New Poems

The Red House Mystery
By William He

Ruins and relics past,
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And with understanding, the third letter was raised on open hands, A glowing sigil forged in the crucible of cosmic thought, Its light unraveling the tangled veils of shadow and dust, Illuminating corridors where ancient truth once lay concealed.

In that hallowed moment, the universe itself seemed to pause— A stillness profound as if time held its breath, And the letter, a beacon of unsolicited wisdom, Spoke in silent verses beyond mortal comprehension.
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One day, far away, the wind began to blow
Though it didn't last long, it was so strong, the river upstream did flow
Backward bound, the mill unground flour into wheat
Blown out of the ground. post holes were found rolling by my feet
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The Odyssey of the Giant Voyager
Across the silent void, where stars whisper and galaxies pulse with ancient songs, a lone traveler drifts—The Giant Voyager. Neither flesh nor bone, nor beast nor god, he is the architect of knowledge, the sentinel of time's deepest secrets.

The Awakening
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Beneath the silent tides of void and thought, Where suns ignite and nameless stars are wrought, There dwelled a watcher, vast and lone, A mind of wisdom, carved from stone.

Not flesh nor scale, nor earthly frame, But light entwined in shifting flame. He dreamed before the birth of day, Before the cosmos found its way.
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Beneath the singing waves of stellar deep, Far, far beyond the mind's untraveled reach, An ageless watcher, wise and vast, Rests within the folded silk of space.

His mind, a map of nameless stars, His speech, the echo of forgotten tongues. He dreams not, for knowledge is his pulse, And thought is his eternal tide.
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the pig was a snake
not to be trusted
the snake was a pig
scoffing the custard
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In all the lifetime's I've had

and many more to come
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I can't change my
heart without you.
Tell me where we
went wrong, O
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In marble streets of ancient lore,
Where wisdom walked from door to door,
A sage named Socrates did tread,
With thoughtful eyes and silvered head.
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Love but to Inconnue
Love but the woman may ride the sky too.
Love but magnifying. me
The more Love the more But
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I am a Black girl.
A certified Black African girl.
We don't speak of white things—
Like mental illness and sorrow unspoken.
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I have heard you,
I have heard him too,
Both of you are different
In your opinion,
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I remember these wonderful days,
thousands of memorable hours.
I asked you, if you stay,
you can close your eyes with these flowers,
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Dockerty Sprocket dropped her clock
Right out of her shopping basket.
She wanted to pine but she hadn't the time and thought she'd better ask it.
So she went to butcher
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he drank her first—
not with reverence,
not like you would have—
but greedily,
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My only one
My smoking gun
My eclipsed sun
This has broken me down
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I am 16 years old
I enjoy theater, color guard, and poetry
I have an amazing friend group
I hate Spanish class, but I love English class
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On the bosom of nature,
under the blue sky,
Can we meet again?
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O Dionysus, breaker of chains,
I sing not for the meek, the tamed, the gelded—
But for the wolves who howl against the night,
Who tear the velvet lies from rotting thrones!
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The illusion of time
Is created
By the illusion
Of thinking about it.
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Far From the sky
Goutam Chakraborty

(In memory of Syed Adil Hussain Shah, a pony handler at Baisaran valley near Pahelgaon)
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I'll always love you
because in every single way
you are so truly beautiful.
You hold my heart and soul
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What's that noise? I heard a creak, a rattle, or was it a squeak?
That rumble or mumble came out of silence, a sound most unique
In my ear a sound so queer, an echoing word, meek and oblique
It appears to speak, in a whispering shriek, .....FREAK
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Time forever runs
In all directions
North, South, East and West
It is a constant companion.
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oh
Sal saw sea
beyond the seesaw
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In emerald halls where life once danced unbound,
A towering realm of verdant breath and sound,
The rainforest thrived—an ancient, living spire—
Now shattered, scorched by merciless fire.
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AfD, Rechts extreem Balkan, Trump met zijn christelijke gender waanzin. Vrouwen weer terug achter het aanrecht en beloond als broedmachines, wat een wereld, abortus verboden, en we smullen, de mannenclubjes komen gezamenlijk tot orgasme. Het racisme, en daarbij steeds de Ander of de Kwetsbaren (dus vrouwen, wat bewezen onzin is want vrouwen zijn zeker zo slim, capabel en sterk als mannen) . Droevig deze staat van Zijn, waarin de aartsconservatief zelfs het Moorden voor lief lijkt te nemen. Het betekent in feite dat onze multiculturele zgn democratische verworvenheden op drijfzand zijn gestoeld, dus we zijn blijven hangen en niet evolueren maar aan bewuste opzettelijke inflatie lijden! De man met strakke billennaad is kwaad, hij wil zijn domein terug en wordt daartoe zelfs een moordende soldaat, het reptielenbrein mag er weer zijn, of zoiets, en alle vooruitgang om Niets! Hij wil weer heer en meester zijn, een status aparte in Zijn Apartheidsstaat.
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He's walking down the aisle
the biggest smile he ever wore
but it is not he
who will say
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Has it been a year really?
A year of grief
You shine bright as a star
Always present in my thoughts,
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Let the wind
Sing its
Song,
And the rivers
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May is Full of Vibrant Mayflowers
Gentle Sunshine, wild breeze, flowers
And then, there are these untimely Showers.
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Since I began to rise and grow,
I've seen the truth life longs to show:
The hands that lift, the ones that shove,
Both play their part, both speak of love.
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Your love has turned
As the snow nestled
On the metal bench.
It never stirs
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Home is not made of bricks and beams,
But built in trust and silent dreams.
Not just a roof or walls around,
But where true love and grace are found.
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Times are good
the fields are flushed
with luxurious crops and fruits,
and children obey their parents--
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I believe
I know him,
He is invisible though,
I see him
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A kind and honest heart will never fail—
In the eyes of those who truly see.
Cruelty may win a fleeting tale,
But never build a world to be.
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Rózsa nyílik, madár dalol,
Anyák napján szívem dalol.
De nem csak anyát ünneplem,
hanem téged is, drága szívem!
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Anyák napján

Virág nyílik, napfény ragyog,
szívemben most dallam lobog.
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Before the heavens lit the skies,
Our hearts had met in silent ties.
Before the moon first touched the sea,
You were already part of me.
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You'll grind the gears out of it
You need to sit
Sit down and do your work
Or I'll take your fork
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We are not brothers,
We were born of different mothers.
You grew up with golden spoons,
I roamed barefoot through dusty dunes.
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To Dissolve in You

I wish to hold you not with arms,
but with the gravity of silence—
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> Ya Allah,
In a world full of noise,
I come to You for silence.
In the rush of every day,
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> I walked through silence deeper than time,
Seeking the face that lives in all things.

In the cry of the sparrow, I heard You sigh.
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> O Eternal Friend,
You who are closer than the breath,
Yet vaster than the stars,
I have wandered the deserts of men's hearts
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> 'O Breath of the Living God,
You dwell not in temples made by hands,
But in the hearts of the lowly and pure.
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It comes in waves destroys and saves, it bends
It fills space, brands history's face, waits and wends
Pulses and calms, alerts dark qualms, to infinity extends
From blackness woken it remains unbroken, all time transcends
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grandma's socks
were hollyhocks

her jumper
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'What's this? '
The only question rings
In my mind this time,
Actually I don't know
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When shadows fall and storms arise,
Still fix your gaze upon the skies.
Let doubt not dim what you must do—
Do your duty, firm and true.
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Do you not feel it, this anger?
A fire is burning in my heart.
After all these years, now the danger?
Yes, I will rage, rage in the dying light.
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A Tribute to an unsung hero

We grew in a house where silence spoke,
Not in warmth, but in words left unawoke.
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Life is beauty, and life is pain,
a dance of loss, a song of gain.
It shimmers gold, then fades to gray,
a fleeting dawn, a waning day.
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Mi mirada captó su presencia.
Sus labios rizados
Su cabello rizado
Su audacia
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The Song of Realisation
(Religion is Realisation)
by Prabir Kumar Gayen
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I want to burn some tables and chairs.
In the dark backwoods
And laugh and hear it echo in a chapel
I want to sing as loud as a raging sea
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I had melancholy till I found the Lord.
And lost my mind drinking all I could find.
I had melancholy till I joined the horde.
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Each day is priceless;
We can treasure memories
Of both weal and woe.
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Days do get longer
Nights do get lonelier
The bed feels bigger
And the blanket is colder
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You have tried
To curb it in many ways,
But you have miserably failed,
Though it's lean and pale,
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The breeze in the night fills my soul,
With a new surrender unto this play of love,
Many a night I wonder in the solitary darkness,
What is it to truly love a woman?
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walking into the street
no noise, no light
suddenly my eyes went up
seen some sparkling stars
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With unwavering conviction, I stand tall,
My heart beats strong, my spirit doesn't fall.
I hold on tight to what I believe,
And let my values be my guiding light, free.
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To the question of invasion, I would say,
In all these long centuries, never a day,
Could we boast of an absolute guarantee,
Against the threat of invasion, you see.
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My life is an appendage of yours.
When we're together, there are no more brochures
or flirting innuendos—overtures.
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My heart has been bankrupt for many days,
Many months, to the point I've lost count.
And yet now I lean on faith and not hope,
Sometimes more on one than the other.
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Through shadowed steps, my heart did stray, Lost in sin's cruel, binding sway. The weight of deeds, a crushing toll, Yet hope whispers to the weary soul.

The stars bear witness to my plea, A longing for what once could be. The crimson stain of acts undone, Burns beneath the absent sun.
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Once I walked in shadows deep, A nameless weight my soul did keep. Sin carved its mark, fierce and wild, No mercy left for the errant child.

The echoes of my failure burned, A lesson harsh that fate had turned. Yet mercy lingers in unseen light, Even for those lost in the night.
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The echoes call, they never fade, A whispered past I wish I'd trade. Regret, a ghost that clings so tight, Yet even stars must fight the night.

I stumble through the weight of shame, A name I gave, but not my name. The past once held me, fierce and strong, Yet wounds can heal, though they seem wrong.
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Beneath the willow's sleepy green sigh,
we whispered dreams too soft to try,
your fingers brushed my startled skin,
a thousand blooms awoke within.
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I almost told you,
in that breathless moment between hello and goodbye,
that I still remember the weight of your hand in mine,
still feel the echo of your laugh in the hollow of my chest.
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My ex is singing,
'Bury me in memory,
My ashes will float around your throne.'
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Many yearn for fame, others honor, some for recognition. A poet is only the tool, so few reach acclaim, Homer, Shakespeare, Poe, Longfellow, to mention a few.
It is not our image or words that remain for posterity but the distant vestiges left in their minds that they can no longer identify with what was written or where it was heard. We are embers of past fires buried under time's ashes, whispers forgotten of foot prints eroded, echoing in the minds of the future.
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UNBORN LIGHT
(Stella Of the Secret Dawn)
By Prabir Kumar Gayen
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rhino and chimp in the knife and fork drawer
a baker baking bread on the ocean floor
jumble jumble
indoor shed
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Lonely I'm
Pieces of heart
Gathering them requires time
Too busy to think of her
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If must say
Dusty and dirty
City of cleanliness
Long abandoned
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A legendary dark, so thick,
A corrosive smog to my young eyes that itched,
My kid-glove skin crawled like the parasitic tick,
It felt as though my whole system glitched.
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Our spaces and places in time, seasons of our existence choices and decisions made, most times of our own choosing. A freeway   seeing cars a few miles ahead of you as I'm headed to where I'm going today. How long has The distraction of continuous noise has it always been? There is nothing new under the heavens we came to pass from here to wherever our there will be.
Our spaces, and places in time
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On a cold morning or after a long trek,
There's a peaceful retreat where worries fleck.
Outside the world is harsh, with icy breath and chill,
But here, warmth flows, and hearts start to fill.
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Here
Downtown fear
Windy dark
City park
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Perhaps
Our rig
Is too big.
It might
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Pop
Goes
The blue plate
Act of fate
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Everyday,
Conspiracies
Abound
On the way
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Good luck
Gone
Amok
For want of wit.
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From the dock
Much adieu,
Miss the boat,
Wave to you.
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You can't sugarcoat genius with a coat of dust.
Even when the end is near.
You can hit them like a piñata.
And expect them to be broken or beaten.
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(F) uturistic parts of time,

(O) nly what's for me, will only be mine,
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You who worship yourself,
listen carefully.
I won't shout.
I don't have to.
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I am turning gold,
Slowly, steadily,
Refined by the fire.
Yes, the pain is there,
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Mama, let go…
Let go to a place where hope can grow.
Mama, it's me—your grandkid!
Let go to a place where hope can glow.
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I've got a woman.
She wants her severance pay.
And says if I don't cough up today
I'll wind up dead.
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My gaze caught her presence.
Her curly lips
Her curly hair
Her boldness
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I will leave for Jerusalem soon.
Christ will save me.
The tide of the ocean calls my soul.
What more can I do?
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Dad
The smile on your face, I miss
Almost two decades have passed
Ever since you were gone
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When I met them
In my vision,
They grievously said to me,
'We will never leave this land,
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It isn't that I am always right.
It's just that I don't bother to argue unless I am
This isn't because I am a belligerent fool
I understand it's all about perspectives.
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