"Tobu O Bristi Asuq" (Let There Be Rain) is a collection of 41 poems of variegated tastes and flavor mostly of personal trend and characteristics by Shafiqul Islam a young poet of great erudition bestowed with an attractive poetic vein. -Prof. A.Noor...

Let the rain fall In the desert of conscience May the humanity bloom there Alike flower. And the world and evils of mind Be purified. (Poem: Thirst for Rain)...

A series of poems written during 2015.

A pamphlet of 20 pages of poetry.

Iridescent blues flash in fiery sunset: swallows flying like crossbows.

Poetry Collection

For turns will say stop but go taunt them up As failure's shadow comes with a barn full stocks But when stocks are turned into gains It creates capability of burning the ice of failure ...

Contents The One 6 Strife Turnaround 7 The Big Extents 8 Tree too an Invention 9 Dreams, the imaginary creators 10 Hopes, the enemy and friend of Life 11 Small Makes It Large 12 Struggle, don’t give up 13 Ways matter a lot 14 Burn thy ice of failure 15 Trek thou road of Sorrow 16 Wish for the failure 17 My Towntry(fusion of town and country) 19 The Heaven's Trek 20 Being True 21 Pyramid, a quest of Science 22 Behave to achieve 23 Captured Shadows of Invisible Minds 24 Song of the Warrior 25 Change, a major enhancer 26 The World is ONE 27 There is something, somewhere in you 28 Creations 29 God 30 Word been Mistaken 31 The Segregated Memory 32 Failure- a teacher 33 Shadows of joy 34 Be Exemplar and not GREAT 35 The Wall to be broken 36 Simple Presence, a Complexion Past 37 It's your Kismet 38 The Days Lost 39 Life- Nerd to World 41 Sip of Lender Land 42 Mother Earth 43 ...

Complex are the ways of life. Difficult it is to describe them in Black & White. Emotions are many; Words are few. And those who know them are far and few Life is a book of poems; And this is mine. Beautiful or ugly, you determine. ...

Standing frail, she diffused her smell far and wide. Not a man who was not attracted to this beauty of fairies. Not a man who didn’t wish to appropriate her for self. But her misty eyes were still poignant for love. For which vulnerability, the men staged duals a plenty. Yet she remained Virgin, for none had the limbs enough. The luxury of choice she didn't have, But her heart plotted a rebel nevertheless. An evening clouded the Sun of the West. When the sounds of prayer were sent in the air with smell. But the dog the men are, they heard only smell. And she remained Virgin, for none had the ears enough. In the morning of the sun after an endless night of hope. She dreamt of a prince of valor, chivalry and a lovely soul. He came to rescue her from the grip of darkness. And embraced her in his arms with love and dearness. Alas! Her dream broke for it was a day-dream in the Sun. And she remained Virgin, for had she not the eyes enough. . Never did she like the shabby wires inside her head. And gave all credit to her heart, eyes, face and smell. Finally, she turned to her mind in despair for help. And the a...

Virgin No More Love with the Night The Rain Desert Climb Up the Ladder I Met Her He Was Walking In Search of the One The Last Train The Dividing Line | The Seashore ...

A Concrete Verse poem which may be considered an elegiac Idyll on Beauty as Idée was written over a Thirty-year Entr'acte. It was composed of and with occurrences that began in 1963 of which some lines may be found in poems from "Miss Crabtree's Daughters" and "On the Nature of Existence"....

Light as ponderous settling fog obscures | Reflections of flesh once was | Hundred-year mirror | Age has | photographs belied | They silently exist | by prusse Moon lit: | forgotten | were Reminiscences to be found; | Sorrows in Solitude solace consoled by one not seen; | embraces and caresses adumbrated | by Presence; | Existence frolicked imp-like: | Revelments paled | Resplendences paled | The currents set by Chronos slowed in the dark of Chaos; | And Beauty smiling | in | Mémoire | translucide...

Rumi once wrote: 'And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?' This collection of writings represents moments from the writer's own journey into himself, and how he found a way to his heart, and beyond......

Meditations These are my meditations Wordy configurations Soulful deliberations Holy exaltations A product of many nations Multiple transportations Trusting embarkations Welcoming destinations Flowing with groovy gyrations Mindful exaggerations Deep examinations Clarifying explanations Other-worldly solicitations Metaphysical temptations Boundless indications Infinite manifestations Age-old Gnostic recitations Power-laden incantations Supernatural evocations Spiritual ramifications No more crying devastation Egoistic manipulation Angry representation Personal flagellation Soaring to my own space-station Experiencing elation Mind-body-soul sensation This, is my meditation. ...

A book of peoms

These poems were written by Walter J. Hochlowski and have been compiled from papers which he bequeathed to his daughters upon his death. It was his desire that his poems be shared with those who might find interest. ...

The past speaks of an open lore The battles have been waged before. Before us now the future unfolds None answer lest our past upholds.

This is a set of 9 poems I have written to match 9 paintings done by my 5 year daughter Pell. The poems are, imaginative, quirky, funny and adorable, and there is something for everyone. One poem is about Halloween, another about snowmen and a third about sea life. Read on and enjoy the colourful, vibrant paintings....

On Halloween it's okay to be scary and bad It's okay to be nasty and evil and mad On this one day you don't have to behave It's okay to shriek and to howl and to rise from a grave ...

The Snow People The Caterpillar And The Butterfly It's Sailing Away Autumn Naughty On Halloween The Bridge The Octopus And His Friends Flitting Moments The Night Sky ...

A collection of poems by Jan De Raeymaeker

-- HOEBOY -- In the thrall of tiredness This hoeboy glowers out his ought ait A blunted oik forking the topsoil Jabbing tines scratching the crumb for plink Sight penned to vacant gyres, slung Between swells and sumps Every fibre lying for the other; belying the need To be free from kinesthesia ...

TABLE OF CONTENTS Vigil ..................4 Natter .................5 Confidence .............6 Hoeboy .................7 The pull of grass ......8 Clippered ..............9 Wave ...................10 Losing the plot ........11 Within reach ...........12 Mussels ................13 Pregnant ...............14 Heavy ..................15 Santa ..................16 Knitting ...............17 Lacing .................18 Glide ..................19 Handball ...............20 Carcass ................21 Retardation ............22 Yaw ....................23 Shower .................24 Run down ...............25 Shimmer ................26 Peering out ............27 Lucid lady .............28 Wild things ............29 ...

Communication among individuals, between the individual and the world around is hemmed in, and one resists the agent that might open it. Again and again, the means come to a person's attention. Another's hurt, injustice, rejection, responded to in a way different from what would be expected assist in an opening, until the prison dissolves....

A scanty sunlight falls through thin slits into the room. Its floor, walls, ceiling—stone, outside no sight of verdure, the dank earth below isolated, the piece of sky above cold, the air around desolate, the voice within untrusted— as the cry of one insane, the heart’s love disconnected by force diminutive ruling wide to raze the link of hope, poke out vision— for there to be none to lead out from deafening lies, beauty—this not— so deep the chasm, so sharp, so final the cut. ...

1. Obscurity 2. Meeting 3. The Road 4. The Stranger

"Tattered, dusty, broken, light as birds, we wander in the rich pansy dark among the stars"—More vital than the roles, here mostly of woman, spoken in the voices of daughters, sons and others, and ranging from scientist, friend, dreamer and peacemaker, to mother, teacher, worker, helper, seeker and listener to spirit, nature and art, the focus is on glints of world peace, not brilliant but shining, not complete but requisite: However tired we may be of the dead end of so many hopes, we see ways out of the current impasse in the character of woman, woman with her potential not fully realized, but discernible and already beautiful. ...

...enter into the process quickly— the swiftly softly pealing notes of long flowing ribbon-in-the-wind scales— sentences in which we move into new realms, and then feel the nudges and booms of adjustment amid deeper structures, as if they applaud those cheerful graceful light-running rapidly graduating songs sung—danced—so perfectly; that youths return after their adventures, tell stories of pure celestial handshakes, brotherly, sisterly embrace of two who were enemies, children living in happiness, whole nations at ease, of that firm commitment, the party to which is the entire planet, and the worldwide voiced-in-the-heart pledge— undying friendship and peace. ...

1 Between White Swan and Skookumchuck 2 Street Light 2 Art 3 Painting of Three Geese 3 Charlotte—brilliant star 4 Universal Mother 5 Reflection on child catching wave 5 Deer in Cold Night 6 Boy Soldier 7 Spending 8 Child of Peace 8 The Leaves That Fall 9 I have an infinite number of rags 10 Late evening song 11 The End of Fall 11 Tomato Round 12 Work 13 Snow 13 Question in Winter 14 Fog 15 Margins of the highway 16 Hoeing Potatoes 16 Summer 17 The Town 18 Conflagration 18 Davilo’s drawing of a low ceiling 19 The Wall 20 Freedom of Expression 21 Horseshoe Bay 21 The Window 22 End of Summer 23 Spring 23-25 Arctic Spring 25 Strange motherhood 26 Robin 27 Compassionate Child 27 Tender-hearted 28 Sunless Sky 28 Angels in the Snow 29 Window washer in Istanbul 30 Daisies in the wind 30 Grass Hockey Players 31 Daisies in the field 31 My so...

While Mahabharata's Bhagvad-Gita is taken as a philosophical guide, Ramayana's Sundara Kãnda is sought for spiritual solace. What is more, many believe that reading Sundara Kãnda or hearing it recited would remove all hurdles and usher in good tidings! Well miracles apart, it's in the nature of Sundara Kãnda to inculcate fortitude and generate hope in one and all. After all, isn't it a depiction of how Hanuman goes about his errand against all odds! Again, won't it portray how Seetha, on the verge of self-immolation, overcomes despair to see life in a new light? Besides, how Hanuman's Odyssey paves the way for Rama to rescue his kidnapped wife! One is bound to be charmed by the rhythm of the verse and the flow of the narrative in this sloka to sloka transcreation of Valmiki's adi kavya - the foremost poetical composition in the world. After all, it was the saga of Rama that inspired Valmiki the barbarian to spiritualize the same as Ramayana in classical Sanskrit! ...

Canto 20 - Womanizer at Work To fair Seetha he confined Spoke then Ravan in disdain. With thy pair of lovely hands Why block sight of thy bosom Hope it’s not the fear of me Prompts thee squat in like fashion. Is a beauty like thine ever And a lover than me better! What to fear in this Lanka Lost whose Lord his heart to thee. Fair it’s not for thee to blame Granted when it’s to our ilk Force we might all women we fond Never mind ever their state of mind. Crave as I for thine embrace Wait I though for thy consent. Fill thy heart with love for me Let not fear ever grip thy mind. Having known my love for thee Don’t thou know that it’s not fair That thee should fail thy upkeep And thus make me sad for thee. From heaven I fetch garments such To make thee best dressed dame on earth. For thy wear I get jewels Not even by angels worn. Thou being the crown jewel Of the feminine world at large How come then thou shun jewels! Knowing as well youth is like River that courses to the seas Why not grant me thy favour And thus make the best of life. Since there none to rival t...

This audio rendition of the encounter between Ravan and Seetha, whom he kidnapped to Lanka. as depicted in Cantos 20 thru 22 of Sundara Kãnda: Hanuman’s Odyssey. ...

Contemporary poetry in three languages: English, Italian and Spanish

Poems by Jan De Raeymaeker

-- EMERALD AND BERYL -- Then life comes back On the limbs of the lost and gone Criss-crossed thousands Finding slow decay On the bones of Beech The tomb-teeth of Pine Feeding from the fallen And bowered stumps Reaching skyward, bit by bit Its innocent stems Topped in emerald and beryl Alive and vibrant, and so delicate ...

TABLE OF CONTENTS Lost in the night .......4 Read on .................5 Sightless ...............6 Silver-locks ............7 Cheese and onion ........8 Fall of dreams ..........9 Gob .....................10 Sifting .................11 The death of a swan .....12 Loss ....................13 School’s out ............14 Cripple .................15 Thistle nettle ..........16 Quivering note ..........17 Stranger ................18 Wisdom ..................19 Buckle and rust .........20 Ba-na-na ................21 Stimuli .................22 Emerald and Beryl .......23 Excavation ..............24 Failure .................25 Awkward moment ..........26 Little people ...........27 Next ....................28 Fishing net .............29 Underworth ..............30 He’d almost laughed .....31 Raw .....................32 ...

Communication among individuals, between the individual and the world around is hemmed in, and one resists the agent that might open it. Again the means come to a person's attention. Another's hurt, injustice, rejection, responded to in a way different from what would be expected assist in an opening, until, at a given point, the prison dissolves....

A scanty sunlight falls through thin slits into the room. Its floor, walls, ceiling—stone, outside no sight of verdure, the dank earth below isolated, the piece of sky above cold, the air around desolate, the voice within untrusted— as the cry of one insane, the heart’s love disconnected by force diminutive ruling wide to raze the link of hope, poke out vision— for there to be none to lead out from deafening lies, beauty—this not— so deep the chasm, so sharp, so final the cut. ...

1. Obscurity 2. Meeting 3. The Road 4. The Stranger

Poems by Jan De Raeymaeker

Grave talk ------------ Don't talk of graves at your tender age Not until your rickety rack is a trembling wreck Till your white-film eyes are all but blind And your toothless head is utterly deaf Until each day blinks and the world is a ghost Till you're grimly emaciated, decrepitly thin Mind overthrown, no recollection of anything Wait until the wake’s wet tears have tried to dry Till living memory is pickled in uisce beatha All pain shrieked out to a hellish banshee rattle Don't talk to me of graves until you're long gone Till clods are covering your coffin-wearing bones And a lyre plucked to softly lament your soul Until the headstone has reached weak anonymity Till its lichen-eaten rock cracks and drops Lengths of grass coiling tight in a strangling coif Don't talk to me of graves at my slender age ...

TABLE OF CONTENTS Doubt 5 Dark-sheen skin 6 Rebuke 7 Bird Bomb 8 Oak leaf 9 Grave talk 10 Tempest 11 The vagabond 12 Split-ends 13 Mince 14 Canvas 15 Delivery Mick 16 Dessert? 17 Dublin 18 Immigrating 19 John, 93 20 Leeuwstraat lady 21 A (close) Green 22 Type 24 Bath 25 November, the beat 26 Man molests Molly 28 Met Winter 29 Lights out 30 Opening wine 31 Setting sights 32 A Luas cums into the Green 33 Chimney-pot puff 34 Malin head 35 Hunting happiness 36 The joke 37 Mundane tourist 38 B&B 39 Street dance 40 Stephens Green 41 T...

Poems by Jan De Raeymaeker

The Butt --------- Don't forget the butt Do you feel sorry for it? Shake your head sadly at its down-trodden looks So abused, now frayed and thrown away But observe the lipstick on its collar It has felt the embrace of a woman Or some painted lips Has been ignited: set on fire with desire Has been loved – however briefly Has been longingly handled, touched: caressed Sucked on wantonly Pulled into a heaving chest It lies now, not looking the best: broken Its core crudely, publicly, exposed Its heart torn open Used and tarred, then discarded Look at that butt Feel your pity But remind yourself It has known more life and love than most in this city ...

TABLE OF CONTENTS Car conch 5 Canal, early morning 6 Wind and demon 7 The Butt 8 Playthings 9 History 11 Wet drive 12 Silhouette street 13 Hug 14 The key 15 Steeple 16 Love sleeps 17 Rush 18 Lost scobe 20 A miracle at Michaels 21 Delusion 22 Searching for words 23 Mawes 24 This face 25 She puzzled 26 Finding his fun 27 Olive 29 Street-sweeper 30 Fire waking 31 Collectables 32 Beating my boundaries 33 Coffee quiff 34 Bite 35 The sparkling raspberry 36 In search of sin 37 Beautiful Slant 38 Burning morning 39 Wait at the Tate 40 Stifled life 41 Knee pop 42 Miserable weather 43 Mate of fate 44 Old Dublin anew 45 A ma 47 Dublin city marathon 48 ...

Dear Lover—a poetry collection about hope and heartbreak, about love in its short, long, and temporary forms, about how love can be cloaked in abuse, how love can build us or break us, the hard and soft of it, the good, the bad, and the completely atrocious. The collection is a poetic story of different relationships which are organized into the stages of a relationship; that initial attraction, the circling dance around each other, the honey-moon stage, the souring, the fighting, the breaking up, and the recovering. This work is deeply personal, but relatable all the same. Autobiographical at its core, it aims for love's failures and triumphs, its disappointments and celebrations, the bad, the good, and the downright ugly. It is a poetry collection that reaches for the hearts of anyone who has ever fallen in love, thought of falling in love, fallen out of love, or is in love with the idea of love. Written in letter format, the collection includes a few sonnets, a couple villanelles, and a pantoum among the formal verse poetry, but mostly it is an experimentation with prose poetry and free verse that hardly seems free at times...

Dear Lover, If you are empty I am open a lock is nothing without a key to close it, a saucer needs tea like sugar needs a spoon a model does not both pose and paint think of dissolving sugar, sweetened teas Matcha whisks and sheltering saucers ceramic teapots and crochet coasters a heat that creeps from tea to saucer a warmth spread by a sweetening spoon what is a journey without someone who wanders if sometimes a pair is made of two...

Search & Discovery Something About Sleeping Sweet Something(s) Appearances Musing(s) Fear Shame Casual Happenings Promises, Promises Taking Advantage Suffering Compromise and Comparison Apology Penance Recovery The End ...

Poems by Jan De Raeymaeker

Sound me ---------- Sound me. Am I not round in your mouth? Do I split your lips? Make you spit? Do I make you bite your tongue? Push the syllables out wrongly? Do I make you gnash? Tangle you in a toothed trap? Sound me. I am round in your mouth. I make yours’ open with a pout. Make you lovingly form me And long to breathe me out. ...

Dank 5 Me enemy 6 Stones far from home 8 Machine cleaned 9 Insightful incite 10 Around the Park 12 God bless 13 Sound me 14 Seamus 15 Cackle 16 Madcap and Dove 17 Drifting off 18 Dis Deus 19 Donegal 20 Abandon God 21 Earlsfort and Irish 22 Not good enough 23 Burnt Dahlias 24 Straight 25 Fight to be Me 26 An end 27 On yer bike 28 Functional family 29 Spit 30 Mobile’s cry 31 Pot-bellied Percy 32 Sixteen years 33 Northside lights 35 The pup 36 The covering 37 Lecher 38 Hock 40 Conjoined sugar 41 Poorness 42 The Crowd 43 Bodlian weed 45 Tortoise shell 46 First to go 47 The end of the line 48 Witness to a Trip 49 ...

...A cycle of poems of yes and no, rumors of life dancing on this islet sphere riding the blind career of outward motion. These rhymes are threnodies and hosannas among nurseries and crypts, hummings to fright hants habiting dingy trails through a wilderness, attempts to stay awhile this side the lichgate by becoming a gossip for the ineffable. They are a literary aesthetic concerning the quicksilver bric-a-brac on the shelves of this what-not of becoming, a naming of smoke, a grasping at echoes, that I might hide in posterity's pocket another day, another night, beyond the terrible hunger of the past's insatiable forgetting. They are wild habits of reluctance. ...

Poetry about child abuse, domestic violence and the cover up of these by social workers and police and the secret family court.

in all my life i never expected what happened next pray that you and your children are never subject to social workers ..................................... Introduction Specific to Book2 of the series. Should we discuss tragedy and the bad things that do happen in life ? No, we should not dwell on it or make it our entertainment. Yes, we should know it, how it occurred and how we can prevent it. My life has had such profound joys and beauty, that part of me says it is only natural that life should also have had the dark side in all of its menace........... and so the menace came....

Item Title 1 General Introduction 2 Introduction to Book 2 3 Index Warning. Abuse & Violence On Children by their Mother On Children and adults by Social Workers Beware of triggering. Note Poem numbers start from where they stopped in the last book in this series. Poem123 My Little Boy Is Taught To Fear His Mum Again. Poem124 My Little Boy Is Assaulted By His Mum Again Poem125 Ken’s Slime In Your Pants Poem126 Ken’s Triumph. Poem127 Protecting My Children Poem128 Don’t Hate The Child Poem129 How A Toxic Mother Poisons Her Child. Poem130 SS Only Tick Boxes Poem131 Abusive Authorities Poem132 Abusive Authorities 2. Poem133 A Policeman Assumes Poem134 Agitated: Should the victim be agitated ? Poem135 Golf Ball Stories Poem136 Fear For My Children Poem137 I Despair Without My Children Poem138 Callous Cankers Of Mankind Poem139 Fretting For My Children Poem140 The Struggle With Suicide Poem141 The First Judgement Poem142 The Sentencing Poem143 Probation The ...

Psychology, philosophy, esoteric symbolism. The role of government in creating and propagating child abuse through the abuse of power.

Can you remember? Can you see it in your hidden mind, in old memories? Quietly recall that you were chosen; chosen in Eternity to exist. Chosen to enter these Dreams of a Dream right now ?...

Index Number Content I.0 All through the darkness, everything is linked together. I.1 Prologue I.2 Introduction I.3 Index I.4 Acknowledgements I.5 Notes AP 1 Artpoem 1 – From The Darkness AP 2 Artpoem 2 – Dreams Of A Dream AP 3a Artpoem 3a - Ideology AP 3b Artpoem 3b - Psalm Minus 23 AP 4 Artpoem 4 – In The Begin Ing AP 5 Artpoem 5 – Hope In The Darkness AP 6 Artpoem 6 – A Midsummer Night's Dream of Dreams Poem 1 My Artist In You Poem 2 The Lives of 'I' 'Me' 'You' 'Us'- Pt(k) Poem 3 Salvation Poem 4 The Lads Poem 5 My Prison Space Poem 6 The Distress of Waiting Poem 7 Ditty - John the Bomber Poem 8 Ditty - We’re all sent down Poem 9 Mean Maths Poem 10 Hidden Child Abuse Short Story – The Crucifixion o...

The Song of Songs [of Solomon] (שִׁיר הַשִּׁירִים Šîr haŠîrîm, ᾎσμα ᾎσμάτων Aisma Aismatōn, Cantĭcum Canticōrum) is a poetic courtship that moves from enchantment to consummation. Devoid of religiosity, it has traditionally been understood as metaphor for the relationship of the soul with the Divine – of God with Israel – of Christ with the Church – of Christ with the human soul – or humanistically, as a metaphor for psychological integrity. In his 12th century sermon, ‘On the Title of the Book: The Song of Songs’, St. Bernard of Clairvaux’s meditative reading followed the book of Ecclesiastes, which teaches ‘how to … have done with the false promise of this world’, and the book of Proverbs that enlightens ‘your life and your conduct’. He called these two preliminary books antidotes to the two enemies of the soul – ‘misguided love of the world and an excessive love of self’, and he observed that only ‘the mind disciplined by persevering study’ is made ‘ripe … for nuptial union with the divine partner’. His spiritual marriage between the heavenly Bridegroom and the human bride occurs when the two become one, and that one is the ...

A wise man once set down in song, beauty that in nature rests, for which all hearts forever long like dreams deep in maidens’ breasts : The young woman: “My man, your kiss is my mantle your musk clothes me with alarm, allows my guard be more gentle. Oh, who could resist such charm! Oh, let’s elope to foreign parts, and reveal to me your realm; there let us practice lovers’ arts for we’ll both be overwhelmed. Yes, no one could resist such charm! Sisters of our sober town, You see my skin so sunned from farm, its like a richly gilded gown – a noble robe gifting my hue. Though born beyond your boudoir, underneath I’m the same as you. Why look down on my colour, ...

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How consciousness can become part of all of life,

nearly every atom in your body is exchanged every month only your bones take longer and are new almost yearly that’s why you eat so much every birthday you have an entirely different body - so, who are you ? - your essence existed before you your affects exist all around you who you are in essence and what you did and what you do are eternal...

Item Title 1 Introduction 2 Index Poem1 Already Damned Poem2 Can You Imagine Poem3 The Joy Of Poem4 Fear Is A Prison Poem5 Truth and Illusions. Poem6 Critical Eyes Poem7 Our Poetry Poem8 The Trouble With Silence Poem9 Empty Room Poem10 Freedom Poem11 What Am I Tomorrow Poem12 The Bottom Of Things Poem13 The Painful Way To Enlightenment Poem14 Ripples and Echoes Poem15 Phase 1 Poem16 God Is Eccentric Poem17 Friends Poem18 Comfort Poem19 Comfort Too Poem20 Today Poem21 The Light Poem22 Working Poem23 Welcome You Poem24 Coffee Poem25 Words Poem26 ...