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 Jun 2014
nivek
my love sings as the nightingale sings
as all birds sing my love hides
behind all gifted songs of Earth
psalm and childrens laughter
the sound of rhythmic hammers
mankind at work with wood and metal
hearts full of life and love and singing
 Jun 2014
nivek
your touch
love
is the gentlest
 Jun 2014
nivek
birds on the air
breeze over the sea
wide flung open windows
 Jun 2014
nivek
everything is gently waving
hello hello hello
grown taller and outward
showing off their finery
a land of lush greens
all vying for recognition
gentle world of vegetation
hello hello hello
everything is gently waving
 Jun 2014
nivek
silence has claimed me
the vastness of space
has dissolved all limits
constantly pointing-
out her lover hiding
there
just over the horizon
Blushing the sky
crimson
 Jun 2014
nivek
I know the language of centuries
moulded by the tongues of its speakers
me included
I know what its like to be surrounded
by signs you have no understanding
and their painters
I know nothing at the end of any day
even with the understanding
I know only what I do not
and still believe in Angels
 Jun 2014
Marian
Summer Is The Time For Heat
And For Wildflower Blossoms

*~Marian~
It's Been A While, HP!!! :) ~~~~<3
So Here's A Random 10w Poem!!! :) ~~~~<3
I Sure Hope You All Enjoy It!! :) ~~~~<3
 Jun 2014
Amitav Radiance
A blank canvas, inspires a painter
A blank paper, inspires a poet
From a blank we can draw inspiration
They are not blank, but an empty space
Untouched with the creative juices
To be filled with different moods of hues
And written on, with the most fertile thought
From a blank, we can draw a conclusion
Inspired to come up with most enchanted sketches
As artistry is the masterstroke, drawn on a blank
An abstract idea sketched, to inspire*





© Amitav (Radiance)
 May 2014
SG Holter
To be kind and patient.
To see the child within
The heart behind a thoughtless
Mouth, and count to ten.
Treat it as such.
Be biggest.
King.  

To let the lashes heal hidden
Under a heavy cape
And not mention your pain.
Judge only
Those in need of judgement;
Leave the rest
To play.
King.

To ride into battle first; sword
Raised to an enemy campaign
And hurt only foes
With steel as wide as
The history of your beloved
Land. Win.
King.

To only wear your crown
Ceremonially.
All other days a monk; humbly
Uncovered beneath
The eyes of God.
King.
 May 2014
mûre
It takes a strange courage to submit to stasis
a gentle acceptance to admit to accordance
a small release to move with grace.

It takes a surprising effort to allow joy to enter
to reveal my belly with trust for all the world,
to allow my hangdog face to return to the kennel.

I watch many move in cool hues, violets and blues,
the slow step of broken people, crushed by crushes, worn with work
as the common connecting thread, the rope bright red held by toddlers at daycamp so no one gets lost.

Sadness has become a language, a lingo so powerful that crowded rooms have little else to say. Whomever heralds the heaviest woe wins. Misery begets fine company. I've watched friends form from frayed souls that fate has patched together, I have watched lovers born from mourning.

I'm so tired of weeping. I'm not sad anymore.

I want to throw open every pair of crossed arms I see like shutters on locked windows. I seek the bravery to tell the world how happy I truly am and accept it as something other than a defeat- I want to laugh even though it will set me apart.

If I can light up a single room it will be enough. A tiny sun may feel lonely, but if it burns bright the rest will orbit.

Never will I permit the easy current of melancholy to drown me.

No more will I hide from the beauty of my life.
 May 2014
Mike Hauser
hold on tight
to what little you see
cause it's soon not to be
what you assume it to be
if you have your doubts
on what to believe
ask the dust on the wind
floating by on the breeze

La de da
La de da de da

open your mind
take the lock off the door
take a bite of the apple
leaving the core
the needs that you have
you will need them no more
you push the button
i'll pull the cord

La de da
La de da de da

if everything's different
then why's it the same
as it collapses
at the feet of the sane
there's a certain freedom
to losing your name
the very same feeling
when memories wain

La de da
La de da de da

take out the first
the second and third
the forth one in line
will shine in it's worth
given in time
you might even unearth
the hidden rhyme
inside of this mirth

La de da
La de da de da
 May 2014
Sa Sa Ra
Reading poems today on Hello Poetry
This is what came to me as the Love
Mete with so much needs of ALL!!!

Desiderata

**Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
Editor notes
Desiderata are, technically, things considered necessary or highly desirable OR something lacked and wanted.
The poem is a list of things desirable in life.

http://allpoetry.com/poem/8574007-Desiderata_-_Words_for_Life-by-Max_Ehrmann
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