#probing - Hello Poetry

I talk to the water and the spring, it's deeper source, without words, it heals me, I receive the benediction, to clouds and seething sea waves too,I, my eyes speak transcending mind, I reach out to the gentle forces of nature send my thoughts to plants and animals, they are very kind. "Would you keep quiet for a while?" I hear my request to myself as if I am somebody different, from what I wish to be.I am astonished at myself, it's the ability to commune with silence. I go back to the mind of nature wordless, in meditation hope that I would be the one I wish, the elders have told us all that is to be done.Needs to be just the link. I want to stop my babbling that makes words lose their, inherent potency I get this nagging question, repeatedly do I respect the word, utmost and be in it's ring of friends and lovers? the fewer you use words I feel the word will desire you more But how do I forge the emotional bond with each word I woo and make my own? I seek the answer in 'Aum" I invoke a word to come out of the beehive of my buzzing brain, a cosmos,where they compete with each other to fly out to forests far in search of flowers secreting honey, dense with pollen. I hear the drone of the word, on it's journey to distant gardens.I acknowledge it's clarity of intentions purity of singular thought which fills heart with sweetness the bee, is a 'brahmachari' single minded 'yogi' after the ultimate meaning;I, wish to let the word be and with it

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Apr 19, 2016

Apr 19, 2016 at 8:20 AM UTC

k-balachandran

Let the word speak it's heart

I talk to the water and the spring, it's deeper source, without words, it heals me, I receive the benediction, to clouds and seething sea waves too,I, my eyes speak transcending mind, I reach out to the gentle forces of nature send my thoughts to plants and animals, they are very kind. "Would you keep quiet for a while?" I hear my request to myself as if I am somebody different, from what I wish to be.I am astonished at myself, it's the ability to commune with silence. I go back to the mind of nature wordless, in meditation hope that I would be the one I wish, the elders have told us all that is to be done.Needs to be just the link. I want to stop my babbling that makes words lose their, inherent potency I get this nagging question, repeatedly do I respect the word, utmost and be in it's ring of friends and lovers? the fewer you use words I feel the word will desire you more But how do I forge the emotional bond with each word I woo and make my own? I seek the answer in 'Aum" I invoke a word to come out of the beehive of my buzzing brain, a cosmos,where they compete with each other to fly out to forests far in search of flowers secreting honey, dense with pollen. I hear the drone of the word, on it's journey to distant gardens.I acknowledge it's clarity of intentions purity of singular thought which fills heart with sweetness the bee, is a 'brahmachari' single minded 'yogi' after the ultimate meaning;I, wish to let the word be and with it

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On my way to home Every evening I notice her Looking through the window of the shop! Observed, “She is looking at me and smile! Always stand near by the window!” For no reason misses the time! Looking through the window of the shop, “Her sprawling look and smile Remove all the exhaustion from me, Pep up from side to side With the dreams to meet her! Talk to her!” Every evening I noticed her, Looking through the window of the shop! For last thirteen years Every evening I noticed her Looking through the window of the shop! “To-day! Stepped up Through stairway Get into the shop, With all the dreams, Rushed to the window and searching for her”! Noticed, a strained model with garb put on there .... ..............................! “ Feeling thirsty Tiredness encircled with....... ......................... Trying hard to Pull me and reach home!

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Jun 6, 2014

Jun 6, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC

jayanra-kr-sarma

Probing her

On my way to home Every evening I notice her Looking through the window of the shop! Observed, “She is looking at me and smile! Always stand near by the window!” For no reason misses the time! Looking through the window of the shop, “Her sprawling look and smile Remove all the exhaustion from me, Pep up from side to side With the dreams to meet her! Talk to her!” Every evening I noticed her, Looking through the window of the shop! For last thirteen years Every evening I noticed her Looking through the window of the shop! “To-day! Stepped up Through stairway Get into the shop, With all the dreams, Rushed to the window and searching for her”! Noticed, a strained model with garb put on there .... ..............................! “ Feeling thirsty Tiredness encircled with....... ......................... Trying hard to Pull me and reach home!

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It seems so innocuous the first few times, An innocence and an unknowing. It's fine. "But, I mean, where is your FAMILY from?" Sure. And I'll explain: that is complicated. My patience wears out pretty fast nowadays So I try to bite back all the bitterness When faced with the expectant empathy A vivisectionist might spare the dead. So I dissect myself with a practiced ease: My mother came from Guyana, a bounty land She fled so long ago. I never ask her why. My father wasn't much of one. We don't talk. Me? I'm from the most hated place on this Earth: New Jersey. They always seem to expect that. A simple answer for a simple question, And I know they only asked because they meant "How come you don't look like me, so tall and dark?" And I'd smile if they were honest about it.

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Nov 7, 2018

Nov 7, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC

chirurgeon

like coffee with too much cream

It seems so innocuous the first few times, An innocence and an unknowing. It's fine. "But, I mean, where is your FAMILY from?" Sure. And I'll explain: that is complicated. My patience wears out pretty fast nowadays So I try to bite back all the bitterness When faced with the expectant empathy A vivisectionist might spare the dead. So I dissect myself with a practiced ease: My mother came from Guyana, a bounty land She fled so long ago. I never ask her why. My father wasn't much of one. We don't talk. Me? I'm from the most hated place on this Earth: New Jersey. They always seem to expect that. A simple answer for a simple question, And I know they only asked because they meant "How come you don't look like me, so tall and dark?" And I'd smile if they were honest about it.

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They’ve got all the hardware They don’t care for footwear Grey guys with a shiny craft Their telepathy gives me the creeps They analysed me for weeks And asked me how I had crashed Intergalactic narcotics Cosmological erotics Kept me in a state of bliss They’re from another realm And now I feel overwhelmed I don’t think that probe will fit. Aliens really ******* give me the creeps Technologically advance but ***** beasts they like how my skin is silky and pink Genders mean nothing to them I think. Somehow my spaceship is fixed They’ve been busy and quick I feel like a brand new man They space ghost me and leave Hope I don’t have any space transmitted disease But now I can leave for home yes I can. Aliens really ******* give me the creeps Technologically advance but ***** beasts they like how my skin is silky and pink Genders mean nothing to them I think.

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May 5, 2025

May 5, 2025 at 2:38 PM UTC

BardofBlyth

Aliens

They’ve got all the hardware They don’t care for footwear Grey guys with a shiny craft Their telepathy gives me the creeps They analysed me for weeks And asked me how I had crashed Intergalactic narcotics Cosmological erotics Kept me in a state of bliss They’re from another realm And now I feel overwhelmed I don’t think that probe will fit. Aliens really ******* give me the creeps Technologically advance but ***** beasts they like how my skin is silky and pink Genders mean nothing to them I think. Somehow my spaceship is fixed They’ve been busy and quick I feel like a brand new man They space ghost me and leave Hope I don’t have any space transmitted disease But now I can leave for home yes I can. Aliens really ******* give me the creeps Technologically advance but ***** beasts they like how my skin is silky and pink Genders mean nothing to them I think.

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