"symbolising" poems
Red is the color of passion, but the passion of love
A firey burning sensation, heating and fueling lover's desire
Orange is the color of energy, blinding, and fast
Zipping through space and recharging the multiverse
Yellow is the color of friendship, sunshine and bright
Lifting frowns and bringing joy to all
Green is the color of life, growth, expansion
Of Gaia and the vibrant vivacity of Mother Earth
Blue is the color of sadness and melancholy and despair
Of the salty water of both tear and sea
Indigo is the color of calm and surging stillness, contemplation
And intellect, the color of knowledge
Violet is the color of passion also, the passion of music and art
Powerful and strong, mellowed and smooth
And octamarine is the color of magic, the eighth color of the rainbow, falling off the edge of the world into space
White and black, not contained within a rainbow, but both contain the rainbow themselves, they intertwine, yin and yang
White signifying good, pureness, gaiety, life
Black symbolising evil, taint, gloominess, death
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 10:08 AM UTC
Dear friends , this is an old poem of mine which was composed after I learnt that one of my favourite Hollywood actor Richard Gere had become a Buddhist and believed in Zen Philosophy. So having read about Zen, I composed in a simple format about the same. Hope you like it. Thanks, - Raj.
ZEN PHILOSOPHY
With roots buried deep in soils of Ancient India,
And watered by the exotic blend of three different
cultures;
Reflecting the mysticism of India, the pragmatism
of the Confucian mind, and the Taoist’s love of
naturalness and spontaneity,
Buddhism bloomed and blossomed into an exotic
flower called 'Zen Philosophy'!
In 475 AD a pupil of Buddha called Bodhidharma
went to China.
There the Mahayana School of Buddhism mingled
with Chinese Taoism, which evolved into Chan
Philosophy!
'Chan ' derived from the Sanskrit word 'dhyana',
which meant 'silent meditation', -
Through which the Buddha attained enlightenment
and salvation!
Later, in 1200 AD this Chan philosophy travelled to
the shores of Japan,
Where 'Chan' got translated to 'Zen' by its many
followers and fans!
ZEN is the art of meditation to achieve inner awakening,
To gain intuitive knowledge, highlighting the inadequacy
of logical reasoning!
It therefore advocates the practice of 'zazen' or 'sitting
meditation',
For acquiring inner awakening through silent
contemplation!
ZEN could be practised in our daily life,
Without entering a hermitage, leaving behind your
family or wife!
'Gain the naturalness of your original true nature',
- preaches the Zen Teacher through meditation,
'Rather than through mere faith and devotion,
which is contrary to Zen notion.'
'One must awaken to this present moment to feel
this life,
And not waste time in speculations of an Elusive
After-Life’!
The 'Enso' or the ‘circle’, is the Zen symbol which is
often deployed,
Symbolising Enlightenment, Strength, the Universe,
and the Void!
With this 'expression of the moment ' the Zen Philosophy
starts,
And today the ‘Enso’ is also the symbol of Expressionist
Art!
Never ask the Zen Master 'What is Zen, when, or how? ',
For he will always tell you, - 'Zen Is The Instant Now'!
- Raj Nandy, New Delhi.
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 11:17 AM UTC
We're being reckless.
Giving into temptation.
Your lips are magnetic.
Forcing mine upon yours.
Your touch is sweet.
Delicate even.
City lights shine for us.
Symbolising the spark we have.
Connection.
Desire.
Emotions.
Is this love?
Maybe.
It's the reckless kind.
The one that tears your heart out.
And leaves you breathless.
And speechless.
So conflicted.
We have 8 days.
So much could happen.
We should stop.
But being careful never enticed me.
So let's be reckless.
Let's kiss the way we did by the water.
Let's hold each other until we are one.
Let's love.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 3:29 AM UTC
I don't believe in God.
I believe in dark skinned girls
That scream Leviticus at the two
Teenagers on my second bus home.
I believe in my mother heaving
Her woes while my father
Tells me to change the channel and
Stop being so bad at life, as though
Theres a syllabus I never studied which
Teaches you that the expensive apples
Are the sweetest and the 60c ones
Will leave a bitter taste in your mouth.
I believe that you can be bad at math
But good at physics because you know
That a stone thrown from x will weigh c
And therefore get to y within k amount
Of time.
Y being you and c being me, naturally.
I believe that chewing on foil is bad
For your mouth but is a stress reliever
For all the times that your work has
Been ripped up and then thrown
Back at your face, as if symbolising
Your entire eduction.
I believe that there is a light at the
End of this tunnel but you've got to
Hold my hand while we feel the walls
For a switch.
Click.
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 9:33 AM UTC
Dedicated to all my Poet Friend, as I wish them a Merry Christmas & a Happy New Year - 2019 ! Kindly read the footnotes too. If you like it, do re-post this poem for wider circulation please! Thank You, - Raj
A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM !
* By Raj Nandy*
“We three kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we travel afar;
Field and fountain, moor and mountain, -
Following the yonder star ! “
- A Christmas Carol.
Named Casper, Melchior, and Balthasar, - @
The Three Wise Men came from the East,
Travelling west guided by a Bright Star,
To seek out the child born under this lucky
Star ;
And to pay their homage and before him kneel,
For He was to become the Savior and King !
They brought Him precious gifts of Gold,
Frankincense, and Myrrh, -
Which were also symbolic gifts by far!
Precious Gold has been a gift for royalty always,
For the baby Jesus was to become the 'uncrowned
King' one day!
Frankincense as a soothing perfume was really
good ,
Which also symbolised His future priesthood !
Myrrh as an embalming ointment was being used,
By the ancient Egyptians as a preserving perfume ! #
This gift of Myrrh was like a breath of new life -
in the prevailing gloom;
While symbolising His sorrowing, suffering
and crucifixion;
And leading to His final resurrection, -
To save mankind from their sinful affliction!
So Friends, when you celebrate Christmas this
year,
Let us with love bring hope and good cheer!
And help to wipe out those sorrowing tears, -
By giving gifts to those destitute children
and bless,
Since we generally tend to forget them always!
And let our gifts become a true symbol, -
Of His kindness and love let them reflect and
resemble!
……………………………………………………………….......................
NOTES : - @ = One 8th Century AD Manuscript says that these Three Wise Men were also astrologers, who had known about the Prophecy of the birth of Jesus who was to be the King of the Jews! They were guided by a Bright Star which had shone over the town of Bethlehem in Judea, ruled by the mad King Herod! Their three symbolic Gifts signified the King, the Priest, and the Savior of Mankind respectively! From the ‘Gospel of Matthews’ we learn that King Herod had told them to inform him about the Baby’s location! But since they had been forewarned by a dream, they returned by a different route! So Herod gave orders to **** all children 2 years and below, fearing this ‘King of the Jews’ will one day take over his throne !!
#MYRRH = was being used by the Egyptians during the 5th century BC, which they had obtained from Africa. It was used in incense, in perfumes, & in holy ointments; mostly for embalming , - signifying Jesus was to die for mankind ! Thanks for reading, – Raj.
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 8:45 AM UTC
Dedicated to Ms Valsa George & my Poet Friend, as I wish them a Merry Christmas & a Happy New Year - 2017 !
A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM !
* By Raj Nandy*
“We three kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we travel afar;
Field and fountain, moor and mountain, -
Following the yonder star ! “
- A Christmas Carol.
Named Casper, Melchior, and Balthasar, - @
The Three Wise Men came from the East,
Traveling west guided by a Bright Star,
To seek out the child born under this lucky
Star ;
And to pay their homage and before him kneel,
For He was to become the Savior and King !
They brought Him precious gifts of Gold,
Frankincense, and Myrrh, -
Which were also symbolic gifts by far!
Precious Gold has been a gift for royalty always,
For the baby Jesus was to become the uncrowned
King one day!
Frankincense as a soothing perfume was really
good ,
Which also symbolized His future priesthood !
Myrrh as an embalming ointment was being used,
By the ancient Egyptians as a preserving perfume ! #
This gift of Myrrh was like a breath of new life -
in the prevailing gloom;
While symbolising His sorrowing, suffering
and crucifixion;
And leading to His final resurrection, -
To save mankind from their sinful affliction!
So Friends, when you celebrate Christmas this
year,
Let us with love bring hope and good cheer!
And help to wipe out those sorrowing tears, -
By giving gifts to those destitute children
and bless,
Since we generally tend to forget them always!
And let our gifts become a true symbol, -
HIS kindness and love let them reflect and
resemble!
………………………………………………………………...........................¬..
NOTES : - @ = One 8th Century AD Manuscript says that these Three Wise Men were also astrologers, who had known about the Prophecy of the birth of Jesus who was to be the King of the Jews! They were guided by a Bright Star which had shone over the town of Bethlehem in Judea, ruled by the mad King Herod! Their three symbolic Gifts signified the King, the Priest, and the Savior of Mankind respectively! From the ‘Gospel of Matthews’ we learn that King Herod had told them to inform him about the Baby’s location! But since they had been forewarned by a dream, they returned by a different route! So Herod gave orders to **** all children 2 years and below, fearing this ‘King of the Jews’ will one day take over his throne !!
#MYRRH = was being used by the Egyptians during the 5th century BC,
which they had obtained from Africa. It was used in incense, in perfumes, & in holy ointments; mostly for embalming , - signifying Jesus was to die for mankind ! Thanks for reading, – Raj.
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Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 7:37 AM UTC
I wonder why it's made
Why there ever was such thing
To signify-
All signs of pain,
Hopelessness and hurt,
Torture and abuse.
The thick redness of the complicated liquid
Litter eery vessel in our bodies
Giving life
Yet symbolising death.
The very look or feel or texture of it
Almost aches the heart:
The very source of all
Good, pain and mystery.
Emotions run through our blood
In a continuous stream
Of laughter, tears and uncertainty.
That is why,
We're made.
Why: we possess
The things we are meant to have.
To live.
The way we do, now.
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 6:04 AM UTC
*Born through a ******
Symbolising how pure he had to be..
How perfect he would live to be worthy of dying for all our sins..
Holy above all humanity so that if we repent in his name,we may live in his righteousness.
Glory be to the prince of peace,
Oh hail the King! Bless the Lord!
We commemorate his birth because of his greatness beyond measure... Love too big and grace too deep.*
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC
Will someone ever understand me?
As simple as it sounds, the word ‘understanding’ is an uncanny term. To expect understanding from others is like a screaming paradox that uninvitingly and inevitably gives its RSVP. Definition of understanding varies from person to person. While some term ‘compatibility’ as basic understanding, others think understanding as a means to gain affirmation. Both interpretations sound alike but in fact very much like bibliophile and bibliomaniac. It gets peculiar as we proceed.
Why in this world do we need affirmation?
It’s profoundly queer to ask for acceptance. Do we really need ‘approval’ for our existence? We’re not illegal. Illegal things require approval. Drugs require consent. We don’t need to prove why we should be accepted. Giving heed to such a peculiarity is equivalent to symbolising yourselves as illegitimate. You have a birth certificate. You’re a registered citizen of a country and you have a house to live. You go to school/college/ work. You’re normal. Believe me, you’re not a felon.
Why don’t people fulfil our expectation?
Major Irony Alert. Expectations being fulfilled is, I believe, one of those rare miraculous occurring in our lives. When people get it, they find the solace hard to digest. Just when they are faintly ready to accept it, they change the course the things by doing deeds to blindly adhere to the balance of sad and happy. And when the ruination has been already done, they crave for it. Dear fellow beings of earth, stop expecting. It’s purely a hypothesis. The permanency of the damage expectations leave behind needs no explanation. It’s one of the most obvious and self-explanatory dictum on this planet.
People around me crave for being accepted. Girlfriends incessantly complain about their boyfriends not understanding them and vice versa. Parents lament over the ignorance their children. Children whine about the gap between them and their parents. People spend humungous cash to buy endurance. The reasons for such acts, I don’t reckon.
There’s an old African belief that hovers around the truth of being singularities. I find it deeply humbling. Why ask for plurality when the sole purpose for our creation was to be singular and fulfilling.
The purpose for this entry is to some extent not defined to what I believe. It is not meant to mould you. It is meant to be analysed by you. Critique it. Make your own moulds. It’s just what the existing needs.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
She is dressed in black with eyes so sad
The funeral procession is marching
She has so many regrets but she cannot go back
The finality is startling
The coffin is laden with poetry and roses
Symbolising romantic connection
She will remember this after he decomposes
This morbidly touching expression
They didn't want to say goodbye
Death didn't give them a choice
She remembers on the day he died
His soft and gentle voice
Do not fret and do not cry
I've loved you and thats enough
It is time to say goodbye
Life was good for I had your love
She is dressed in blue in high heeled shoes
On her first date in three years
His eyes, a brown hue gives her a sense of de ja vu
The reason for this is not quite clear
She feels a trace of shame everytime she says his name
While her wedding ring still sits on her dresser
Yet she can hear her husband's words within a memory preserved
That he'll support her on her every endeavour
She didn't want to move on
He didn't give her a choice
She remembers on the day he died
His soft and gentle voice
Remember to continue smiling
Remember to love again
Long after I leave this life
We will still be friends
She is dressed in white on a warm day in July
The brown eyed man is telling her his vows
It is at this time that she comes to realise
Why his eyes are so familar somehow
They are the exact same shade that got her carried away
By a different man so many years ago
As the groom kisses the bride any remaining grief subsides
Pure joy replacing the dark sorrow
They didn't want to say goodbye
Death didn't give her a choice
She remembers on the day he died
His soft and gentle voice
One day all your grief will end
One day your broken heart will mend
It is time to say goodbye
Until we meet again
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 11:38 AM UTC
Crystalline waters enclose the rocks
Which ancient sailors swore to be,
The remnants of genesis leftovers
Of creation ****** deep, in the heart
Of the Mediterranean sea. Stones
Of philosophers mystic alchemy,
Metamorphosing mercury into precious metals,
Silver and gold, thoughts and ideas.
Blissful grounds of Magnum Opuses
In search of enlightenment where arid soils,
Nurture the trees symbolising peace
Delivering fruits treasuring divine,
A golden juice, a gift from Athena, goddess
Of wisdom gently slithering In Greek veins,
Inebriating essence with innate, gratitude
Towards nature and pride for roots profoundly,
Entrenched in concepts of liberty equality
Justice for all human beings, are equal by nature
Social animals responsible for,
Governing themselves within a civil society
Of free individuals. A land encompassing
A thousand islands, perpetual movement
Of tectonic plates under a blistering sun,
Caressing mountains a tireless breeze, whirls
The little white flowers off olive trees,
Now embodying the pervasive spirits of past
Conquerors standing on millenary blood-bathed
Territories ruled, yet by the twelve Olympians
A mythology while history is written
And narrates, the story of the men who fought
For pride and glory earthly vices
And out of Love.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
A past is a past I have to move on
But the tears that my heart cries keep rolling on and on
I never sow any Cautions
I never sow no Warnings!
That's why I still cry.
A past is a past, I have to move on
As I carried on taking uncounted steps foward
With my right hand on the left side of my chest
I was like a Pawn in chess
I had no defence, I'm my own defence
No weapon, I'm the AK47 of my life
Thick blood running through my fingers
Symbolising the pain she caused
The lies she feed me with
I gazed at her eyes, I sow pain and anger
The reason why she can not love a man is because she was never raised by one
The love of a man was invisible to her eyes at the age of 1year old
A past is a past I have to move on
Where will I go?
Left or right?
Avenue or street?
East or west?
I sat down and thought...Damn! I've been through alot
Why didn't I vanish before she broke my only heart
Was I stupid or was I inlove?
But a past is a past I must move on!
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 4:15 AM UTC
I would like to hang up my tired weary muscles and skin
I would pick out my 1983 coat from the wardrobe of yesterday
Take comfort in the carefree newness of a different life about to begin
The buttons badges of honour left by childhood scrapes and bruises
The pattern symbolising lessons learnt and wise words given
The collar my shelter from the rain of pain and the clouds of self doubt
The hem would allow some growing room but be tidy and protective of my raw edges
The colour bright and cheerful representing hope and possibility
I'd forgotten how well it fits...my wonderful coat called my fifteen year old self.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC
A beauty of wonder lies apon you're lips, where a rosey red lipstick gloss run from the tip to the very last drip, a bit of love lies on it's surface, but only the right person gets of it what is worth it, it's a mystical element the lips, backed with plenty of emotions including a kiss, but what makes a kiss so passionate, is it the love you see in there lips, when it forms a bend only you're head can fit, or is it the magic of the lipstick touching you're forhead, willing to stick onto you until you go to bed, symbolising you're love, as well as you're mark on there head, making them yours for now, and until the end, and until they decide to wash it of again, a kiss has more feelings then love, it can be a mark or a sigh, from the heavns above, not even an angel could explain, the beauty you're lips can obtain, the beauty of the lips could go on forever, but at least we are always here together, so lets make the most of the kisses we have, and cherious each one as if it was our last.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 5:34 PM UTC
#
A Red Rose
Represents my Love and Desire
My Admiration, Devotion and respect
The words I can't convey
I love you
A White Rose
To show my purest of thoughts
The gentle innocence of my love
My Hopes of
A New beginning
A Yellow Rose
Symbolising our friendship
The warmth and the joy
The care of when our feelings were
Platonic
A Pink Rose
Serves as Elegance and Grace
The intoxicating sweetness
The gratitude and appreciation
Thank you
An Orange Rose
Full of passion and energy
Our Pride and Fervor
Delivering a sense of fascination
I'm Proud
A Lavender Rose
Embodies Majesty and splendour
My adoration for you
My Heart full of enchantment
Love at first sight
A Blue Rose
Unachievable by nature
Expresses your mysterious charms
My Desire of the unattainable
I can't have you, But I can't stop thinking about you
A Single Black Rose
As words of my final farewell
The mourning and sadness
Illustrate the death of the relationship
A Tragic love.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 4:39 AM UTC
Talent
Buried
Deep
Under
Ground
Covered
Up
No sound
We lay
Over
The freshly
Dug earth
Losing
Limbs
Squirming
Like worms
Watching, waiting.…
Clowns
Made Up
Monkeys
Symbolising
Wankers
Wrists
Harmonising....
For the
Circus
Performers
To end
We rehearsed….
Our turn
We didn’t
Stand up
We lay
And
Squirmed
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 3:13 PM UTC
Danelia a warning sign infront of the gate that says stop pay here before entering. He was left wondering. Like an old abandoned mansion in need of some love.
The heart needs the same kind of love. An ancient trail through her her heart. A majestic pass slices through towering peaks of her heart.
The colours of the beautiful scenery of her heart. Everything is covered in thick mist symbolising what I dont know about her. Her heart is on guard from all those who want to hurt her.
When she is sad her hearts leaves turn into the colour of autumn. When she smiles her hearts leaves turns in the colour of spring. I tried giving her a balloon with a poem attached to it, but it floated away.
I will never forget that day. Standing at an old marry go round . Where her memories can still be found.
Her cries blocks out sound. An old teddy bear fell on the ground. At the places former beauty spellbound.
Hurt her and a scary clown from the circus will haunt your memories forever. Sentenced to life if your found guilty of hurting her. I hope this poem makes sense to her. ©M.P.Jacobs
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 2:56 PM UTC
Michelene she is uniquely beautiful. A rainbow in her hearts skies that looks beautiful. I hope this poem is suitable.
When I saw how beautiful you were I couldnt stop thinking about you. This might be the final time I wrote a poem for you. Walking through a thick dark forest isnt as scary as talking to you.
When I saw how beautiful you were I couldnt stop thinking about you. This might be the final time I wrote a poem for you. Walking through a thick dark forest isnt as scary as talking to you.
My heart told me to stay away, he didnt listen and now he is paying the price. The next time he will think twice. If I could write you a beautiful poem would you appreciate it or throw it away.
By his heart betrayed. He wont make the same mistake. I had to tell you before its to late.
To write a poem for you that is my fate. When I first got there I was stopped by snow. I shoulve written this poem long ago.
He has to pass an ancient wall with pictures off all the girls he loved on it. Some of the pictures have fallen off and the wind has blown them away, symbolising all the girls he has forgotten. Rain has fallen on some of the pictures, symbolising all the girls he cried over. There are holes in the wall, symbolising all the girls he would rather forget.
If she doesnt like this poem what would his life sentence be. The lamp I wanted to use to wish so that she could forgive me sank beneath the sea. A building that keeps her heart safe sank beneath the sea.©M.P.Jacobs
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 2:50 PM UTC
*Blowing winds with temper
White clouds hiding with fear
Black clouds projecting
With a cry of cacophony
Piercing into my ears
Tears flowing from her eyes
Drenching the world
Being rapacious with mean
Symbolising her vehemence
By raining her tears*
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 5:35 AM UTC
Yellows
Colour symbolising Texas
Exs and excess of sun
Joy forbidden in a country
Of baboonish law and minds gone
Yellows
Hue derived in rare
Brightness but a shade well-done
Bet your daughter's unaware
Of a background ****
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 3:39 PM UTC
red gloves,
that permeate stagnanate air,
symbolising hyper femininity.
stains the floor, walls and bathroom stall.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 6:08 AM UTC