POEM OF THE DAY
I marvel how Nature could ever find space
For so many strange contrasts in one human face:
There's thought and no thought, and there's paleness and bloom
And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom.
There's weakness, and strength both redundant and vain;
Such strength as, if ever affliction and pain
Could pierce through a temper that's soft to disease,
Would be rational peace--a philosopher's ease.
There's indifference, alike when he fails or succeeds,
And attention full ten times as much as there needs;
Pride where there's no envy, there's so much of joy;
And mildness, and spirit both forward and coy.
There's freedom, and sometimes a diffident stare
Of shame scarcely seeming to know that she's there,
There's virtue, the title it surely may claim,
Yet wants heaven knows what to be worthy the name.
This picture from nature may seem to depart,
Yet the Man would at once run away with your heart;
And I for five centuries right gladly would be
Such an odd such a kind happy creature as he.
POEM OF THE DAY - MODERN POEM
It came to me one night as I was falling asleep
that I had finished with those amorous adventures
to which I had long been a slave. Finished with love?
my heart murmured. To which I responded that many profound discoveries
awaited us, hoping, at the same time, I would not be asked
to name them. For I could not name them. But the belief that they existed—
surely this counted for something?
The next night brought the same thought,
this time concerning poetry, and in the nights that followed
POEM OF THE DAY - MEMBER POEM
No Visual Flourish
Due to past abuses,
He is sometimes unable to properly respond to immediate demands
Oh, the pressure,
This life and its series of different faces
Mentally, he's always in analysis
Occasionally losing all breadth & depth,
As well as breath
Speechless in his turmoil,
Expressionless with his expression
No visual flourish,
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Ephemerality And Eternity!
Flowers wilt, Fruits decay, Animals and Humans die alike
Neither beauty nor Life is Eternal, Life is fragile, Ephemeral
None lasts forever, Everyone dies eventually, rich and poor alike
Fate beholds Love, By Divine Grace, the Tree of Life grows eternal.
Luck, Fate And Destiny
What are the luck, fate, good fortune and destiny?
Are these a realities or mere flight of imagination?
Everyone success depends on thought and action
Rather on their fate, luck destiny or good fortune in life
- oh, here you are!
- but I am not asking anything and you are giving so many answers.
Of course, it is different whether I am related to them or not, and if yes, how depth!
Scales Of Problems
See, scales of problems in life,
And not a single issue here
Can be easily resolved.
GHOST, WITH A PINCH OF SALT!
at an eerie cemetery,
a tourist, feeling jittery,
asked her guide: ' are there any ghosts?
And ask not.
The Core Of All Being.
To watch the wind, through the trees.
The dance, of the leaves. And the willows
that bow, so majestically now. With such a
feeling in the air, of Gods Spirit there. A
Truth is bitter.
Many times it appears
Disgusting and frustrating!