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Poem Details | by Maria Williams |
Categories: desire, hope, love,

Pandora's Temptation

For the third time Pandora stands before the box Inlaid with jewels ivory and gold In her hand is the key – she closely examines Intrigued by its intricate patterns - so ancient- so old Her Creator’s mandate she has obeyed She won the love of Epimetheus and at her bidding Never to open their wedding box - he had never been tempted Her devoted lover despite brother Prometheus forbidding Her every wish - her husband’s command But Zeus’s words her obligation till today 'Ouchi to koityon anoiksis’ However wedding presents need to be opened Insatiable curiosity leading her to disobey She is aware the brothers had so angered Zeus When Heaven’s hearth fire they defiantly stole That was denied to mankind to teach them a lesson But she is unaware of the Gods plan and her critical role Like witches a brew they must concoct A female clay form fused to conception Zeus and the Gods hatched a heartless plan A woman will be part of their cunning deception The breath of life is bestowed by Athena From Aphrodite comes insatiability and beauty Music from Apollo - Speech by Hermes Bringing brothers to justice was her God given duty They named her Pandora - ‘The Bearer of Gifts’ Then present her they did to the brothers two Epimetheus captivated, enchanted when eyes first met Eager was he to plunge into the sweet sensual brew Brother Prometheus ever overly cautious Suspicious of this beautiful apparition Too late is his warning when Cupid appears Swift arrow finds its target without hesitation Pandora and Epimetheus are happily wed The plot that relies on mans greed starts to seed But in his zeal to punish - Zeus overlooked Love’s Power True Love will overcome a mere mortal’s greed FROM LIGHT TO DARKNESS - FROM DARKNESS TO LIGHT ‘This priceless box must contain vast treasures The gold inlay alone must be worth a fortune’ Curiosity overcomes the fear of disobedience Then winds enter to blow away all caution Lifting the lid gently, Pandora closes her eyes Then opens them slowly prepared to be amazed Her looks of expectancy soon turns to horror There are things in there that make her afraid Out of the box pour moth like creatures Stinging her till she falls to the floor Pandora’s Box has unleashed to the world Poverty, Misery, Disease and opened Death’s door Epimetheus in his love rushes to her aid Slamming the lid, but alas it is too late They sting him as well and as they lie together In the throes of death - her action sealed Mans Fate Softly so softly the flapping of wings A little voice imploring for its release On opening the box emerges a dragonfly of beauty Exuding such feelings of calmness and peace She alights on them, she breathes air like kisses, Curing their afflicted wounds and their sorrow Releasing them from Death’s Dark Wishes To make amends for a new tomorrow In this precise moment Pandora knows her name A changer of circumstances presenting new scope She is the Emotion found between Despair and Love She is Elpis - She is Expectation - She IS HOPE
Acknowledgement: My heartfelt thanks to my dear friend Demetrios Trifiatis for your translation of - ‘Do not open the Box’ into ancient Greek ‘Ouchi to koityon anoiksis’. Demetrios is a well known, long term contributor to Poetry Soup and his poems and daily inspirations are a source of encouragement to all. While the music is not music from the Pandora Opera, we felt that more dramatic music was needed to suit the story. O Fortuna –Carmina Burana by Carl Orff, seemed to fit the bill admirably.


Poem Details | by Maria Williams |
Categories: dark, desire, love, lust,

Decadent Proposal

She senses before she sees The manicured nails - the elegant fingers Holding out the hundred dollar bills - enticingly - so temptingly A generous nights takings of busking here In one proffered hand She grabs at it petrified it might be an illusion Evaporating in a puff of smoke Fingers hold it back, teasingly Compelling eye contact She looks up sceptically Dark eyes meet her aqua blues, sparking a sort of affinity ‘Eyes are the window of one’s soul’- so it is said in all sincerity But the magnetic dark eyes of her enticer are fathomless in their intensity His type she has encountered before - money for favours Well she is no novice - a living after all - a girl has to make And his generous offer rivals his devilish good looks But she senses a darkness favouring the energy emanating A cold shiver runs through her veins like someone just walked on her grave Fear ripples down her spine akin to a stroking finger chilled in ice The spell he casts foreboding The calmness of the night has taken flight In its haste to set the macabre scene Mesmerising are the eyes that bore into hers Projected thoughts furtively slip into her mind Infiltrating it like a slithery snake Bringing with it forbidden thoughts of desire She falls into the inky black abyss Succumbing to heady dark passionate conceptualization However the chilling message is coherent This is not a mere opportunistic one night stand That he desires This is more - so much more This is taboo concupiscence unleashed This is her life in exchange for what? Her life for immortality? Surely not! Yet his eyes eloquently convey it all The hunger so unconcealed - so transparently flagrant To yield to darkness Satisfying his appetite for Death of a different nature? Obliteration of life as she knows it to be Tenebrous Immortality in exchange for her blood A prelude to his finale of taking her soul And then a metamorphosis From Prey to Predator
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Poem Details | by Donna Loughman |
Categories: abortion, bereavement, courage, emotions, sad love,

The Withdrawing Room

Unrhymed tercets

The Withdrawing Room

Huddled together in this abstemious grey chamber
no windows or means of escape walls closing in
trapped where the un-sanctified transactions are made 


Daunting without exit the silent screams go unheard 
ashen skin with darting eyes never looking up
forever too frightened of seeing the truth reflected back 

In the unholy grail in visions of comrades within this un-sacred act of ransom 
the collective voice of the masked chorus urging them on wards 
then the integrated tragedy of hidden fears and secrets

A living sacrifice under this bargain where no one wins or gains
without boundaries of mortal limits there exists in this gunmetal airless demise 
unfettered woefulness and vainglory vie for victory 

The innocent victim's now the pawn's forgotten as pride twists obscurities 
severing the umbilical cord drowning breaths of existence
the sterile smell of unfinished lives permeating into the coal and ice


Tiny little footprints always remain's inside the womb's silenced facts 
the living water of life breaks no longer flows through the natural cord
leaving a chorus of continuous phantom's chanting in mendacious unity  

Opening the door of perdition where the tactical glare of a butchers knife 
held under a ghostly specter of a child that might have been treasured 
a face imagined but never seen and names never uttered 

A tortured remembrance of a pardon held precious beauty once
soon the vapour of shame burns off in an emptiness that still remains
glazes over a ruby rare passion 

Where fear & the constant loathing cannot fathom the uncertainties 
this future brings forth in the immenseness of what might have been 
not touching the soul properly 

The unborn yet to speak?
silenced unadorned gone forever jewel's 
always held within prayers of the faithful loving grace


a co written piece by Liam Mcdaid & Donna Loughman


Poem Details | by randy johnson |
Categories: angst, loss, love, woman, me,

I kissed another girl

(This is a fictional poem)

When I kissed another girl, word got back to you.
You slapped my face and told me that we're through.
Most kisses taste pretty sweet but that kiss was tart.
Now I'm all alone nursing a broken heart.
Kissing that girl was foolish and it was a mistake.
But I'll make it up to you no matter how long it takes.
I can't go on if our love is at an end.
If you'll take me back, I'll never look at another woman again.
You're the only woman who I want to be with.
So I'm on my knees begging you to forgive.


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: lost love, sad,

SILVER LINING

?The day my Silver lining vanished away?

I was traumatized, 
After walking through the bedroom door.


No movement, or sign,
Not one single breath left behind, 
the canvas has been painted black.
Not a single image on the wall, 
I took one last gasp----- of nothing,
No hint of musk in the air,
Silently, I stare, to the unknown 
The positive aspect, gone,
My unseen benefit is missing,
The absent suitcase,
The only clue!
The burglar took it all, 
the garbage stood alone.
This is not my home


Chaotic, disconcerted
After walking through the bedroom door.

by; PD


Poem Details | by Linda-Marie SweetHeart |
Categories: love, heart, sweet, dream, dream, heart, love, me, sweet,

Awake Sweet Stolen Dream

       "Awake Sweet Stolen Dream"



I wandered outside my conscious element of thought
drifting into wonderlust of dreamland sequences like photographs
as I inhaled fragrant winds gliding upon gossamer wings
of lace and satin, streaming through pink cotton candy clouds.

I touched a rainbow traveling warp speed to rendezvous
with my lover, who appeared at my sheer will's emotion
for I had cast a magic spell upon his heart with hypnotic trance
he, helpless, had no recourse but to obey my dreamy wishes.

I tantalized my lovers' soul with happy innuendo as my muse
in dreams, love escalates to ultimate desire without penalty
then, suddenly, a rival resonated her displeasure of my game
fury of the White Witch chased me with her fiery wand, to mame.

my delicate dream evolved into nightmarish tone of fearfulness
as she drew closer, I realized consequences to treat love frivolously
so blatantlyas my tender tears urged my mind desperately to
awake from sweet stolen dream whose horror left me breathless.

in panic state secreting droplets of perspiration on flesh and bone
I released my fair silky skin from black lace negligee' trying
to open sleepy eyes of green stinging from tears of sorrow
peering across the bed, your warmth still lying there to caress.

that night I made a vow to cherish love so good and true
for dreams are predictors; omens of future events to come
waking to reality I treasure the beauty of love, not as a toy
to trifle with, as love will banish nightmares from realm of dreams.

as I awake from my sweet stolen dream of  wanton folly
my heart is renewed in spirit with a softer side to dwell
among Angels rather than the evil dark side of manipulation
I now know Heaven is realand so is Hell.


*For Leonora's Waking Up Contest.
*Nov14, 2012


Poem Details | by Debbie Duncan |
Categories: bereavement, death, love,

Belladonna

As I draw my last breath
I kiss her lips and wait.

I watch the carnival of lost souls.
Watch them all in their caravan.

On my weak body, I lay her hand.
How we laughed and played thru 
the meadows of our heaven.

Though I have faith in the night.
My tear filled skin is soaked to the bone.

Love should not be if it feels like this.
I should let the devil dance upon my grave.

"If it is true I never see you in the light of day again.
I shall be lost to the darkness forever more.

Belladonna, my love,  do not leave me now.
I cannot bare to lose you this day.

There would be no life in this body.
If I did not have your love and kindness
bestowed upon me 





9/ 6/ 2013  Fri     listening to gothic music 

Belladonna is Latin for “beautiful lady”.


Poem Details | by Therese Bacha |
Categories: goodbye, heartbroken, i love you,

Hollow Circumstances

I want to howl, run and flee, 
not to watch what I don't see.
I want to rise, run and flee
 not have to watch what's in the sea.
Tonight, I am like a seed unplanted,
 blown by the wind.

I pray not to remember 
that day in December,
 when the grass was green
and I fell in love with you.
I wish to forget when my life
 felt so soothing with you, 
when we met under the sparkling moon, 
that unique night in December.

I crave to forget how your eyes 
used to close, whenever you kissed me,
 forget the way your heart beat,
 whenever you whispered in my ear,
how much you loved me.
Forget how you used to rest 
your head on my shoulder,
tell me words I wanted to hear,
 forget it was only you 
who could make me sigh.

Help me forgetIt was only you 
who could illuminate
my darkness,
 it was you who could thrill 
my heart with love.
I have to forgetIt was only you,
who could sway me to understand  
how to grant my reverie 
become real.

Let me forget how each night at twilight 
 we would pray for the evening, 
to be just the two of us, 
dream of the days send 
just to be together.
Forget how our sweet souls
would reach the sky, touch each other
until we could no more endure,
but make love.

Help me forget how my dreams 
started to develop a sweet sensation,
than previous ones, after I laid eyes on you,
that day in December.
Forget how dancing with you
was almost charged with electricity
whenever we touched.

Let me forget, how you appeared 
that day in December like an illusion, 
when the light went on.
Suddenly, my life was shining,
nothing was normal when I knew
 you were the one and only,
forty five years ago.

Tonight, we became separated shadows.
Tomorrow, will become hollow circumstances.
You left me sinking in my tears.


                            Therese Bacha
                             March 15 2014


Poem Details | by Maria Williams |
Categories: betrayal, desire, emotions, evil, love, romance,

Sound of Silence - Lady Hawke - with Darren White

Synopsis
The lovely Lady Isabeau and her lover, medieval French Knight Etienne escape to flee the lustful advances of wicked Bishop of Aquila causing them to run afoul of himThe evil-bishop places them under a curse preventing the lovers being together in their mortal form except in the fleeting moments of twilight and again at dawnAt dusk, she transforms from hawk back to woman but alas he changes into a wolfAt first light of dawn she transmutes back to hawk as he reverts to his mortal knightly formThrough the daylight hours, she sadly rides untethered on his arm In - The Sound - Of Silence.
                 
                 Yesterday’s love with evocative thoughts 
                 She watches for change in horizons light
                 Her coal black eyes and hawk like stare
                 Peers anxiously for her loved ones sight

                 Her clarion call as he comes in view
                 In mortal form he does appear
                 Her amplified thoughts for avian release
                 To grasp what little time - for fear
                 The darkness that will steal from them
                 Time so precious they hold so dear

                                                         'So vague I know her yet so well
                                                         The sight of her makes my heart sing
                                                         I wish to hold her I wish to tell
                                                         Her all the love that I will bring'

                A fleeting state of obscurity
                Is twilight time between Sun and Moon
                A cursory moment for Loves Embrace
                As darkening sky arrives too soon

                She must flee her lover’s jaws
                As mortal state is cast aside
                And primal instinct takes predatory form
                To darkened woods she runs to hide

                                                         'I growl, I run, I chase her, need
                                                         To catch her, capture, not let go 
                                                         My teeth, my claws, I need to feed
                                                         But who am I, what changed me so'

                In dawn’s first rays comes transformation
                Mortal to Hawk she must keep this alliance
                Then swoop to her loves outstretched arm
                To travel by day in the Sound of Silence

                 And thus they live a Jealous one’s Curse
                 Denied the love that was once so pure
                 Bestowed by a man from Hells own gates
                 In vain her love he tried to procure

                                                      'Je suis Etienne - I am Etienne
                                                      Remember me here - in this cage
                                                      Don’t hurt her or kill her, I’m a man
                                                      A wolf I hurt, inside I rage'

                   So Evil does what Evil wilt
                   Her love for this bishop will never be
                   He portrays a picture of what he’s not
                   From his evil curse they must break free          

'Etienne mon amour - I know thee well 
In my malaise, I fall, I cry
Je t'aime for a moment more
With broken heart - I change - I fly'

                    Unwavering credence in good endures
                    Shackled even in their depths of sorrow
                    Questing release from their dastardly doom
                    Yearning the twilight hour - tomorrow

                                                         'Isabeau mon amour, we will survive
                                                         This evil curse will not prevail
                                                         On wings of love we’ll soar so high 
                                                         Je t'aime we won they failed'

Acknowledgement:
To my good friend Darren White for collaborating with me on this melancholy story
My deepest appreciation to the master of languages for adding a romantic French touch.

Footnote
Critical on transformation to mortal, unprotected and naked she speeds away on Etienne’s horse to escape the slashing jaws of the wolf A cowardly plot undoubtedly designed by the evil bishop to meet her end, in her avian form or as a mortal, at the predatory jaws of her star crossed lover.

A solution to their quandary may manifest in the person of an escaped thief who serendipitously befriends Etienne - But that’s another story…

Lady Isabeau’s voice can be envisaged in the plaintive, haunting strains of the lead ViolinThe resonant tone of the Wolf, Etienne, can almost be heard in the rich sonorous timber of the bass Cello - brought to us by - THE MUSES rendition of - Sound of Silence 

Copyright © Maria Williams & Darren White | 19 June 2017


Poem Details | by Aiyah Torres |
Categories: absence, allegory, angel, cry, dedication, love, song,

I Sing You A love Song

I sing a love you song for you ,my dear.
While close my eyes I think of your face.
Let the words slip in my lips 'til you hear.
The memories of true love can't erase.

I sing you a love song 'til the sun meets the moon.
Under the meteor rain showers in  the sky.
I let the wind blow so strong and carry these sounds.
'Til you hear my heart cries in the night.

I sing you a love song 'til the flowers bloom again.
Let the bees sting  its nectar and be filled.
And wait for the sunrise to finish the dreams.
To wake up in your arms like 'twas yesterday.

I sing a love song..hope you'll hear it.
Then let me feel that this voice is being heard.
'Cos I'm dying every moment when I'm awake.
Knowing that you can never  feel this pain.


Poem Details | by Yanny Widjanarko |
Categories: goodbye, love, music, nostalgia, words, song, me, sky, song, new year,

My Sweet Past Tone

Once you filled the room which hollow for a moment
Couples of days before new year eve we indirectly met
Hilarious to remember how we know and admire each other that day
Without knowing it won't last forever

One song..One song keep chanting me back to the memory of you
The song of blue sky collapse
Year goes by, first, second and more
Each of my story buried you without trace

Until today you seek me through the mailbox
Simple words as "happy birthday" and more words as "still think about you"
Surprised, touched, even mine still one more day to go
You missed the day, but you caught my yearn

Thousands words would I type to reply
But the fact my hands stoned
I missed you even more, sealed beyond these words
But don't know how to say nor expressed it through the blank page

Once you filled this hollow room
Once I ever loved you
But I found my better way..better life...
And decide not to look back

January 7, 2013
Dedicated to the person who ever dwell within the past of my sweet memory...

Author's Note:
If you want this poem to be perfect to be read, I suggest you to open this link; https://soundcloud.com/adhitiasofyan/blue-sky-collapse 
"Blue Sky Collapse - Adhitia Sofyan" and hear it along while you read this poem, this is my favorite song and I drown already :)


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: love, me, me, mirror, boy,

The Boy

~THE  BOY~        

I can not see the boy..
I can not feel the boy..
The boy who stands in front of me..
I want to open his eyes!
"HE'S ALL ALONE!"
"HE'S ALL ALONE!"
I see pass his lies!
Surrounded by the stupidity of everyone..
Indulged by the sea ~ Of only me
He sees no waves ~ He feels no waves

This boy can not see me..
This boy can not feel me..
This boy who holds me in his arms..
Screams are hidden in the corners of my mind..
I do not wants to be seen..
He does not want to be felt..
Sadly I found him ~ and he found me
I use to refused at every opportune moment
Slightly in one fall
He fell ~ I fell
In front, is all i'm left to say..
The mirror he blocked
The mirror I blocked
We both look in ~
The vision ~ only goes one way
With my broken heart
With his broken smile
We gazes at the world around,
and realizes it has no eyes..
Selfish pride ~ Selfish needs
Life has been broken
"SO MANY TIMES!"
"SO MANY TIMES!"
He chooses not to care
I choose not to see
Some where in there I loath love,
and still he took me and shook me..
He made me see ~

But still  I choose not to see
I will never win!
That boy  took me by surprise,
and yet he's the one that opened my eye's
INSTEAD!

by; p.d.


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: absence, life, love, mom, mother daughter,

MAMA, MY ONLY MAMA

               Mama, I saw you in my dreams.
                  Your face lit up as I see you...

               I remember how you protect me..
       I remember how you tuck me as i want to sleep..
         I remember how you hold me when i'm sick..
         I remember how you smiled when i succeed..
            And how you cry each time I'm broken...

                         Mama, I miss you...
                  I don't say, i love you much...
                    But I put it in many ways...
                    I want you be proud of me...
                 I want you not be scared of me...

          Trust me, I can manage & pass any storm.
                      Trust me, I'll not give up..
                 Trust me, I am no child no more
Trust me, I'm putting into actions what you want me to be...

              Mama, I wish we shared more hugs...
                   I wish we had more strolls...
                   I wish we sang more songs..
                  I wish we do gardening again..
            I wish, I'll make your pastries again...

                       Mama, my only mama
                   I love you in thousand ways..
             Carrying me nine months carefully...
                      Please on your birthday..
                         Be happy and merry...

                      I am your second daughter..
           Who have been loving you better and better...

by
olive_eloi
07/27/2013
12:25 pm

note: this poem is made and inspired by my mama, for whom have always been with me all the time and who have never stopped loving me.thank you ma...

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Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: confusion, death, lost love, heart, heart, me,

I Smote Thy Heart- Richard Pickett

" I Smote Thy Heart" 

by~ Richard Pickett

Upon the morrow, I shall take aim
with this slender feathered shaft at the heart of thee,
it shall pierce thee in the coldest of mannersThou shalt
know from whence it cameFrom my sorrow, said sorrow
left upon me by the daggers of thy withered soul.
Beguiled by thy mask of innocence,that thee wore
as brilliantly as the Barrister, pleading before the magistrate.
Thou shalt plead mercy of passion, I once possessed only for thee,
that I remove the bolt from thy heartYet..I shall smite thee,till
thy blood runs as cold as the stone upon whence thy lie


by~ Poet Destroyer

Strike on whom my ears deceive,
your sadness pierce ye 3 times therefore.
Straight liketh dagger of dragon teeth under thy heart.
A grace alone thou sprouted in remoteness ways
If it ware not thy heart, ye fancy, into thy face
I have besidis all thy pain 
No thing to want if it ware not Mad 
Hold on to all things even as ye see, in every angle.
Nothing doth matter; thy aim shall endeth all sorrow
I have founded but makis me happiest thou ever was, 
Thou shall not beggeth, taketh the dagger
Now thou its to late, smote thee very slowly
Thee hath my heart in deep shallow waters  ; 
Bloody lips do what ye list and dredge thee not
Smote thy heart, I care not,
Love whom ye forget, my sweet innocence.
Wherefore I pray mercy or shall not.
But love whom ye fear no God,
Do what must, 
My tears shed thousands of grains of sand.
Morrow, will soon cometh, shall I hold
as you taketh away, from your
~ Femme' Fatal ~

A collaboration with * Richard Pickett


Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: blessing, jesus, love, religious, spiritual,

Enter the Red Room


Let's take a step back in time,
step into the golden temple of God
that Solomon built
There shining on a hill
stood the beautiful sanctuary of God,
casting forth resplendent rays of golden light
Let's walk through the outer court
to the inner court
Up to the holy doors
leading into the corridor
Then we approach the largest space,
where the congregation will gather soon
We open the palm tree carved doors,
and enter the red room
But when we walk in, to your surprise,
the room isn't what it appears to be..
It's golden all around
The beautifully carved red cedar wood
is overlaid with gold
The body of the red room has golden skin
Now everyone is gathering, coming in
Come one, come all
into the glorious red room
We be those covered by the blood of Jesus Christ,
the red room covers everyone within..
covers everyone's sins,
as the worshiping begins
Prayers and songs of praise is our offering
to God in the holy red room 
As we leave the red room ---
rich red cedar wood covered in gold,
we see how God has promised to one day deliver to us
the blessings of His Son manifold


Poem Details | by Ravindra K Kapoor |
Categories: life, love, musicbeautiful, lost, beauty, voice, heaven, beautiful, beauty, boat, day, earth, heaven, lost, love, river, voice,

The Boatmans Song 1/ Many

1/ To be continued in many parts

It was a different era and it’s a different story
Of a boatman and his enchanting melodies 
An Apsara* falling in love with that boatman 
But the boatman having a different love story  

The boatman used to carry simple villagers 
From one bank of the river, to its other bank everyday
While moving his boat on the river  
He used to sing those heart touching stories 

His voice in itself was a melody 
Bestowed on him by the Goddess Saraswati*
And his love songs were the songs of true love stories
Sung by the boatman, in full throated ease and beauty
While oaring his boat in the river side stream
Flowing between a Jungle, on one bank side of the river
And long sand dunes spreading  
All over the other non ending side of the river Ganges

Charmed by boatman’s voice and songs
And charmed by the beauty of the enchanting Jungles* 
Spread all along the one side bank of the calmly flowing river Ganges
His passengers used to get lost in the melodies of his songs
So long as his boat was moving from the sand bank of the river stream 
To its Jungle end every time the boatman carries some passengers

One day the echoes of his melodies crossed 
The airy levels of earth and started flowing
Like a soothing cool breeze, even in heaven
And charmed all the heavenly bodies in the court of Indra*
He listened them almost spellbound and became enchanted 
By the echoes of those unheard melodies of the boatman

Urveshi* who was a crown beauty among the Apsaras* of Indra* 
And was much more than, beautiful and charming
Among all the Apsaras of heaven, found her lost in hearing
The echoes of those love songs sung by the boatman 

Urvasi found one day after hearing those echoes 
That she was in love with them and became restless 
To hear the real songs of the boatman, while sitting before him
In his boat in the river Ganges on earth 

Urveshi asked the Lord of Heaven Indra*
If she can go to earth to hear the songs of the boatman
As the echoes of his songs had made her restless beyond imagination
She found that even she can not enjoy the heavenly pleasures
Till she quenches her thirst of listening the melodies 
Of that boatman, he was singing on earth


Ravindra
	
Kanpur India 4th January 2010

* Apsara=   A Nymph dancer of heaven in the court of Indra as per Hindu Mythology 
* Indra=   The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi=   One of the most beautiful Apsaras (nymph) of Indra 
* Saraswati = Goddess of knowledge, music & arts as per Hindu mythology
* Jungle =  Forest


Poem Details | by cory long |
Categories: faith, children, love, god, day, faith, god, hope,

Hope

My hope for you on this day Is that you walk in your fathers grace. That you follow and not lead That you understand the lessons God has to share That you hold his words of wisdom close to your hearts To not believe the misconceptions this life leaves. Never stop searching for the truth Seek out the understanding of his unconditional love Walk the journey he has paved for you. Always know that when you’re in trouble and need a hand to hold He will never leave you alone When you want to give up And the world has turned dark and grey All you have to do is stop and pray Pray to wash the sins away Pray to show your love for him Pray anytime and anywhere. He hears all your prayers. He sees all your tears He will forgive you for all your sins Some things you may never understand but know that god has a plan. My hope for you on this day is to never lose faith in the unseen To challenge yourselves in all you do Stand your ground and be proud of who you are. You are a child of God My hope for you on this day Is to accept your mistakes as a lesson instead of a failure To hold great pride in all your accomplishments achieved Always remember no dream is too big, No obstacle is too great, Anything is possible if you believe With faith in your soul, Love in your heart You will become anyone you want


Poem Details | by João Camilo |
Categories: allegory, forgiveness, love, girl, heart, rose, girl, heart, love, me, rose, truth,

A girl, a boy, a rose

Act I
 
EveningA boy offer to a girl in a balcony a white rose.
 
 
Flower among wild flowers, white flower, white rose,
Come now to the balcony and stretch your hand fair.
I shall boon you with a flower worth to be your pair:
Flower among wild flowers, white flower, white rose,
 
If my name do not cause you shame or a light blush,
Then give it to the four winds and offer me a trade:
Your name so I can follow the open road ahead
In the woods of ancient trees and newborn lush.
 
I climb to you under the crimson lover’s moon
And leave after in your lips I see a new bloom.
 
Even for the sun, it is hard to go in a maiden’s room,
The window’s glass does not mean to halt his strike,
Both heat and love can be gentle and scorching alike:
Even for the sun, it is hard to go in a maiden’s room.
 
Without a key, even the wind will remain outside,
A key with gold and silver blending also so rare
That truth and beauty merge with the same share.
Is it true? I will keep my purity and forfeit my pride.
 
Oh, give me a full moon night to dream and return
With another boon to make my face and heart burn.
 
Act II
 
The girl goes to the backyard of her house where we see a rose tree.
 
Oh, my heart wakes with such sweet melody.
I wonder if angels are dancing while hearing.
How is it possible? My heart is under custody
of three small words, my eyes are now tearing:
what do I see in the three of my youth days?
 
A rose is gone? And the same rose that I hold?
Now a sharpening grasp on my heart I can feel,
Why the truth was hidden, why didn’t he told
He came to steal? Better if he also tried to steal  
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days?
 
Act III
 
Before the balconyIt is morningThe boy is aloneWith another rose.
 
The girl came with a hand on her bosom,
Carrying white roses on an osier basket.
“here” ,she said and then a white cascade
Appeared and covered the young lad,
“do not stand still, why just one blossom?
Better to love as many as you can get,
Make all flowers, all white roses be mine,
And my heart will be your love’s shrine.
 
The boy danced under the white rain:
“Tomorrow”, he said, “I will steal again” 


Poem Details | by cory long |
Categories: brother, health, recovery from..., father, me, drink, father, life, love, me,

Battling Addiction

I was all excited when I heard you were on.
I sent you positive things to decorate your wall.
I gave you pictures to remember the loved ones lost.
We have chatted and started to catch up 

 You told me something that broke my heart.
I can’t believe you are willing to go back.
What do you miss about the place?
The waking up and going to bed in a cage?
Walking the same corridors wearing the same thing as everyone else?
Being alone while your thoughts beat your mind up day and night?
Having no way to call to say hi?

Your decisions run your life here is your turn to decide.
Chose wisely from here on out.
Say no to the games the devil plays.
Remember the devil took 5 long years away.

Believe in your father and defend his name.
He will forgive you for all your sins
He will show you a love you’ve never known.
He can open doors for you to walk through
He can open windows for your spirit to fly through at night.
He will send angels to guard your dreams from the demons you fight.

I have learned a lot since you have been gone.
I was at a fork in my life where I needed peace of mind.
I turned to my father in the sky for guidance to get by.

He sent an angel to guide my way
Someone to help build up my confidence and trust
My foundation is firm and my faith is strong; my spirit grows with a deeper love.
I see things others don’t see.
I understand things others long to know.
I am one with my world
I am a child of god’s love this I know.

I will never need or want again.
My lord has already accepted my hand.
He will provide when he feels fit
And hears every one of my prayers I say.

I understand you only know pain.
But don’t you get sick of the struggling?
The way you battle yourself inside?
 I know it ate me up at night.

So do me a favor before you have that drink?
Remember all the promises you have made.

Go out and help someone in need
everyone needs help back to their feet.
I will be here to listen to you,
I will be here to help you through.
But I can’t make the decision for you.
It is you choice so decide.

What means more a drink or goodbye?
You have one chance left please choose right
or off to jail you go for the rest of your life…

I LOVE YOU!!! Don’t drink please 


2-19-2013


Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: feelings, friend, friendship, longing, love, sister,

Gazelle


I loved you
from the first moment I saw you
running on the playground grass
Michelle
I raced over and grabbed your hand,
when I saw you had tripped and fell
Then you looked up and smiled at me
And to this day, I swear,
at that very moment, I heard the school bell ring
And to this very day, you just don't know
how much joy hearing your laughter bring
When I helped you up,
you kissed me on the cheek,
and ran away so fast
Graceful and elusive
like a gazelle
You always ran so fast,
none of the other boys could beat you
You always left us panting, out of gas
But my heart never stopped chasing after you
I remember the first time you invited me to your house,
you didn't warn me that you had a twin sister too
Isabelle and Michelle
As soon as the door opened I kissed her,
when I thought I was kissing you
You and your sister laughed so hard
I later learned that was her favorite prank
And over time, I could tell who was who
I could tell, as your laughter trailed away
when you ran, when your feet flew
Michelle,
graceful and elusive
like a gazelle
I think deep down, you always knew how I felt about you
But you always played it off,
said that's what best friends say, that's what best friends do
Quickly changing the subject, you would run away so fast,
and I would say to myself:
Maybe one day.who knows
Only time will tell
Maybe tomorrow, I will catch her heart,
as I toss my love down a wishing well
How does a shy, and slow-to-date
young boy catch a gazelle
When you became grown and moved away,
I was so sad
When I heard you had made a good life for yourself,
I was so glad
When I heard you were gonna get married,
I felt so bad
When I heard how he had jilted you,
I was so mad
Michelle,
graceful and elusive
like a gazelle
You finally stopped running from me
when you realized how I cared so much
But I have to thank my other best friend
for always letting me know about you by staying in touch
Isabelle
She's the one who always picked up my broken heart,
every time I chased after you and fell
She's the one who made my lovesick heart mend well
She's the one who told you
on the first day I met her,
I'm in love with him, but don't tell
Isabelle,
she finally caught my heart with those
loving, large and lustrous eyes of a gazelle


Poem Details | by janetta harrington |
Categories: hope, introspection, life, love, nostalgia,

Better (by kimmy holmes my daughter)

i
am so special
i
won't suck you dry
i 
need to be someone
I
have such anger
i
am a stranger
to myself, myself

I promise to me
to let myself be free
I WILL do better

I WILL forget
the things said
be better, no regret

I will be better 
than you
I already am
Damn...


Poem Details | by Leah Werner |
Categories: inspirational, introspection, life, love, mystery, on writing and words, passion, romance

Decoy

Words are just a decoy
An excuse to dance around the truth
Underestimated silence
Proves language is uncouth

Your gut will always tell you
What your heart tries to ignore
Most try their best to silence it
Stirring an internal war

Why deny yourself of happiness?
Why pretend logic is correct?
Why hide behind a curtain?
Why pretend our hearts select?

Ignorance is truly bliss
Too bad that's not our case
Lets take a risk and show our courage
Let our souls meet face to face.



Poem Details | by Ravindra K Kapoor |
Categories: life, love, musicdance, heart, song, longing, heaven, dance, earth, heart, heaven, song,

The Boatmans Song 2

The Boatman’s Song        2/ Many

Urvashi’s heart was aching to hear and to see the elegance  
Of the boatman, while he sing those melodies on earth 
A great longing started sprouting in her bosom  
To visit the earth and to listen those heart touching songs 
Which like a powerful magnet were pulling her towards earth
Where flows the Ganges and lives her unseen love 

To control her ever increasing desire of hearing those songs 
And to see that unique boatman, who lives on earth 
Urveshi tried to engage her more and more 
In the courtly dances and engagements for Indra
But the more she wanted to escape, more she became enchanted
By the echoes of boatman’s songs 
Which were tearing her heart and 
Making her mind almost intoxicated,  
By the melodies of those heavenly songs

The pleasures and comforts of heaven began to pinch her 
Like the piercing thorns 
Even the dance and music, which were her pride and passion
Became dull and charm less in the wake of those songs
For which she was hailed 
As the best among all the Apsaras in the entire universe  

Heaven seems to bring no joy and rejoicing for her any more
Her dancing steps, which were the symbols of perfection and beauty
Even started betraying her 
As her own heart was no longer in her possession any more
And she found that her mind and heart
Were swept away by that unseen boatman
Sailing his boat somewhere on earth

Apsara Urveshi after finishing her dance that day 
Told the God of heaven, Indra
That she perhaps can no longer perform any dance
Owing to agonies of her heart and restlessness of her mind
And her legs were not in tune with her mind to perform
A flawless dance and song by which she had captured the 
Hearts of all Gods and Goddess, what to say of humans on earth

She thought and thought and found that she can only normalize
If she can hear the songs of the boatman 
Singing in full throated ease on earth 
The echo’s of which were hovering in her mind like clouds
And twisting her heart to see that singer sublime


Ravindra 

Kanpur India 5th January 2010 
* Apsara   =   A Nymph dancer of heaven in the court of Indra as per Hindu Mythology 
* Indra      =   The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi  =   One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Saraswati = Goddess of knowledge, music & arts
* Jungle      =  Forest


Poem Details | by Frank F. Atanacio |
Categories: family, lost love, mother

Cold, Clinical, Professional

After he was shot,
the doctor told her he would die,
he let her cry,
deep, heaving moans,
heart-wrenching groans,
pain that carried fear
beyond the realm of sorrow,
her son was certain to die by tomorrow,
the doctor hated himself during times like these,
she lost it as she fell to her knees,
cold, clinical, professional,
all went out the door,
the mother cradled like an infant on the floor,
nothing else he could say,
it was such a dark day,
but he didn’t turn away,
he was struck deeply by her pain,
her terror, her strain,
he couldn’t be cold, clinical, professional,
because times like this leaves an emotional stain.


Poem Details | by cory long |
Categories: recovery from..., father, me, father, life, love, me,

We will get by

I was all excited when I heard you were on.
I sent you positive things to decorate your wall
I gave you pictures to remember the loved ones lost.
We have chatted and started to catch up

You told me something that broke my heart
I can’t believe you are willing to go back
What do you miss about the place?
The waking up and going to bed in a cage? 
Walking the same corridors wearing the same thing as everyone else?
Being alone while your thoughts beat your mind up day and night?
Having no way to call to say hi?

Your decisions run your life here is your turn to decide
Chose wisely from here on out.
Say no to the games the devil plays
Remember the devil took 5 long years away.

Believe in your father and defend his name.
He will forgive you for all your sins 
He will show you a love you’ve never known
He can open doors for you to walk through
He can open windows for your spirit to fly through at night.
He will send angels to guard your dreams from the demons you fight.

I have learned a lot since you have been gone
I was at a fork in my life where I needed peace of mind.
I turned to my father in the sky for guidance to get by

He sent an angel to guide my way 
Someone to help build up my confidence and trust 
My foundation is firm my faith is strong; my spirit grows with a deeper love
I see things others don’t see
I understand things others long to know
I am one with my world
I am a child of god’s love this I know.

I will never need or want again
My lord has already accepted my hand
He will provide when he feels fit 
And hears every one of my prayers I say

I understand you only know pain.
But don’t you get sick of the struggling?
The way you battle yourself inside? 
 I know it ate me up at night

So do me a favor before you have that drink?
Remember all the promises you have made.
Go out and help someone in need
everyone needs help back to their feet
I will be here to listen to you, 
I will be here to help you through
But I can’t make the decision for you.
It is you choice so decide.

What means more a drink or goodbye? 
You have one chance left please choose right
or off to jail you go for the rest of your life…




Poem Details | by Ravindra K Kapoor |
Categories: life, love, musicheart, lost, music, beauty, heaven, beauty, heart, heaven, lost, music, time,

The Boatman's Song 5/ Many

The Boatman’s Song                                      5/Many

Where one very rarely finds love, hopes and joy in life
Sometimes, even the noblest souls on earth
Have suffered tortures and pains
Even some have sacrificed their lives in agonies and pains
So that others may see that beam of light

Think again Urveshi think
The ecstasies of the joys and thrills
You have witnessed in the pleasures of
Your dance, music and dwellings 
Which no humans can even think of 
Would be lost for ever and for ever
And you will also miss the most 
Prominent among all
The blessings of heaven to keep you young
And beautiful, without aging for ever and for ever

The charms of youth which you are enjoying here
Would no longer be there on earth
Aging and wrinkles, sorrows and worries would 
Evaporate slowly, the glow of your skin and charms
Time would also erode slowly the heart capturing 
Beauty of your enchanting eyes and the youthful beauty
Of your rising and falling bosoms
Slowly very slowly your dance steps would miss
The youthful rhythms of your legs
And more slowly your songs will miss 
The melody of your tongue and voice

You would also see that your fans here and there 
And dear ones too would fly 
With the passing of time on earth
Leaving you alone without any one to adore 
And no one to praise and to throw even a 
Lovely glance on a beauty on decline

The glory of your name and fame
Would get lost with the passing of time
And even the most close to your heart too 
Would not stand to console and support you
In the hours of your need and time

Can you imagine Urveshi, such a life?
And such an end of your rejuvenating beauty
And an end of your glorious 
Youthful performances of heaven
In the hands of time and mortality on earth,

Here in Heaven you are the queen of
Everyone’s heart
Your ravishing beauty and heavenly youth
And the melody of your songs and dance
Would remain young and evergreen
For ever and for ever
Without ever experiencing, what is an old age
Pains, sufferings and the agonies of departing
From your most dear, near and beloved ones
Which often kills the human hearts
Making them weeping and rolling in tears

Ravindra 
				to continue...			
				
Kanpur   India 8th January 2010  
* Apsara (A Nymph dancer of heaven in the court of Indra as per Hindu Mythology
* Indra (The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge, music & arts)


Poem Details | by James Nichols |
Categories: black african american, inspirational, introspection, love, mystery, passion, song-urban,

The Coal-Est.hot Item

(Inspired by the genius of MsNorey BaileyPlease check her out )

Soulful sista
Strolling in her full spirited stride
Just couldn't hide
From my heart's searching eye's
that I swore I
wouldn't allow to be blinded by this mindless modern day luv no more
Until that particular half second
I wanted to run-------grab her by the hands!!!!!! 
AND......
take her down to see the Reverend

I didn't have any spare time that was to be wasted
Wanted to recycle my trashy reputatation
Strip
      Down         My image                                                                      Un-til- it was raw

So that.....
It could be steamed and not fried
BLESSED
Not viciously devoured
  Hope that I'm a genourous helping
That'll nurture your body and soul
and in no way be unhealthy
One who'd always fill you up, never leave you empty
Be your top and bottom money maker and not once will you ever have to pimp me

Easy to open
Hard to tear apart
I play a game thats not a game & i trump any Player's card
I'm what the mighty-dollar can't buy
And I'm the same thing that stores just don't sale


Poem Details | by Ravindra K Kapoor |
Categories: life, love, musicheart, longing, voice, heaven, day, earth, heart, heaven, may, time, voice,

The Boatman's Song 6/ Many

The Boatman’s Song 6/Many

Indra again tried to convince Urveshi

But, here in heaven, Urveshi
Even the flowers are born, never to fade and die 
Unlike the humans on earth, who hardly gets a
Chance to bloom fully and smile

One day on earth, you would find Urveshi, 
You no longer remain the same
And there would be no time for you, to repent then
But today, you have all the time to think and rethink on it 

I am giving you sometime, Urveshi
As you are my most dear and beloved 
Among all the Apsaras of heaven
You dwell in my mind and soul, like the most precious
Among all, my own bodies heart
You think and rethink on your desire
To go or not to go to earth  
To listen the songs of the boatman 
Whom you are missing so much 

Urveshi, you are the most beautiful 
And the most charming Apsara of heaven
Gifted with extraordinary heavenly powers 
But your visit to earth 
May diminish or even finish your heavenly powers

If you ever go close and touch the boatman
Even for a moment to praise his songs
This would end your blessings of heaven and
You may not be able to come back to heaven

Inner Conflict of Urveshi

Cautioned by Indra, Urveshi pondered and pondered
To which way she should go?
Should she hear the voice of her heart
Or follow the instructions of her mind
Her heart was crying to meet the unseen boatman
And her ears were longing to listen 
The heart stolen melodies of the boatman
Floating in the air on earth and echoing even in heaven

She felt that her very existence was incomplete
Without the songs of the boatman 
And without meeting that unseen dweller of her heart 


Perhaps her beauty was formed 
By the blessings of God
So that, one day she may find the other half of her part

But then her mind intervened, while she was 
Listening the voice of her heart
And asked her, can she afford to bear the loss
Of the glory of her name and fame
Which has brought her laurels, crowns and applauses
Can she forgo that she rule the hearts of everyone in heaven
And above all,  the heaven has given her the sublime gift of 
Evergreen Youth

Ravindra                                                 to continue…

Kanpur   India 9th January 2010  
* Apsara (A Nymph dancer of heaven in the court of Indra as per Hindu Mythology
* Indra (The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge, music & arts)
* Jungle (Forest)


Poem Details | by Ravindra K Kapoor |
Categories: life, love, musicbeautiful, heart, song, lost, beauty, heaven, beautiful, beauty, body, heart, heaven, horse, lost, song,

The Boatman's Song 10/ Many

The boatman’s Song				10/Many

The beauty of that black horse got doubled
With the glittering beauty of the princess on the horse 
Who was elegantly riding that black horse beauty 
While coming towards the boatman with a speed 
He had never seen earlier, when a lady was on a horse 

Her shining long black hairs and few locks on her face, were
Blending with the ravishing beauty of her charming face
Which even the sunbeams were trying to penetrate
To kiss her rosy lips and her glowing lovely face
And with each gush of morning beams
A blush came on her lovely face
On which hundreds and thousands can live and die
And can wait for a whole life to see that face

Her body was glittering like a gem
Because of her teenage and beauty excelling her age
And her youth over sprouting from her bosoms
From her princes sly top and riding trousers
She was dazzling the eyes of the boatman
As there was no one else 
Who could dare to behold her beauty and grandeur
Which was par excellent, any where on earth

She stepped down from the horse back 
With a beautiful sharp jump on the sand
And stood beside the heavenly beautiful horse
She saw the boatman was standing near his boat
And was singing a melody unaware of her gaze

The moment the princess heard that voice
Her heart jumped from her chest
Which had just calmed from thrills
As she had stepped by jumping from the horseback
And her body had calmed only few seconds back

Enchanted and allured by the beauty and heaviness of voice
And totally stunned to see his manliness, so warrior like tight
She forgets her princes sly pride and got lost in adoring
His song and his enchanting voice
Coming from the depths of that singers heart
Suddenly she found herself standing before the boatman
Lost in his heart capturing eyes

There was no one else except these two
And the boatman could not believe
Whether it was a dream or a reality come true
He too was lost in the charms of her eyes
And even forgot to finish the song he was singing
And felt only that someone was penetrating 
In his heart and mind, deep some where very deep


Ravindra				              to continue….
Kanpur   India 12th January 2010  

* Apsara (A Nymph dancer of heaven as per Hindu Mythology
* Indra (The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Tarang (A name of the nymph) Tarang is a Hindi word means waves both 
    Visible or invisible like sound waves
* Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge, music & arts as per Hindu mythology)


Poem Details | by Ravindra K Kapoor |
Categories: life, love, musicdance, lost, beauty, heaven, beauty, body, dance, heaven, lost, may,

The Boatman's Song 3/ Many

The Boatman’s Song        3/ Many


Indra was aware that Apsaras Urveshi
Was the incarnation of heavenly beauty 
And her restlessness and impatience can spoil
The very beauty of her body and dance
Which was the pride and embodiment of perfection

He also knew that without Urveshi
Even the heaven would look lifeless, without any beauty
Everyone in heaven had thrown their hearts
To get only one glance of Urveshi’s adorable loving eyes
During her dancing sessions, the junior Gods of Indra used to remain glued
Sometimes forgetting even their breathing

Such was the magic of her beauty, dance and songs
Even Indra often found himself lost in beholding
The flawless figure of her body and her lovely dance forms  
And such was her dancing skills that even Apsaras 
Used to get lost in the sweetness of her voice 
And the thrilling and joy of her skillful dance    

Lord Indra’s realization of Urveshi’s feelings

Indra was thinking, whether to allow her to visit the earth 
To hear the melodies of the boatman or 
Not to allow her, as it could be risky for a woman like Urveshi  

Urveshi may get tempted and may fall in love
With that earthly voiced singer, whose songs
Are echoing beyond the horizons of earth
And have reached even in the sphere of heaven

Indra was aware that Urveshi was the most beautiful  
Among all the Apsaras of heaven and of the entire universe
And if she keep on worrying about the boatman’s songs
At the cost of her dances, joys and pleasures 
It was going to spoil her lavishly bestowed beauty
Which glitters and glow or get pale on a woman
As per the love or longings blows in her heart and reflects on her face

Ravindra 
							to continue…

				
Kanpur   India 6th January 2010 

* Apsara (A Nymph dancer of heaven in the court of Indra as per Hindu Mythology
* Indra (The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge, music & arts)
* Jungle (Forest)