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"gama" poems
I conquered vast pieces of land. I ruled green patches and sand. I am Akbar, I am Aurangzeb, I am Alexander, I am emperor, I am man. I discovered places which were unseen and unknown, sometimes with my friends and sometimes alone, I am da Gama, I am Polo, I am columbus, I am explorer, I am man. I constructed beautiful mosques and castles, see this Taj, as if it was built by Angels. I am Ustad Ahmed, I am Master james, I am Sinan, I am architect, I am man. I take rational approach to solve life's mystery, through biology, physics and chemistry. I am Jabir, I am Newton, I am Einstein, I am scientist, I am man. I have turned upside down many nations, my thoughts and writings can inspire generations. I am Marx, I am plato, I am socrates, I am philosopher, I am man. I crossed boundaries of earth to reach space, Even on moon you can find my trace. I am Aldrin, I am Gagarin, I am Armstrong, I am astronaut, I am man. I shape words like a sculptor with delicate touch, my few words can convey so much. I am Iqbal, I am Kabir, I am Wordsworth, I am poet I am man. I Stayed for nine months in her womb, her love and kindness made a man in me to bloom, She is sister, she is wife, she is mother, she is woman, Yes, I am man because of a woman.
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC
I AM MAN
Deambula por los barrios más oscuros de Madrid una joven de ojos claros y labios carmesí. Pregona a viva voz su mercancía variada; pócimas para el amor, felicidad enfrascada. Los clientes extasiados le suplican "¡Venid!"; su gama de productos les induce al frenesí. A mí honestamente no me interesa nada más que su sonrisa y su piel inmaculada. Cruzamos la mirada y me acerco lentamente; siento en mi interior una alegría antes carente. Compartimos un saludo, un beso, una caricia. ¿Quién podía adivinar que escondía tanta malicia? Tomamos una copa y charlamos vagamente. Reímos y lloramos. Nos besamos tiernamente. Desnudó ante mí su cuerpo y me amó sin justicia, pues ahora entiendo; su intención era fictica. Aún sin amarme me entregó lo que añoro. Su cuerpo junto al mío fue para mí un tesoro. Su **** tan dulce. Su entrega pasional. Mi mano en sus senos y un "Te quiero" banal. Al llegar el alba vi que se había marchado. Ese fue el fin de nuestro amor condenado. El vacío que causó me ha dejado malherido. Se llevó mi corazón y lo vendió al olvido.
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Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC
Traficante De Sentimientos.
In the silent mornings or in the silent nights there is a hunch there is a thigh there is a panther I try to catch your shoulders using a violin as a butterfly net but if your hair chimes it's because it's dreaming if your eyelid blossoms it's because of the wind if your hand howls it's because it's night if your ears sleep it's because they're famished if your shoes laugh it's because they're thinking and if your shoulders take flight it's because it's very late If your hand falls silent it's because it's a seashell if your veins race it's because of the mandrake if the thigh listens it's because there are still leaves if the blood foams it's the fault of the umbrellas If your frock screams it's because it's dying if your shadow flickers it's because it's burning if your fingernail sits on the curtains it's because they're violet if your foot whinnies it's because of the clouds if the lungs fall asleep it's because it's dark and if your shoulders choke it is assuredly because of the trees. Gellu Naum, Vasco da Gama and other pohems, Humanitas Publishing House, Bucharest, 2007
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Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 7:08 AM UTC
"In the Silent Mornings"
“extra condoms” (explicit!) a title deposited in the poem-to-do file/notebook, with no body yet to follow through on or upon which she tumbles to, an irresistible unrepentant crooked finger hook line and she is sinker stinker caught, worming in her feigned anger current curiosity comes fast and furious further, demeanor—demanding ex-explain-nations, how could this ever be a poem? stare ferocious, I am the prettiest pretense of a pride incarnation hu-mane incarnate call me in another language Vasco da Gama a sea route to India will uncover on your worldly tattooed body, drawing maps as we go along devour her neck with stingless bites, explorer voyager a rambunctious tongue undenied, every space in and between needs   surging surgical tastings, erupting into her indentations, inserting her appendages into my places where they have a business going-knowing just in case that’s the one! secret passageway canal holy crossing crossover later she whacks me because the question goes unanswered and no sheath employed when my tongued fingers are ten times more demanding and supple and supply the exploratory course closing with spices and woven silks in Indian colors vibrations *why then, extra? god she is so lovely locomotive annoying! to peak you peeking to see your astounding astonishment, you are our provisions for a sea voyage and put the risk in, the trigger in, when wherever you see the world-word,* extra
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May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
“extra condoms” (explicit!)
In a room among newspapers from far-away climes like a tame animal like a marvelous man you love yourself                                                          and sit on the edge      of the bed with your palms on your knees or absolved of birth and death you stroke your pumice-stone                                                                                                   cheek until the sun crosses the other side next to the photograph of the happy child who is piddling on                                                                                          a blue shore Then every thing returns regroups as though in a boiling fog in which things are mended among the obscure plantations of chance And alongside a woman carefully hangs out the clothes of the drowned lover and                                                                                           speaks to them the one who still seeks you in the black bones of the                                                                                                 butterflies And while you wander lost through the mists of a powerful                                                                                                  manhood past the spades left on the fresh molehill or gaze at the swaying of the two stakes ****** into the shore or lie down on the ground and the wind covers your face with                                             thistles brought who knows whence a great sadness brings back the lunar landscape of her tired                                                                                             shoulders and there are no more words but her whisper are things which                                                                                                         settle everywhere filling the ripped silence of the train's screech her whispers are the water gathered over the prints of her                                                                                   soles after the last rain but a simple turn of the key is enough for you to be able to hear the slow flowing of time by your dampened socks or the heavy breathing of the roots and again you dream the blue shore  at the end of the river on which we ruminate our enchanted abandonment Gellu Naum, Vasco da Gama and other pohems, Humanitas Publishing House, Bucharest, 2007
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
"The Blue Shore"
In a room among newspapers from far-away climes like a tame animal like a marvelous man you love yourself                                                          and sit on the edge      of the bed with your palms on your knees or absolved of birth and death you stroke your pumice-stone                                                                                                   cheek until the sun crosses the other side next to the photograph of the happy child who is piddling on                                                                                          a blue shore Then every thing returns regroups as though in a boiling fog in which things are mended among the obscure plantations of chance And alongside a woman carefully hangs out the clothes of the drowned lover and                                                                                           speaks to them the one who still seeks you in the black bones of the                                                                                                 butterflies And while you wander lost through the mists of a powerful                                                                                                  manhood past the spades left on the fresh molehill or gaze at the swaying of the two stakes ****** into the shore or lie down on the ground and the wind covers your face with                                             thistles brought who knows whence a great sadness brings back the lunar landscape of her tired                                                                                             shoulders and there are no more words but her whisper are things which                                                                                                         settle everywhere filling the ripped silence of the train's screech her whispers are the water gathered over the prints of her                                                                                   soles after the last rain but a simple turn of the key is enough for you to be able to hear the slow flowing of time by your dampened socks or the heavy breathing of the roots and again you dream the blue shore  at the end of the river on which we ruminate our enchanted abandonment Gellu Naum, Vasco da Gama and other pohems, Humanitas Publishing House, Bucharest, 2007
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Masi Majangsisi Sain Noshogung Ni phrang Noh Yahong ha thaglakha.. Sainbili bo jaru phaikha Sain bo gama phairu kha, Noshkao Haa Gajao-Gurmu Khere-Khere Nojaru phaikha Dao-Daomi buthu bo Noshkao Haa Birhi-birhi thaglakha Khere-khere nokhoha khrip bo haprola phaikha Oda Horr Jalanglakha...
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Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 4:45 AM UTC
Sainbli (Dimasa poem) by Shyamal Bodosa
Diaz Diaz was from Portugal, his first Bartholomew In 1487, rounded Good Hope, bid adieu For going on to India was for Da Gama's crew King Manuel sent 13 ships with Diaz and Cabral And April 22, 1500 claimed Brazil Half the fleet, when on return, in Jones' locker laid But the six remaining, spice-filled ships for the voyage paid Da Gama Da Gama, he was Portuguese For Indian Ocean trade He sailed four ships, if you please With Indian guidance for aid 1497 is when Vasco hit the sea And sailing 'round the Cape of Good Hope, quickly found that he Would require some assistance from a local native guide Together crossing Arab sea and in Calicut ending ride But though Da Gama and the Indians didn't hit it off He still returned to Lisbon toting spices and their cloth
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC
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Beautiful beaches, beautiful nature, beautiful nature and beautiful scenery. Hippy Swivel Reyes Jikko Sakura Station, Shin Zipcard Church, Chad Puke Park, Chad Puke Park, European Mountain, Stock Park, Crown Door Center, Public Umbrella Center, William Uro Corak Award, South Tempo Statistical Center, Computer Packages Overview: These Unlimited Dollars, Towels and Toys is a French, French philosophy. What looks like American gardens? Akiko Tata, Akiko Winter, Brown Bridge, Ami Hiazipi Manichi, Robert Kerry, Reza Dada and Ramas Sharika, South Black Sea, technology transfer, Benin, China, China Little Commission, last year's high quality wild forests. The French media for media's entertainment, many natural stories, the public museum, the Swadeshi folk club, William Robbins,                                                    the Sunday Drama Drama, the Mexican Blue,                             and the rich family - legendary legends. OG is a dangerous place in Gnan Park. Many mothers in the United States are in the hospital Akum Tomo Acicci Alcoholic beverages Jack Jack CO Kharke, Hearing Brothers Bros,                                             huge revolutionary valve; Rover wandering huge unwanted chemistry, happy coffee, sugar, cheesy drugs, European Union, Red Carl Electricity, Peace Center South Carolina, Notebook William Roberts,                     Gama and Akuraai, Rip Pellas Jazz, Irish Michelle film, Anita,                           Philosophy and Body Tividhi Ura
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Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 12:27 AM UTC
Sunday Drama
Beautiful beaches, beautiful nature, beautiful nature and beautiful scenery. Hippy Swivel Reyes Jikko Sakura Station, Shin Zipcard Church, Chad Puke Park, Chad Puke Park, European Mountain, Stock Park, Crown Door Center, Public Umbrella Center, William Uro Corak Award, South Tempo Statistical Center, Computer Packages Overview: These Unlimited Dollars, Towels and Toys is a French, French philosophy. What looks like American gardens? Akiko Tata, Akiko Winter, Brown Bridge, Ami Hiazipi Manichi, Robert Kerry, Reza Dada and Ramas Sharika, South Black Sea, technology transfer, Benin, China, China Little Commission, last year's high quality wild forests. The French media for media's entertainment, many natural stories, the public museum, the Swadeshi folk club, William Robbins,                                                    the Sunday Drama Drama, the Mexican Blue,                             and the rich family - legendary legends. OG is a dangerous place in Gnan Park. Many mothers in the United States are in the hospital Akum Tomo Acicci Alcoholic beverages Jack Jack CO Kharke, Hearing Brothers Bros,                                             huge revolutionary valve; Rover wandering huge unwanted chemistry, happy coffee, sugar, cheesy drugs, European Union, Red Carl Electricity, Peace Center South Carolina, Notebook William Roberts,                     Gama and Akuraai, Rip Pellas Jazz, Irish Michelle film, Anita,                           Philosophy and Body Tividhi Ura
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Friends, this is a short poem about naming of the mutated forms of Corona virus. So far the names of the variants ‘Delta’ and‘Omicron’ have been taken from the Greek Alphabets which are 24 in number. But the Chinese who gifted the World this deadly Corona virus, have around 20,000 charters for their use. Therefore, they have a wider option to choose from for naming the virus when it mutates in China in the future. With Prayers For a Corona Free World, - Raj Nandy, New Delhi, 09 JAN. 2022 +NAMING THE CORONA VIRUS VARIANTS + MY FRIEND ASKED ME ONLY THE OTHER DAY, DO YOU KNOW THAT OMICORN VIRUS IS ALSO SHOWING FLASHES OF DELTA VIRUS THESE DAYS? I TOLD HIM I ONLY KNOW THAT THE WORD ‘CORONA’ HAS BEEN DERIVED FROM THE LATIN WORD FOR CROWN WHICH IS ‘CORONAM’, AND THAT ON 11 FEB 2020 W.H.O. NAMED THIS NEW DISEASE AS ‘COVID-19’, WHICH IS SAME AS ‘CORONAM’. IN THAT CASE HOW ABOUT THIS ‘DELTA’ AND ‘OMICRON’ MY FRIEND HAD ENQUIRED. I TOLD HIM THAT THEY ARE MUTATED VARIANTS OF CORONA, USING THE TWO LETTERS OF THE GREEK ALPHABETS BETWEEN ALPHA AND OMEGA. NOW MY FRIEND WAS AWARE THAT THERE ARE 24 LETTERS IN THE GREEK ALPHABETS. SO 22 LETTERS ARE STILL LEFT TO CHOOSE FROM, - AT A FUTURE DATE; LETTERS LIKE BETA , GAMA, LAMDA, MU, SIGMA AND UPSILON, AND SO ON. BUT THIS VIRUS SHOULD DIE DOWN BY THAT TIME I HAD HOPEFULLY REPLIED. BETWEEN ALPHA AND OMEGA THERE WOULD BE SUFFICIENT TIME! BUT IN CHINA THINGS ARE NOW GETTING OUT OF CONTROL I HAVE HEARD. EVEN FRUITS THERE ARE GETTING CONTAMINATED WITH THEIR HOME- MADE VIRUS! FOR THAT YOU NEED NOT WORRY AT ALL MY LEARNED FRIEND HAD CONFIDENTLY REPLIED. THE CHINESE HAVE MORE THAN 20,000 CHARACTERS INSTEAD OF ALPHABETS, - ON THEIR SIDE! BUT THE CHINESE HAVE TO KNOW ONLY BETWEEN 3000 AND 4000 CHARATERS FOR THEIR DAILY USAGE. WITH ENOUGH CHARACTERS TO **** THEM SEVERAL TIMES OVER, SHOULD THE VIRUS CONTINUE TO MUTATE AND SPREAD! WHILE I PRAYED FOR THIS CORONA VIRUS TO DIE DOWN AND FADE, WHICH HAS BADLY SHAKEN UP OUR WORLD AS ON DATE; BUT AS A POET I ALSO SEEKS ‘POETIC JUSTICE’ FROM THE GODS OVERHEAD, - TO PUNISH THE COUNTRY RESPONSIBLE FOR ITS INITIAL SPREAD! AMEN! -RAJ NANDY, NEW DELHI.
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Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 12:47 AM UTC
NAMING THE CORONA VARIANTS!
Friends, this is a short poem about naming of the mutated forms of Corona virus. So far the names of the variants ‘Delta’ and‘Omicron’ have been taken from the Greek Alphabets which are 24 in number. But the Chinese who gifted the World this deadly Corona virus, have around 20,000 charters for their use. Therefore, they have a wider option to choose from for naming the virus when it mutates in China in the future. With Prayers For a Corona Free World, - Raj Nandy, New Delhi, 09 JAN. 2022 +NAMING THE CORONA VIRUS VARIANTS + MY FRIEND ASKED ME ONLY THE OTHER DAY, DO YOU KNOW THAT OMICORN VIRUS IS ALSO SHOWING FLASHES OF DELTA VIRUS THESE DAYS? I TOLD HIM I ONLY KNOW THAT THE WORD ‘CORONA’ HAS BEEN DERIVED FROM THE LATIN WORD FOR CROWN WHICH IS ‘CORONAM’, AND THAT ON 11 FEB 2020 W.H.O. NAMED THIS NEW DISEASE AS ‘COVID-19’, WHICH IS SAME AS ‘CORONAM’. IN THAT CASE HOW ABOUT THIS ‘DELTA’ AND ‘OMICRON’ MY FRIEND HAD ENQUIRED. I TOLD HIM THAT THEY ARE MUTATED VARIANTS OF CORONA, USING THE TWO LETTERS OF THE GREEK ALPHABETS BETWEEN ALPHA AND OMEGA. NOW MY FRIEND WAS AWARE THAT THERE ARE 24 LETTERS IN THE GREEK ALPHABETS. SO 22 LETTERS ARE STILL LEFT TO CHOOSE FROM, - AT A FUTURE DATE; LETTERS LIKE BETA , GAMA, LAMDA, MU, SIGMA AND UPSILON, AND SO ON. BUT THIS VIRUS SHOULD DIE DOWN BY THAT TIME I HAD HOPEFULLY REPLIED. BETWEEN ALPHA AND OMEGA THERE WOULD BE SUFFICIENT TIME! BUT IN CHINA THINGS ARE NOW GETTING OUT OF CONTROL I HAVE HEARD. EVEN FRUITS THERE ARE GETTING CONTAMINATED WITH THEIR HOME- MADE VIRUS! FOR THAT YOU NEED NOT WORRY AT ALL MY LEARNED FRIEND HAD CONFIDENTLY REPLIED. THE CHINESE HAVE MORE THAN 20,000 CHARACTERS INSTEAD OF ALPHABETS, - ON THEIR SIDE! BUT THE CHINESE HAVE TO KNOW ONLY BETWEEN 3000 AND 4000 CHARATERS FOR THEIR DAILY USAGE. WITH ENOUGH CHARACTERS TO **** THEM SEVERAL TIMES OVER, SHOULD THE VIRUS CONTINUE TO MUTATE AND SPREAD! WHILE I PRAYED FOR THIS CORONA VIRUS TO DIE DOWN AND FADE, WHICH HAS BADLY SHAKEN UP OUR WORLD AS ON DATE; BUT AS A POET I ALSO SEEKS ‘POETIC JUSTICE’ FROM THE GODS OVERHEAD, - TO PUNISH THE COUNTRY RESPONSIBLE FOR ITS INITIAL SPREAD! AMEN! -RAJ NANDY, NEW DELHI.
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