Best Happenings Poems
When I close a book
I open life.
I hear
faltering cries
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The green village, the colored city, the ever familiar locality
Each path, tree, house, turn, each native I have left behind
But creepers, hedges have entangled with my leg and hand
The green crops fields, green hills, fruit trees, call me back,
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Two girls discover
the secret of life
in a sudden line of
poetry.
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All trains stop here and come to an abrupt halt
We call it cardiac arrest or near heart stop
No time at disposal for things to arrange
No grace period allowed for orderly manage
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An old man whose black face
shines golden-brown as wet pebbles
under the streetlamp, is walking two mongrel dogs of dis-
proportionate size, in the rain,
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Is it possible?
There is anyone without someone?
Anyone can read
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white curtains of infinite fatigue
dominating the starborn heritage of the colonies of St Francis
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A wish, a desire it keeps
Flies on the wings of dreams
Neither long for any destination
nor strives for a resting place
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Who were the twain that trod this track
So many times together
Hither and back,
In spells of certain and uncertain weather?
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Childhood, no more a time ‘tis to chill,
What a way, child's very child to kill!
It's time to draw a line,
Every child's no Einstein,
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Spring time is a great time of love
And this blooms when sun beautifies tender sky,
Spring allows us to sing and
Spring allows us to feel the beauty of nature.
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Kind Sir: This is an old game
that we played when we were eight and ten.
Sometimes on The Island, in down Maine,
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I had a vision or was it a dream…
In meditation I was completely immersed
I saw an image flying in a darkened sky
Its fiery wings spanned the universe
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Grey church sits lonely on the hill,
Awaiting its next Sunday thrill.
Voices rising up to the spire,
Kept in tune by the local choir.
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Whose sense has deceived themselves
Luck can't help,
It is and was fixed
For their wrong and misdeeds;
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For his fair conduct, goodly grade,
The killer was out on parole.
Easy, for justice to give dole,
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If you look at something
From all points of view
You will know the truth
About the thing.
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I used to stroll along in the pedestrian way,
Most at night times for close of the day,
With an anticipation of being so relax and calm,
And also searching for something like balm.
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Bedecking with events
Whose shadow trails again in the mind-yard
The hopes planted by me rustle with a start
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The sun is creeping above the hills
Giving an orangish tinge to the sky
The sky turns a beautiful shade of colors
As the early birds fly by
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In this angry world,
stay close, darlin'.
We are united by words,
with words,
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The young girl stood beside me.
I Saw not what her young eyes could see:
- A light, she said, not of the sky
Lives somewhere in the Orange Tree.
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I put this window in
with my Dad
(well, I …helped him) .
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We come into being
And open our eyes
With a storyless book
As a prologue to the world
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It never was again
When on insistence love germinated
Like incense it breaths its attitude
The aroma in the hairs when touched
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The stir of leaves, the chilly morning air
Were like delirium; half awake
Jaws clamped; the dawn beyond the Kama glared
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Our oldest son saw a dream,
This was of midnight moment,
A white owl appeared at home,
Shaking feathers owl flew again.
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For every tiny town or place
God made the stars especially;
Babies look up with owlish face
And see them tangled in a tree;
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SO we, who've supped the self-same cup,
To-night must lay our friendship by;
Your wrath has burned your judgment up,
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Respected Poetess Madam
Poetic Lotus (काव्य कमल)Savita Tyagi
[Note: This review letter is World Poetry Day Special Comprehensive Review on date 21st March 2019 and Gift given on Occasion of Happy Holi Celebration for date 22nd March 2019]
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Year 2018
Life is a set of strange happenings
At times so sweet at others so rude
From heart to heart it carries strings
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There were two little skeezucks who lived in the isle
Of Boo in a southern sea;
They clambered and rollicked in heathenish style
In the boughs of their cocoanut tree.
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I am not a poet?
I am not a poet, mutated in womb
I am not a poet, born with a silver spoon
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I met an old journalist recent
He was so sad on present
Happenings in the newspaper industry
Editor post is of least importance,
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When in midnight of life
What will you see?
Did you use your abilities
To be the person you wanted to be?
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Pointing dishes at galactic streams.
Sighing stars, echo faintly screams.
Deep in vistas amid glimmering clouds,
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As day settles down and stars bloom
Tuneful sweet melody universe gives,
Twinkling of stars dance in reflection,
Due to night all creatures sleep to rest.
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Shalt the mirage be the oasis,
My thirst longed for the fancy of arrival,
Shall the distance be lesser and closer,
Shall the happy abode be the comfort of heart.
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November month comes to an end today for sure;
Just a month more is for the year to end too!
A lot of rains have cheered farmers to go ahead
With their works in agricultural sector well!
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Jim sits alone in his cottonwool world,
a man without a recent memory.
The shaking of his hands
caused not just by the vodca he consumes
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Good bye
Friday,31st Dec,2021
'2021' may be gone
we felt it as golden
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If a forecasting is done,
It may be true or it may not be,
Weather may change soon or late,
Storm may come or may not,
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In Short What Is In The Poem Mediterranean Girl's War Phobia
May 5, 2023
The poem "Mediterranean Girl's War Phobia" is a wake-up call by the poet. The poem observes the world and the nature of inhumanity taking place, especially in the Gulf regions. Notably, these countries have been in constant fights. As a result, people have died, others have migrated to safer areas, and several other impacts felt. The poet realizes the effects these wars bring to the environment, such as pollution resulting from the heavy ammunition and war weapons used. Meanwhile, the 21st century has brought a different kind of civilization that is desirable for any society. In the wake of this, the poet hopes for a transformation to end all these confrontations and form a peaceful block with no unrest.
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Well, I invite some elite poets
To celebrate the last day of this year
With the final cup of poetic coffee
And to puff the last imagination
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Receive with grace
Friday,11th January 2019
What do you want to be?
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There lived a man up on a hill
The locals did not bid him ill
But playground whispers of this one
Who kept his offspring in the sun
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Tale to world
Never write a word
Without blessings from lord
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Love happiness
Monday,12th August 2019
I love happiness
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This broken day has all the worries
Gathered from the heavy texture of the night
This corner is lit dark
This corner has the warmth of a mother's lap.
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She’s native, naked, she’s native and naked
She takes me down and wipes my body
She holds me in her arms and warms my heart
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Recalling the past through reminiscence
By visual representation on a surface,
Printed or drawn or photographed
Pictures are made from things or events and are biographed.
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Beautiful moment
Friday,26th
life is moving ahead
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Babies in mothers’ lap
Toddlers shouting lengthy lullabies
Friends cracking jokes
Girls blushing in mobile phones
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Say always, thanks
Thursday,31st January 2019
Humble yourself and say thanks
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The only window
Sunday,19th August 2018
I shall translate
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inhuman feelings
Monday,8th Nov 2021
Feel sure about happenings
as well behave human beings
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I look at life's happenings
And it feels like hell is ready to jump on.
With a glare I put on my fighting gloves.
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The posse of twenty was still gone on the hunt.
The sixteen wolves were fleeing from the hunter's front.
The trackers and hunters had supplies that would last.
It was raining hard, and the trail was fading fast.
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I gone, and i know you feel alone
I tried but now my patience is outgrown
And you're convinced this pain wont leave
Just listen to me, you r so damn naive
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Some space here
Sunday,2nd August 2018
Why do we think there is some space?
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Burning up Bridges,
Even before
They are built!
We are in a period
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Well, left to most of us
We sure would like to trust,
But thanks this virus
Most of our trust seems bust.
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Yesterday is past happenings
I must not return favors
Looking to the future
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War, hatred, violence and terrorism
are never the true calls
from our conscience.
But these are common happenings
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He died deeply frustrate
Under the burden of dire debt,
But that was not his fate.
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Leaving behind disastrous taste,
It came, an unexpected guest.
Came, a lot on the way to drown,
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A rooster's early morn calling sense,
Is it too much of neighbourly nuisance?
But raised has cockerel's morning heist
Oh crows of loud protest
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Take initiative
Friday,11th October 2019
Someone will have to initiate
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No assistance
We have come here
And accompanied with tears
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Angela, the real human
Thursday, January 4,2018
6: 32 AM
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I warmly remember those winter days
When in our lawns we would set bonfires ablaze,
And our neighbors would automatically swarm
To share with us its glowing warmth.
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Swift footed- manical Zeus...
Cuts through ones flesh with his sword-
Ordaining the happenings of his legion
Leaving the God Apollo-less adored;
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Like day and night are part of a day, gay and grief are in world life of all;
There is equal time gap between day and night unlike gay and grief in human life;
This gap variation between gay and grief varies from each and everyone here;
Why is this variation there and what will happen if it is not so in human life?
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There's this young lass, a Los Angelest,
Who her nude snaps sold, for self the least,
But for a selfless cause—
For bush-fire loss it was,
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Why honeymooners were short of sleep?
If to an obvious thing you leap,
That would be one-track mind,
There's a reason behind:
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Unique in a way all humans are,
Some can’t accept it that’s why they war.
We are the people who are diverse.
We are called in diverse sectors.
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Last night's dream was awfully unusual,
Something I rarely have experienced.
Death and destruction not of Nature's
But the casualties caused by humans.
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On a geocentric celestial sphere,
the vernal equinox gives the atmosphere,
these two lovers
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A poet whose pen is more powerful than a sword,
A poet whose poetic expressions are like pearls of wisdom,
A poet who wields his pen to express humane values and ethics,
A poet who creates awareness of the happenings around him,
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... at the 'Best Member Poem' list.
For months, the poem 'Flying by Night' by Ted Kooser was number one on the list.
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The hand and its ilk in years have done little,
Slogans, postures, and little more than words,
For dark deeds, pot besides blaming poor kettle,
We voters grin and bear— cattle in herds! '
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Ah borderless birds ever so cute
That believed in no border dispute,
Yet, at the embassy level
The matter was placed still.
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If she were a young woman
Her youth would begin to wane,
Her father— of the old school,
Also thinks she's not so cool.
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All seems well and divine
In this homeland of mine,
Secured seems my today
Thanks parental love in a way,
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Today's National Cuddle up Day
To feel warm and what a way!
To me, an idle mind's way
O to while away a whole day,
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Thinking was I of this newest scare
That has stolen away people's dare—
The deadly virus COVID nineteen
For which we may soon find a vaccine.
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It was Friday morning.I was going in the little village of Arowali. My vacation had just began.My parents thought it would be a good idea to visit the village after a hectic exam.The trian slowly chugged into the station.We had to go another 3 miles by cartwheel pulled by ox.My grandparents once lived in that village.After they were over sixty they moved with us into the city.Our house was looked after by a chowkidar(a kind of secretary) .We slowly advanced towards the house.The fields were lush green and was so long i couldn't see the end, it disappeared into the horizon.
After 15 minutes, we reached our house.It was a little broken down and looked shabby but i was not dismayed about it, it gave me a feeling of adventure.People often spoke of ghosts and spirits.Although i cannot say whether it was a superstition, but to say the truth the nights were very creepy.It was all silent with the occasional buzz of insects and snakes.
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No, notso to do with the government,
With society nor system seeking rent,
Thanks, my hurts were caused by an accident.
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Few would ever opt for a bus ride
If a driver's seat's unoccupied,
Empty its fuel tank,
Repairs staring in blank,
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If there be pothole
In a sidewalk of road,
Place on it a commode
And make it a SH! T-HOLE,
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A Tele anchor asked a biz man:
Sir, how fair you find this Budget Plan?
Bold vision all so rare,
It'd take us far and fair,
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A male imposed mark of good grooming,
Confidence, a source of power looming,
Patriarchy as feels
On fair sex on high heels,
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On paper things are oft bright like sun,
But when talks can walk not, can they run?
Like a race of relay,
Damn, details do delay.
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Forced to spell, compelled when to arrive,
All he showed was honey from bee-hive—
To prove: smart can he speak—
Gullible minds to trick,
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Here is how revealing suits can wreak
Upon a curvy swimmer a trick!
The suit, said referee,
Was so high I could see
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