Rising From The Ashes

The wear and tear of my past experience
has ravaged my spirit, body and soul
Now my life is a mere shallow existence
with a deep longing to be made whole

I was caught in the beauty of your charm
and savouring its full pleasure was my goal
Now I experience a deep sense of alarm
at the loss of my feeling of control

But with my own inner resolve and firmness
and the strength I can get from other avenues
I must overcome this sense of helplessness
and move on to live my life as I choose

The phoenix bird burns itself to ashes
whenever it becomes worn out with age
And from those ashes a new phoenix arises
and starts a fresh life cycle on a new page

Scorched and burned by my actions of the past
and having learned from the anguish and pain
I also will rise from those ashes at last
and move on afresh with my own life again
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Posted: Jul 2014
About this poem:
(To those dealing with addiction - drugs, alcohol, etc.,
and a broken heart)
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Sands Of Time

Grains of sand
trickling down
the narrow crystal neck
of the hourglass

Each grain a measure
of that mysterious entity
called Time
The grains above
hold the future
The grains below
store the past
The moving grains
capture the present

At the hour's sunrise
your flow begins
At the hour's sunset
it ends
- The Sands Of Time
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Posted: Sep 2013
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A Child's Christmas

Christmas should be a time of joy
For every little girl and boy
They gather 'round the Christmas tree
Little hearts beating eagerly

Their eyes closely scan each present
Wondering what Santa has sent
Some hope they have been good enough
And would get their requested stuff

Mum picks up each present gently
And reads to see whose it might be
A little heart leaps at its name
And then joyfully makes its claim

After presents are given out
Then it's time for another bout
It's time for presents' unwrapping
One can feel excitement growing

Tiny one still in diaper
Tries to peel off wrapping paper
Mum assists the eager beaver
Expectation growing stronger

Squeals of excitement fill the air
From the other kids gathered there
Their delight they cannot contain
Santa has delivered again

Once again thank you Dear Santa
Setting little hearts a-flutter
Making Christmas a time of joy
For every little girl and boy
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all CS folks!

Please remember the Children!
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bird haiku

bird raises its wings
insect in grass stirs to look
and is gobbled up


checking all around
bird steals remnants of dog food
then flies to the trees


tucking in its wings
pelican dives and misses
fish scatter laughing


soaring in the sky
vulture though hideous looking
gracefulness in flight
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Posted: Dec 17
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Love Is A Decision

Love is not based on a feeling only
There must also be a clear decision
Passionate feelings may die off early
Showing it was just infatuation

One should not need another as a crutch
But be able to stand on one's feet
This will allow each other space as such
And enrichen the sharing when both meet

A love relationship has its demands
It does not ensure smooth sailing always
Be mindful of this in each circumstance
And it will help you survive the rough days

The one that you love should be your best friend
Someone with whom you can share everything
A person upon whom you can depend
In situations that can be trying

As time passes, both of you will change
For change is inevitable in life
Do not consider this as something strange
Learn to adjust and avoid any strife

True love is the most precious emotion
That a person can engage in sharing
It fills the heart with blissful elation
Giving one's life a rich sense of meaning



~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Sep 2015
About this poem:
"Love is a decision, it is a judgement, it is a promise. If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the promise to love each other forever. A feeling comes and it may go. How can I judge that it will stay forever, when my act does not involve judgement and decision."

- Erich Fromm - (The Art of Loving)


“But let there be spaces in your togetherness. And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

And stand together yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.”

Kahlil Gibran – (The Prophet)
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Haiku 6 - butterflies, dragonfly, old tree

wings of gossamer
gently pulsating the air
butterflies in flight


tail of dragonfly
skimming the water's surface
while taking a drink


bark of an old tree
weather-beaten and furrowed
a home for insects
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Posted: Oct 2013
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Broken And Beautiful

A mould-shaped symmetrical bowl
has no character of its own
It's just like the mould-shaped others
and it is merely a clone
If the bowl is shattered to pieces
and the pieces stuck together once more
It creates a beautiful mosaic
that one cannot help but adore

The bark on the trunk of a young sapling
is just like that of any young tree
It is like an unwritten page
which is plain and ordinary
With age the bark gets cracked and broken
and acquires its own uniqueness
It provides a home for many insects
and becomes a thing of loveliness
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
Perhaps, it is because of the experience of being broken by hurt, and the suffering that goes with it, in whatever area of life, that we are able to experience greater depths of happiness at a later time.
Kahlil Gibran says:
"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain."
Perhaps, it is within the very cracks of our brokenness that we can discover a new joy and beauty that we may not be able to experience if we were not cracked and broken.
I wish to dedicate this piece to those who have experienced acute pain and suffering in their lives, whether in romantic love or otherwise.
Remember the words of Kahlil Gibran!
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Lords of the Prairies - A Tribute To The Bison

Dressed in my shaggy brown coat
I stand almost six feet
at my shoulders
and weigh almost a ton
I once roamed the prairies
in herds of millions
grazing on its grass
which fed and nourished
my brethren and I
for tens of thousands of years

Running at speeds of
over thirtyfive miles per hour
across the prairie
in herds that stretched
as far as the eye could see
our hooves created
a thunderous sound
that shook the earth
causing it to tremble
like an earthquake

We were slaughtered
in our millions
They left our dead bodies
to rot and decay
where we fell
Sometimes they took away our coats
other times they cut out
our tongues only
and left the rest
of our dead bodies
to putrefy and decay
on the prairie grasslands
that we had trod proudly on
for thousands of years

This is my epitaph
for I just saw the glint
of the sunlight
on the long mysterious stick
and heard its thunder
and felt something
go deep into my insides
as I fall to the ground
I shall go the way
of my proud ancestors
who once roamed
these lands in freedom as
Lords Of The Prairies
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Posted: Jun 2014
About this poem:
The arrival of vast waves of white settlers in the 1800s, and their conflict with the Native American residents of the prairies, spelled the end for the buffalo.
There were even buffalo killing contests. In one, a Kansan set a record by killing 120 bison in just 40 minutes. “Buffalo” Bill Cody, hired to slaughter the animals, killed more than 4,000 buffalo in just two years.
Some U.S. government officials even promoted the destruction of the bison herds as a way to defeat their Native American enemies, who were resisting the takeover of their lands by white settlers. One Congressman, James Throckmorton of Texas, believed that “it would be a great step forward in the civilization of the Indians and the preservation of peace on the border if there was not a buffalo in existence.” Soon, military commanders were ordering their troops to kill buffalo — not for food, but to deny Native Americans their own source of food. One general believed that buffalo hunters “did more to defeat the Indian nations in a few years than soldiers did in 50.” By 1880, the slaughter was almost over. Where millions of buffalo once roamed, only a few thousand animals remained.
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Haiku 3 (shimmering pools of water...)

perched on the branch
tree lizard puffs up its chest
like a balloon


mournful cries fill the air
mother bird calling for its baby
eaten by the cat


playful puppy
spinning round and round
trying to catch its tail


a gust of wind
the dried leaf leaps up
and dances in the air


bathed in the sunshine
shimmering pools of water
pulsating with life


leaf falling from the tree
does its last dance in the air
then settles on the ground


in the crack in the concrete
the grass pushes upwards
unstoppable life force
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Posted: Jul 2013
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CONNECTING Singles

C ome now folks who are single and seeking
O ther singles who are also searching
N ew relationships to share their loving
N othing ventured, nothing gained is the saying
E ven now, someone on you may be waiting
C ontact the one who arouses your feeling
T his site offers you the chance of meeting
I nternational folks who are looking
N o one can tell what the future may bring
G o ahead, pick someone, start e-mailing
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Posted: Aug 1
About this poem:
monorhyme acrostic

Dedicated to CS
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Love Is A Decision

Love is not based on a feeling only
There must also be a clear decision
Passionate feelings may die off early
Showing it was just infatuation

One should not need another as a crutch
But be able to stand on one's feet
This will allow each other space as such
And enrichen the sharing when both meet

A love relationship has its demands
It does not ensure smooth sailing always
Be mindful of this in each circumstance
And it will help you survive the rough days

The one that you love should be your best friend
Someone with whom you can share everything
A person upon whom you can depend
In situations that can be trying

As time passes, both of you will change
For change is inevitable in life
Do not consider this as something strange
Learn to adjust and avoid any strife

True love is the most precious emotion
That a person can engage in sharing
It fills the heart with blissful elation
Giving one's life a rich sense of meaning
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jan 2016
About this poem:
"Love is a decision, it is a judgement, it is a promise. If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the promise to love each other forever. A feeling comes and it may go. How can I judge that it will stay forever, when my act does not involve judgement and decision."

- Erich Fromm - (The Art of Loving)


"But let there be spaces in your togetherness. And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

And stand together yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow."

Kahlil Gibran – (The Prophet)
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To New Poetry Corner Poets

I have to say I am very happy
To see new poets posting their poetry
It brings in a certain vitality
To our Poetry Corner family

All new poets, you are extremely free
To comment on other members' poetry
Once it is carried out respectfully
To maintain the corner's integrity

All of us can learn from one another
Senior poets have their unique flavour
New poets bring fresh views to the corner
And make the poetry selection wider
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2014
About this poem:
Advice to New Poets:

Focus on the quality of your poetry
And continue to improve it with each write
Through your sustained effort and tenacity
Your true poetic talent will come to light
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