Doubting Thomas and trusting chance,
as the devil leads a merry dance.
Dressed to kill and HOT to trot,
creations truth is soon forgot!
As time goes on and life runs out,
the Athiest will start to Doubt.
There are no true Athiests of that I'm sure
just those too late for Heavens door!!

Psalm 14:1

The fool says in his heart , "There is no God"

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EPIC [ part 9 ]
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"The daughter of the earth,practical minded
used to live with nature"

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On the previous day her children were taken to
Ayodhya,by the most respectable sage Valmiki
Her protector,to attend the yaga at the palace
Followed by the action of her sons stopping the
Horse in the forest near Valmiki Ashram which
Was let loose by Lakshmana,meant for the
Aswamedham,in spite of the warning inscription
On it's forehead not to tie it up by any person.
In the morning while the sage came back with the
King's orders to bring her to Ayodhya she came to
Know from him that her gold statue is placed at
The queen's conspicuous place at the venue of the
Yaga instead of her,while she is alive in
Flesh and blood.
The king's was a conditional order that she can
Reunite him to continue as the queen by performing
Again a fire ordeal in front of the kingdom folk for
Proving her purity for the sake of the satisfaction
Of the people.
Rama never could doubt her purity,he did not.
But as a true king who considers people as his own
Children, to be in their mind with full charisma he desired
To be in their mind as their beloved king.
He couldn't keep a spying eye to see whether the slander
Was a fabricated one,by someone,with the intention
To have the desire for the descending of the throne
From the actual heirs of the kingdom.
There is reason to think like that.
She was living in the palace for twelve years after marriage
And then for fourteen years in the forest with Rama
To complete the period of encumbrance followed by
Rama's exile by his father from the kingdom and
For all those period she never carried.
With the impression of she being sterile she was allowed
To enjoy the status of the queen.
But when she got the pregnancy,those forces became
Scared and had molded the slander and arranged
For her abandonment.[will be continued] RAMAYANA

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When I dream
when I dream I dream why does one dream
no, not in a sleeping dream
when one has no control
but as in broad daylight ...
eyes wide open
dream
thinking of what must and ought to be
just imagine human need
and
your own well being
have a dream
all boys and gals do dream mostly day dream
in love making
but I feel if we dream
of the future of mankind
if we dream of our own well being
how to live a life without disease
then we would be master of ourselves
as we dream
so will we be a natural human being
so friends come along with me
and
dream......

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My 16th Poem- “LIGHT”:

I Am The Only Real Knowledge Light. I Am Here To Speak & Write To Fight.
I Will Share Nothing Else But Only Truth As I Use Courage & It Is My Right.

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People Have Become So Selfish & Fake. All Are Sugared Like Fucking Cake.
People Are Living Like Fucked Slaves As Money Is All & Only That We Make.

Humans Are Stupid Morons & Wicked Fools. All They Do Is Buy Sell & Crave.
We All Gonna Die Like Stinking Shit As We All End-Up In The Same Grave.

We Are Invisible Eternal Independent Souls. Human Birth Is To Win Freedom.
Please Follow Me Kind Folks As I Am Sharing Invaluable & Precious Wisdom.

We All Can Change To Improve & Be Perfect. It Is Still Not Much Far & Late.
Trust Me My Dear Brothers & Sisters As I Truly Have Noting To Ask OR Take.

I Am The Only Real Knowledge Light. I Am Here To Speak & Write To Fight.

LINK TO DOWNLOAD & SHARE:

http://sites.google.com/…/chir…/chirag-saiya-spiritual-poems

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The 4Ever Moment Of Now...
Family may hurt U,
pretend friends may deceive U,
Ur children will grow up,
then eventually leave U....
Lovers may fail U,
setbacks may derail U,
dreams often get put on hold,
with other plans that fell through.
All of Life is but a play,
we perform the best way we know how)(
So-
Rejoice with Gratitude & Acceptance-
In...
The 4Ever Moment of Now)(.
Zo
© Alonzo "Zo" Gross

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Unlived Life

Remained lost in the web of relationships,
kept running here and there in crowd,
kept shouting in market...
to buy something,
or sometimes, to sell something.
Ultimately I myself remained
being sold in this world
from one corner to another.

Though I was
in the effort to live life,
but, was unaware of life itself.
Time kept living me,
and I remained deprived of time.

Though tried my best
to remain abreast of the whole world,
but, I was not aware of myself.
Now when death is knocking the door,
I have realized
I too had a life
which remained totally unlived.

Thank You,
Swami Aaron

Email: swami.aaron@gmail.com
Website: www.UltimateBliss.in
Author of:
• Ultimate Ecstasy
• Beyond the Beyond
• Quantum Jump into God
• Lunatic Monologue
• In Love with Linda
• In Love with All Beautiful Women
• Dancing on the Last Threshold of the Universe

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY ...10 AUGUST SUNDAY
GUYS AND GALS TODAY

No one knows your age
today you say is your birthday ...
stay BLESSED today
'tis a Sunday

May the sun continue to rise
as always
enjoy your Suns rays
as did you so far till today

A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY
ON BEHALF OF ALL FB
may I be permitted to say

This is a very SPECIAL SUNDAY
10 TH AUGUST 19??

don't add the year if you may!

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Please have courage to like this page and share this post today time is short! Please comment if this reaches you as I pray that you will not be left behind...

...The 3.16 from the Kings Cross

Don't miss the last train home,
It's the 3.16 to Eternity
a one way ticket to the throne
all inclusive by the Crystal sea.

Don't miss the last train home,
It's the 3.16 to Eternity
a one way ticket to the throne
direct access to the heavenly city.

Don't miss the last train home
it's the 3.16 to Eternity
a one way ticket to the throne
a masterclass in carpentry.

Don't miss the last train home
its the 3.16 to Eternity
a one way ticket to eternity
free from sin that's a certainty.

Don't miss the last train home
it's the 3.16 to Eternity
a one way ticket to the throne
where love is the only currency.

Don't miss the last train home
it's the 3.16 to Eternity
a one way ticket to the throne
an audience with the King is my plea.

Please don't miss the last train home,
the 3.16 from the Kings cross is here
the stations full but not everyone is going
as to validate your ticket is to know Him personally.

Don't miss the last train home.....

ARK that's me.

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dieing memories

maybe I lost my memory
but I know you with my heart
the words fading a way...
the spark in my eyes can't stay
I beg for a moment of my past
a moment of glory never last
I look in the mirror and ask
who are you? what is your task ?
I feel like a hollow wearing a mask
a tricky enemy invade my brain
my mind blurry
I forget my beloved ones
I lost my balance
I fighting with my last hope
to keep my heart a live
even when my brain dead
I will know you with my heart

this poem for the people whom lost their memories by Alzheimer

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My heart is scattered on the floor like pieces of a Brocken glass,
Am drowning in regrets,
I try to drink to forget you,but I can't get drunk to forget you,
I can't live without you,
You are my sunshine,...
My princess,
My everything.
My heart misses you,
My everything wants you back.
I'll travel for miles to find your love,
I'll protect you like my princess.
i can't afford to lose you,
We are ment for each other.
I'll use my last breath just to say,
I LOVE YOU.
BY ALEX

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WILLINGLY

My lips can lie
My heart betray
Its useless to try...
I can't deny

You have powerful magnet
Buried under your skin
As flesh and bone
You are a north pole
Willingly...
I am a south pole
We stood amidst huge magnetic field

You pulled out my heart and soul
Nothing left inside
You killed my common sense
How could you are
Willingly...
I trapped in your charm

©Katharina Dike/Katrin Dayak
August 2015

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8 July r sexual
how will u tell
one of two
or one at a tym
will u?...
PERHAPS
both will and could do

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SET ME FREE.

I am like Daniel in the lions den
Jonah in the belly of a fish
Joseph in the house of Potipha;...
Set me free!
Set me free!

Set me free
Off these chains of obscurity
Stealing away my joy and prosperity
Making me look like another Job
Or should I curse God?

Set me free
Off this foolishness riding a chariot of glory inside of me
Making me believe in my strength, a superstar!
But who is the King of glory?

Set me free
Off the weight of this rock that locks my rise
A thorny part I daily trod
With your blood I plea, your holy name, my King!
Set me free!
Set me free!

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Spring Up, O Jesus!

Spring Up, O Well!
Rain down, O Heaven!
Draw nigh, O Jesus!

...

All who hate me whisper me off,
Whatever i have done to them
Will never get on my bed;
Even my bossom friend hates me,
He said;
Let us steal his morning
And drag it downhills
Where it sundowns,

Spring Up, O Jesus!

I am locked up at home,
Worn and scared
Of the fury grawling laid Lion,
Upon his belly with a club;
To hunt me in my world,

Pata Pata the night drums throbs,
I hear the thuds of the raging foot,
As the lion watches over my house;

I praise YOU twinkle star!

Now the moaning dove
Heralds a new season of unfailing love,
O Jesus, see, see...
The birds are mild over you,
I gave You all at Your feet;
Olive grains and Perfume,
I poured my sin on the Cross,

Clean me up, O Jesus!

As for the evil seed
That put-off my womb,
And put-up thistles,....

Let the dying day go.

(c)2015

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....AND

and
and
and ...
and the end !
with
the land of hope,
river of happiness,
and the sea of desire,
all, and..and.. and..
the end with
a dawn of the new journey! (6.8.15)

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PARAPHRASE PASSION
A collab Revamp by Madelyne Kleopat Figueroa & MaNGOD

~Kleo~
I wanna serve you my poetry warm and delightful ...
So you can suck all the vocabulary out of me just to be spiteful
I wanna sit on your face value
So I can measure your worth
While you taste the drip of my rhyme scheme through my pencil skirt
I wanna cop a feel of your hard knock tenderness
While you bend me to your heel on some drop it low shit
I want to ride the fuck out your melody and bounce all on your rhythm
And let you RUN up in my DMC like brrrrr stick um uh uh uh stick um. ~Kleo

~MaNGOD~
Articulate symptoms piquing My interest in exchanging spectacular vernacular, a poets' palaver, slather Your underscore with more of what cha lookin' for, slither up on Your metaphors in shades You can't ignore
Verbs meant to enthrall You, fall for The Word like Eve's chickadees were cursed to do, that spritz on Your sapiosexuall thirst, shaken not stirred playing Yahtzee with Your emotions
Loquacious giving You adjectives to assure My objective... A Me AND You conjunction and see how that function
Whisper soft enunciations in Your ear, plant tender adverbs on Your vocal chords, fluid like I Love You, then dictate til You start shedding tears boo and communicating with The LORD
Delineate between lust and love then put'em in the mix of poetry and Hip Hop as Our lips lock on dot, dot, dot, "Papi don't stop!"
I want to hear the adjectives flow when You open Your mouf and moan incoherent prose
My pleasure to have You aquirtin' syllables, want to bury My seed deep inside You and have lots of lil bambino participles
I Love how You get aroused to the ink I stroke when I'm around You, Ooooh Mami the nouns and the pronouns You use to enhance the mood dripping off Your seeking tongue I'm ensconced in the verses You coo
"Ti quero Papi", bilingual, You got Me talking in Haiku, a thousand lines of calligraphy vibes both day and night about You, I puts it down in Ink for no other reason than to make You Immortal...

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EPIC [part -8 ]

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"....all the love he had towards her and
whether it suits his education and his clan "

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"Laksmana,you don't worry in my name
Lord Brahma has created my body definitely
To endure all sorts of sorrows in life
My tears will be flowing over centuries to wet
The earth and and be collected in the endless
Oceans to be recycled and be rained again to
Nurture the human life in the world "
Sita after the departure of Lakshmana home,
Sought shelter to Valmiki Ashram,near
Thamsa river,and gave birth to the twins
Lava and Kusha,brought up them there under
The protection of Sage Valmiki,who gave them
Military skills by Kaushikar the tutor
And spiritual education by him and other
Esteemed sages,and after the completion of study
Valmiki took them to their father
Sree Rama in his court and they sang the entire
Story of the Ramayana which Valmiki versed
And taught them to sing.
Sita however had to set her mind to go to
Ayodhya at the instance of obeying sage Valmiki
Just to have a glance of her dear husband.
All the way she was thinking about her destiny.
At the time of Rama's denial to take her to the
Forest on his banishment,she was adamant
To go with him and she spelt cruel words such as
To hurt him and with scorn.
"Whom do you fear Rama , why ? what
Would have my father thought of you for having
A son-in- law like you with the body of a man
But really being a female ! "
If at all he is god himself he is not dare to win
A female ,the daughter of the earth ,practical
Minded,used to live with nature.
[will be continued ] Ramayana.

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" One with Nature Series"

A Septon
3/3/3/4/3/2

...

&
Painting

by

carmencita 🌺
in my corner
gsc, Phil.
8/9/2015

UNDER THE SEA

Won't you try to read me?
Lying beneath me are treasures unseen,
living harmoniously ,

Serene are the waters,
Unnoticed, but if one cares to dive
Then , be one with me

I'll show you the way , where beauty lies under
corals of silver, pearls growing magnificently
Under the sea.. Under the sea ...

Man's mind is like this
In silence and serenity
It blooms and sways with the waters
Under the sea.. Under the sea..

In the oceans bed, come , stay with me
Fill your senses with delight
as we watch those fishes glide ..

Man's quest for peace ....
Come, be with me, under the sea!!!!

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"No One Could Compare To You"

Once, you captivated my soul,
Weaving a chrysalis of refuge
With honeyed blandishments;...
I warmed at the genial smile
Echoed in smooth, kind words

Proffered friendship bloomed,
Roots slowly anchoring deep
To tame a once capricious heart
Into perfect, concrete submission:
I began to yearn for your love

Above my world of broken effigies
You would stand; a smoke pedestal
Fashioned by my spellbound mind
Held you away from the wispy trails
Of a chanted lamentation of solitude

Chasms of intent and emotions
Would rend my vulnerable spirit;
Still suspended in infatuation's fog,
My trapped mind sung your praise,
Chords lost to time's maelstrom

Long after your sudden departure,
As realization settled into despair
That you were but an imperfect being,
In my anguish I searched for another
Who could enthrall me in that vertigo

Future suitors, no matter their assets,
Fail before they begin; though I strive
To levy judgment based only on merit,
Bias enters my heart; I cannot be moved,
None among them could compare to you.

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Gazing deep into these lies
Envisioning tomorrows light
Found among shattered pieces
Of yesterday’s good bye
Trapping one within a cell...
Awaiting a friendly smile
To shine a light upon a heart
Lost in darkened beguile
That blinded eyes to see today
Beyond hidden walls within
Beauty found by all around
Where eternal pain can end
Taking one within a dream
Where madness fades away
Showing visions of tomorrow
The beginning of another day

McZ 7/15

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LIFEBLOOD
I almost lost my shirt….
Now lose myself in a sketch,
In a pencil sketch,
And fancy my chances…...
But laughs the sketch
Out of court my friend,
Says – “ it lays an egg “ ,
And laying a finger
On the eyes…breasts,
Navel n’ other parts
Of the sketch,
Leads off….leads off
To lay down the law…
Still I love...love and give
My right arm for it,
Think- by labor of love
It’s made…and when the
Goo of the grammars say-
“ it’s a goof “ ,
To give it a miss feel free,
I feel fit, fit more grittily
To give the glad eye to it….
Fall through, all sweet and
Swinging geometries,
Fall through, all shady
Endeavors
To strike a happy medium,
I stop them dead-
In their tracks and say straight off-
Lives it up lifeblood here,
At this pencil sketch,
And know not the law…
Law-lobotomies, way- weaponries
Where on earth its locale,
Its lovelorn locale…
Touch of a lightning
When you are in deep water
May only make a way…
A way for having a glimpse
Of the lymphatic system…
Lymphatic system of lifeblood…
-Prasant

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THE REALITY OF A PRAYER....... (by Ayesha Kaukab)

Standing on a prayer-mat,
Facing The HOLY KABA,
A true Muslim enters a world of calmness and pleasure....
He becomes unaware of all his worries
For his direct connection with his CREATOR has begun.
His CREATOR who is his fast Friend,
The One and only; who will never betray him.

Praising the Almighty ALLAH; the only GOD,
He seeks refuge from Satan.
Thanking his MASTER for granting him uncountable blessings,
The proud worshiper ,with full faith,
Seeks help from The TRUE DIVINITY.
Asking the TRUE GUIDE to show him the right path
The contented follower bows before his GUIDE.

What does this prayer grant
This hopeful worshiper in return?
This is a question some people ask.

Making him forget all his worries.
This prayer takes him to a land free of tension,
It grants him the freshness and the fragrance of the Heaven.
It stops a true believer from committing a crime,
As he has to stand daily,
In front of his MASTER, five times.
Above all, this prayer gifts him a true FRIEND, ALLAH,
A friend like whom he will never ever find..........
What is the reality of this prayer????

A true Muslim believes
This prayer to be a dialogue
Between him and His Divine GOD.
In short, this prayer is an inter-relationship
Of a Satisfied Believer and his Only GOD i.e None But ALLAH!!!!!!

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Land of Bears,
Land of Eagles;
Land, you gave us
Hope & Blessings,

...

You our home;
Our breastplate from foes,

Our children live
In elan cave;

Land, you told us
This bedtime ballad;

Land of Bones,
Land of Heroes,
We will go home
Accross the Mountain.

(C)2015.

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I believe you will come back today or tomorrow.
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Mother, do you miss me; or whisper words of love? Do you hear my heart break, when I think of you? Mother, do you miss me, or cry for me at night? Do you feel my embrace, when I think of you? Mothe...
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LOVE DRUNK.

We have been knocked down by love
Bruised so brutally by love
Chained in love like we've never been loved before...
He who sets us free is a murderer
The door is locked but our hearts are opened
Ready to lock up this love like the locks on our door.

Danger awaits me
When I am not found in your warm embrace
Chilly willy please so cool like breeze
Oh your lips, electric shocks less!
Never to leave you
Never been loved like this!
Always saying, I do!

Happily I feel when you call my name
In the rhythm of the blues
Speaking softly, killing me softly with words so warm like poetry
And now with my pen I write you down for all to read.

Death is cursed
But if I was to die and of judgment right now
Let it be in the warmness of your delicate touch.
No more games to play, the balls are in your eyes
And it is only you I see.
No But You, Ma Cherie!

‪#‎GodsonOsarenrensArtandLiterature‬
‪#‎GOAL‬ ‪#‎SaturdaySpecial‬ ‪#‎LoveDrunk‬ ‪#‎Love‬ ‪#‎poetry‬

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SELFLESS 1, SELFISH 0
floetry by MaNGOD, inspired by SoulBrotha James

BrothaSoul I know selfish people will find the truth unfolds in the years of gold when the...ir assez get old that what they were foretold by wizened people wasn't that big a load to carry 6' deep when their blood runz cold that selfless was the way to go

Flashbacks on the video stored in the cerebrum of the selfish one fastforwards on the day you're done and fear of the afterlife, the aftermath of the race you've run's not looking too good on the final outcome

Those gone on before you await in judgment of you and those you've left behind put you out of their minds the moment that first shovel of dirt's thrown on you and the "all about you" fiasco is finally thru

Fade to black your selfish acts, too late to evaluate the jacked up facts that the life of you was downright whack and all your "fuq you's" just fuq'd you back

© Black Chalk 2014

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Be The Light

Don't be the bow
That sends killing arrow
Be the rainbow...
To someone's cloud...
Don't be an emotion shroud

Be the light, to what is right
Not the light to a wrestle fight
For the night is near, be the light
Lead lost souls to the Lord's bossom
Preach his word, bring them home

Show them divine love
And their problem is solved
Christ is the board you can surf
When the waves make you ill
Jesus only say, "Peace be still"

LANRE CRAIG ©
All rights reserved-2015
Nigeria ®

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'Be The Light 

Don't be the bow
That sends killing arrow
Be the rainbow
To someone's cloud...
Don't be an emotion shroud

Be the light, to what is right
Not the light to a wrestle fight
For the night is near, be the light
Lead lost souls to the Lord's bossom
Preach his word, bring them home

Show them divine love
And their problem is solved
Christ is the board you can surf
When the waves make you ill
Jesus only say, "Peace be still"

LANRE CRAIG ©
All rights reserved-2015
Nigeria ®'
'Be The Light 

Don't be the bow
That sends killing arrow
Be the rainbow
To someone's cloud...
Don't be an emotion shroud

Be the light, to what is right
Not the light to a wrestle fight
For the night is near, be the light
Lead lost souls to the Lord's bossom
Preach his word, bring them home

Show them divine love
And their problem is solved
Christ is the board you can surf
When the waves make you ill
Jesus only say, "Peace be still"

LANRE CRAIG ©
All rights reserved-2015
Nigeria ®'
'Be The Light 

Don't be the bow
That sends killing arrow
Be the rainbow
To someone's cloud...
Don't be an emotion shroud

Be the light, to what is right
Not the light to a wrestle fight
For the night is near, be the light
Lead lost souls to the Lord's bossom
Preach his word, bring them home

Show them divine love
And their problem is solved
Christ is the board you can surf
When the waves make you ill
Jesus only say, "Peace be still"

LANRE CRAIG ©
All rights reserved-2015
Nigeria ®'

Roze

“Roze, roze”
I whispered and posed
For more lenient views ...
She might have few to offer

She is
Before my eyes
Not in dream
But a living beam

I can’t go that deep
As she is trying to keep
Her well measured
Simple and elegant posture

Yes her blue and green eyes
Simply stare and try
To reveal about secrets of her mind
I too probe more to find

As usual
I see more from her visual
She stands for love’s encounter
I say it with smile and she turns into laughter

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The Dimensions of the Initiated

Blurred apparition comes forth of secular thought
singular and existential yet still camouflaged in
possibilities so infinite ...and always concurrent
to the abridged single containment of theory

A single mind throws to the street a configuration
of a reality so potent for all yet so foreign and
forever inured to protest of the common breath
allured and continued in simplistic alienation

The night speaks a receivership of the strange
when the lights call a volume once so familiar
now acknowledged in the learning of the few
when the chorus of denial sings so much louder

My speaking in the mind of unheard vocal dancing
like the moths beneath the street light’s slavery
to the illumination unto the circuit of darkness
strangely familiar and yet unknown to the ignorant
of new foundered consequential translation

Like waves that sing individuality crashing upon
the same cliff eroded over years of dying to be
heard and eventually acknowledged but forever
denied in foolish criteria of humanity’s longing

For the devil of us all and the mystical fantasy
of the worshipping for the pretence of the foolish
when the familiarity born of repetitive behaviours
like the moths upon the fatality of false illumination

Striding forward a step is an experience of now
but then was the history and the lessons learnt
when voices acknowledged and for now known
congratulated until familiar excuses sing louder

The champion of protest immolates the heart
of the passion for the thought of human reason
unto the hopeless dynasty grouped and arranged
so much the crying of tender child is lost again

By VisionGhost ©

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......... GRAFTING OF BEAUTIFUL BUD........
(FOR PLEASURES OF EYES).. 11
Outgrowth on beauty tender stem
Consisting of a lively shortened stem...,
And immature leaves, healthy flowers,
A flower that has not yet opened, graft
Bud into another beautiful lovely plant,
Insert a bud from one plant into the bark,
Of another beautiful, attractive, plant,
In order to propagate a lovely plant
From that yet not opened lively bud.
Gardening in beauty garden,skillfully,
Ever alluring, exciting, nerves-seducing
Pleasing, impressive, for the pleasures,
Of earthly human beauty-crazy eyes,
The reproducing asexually, an outgrowth
That eventually separates to form a beautiful,
New individual, to retains the beauty ever
Pleasing and impressive qualities to look at,
The physical personal appearance, of flowers,
The only soothing, relaxing, stimulating ardour!!
The heavenly blessing to earthy love nd life?

Copyright © Dr. S. P. Nanda. "Aas"... 08-08-2015

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Releasing all the pain within
Emptiness held inside
Trapping one behind a cell
Guarded within the mind
To find a light beyond today...
Shinning between the cracks
Opening blinded eyes to see
A future beyond the past
Held within an empty thought
Of broken words unsaid
Drifting off into the nothing
Where yesterday lays dead

McZ 7/15

@mzamites

‪#‎poetry‬ ‪#‎poet‬

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Count me in!

Yeah I count them every day...
and add another one if you say...
I am a lover’s poetry ...
of that now you know...
You may add another lovely one
I say...

where in the forest of poets...
do you stay...?
Young gal your poetry is lovely really...
I am only funny...

let love flow from one to another...
why really bother...
Here 90 years old marry 19..
Is it love?

No, no but exploiting money...
no sweet kid that's not for me...
I love all for the love of lover’s
poetry only

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Almost 8 years

Poet runs with hundred poems on hand
Searches for publishing house at all ends
“My name must appear”...
From this end to allover

I can understand an anxiety
If you sink deep in poetry
It may give in some recognition
But not with enough followers and strong foundation

Almost eight years in field
I really cared for and held
With many reader followers
They responded nicely as good feeders

I didn’t look back thereafter
Many more were added as readers
I too responded with equal zeal
There was no agreement such as deal

Almost 10k poems so far
Still I starve
Right more and more daily
It gives rise to compassion really

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Your stunning shinning eyes,
Your red lips,
Your beautiful cheeks,
Your white milked teeth,
That space between yo teeth,...
Your smile.
I love everything in you,
Your beautiful,
I want to look those eyes n say it to you,I Love U.
I want to see you smile n see the joy in your heart.
I wanna c your teeth because they are so cute.
I want to see you everyday,
Coz you resemble the angles in heaven.
You are beautiful
By Alex

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Deprivation and rewards

Deprivation ...is the seed of creativity ...and appreciation... is like manure....
If you want such beauty from me
just do ensure...
the love is yours
as without ones affection
no progeny can exist
to let me survive as one
I promise

read the thoughts deep which come from within
I have no bigger kith or kin
but those who convey their inner most love to me
from broad hearts with in

so let me be the harbinger of peace
you of glory
help me bask in the sun of poetry
as more creativity
you all seed in me

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Excerpt from our book "Unleashed"

A Poets Dream

The poet sits all alone ...
on the floor
in a room
of his home
With pen and pad
Written poem
Box of writes
All he has to show
He writes of love
And pretty things
Of God above
And freedom rings
Push and shove
And dents and dings
With no one to lift him up
Alone he sings
They say his writes
Ain't that good
But his mind won't quiet
And his heart still floods
He has to write
It's in his blood
His dreams to publish
He set them down
His lips only wear
A saddened frown
Until one day
While writing in the park
A stranger asked of him
Is this seat beside you
A seat that's takin
He said no
Help yourself
And continued on
With his pen of felt
The stranger eyes
Glance for a peek
To see what was written
In blackened ink
The poet caught her
Out the corner
Of his eye
He tried to cover
Tried to hide
Stranger asks softly
May I please
Finish the read
What I read
spoke to me
Reluctant poet
With shy approval
Handed over his write
And said don't be cruel
She assured him
she would not
She took his pad
And began from the top
He watched her eyes
as they twitched
And silent reading
Of her lips
And then a teardrop
rolled down her cheek
Which followed her smile
and brought sweet relief
She threw her arms
around his neck
and squeezed him
Really tight
Stranger now
a sobbing wreck
Told the poet why
I'm sick and dying
From the cancer
I've been praying to God
For an answer
Shall I just give up
Or stand and fight
I saw the answer
In your write
I will stand
And I will fight
She walked away
New step in stride
The poet filled
With new love inside
Right then and there
He did decide
He would pursue
His dream set aside
If he could lift up
Even one more soul
He would fill he purpose
And be made whole.

© Billy Charles Root

Unleashed Now Available for $10.00 at: http://www.ctupublishinggroup.com/starving-artist-fund.html

100% of all proceeds from this book are being donated to the "Starving Artist Fund" to assist writers in becoming published authors.

Photo Credit: Royalty free photo from morguefile

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    LOVE DRUNK.

    We have been knocked down by love
    Bruised so brutally by love
    Chained in love like we've never been loved before...
    He who sets us free is a murderer
    The door is locked but our hearts are opened
    Ready to lock up this love like the locks on our door.

    Danger awaits me
    When I am not found in your warm embrace
    Chilly willy please so cool like breeze
    Oh your lips, electric shocks less!
    Never to leave you
    Never been loved like this!
    Always saying, I do!

    Happily I feel when you call my name
    In the rhythm of the blues
    Speaking softly, killing me softly with words so warm like poetry
    And now with my pen I write you down for all to read.

    Death is cursed
    But if I was to die and of judgment right now
    Let it be in the warmness of your delicate touch.
    No more games to play, the balls are in your eyes
    And it is only you I see.
    No But You, Ma Cherie!

    #GodsonOsarenrensArtandLiterature
    #GOAL #SaturdaySpecial #LoveDrunk #Love #poetry
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