TRADING DESIRES

this one reminds me of suicide bombers. Very well written. Enjoyed! Happy New Year! Hugs- Catie Lindsey

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TWILIGHT

Interesting poem, Satish! You've got some wonderful lines in this one. Enjoyed!- Catie Lindsey

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NAILED

I really liked the last "set". I do enjoy your inspirational postings.- Lady Dragonwyck

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THREE FACES

Yes, three faces -- among the multitudes -- to see. A couple of days ago, I saw a remarkable face on Skype, the face of a young woman named Joy.

My nephew Tyler is visiting her at her family's home in Buenos Aires during his winter holiday break from college. He met her some time ago in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, and spent only a short time with her but made plans with her then to visit her in Argentina.

I hadn't met her before the Skype call, but it took just a moment of seeing her Joy-full smile to understand why Tyler decided to spend his break with her. It wasn't an ordinary smile. It was a smile that just came welling up from her being and brimming over from her with no affectation, continually and more and more joyful as the minutes of the call passed. It felt as if her beaming face was a healing vortex.- Dick

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BOLD STEP

and a bold poem too in the right direction-  Dan J. Mazurek

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TOELESS FEAR

Darkly beautiful with its lone starshine.-  Dick 

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GENERATION

'Each death becomes a daisy" Optimism of a poet. And the ancient lingua franca ought to be pregnant with meaning.-U K Atiyodi, Kandangali, Payyanur

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THE FROST

If you walk the distance with great determination then spring follows the streams of winter and peace follows the chaos. Good poem .-  Nikunj

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INTEGRITY

I'm still not getting it but you have some raw feeling leaking through there man, and elsewhere
maybe it would good for others to understand how you feel in a way that they can understand?
we think our troubles are so unique, that not knowing their story no-one 'other' could possibly fathom their depths and twists
so our minds hold us in their thrall and we churn like worms on its hooks
needing freedom,
trading it in for images and concepts.

I think there is a place for being elusive, not sowing seeds in sand etc.
but I doubt that this is it.

who am I to say?
I am you, in a way
are you listening to yourself?- DJW

the sky
unopened

the awe
blows me away
like wind on the sand
and the moon rising

angels
I have yet to meet- Kailashana 

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PAIN OF ELEGY

Lord, how I love your poems. I rarely if ever, get them intellectually (why would anyone want to grasp a poem intellectually is beyond me), but oh, how they resonate in me! You and Silent are cut from the same cloth. Sometimes I think you're the same person.-  Kailashana

Kailashana wrote:Lord, how I love your poems. I rarely if ever, get them intellectually (why would anyone want to grasp a poem intellectually is beyond me), but oh, how they resonate in me! You and Silent are cut from the same cloth. Sometimes I think you're the same person.

I see the power, and emotion, in his language too and have asked him to help me understand what he is saying twice now with no response but, in response to your (why would anyone want to grasp a poem intellectually is beyond me) I will share my thoughts with you, with whom I already feel a deep respect.

I don't think a poem is a piece of art. I think it is a communication.
Art, for one crude definition, may be that expression of being that has no borders or boundaries and can be interpreted by the beholder however they see fit. Expressive art does not need a listener, a watcher, it just is, with or without you.

The concept of using language to express being is, in itself, bordered by the fact that we each of us share the collective mind that was bought into being by those very same words. Without language we humans would not think, this is a fact. We would be, and feel, and exist, but we would not think. Our thoughts can in turn be used to show each other the content, the warp and weft of our minds, and this is more than good, I would argue it is necessary if we are to mend our wicked ways, at all.

The limitation of everyday language is that it hopelessly fails at expressing the indefinable, naturally, by definition.

When we wish to communicate something other than the technical 'how to, where from, what for' of being and reach into the deeper nature of our consciousness then the very words that we need to use to understand each other serve to both open the gate and then effectively stand in its way.

Enter the poem.

A way of expressing the extraordinary in an ordinary way, through speech. Music, painting, dreaming, dancing, cooking, love-making, all the non-verbal ways of connecting to each other, of being, are gloriously free of this terrible impediment of words and their interpretations. Hence the poet's natural wish to free the language so and loosen any bounds of convention.

I understand this impulse but I reject it, only and purely in the poem. This is my reason

If I hear someone and I do not understand them then I have the choice to ignore them or to try harder or differently to understand them better. If I just ignore them then, well who cares really, people are ignoring each other all over the world right now, so what. If I try harder or differently to understand them and I get somewhere then great, well done me. But if I still do not get what they are saying no matter how much I squint my eyes at it then I have another option, to ask them to how me understand it, or even just to tell me again, in a way that I may grasp.

For myself, I feel that if someone has not understood me then the fault lies with me first. I have been too obscure, or clever, or elusive. Often it is my ego's wish to appear mystical and wise that is behind the veiled language that I have used to effectively hide what it was that I wanted to say. When I could have said something simply I said it with some flourishes, some panache, and left my listener untouched or worse, bewildered.

Most people choose the 'ignore' option. Which is why poets are generally left only talking to each other.

We can do better, but 'we' don't have to. I am only speaking for myself.
What do you think?- DJW

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NOBODY WEEPS

Oh My! My heart sighs at this deeply passioned verse... Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing- Dorothy A. Holmes apwlts2

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UNENDING WAR

A successful portrait of an ongoing failure ... or has peace ever been a natural state of being in a world where all life depends on the death of something else? Vegetarians kill and eat plants who have themselves been nourished by the degraded remains of plants and animals that have passed before. " A city cries. The siren screams again." is my favorite part of your thought provoking poem.- york2frisco

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PATTERN

I like the image of waves because there is always another coming. We can work on changing the patterns in our lives. One thing I do is to make note of suggestions I may to myself throughout the day. Some of them need couter sugestions.- sstoth0

What a lot said in these few lines, everything in it so evocative and interactive. Waves in the same sea.- Dick

to touch the earth,
a fish must drown
and wash ashore

there is a light we
must follow, patterns of
density and viscosity,
membranes entrained
in the sound of water.....- Kailashana

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HALF-CLOSED LIDS

Vermaji, Very powerful poem. Better than your recent poems. Congratulations.- K.H.Prabhu, Kumta, Karnataka

Very dark, bleak and graphic. True, we cannot wish away it. Thanks for sharing, Sir.- Seshu Chamarty, Hyderabad-

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TIMES BURDEN

I enjoyed reading your poetry this morning Satish. I hope you have a wonderful weekend. I am going to see if I can write something for a couple contests this weekend. Hope you find the inspiration to do the same. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and yours. Love- Carol Brown

this is really nice!!!- David Rombo

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WORDLESS SILENCE

Some powerful lines, SV
Especially liked the 2nd stanza.- Kailashana

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AWARENESS

Leaving for San Diego....will be back in a few....Best to you!-LightH2O

Deep, much food for thought here. Well penned.- LightH2O

Effort knows the hidden inside the debris , the short steps seem longer than life yet the oasis apeear behind the curtain of heat that mar the spirit ...- Nikunj

The heart gasps and then the wind goes silent. Only heat can be seen in the distance as it wriggles in the air above the desert. Such and epiphany is an empty brass casing on the ground. A poet friend. RH Peat- Ron Peat

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*DEPRESSION

I'm so grateful for poetry and the net, just looked him up. Another story I would never have known
but for you & wiki.

I also thought *haungered* was a misspell or unfamiliar word. I found dozens of your poem under google search in association with depression.

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Are you perchance a doctor? Thank you.- Kailashana

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DEATH’S REVERSAL

Bravo and again Bravo..- Dan J. Mazurek

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WOUNDED FLIGHT

"Like my lost children"? I hope it's just an artistic expression and not really a personal loss. Beautifully expressed as usual.- LightH2O

Heartfelt write. Its quite unfortunate to lose loved ones.- narain, jay p.

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EXISTENTIAL DILEMMMA

A great great poem really enjoyed it. a great write.-  Dave Walker

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Anarchy

Like this, a truly great write. A fantastic poem.
May i invite you to read my new poem called,
Lights Of Justice.- Dave Walker

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CONSENSUAL

denied, it sounds...- James T. Adair

Your lines are so beautiful, I love the last stanza so brave. Blessings to you.- LightH2O

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de

hmmmm. two doves went into a fire, one burned the other flew out.- Journey Mcknight

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LOST MY NAME

1st. Did you feel the (pain) or results of the explosion at the market? 2nd. I feel dead, wood spirits? empty deities? started a fire dance 3rd, The healing comes form the blood of the knife or sword, they say that death has purity 4th, riots, hunger, slaughter of the young, 5th, the makers of weapons repenting for their destruction, you've started to deny.- LightH2O

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LOAVES

First stanza depicts a family tragedy, 2nd stanza yet burning of tree signifying burial, yet time went on, 3rd stanza- you were so sad that part of you felt dead, you were confused, 4th stanza- at the very height of all this it felt empty, you asking about the tiny truth allowed to us insignificant (primate) man or are we to become as animals (snakes) destroying our own.- LightH2O

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ASH POEM

So true, rebuttal will not convey the truth, the reality... love that stanza before the last (4th stanza) sounds like you were at a funeral listening to music and arms unwrapped depict you're not dead, so "arms around the portrait of life" means you're alive. Last stanza is a little mysterious to me? Hmm, if he is a priest why does he deny the god? this is a wild guess on last stanza, could it be that the priest has swollen knuckles from practicing gliding sport, so he is not really interested in god but more on doing his sport? in other words the priest's heart is not really in his job, just a pretender, therefore the words "who denies the god" You sure make me think... I appreciate reading your work...thanks and blessings!- LightH2O

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PUZZLES

Morning, Sir. I felt peace with this write. And memories, good memories. I enjoyed very much.- Lady Dragonwyck

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HE WHO LEARNS MUST SUFFER

Thank God I was blessed with stupid Teachers that protected me from that pain! - Frank James Ryan Jr./FjR

I agree with Nijunj, the price of learning comes with suffering, that is clear in the poem the other points are also important just not easy for me to pin point. Another great write.- LightH2O

no learning comes without suffering and there is a great learning in that too . I like the vivid imagery here and the strong lines of thoughts which hold the reader in awe and surprise. wonderful piece sir- Nikunj

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GENEROSITY

I don't know?...but it all sounds very interesting... thanks for sharing.- LightH2O

Generosity begins at home.- Debs

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TABLEAU

An amazing write -- very in-depth and inspirational. Your always wonderful writes.- Lady Dragonwyck

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TRADING DESIRES

Your poem eludes me tonight? but I enjoyed reading and trying to decipher the meaning.- LightH2O

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SHAMEFUL

I probably did not understand it's true meaning, but I still enjoyed it very much.- LightH2O

Death sneaks upon us, while we cheat each other. Blood spilled on the house of the dead. Enemies step on their dead ancestors, not caring as fertility will be left to insemination, leaving no one to answer any questions... my sins are darker each day.- LightH2O

great write with such power- Ency Bearis

Excellent.- Yarbrough

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TWILIGHT

Your speech for "fading integrity" is well expressed, I agree time favors no one.- LightH2O

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DIARY

That last stanza is so wise, non of us are without fault...TFS!- LightH2O

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DARK CORNERS

Dark indeed... Intriguing read.- Safiyyah, UK

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CROSSING NAMES

"fire in her eyes and ice on her lips" sounds like a bad scenario to endure ...- jude forese

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IN SELFISH

Only the author knows of his thinking, yet in metaphorical language it is rather powerful.
Death of one way to bring new life.- Andy Turner

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UNJOINTED

I especially like the 3rd and 4th stanzas Satish. Was it stupid to hope or tend one thing more than the other? We know not what the future holds.- Janna Hill

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EVERLASTING

EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE...WE 'RETRACE THE PATHS' OF WHAT HAS...OR...COULD HAVE BEEN. WE RETRACE 'DEAD THINGS'. THANK GOD FOR THE WISDOM TO QUICKLY 'CLOSE THE DOOR' AND MOVE AHEAD ON OUR JOURNEYS TO..- Joyce Bell

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PUZZLING

Satish, I know that the time-consuming service you're involved in outside teahouses may not allow you to read this comment, but I'll toss it out there for anyone else who might read it -- I really like your characterization of the poem here as a "who", one deserving of a service rendered to it.- Dick

agree Dick...reluctant as I am to comment
on Mr. One Way and his poetry, that
was a sparkler!!!!!!!!!!!-  myamberdog

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TRAVELLING TO MOON

A great poem Satish;
Some still think that man never landed on the moon, and it' been a big fat lie! They argue that man's physiology is not compatible with the condition beyond the Earth's atmosphere! What do you think?!- Dean

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SCARY DANCE

A poem of wonder, liked it a lot.- Dave Walker

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FLESH AND BONES

Satish Verma... enjoyed stopping by tooo read your poem~;-) always,..- Destroyer ~ Poet

certainly plenty to think about.- Tony Lane

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