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Mark Wanless Apr 2018
"The Glory"

The glory of the universe
Is formed between the ears
Thoughts are reality
Aspects of eternity
Flowing aimlessly
Through the mind
Until we shape them
We create our own world
Within
Influenced by
The without
Sometimes
Even controlled
sarthak vadalkar Mar 2018
The he who rose above all the pain
The he who fought against all the odds,
When found himself amidst the inevitable
To salute him, bowed down a hundred gods.

For whom the nation was always first
Stood determined under the starless sky,
Rains of bullets couldn't **** his soul
He became immortal, as death felt shy.

Death of flesh that came with pride
Upon the red ocean his body lied,
To protect her, fought till his last breath
Seeing this sight, the motherland cried.
A little attempt of tribute to all the soldiers and real heroes, who always put their national duty above all.
Annete Mar 2018
The distorted beauty perception
These girls have
All because you’ve told them
What they are and aren’t.

Bold sacrifices
Of timorous females
All for your only
Empyreal praise

There is no harm for you
To give them the sky
And see their glory
In the morning light.

For that every girl
Is a stardust
In her own shape and color,
In her light.

For that every girl
A tidal wave
Of glowing morning
And a silent night.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Drench in a rain
On the very lonely day
Trust to open eyes
Can't escape a formidable hole
Society filled with energy vampires
Welcome to the horizon of belief
Obsessed over a details
A drop of rain, change its form
Natures’ laws that never change
Supernal glory
Voice of the omnipotent
Walking side by side
With a God’s soul
Transcendental height
Avenue of belief
Real quest for the self
Science or religion?
Life is undefined
Death is, both, science and religion
Death is, the loss of presence
Absolute being
In absence of shades of grey
Stand facing mirror, If see nothing.
It’s the absolute self
Faithfulness towards faith

Piece of advice
Science with religion
Let’s stop here in wonder mute
Genre: Spiritual
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
Domina Gamboa Feb 2018
Flowers? I won’t give you flowers ‘coz you are the flower...

Like a sunflower that brightens up my day.
Like the rose petals as soft as your skin, I say.
Like the colorful tulips, so showy like your kindness.
Like a jasmine, very fragrant and full of sweetness.

Like the daisy, sweetheart of everyone you meet.
Like the purple orchids, you are my most favorite.
Like a lily, fleur-de-lis of purity and fragility.
Like a stargazer, watching over in tranquility.

But of all the flowers, you are the most unique.
Nothing can ever surpass your beauty and physique.
Your values are very clear and very outright.
Not to mention your nature is as beautiful as the sunlight.

I hope, like every flower that blooms each day,
your splendor will always be the same.
Because happiness radiates from you.
It’s so contagious, that it affects me, too.
And yes! You are already the flower.
I hope one day, I’ll receive one or even two.
He dances
O his locks of hair
Disheveled in glory
Spread in all directions
O this universe
Is  its extent!
And it's expanding.
He is Sundareshwara
The enchanting householder
As Vishnu holds his hand
As he takes life's vows
With Parvati
He's also
The enchanting mendicant
He resides in his abode
Of tapa
Isolation, purity
Mount Kailasa
O he's but Shiva!
Mahashivaratri!
Salma Elaouni Feb 2018
Son of Peleus
Lord of the sword
Fill my wounds with whatever filled yours
And I will chant of the wars you haven't gone on
We'll spill our drinks for the sake of glory
And curse the gods for failing our story
Son of Nymph
Drain my chest of whom it beats to
Skin it open and tear it apart
I am stuck
Stuck in a ship graveyard
Where ghosts speak my name in a lullaby
Send me an anchor
Pull me aboard
We'll sail to whatever land you command
And match our scars to whatever made us stand
Son of Peleus
Soldier of your own
Take me a rebel of another time
I am filled with wrath
And you have already gone that path
showyoulove Feb 2018
Holy is Your name, exalted above all
On every ear and heart may the Good News fall.
Glory to you God, Name above all Names
For, your greatness, the earth and angels proclaim.
Every fiber sings to your majesty Lord;
Words of love and truth, from every tongue, are poured.
The rocks cry out in wonder: the very air is alive,
The very ground upon which we walk is sanctified.
We sing out your praises as they saturate the sky,
A sacrifice most pleasing to you: The Most High!
Fingerprints of two
Don't match
O no one has the
Same genes
O quizzing
Is in his blood line
Not mine
Feeling bizarre?
O in this world
You find many similar ones
If not equal
Just like similar triangles
Not all of them
Are congruent
Similarity is in
Abundance
Let us all come together
To make this world
A better place
Every cloud has a silver lining,
You know
But every person also does
Let's combine
All of these precious things
The best of each one of us
To create a perfect
Harmonic equation
O if you can't find them
You are probably
Veiled disillusioned
But try at least
At least
We won't need
The Kalinga war
To change you
From chandasoka
To dhammasoka
O let all the bherighosa(sound of war drums)
Become dhammaghosa(sound of peace)
O peace has a sound?
Yes ,it does
Telling us
O you are the beloved of the gods
Devanampiya Piyadassi!
John Alex Jan 2018
Long ago, there was a man who stood
On the outskirts of a village he once fought for
The gates were rusted, painted with blood
With prejudice he was banished by the conqueror

"You shall set foot in these grass no more
Or set your gaze upon the town's sunsets
You shall not walk, cruise, or pass its stones
Do so and be met with blades and arrows."  

With great grit he smiled
As if he was welcomed with beer and wine
As if the banners were hung
As if the people sang the song of victory  

"If it is your decree, my majesty then
I shall leave my home, my people
I shall flee to the West,
And towards it I shall run endlessly."

With vigor and aplomb he added;
"But my king, you shall not forget
That a man who treads the West
Is destined to reach the East again."

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown
So days, weeks, years yet not long after,
He who once renounced a marvelous knight
Became he who shouts at passing rats

One day while begging alms with cupped palms
His ears, wrinkled and old but still clear; heard a familiar voice
And his eyes, sank by time and forlorn,
Witnessed the return of the stars, the moon, the sun

“I have walked, ran, and rode in my journey
I have met, slain, and aided people in my journey
Yet in the wars I’ve fought during my voyage,
None was harder than what you’ve put me through.”

“And now I return.”
The king, now a mere vagabond, closed his eyes
Hearing the familiar sound of a sword unsheathing, he whispered
“And now you return.”
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