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Gourab Banerjee Aug 2015
Say thanks
Whatsoever the reason
Or its beyond
Never hesitate
To utter the gratitude.
For the inherent emotions
The invisible mirror's ever there.
I swear it happens
Call it a magic
Or rename a miracle.
But never rely upon
Might be the vice versa........!!!-26.08.2015
Imminent existence was the poetry that pierced
her eyes. The thirst for evolving into a life form
that was perfectly aware of
its own beauty.

Unaware at first,
passionately later on;
she supplied me with
pieces of ink for the
enigmatic puzzle of our
momentary lives.

~ z.s
Her heart was a drum that
a rare few could ever
learn how to play.

Yet many had tried,
making herself forget
how it was to be played.

'But you' , she said, 'you make
me feel the rhythm of life again.
I don't know how to thank you.'

Leaning towards her chest,
I told her;

The sound of your heart is the
melody to my rhythm,
and when they are in union;

I am complete.


So, let me just take you in.


~ z.s
She never knew she had wings.
He never knew he could fly.

Like newly hatched butterflies,
they learned to roam the skies.


~ z.s
I stand in the forest unaware of myself...
I wish the forest would hold me,
Would take me,
Maybe it is...

Can I stand like a tree in a forest;
My feet like roots into the earth,
My arms like branches,
My fingers leaves,
Moving in the breeze...

Can I unite with the Earths as one with my surround?
Become earth and wood and branch and leaf
And live my life here in peace?

Allow me to bend in the wind,
To grow in spring
And turn my faces to the sun,
Let me drink it's warmth
And feel it awaken my heart!

Let me pass the seasons here,
Watch the moons come and go,
The days grow long and short once more,
Till even I must fade and fall...
Written 4 may 2014 after completing a long building project I went to the woods to reconnect.
Anand Prakasque Jul 2015
Shuttering winds.
Settling fingers.

Rumbling wings.
Whirling roads.

And a tale of two.
Into weave of one.

In the valley,
along stream.
The way she flows against me
Fast and slow
To and fro
As we go
The ****** we know
The waves of ecstasy
That washes or souls
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
I,
deep in sublime meditation,
become One with the Universe
This is the 1st of fifteen 10-word poems I wrote this morning, 23 June 2015.  I posted them here in the order in which I wrote them.
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
You asked me to say what I believe
What do I hold precious and why
I believe in the Glory of life on Earth
I believe it essential to fly

We live in a Universe unto itself
Its diversity not fully known
As we tread in the pathways of those gone before
Where in truth we are never alone

I believe that each enemy might be a friend
For their circumstance comes of a need
I believe that all people are One in the end
No matter their color or creed

I believe in humanity deep in the soul
Which enlightens the Spirit to see
I believe that creation was born out of love
And enables the soul to be free

30 Sept 2000
I wrote this poem in response to a late night conversation with my stepson on a sailing trip, albeit some time after.  I have read it in public on numerous occasions and it appeared online on the website of www.deist.com, which used to be a site regarding religion and philosophy, but apparently no longer exists in that form.
I slipped into her ocean
And rode upon her sea
In the midst of all our love
We mingled egg with seed
I climbed her highest mountain
And Gave her all of me
As i peaked her final wave
*She shuddered and came all over me
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