Favorite Poems by Friends
Somewhere Behind Your Eyes
There is something hidden somewhere
A lonely isle of
paradise
With a touch of
mischief there
Somewhere behind your
eyes
A veil of mist in your teary lair
An innocence that
surprise
Like a newborn lass
bathing bare
Somewhere behind your
eyes
A blink of your eye a dreamy soul
It strikes like a
sharp arrow
When your eyes smiled
and looked away
So needless was
tomorrow
The sailor was drunk
And the ship lost its
way
The leaves of the shy
flower had shrunk
The way your eyes
smiled today
Ye of unkempt faith do not tread there
Betwixt the songs the
nightingale cries
The road to heaven is
somewhere here
Somewhere behind your
eyes.
© 2011 K. Bhagawati, Guwahati, Performance Poet
Only a Drop in the Sea
Question unfolding like books and their pages
They just keep on turning for me
And I keep on asking why every question
Will somehow relate back to me
I was told by a forgotten prophet
That wisdom could set me free
Be content in your questions
But may I just mention
You're only a drop in the sea
Only a drop in the sea
Directions revolving
These questions I'm solving
But nobody hears what I say
My answers unspoken
Of sweetest emotion
Believe how it feels today
Just believe how it feels today
© 2011 Brandy Necrodegmon, The Netherlands, Performance Poet
Un-Say ~
the way you un-say
my name ~
in rust
and salt
unwanted cargo
rolling off
the hull of your tongue;
as if
your mouth-ship
is tired of this voyage of speech.
where are the pirates
of
pitch dark silence?
won't they hijack my name
somewhere
on the high seas
of your heart again?
the way you un-say my name
in rust and salt...
© 2011 G. Shukla, Kushanager, Performance Poet
a journey in train
We start in the same train
sit opposite each other
you eat my smiles with your eyes
and I listen to your heartbeat with my silence.
My train in which you are sitting
diverges
from your train in which I am sitting
and both trains run on rails of thoughts.
Many mundane things happen in our journey
some asteroids fall, winds make love to trees,
fire contemplates a speech on stage of pyre,
scared sparrows rise to sky as a grey cloud
seeing the setting sun,
and a scarecrow laughs
at my crucified body.
It is then,
after some minutes of mundaneness that lasts for
centuries
I dare to see your face becoming a blank paper
and my train stop in that moment and drop me
the land under my feet moves back
as your train slowly paces into reality.
© Ro Hith, Tirupathi 2012
I Wish.....i Were..... !!!
My world's four corners...
Limiting but limitless....
When they laugh, I laughed
They cry, I cried…. I wish I were a mirror...
To see , make people see what they were...
I wish i were a mirror.....
People would have shared...
Girls their beauty , boys their charm…
At times, sorrows, happiness and secrets...
I wish i were...
No-one to dupe or to fake...
Projecting reality, rejecting illusions...
Making their way through their decisions...
To see their own-self they would have come to me
Free from all relations & tags…
True or false…
No-one to see me, I who sees them…
I wish I were a mirror…
To see and make people see what they were…
I wish I were a mirror…
Never would I die, never would have aged…Changing ages, at instance…
according to people's pretense…
Never would i perish....
when broken... into flakes...
but never ever.. i perish
I wish I were a mirror…
To be the alone friend…unlike the trend…
Never changing never ending….
i wish i were a mirror.....
© 2011 N. Solanki, India, Performance Poet
Help a Friend
Your hand hold out to a troubled friend
Help them with problems they need to mend
Guidance you can lend to a friend in need
Be the one to take the lead
Don't judge them with what you see
A friend that helps you need to be
Listen if they need to talk
Take hold of their hand and take a walk
Advice give only if they ask
Depth of sharing will be their task
Let them say what they're going through
The comfort side will come from you
Let them know that others care
As a friend you will be there
A friend in need is a friend indeed
© 2011 C. Lanning, Ohio USA, Poetess
Nocturne in D Major
The dark is cast, wrought iron cloak
over quieting waters, not quite silence,
more a shushing, a finger to lips
already pursed in that goodnight kiss.
The wind is sung, crooned light lullaby
over swooning trees, not completely breezy
more a softening, a whispered breath
from a mouth wide in a dreams calling.
The moon is last, haloed silver crown
over gloaming world, not necessarily glowing
more a reflecting, a twinkling eerie
already drifting sleepy time eyes.
The air is moist, soaked down blanket
over drying grass, almost sere kindling
more a distancing, a possible inferno
from a heart flame in embers.
© 2011 H. Bollster, Canada, Performance Poet
The Threshold Love
While, flipping through the pages of history,
Gracefully my eyes on an ancient Love memory.
The memory drifted me aback to a king and queen,
Their indomitable love to colossus space did preen.
King-Shah Jahan, young successor to mughal throne,
The wheeling time spilled him on every architectural stone.
For his lovable empress Mumtaz Mahal’s last dream,
The Taj-Mahal’s amber beauty bestowed gleam.
Milky tomb in the banks of Yamuna River,
Breathed pearly on the reflections shiver.Today, the splendor national heritage,
A top wonderer to the world’s gaze.
Ah! The man’s charcoal dipped deeds,
Yamuna, turning hollow as it brutally breeds.
River-the base for tall tomb’s stand,
Fading slowly to a barren land.
Smokes of agony fountain onto the sky,
As her pious soul chokes in piteous cry.
Oh my countrymen!
We-the only savior to callous man’s greed,
Nor any heaven’s angel to pay heed!
Let your veins be clean as spotless dove,
To sparkle love for the threshold love.
© 2011 S. Patra, India, Author & Peformance Poet
Illusions
Out of the corner of my eye,
I see such wonders.
Are you really there,
Standing at the door,
Waiting for me to let you in?
Did you just sit down beside me,
Stretching out your frame?
Is that you,
Lying down next to me at night?
Out of the corner of my eye,
I see such wonders,
But when I turn to see more,
There’s nothing there.
You’re not waiting at the door.
You’re not sitting beside me.
You’re not lying next to me at night.
You are only to be found
Out of the corner of my eye.
© 2011 A. Parisi aka "Pollyanna", Missouri USA, Author & Performance Poet
THE
MOON STONE POEM
I'm writing a poem off the wall
a poem I happened upon
as prickly and wiggly
as an airborne saucer
you know I had to chase
but by god I caught it
like a prayer in drag
a pocket dust poem
photographing a moment
picturing a penny poem
taken by a candid camera
a soft as a dove poem
from a hard as ice man
for whom poetry
was a wild journey
made gentle
into a good poem
lighting nothing
which wasn't easy
without a battery
with words and stones
coming to life as poems
in the poet's dream
the voices scream
as the faces gleam
the stanzas stream
in a moon stone poem
whose verse I took
and put in my galaxy pocket
where I jingled the stars like loose change.
© 2010-L. Douglas St Ours, USA, Performance Poet
Our Dark Summer Dawn
Tis a day of summer,
Of flowers white and red.
Tis a day of summer,
And the sun slays all woe and dread.
I see her stare...smiling,
As she ambles fitfully by the shore.
My fragile heart is once again beating.
I feel the angst and sorrow, no more.
So soft, so tender her snow-white skin.
So delicate her touch, so warm and fair.
So innocent her eyes, cleansed from sin.
So fiery, her cascading scarlet hair.
I would die for her, a thousand times.
A thousand times more I would sell my soul.
She is the bell which in my heart chimes.
Without her, a void becomes my whole.
And now, on our dark summer dawn,
As the violin plays its desirous tune,
We entwine in body and soul as the devil frowns,
At the sight of our romance, under a lucid moon.
Tis an eve of summer,
Of flowers white and red.
Tis an eve of summer,
And her eyes slay all woe and dread.
© 2011-N. Avedyan, Tehran, Iran, Author & Performance Poet
Slumber
somewhere between the risk & the rain
traveling down
palomino highways
replete with tambourines
and a woolen blanket of red
fast
fueled by awareness, apples & antares
the milky way illuminates the night
drowning out the buzz of tilting plants & thunder
burned out & left in a million shallow graves
Nuggets of dreams & leanings dot the blurred space between
Marked by harvested fields, deer crossings & pinwheels
Flying along on the ghost horse
Flying .....
As the rain comes down harder making choice immediate
Serenity fleeting as a glimpsed electric golden portal flashes
Defined & aligned with intent
Purpose is murky & the way is overgrown with reeds of rust & linen
A mordant algorithm of aqua-depth & stars
Purpose exists to be found or it is just a buckled paisley regret
The ride is relentless & the scope of beauty & possibility endless
Time is on my side
As I wrap the blanket & the milky way around me
To wait out the rain
© 2011 S. Bertie, Nebraska USA Performance Poet
Peach
A peach, though delicious for sure,
is a damn messy affair.
Light fuzz like the first few hairs to sprout in ones groin,
must be rubbed and rubbed till the skin is slick,
then the teeth break said skin,
delve into the rich moistness within,
and its juices trickle down chins
chins widening in smiles of delight,
smiles so light and simple they
can make near anyone lickety split happy.
Then the pit, a stone amongst jewelry,
one has to beware the pit or the a fore
mentioned teeth can be chipped.
In the end though the effort is worth it,
for a cold juicy peach is a summer treat,
not to be missed.
© 2011 H. Bollster, Canada, Performance Poet
