POEM OF THE DAY
A Tale Of The Sea
A pathetic tale of the sea I will unfold,
Enough to make one's blood run cold;
Concerning four fishermen cast adrift in a dory.
As I've been told I'll relate the story.
T'was on the 8th April on the afternoon of that day
That the village of Louisburg was thrown into a wild state or dismay,
And the villagers flew to the beach in a state of wild uproar
And in a dory they found four men were cast ashore.
Then the villagers, in surprise assembled about the dory,
And they found that the bottom of the boat was gory;
Then their hearts were seized with sudden dread,
when they discovered that two of the men were dead.
And the two survivors were exhausted from exposure, hunger, and cold,
Which used the spectators to shudder when them they did behold;
And with hunger the poor men couldn't stand on their feet,
They felt so weakly on their legs for want of meat.
They were carried to a boarding-house without delay,
But those that were looking on were stricken with dismay,
When the remains of James and Angus McDonald were found in the boat,
Likewise three pieces or flesh in a pool or blood afloat.
Angus McDonald's right arm was missing from the elbow,
and the throat was cut in a sickening manner which filled the villagers hearts with woe,
Especially when they saw two pieces of flesh had been cut from each thigh,
'Twas then the kind-hearted villagers did murmur and sigh.
Angus McDonald must have felt the pangs of hunger before he did try
POEM OF THE DAY - MODERN POEM
I Want To Paint
I want to paint
2000 dead birds crucified on a background of night
Thoughts that lie too deep for tears
Thoughts that lie too deep for queers
Thoughts that move at 186,000 miles/second
The Entry of Christ into Liverpool in 1966
The installation of Roger McGough in the Chair of Poetry at Oxford
Francis Bacon making the President's Speech at the Royal Academy dinner
POEM OF THE DAY - MEMBER POEM
Never Rock The Boat? !
Never rock the boat? !
I completely disagree.
Indeed, I want to
Smash it into a million
Pieces! And begin
Again; start from scratch: create
New and vital forms
That will smite stale traditions,
Echo throughout the ages.
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Tussen systemen en argumenten
klemmen mensen zinloos geperverteerd
tot op hun grenzen, worden als doelloze
objecten met farce majeur beheerd
Als ieder in zijn eigen rijk wil blijven
je graag bij zijn gelijk wil inlijven
eigenwijs en nooit met open oor gehoor biedt
alleen in oog zijn eigen splinterbalkje ziet
Er zat een klein bol mereltje in mijn tuin
haar ouders hadden daar hun Casa Cara
het piepte en krijste en was vergeten
hoe het kon springen en vliegen met wollen kleren
Vroeger zocht men naarstig naar werk
en nu werkt men naarstig aan het vinden
en cre ë ren van problemen
het blijft gemier! M
Zwijgen Is …..
Wie veel zegt heeft veel te vrezen
is een woordenmoordenaar
schaatsend op een bottenpaar
minder spreekkracht de poëten
Een Uurwerk Zonder Wijzers
Begraaf de nis die leven is
en laat de as vervulling zijn
laat de jas een derde keer
nog terug het leven in
Savita Tyagi Thanks Allah Ji, Raam Raam Ji, Lord Krishna Ji
vishnu Ji, Shiv Shankar Ji, Saraswati Ji, Jesus Christ Ji
Hey Allah ji, Raam Raam ji, Lord Krishna ji
Vishnu ji, Shiv Shankar ji, Saraswati ji, Jesus Christ ji
Dhanyaawaad tumain, shukriya tumain bahut bahut ji
Tu ne diya hamain neela aasmaan, khushboo hawaa
Forest Of Dreams
I travel to this forest as if in a trance,
my journey begins here, my heart pulsates to
the mellifluous koel cooing most melodious sonata,
serenade me to a tranquil tangerine reverie.
Believe In Dreams
felt like unreal fantasy, imaginary vision!
a surreal evening...walking with you on a calm village-path!
the tall shadowy trees stopped waving their branches, all hushed!
haloed stars in neon sky kept watching us.. dazzling with hope in azure bliss,
Nature's Endless Gift
Nature... the surreal world of endless loving and giving...
the bottomless ocean, the limitless mountains,
the eternal sky, the everlasting beauty of crimson dawn,
gossamer rays of tangerine twilight.