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OCTOBER BIRTHDAY POETRY
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Oct 07
Love is forever - by Jayabrato Chatterjee
Yes, love is forever:
Just seek it in the eyes
Of a child that looks up
At the stars and laughs.
Seek it in the soft touch
Of your beloved who smells
Of grass, of the earth,
Of rivers, of eternity.
Seek it in the depths
Of your own heart
And scatter it
Like falling rain
Among those who are
Less fortunate than you.
Yes, love is forever
And you have to
Make it last.
Love is a feeling,
A song in your soul.
Give it wings
And let it fly to those
Who hurt you the most.
Love is forever,
Beyond time and space.
So seek it
And you'll find it
In the most ordinary,
Everyday place.
Jayabrato Chatterjee is a novelist and film
director who lives in Calcutta, India.
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Oct 07
One Fateful Decision - by Ian Eulibrius7 Pham
Death comes only but once in a lifetime,
But oh how unexpected and unwelcome.
Why do we love when loving meant losing?
Why do we hate when sorrow is sure to come?
Why are we given sensitive feelings,
When they only mean to hurt and hinder?
Why sustain suffering when life is so short-lived?
When in the end there is only unfulfilled relief.
Our delicate life held only by the comfort of salvation,
Our pain and suffering hidden in our love and affection.
One could only hope to achieve peace through darkness,
Not an eternal hell dying to torture the consciousness.
When feelings are numb and emotions unresponsive,
Follow the lonely path that is both gray and passive.
Lansing, MI Student Eastern High School Loves
Everything from Life-Death-Love
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Oct 07
Fifty-Fifty - by Jayabrato Chatterjee
What is life after fifty?
A new beginning?
The end of a journey?
Time to recollect
what I've squandered?
This body and all
its yearnings,
These eyes and all their looking,
These lips and all their secret kisses,
This heart and all its hungers.
Nothing can surpass
the shared desires
of the mind and body,
the innocent stammering
into guiltless landscapes
through the spiderweb of years.
At fifty I still have
new mountains to limb,
new peaks to conquer!
To glimpse, perhaps,
that eternal light
that shines forever
beyond the highest,
the very highest heavens.
Jayabrato Chatterjee is a novelist and film maker
who lives in Calcutta.
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Oct 08
Moonflight - by Annie Duran
Amid the jangle of the teeming turmoil
...From the midnight depths of benthic gardens
To heights that diabolism cannot spoil...
I watch as night falls when darkness hardens
The softness cast by shadow's pewter glow.
My desire to fly sends invocation
To the ethereal lunatic Queen.
Ignitable in my supplication,
I cut my tepid bond with earthly scene,
Leaving man and his troubles far below.
34 year old female, born and raised in the desert,
have been writing ever since I could write. Owner of a computer repair
shop, freelance graphic illustrator and writer, producer of
poetry-on-demand.
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Oct 08
Dad - by Lucretia Ann Campos
I have comfortably become my father
Camel cigarettes and garage-shop clutter
A true genius and positive thinker
Who hasn't forgot how to putter
Easily startled and hard to entwine
Opinionated talker who ignores food
Specific gripes and habitual ways
Stubborn ideas and intensified mood
Fragile heart buried inside and
Thin skin hid under smooth manner
We both wear ourselves boldly
Uniqueness our proud banner
He left me to watch over my mama
While he rests easy and gets in our eyes
When the wind blows over the roses
Where we said our last goodbyes
For all of my 33 years I've lived in the desert
(New Mexico) and have written poems since I learned to write. Not until
the my best friend and lover Scott called me his "little poet"
did I take myself seriously. But that's just one of the many gifts
he's given me.
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Oct 14
"Spring Surprise" - by Annie Henry
Winnie the Pooh,
would be happy today,
For the blustery winds
outside do play!
The snow on the rooftops
greets my eyes from inside,
As the tops of Gods greenery
appears to be dyed!
But, as Eyeore would comment,
while he sits so forlorn,
"What a strange way to meet,
an April Spring morn!"
A mother and a writer, in that specific order. Born
in Germany, raised all over the US, and now, contently residing in Maryland.
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Oct 20
The Doll in the window - by Kriz
She was wrapped in a small thin frock
She looked about nine to me
She would neither move nor talk
All she did was look in to see
If that doll, she'd been staring at
For three days now, was still there
Comfortable where it sat.
All she'd do was to stare.
One day with her caring Mother
Came Another child of nine
She chose in the store none other
Than that very doll to buy
Her mother very soon complied
And the doll was bought
But as much as the child tried
She could not ignore the thought
That she had seen a girl outside
Staring at the doll she had
A girl, who couldn't afford to buy
The kind of things she had.
So when they went back outside
Before they went their way
She walked slowly to the other child
And gave her doll away
I hope everybody likes this
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Oct 20
"Standing In The Rain" - by Scott Fuller
My feelings come hard to describe,
the way I saw that gloomy day.
Turning, I looked one last time,
and slowly walked away.
Away from memories painted in white,
silken dreams to which I hold dear.
Away from a love that will never escape me,
No matter how far I may wander from here.
I've seen the world through your eyes,
in beauty, disgust, love, and hate.
These new feelings come hard to understand,
but not one do I regret, not a single trait.
From your spirit mine's learned to fly,
on no more of a hope than a breeze.
A wind that humbles high mountain lakes,
and whistles through the trees.
So now in I am prepared,
in all loneliness, sadness, and pain.
For everything that life has taught me,
I've learned standing in the rain.
Scott Fuller is a sports writer in Golden,
Colorado. His poetry has been published in many small newspapers in and around
Golden.
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Oct 22
Immortal Flower - by Jeffrey Adams Hart
The kind of girl I'd really like to know.
Not just her eyes of deep eternal skies,
Which never seem to frown in fire, nor ice,
Nor darkness of day, and with beaming glow,
They smile. Her lips--behold what they bestow,
The fruits of lust, Odysseus' demise.
Though she is true, herself her own disguise,
She searches not what she seeks. This I know.
The one I shall unmask, the soul I long
To discover. And when the fray is done,
Fate dies, but destiny is never wrong.
To know her heart, to love her all, and run
With hope. Though truth withholds, I am the strong.
I am destiny and she is the one.
I enjoy long walks on the beach, and chocolate chip
cookies.
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Oct 23
Locked Up - by Sacha-Marie (email: sash2001@another.com)
Trapped
By your insecurity
Encaged
Losing dignity
Shy
Because you make me
Who I am
Enclosed
Inside your spell
Imprisoned
Behind your cell
Stuck
Within this hell
Where you are
Confused
Why I let you
Ashamed
Want to forget too
Uptight
Who are you to do
This, to me?
This was written about a group of friends which I hung around with, and
shows the true feelings which I had, and how I was treated. I had to
write it down as I couldn't tell them how I felt. It's also about not
being accepted by society, and how I felt as though I couldn't belong.
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Oct 23
forever waiting - by mahendra waghela
i stand on the edge
so
i can watch them
and
they can watch me
dancing phantoms and friendly ghosts
but
i can not catch them
for the same reason
they can not catch me
you see
i am in the no where country
forever waiting.
writer-producer-director from india.
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Oct 24
The Greatest Story of All - by Murtaza Saeed
Mother Earth,
Starry Universe,
Planets,
Birth inside Woman,
Mother Father,
Body then growth,
Joy and Pain,
Goals and achievements,
Goals and disappointments,
Colors,
Relationships,
Time O time,
Life and Death,
Who wrote this story?
The greatest story of all,
And then the return,
To the Grand writer of it all...
Bombarded by so many other new tales
For so long I failed to see the story of our lives
The greatest story of them all.
I live in Lahore, Pakistan. I work with a Literacy
Group aiming to spread Literacy in Rural Pakistan.
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Oct 31
In this dark room - by Dido
my soul resides
every light turned on
lit up with energy
false energy
fooling the world
our heads spin around
like the ways of a mannequin.
In this dark room
my soul resides
ramming into walls
feeling nothing;
Stangers look on
with rays of oddity
stricken in their eyes
beaming upon my wounded soul
In this dark room
my soul resides...
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Oct 31
untitled - by Carizma
Clouds thick and dark
enchant my dreams
an overwhelming affect
even the fields sit anxiously
awaiting a flowing beauty
all i can do is stare
rain falls, heavenly as possible
my wishes are met
as the fields take in the holiness
of beautful, hard rain.
All that is, isn't at all.
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