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International poetry Lounge
INVITATION TO ALL GICAS MEMBERS TO JOIN US for INTERNATIONAL POETRY MONTH
Good morning to all our GICAS members around the Globe. Welcome to our Poetry Lounge; for the next three months, we would like to celebrate together as we reach our second anniversary in August with International poetry month, therefore requesting members to share their favourite and most memorable poems to add to our current collection!!!.
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Johnny JohnstonLove is such an expansive word for something so complex and splintered; Which love, What love, New love, Old love, Young love, Puppy love, Erotic love, Silent love, Embodied love, Love of family, One’s spouse or children, Food tasted, The smell of spring gardenia’s, Sports, Passionate love, Forever love, Unconditional love, Then Grace. Art is emotion and an individual’s expression, whether mixed, torn, loving, gentile, insane, angry, silent, dark, erratic, humorous or fulfilling… If you can’t unmask yourself and truly be the artist you were created to be, then you will never be able to fully escape the chrysalis drawn tight which smothers your spirit, depriving deep experiences and the understanding of how emotions, through every source author one’s hunger for Love.
Without darkness, the light would be as the winds without a beginning or end and without pain, hurt, suffering and tragedy. The comprehension of comfort, joy, fulfilment, ecstasy and love would be as a still pond without purpose, or cause, reason, or verse……. Johnny 4/10/14
like a dog going by or a hill, those meaningless things, mundane, wheat ear and long hair and two lumps of sugar, the smell of your body, whatever you say about anything, with or against me,
all that which is so little I want from you because I love you.
May you look beyond me, may you love me with violent disregard for tomorrow, let the cry of your coming to explode in the boss’s face in some office
Listen to the piercing talks of colours. I am in the middle of a white square, surrounded by four dark walnut-coloured boundaries of obsession… holding an enormous cadmium yellow, deep hue and a multi-edged bleeding palette knife. I am looking for the fifth boundary. There are twisted colours dripped over the places. Bright and pale light across and beyond blended with solid shadows inaudibly listens. Deep violet sodden fingers as words around meanings. I want to mark the fifth border of space with the language of a winded clock and the bristles of a swamped brush of constraint.
I feel the gravity of phthalocyanine blue while standing under the flying shreds of a teeming rain. And listening to the words asking to open the closed fist, to sign the self that I never created. I am spinning and fragmenting towards limitlessness. I found languages are not the same as what I said or heard.
There are flows of colours from precisions or leaping bees towards the constructions of dimensions or the vestiges of an impact between a colour-laced thought and a floor full of reflections. See the burst of a vast image, like a paddy full of spikes infused with pale white, and see that nearby alleyway, soaked in rain and mud, painted with pain. All are perhaps just memories or collective visions and drilled dense spaces. Memories can be marinated in colours too. Memories are as sharp-edged bamboo dipped in black Tinta china to draw precincts. Views are transparent fishhooks fastened to massive blocks of imagination, and thoughts are beings and can translate to compound allegories. Life is a mass in the centre of a space with four boundaries of choices. Trespassing the fourth boundary is finding the fifth.
Pushkin e h 2014
Sunil Vilas
This is a poem by Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941). Noble Prize for Literature 1913 Poetry / Music / Art – The first Asian to receive the honours. He wrote poetry, fiction, drama, essays, and songs; promoted reforms in education, aesthetics and religion; and in his late sixties, he even turned to the visual arts, producing 2,500 paintings and drawings before his death.
UNENDING LOVE by Rabindranath Tagore
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times… In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age, forever. Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age-old pain, It’s an ancient tale of being apart or together. As I stare on and on into the past, in the end, you emerge, Clad in the light of a pole star, piercing the darkness of time. You become an image of what is remembered forever. You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount. At the heart of time is the love of one another. We have played alongside millions of lovers, Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting, the distressful tears of farewell, Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever. Today it is heaped at your feet; it has found its end in you The love of all man’s days, both past and forever: Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life. The memories of all love merging with this one love of ours – And the songs of every poet past and forever
When we cling to pain and fear, We hold ourselves so very near, To things that hurt and things that weigh, Our hearts and minds are down.
Learn to let things go, And you’ll see your heart will glow, Forgiving those who caused pain, Brings us healing, sunshine after rain.
When we let go of all the strife, We create space for a better life, Growing stronger, wiser too, The past behind, a future anew.
So let forgiveness be your guide, And let go of all that you hide, The healing balm that sets you free, To grow and be all you can be.
” HEALING POWER OF WORDS & SILENCE”
With every word we utter,
Comes the power to shape our fate
To lift a soul or crush it down,
To love or nurture hate.
And yet, in every silence held,
Lies the weight of consequence
For what we do not say aloud,
May speak louder than our senses.
Oh, let us choose our words with care,
And with compassion, guide our way
For every heart we touch in life,
Can be lifted or cast away.
May every word we speak be kind,
And every silence born of grace
For, in the end, it is our love,
That leaves a lasting, tender trace.
“EMBRACE THE DAY”
With each new day, the world is reborn,
A fresh beginning, a new dawn.
The sun rises, the birds start to sing,
And hope springs eternal with each new thing.
Each day brings promise, light,
and a chance to start again,
to make things right.
To love and laugh, to learn and grow,
To embrace the world and let our hearts glow.
Every day is a precious gift,
A chance to uplift, inspire and lift.
To live our lives with passion and grace,
And make the world a better place.
So let us welcome each new day;
with open hearts and minds, come what may.
For in this moment, we hold the key,
To unlock the magic of eternity.
“Memories, a Tapestry of Life”
Memories, like petals from a flower
Softly falling in a gentle shower
Each one is so delicate, a treasure to behold
A story of a life that’s untold.
The world moves on, and time flies so fast,
And we try to hold on, but it doesn’t last,
Memories fade, and moments slip away,
Leaving us with nothing but what we have today.
The dreams we had, the plans we made,
Seem so distant, like a long-lost shade,
We hold onto them with all our might,
But sometimes, we have to let go and take flight.
The heartaches and pain, the laughter and love,
All are part of the story that is made of,
The people we meet, the places we go,
All are woven together to create the path.
So, let’s embrace the journey and cherish the ride,
And find beauty in every moment that we decide,
To let go of what was and hold onto what’s true,
And find joy in the story of you and me.
“EVERYTHING’S OKAY”
In the midst of chaos and fear,
When the weight of the world feels too near,
It only takes one person, one voice,
To offer comfort and a choice.
A hand to hold, a gentle embrace,
A kind word to soften the pace,
These simple acts can mean so much,
And bring a sense of hope to clutch.
When lost in the unknown,
And feel we’re walking all alone,
The voice of one can light the way,
And guide us to a brighter day.
Sometimes, it only takes one,
To lift us and help us run,
Towards a future bright and true,
With the strength to start anew.
Kindness blooms like a flower,
In hearts that love and give power.
Spread its petals far and wide,
And watch the world come alive.
A CALL TO KINDNESS
In a world that’s often harsh and cold,
Where struggles leave our hearts feeling lost,
It’s easy to forget the good and faithful,
And lose sight of the kindness we can do.
But let us not be discouraged, my friend,
For hope and love can always mend,
And though the road may seem unclear,
A little kindness can bring us near.
So let us be kind wherever we roam,
And in our hearts, let goodness find a home,
For though the darkness unfurled,
There are still good people in this world.
“ROOTED IN GRACE”
When the roots are deep, fear not the wind,
For they hold firm, unyielding, and intertwined.
Through storms and trials, they stand steadfast,
Nurtured by earth, by rain, and by past.
Like a tree, we, too, must put down roots,
Deep into the soil, deep into our hearts.
For when the winds of life come blowing strong,
Our foundation will hold. We’ll stand tall and long.
Memories and lessons feed our souls,
Mould and shape us, make us whole.
Cherish the past, embrace the present,
For the future is ours, a gift, a testament.
So fear not the wind, nor the trials we face,
For we are strong, we’re rooted in grace.
With each new day, let’s grow and thrive,
For when the roots are deep, we’ll always survive.
SunilVilas
In the darkness, we may find the light that shines,
In stillness, we may hear the whispers of the divine,
I will meet you at the hallways of time
Where all your rancor will be forgotten
And only your loveliness remains
There’s no single room of awareness
To park consciousness
Upon a shelf and retire
Your gain — precious friendship
Hoisting wings of angelic passages
Streaming to emerald interceptions
Your loss — deftly tossed to dusty bins
Where harsh words of charcoal forgetfulness
Are compost for the progeny of unborn diamonds
I no longer ask for your recognition of lack
Or times you shortchanged the wisdom of shadows
Offering instead sturdy spiderweb sunbeams
Providing safe passage
Through an interwoven blackness of endless space
Even as a god or goddess tadpole
You may ask very quietly for directions —
And for every moment of attendant exhaustion
Struggling to manage your earthly affairs
A meadow of impossibly sumptuous wildflowers
Awaits across sprawling coffin garden beds —
Where a sleeping beauty of indwelling possibility
Is awakened by the simplest kiss of self-love
Upon losing long-rusted,
Confounded chains of limitation. The only appropriate response
Appears to be the astonishment to be reborn
And still remember who you are
Finally, I shall not detain you
Once you slip into your chrysalis tuxedo
On your way to the midnight pumpkin ball
I will keep our predestined date
At the twilight hallways of time
And without a single instance of regret
Hold you in my arms
During our first dance after your death
Upon the rays of first light
In this promised sunrise of infinity.
AND ONLY YOUR LOVELINESS
(A poem)
I will meet you at the hallways of time
Where all your rancor will be forgotten
And only your loveliness remains
There’s no single room of awareness
To park consciousness
Upon a shelf and retire
Your gain — precious friendship
Hoisting wings of angelic passages
Streaming to emerald interceptions
Your loss — deftly tossed to dusty bins
Where harsh words of charcoal forgetfulness
Are compost for the progeny of unborn diamonds
I no longer ask for your recognition of lack
Or times you shortchanged the wisdom of shadows
Offering instead sturdy spiderweb sunbeams
Providing safe passage
Through an interwoven blackness of endless space
Even as a god or goddess tadpole
You may ask very quietly for directions —
And for every moment of attendant exhaustion
Struggling to manage your earthly affairs
A meadow of impossibly sumptuous wildflowers
Awaits across sprawling coffin garden beds —
Where a sleeping beauty of indwelling possibility
Is awakened by the simplest kiss of self-love
Upon losing long-rusted,
Confounded chains of limitation. The only appropriate response
Appears to be the astonishment to be reborn
And still remember who you are
Finally, I shall not detain you
Once you slip into your chrysalis tuxedo
On your way to the midnight pumpkin ball
I will keep our predestined date
At the twilight hallways of time
And without a single instance of regret
Hold you in my arms
During our first dance after your death
Upon the rays of first light
In this promised sunrise of infinity.
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