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The Craftsmen
up and down the latter he gos pounding in nails to rhythm he knows with his tools in hand like a little boy he well play measuring sticks in his own way finding the angles to make it stay time line approching must finish to day if performance is poor he won't get payed haha
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Posted: Mar 2015
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online today!Dancing Alone
Some times I will dance by myself
Searching for a lover that was lost
Carelessly many times in the past
Dropped like a coin in the water
A leaf pushed offshore by a breeze
We let each other go and drift away
When we stopped loving each other
We decided not to show we cared
No matter how hard we tried
We just couldn’t get it right
That part... that ‘''character’''
That crosses in the same orbit
Like two souls dancing alone
(c) yankee4you 2015
Searching for a lover that was lost
Carelessly many times in the past
Dropped like a coin in the water
A leaf pushed offshore by a breeze
We let each other go and drift away
When we stopped loving each other
We decided not to show we cared
No matter how hard we tried
We just couldn’t get it right
That part... that ‘''character’''
That crosses in the same orbit
Like two souls dancing alone
(c) yankee4you 2015
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Posted: Mar 2015
About this poem:
A poem about lost love.Drifting Away.......
wave after wave seasons change an the winters fade into the summer sky's ,where the seagulls fly an there hunger cry's like dreamers from a different time ,where dreams never live or never die drifting away it seem far beyond the wildest dreams ,with your eyes close follow the stars nothing else to say drifting away.......
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Posted: Apr 2015
Post CommentThe Final Hour
On a notion of fear the end of the line is near opening of the gates of hell on a starless night for let it be written, when the clock strikes 12 the reaper well ring the bell ,one final spin the river of poisons cease to exists, the windows close with windless tides the final hour well arrive .
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Posted: Apr 2015
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{The Biggest}
[Short Poem:::::::::: "On Biggest"]
[The biggest laughter
is not the one
with plenty of peals,
but the one when tears
rolled down your cheeks!
The biggest anger
is not of murder,
but, when your heart
failed and you died!
The biggest victory,
is not of medals won,
but is the one of
mind over matter!
The biggest goal
is not of the footballer,
but of the goalkeeper,
saving that match-winning
goal of the opponent!
The biggest wall
is not the wall
of China, but that
which divides humanity!
The biggest heart
is not the one
that only gives,
but never takes!
The biggest enemy
is not outside,
but within you!
The biggest black spots
are not of the Sun
but of your character!
The biggest loss
is not the death
of your wife, but the
breaking of partnership!
The biggest happiness
is not of reason,
but without any reason!
The biggest fall
is not from Mt. Everest,
but from disgrace!
The biggest Bank is not
the one where billions
are invested, but the
heart of a person
where Humanity can
Bank upon always!
The biggest best-seller
is not the one with
highest number of sold copies,
but the one that has
discovered the mystery
of Homo-Sapiens!]
_____ The End_____
Manohar Bhatia.
Copyright @ ManoharBhatia
All rights are reserved.
[The biggest laughter
is not the one
with plenty of peals,
but the one when tears
rolled down your cheeks!
The biggest anger
is not of murder,
but, when your heart
failed and you died!
The biggest victory,
is not of medals won,
but is the one of
mind over matter!
The biggest goal
is not of the footballer,
but of the goalkeeper,
saving that match-winning
goal of the opponent!
The biggest wall
is not the wall
of China, but that
which divides humanity!
The biggest heart
is not the one
that only gives,
but never takes!
The biggest enemy
is not outside,
but within you!
The biggest black spots
are not of the Sun
but of your character!
The biggest loss
is not the death
of your wife, but the
breaking of partnership!
The biggest happiness
is not of reason,
but without any reason!
The biggest fall
is not from Mt. Everest,
but from disgrace!
The biggest Bank is not
the one where billions
are invested, but the
heart of a person
where Humanity can
Bank upon always!
The biggest best-seller
is not the one with
highest number of sold copies,
but the one that has
discovered the mystery
of Homo-Sapiens!]
_____ The End_____
Manohar Bhatia.
Copyright @ ManoharBhatia
All rights are reserved.
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
It was just a crazy idea to write this poem, because of only one word that kept rotating in my mind and that word was :::::::::::: {Biggest}{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.{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.
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
About this poem:
SHOW ME YOUR CHARACTER AND I WILL TELL YOU WHO YOU ARE
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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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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