Best Brotherhood Poems

O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
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Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood!
If our great Mother has imbued my soul
With aught of natural piety to feel
Your love, and recompense the boon with mine;
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BOOK I
DEEP in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,
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Blood spilled all over on ground
Bodies scattered and in mutilation found
Fresh wave of violence gaining round
Hatred, distrust reign with system sound
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I am a man: little do I last
and the night is enormous.
But I look up:
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Give me your patience, sister, while I frame
Exact in capitals your golden name;
Or sue the fair Apollo and he will
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My friends without shields walk on the target

It is late the windows are breaking
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Myth has it that the riches of the rich are good for all the people
And such a fable has got so many performances that it’s easy
To be swayed into thinking that it’s just the truth.
But when I see the eyes of the poor, aloof in their bare poverty,
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Beauty is seen daily in poetic duty every day,
Cutie is our Poem Hunter Family all here say.

Far across the globe poets unite here to write,
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Thy voice prevails - dear friend, my gentle friend!
This long-shut heart for thee shall be unsealed,
And though thy soft eye mournfully will bend
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Imagine that there is no heaven
Above us only a sky
Imagine that there is no religion
To create controversy and lies.
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I

The world is a vast market of trading love
though it is not a visible commodity at all
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Neither I have right to express opinion,
Nor do I have any desire to make humble submission,
It is just the guilt of admission,
To ask for something can be out of question,
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OUT-WORN heart, in a time out-worn,
Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;
Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight,
Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.
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Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill;
Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes!
No longer leave thy wistful flock unfed,
Nor let thy bawling fellows rack their throats,
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Why countries are simply invaded?
Do the other countries are principally wedded?
Does their ethnic love and belonging firmly embedded?
The country’s territory annexed and added
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On green grass near hill top sat one poet
Seized with serious thought but very quiet
He was lean and thin but on simple diet
He mastered an art in composing the duet
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To do some little good before I die;
To wake some echoes to a loftier theme;
To spend my life's last store of industry
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Is it possible that She will have me forgiven for ambitions continually crushed,--
that an affluent end will make up for the ages of indigence,--
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If I were a voice, a persuasive voice,
That could travel the wide world through,
I would fly on the beams of the morning light,
And speak to men with a gentle might,
And tell them to be true.
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As when two men have loved a woman well,
Each hating each, through Love's and Death's deceit;
Since not for either this stark marriage-sheet
And the long pauses of this wedding bell;
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DEIGN, Prince, my tribute to receive,
This lyric offering to your name,
Who round your jewelled scepter bind
The lilies of a poet's fame;
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This is the Chapel: here, my son,
Your father thought the thoughts of youth,
And heard the words that one by one
The touch of Life has turn’d to truth.
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One two three four five six seven eight hey baby you're a little too late
I'm standin' on the outside lookin' in at you on the inside
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O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman!
Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds!
Such join'd unended links, each hook'd to the next!
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All roads that lead to God are good.
What matters it, your faith, or mine?
Both centre at the goal divine
Of love’s eternal Brotherhood.
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Four Tao philosophers as cedar waxwings
chat on a February berry bush
in sun, and I am one.
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As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete
Was unto me, but why that I ne might
Rest I ne wist, for there n'as erthly wight
[As I suppose] had more of hertis ese
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No, Bill, I'm not a-spooning out no patriotic tosh
(The cove be'ind the sandbags ain't a death-or-glory cuss).
And though I strafes 'em good and 'ard I doesn't 'ate the Boche,
I guess they're mostly decent, just the same as most of us.
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O STAR of France!
The brightness of thy hope and strength and fame,
Like some proud ship that led the fleet so long,
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The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent,
And tallest, Gareth, in a showerful spring
Stared at the spate. A slender-shafted Pine
Lost footing, fell, and so was whirled away.
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Many a green isle needs must be
In the deep wide sea of Misery,
Or the mariner, worn and wan,
Never thus could voyage on -
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Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide,
Came a ghost, and for a moment walked in silence by my side --
Now my heart was hard and bitter, and a bitter spirit he,
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One morn as through Hyde Park we walk'd,
My friend and I, by chance we talk'd
Of Lessing's famed Laocooen;
And after we awhile had gone...
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'Tis strange that in a land so strong
So strong and bold in mighty youth,
We have no poet's voice of truth
To sing for us a wondrous song.
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WHEN I peruse the conquer'd fame of heroes, and the victories of
mighty generals, I do not envy the generals,
Nor the President in his Presidency, nor the rich in his great house;
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No one's hangin' stockin's up,
No one's bakin' pie,
No one's lookin' up to see
A new star in the sky.
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IT is full Winter now: the trees are bare,
Save where the cattle huddle from the cold
Beneath the pine, for it doth never wear
The Autumn's gaudy livery whose gold
Her jealous brother pilfers, but is true
To the green doublet; bitter is the wind, as though it blew
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Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused
With rain, where thick the crocus blows,
Past the dark forges long disused,
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They came from the lower levels
Deep down in the Brilliant mine;
From the wastes where the whirlwind revels,
Whirling the leaves of pine.
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LARA. [1]

CANTO THE FIRST.
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The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings
The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings,
I sing. Say you, her instruments the great!
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He opens his eyes at the dawn
someone scatters rays of spirituality on his face
and his face becomes a sun
throughout the day he lights the way of humanity.
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Deer hunting time is here again
And many hunters take to the woods
After months of planning with family and friends
They gather in common brotherhood
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I did not think that I should find them there
When I came back again; but there they stood,
As in the days they dreamed of when young blood
Was in their cheeks and women called them fair.
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Yet one Song more! one high and solemn strain
Ere PAEAN! on thy temple's ruined wall
I hang the silent harp: there may its strings,
When the rude tempest shakes the aged pile,
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King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap
Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat
In hall at old Caerleon, the high doors
Were softly sundered, and through these a youth,
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Amid the smoke of cities did you pass
The time of early youth; and there you learned,
From years of quiet industry, to love
The living Beings by your own fireside,
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Xmas comes once in every year,
It brings happiness and gladness tear.
December twenty-fifth is a holy-day,
Also it is for the student a holiday.
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India is our beautiful country
Her presence is in South Asia,
Along with the neighbouring countries
She has peaceful relationship.
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Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wings
Hyperion slid into the rustled air,
And Saturn gain'd with Thea that sad place
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Too much my heart of Beauty's power hath known,
Too long to Love hath reason left her throne;
Too long my genius mourn'd his myrtle chain,
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Diwali is a festival of love and light,
Its aim is to live in peace, not in fight.
It is celebrated to recall memory of Lord Ram,
People with sacred body offer God psalm.
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He who uses his knowledge
To sow seeds of terror
Division and hate
Is likened to a well dressed beast.
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Well hast thou spoken, and yet, not taught
A feeling strange or new;
Thou hast but roused a latent thought,
A cloud-closed beam of sunshine, brought
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Why does mankind hate people based on religion and race?
Is it ignorance, education, or governments deciding our place.

For people are people regardless of the color of their face.
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Let the year 2k+11 blossom
Ever let it remain green handsome
The world to be at peace and harmony!
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When the moon is on the wave,
And the glow-worm in the grass,
And the meteor on the grave,
And the wisp on the morass;
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New year beginning
Evil ways now ending
Peace is finding way
For God having say
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How beautiful is the Belief, when we belief in the God
How beautiful are the Creatures, when we belief in the Creator
How beautiful is the Motherhood, when we belief in the Sacrifices
How beautiful is the Fatherhood, when we belief in the Battles
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How often in the years that close,
When truce had stilled the sieging gun,
The soldiers, mounting on their works,
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Barack Obama you are great,
I am amazed, US celebrates;
So long show piece statue,
Liberty’s soul you liberate.
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-for pilgrim sake,
and land once, of 'Native' soil
Allegiance pledged, of
conquest gained, from
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This English Thames is holier far than Rome,
Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea
Breaking across the woodland, with the foam
Of meadow-sweet and white anemone
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Towards the middle of the last century a man was moved to the core by the unbearable miseries, agony and social ostracism being suffered by victims of leprosy. It was sufficient to help him realize what his life’s mission ought to be. He wanted to be faithful to his conscience. He relinquished his luxurious life style, his lucrative profession and voluntarily embraced poverty to identify himself with the deprived and the depressed. The rest of his life was a saga of struggle, a struggle against the infirmities of the mind of man, a struggle against the cruelties of the world. The rest of his life was a poem in action; a beautiful poem of self-less service, of creative compassion, of unflinching faith, of determination, love and peace. That was the great social worker BABA AMTE.

I am a humble friend of Baba Amte and his Anandwan. I have fortunately had the opportunity to experience in person the greatness of this really wonderful person, from a fairly close range, although for a short time. The 21 poems included in this collection issued forth from my heart during these periods of my closeness with him. They speak something about his ideas and ideals, about his work and his wisdom. Hence I desire to present it before the general public, as a humble service of mine. If it serves to inspire anybody, if it serves to spread his message, at least to some extent, I think, humanity would be to that extent, happier and more peaceful.
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(dedicated to Karin Anderson, a great poet at poemhunter)

क ् ल ै ब ् य ं म ा स ् म ग म
प ा र ् थ न ै त त ् त ् व य ् य ु प प द ् य त े
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Leaving large oceans for the large whales
O you the proud elephant! Largest on the land,
You look amazing sleeping in a standing position
Pity on you, when you fall you never stand!
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THE woods of Arcady are dead,
And over is their antique joy;
Of old the world on dreaming fed;
Grey Truth is now her painted toy;
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Respected poetess Madam
Wonder Jasmine Sylvia Frances Chan

[Note: This review letter is World Poetry Day Special Comprehensive Review published on date 21st March 2019 and Gift given on Occasion of Happy Holi Celebration for date 22nd March 2019]
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I dream, I dream, I dream,
Of my good old days
Of future and its pleasant ways
Hope my dream, forever it stays.
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Now haste thee while the way is clear,
Paul Revere!
Haste, Dawes! but haste thee not, O Sun!
To Lexington.
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Around the council-board of Hell, with Satan at their head,
The Three Great Scourges of humanity sat.
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Now this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser decreed,
To ease the strong of their burden, to help the weak in their need,
He sent a word to the peoples, who struggle, and pant, and sweat,
That the straw might be counted fairly and the tally of bricks be set.
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A dung heap of rotting corpses:
Glazed eyes, bloodshot,
Brains split, guts spewed out
The air poisoned by the stink of corpses
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Last
Pleasant morning walk
Poignant prayers
Holy visit for worship
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I
Clay is the word and clay is the flesh
Where the potato-gatherers like mechanised scarecrows move
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Children

Pray dearest mother if you please
Cut up your double-curded cheese,
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"What says the sea, little shell?
What says the sea?
Long has our brother been silent to us,
Kept his message for the ships,
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Where Autumn runnels fret and foam
Past banks of amber fern,
Since track was none I chanced to roam
Along a Border burn.
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Reading and writing we need to do
We need to publish and promote,
Poetry comes from invisible thought,
In written form this is visible to all,
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This worthy limitour, this noble Frere,
He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance
Upon the Sompnour; but for honesty* *courtesy
No villain word as yet to him spake he:
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Saint Brandan sails the northern main;
The brotherhood of saints are glad.
He greets them once, he sails again;
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Far from the maddening crowd,
Here is a man
Making rare inroads into life.
Far from the din of the world,
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- It was November,2020.
I was with my daughter
in southern Utah, deep canyon country,
seeking some temporary solace, far away
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Three Holies sat in sacred place
And quaffed celestial wine,
As they discussed the human race
With dignity divine.
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Wise men tell me thou, O Fate,
Art invincible and great.
Well, I own thy prowess; still
Dare I flount thee, with my will.
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SIX changeful years have vanished since I first
Poured out (saluted by that quickening breeze
Which met me issuing from the City's walls)
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I. Soon

Of all the springtimes of the world
This one is the ugliest
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Love - A lofty emotion,
Is beyond all logic,
Is far beyond math and logarithm,
Is above all locations and languages.
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Oh, gallantly they fared forth in khaki and in blue,
America's crusading host of warriors bold and true;
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I.

Master and Sage, greetings and health to thee,
From thy most meek disciple! Deign once more
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My son, your troubled eyes search mine,
Puzzled and hurt by colour line.
Your black skin as soft as velvet shine;
What can I tell you, son of mine?
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Dear God, could you reveal thyself
In a way we understand?
Could you make known some way to share
A universal plan?
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The time has come to fight against Devils
Who have no category, no religion, no heart.
How much blood do they need to drink, to bathe?
They are really coward, the creatures of hell.
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Love gives touch in slow breeze,
Breeze whispers in steady flow,
Heaven is in Loveland we all feel,
Love builds heaven in Earth again.
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Amid a fertile region green with wood
And fresh with rivers, well doth it become
The Ducal Owner, in his Palace-home
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Some say the spot is banned; that the pillar Cross-and-Hand
   Attests to a deed of hell;
But of else than of bale is the mystic tale
   That ancient Vale-folk tell.
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"Lord God of Hosts," the people pray,
"Make strong our arms that we may slay
Our cursed foe and win the day."
"Lord God of Battles," cries the foe,
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THE leaves were fading when to Esthwaite's banks
And the simplicities of cottage life
I bade farewell; and, one among the youth
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The Landgrave Hermann held a gathering
Of minstrels, minnesingers, troubadours,
At Wartburg in his palace, and the knight,
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