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The Rose In the Ivy
In a forest filled with wretched brier,
not one bud escapes its ire--
the gnarled roots and creeping vines
pierce all beauty with its fearsome spines.
But deep within, a flower lies,
hidden by bramble from all the world's eyes.
She stands up tall. She stands alone.
Standing strong, but still unknown.
One night, the flower hears a sound--
heavy footsteps upon the ground.
Out from the darkness appears a man
with clippers, shovel, and watering can.
For countless hours he continues to toil,
removing the flower from the soil.
She wonders what the man intends
to do with her, and to what ends.
He carries her past countless trees,
and in the distance she soon sees
a humble home with a soft, warm glow
coming from a single window.
The man sets the flower in a hole sized just right,
gives her some water, and retires for the night.
The very next day, when the sun starts to rise,
the man reappears with a look in his eyes.
A look of compassion and spirit so pure,
she knows that their love will forever endure.
not one bud escapes its ire--
the gnarled roots and creeping vines
pierce all beauty with its fearsome spines.
But deep within, a flower lies,
hidden by bramble from all the world's eyes.
She stands up tall. She stands alone.
Standing strong, but still unknown.
One night, the flower hears a sound--
heavy footsteps upon the ground.
Out from the darkness appears a man
with clippers, shovel, and watering can.
For countless hours he continues to toil,
removing the flower from the soil.
She wonders what the man intends
to do with her, and to what ends.
He carries her past countless trees,
and in the distance she soon sees
a humble home with a soft, warm glow
coming from a single window.
The man sets the flower in a hole sized just right,
gives her some water, and retires for the night.
The very next day, when the sun starts to rise,
the man reappears with a look in his eyes.
A look of compassion and spirit so pure,
she knows that their love will forever endure.
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Posted: Oct 2015
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Home Sweet House?
As darkness unfolded the old home sighed
Once more another day has come and gone
In the bright light of the sun the eaves lied
But once more the house stood empty alone
No one seemed to notice that no one cared
In the daylight the fresh coat of paint shined
In the dark the rooms laid empty and bare
A home without life how cruel and unkind
The deception of two made into one
Leaving neither completely as a whole
No one lost and no one has really won
A diamond is just an old chunk of coal
Daylight has been summoned a house no more
From blind eyes it is a home as before
Once more another day has come and gone
In the bright light of the sun the eaves lied
But once more the house stood empty alone
No one seemed to notice that no one cared
In the daylight the fresh coat of paint shined
In the dark the rooms laid empty and bare
A home without life how cruel and unkind
The deception of two made into one
Leaving neither completely as a whole
No one lost and no one has really won
A diamond is just an old chunk of coal
Daylight has been summoned a house no more
From blind eyes it is a home as before
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Posted: Oct 2015
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"The Experience"
As the drums fall in line, thrashing rolling thunderous beats, as the trumpeter's are called to the grand event, the orchestra begins to layout their sheet music. A Configuration By Intention. HIS intermix of musical notation now complete. Each ear hears as the introduction is played, their hearts filled with much exultation in the sweet sounds. The commemoration follows wherever they yearn to travel. The intensity, only with them, as that last note persists..... HIS first symphony now arranged, new music fills the air called life music.
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Posted: Sep 2015
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Glow-In-The-Dark Horse * Liam's 5-7-5 Challenge *
Liam's horse is dark...
And yet the light that he brings...
Is a gorgeous thing....
And yet the light that he brings...
Is a gorgeous thing....
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Posted: Aug 2014
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My bucket list
My bucket list is to
Make good on my
Words..
To not relinguish my
Dreams and passions
On the alter of wishful
Thinking
To summon the powers
Within whose gift only
I can know
To open the door of my
Heart and to share the
Gift of my love that is
Meant for you
To lay aside tear stained
Poems in exchange for
The reality of your touch
Your smile..
Your love.
Make good on my
Words..
To not relinguish my
Dreams and passions
On the alter of wishful
Thinking
To summon the powers
Within whose gift only
I can know
To open the door of my
Heart and to share the
Gift of my love that is
Meant for you
To lay aside tear stained
Poems in exchange for
The reality of your touch
Your smile..
Your love.
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Posted: Jul 2015
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THE POEM AND THE SYMPHONY
Time gleans "the sound" from you..
from a distant age gone by.
Body, Neck and Bridge...
Strings, Frets and Keys,
aggregates of this guitarra...
A matrix of wood and bone,
constructs of this Soul.
Embodied in the ink of his pen...
the writer personified -
encrypted in the words,
his art...his life -
each word and rambling
phrase, an incarnation
of the Nous.....truly, an unfettered reflection.
So too, the musician speaks through the sound
of each note...
each note, each phrase,
as if a paragragh...
reflecting sentience and imagination.
Together - they complete the poem
and the symphony...
Separate - they are two strangers
born of a common Mother.
The resonant embrace pierces the
Heart - fingers dancing into a firestorm ....
dissonance long removed, they chase away the distance -
forgetting that some are far removed from this joyful mood.
Mirroring one another, the two strangers renew their bond,
reflecting familiar and a courteous tones, in writ and song -
as thoughts surely become sound,
and all the while, are so evenly pronounced...
plucked strings reverberate through the darkness,
minor and major scales collide...
awakening the dead to life,
....to the poem within the symphony.
from a distant age gone by.
Body, Neck and Bridge...
Strings, Frets and Keys,
aggregates of this guitarra...
A matrix of wood and bone,
constructs of this Soul.
Embodied in the ink of his pen...
the writer personified -
encrypted in the words,
his art...his life -
each word and rambling
phrase, an incarnation
of the Nous.....truly, an unfettered reflection.
So too, the musician speaks through the sound
of each note...
each note, each phrase,
as if a paragragh...
reflecting sentience and imagination.
Together - they complete the poem
and the symphony...
Separate - they are two strangers
born of a common Mother.
The resonant embrace pierces the
Heart - fingers dancing into a firestorm ....
dissonance long removed, they chase away the distance -
forgetting that some are far removed from this joyful mood.
Mirroring one another, the two strangers renew their bond,
reflecting familiar and a courteous tones, in writ and song -
as thoughts surely become sound,
and all the while, are so evenly pronounced...
plucked strings reverberate through the darkness,
minor and major scales collide...
awakening the dead to life,
....to the poem within the symphony.
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Posted: Jul 2015
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CHARACTER SELDOM LIES
ONES CHARACTER IS ONES TRUE SELF
IN MANY SHADES OF GREY OR GOLD
CHARACTER LIVES
NOT ON SURFACE LIFT
IT TRANSCENDS THE VEIL OF SKIN COLOUR
IT NEVER LIES
IT IS THE HIDDEN RAY OF LIGHT IN THE PACK OF MIRROR CARDS
AS WE GRIPPLE WITH THE STEAM LET OFF STEAM FROM LIFE'S MANY DISHES
LET CAUTION BE OUR GUEST AT THE GATE WHERE HABBIT ALWAYS PASS.
IN MANY SHADES OF GREY OR GOLD
CHARACTER LIVES
NOT ON SURFACE LIFT
IT TRANSCENDS THE VEIL OF SKIN COLOUR
IT NEVER LIES
IT IS THE HIDDEN RAY OF LIGHT IN THE PACK OF MIRROR CARDS
AS WE GRIPPLE WITH THE STEAM LET OFF STEAM FROM LIFE'S MANY DISHES
LET CAUTION BE OUR GUEST AT THE GATE WHERE HABBIT ALWAYS PASS.
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Posted: May 2015
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SHOW ME YOUR CHARACTER AND I WILL TELL YOU WHO YOU ARECandy Horse Vs. Dark Kid
The center of a star reflects just like a diamond...
Returning a pearl within each silver breath that one treasures...
With faceted panels, I promised I'd never...
Sweep over a deep sea of blue waves unmeasured...
There is a pattern woven inside golden petals that kiss the inside of my heart...
Parts of my heart that I've thus' failed to start...
With soft fingers dancing, you're forever entrancing...
My star that's eternally far...
Returning a pearl within each silver breath that one treasures...
With faceted panels, I promised I'd never...
Sweep over a deep sea of blue waves unmeasured...
There is a pattern woven inside golden petals that kiss the inside of my heart...
Parts of my heart that I've thus' failed to start...
With soft fingers dancing, you're forever entrancing...
My star that's eternally far...
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Posted: Jan 2015
About this poem:
Liam gets 100 percent credit for this. He is so creative, and contributed most to this short effort. Thank you Liam for this highly enjoyable collaboration.
{Of what Use...........}
[Of what use is this Number One
when One is a lonely number
without any friends, associates, family?
Of what use is this Black & White
when there is reality in grey
a reality touching heart, mind, body, soul?
Of what use is this worldly togetherness
when the poetry of life is aloneness
an aloneness, that is pure joy, bliss, meditation?
of what use is the scientist promising hope
when a poet shows you a way out of hopelessness
that can open your mind to total awareness?
Of what use are these world of colors
when a painter expertly mixes B & W with grey
creating amazing canvas of divine beauty & art?
Of what use is this confession before a priest
when sinner can redeem his life reading bible
where our Lord God has put his signature?
Of what use are these wars fought among nations
When a lyricist pens few peaceful lines of reconciliation
for a permanent durable peace amongst humanity?
Of what use is this live-in relationships
when joys of parenthood are calling us
for traditional rituals, ceremonies, parties, marriages?
Of what use are these winnings of a roulette
when there is sure winner in every merry-go-round
for an honest, sustained effort in labor, sweat?
Of what use are these best selling writers
when a single Shakespeare has sold the world
in meaningful poems, astounding plays, fascinating lyrics?]
_____ The End ______
copyright@ManoharBhatia.
All rights are reserved.
when One is a lonely number
without any friends, associates, family?
Of what use is this Black & White
when there is reality in grey
a reality touching heart, mind, body, soul?
Of what use is this worldly togetherness
when the poetry of life is aloneness
an aloneness, that is pure joy, bliss, meditation?
of what use is the scientist promising hope
when a poet shows you a way out of hopelessness
that can open your mind to total awareness?
Of what use are these world of colors
when a painter expertly mixes B & W with grey
creating amazing canvas of divine beauty & art?
Of what use is this confession before a priest
when sinner can redeem his life reading bible
where our Lord God has put his signature?
Of what use are these wars fought among nations
When a lyricist pens few peaceful lines of reconciliation
for a permanent durable peace amongst humanity?
Of what use is this live-in relationships
when joys of parenthood are calling us
for traditional rituals, ceremonies, parties, marriages?
Of what use are these winnings of a roulette
when there is sure winner in every merry-go-round
for an honest, sustained effort in labor, sweat?
Of what use are these best selling writers
when a single Shakespeare has sold the world
in meaningful poems, astounding plays, fascinating lyrics?]
_____ The End ______
copyright@ManoharBhatia.
All rights are reserved.
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
I wrote this poem on seeing with what hopelessness peole are living their life.Whether they are rich or poor, everyone is not at peace. Why is it so? This kept me thinking to pen the poem.{The Smallest}
[ Short Poem ::::On Smallest ]
[The smallest distance
between two points
is a line; but the
smallest distance between
two persons is only
a line of communication!
The smallest planet in the
universe is not a star
as seen by a naked eye,
but a STAR that cannot be
seen in an ugly planet!
The smallest appreciation
is not the one saying
'thank you' but a smallest
gesture that shows appreciation
without saying anything!
The smallest mistake is
not the one that hurts the
self, but the one that
hurt the other selves!
The smallest truth is not
the one which is real,
but the one that is
a lie fabricated by truth!
The smallest error between
cup and lip is a slip,
And the smallest mistake
between patience and restraint
is slip of the tongue!
The smallest compact disc
is not the one
measured in size,
but is the one
with unlimited storage!
The smallest talk
is not the one spoken
by mouth, but the one
known by telepathy!
The smallest walk
is not of one step,
but a walk-over
in your absence!
The smallest tide
is not measured in height,
but is calculated
in the affairs of men!
The smallest confusion
is not with word 'confusion'
in an English language
but 'confusion' being used
as a metaphor!
The smallest love
is not a kiss planted
on the lips, but a
love camouflaged by lust! ]
_____ The End ____
copyright @ ManoharBhatia.
All rights are reserved.
[The smallest distance
between two points
is a line; but the
smallest distance between
two persons is only
a line of communication!
The smallest planet in the
universe is not a star
as seen by a naked eye,
but a STAR that cannot be
seen in an ugly planet!
The smallest appreciation
is not the one saying
'thank you' but a smallest
gesture that shows appreciation
without saying anything!
The smallest mistake is
not the one that hurts the
self, but the one that
hurt the other selves!
The smallest truth is not
the one which is real,
but the one that is
a lie fabricated by truth!
The smallest error between
cup and lip is a slip,
And the smallest mistake
between patience and restraint
is slip of the tongue!
The smallest compact disc
is not the one
measured in size,
but is the one
with unlimited storage!
The smallest talk
is not the one spoken
by mouth, but the one
known by telepathy!
The smallest walk
is not of one step,
but a walk-over
in your absence!
The smallest tide
is not measured in height,
but is calculated
in the affairs of men!
The smallest confusion
is not with word 'confusion'
in an English language
but 'confusion' being used
as a metaphor!
The smallest love
is not a kiss planted
on the lips, but a
love camouflaged by lust! ]
_____ The End ____
copyright @ ManoharBhatia.
All rights are reserved.
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
Just as I wrote the poem on {Biggest}, I said to myself why not write a poem on {smallest}; this how idea to wriote this poem came to me.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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