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if i were damned of body and soul
i know whose prayers would make me whole
mother o' mine o mother o' mine | img2poems |
we the women of one country
will be too tender of those of another country
to allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs | img2poems |
but most of all i hope this
birthday's better than the
rest | img2poems |
attempts utterance
throws up happy spit
and hunger's renewed | img2poems |
it appeared that god had spoken
there was no school that day
no movies for months after | img2poems |
i swam through a gulf of evergreen billows
i ascended from the brine to the sight of splendid willows
all prosaic things became sanctified | img2poems |
rubies and rings i presented to the queen
in jeweled velvet boxes neatly tied
and in alcoves near the river i witnessed the unseen | img2poems |
my heart bleeds for the dead
in paris terror attacks that spread
and opened the can of human hatred | img2poems |
bhopal
nov
jan | img2poems |
i was asked to write a poem
as if i could make the muse child
sit still be quiet and obey | img2poems |
k
a
ceri naz | img2poems |
as to the eye: it remained invalid and now has a cataract
it can see gods and spirits in its cloud
and the weird end of the world: the left one's for common daylight | img2poems |
oh valkyrie
oh valkyrie
ein seig you coming on | img2poems |
or i guess the grass is itself a child
the produced babe
of the vegetation | img2poems |
o i perceive after all so many uttering tongues
and i perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths
for nothing | img2poems |
what do you think has become of the young and old men
what do you think has become of the women and
children | img2poems |
i sit there
and listen
and write | img2poems |
over and over eating the low root
of the asphodel
gray fate | img2poems |
as dawn rises thru the light morning mist
sun beams deliver their radiance and warmth
and caress autumn leaves with a gentle kiss | img2poems |
gold and crimson autumn leaves
like snowflakes fall
and so must we all | img2poems |
no i would like to drop a hint
i do not want to be a part of the pageant
a splendid spectacle or an enchanting ensemble | img2poems |
here was no soul's cheat friends were of love over there
how past thought returning sweet
yet the soldier must dare | img2poems |
on new year's day
i long to meet my parents
as they were before my birth | img2poems |
the room is full of shadow you can hear indistinctly the sad soft whispering of two children
their foreheads lean forward still heavy with dreams beneath the long white bed-curtain
which shudders and rises | img2poems |
ii
but the little children beneath the swaying curtain talk in low voices as one does on a dark night
thoughtfully they listen as to a far-off murmur | img2poems |
iii
your heart has understood: these children are motherless
no mother in the place any more | img2poems |
an old servant woman then has taken them under her care
the little ones are alone in the icy house four-year-old orphans see how in their thoughts
little by little a smiling memory awakes | img2poems |
the earth half-bare happy to be alive again trembles with joy beneath the sun's kisses
in the old home all is warm and flushed: no longer are there mourning garments strewn on the floor
and the draught has at least ceased to moan under the door | img2poems |
it is two silvery plaques black and white
glittering with mother-of-pearl and jet little black frames and wreaths of glass
with three words engraved in gold: 'to our mother | img2poems |
i write fiend for friend
and word for world
remember comes out with an m missing | img2poems |
my ghosts
they drag my soul away
from my invisible havens | img2poems |
my ghosts
they may fade hopefully
when another day is dawning | img2poems |
oh the shadows intertwined
oh the corporeal shadows united with the shadows of the souls
oh the seeking shadows in those nights of sorrows and of tears | img2poems |
i know you cannot hear me
but perhaps right now you are feeling
a strange restlessness | img2poems |
why you might be a wasn't
a wasn't has no fun at all
no he doesn't | img2poems |
how can thy be so self-righteous and stick to one thing
a stupid man said: if you don't cheat you don't lead
how can i be so self-centered and so ambiguous | img2poems |
firewood firewood in a fireplace when my heart is out of place
don't place your trust in me for i am ambiguous
like me better than the rest for my music not to fade | img2poems |
had
no if i could
if i should die before i wake | img2poems |
to let memory pass into obscurity
decry the sadness that exists
in the mind of man | img2poems |
deliberately
on my sweet bliss
you pissed | img2poems |
help the succulent veins
break free from
my body | img2poems |
see the tunnels
of death
dawning | img2poems |
only now
can i feel
alive | img2poems |
soon i will escape
your wicked clutches
of despair | img2poems |
you will wish
you never said
those final words | img2poems |
inside outside
inside outside
my grave s so cold | img2poems |
be sure that your parents eat
always look at their plate
who knows tomorrow might be late | img2poems |
and when they arrive they are
just plain scrambled eggs and the warm weather
is holding | img2poems |
endorphins ecstatic bring a hypnotic trance
while taste-buds are formed into a swirling
dance | img2poems |
adentrarme en la niebla
que oculta la luz cansada
y enfrentarme al guerrero | img2poems |
an effervescent scintillating gasp of fervent
desert air beating across her limbs
moving gently towards silence | img2poems |
how can i join this festival
when i foolishly
think too much of life | img2poems |
she lays in wait of the sunrise aspiring to surprise the sunrays with her vigilance
the body clad in the beauty of nothing eager for the embrace of the warm sunrays
she lingers in the valley of passion becoming one with her desires ambling down the secret passage of envy the clarity of silence is her reminder of the fervour long hidden | img2poems |
beholding the beacon who beckons brave believers his mother boldly states
when this restless night abates the misty morn of a daring dawn elates
but tonight sleep well my child | img2poems |
my body
my neck
my personality | img2poems |
and in my heart
you mutilate my love
and i come back proposing anew | img2poems |
let me re-make my lakes
the nile
must do that in africa | img2poems |
when they say i have come
i have not till the people
you see rise and embrace me | img2poems |
i told you when you marry mi
you will not need to be told
how sweet i can be | img2poems |
you will show it
in your own smiling fields
pregnant with crop and honey money | img2poems |
like brothers the nations and religions
should walk hand in hand
for world peace and growth | img2poems |
i stood my ground looking around
were they here as friend or foe
left me wondering | img2poems |
let the nation deluge with amity
and drive out the hostility
fabricate and bind unity among us | img2poems |
a tyrant's proudest insults brav'd
they shout a people freed
they hail an empire saved | img2poems |
a stunning breast over your
reflection the red rains
come for celebration | img2poems |
so is a story
of an insignificant mother trailed
~nayanika dey | img2poems |
what they died for
has not survived
their sacrifice | img2poems |
the fabrics of communities that were theirs
are pulled apart by rough fingers
of their unappreciative heirs | img2poems |
chosen to be guardians of morality
they have shaped it to their tastes
and decided that sexual perversion is normality | img2poems |
for if the giver hadn't been cautious
from the blessing of the hearth both
floor and ceiling would have gone up in flames | img2poems |
he had long become too great to be
the lord of time and his territory
extended far | img2poems |
but the all-gathering day of the festival
is the ultimate sign of love the witness
of your existence o holy powers | img2poems |
for this young girl and this young man
have happiness without an end
because they have made so good a friend | img2poems |
baba got an attack and sprang up a jump
inspector singh's entry was just a wow
baba's condition was miserable now | img2poems |
inspector singh pulled out his bag all stuffed
he called me in and thanked me with glee
all were surprised to know: the planner was me | img2poems |
come in he would say i was just painting myself
as he stood in the doorway holding up the wand of a brush
illuminated in the blaze of his famous candle hat | img2poems |
quedando apelmazados en el suelo
sometidos cada cual a su proceso
y al desintegrase le transfieren | img2poems |
veo que ahora se lo entrega
para reponerla al suelo que se lo robo
encuentren en ello condiciones | img2poems |
rejected by the fast-paced world
once beautiful now scorned by image in the mirror
walking a lonely road fighting the good fight | img2poems |
needles remind you of earlier times
pursuing careless dreams
you continue to exist with countless others | img2poems |
president grant drinks bourbon from his boot
the sioux
cough in their blankets | img2poems |
a theory that kills with an erased knife
all the major tear of my wages
a story unfolds the writer of every empty pages | img2poems |
fergus
be no more a king
but learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours | img2poems |
fergus
a king is but a foolish labourer
who wastes his blood to be another's dream | img2poems |
druid
take if you must this little bag of dreams
unloose the cord and they will wrap you round | img2poems |
ah
druid druid how great webs of sorrow
lay hidden in the small slate-coloured thing | img2poems |
you already sing like a sensation
o highly sought-after grasshopper
you'll be even more appreciated after | img2poems |
may my hands forever be
a pure river
i do not recognize | img2poems |
a long journey begins with a desire
when the first step is taken there is no turning back
we all must be free to see change unfolding slowly in a pod | img2poems |
slapdash : the tourists scatter a white heron
burnt-through wing and terrified
about to die puddle of fire ants in an unward creep | img2poems |
everything at once was tangled in blood
each face each idol red everywhere
blood swept over the sun washing away its gold | img2poems |
the moon erupted with blood its silver extinguished
the sky promised a morning of blood
and the night wept only blood | img2poems |
read the lunation
what it says about winter
then perfect the step | img2poems |
i can
finally reach out and touch it
and curl myself a little space | img2poems |
quick
show me your breasts before everything wakes up around us
and new buildings start to rise | img2poems |
i
the sky here is american like the blue of your eyes
the folds of your eyelids the hindu kush mountain | img2poems |
the rich vein of the hindu kush only a stony ridge
cutting across the parched soil of afghanistan
on which the primal play of progress comes to pass | img2poems |
ordained stone must give way to bared rock face
grieve not
rejoice for the spirit triumphs here | img2poems |
vii
in this part of the world the children know and have desires
to be a martyr to enter paradise to leave this life | img2poems |
pretty how you crouch in that corner scared and paranoid
you wanted to be filled in with the echo
and instead you get sucked into the void | img2poems |
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