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Love makes the bittersweet
And love makes the king slave
And love makes the dead alive
So make me your prisoner
In the prison of your palms
And in the end, I will get free,

Encircle my cheeks
With your palms so perfectly
leaving a small window
Through which I will see
The sky in your eyes

Lock the gates of your hand
With million locks
And when you are dissolved in me
Then you desire to free me
In that moment of freedom
I will give you a kiss on each key

That freedom will bind me
In your earnest soul
Thinking why I was away from you
For such a long time
And now never to go away
From this sour-sweet mixture!

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Yesterday
In pain
My sister danced
And my mother laughed
But I was crying...

دیروز
در درد
خواهرم می رقصید
و مادرم می خندید
...اما من گریه می کردم

The smell of your hair
Left on my hand
Colorful;
And after your soil,
I have no meaning
The long white tuberose stems...

بوی موهایت
مانده به روی دستم
...رنگی
و بعد از خاک ات
من معنا ندارم
...ساقه های سپید بلند مریم

Jealousy elopes my heart
And pains of love grows like plant
I wish you **** my twin breast
So I hive wax of honey into your mind-nest

For I am thirsty of love
Since I fall for you in secret love
My eyes hope to drink your cup
So I fly so high like dove swooning in a cusp

Spreading my wings in your arms
For in the nursery of flowers farm
My preserve dignity I shall offer you in charms
Promise me you shall come to pay the alms

So the thirst of love be quenched
I want to drink from you to be satisfied
From the well of your manhood
Where your reflection mirrored in my womb

In this I laid in soil tomb
Without regret but to aplomb
The cup you give me
As my soul rest in forever

Written by
Martin Ijir

my lips
are kissing
a cow...

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Tides change rising waves
shades of water and sky
you beach sand and me

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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now we should start fresh
my bones are weak, hard is flesh
the fragrance was gone and no sensual flesh
nothing like my youth is crispy and fresh
my soul is right but all is wrong with flesh
if you don't commit sin to my flesh, them i.m pretty fresh

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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my poems speak the truth
they are gold and do not glitter

my words are mechanics and fitter
cleans the room of heart and clear the litter

some are short as a diamond, some are long as an arrow
but they all make my readers independent and not to borrow

but in this world are living good and bad people from all the races
they try to catch the fishes and never misses to crush the marrow

some **** the birds to eat but some loves the sparrow
some destroy the crops but some plants the seed in the furrow

So an arrow should be in accordance to strike from the bow
we need everything in life, so keep an eye on grass and the cow

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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While going you ask me, May I go
Now you tell me, What should I reply?
Seeing you going, I feel as the fire of
My own lamp is burning my home, I'm shocked.

Some may recite a sad song or play on flute
But now my own mind does not belong to body
As your spirit do not own your body, but
Wasting water on a withered plant in backyard

Just think the loneliness of the deserted journey
No partner in another way in the hot sand of weeds
There is no noise, but it is very difficult for the bird to fly
That a sun can hide in the sun in the burning sky

Life is not the same when you see the mirror alone
The veil lifts and you go away with the fast breeze
and the flesh of the young fruits prompt to the breast
Now you do not even support yourself to as water in palm

I know many stories and tales of Laila Majnoo, Heer Raanjha
But, when dude is in the aspect, so, where to find the moon
I wanted to swim with you in an ocean of unlimited abundance
Not swimming in swimming pool, what is kept in river or ponds

Have you thought anything about your better half before going
It seems as you have deprived me of my light.lamp and oil of life

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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Today,,,I am as fresh as yesterday
My black hair has a thread of gray

Ten Commandments right in what they say
Love and kisses to all without any doubt or betray

Plant Roses or myrtle tree regularly not only in May
Open your heart to all seasons with Golden Ray

Touch my heart where your finger lay
And Listen to the sweet bells over the bay !

My black hair has a thread of Gray
But, Today, I am as fresh as yesterday

When sea grows stormy, Long prayers , I say ,
Asking for those gifts again my Lord gave yesterday

I dare not move my dim eyes any way
My Lord is in the fields, on the seas, in the winds at play,

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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Let me inhale
the scent of your breath
let my hands
seed the curves of the furrow
opening a window for sky and earth
holding me back for nothing

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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With so great ease, You wake me up
To fill my inner and outer empty space
All rooms, kitchen, pots, plate and cup
with kind shining face and special grace

As a baby, mind loves sacred fire
As father's heart with proud desire
As the world glimmers on her neck
As armed beauty of wisdom check

You have Never been a stranger
Living within me ecstatic manager
Myself always found divine nectar
Hunger delights under your shelter

I Listen to your godly jubilant voice
Clouds hide the moon a nature choice
In the lake of soul, stars shine reflect
Trust Light, The sky is without defect

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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Time and condition
changes whit sun
Seekers learn
To wear coat of future
Finds reasons to smile

So speaks golden voice
Explore the tug of unseen
On visible fabric of days
Kissing a future space
Smelling
Exotic scent of lucid painting
Floating on sea of the desires

Dramatic moments
Tattooed butterflies
Hazel silhouette
Autumn touching winter
Crossing Incandescent lines

Poet knows
From winter to spring to summer to autumn
All answers come in present
From future to pay the past

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Don't love me
Please don't love me
I flirt in words from my soul
and don't want to hurt you

For heaven sake I am just
A sculptor of words
Facing my pregnancy alone
Soon I die in forlorn

For I soul deserved
and don't want you to be
Widowed for my name sake
Please don't love me please don't love me

For emotions and passions
Feel your dying heart
In this my heart bears a life
Wherewithal I love you like

A pear fruit, wearing jealousy
For pomegranates my muse
So entice as it grants me hope

That Jasmine and roses forbade
Orchid scents cloak in my soul
And irises of lotus promise me riches
And I am just an ordinary poet

Please don't love please don't love me
My soul incline a time uneven
If truly you love me then a sign from heaven
My soul won't decline

Only to love you back as I flirt
With words from my soul to your soul
Please love me for the sake of love
In this I die with unflirting words

Written by
Martin Ijir

And your glance,
Was the aroma of an orange tree...
That used to turn my body green;
When I'm seeing you,
Spring grows in me...

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It might seem strange to you
But I didn't just change
I grew with time
in your best company

your words have a deep vocabulary
and each sentence is a complete story
and you taught me a poem of nature

Everything on Earth is temporary like dew on the Lotus
so I never feel the lust of comfort
but do drop like a dew in a pond to stir the still water of the Pond''

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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In all unknown places,
I just opened my heart
To let the world enter
Ploughed it far and wide,
Letting behind deep furrows

No one could see
My heart furrows crying
I waited for healing season
And its gates opened soon

Travelers began pilgrimage
To temple of my Crops,
They picked wheat harvest
In the middle of my youth

I chose not to rust
The flour from dust
Baked it in my heart oven
Shared it to every hungry one

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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Butterfly kisses
me
on
sunny day
but thirst, you
bring is unquenchable

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

They say Africa has got no history
They know how to tell the story

by Joey Percival Ikechukwu

when heaven reject me hell embraces me
when my soul refuses to burn in hell
indeed i chose to serve Moloch
when my portions of darkness gives void a light
at least I shall be call light bringer
when I swim in lake of flames I become as a bulb with gadfly qualities
illuminating demon's path
as the devour those who forbade just way

Written by
Martin Ijir

frozen roots
thirst for warming
pain relief

Written by
Ute Sonja Medley

Sometimes we need to accept the fact that some people are born to fly
Others are meant to walk

by Joey Percival Ikechukwu

piercingly cold
stepping on my dead wife's comb
in the bedroom

Written by
Yosa Buson

If I were a singer
Gosh it's boiling in my heart
If I were a dancer
*** my feet trembling
I would sing and dance
I would be your private singer
Definitely your private dancer
Rehearsal day and night
Using magical lovely words
Sitting by the river
Searching for the sweetest melody
Cause I love you love you you you
Sweet waves help me
Blessings godly ocean
Please hear me now
My heart willing to sing
Mermaid please help me
Teach me how to dance
Heaven heaven sky
Tonight I will be on stage
O butterfly give me your inspiration
This is thy night
To sing and dance for my love

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

I've had friends, friends that we have climbed the ladder with, unfortunately
friends are like a journey, they have a beginning, they have an end

by Joey Percival Ikechukwu

The color pencils in my hand
My mother's ******* are not like mine
Even her eyes will not be
repeated any more...

مداد رنگی ها دست من بود
سینه های مادرم
شکل من نیست
حتی چشمانش هم
...دیگر تکرار نمی شوند

bouffant clouds
sharing blue sky
twinkling windows

Written by
Ute Sonja Medley

Kissing plum filled cheeks
Sweetness of youth remembered
Moon shadowing sun

Written by
Ute Sonja Medley

arms control balance
two eyes coordinate view
always double check

Written by
Ute Sonja Medley

above wasteland
swarming birds in sky
black smoke billows

Written by
Ute Sonja Medley

Hello hello, its me.
Its been long since we sat in the fields and watch the sun die.
But you said you wanted to be young and be free.
Hello its me.
As you see there no atom of unhappiness in me.

Written by
Joey Percival Ikechukwu

Break me apart
Or put my heart in chains
Make my eyes break down in
tear
You can throw my feelings in
the mud
Spill your pain in the rain
Yet my love for you is
unconditional
You may have been broken
Your happiness may have been
stolen
Your body may have been
ripped apart
And your heart is determined
To reject
Yet my love is unconditional
Your skin may be black
White or pink
You may wear a rag
Or wear a diamond robe
You may be drenched in pain
Or filled with sweetness
Yet my love is unconditional

Written by
Joey Percival Ikechukwu

I've air in my lungs
Eyes in my socket
I can see the sunset
And i can buy a pie whenever i want...

THANK YOU GOD !


Joey Percival Ikechukwu

people trapped somewhere
virtual reality
existence reduced

Written by
Ute Sonja Medley

sky azure...
vivacious kites
no letters

Written by
Godhooli Dinesh

Sitting under the tree
Talking to the whispers of the wind
Under the tree of calmness
The temple of godly land
Closing my eyes feeling ecstasy
As i heard a whistling whiskey
Bottling voice of drunkard in the garden
The sacred divine peaceful breeze in doom
Poisonous irreligious thoughts
A blanket speech
Polluted the ocean
Smoking sealing lips
Ocean birds can not fly
In the wilderness

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

dripping leaves...
her side of the park bench
still warm

Written by
Kanchan Chatterjee

it's true
behind warm thorns
love beats

Written by
Rosemary Bryerton-Schiff

your head on my chest
my face buried in your hair
breathing in your scent

the witching hour
watching your heart
softly beating

Iron Haiku

The floral curtains are purple
They've made black eyes from
their yellow feet
I'll be beautiful...
I walk...
Jasmines grow in every house
I love the smell of the mother's
delicious food in every house
I love to be beautiful
I love my hair to be black
Trees, branches, the green leaves
are golden necklace
under the sun
and I don't know in which house I lost my
childish innocence voice !?

پرده های گل دار بنفش است
از پاهای زردشان
چشم های سیاه  بافته اند
...من زیبا می شوم
...راه می روم
از هر خانه ای گل یاسمن می روید
بوی غذاهای خوشمزه ی مادرها را
از هر خانه دوست دارم
من دوست دارم زیبا باشم
من دوست دارم موهایم سیاه باشد
درخت ها
شاخه ها
برگ های سبز
در خورشید
گردنبند طلایی است
و من نمی دانم
صدای معصومیت کودکانه ام
در کدام خانه گم شد !؟

Gaze at heaven sky
Profoundly watching the birds in distress
My restless eyes
Singing a sad song

Gaze at heaven sky
Tears flooding my eyes
Universe selfishness
Against the beauty of the sun

Gaze at heaven sky
Unending tears heartbeat
The luminous beauteous spring
Painfully flooded in river tears

Gaze at heaven sky
Daily melancholy no wind blows
Watching the birds in distress
A bird with a broken wing cannot fly

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

One more step
A crawling step
Willing to fall
Angry to get up
Baby cries and hold on
Like a garden waiting on the rain

One more step
The biggest step
Baby walking and smiling
Shaking still standing
Sweet tears dripping
So determine to walk
Not afraid to fall

One more step
A dream comes true
Gusty storms on the way
It cannot be last forever
A burning desire to walk
Aiming so high not afraid

One more step
Willing to fall
Angry to get up
You must no cry
You're a very talented being
When the pain hidden behind the clouds please don't despair
Something precious on the air
Just one more step away

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

summer flower
butterfly asleep
sunning her wings

Written by
Mike Duffy

fragrant wonder shrub
purple lilacs scent of spring
emotions of love

Written by
Nina Grace

Ecclesiastical verses
Illuminating his spirit
Staring at the sky laughing with the birds
Voices of charming affectionate rain

Answers his dolorous pain
Parabolic divine dialectic healings
Religious rain heavenly compassionate sky
Descending strength and happiness

Getting in the rain with splendor
Humility worthy celestial sweet grandeur
Beautifully dancing in the summer rain
Solace in the path of righteousness

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

Sometimes we try too hard to put smiles on people's face, only to discover our self is full of unhappiness

Written by
Joey Percival Ikechukwu

our summer love
the first petal
withers

Written by
Mike Duffy

dried rose petals
after fifty years
scented memories

Written by
Ardelle Ray

I didn't buy flowers this morning
I don't have a smile
I see an old man in the green masses
His hair's white under the sun
This means...
I'm feeling bad!!!

امروز صبح
گل نخریدم
لبخند ندارم
در حجم هایی سبز
پیرمردی را می بینم
که موهایش در خورشید سفید است
...یعنی
!!! حال من دارد بد می شود