Poems to Ponder - Hello Poetry

Sep 2014

SG Holter

When admitting own flaws
Rather than pointing out
Those of the other,
Compromise paves the road
To shared progress;
Forgiveness goes
Four ways.

Sep 2014

K Balachandran

Hold back that wanton gun

The gun, gleaming in the darkness of subconscious
a phallus, stiff and red with frustration.
Then, this hallucination suddenly erupts
in the crowded netherworld, dark interiors:
a doubt, whether those thrusting *******
and pouty lips tempt onlookers to make up their minds?
Are there daggers hidden in those eyes, that confront?

Hold back the wanton gun and thought that stray;
be guarded when handling those, demons
breathe deeply, wait a minute, bring sanity back in position,
learn the essentials of gun control, if you want
undisturbed sleep in your bed, all nights
Love thyself, aware of the bindings of love, the light, smiles.

#life #frustration #subconscious

Sep 2014

Anubis the Philosomancer

Cities nullify Stars

Our city lights,
however small in comparison,
nullify the countless Stars
of the wondrous night Sky.

Perhaps
this is analogous to how
things that seem to be
so very close,
so very small,
so very benign,
so very familiar,
so very attainable;
things of our conscious creation;
can preclude even the very awareness
of far greater,
far more beautiful,
far more powerful things;
both external and internal;
both transient and eternal;
and why we must
take great care
and
act with great tact
and
act with immense respect
if
we, as mortals:
curators of reality;
are to be trusted
with such effervescent potency.

Sep 2014

Pradip Chattopadhyay

In that april shadow

She lives alone in a rented pigeonhole
with a lone window forbidden from sky
her skins now a parched scroll
in her eyes no more sparks’ fly!

In that april shadow as she stood at the stair
she looked an absurd ghost from faraway time
the world moved on but little did she care
rested her beauty cocooned sublime!

From across years looked her ethereal face
as if she knew the question haunting me
enough to shatter her fragile happiness

why you never did marry!

Perhaps I had my fill in that first moon crush
when my caged heart was dreaming to be free
pierced her words the evening hush

*one love was enough for me.

as always, poems are true stories.

Sep 2014

Traveler

NOW ABOUT THAT SAND (JOE COLE)

Pick up one grain of sand from the Atlantic coast
Carried it to the Pacific coast and set it down
Repeat until every last grain has been moved
This is but a drop of time in the bucket of eternity

In the overall scheme of the universe
We are equivalent to a single subatomic particle
Spinning sporadically inside one of the many atom
Which make up a single grain of sand
Yet the possession of our soul somehow
Makes us very significant!

Traveler Tim re to 02/19

Sep 2014

Traveler

SUCH IS VANITY

Can you show me where love has gone
Like a missing chord in some sappy song
I have searched until I no longer care
Finding comfort in such despair

A rain of wonder fell upon
A land of broken dreams
Left its rainbow bright and brilliant
As any dreamer ever dreamed
No sooner did these dreams come true
The cloud returned to gray
And left me in this dreamland
Lost within the haze

Can we return to the passage
Where the answers seem so clear
Where the angel of the constellations
Dried up swelling tears
Where love and dreams walked hand in hand
Through eternity evermore
Where honesty and true compassion
Were the key to heaven’s door

Instead I wake up to this madness
Of constant give and take
Where the trees of life hardly bend
Before your spirit breaks
And a broom that sweeps the broken pieces
Underneath the rug of yesterday
Guided by the hands of time
To which we all have fallen slaves ...

Traveler Tim
re to 02-17

Sep 2014

Traveler

OUT OF PHASE AND ADRIFT

Breathe the world in, then let it out
As we contemplate what life is really about
Perhaps it’s a mark upon the world we’re meant to leave
Or some final truth we’re supposed to perceive

Then again maybe we allow ourselves
To be deceived
By the views of science and these religions
We feel compelled to believe
Yet what is it, as sentient beings that we really need?

I observed two lovers blemished by hard life and circumstance
Yet they held tight to true romance
The radiance of their love for each other shone
With the brilliance and beauty of the Kosmos

Two parts come together and on into infinity as a greater whole
Yet I am but a fragment broken and adrift
Out of phase and in no position to repair the rift
So allow me to impart to you these words
Find love before the meaning becomes a blur...

Sep 2014

Antonio

Day Eight

         On
  the
      Eighth
day,
    Amnesia
was
      created.
Because
         dreams
  can
       never
   die.

~~~

Sep 2014

r

mercy

mercy-
left town
on a late night train-
running again
with no place left to go

and all tracks look the same
when the lights are burning low

mercy-
don't come knocking
'round my door
-anymore

mercy-
I need mercy-
I need some more

and all tracks look the same
when the lights are burning low

mercy-
where she's gone
i don't know

-mercy.

r ~ 9/14/14

\¥/\
| mercy
/ \

Sep 2014

K Balachandran

Liar, liar, Iam eclipsed gently by your penumbra

On the top of the white marble steps, her pedestal
she stands tall, head held high up in the clouds
that one moment I forgive all her sins
for the self abandonment that deceives all of us.
It makes her an original,
though feeble minded, vainglorious, unabashed
self-deceptive about her past,
distorting light within to create darkness
each and every fact twisted
the way she wants others to believe,
see her gait, all are compelled
to view her grandeur as one of a kind.
She sings and her emotions flow like a river,
one can hardly find any flaw in her technique.
Eclipsed by her penumbra,I have no escape,
love her the way one loves a burned out life.

#femme #deception #seduction #fatal #attraction #fatale

Sep 2014

eunsung aka Silas

deep wounds

wounds on the surface are easier to heal,
then the deep wounds I experienced as a child.

sometimes my old wounds of my heart rub against
the wounds of others, and in the confusion we lash out
against each other, when in fact we are reliving an old pain.

when I embrace my brokenness, somehow I can move forward.
in loving my self and extending forgiveness and gentleness to
my own heart, I am able to extend love when someone I meet
bring their wounds forward.

slowly but surely, my deep wounds guide me to a deeper surrender and deeper trust in a loving God that holds me safe.

#pain #wounds #brokeness