"equable" poems - Hello Poetry

I’m not the one who sails with grace Tempestuous seas broad as the moon I’m not the one who stood in her firm legs Sorting waves of ambition with equilibrium I’m not the one who resisted equable before unearthly weather I’m not the one who faced bravely A simple stormy header I’m not the one who surfs oceans of emotions I’m the one who swims from dot to dot I’m the one who knows who I am not.

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Nov 26, 2013

Nov 26, 2013 at 10:41 AM UTC

onaono

Can't surf

I’m not the one who sails with grace Tempestuous seas broad as the moon I’m not the one who stood in her firm legs Sorting waves of ambition with equilibrium I’m not the one who resisted equable before unearthly weather I’m not the one who faced bravely A simple stormy header I’m not the one who surfs oceans of emotions I’m the one who swims from dot to dot I’m the one who knows who I am not.

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The Lion is Lion, fearsome of all, And rat is a rat, So poor so small. But when in net, Lion was trapped, One who freed lion,was that puny rat. In forest a tiger,can Pounce at prey, But can it run like,on Sand camel may. The Mango tree mighty, but ever it laugh? That I am gigantic, and you mere a grass. A serpent can bite, and Peacock a dance, But Monkey can jump, on tree by chance. A rose is so minor and banyan so tall, But in the fragrance, seen banyan to fall. Frog of a pond when, hears a cuckoo song, Does he regret his, sound hoarse, so wrong? A candle throws light, but does it complain? have pity, have mercy, please put me in rain. Can a fish fly and, Eagle a swim? Singing for cow, is always a dream. When on the branches, flutters a crow, Does ask tortoise, Why lazy, so slow? When does a panther, run fast for **** Never he worried,how does prey feel? While river gets solace, in making a flow, But Moon in its cool, ‎and Sun in its glow. A banyan is Banyan, And grass is a grass, Never judgemental & No creed, no class. The Being assigns this knowledge to man, Tranquil , equable should always remain. Seldom it care what, darkness what shine? This is the sinful or that is divine, With beauty is playful,with grave also fine. Not worried for virtue, Nor guilt it define. Always sustaining,No ego,no greed, Feed vegitation & also Feed **** What tiny what big & minow what tall, The existence provide, A shelter for all. In cloud, in thunder, in rain that you found, In roaring of lion & bird's chirping sound. If fire then glow, in human is thought, If air then flow, is water when drought. In Color is rainbow,is morning of day, In fragrance is mellow,if Sun then it's ray. In blossom of flower and growth of seed, Pervading eternal & all that you need. What right,what wrong, it never support, Although indulgent, but never put force. All that surround, but separate indeed, Such is this isness, Not captive, nor freed. Ajay Amitabh Suman ‎

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Jan 5, 2018

Jan 5, 2018 at 7:42 AM UTC

ajayamitabh7

Isness

The Lion is Lion, fearsome of all, And rat is a rat, So poor so small. But when in net, Lion was trapped, One who freed lion,was that puny rat. In forest a tiger,can Pounce at prey, But can it run like,on Sand camel may. The Mango tree mighty, but ever it laugh? That I am gigantic, and you mere a grass. A serpent can bite, and Peacock a dance, But Monkey can jump, on tree by chance. A rose is so minor and banyan so tall, But in the fragrance, seen banyan to fall. Frog of a pond when, hears a cuckoo song, Does he regret his, sound hoarse, so wrong? A candle throws light, but does it complain? have pity, have mercy, please put me in rain. Can a fish fly and, Eagle a swim? Singing for cow, is always a dream. When on the branches, flutters a crow, Does ask tortoise, Why lazy, so slow? When does a panther, run fast for **** Never he worried,how does prey feel? While river gets solace, in making a flow, But Moon in its cool, ‎and Sun in its glow. A banyan is Banyan, And grass is a grass, Never judgemental & No creed, no class. The Being assigns this knowledge to man, Tranquil , equable should always remain. Seldom it care what, darkness what shine? This is the sinful or that is divine, With beauty is playful,with grave also fine. Not worried for virtue, Nor guilt it define. Always sustaining,No ego,no greed, Feed vegitation & also Feed **** What tiny what big & minow what tall, The existence provide, A shelter for all. In cloud, in thunder, in rain that you found, In roaring of lion & bird's chirping sound. If fire then glow, in human is thought, If air then flow, is water when drought. In Color is rainbow,is morning of day, In fragrance is mellow,if Sun then it's ray. In blossom of flower and growth of seed, Pervading eternal & all that you need. What right,what wrong, it never support, Although indulgent, but never put force. All that surround, but separate indeed, Such is this isness, Not captive, nor freed. Ajay Amitabh Suman ‎

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Mirror, Mirror in the Heavens! A demeanour equable to viridity, The nascence of a lamb. The supposed handsel from the welkin! Mirror, Mirror in the Heavens! A swaying of a quixotic mind, The dance from the societal crwth; The derogation of the lamb via gibes. Mirror, Mirror in the Heavens! A continual lampoon – The spawn of a chapfallen eagle. The brainchild of a timorous creature. Mirror, Mirror in the Heavens! A diagnosis of a bird in incommunicado with flight; A late palpation, albeit. The societal routine…

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Jun 30, 2020

Jun 30, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC

Zinnae

Mirror, Mirror in the Heavens...

Mirror, Mirror in the Heavens! A demeanour equable to viridity, The nascence of a lamb. The supposed handsel from the welkin! Mirror, Mirror in the Heavens! A swaying of a quixotic mind, The dance from the societal crwth; The derogation of the lamb via gibes. Mirror, Mirror in the Heavens! A continual lampoon – The spawn of a chapfallen eagle. The brainchild of a timorous creature. Mirror, Mirror in the Heavens! A diagnosis of a bird in incommunicado with flight; A late palpation, albeit. The societal routine…

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if i were to draw up a manifesto there would be nothing new just the same old platitudes! (so unlikely as the years pass..) water and electricity would be in the governments hands.. that goes for trains and all essential services.. there would be a building of houses-at a fixed rent affordable to all-a decent minimum wage rigidly enforced.. income tax would fixed at 30 percent 65 and 90.. along those lines.. something to share.. we would make an equable society vivisection illegal.. like wise poverty for the old.. and children.. the arms industry folded off shore banking a thing of the past.. teachers treated with respect and paid likewise.. likewise garbage collectors etc.. the nhs would have whatever it needs.. dentists,vets,lawyers,the city.. would bleed.. there would be howls of protest from the rich and wealthy but they may leave.. though there money would stay.. after so many years of their dominance and just look about.. capital has failed only but the few.. getting fewer.. so a few ideas off the top.. so much fairy dust still can´t hurt to dream who knows..

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Aug 31, 2017

Aug 31, 2017 at 4:47 AM UTC

michael-john

a few ideas..

if i were to draw up a manifesto there would be nothing new just the same old platitudes! (so unlikely as the years pass..) water and electricity would be in the governments hands.. that goes for trains and all essential services.. there would be a building of houses-at a fixed rent affordable to all-a decent minimum wage rigidly enforced.. income tax would fixed at 30 percent 65 and 90.. along those lines.. something to share.. we would make an equable society vivisection illegal.. like wise poverty for the old.. and children.. the arms industry folded off shore banking a thing of the past.. teachers treated with respect and paid likewise.. likewise garbage collectors etc.. the nhs would have whatever it needs.. dentists,vets,lawyers,the city.. would bleed.. there would be howls of protest from the rich and wealthy but they may leave.. though there money would stay.. after so many years of their dominance and just look about.. capital has failed only but the few.. getting fewer.. so a few ideas off the top.. so much fairy dust still can´t hurt to dream who knows..

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