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Rain falls wet upon my body,
I lay half-dormant in the gutter of my mind.
Unable to move, it worsens
Striking cold and hard.

Then brightness sifts through parting clouds,
And the sky begins to glow.
I rise, stretch and go my way
As your warmth dries my weary soul.
I realize that weather and rain is probably an overused symbol for state of mind, but these are the words that wrote themselves one particular day.

I credit my now wife of 30+ years for changing my sour disposition and showing me a positive outlook on life.
Shoaib Shawon Sep 30
One day, let's go against the current—let's be different.
Let's break this silence and find our words again.
The world is bound by its rules and laws,a cage of its own design,
So let's deny them all,
And free ourselves from the relentless clamor of everyday life.

One dawn, let's wake and be transformed.
The world won't stop if we rise late,it's true,
But we take too long to shed our rigidity.
And in that time,how many innocent children lose their homes!
How many young hearts surrender their hope,
How many fresh lives are wasted,needlessly!

Perhaps we lack the power to change it all,
Perhaps we have little to give.
But instead of enduring in silence,
Let us choose to be different.
Let us choose to despise the beast in our world,
And let us learn,fiercely, to love again.
Nat Lipstadt Sep 30
this verbal wishing well, appreciated,
a nut of good intentions but drives me
deeper into de-spare-ing  downing detentions,
for it is only the article's genuine genius,
that elevates the human spiritus, to godlike status

no ditty this, but a wail, shriek, for
human touch is gift so greatest,
that any day passing without
either, neither but both, 'tis one
truly wasted,
a deduction on our
calculus of inited^ human intuitions,
a failure of our greatest inventions

a subtraction of our
gainful living, a purposed ecstasy
our one and only inexact
measure of measurement
that defies pedantic notions of
things of weight or volume,
but extends our own existence

sans
the armies of embrace,
the electric elected syncing,
of the shocking sharing of
closing the borders of divided spaces,
a soft contusion, a realized illusion

a de minimus of our days,
a lessening of our lessons,
a loss of earning livingness,
a nail in our coffined basket,


and here to cease without surcease,
the elemental incalculable numbered
members of our total human races,
that so tragic in  a twenty four expiry,
that the bonding of affection goes
unexpressed...

offer you my armory of arms,
cleanse us both with showered kisses,
inform you thus of our emboldened connection,
voiding these lowlife separators of lineage divisors,
what matter color, gender, chosen god nomenclature,
any of this nonsensical human inventions for distancing
divested human beings from each other


tho eyes closed, and all our senses flaring,
when we confirm what we were born knowing,
there is nothing greater than the human touch


PostScript

my first and best poem of the day,
how it came to me goes unbeknownst,
but will practice what is preached
with any and all willing encountered souls,
and perhaps, come-end of day, will write,
once more, one more, re heaven on earth

7:02am
Tue Sep Thirty
Two Thousand and Twenty Five.                                                       nml
^
"Inited" is the simple past and past participle of the word "init," which means to start, set going, or to be the first process started during a computer's boot-up sequence. The word "inited" is typically used in a computing context, referring to a system that has gone through its initialization process

^^
see this poem: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/438236/nothing-is-so-healing-as-the-human-touch/
Masi Roberto Sep 27
Risveglio

Nel risveglio della mente,
trovo la pace che cercavo da sempre.

Ogni pensiero si dissolve nel vento,
ogni parola si perde nel silenzio.

Eppure, nel cuore,
c’è una verità
che non ha bisogno di essere detta.

Perché nel risveglio,
ci si incontra davvero,
nel profondo.

— Masi Roberto © 2025


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Awakening

In the awakening of the mind,
I find the peace I had always sought.

Every thought dissolves in the wind,
every word is lost in silence.

And yet, within the heart,
there is a truth
that needs no words to be spoken.

For in awakening,
we truly meet,
in the depths.

— Masi Roberto © 2025
🇮🇹 Poesia tratta dalla mia raccolta bilingue pubblicata su Amazon.
🇬🇧 Poem from my bilingual poetry collection published on Amazon.
Masi Roberto Sep 24
ACH-NAH

Gli uomini camminano liberi,
tra il bene e il male,
ognuno guida la propria vita
senza comprendere il mistero.

Il corpo soffre,
l’anima custodisce,
ma non è questo il loro compito:
non sanno guarire,
non sanno rivelare.

Solo lo Spirito conosce,
solo lo Spirito attende,
e quando si risveglia
si fa voce,
si fa guida,
si fa luce per l’anima smarrita.

ACH-NAH non è parola,
è la potenza che apre immensi mondi:
chi l’ascolta
troverà comprensione,
guarigione,
cammino.

Masi Roberto © 2025


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ACH-NAH (English Version)

Humans walk in freedom,
between good and evil,
each one steering their own life
without grasping the mystery.

The body suffers,
the soul contains,
but this is not their task:
they cannot heal,
they cannot reveal.

Only the Spirit knows,
only the Spirit waits,
and when it awakens
it becomes voice,
it becomes guide,
it becomes light for the lost soul.

ACH-NAH is not a word,
it is the power that opens immense worlds:
whoever listens to it
will find understanding,
healing,
and a path.

Masi Roberto © 2025
IT: Una poesia sul risveglio dello Spirito come guida dell’anima.
EN: A poem about the awakening of the Spirit as the soul’s guide.
[ Poet’s Note :  This is the second of two poems personifying Truth ]

NATURE OF TRUTH : Part Two

Truth shot point blank through
the centre of her forehead
blood spurting, soiling fine furs of
humanoids at play with slick lies
and shallow Hansard words
trying to acupuncture Truth

Blood that stains and weeps and
                                   weeps
blood that runs and will not hide
Truth collapsing in a heap in a corner
                                   rise up again !
pulled firmly by the hair with wide
                                      open fingers
Truth rise and rise and rise

dance with Courage
find amethysts in hard hearts of fear
cradle them to Moon for blessing
connect with fluffy clouds where little
girls see God

Truth !  be washed by midnight rain
plait yourself softly with invisible links
where choralists sing falsettos in
unbroken voices

Truth then waltzes with Love
women with baby curls taste
                                       hot bread

Truth springs up again and again
She rises from oceans and
mountains forever and ever

Right here !

©GhairoDanielsPoetryandSong1990
Part I: The Journey

The sky unscrolls a veil of fire,
the earth inhales a womb entire.
Mountains murmur, rivers bend—
all things arise, dissolve and transcend.

The moon's pale hush, the sun's fierce call
trace shadows cast beyond them all.
The tide surrenders to the land—
no struggle, only open hand.

In every stone a silent ache;
in every leaf the wind’s live wake.
My breath not born of lung or throat
moves through the marrow, keeps it afloat.

What gives is vast and gives through all
yet mind forgets and fears the fall.
It names the love then runs from flame—
it seeks the path, then veils my name.

My soul recalls what time erased:
a rhythm lost, a fire faced.
Through fog and fracture, ash and bone,
it follows songs the stars have known.

Desire appears in shifting guise—
a thousand forms and a million eyes.
Each one a mirror lit by flame,
each one a wound that speaks my name.

And still, the Light behind the play
does not withdraw and does not decay.
It waits beneath the thrum of thought,
unmoved, untouched, yet always sought.

Not skyward— no, not upward throne—
it hums within the blood, the bone.
Let rising fall, let seeking cease:
The fire remains and the fire is peace.

The timeless ones, the inward wise,
did not pursue the fading prize.
I drank the dark and kissed the storm,
and vanished back to formless form.

No titles clung, no names endured—
yet through their hush, the world was cured.
And here the trace of footless feet—
Where I dissolve, where we all meet.
The One Within the Silence is a triptych journey through seeking, surrender, and return. Blending mystical imagery with deeply personal reflection, it explores what lies beneath striving the quiet fire that never fades. From the ache of longing, to the breaking of ego, to the discovery of peace within, my poems invite you into a contemplative space where silence becomes home.
Draumgaldr Jul 23
It was winter when I descended into the river,
Descended to beseech her to teach me about her flow—
On a dark night where beasts and fiends shake and quiver,
Where the only light was her silky, glistening glow.

Upon her arms I knelt humbly as I
Shivered.
Before her majesty, I was struck with frightening awe.
I cried and cried, and with hazy eyes I prayed to be delivered,
And then I heard her speak—
What frightening things she spoke.
The river does not whisper answers.
It drowns you in them.
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