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Dream Ship
I dream my ship
lands on the lawn
A door slides open
I step inside
Sit in the pilot chair
Cap and helm in place
In computer interface
Take me to my beloved
Manipulate time
To be there for tea
So ever again in fancy free
Beyond time and space
United once more
But nary a wit of memory
Yet who can know
I hear my soul aver
It could be so
lands on the lawn
A door slides open
I step inside
Sit in the pilot chair
Cap and helm in place
In computer interface
Take me to my beloved
Manipulate time
To be there for tea
So ever again in fancy free
Beyond time and space
United once more
But nary a wit of memory
Yet who can know
I hear my soul aver
It could be so
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Posted: Apr 2014
Post CommentAll new the world
Today"s morn as same of every,The only hope heart want,
But only thine of same awaits,And else nothing cant.
And the days of love ill last,As far we both all lead....
But was so for alone till,Only to thy heart thou do plead.
Give me the way you like to,And can move foots all till by....
And world also come know all,Else one not got,one you why.
But do never like miser heart,Keep enough to give charm meadow....
And thine glory such do cordan,By have on me thine eterth shadow.
But only thine of same awaits,And else nothing cant.
And the days of love ill last,As far we both all lead....
But was so for alone till,Only to thy heart thou do plead.
Give me the way you like to,And can move foots all till by....
And world also come know all,Else one not got,one you why.
But do never like miser heart,Keep enough to give charm meadow....
And thine glory such do cordan,By have on me thine eterth shadow.
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Posted: Jun 2014
About this poem:
The poem is just a little try of one dream for love,how it must be love can to me.............
"Imaginary Friend”
"Imaginary Friend”
“Hi Tom, how’s it going?”, I said to myself
As I picked up a book from an old wooden shelf.
“Not bad” said a voice that was not really there.
“Glad to hear” I responded while grabbing a chair.
I sat down alone and I started to read;
Not a page had I turned, when I heard Tom’s faint plead:
“Get up! Let’s go walk, or discuss something fun”
Only I wouldn’t leave ‘till my reading was done.
Now Tom was insistent, he pestered me yet,
“Take a break, don’t be dull; we’re best friends, don’t forget.”
Once again, I ignored him, I picked up my book,
In life’s game of chess, he then called me a rook.
Making faces to bug me, and causing frustration,
At last I yelled out, “You’re just my imagination!”
“God help me,” he said, “have you lost all your mind?
I think all this stress has made your thoughts unwind.
Now Stephen, I want you to know this is true,
Already I’ve had this discussion with you.
The one who’s imaginary is not me;
Suzanne Salmon
“Hi Tom, how’s it going?”, I said to myself
As I picked up a book from an old wooden shelf.
“Not bad” said a voice that was not really there.
“Glad to hear” I responded while grabbing a chair.
I sat down alone and I started to read;
Not a page had I turned, when I heard Tom’s faint plead:
“Get up! Let’s go walk, or discuss something fun”
Only I wouldn’t leave ‘till my reading was done.
Now Tom was insistent, he pestered me yet,
“Take a break, don’t be dull; we’re best friends, don’t forget.”
Once again, I ignored him, I picked up my book,
In life’s game of chess, he then called me a rook.
Making faces to bug me, and causing frustration,
At last I yelled out, “You’re just my imagination!”
“God help me,” he said, “have you lost all your mind?
I think all this stress has made your thoughts unwind.
Now Stephen, I want you to know this is true,
Already I’ve had this discussion with you.
The one who’s imaginary is not me;
Suzanne Salmon
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Posted: Aug 2014
About this poem:
Have you ever had a imaginary friend
"TO THE DEPTHS OF ETERNITY" 8/30~31st/2011
I SEE THE SHADOWS DANCE
AS SHE MOVES CLOSER TO ME...
I CAN SEE THE LUST UPON HER FACE
AND SHE WAS OF MY DREAMS...
BEAUTY... MY SOUL IS IN FLAMES
THE PASSIONS WHICH BURNS INSIDE...
I FEEL AS IF I HAD DIED
IN THE BURNING DEPTHS OF ETERNITY...
I LAY AWAKE WITHIN THE NIGHT
HER KISSES CARESSED MY FLESH...
BUT, I KNOW WHAT TRUELY LURKS WITHIN.
I KNOW THIS MUST BE A TEST...
TO THE DEPTHS OF AN INNER DREAM
SHE TAKES WHATS LEFT OF MY SOUL...
FOR, I KNOW THE DEPTHS OF HER IMPURITIES.
THEY LIE DEEP INSIDE HER WICKED GLOW...
I CAN FEEL THE FEAR
BUT EXCITEMENT TAKES ME WHOLE...
I KNOW THAT SHE IS EVIL
AND SHE HAS COME TO TAKE ME HOME...
I SUFFER WITH MY ADDICTIONS OF HER,
SUFFERING IS THE DARKEST OF TRUTHS...
POSSESSED... TO THE BITTER END
FROM THE EVIL THAT IS DUE...
I'M TORMENTED BY THE WAY SHE FEEDS
BURYING THE LIGHT, SO DEEP WITHIN...
UNTIL... AT LAST! I'M DEAD INSIDE,
CONSUMED BY HER BURNING SIN...
SEDUCTIONS... THIS TEMPTATION,
THE OBSESSIONS THAT UNFOLD...
UNLEASHING AN INNER DEMON,
THIS NIGHT HAD GROWN SO COLD...
AS SHE MOVES CLOSER TO ME...
I CAN SEE THE LUST UPON HER FACE
AND SHE WAS OF MY DREAMS...
BEAUTY... MY SOUL IS IN FLAMES
THE PASSIONS WHICH BURNS INSIDE...
I FEEL AS IF I HAD DIED
IN THE BURNING DEPTHS OF ETERNITY...
I LAY AWAKE WITHIN THE NIGHT
HER KISSES CARESSED MY FLESH...
BUT, I KNOW WHAT TRUELY LURKS WITHIN.
I KNOW THIS MUST BE A TEST...
TO THE DEPTHS OF AN INNER DREAM
SHE TAKES WHATS LEFT OF MY SOUL...
FOR, I KNOW THE DEPTHS OF HER IMPURITIES.
THEY LIE DEEP INSIDE HER WICKED GLOW...
I CAN FEEL THE FEAR
BUT EXCITEMENT TAKES ME WHOLE...
I KNOW THAT SHE IS EVIL
AND SHE HAS COME TO TAKE ME HOME...
I SUFFER WITH MY ADDICTIONS OF HER,
SUFFERING IS THE DARKEST OF TRUTHS...
POSSESSED... TO THE BITTER END
FROM THE EVIL THAT IS DUE...
I'M TORMENTED BY THE WAY SHE FEEDS
BURYING THE LIGHT, SO DEEP WITHIN...
UNTIL... AT LAST! I'M DEAD INSIDE,
CONSUMED BY HER BURNING SIN...
SEDUCTIONS... THIS TEMPTATION,
THE OBSESSIONS THAT UNFOLD...
UNLEASHING AN INNER DEMON,
THIS NIGHT HAD GROWN SO COLD...
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Posted: Oct 2014
About this poem:
This song will be on the album called "THE HOST" this could be some sort of a dark fantasy.
Easy For Tomorrow To Come Today
Easy for tomorrow to come today
The news is already here it's no longer on the way
With internet and dish your wish is whatever you say
And it's easy for tomorrow to come today
But once upon a time
What time was to me
Now no words too explain
Maybe archaeology
Now that the moon is so near
And on a night that is clear
Mars is not very far away
And it's easy for tomorrow to come today
Once the night was like a handshake from yesterday
A friend to be a friend to stay
Somehow to return to a night of drift away
But it's easy for tomorrow to come today
The news is already here it's no longer on the way
With internet and dish your wish is whatever you say
And it's easy for tomorrow to come today
But once upon a time
What time was to me
Now no words too explain
Maybe archaeology
Now that the moon is so near
And on a night that is clear
Mars is not very far away
And it's easy for tomorrow to come today
Once the night was like a handshake from yesterday
A friend to be a friend to stay
Somehow to return to a night of drift away
But it's easy for tomorrow to come today
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Posted: Nov 2014
Post Comment
{Bandra Worli Sea Link}
[“Bandra Worli Sea Link”]
[A Bridge on the Mumbai sea,
is like a form of an alley
connecting two towns Bandra & Worli!
This raised structure
is a quick exit for cars
melting into a traffic
called a czar!
A Bridge to end the
suffering of a motorist,
And begin a journey of
hope, attitude, happiness
to turn him into a humorist!
A Bridge that went through
many trials, tribulations, oppositions,
where politicians, concerned
environmentalists, destitute fisher folks,
all colluded for its vested interests!
This beautiful Bridge designed
like a musical instrument,
where its cable ropes,
fixed like strings of
a violin looks for a compliment!
Watch the cars passing under
it, acting like fingers,
pulling the strings to
play a buzzing musical
like a singer!
Now, the rush is unmanageable,
Thousands of cars one behind the
other steadily creep,
So, little babies in
the laps of their mothers
go to sleep!
A Bridge where poor
downtrodden and super-rich,
ride bumper to bumper
in antique and 20th.century cars,
enjoying a journey of Heaven
with whistling wind hitting
the occupants header to header!
Oh! How silly of us to
fight by calling this Bridge
many names,
Because, the Bridge is also human,
it gets 'hurt' by the weight of
criticism, showing wear and tear
by these games!
Let's keep this ICON
in a healthy state,
so that more maintenance,
abundant coats of paint,
regular check of overhead cables,
Can keep the toll authorities
always in a wealthy state!
-- The End--
copyright @ ManoharBhatia
All rights are reserved.
[A Bridge on the Mumbai sea,
is like a form of an alley
connecting two towns Bandra & Worli!
This raised structure
is a quick exit for cars
melting into a traffic
called a czar!
A Bridge to end the
suffering of a motorist,
And begin a journey of
hope, attitude, happiness
to turn him into a humorist!
A Bridge that went through
many trials, tribulations, oppositions,
where politicians, concerned
environmentalists, destitute fisher folks,
all colluded for its vested interests!
This beautiful Bridge designed
like a musical instrument,
where its cable ropes,
fixed like strings of
a violin looks for a compliment!
Watch the cars passing under
it, acting like fingers,
pulling the strings to
play a buzzing musical
like a singer!
Now, the rush is unmanageable,
Thousands of cars one behind the
other steadily creep,
So, little babies in
the laps of their mothers
go to sleep!
A Bridge where poor
downtrodden and super-rich,
ride bumper to bumper
in antique and 20th.century cars,
enjoying a journey of Heaven
with whistling wind hitting
the occupants header to header!
Oh! How silly of us to
fight by calling this Bridge
many names,
Because, the Bridge is also human,
it gets 'hurt' by the weight of
criticism, showing wear and tear
by these games!
Let's keep this ICON
in a healthy state,
so that more maintenance,
abundant coats of paint,
regular check of overhead cables,
Can keep the toll authorities
always in a wealthy state!
-- The End--
copyright @ ManoharBhatia
All rights are reserved.
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
This poem depicts about our first engineering marvel of building a bridge across the sea. This is India's first fly over bridge in Mumbai and credit goes to all the engineers, technicians, planners who made it possible.
black magic and things
Black magic and things
Dabbling with danger the tarot cards dealt
your existence foreplanned upon the pictures felt.
Loves life and death stare you in face
with the upturned suits sequenced in place.
The analysis is good or at least you would hope
that reads good health and fortune to allow you to cope.
That mystic crystal ball is an alternative view
a globe so mesmeric it can see into you.
Past present future the infos all there
to dictate your movements with heed and much care.
Then there's the oiuji the board of all dread
that glass placed in centre summoning spirits from the dead.
With unnerring accuracy it spells out a name
from a passed over forefather whose titled the same.
So spooky so baffling do our eyes deceive
did that glass move what are we to believe.
The palmist sees deeper into lines and the folds
your hands are your destiny with the secrets they hold.
Where you've been where you'll go it's sure to fortell
longevity with luck and all being well.
Tea leaves mediums spells and potions
blackcats white witches and ancient lotions.
The paranormal is out there when mind is in doubt
if you wish to explore those reasons of doubt
another older muse by me
Dabbling with danger the tarot cards dealt
your existence foreplanned upon the pictures felt.
Loves life and death stare you in face
with the upturned suits sequenced in place.
The analysis is good or at least you would hope
that reads good health and fortune to allow you to cope.
That mystic crystal ball is an alternative view
a globe so mesmeric it can see into you.
Past present future the infos all there
to dictate your movements with heed and much care.
Then there's the oiuji the board of all dread
that glass placed in centre summoning spirits from the dead.
With unnerring accuracy it spells out a name
from a passed over forefather whose titled the same.
So spooky so baffling do our eyes deceive
did that glass move what are we to believe.
The palmist sees deeper into lines and the folds
your hands are your destiny with the secrets they hold.
Where you've been where you'll go it's sure to fortell
longevity with luck and all being well.
Tea leaves mediums spells and potions
blackcats white witches and ancient lotions.
The paranormal is out there when mind is in doubt
if you wish to explore those reasons of doubt
another older muse by me
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Posted: May 2015
Post CommentKNOWLEDGE OF...
KNOWLEDGE OF ONESELF, IS THE GREATEST ART OF CREATION.
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Posted: Jun 2015
About this poem:
MY QUOTETEARS =THOUGHTS PERSONIFIED
CERTAIN FACTORS MAKES ONE TO SHED TEARS
1- ONE SHED TEARS WHEN A PERSON SO DEAR PASSES ON
2 - ONE SHED TEARS WHEN A MATERIAL, PET OR ASSET SO TREASURED DISAPPEARS TO THIN AIR TO "ONLY GOD KNOWS WHERE"
3 -ONE CAN SHED TEARS WHEN ENKINDLED BY THE FIRES OF LOVE
WHICH EVER WAY THE PENDULUM OF FATE SWINGS' TEARS STREAM DOWN THE CHEEKS YEARNING FOR ANSWERS
INDEED THEY ARE A PERSON'S THOUGHTS IN LIQUID FORM
TEARS = THOUGHTS PERSONIED
1- ONE SHED TEARS WHEN A PERSON SO DEAR PASSES ON
2 - ONE SHED TEARS WHEN A MATERIAL, PET OR ASSET SO TREASURED DISAPPEARS TO THIN AIR TO "ONLY GOD KNOWS WHERE"
3 -ONE CAN SHED TEARS WHEN ENKINDLED BY THE FIRES OF LOVE
WHICH EVER WAY THE PENDULUM OF FATE SWINGS' TEARS STREAM DOWN THE CHEEKS YEARNING FOR ANSWERS
INDEED THEY ARE A PERSON'S THOUGHTS IN LIQUID FORM
TEARS = THOUGHTS PERSONIED
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Posted: May 2015
About this poem:
MY FORMULA OF TEARS
Favorite Book!
Stepping out
Through the pages
Of my favorite book
With a soft touch
And just one look
You take my hand
And ask me
To follow you
To your world
Through the pages
Of my favorite book
With a soft touch
And just one look
You take my hand
And ask me
To follow you
To your world
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Posted: Aug 2015
About this poem:
When your favorite character in your favorite book is doing what you've always dreamt it to do! Coming alive!Would you follow without looking back? Or would you hesitate and then realize that you missed an adventure of a lifetime. And probably spend the rest of your life regretting it! What is your choice? I know what mine would be!;)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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