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It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, But what is more painful is to never have the courage to let that person know how you feel. Don’t go for looks; they can deceive. Don’t go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. It takes only a minute to get a crush

In the old days a poet once said

In The Old Days A Poet Once Said 

Our Nation Is Destroyed

Yet The Mountains And Rivers Survive

Today's Poet Says

The Mountains And Rivers Are Destroyed

Yet Our Nation Survives

Tomorrow's Poet Will Say

The Mountains And Rivers Are Destroyed

Our Nation Is Destroyed And Alas!

You And I Are Completely Destroyed

by Ko Un

Dawn

Often Now As An Old Man

Who Sleeps Only Four Hours A Night,

I Wake Before Dawn, Dress And Go Down

To My Study To Start Typing:

Poems, Letters, More Pages

In The Book Of Recollections.

Anything To Get Words Flowing,

To Get Them Out Of My Head

Where They're Pressing So Hard

For Release It's Like A Kind

Of Pain. My Study Window

Faces East, Out Over The Meadow,

And I See This Morning

That The Sheep Have Scattered

On The Hillside, Their White Shapes

Making The Pattern Of The Stars

In Canis Major, The Constellation

Around Sirius, The Dog Star,

Whom My Father Used To Point

Out To Us, Calling It

For Some Reason I Forget

Little Dog Peppermint.

What Is This Line I'm Writing?

I Never Could Scan In School.

It's Certainly Not An Alcaic.

Nor A Sapphic. Perhaps It's

The Short Line Rexroth Used

In The Dragon & The Unicorn,

Tossed To Me From Wherever

He Is By The Cranky Old Bear

(But I Loved Him). It's Really

Just A Prose Cadence, Broken

As I Breathe While Putting

My Thoughts Into Words;

Mostly They Are Stored-Up

Memories—Dove Sta Memoria.

Which One Of The Italians

Wrote That? Dante Or Cavalcanti?

Five Years Ago I'd Have Had

The Name On The Tip Of My Tongue

But No Longer. In India

They Call A Storeroom A Godown,

But There's Inventory

For My Godown. I Can't Keep

Track Of What's M There.

All Those People In Books

From Krishna & The Characters

In The Greek Anthology

Up To The Latest Nonsense

Of The Deconstructionists,

Floating Around In My Brain,

A Sort Of "Continuous Present"

As Gertrude Stein Called It;

The World In My Head

Confusing Me About The Messy

World I Have To Live In.

Better The Drunken Gods Of Greece

Than A Life Ordained By Computers.

My Worktable Faces East;

I Watch For The Coming

Of The Dawnlight, Raising

My Eyes Occasionally From

The Typing To Rest Them,

There Is Always A Little Ritual,

A Moment's Supplication

To Apollo, God Of The Lyre;

Asking He Keep An Eye On Me

That I Commit No Great Stupidity.

Phoebus Apollo, Called Also

Smintheus The Mousekiller

For The Protection He Gives

The Grain Of The Farmers. My

Dawns Don't Come Up Like Thunder

Though I Have Been To Mandalay

That Year When I Worked In Burma.

Those Gentle, Tender People

Puzzled By Modern Life;

The Men, The Warriors, Were Lazy,

It Was The Women Who Hustled,

Matriarchs Running The Businesses.

And The Girls Bound Their Chests

So Their Breasts Wouldn't Grow;

Who Started That, And Why?

My Dawns Come Up Circumspectly,

Quietly With No Great Fuss.

Night Was And In Ten Minutes

Day Is, Unless Of Course

It's Raining Hard. Then Comes

My First Breakfast. I Can't Cook

So It's Only Tea, Puffed Wheat And

Pepperidge Farm Biscuits.

Then A Cigar. Dr Luchs

Warned Me The Cigars

Would Kill Me Years Ago

But I'm Still Here Today.

by James Laughlin

DO YOU REMEMBER THE SUMMER WE MET?

DO YOU REMEMBER THE SUMMER WE MET?
THE DAYS WERE HOT, SOMETIMES WE GOT VERY WET.
DO REMEMBER OUR FIRST KISS.
IN THE GARAGE, THOSE MOMMENTS I MISS.
DO REMEMBER THE FUN WE HAD.
KICKING BACK TOGETHER, LAUGHING LIKE MAD.
DO REMEMBER THAT 4TH OF JULY.
THE WIND, THE SEA, THE WAY YOU HELD ME.
DO REMEMBER THE THINGS YOU SAID.
WHEN WE LAY NEXT TO EACH OTHER IN BED.
DO REMEMBER YOUR HOPES AND DREAMS.
WE WOULD BE MARRIED AND ON THE HIGH BEAMS.
DO REMEMBER THE NIGHTS WE SHARED.
WITH FAMILY AND FRIENDS THAT CARED.
DO REMEBER THE ROMANCE UNDER THE DARK SKY
HOLD EACH OTHER, NOT WANTING TO SAY GOODBYE.
DO REMEMBER WHEN YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME.
ON THE PHONE SO SOFT AND SWEETLY.
DO REMEBER THE PAUSE.
SO I COULD HEAR IT AGAIN.
DO REMEMBER WHEN YOU LET IT ALL END.
I STILL FEEL LIKE I LOST MY BEST FRIEND.
DO REMEMBER THE WALL YOU BUILT.
TO KEEP ME OUT SO YOU WOULDN'T HAVE GUILT.
DO REMEBER WHAT I SAID.
I WILL LOVE YOU TILL I AM DEAD.
DO REMEMBER THESE MOMMENTS OF OUR LIFE,
OR DID YOU BURY THEN DEEP INSIDE?
I LOVED YOU THEN AND I LOVE YOU NOW.
I JUST WISH YOU WERE LISTENING SOMEHOW.
I MISS YOU MORE AND MORE EACH DAY.
BUT I GUESS THAT'S THE PRICE I MUST PAY.

If I had wings to fly

If I had wings to fly 

I'd breathe in deep 

and spread them wide 

as I leap from the cliff 

into the wind 

where the gulls glide. 

Crossing this wide sea 

I glide above cruel waves 

that reach up to drown my flight 

in their cold 

deep 

blue-green graves. 

And as your day grows slowly light 

I'd arrive on worn-out wings 

to hold you 

in your waking dreams 

and feel you soft 

and gently warm 

in my embrace at last.

It lies not in our power to love or hate,

It lies not in our power to love or hate,

For will in us is overruled by fate.

When two are stripped, long ere the course begin,

We wish that one should love, the other win;

And one especially do we affect

Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:

The reason no man knows, let it suffice,

What we behold is censured by our eyes.

Where both deliberate, the love is slight:

Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?

Playthings

Playthings

Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning.

I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.

I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour.

Perhaps you glance at me and think, "What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!"

Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies.

I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver.

With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both my time and my strength over things I never can obtain.

In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game.

Rabindranath Tagore

When you are old

When you are old

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Love is knocking on the door

Love is knocking on the door,

Knock! Knock! Comes the sound,

Don’t open it in haste, think before,

Then open your arms to it or turn around.

Love is pain,

Yet it gives pleasure,

Love drains away like the falling rain,

Yet is more precious than a treasure.

Love is stark madness,

Love is a passion,

It is achy like an abscess,

It is a silent communication.

Love is still knocking on the door,

Open it or keep it closed,

It won’t knock again on your door,

Leave it or be someone’s beloved.

The Light of Stars

The Light of Stars 

THE NIGHT is come, but not too soon; 

And sinking silently, 

All silently, the little moon 

Drops down behind the sky. 

There is no light in earth or heaven 

But the cold light of stars; 

And the first watch of night is given 

To the red planet Mars. 

Is it the tender star of love? 

The star of love and dreams? 

Oh no! from that blue tent above 

A hero’s armor gleams. 

And earnest thoughts within me rise, 

When I behold afar, 

Suspended in the evening skies, 

The shield of that red star. 

O star of strength! I see thee stand 

And smile upon my pain; 

Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand, 

And I am strong again. 

Within my breast there is no light 

But the cold light of stars; 

I give the first watch of the night 

To the red planet Mars. 

The star of the unconquered will, 

He rises in my breast, 

Serene, and resolute, and still, 

And calm, and self-possessed. 

And thou, too, whosoe’er thou art, 

That readest this brief psalm, 

As one by one thy hopes depart, 

Be resolute and calm. 

Oh, fear not in a world like this, 

And thou shalt know erelong, 

Know how sublime a thing it is 

To suffer and be strong.

Everything

Everything

Every new beginning,

comes from some beginnings end.

Every time you kill me,

I am born again.

Every time you close that door,

Another door is opened.

And every time you say goodbye,

a different word is spoken.

Every time you look at me

my back is facing you,

And every time you ask to see me

I'll have something else to do.

Every time I join your game,

You're not playing fair,

And every time I really love you,

I pretend that I don't care. 

The Last Rose of Summer

The Last Rose of Summer 

’TIS the last rose of summer 

Left blooming alone; 

All her lovely companions 

Are faded and gone; 

No flower of her kindred, 

No rosebud is nigh, 

To reflect back her blushes, 

To give sigh for sigh. 

I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one! 

To pine on the stem; 

Since the lovely are sleeping, 

Go, sleep thou with them. 

Thus kindly I scatter 

Thy leaves o’er the bed, 

Where thy mates of the garden 

Lie scentless and dead. 

So soon may I follow, 

When friendships decay, 

And from Love’s shining circle 

The gems drop away. 

When true hearts lie withered 

And fond ones are flown, 

Oh! who would inhabit 

This bleak world alone? 

The Night is Black and the forest has no end

The night is black and the forest has no end;
a million people thread it in a million ways.
We have trysts to keep in the darkness,
but where or with whom- of that we are unaware.
But we have this faith- that a lifetime's bliss
will appear any minute, with a smile upon its lips.
Scents, touches, sounds, snatches of songs brush us,
pass us, give us delightful shocks.
Then peradventure there's a flash of lightning:
whomever I see that instant I fall in love with.
I call that person and cry:
'This life is blest! For your sake such miles have I traversed!'
All those others who come close and
moved off in the darkness - I dont know if they exist or not.

Coming at an end the lovers

Coming at an end the lovers
Are exhausted like two swimmers. Where
Did it end? There is no telling. No love is
Like an ocean with the dizzy procession of the waves' boundaries
From which two can emerge exhausted, nor long goodbye
Like death.
Coming at an end. Rather, I would say, like a length
Of coiled rope
Which does not disguise in the final twists of its lengths
Its endings.
But, you will say, we loved
And some parts of us loved
And the rest of us will remain
Two persons. Yes,
Poetry ends like a rope.

You hear the violin and the notes I play

You hear the violin and the notes I play

You hear the violin and the notes I play,
You love the tunes of happy days..

Yet it's my heart that goes unheard,
The loveless beat and heartache spurred..

If I could find a heart that hears,
I'd sing of pain and hidden tears..

But in my heart, i rest assured,
That dreams are heard and beats ignored...

Soul Like The Vastest Sea

Soul Like The Vastest Sea

Your soul is like the vastest sea
And mine a darting fish:
I lose myself within your love;
I live within your heart.

I breathe your love: it is my air,
My element, my world.
I know no other ambiance;
I have no other dream.

I know there is outside your love
A world of rocks and sand;
And I could live there, too, but oh!
How poor and thin each breath!

How rich my world, how beautiful,
Alive within your love,
Each moment filled with dancing light
Refracted through your eyes!

Your soul of beauty is unlike any other I have seen

Your soul of beauty is unlike any other I have seen

Your soul of beauty is unlike any other I have seen.
It shines through and all can see the true you.
Do not hide the real you from the world.
I want to always see the real you.
Even the many flaws and scars you have.
Your soul of beauty is beautiful indeed.
Allowing me to see the real you, helps me to fall in love with you.
A true love, I will always have for you, even from afar.
A soul of beauty is a great thing to have.
Cause it comes from above and no where else.
Continue to shine and be yourself, do not allow the world to get you down.
Your soul of beauty is what I want to see.
It makes me feel glad to see you, just be you.
A soul of beauty is what you have, let no one else tell you different.
Do not forget it, it helps you forget a painful past.
The soul of beauty you have, is what I love about you, my love.
So, do not ever let your soul of beauty to get dim.
Allow it to shine, let it shine brightly, my love.

The moment I opened my heart and let you in

The moment I opened my heart and let you in

I saw this great love starting to begin.

I opened my eyes to a vision of you

I hope, I pray your feelings are true.

I have loved and I have paid the cost

And I have felt the pain of the love I lost.

But, now, I think I have truly found

An Angel who walks upon the ground.

I could search my whole life through

And never find another ‘you’.

You are so special that I wanted you to know

I truly, completely love you so.

if ur not the one then y does my soul feel glad today

if ur not the one then y does my soul feel glad today

if ur not the one then y does my soul feel glad today?
if ur not the one then y does ma hands fit urs this way?
if u r not mine so y ur heart return ma call?
if u r not mine then y i have the strangest thing at all?
i never no what the future brings but i no that ur here with me now,
we'll make it thru n i hope that u r the one i share ma life with!

i dowanna run away but i cant take it ,i dont understand,
if i am not made 4 u, then y does ma heart tell me that i am?
is there any way that i could stay in ur arms.

if i dont need u then y i am crying on ma bed
if i dont need u then y does ur name resound in ma head?
if ur not 4 me then y does this distance main ma life?
if ur not 4 me then y do i dream of u as ma wife?

i dont ly so far away but i no that this is much true.
we'll make it thru, n i hope u r the one that i share ma life with.
and i hope that u could be the one i die with.
and i pray that ur the one that i build ma home with.
i hope i live u all the ma life!

i dowanna run away but i cant take it ,i dont understand,
if i am not made 4 u, then y does ma heart tell me that i am?
is there any way that i could stay in ur arms.

cz i miss u but its so strong that it takes ma breath away
and i breathe u into ma heart and pray for the strength to
stand today.
cz i loooove u whether its wrong or right and though
i cant be with u tonight u no ma heart is by ur side.

Your hope in my heart is the rarest treasure

Your hope in my heart is the rarest treasure

Your hope in my heart is the rarest treasure
Your Name on my tongue is the sweetest word
My choicest hours
Are the hours I spend with You --
O Allah, I can't live in this world
Without remembering You--
How can I endure the next world
Without seeing Your face?
I am a stranger in Your country
And lonely among Your worshippers:
This is the substance of my complaint.