New Poems
Dark shadows, all dense for blessed use
An escape for any excuse
Grooves in softness, like a rough poem
Stand back, as desires seduce
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Stillness In Archeology
City Of Archeology
SCity Of Archeology
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breaking Gaza news
my friend's kin, far away
in life as in death
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City Of Archeology
Still Paint On Earth
Meditative hermitage 's wisdom voyage
Into poetry of breathing.
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he French Debate in English
The program was about the power of alternative media such as X and Facebook
A woman from the EU said those programs
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You never ever selfrealize this!
New birth
Of self_reflexive and
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The hand that reached felt warmth,
but met the teeth of betrayel.
The scar remains, a quiet map
etched in the flesh of memory.
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You're the setting sun,
a quiet fire sinking low,
painting the sky in colors
only fading moments know.
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Wenn die Liebe verblasst,
bleibt ein leises Flüstern,
ein Echo von Wärme, die einst brannte.
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the bottle cracked open like
a promise I didn't mean to keep—
cheap whiskey stinging my throat,
another night in a room
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Dry seashell search for hearty water
A wave hug
Dust of sand laid memory
Feet marks of silence
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Without a dream,
you stand still in the silence of the world,
waiting for something that will never come.
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Hoog bo die aarde,
waar winde fluister en wolke dwaal
sweef vlerke oor grense,
oor tyd,
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A shadow in the flicker of a candle,
eyes that pierce centuries,
whispering to the void
what only silence dares to know.
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Een horizon vervaagd,
verloren achter mist,
ogen reiken,
handen strekken,
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The Moon is the peaceful creator
Celebrating darkness
Stars are smiling flowers
Cool air
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Ein Raum, gefüllt mit Stille,
Wände atmen schwer,
Zeit, zäh wie Harz,
fließt kaum, bleibt stehen.
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Ein Moment des Abschieds,
kein Klang von Worten bindet uns.
Die Zeit fließt,
wie Wasser im Fluss,
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The Stagnant Pond
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Empty cans, fallen leaves, dirt and wood
Covered the face of the pond
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Een blik van staal,
de kraken strak op elkaar.
Geen trilling, geen aarzeling,
alleen de wil,
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Fire, fire, countless fires
Fire of hate that nobody admires
Fire that hurts, maims and kills and innocent victims
Fire that burns, cremates and destroys many buildings
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Zik, zuk, zek,
de weg is kronkelig,
zonder begin, zonder einde,
stap voor stap.
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Zik, zuk, zek,
droga jest kręta,
bez początku, bez końca,
krok za krokiem.
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You took in a broken boy,
Only ever part way there,
And always somewhere else.
You deserve sun-kissed caresses
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A fence in the forest only lasts so long,
Traffic trapped in artificial lines,
Created by those who've never seen,
Never witnessed the glory of the road,
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I have never read your book. I suppose for awhile, I was holding on to some hard feelings and then I just didn't feel like I needed to...but I'll order it when available.
I know this morning seems harsh, but it's good. I'm ok either way and by not playing the same game...gives me strength. Come what may. I do plan to change who I am within it though, expand myself and though it may appear I'm off...I'm not.
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You can beat addiction by leaving addiction
You can become better person by becoming better person
You can beat procrastination by proper work and activation
You can become healthy by leaving medicine
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Oh, dare not to
Skip me. I am there
in your autographs.
True to say
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How ghostly
This life past
This life now...
Nearing death
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spots of dried blood
in a soldier's diary:
a stick-figures sketch
shows recruits as 'bait'
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When we are weaving
Some beautiful dream
Coming very close to you
Will be sharing intimacy
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Original Soul
Back to original soul
The silence meditation
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Orbits
Poems, sounds, voices, silence, xeroxed wings, xeroxed auras, zen Water.......
The truth. Truth. Truth.
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Thursday morning, January 16, 2025, begun at 9: 38 a.m. and
published at 10: 18 a.m.
'Despite so many stubborn lies, at every moment, at every opportunity, the truth comes to light, the truth of life and death, of my solitude and my bond with the world, of my freedom and my servitude, of the insignificance and the sovereign importance of each man and all men. There was Stalingrad and there was Buchenwald, and neither of the two wipes out the other. Since we do not succeed in fleeing it, let us therefore try to look the truth in the face. Let us try to assume our fundamental ambiguity. It is in the knowledge of the genuine conditions of our life that we must draw our strength to live and our reason for
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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-381
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY
A tribute to my grand father
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(--- thinking of lines by William Carlos Williams*)
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In a poorly drained village west of Chennai,
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She walked like a queen through the halls of her reign,
Her voice like thunder, her presence untamed.
With bangles that sang and a gaze sharp as swords,
She bent the world with her silent accords.
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It sits beside you in silence,
its breath heavy in the still air.
Shadows stretch long across the room, tracing the shape of absence.
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Law of Karmic truths.
And
Experiential wisdom_mediated ethics
Will overcome any lies or wrongs or illlusives o
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Unter einem blassen Mond gehe ich,
ohne Heimat, ohne Ziel,
Die Welt ist mein Mantel,
die Sterne meine Karte.
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Was any of it true?
Gazing at me starry-eyed
In your Jehovah's Witness suit
Who the fuck was that guy?
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The last bus
This is a day for us losers, no this is not about the climate, from my window it looks like doing well, a dollop of sun there and a splash of rain there, it is no asking for anyone's permission
With losers, I mean us who have managed to get old, but living wildly and not going for longevity
This makes us miserable because we have nothing to look back on and say, sure I did that
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Is it a wonder I broke? Let's hear one more joke
Then we could all just laugh until I cry
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Woorden sterven
nog voor ze ademen
de leegte vult zich met stilte
en het geluid van vallen.
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Die wind beweeg oor die veld,
gras buig in stille gehoorsaamheid.
Die hemel vou die aarde toe,
'n vaal kombers van wolke.
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Die wind fluister oor die water,
'n geheime taal wat net ek verstaan.
Golwe breek en trek terug,
soos 'n hart wat nie kan besluit nie.
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Truth And Reality
Win the wisdom of life.
A sparrows beak knocking at the door of future.
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Your presence steals the ground beneath me,
a soft pull, gentle and relentless.
The air thickens when you speak,
each word a thread I cannot untangle.
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Słowa umierają
zanim zaczną oddychać
pustka wypełnia się ciszą
i dźwiękiem upadku.
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Reality Sails
Truth_myth_magic tales
Through time machine
Back and forth
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A little girl's smile
On the wrinkled face
Of a centenarian woman
Gives me boundless joy!
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Poetry runs like smooth flowing river after writing thousands of Poems;
On all subjects only by in the form of featured Poetry can be exposed;
For reaching the common people this kind of philosophic poetry is a boon;
That too Nature Poetry like Wordsworth's way it is a pleasure to write ever!
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TRUTH_myth_Magic Veils.
Through time machine
Back and firth
Intimate memories
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Spirit of the Lover
Silent watcher of all beauty,
Grace unveiled in serenity,
Through sunlit paths and shadowed glade,
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Lily of the pond
Receives the drowning sun ribs
in the dew ripples
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Woke_Ups
Lift _ups
Kinetic nowness layered realities
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When you look out on today….
not knowing if you will lose or tie or win…
isn't it exciting knowing …
a new adventure is about to begin?
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Sometimes when we're standing on the precipice…
when a new adventure's about to start…
may we be blessed to
forget about our pride
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I once asked my grandpa, "How do you stay so young
as you grow older every year? "
I remember Grandpa smiling as he put his arm around me
and whispered in my ear.
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The eagle soars,
Far beyond
The fleeting skies,
To realms where silence rules,
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She gazed at the mirror, tears in her eyes,
Haunted by words-cold, cruel, unwise.
'Too dark, too dull, not fit for pride, '
A love that should heal, instead cast aside.
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Let our goblets glow
up with the light of the wine --
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Your shadow has not faded though you are no longer here
A footprint that remains clear though it has been more than a year
Time's bell, cast fossilized memories, echoes with chimes sublime
Word of Atum by Thoth chiseled, hieroglyphic rhyme
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Schenk de bekers vol
gloed van het licht van de wijn --
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Recht glücklich sind Sie
wenn Sie die Schönheit sehen --
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Climb the mountain peak,
Ancient and wise,
Its head adorned
With a white crown—majestic, supreme.
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Beneath the shelter of the tree of life,
I stand,
The divine breath filling my lungs.
Its roots dig deep into the timeless,
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We dance within the sacred ring of time,
Where soul and universe in harmony chime.
Each spin, a prayer; each act, a humble plea,
To honor all that was, and what will be.
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Vast lands on both sides of the desolate road. The journey was through the foggy cold of moonlit night. The biker and I were running alone to the enlightened canvas. No end of the celestial cosmic rhythm of heart just listened from the whispering winter wind. Sufi sounds of the drum embraced every rib of the soul. Moon, night, and loneliness abated the desire for mundane concession. No favor of coming back from the mystical fair could arrest us. Even so, we have returned to the world's acting stage.
To enjoy cash soul
Human by born world's actor
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In the lush green landscape
Rose a tiny blob of yellow
So bright and so beautiful
So soft and so mellow
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You handed over the pieces
of your life without hesitation
your breath, your time,
your love,
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Hunger changes everything.
Although everyone and everything has intention,
hunger is no different, no matter what it's for.
Your heart, an apple dangling from a branch
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Horse carts,
Farm tractors,
Hens, cows and
Sheep on sprawling
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Misty morning keeps the slumbering mood to proceed further;
Everything is going fast and more sleep seems to demand more;
For everything freedom is a must and time should go with mood;
Sure all can move with the speed of time to win the life race!
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Biden's Farewell Address Of Past & Now -2025?
If Washington and Lincoln were alive and well
And spoke of America's troubles we face today.
I wonder what they might faithfully suggest
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Here is a poem version of the text:
Godliness is not just a face,
A polite demeanor, a gentle pace,
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The Truth calls, low, soft, and steady,
Echoing through the valley of my soul.
Its sound stirs me from deep slumber,
A voice flowing from each atom of my being.
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Intense thirst in the sweltering desert,
yet, the emerald succulents still thrive;
for surviving, often takes extra effort.
Intense thirst in the sweltering desert,
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Durante os dias mais frios do poderoso inverno
Pense numa primavera doce e sonhe com um verão ameno
Durante as horas mais duras da noite de Inverno
Pense em flores e sonhe com uma luz solar mavioso.
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Hail the storm of trickle eye
is where I did quietly lie
underneath the hail and gust
filled with this subtle taste for lust
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Not A Story, but A STORY!
Sure, it'S nature!
Dhamma, justice and truth to Reality is oneness unity in
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Zacht raakt je vleugel de lucht,
een dans zonder doel,
licht en breekbaar,
zoals de tijd die voorbijglijdt.
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Doucement, ton aile effleure I'am
une danse sans but,
légère et fragile,
comme le temps qui s'écoule.
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The clock stares,
its hands frozen in their final reach,
a silence louder
than all the hours before.
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The room fell still,
words unspoken hung in the air,
a glance,
brief but endless,
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De lucht trekt striemen,
grijs als een herinnering die je niet wilde bewaren.
Mensen lopen krom, alsof de tijd
hen een gewicht heeft gegeven
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