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Xant Sep 2019
The moon peeked into my house last night
It sent signals within its piercing light,
and it said come play outside if you might

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"It's pretty lonely out here in the dark,
nothing to hear but the hoot and the bark,
but I have made you a warm cozy blanket of light,
so come play outside if you might"
19/8/2019
Poetic T Sep 2019
If I were just one word,

               I'd be simply  

                             "me,
Shiv Pratap Pal Aug 2019
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T­his poem is self translated version of my Hindi language poem titled "शिव लीला" published in pratilipi on (June. 2018) Can be read through the link ==>> https://bit.ly/2Z9Z57t
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His neck has entirely turned blue due to Kalkoot, This is just a Leela of Shiva
He has taken everyone's pain and sorrow for the betterment of the world

He is the keeper of all the three loka's and also called as Trilokinath
He hold the holy Ganga in his locks, but do not drinks a drop from it

He sits on the yellow Tiger skin mat and keeps meditating for years to come
He satiates hunger by Datura and Madaar and drinks Bhang to quench thirst

He has a marvellous third eye through which all the three lokas are visible
Sitting in the Mahayoga posture, He keeps on concentrating and meditating

Brahma and Vishnu also bows before him with respect and feels blessed
Such a beautiful holy Leela of Shiva.  Nothing else but Shiva's holy Leela

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Kalkoot(Line 1): A poison generated due to Samudra Manthan ( The Churning of the Ocean by Devtas[Gods] and Asuras[Demons] )
Leela(Line 1): "Divine Play" (Just a pastime)
Shiva(Line 1): A God (The Destroyer) in Hindu Mythology

Loka(Line 3): Three three different worlds/realms. Swargaloka, the land of gods; Mrityuloka, the middle kingdom of men; and Pataloka, home of the Asuras, the fallen gods, and demons.
Trilokinath(Line 3): The Lord of the Three world/realms.

Ganga (Line 4): The Holy river whose flow and speed is controlled by the locks (Jatas - The thick hair strands) of Lord Shiiva

Datura and Madaar (Line 6): Poisonous plants (Datura stramonium and Calotropis gigantean)
Bhang (Line 6): Poisonous plants (Cannabis Plant)
Mahayoga (Line 8): Also called as Mahamudra – The Great Gesture (a posture for meditating)
The World is not real its Maya. Its the Divine Play of God
Peasant The Poet Aug 2019
Eyes elicit
smiling, tease.
Playfully ponder,
fluently please.
Lofty, loquacious,
words a'weave,
what's the message
I am to recieve?
Bhill Aug 2019
The one true thing in life is this
We are not getting out of here alive
Not one single living thing is exempt
We, as humans, do not plan for the end game
The journey towards this goal should be planned
Play, education, work, stress, family,
Illness, retirement and lastly, leaving our earthly boundaries
Is that so hard?
Yes it is....!

Brian Hill - 2019 # 206
Do agree to these words
Ylzm Jul 2019
When we are children,
   We play adults.
When we are adults,
   We play gods.
When we are gods,
    We know we are but children.
Carl D'Souza Jul 2019
I play jackstones
to relax and rejuvenate:
I hold one stone in one hand
with 4 stones on the floor,
then I throw the one stone in the air
and before I catch it
I grab off the floor as many of the 4 stones
as I am able to
then catch the one stone too.

Playing jackstones
is the simple joy
of enjoying the agile exercise of my hands
and enjoying focusing attention like meditation
on my hands and stones
instead of focusing on my struggles and sufferings.

While playing jackstones
I am simply enjoying
being alive, and
I am happy.
Bhill Jul 2019
Ode to Dogs...To Dylan

Playtime is what it sounds like
But the methods of play can change
Sometimes it's the ball, but oh my God
It's often, quite often, really strange

They run and run then plop on the ground
Panting away all their stress
They rise up and bark, then run some more
And that wears us out, I confess

How do they do it, I want to know
Stealing our hearts so complete
It's as if they know and require so little
And that fact, I know, is concrete

They sometimes require a patient hand
And sometimes that hand is stern
They learn so much and love so hard
What can we give back in return

All they do is love us,
And all they want is our joy
To know it is so simple,
Has to be some kind of ploy

Dogs are special, in all sorts of way
From service to the saving of lives
How could one such creature have all of these traits
And not even stop to think twice

To say your dog is family
Is always the way go
They come to our lives in so many ways
But leaving is harder you know

They do not fear much of anything
Except fireworks and thunder for sure
Death is not, something they fear
Because life to them is so pure

When it's time for them to leave us
And go over ”The Rainbow Bridge”
The fear of dying is not on their mind
It's the journey they take to the edge

Brian Hill - 2019 # 166
Dedicated to Dylan, (blue scarf) our 13 1/2 year old Goldlendoodle who went over the rainbow bridge today
1/31/2006 - 7/8/2019
It is so very hard to let them go.
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