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    Personal Expressions in Poetry

    Thanks to Satay for opening the 'Poet's Corner' for a good cause; and here is the effect!

    These are verses (I would hesitate to call them poetry) I was 'inspired' by the Muse to scribble during my college days (over 36 years ago). I am presenting them here for their supposed 2-cents' worth.

    It is my belief that everyone is a poet at heart; he/she only needs to express what gushes inside in words. Poetry in the English classical form is rather easy to pen, though the quality and sparkle depends on its message.

    Epigrams

    An epigram is a short poem with a witty or satifical point. It is a good way to think about things.

    PEACE is a motley curtain on the stage
    Between the brawling scenes in a play of rage.

    DEATH is the gesture of the Light
    To the meandering Plane amidst its flight.

    FASHION is a greedy worm
    That eats the fruits of agelong forms.

    This LIFE's a tale, and we wish to be its hero;
    But as it ends, we find ourselves to be a zero.

    POEMS are photographs taken by mind
    And seen through both pairs of eyes combined.

    POEMS are insects wafting sweet pollen
    Of ambrosial minds that are with joy swollen.

    POEMS are diamonds delved from the deepest mine;
    Polished by Wit, from everywhere they shine.

    POEMS are forgeries of minds inspired;
    And poets scarcely escape, exacting to what they desired!

    POEMS are pickles soaked long in mind,
    To give that pungent taste unique for their kind.

    Here are some light verses. A limerick is a verse in 5 lines, usually with the rhyme scheme aabba in a specific metre (check dictionary for details). It is one of the preferred forms for light verses and nonsensical poems.

    The first of the following verses is not a limerick but a reqular quartrain. In the limerick 'On Life' that follows, you may probably hear the sound of the train moving on its track!

    God the Chemist

    God, the Chemist, in His lab of heaven
    Titrated with the Sun's liquid rays
    The dark night; it dissolved to traces when
    The rosy morning appeared by His grace!

    On Life

    Along the predestinate grooves
    Curved like a projectile's trajectory moves
    This train of our long life,
    Hijacked without a strife
    By Destiny. Rejected, dejected it moves!

    The Ideal Student

    "I'll prepare a schedule," he said,
    By his poor performances disquieted.
    He spent weeks to adapt it,
    He spent months to adopt it;
    "Tomorrow's the test," he moaned at length in bed!

    Some forums (even science forums) have a poetry forum where the members are encouraged to pen their thoughts in poetry. Please feel free to use the medium of verse which is a gift of God and post your experiences with poetry, either in this thread or another. We may also collect good haikus in our Poetry forum in a separate thread.

    I also wrote some longer verses; shall post them if the members would like to read it.

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    Re: Personal Expressions in Poetry

    Hari Om
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    Quote Originally Posted by saidevo View Post

    Epigrams

    An epigram is a short poem with a witty or satifical point. It is a good way to think about things.

    PEACE is a motley curtain on the stage
    Between the brawling scenes in a play of rage.

    DEATH is the gesture of the Light
    To the meandering Plane amidst its flight.

    FASHION is a greedy worm
    That eats the fruits of agelong forms.

    This LIFE's a tale, and we wish to be its hero;
    But as it ends, we find ourselves to be a zero.

    POEMS are photographs taken by mind
    And seen through both pairs of eyes combined.

    POEMS are insects wafting sweet pollen
    Of ambrosial minds that are with joy swollen.

    POEMS are diamonds delved from the deepest mine;
    Polished by Wit, from everywhere they shine.

    POEMS are forgeries of minds inspired;
    And poets scarcely escape, exacting to what they desired!

    POEMS are pickles soaked long in mind,
    To give that pungent taste unique for their kind.

    Here are some light verses. A limerick is a verse in 5 lines, usually with the rhyme scheme aabba in a specific metre (check dictionary for details). It is one of the preferred forms for light verses and nonsensical poems.

    The first of the following verses is not a limerick but a reqular quartrain. In the limerick 'On Life' that follows, you may probably hear the sound of the train moving on its track!
    Namaste saidevo,

    very nice.

    What is an epigram? a dwarfish whole, Its body brevity, and wit its soul.
    Author? unknown
    यतस्त्वं शिवसमोऽसि
    yatastvaṁ śivasamo'si
    because you are identical with śiva

    _

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    Namaste Yajvan.

    I am glad that my verses are liked in HDFpuri. The author of the epigram quote you have mentioned is Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

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    Re: Personal Expressions in Poetry

    Quote Originally Posted by saidevo View Post
    I also wrote some longer verses; shall post them if the members would like to read it.

    Namaste All,

    Yes please saidevo...


    Universal Prayer



    O adorable Lord of mercy and love,
    Salutations and prostrations unto Thee.
    Thou art omnipotent, omnipresent, omniscient;
    Thou are Satchidananda, Truth, Knowledge, and Bliss;
    Thou art the Indweller of all beings.

    Grant us an understanding heart,
    Equal vision, balanced mind,
    Faith, devotion, and wisdom.
    Grant us inner spiritual strength
    To resist temptations and to control the mind.
    Free us from egoism, lust, greed, and hatred,
    Fill our hearts with divine virtues.

    Let us behold Thee in all these names and forms,
    Let us serve Thee in all these names and forms,
    Let us ever remember Thee,
    Let us ever sing Thy glories,
    Let Thy name be ever on our lips,
    Let us abide in Thee for ever and ever.


    -Swami Sivananda



    I am He!



    Mind, nor intellect, nor ego, feeling;
    Sky nor earth nor metals am I.
    I am He, I am He, Blessed spirit, I am He!
    No birth, no death, no caste have I;
    Father, mother, have I none.
    I am He, I am He, Blessed spirit, I am He!
    Beyond the flights of fancy, formless am I,
    Permeating the limbs of all life;
    Bondage I do not fear; I am free, ever free.
    I am He, I am He, Blessed spirit, I am He!

    By: Shankaracharya









    Here's a link to some Hindu poets...



    http://www.poetseers.org/spiritual_and_devotional_poets/india/





    Retreat

    The real retreat is
    to the silent place within One-Self...
    The real renunciation
    is renouncing
    ones identification
    with the mind and body
    as who one is...




    Love,
    Soul
    Last edited by Soul; 14 November 2007 at 05:01 PM. Reason: changing ...

    From where does the "I' thought come...
    Go to That...


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    My Longer Poems

    Here are some longer poems I so fervently composed over days; I have generally been careless in preserving my juvenile compositions, yet these verses have survived in old type-written sheets of paper.

    This is a Shakespearean sonnet, which has three quartrains with the rhyme scheme abab, cdcd, efef and a couplet rhyming gg.

    The Kites

    Innocent boys are playing with their kites;
    Each freedom-loving kite aloft in sky,
    Now soars, now falls, now drifts, now wades and fiights
    Its way, wagging its tail--and flittiing to vie
    With or woo the birds--like Indian legendary snakes,
    Or the wrigglers of mosquitoes, forever
    Slighting the thread but still within its shakes,
    Enjoying the capricious currents of air.

    The anxious boys send 'telegrams' to them
    To keep them in their bounds, and flip the threads
    With the fond endearment of a father, to stem
    Their reckless motion and weigh down their spreads.

    We are such kites drifted by God above:
    The nearer we are, the safer within his love.

    Note: A 'telegram' is a paper ring the kite flier sends through the thread to control the drift of the kites.

    A song on the greatness of a poet:

    Is there a Way?

    Is there a way to pen, to carve in ink,
    Or paint in a reading mind,
    Those fragrant roses before they fade as the pink
    Of dawn along the wind?

    Is there a way to kiss those elves of Muse
    Who play in dreams serene
    Before the slightest tides disturb, and to fuse
    That kiss to papers green?

    Is there a way to catch those fleeing stars
    Receding fast in mind's
    Eternal space before they go afar
    Assigning void behind?

    If thou could carve those roses sweet
    If thou could kiss those fairy elves
    Or catch those fleeing stars, we treat
    Thee as the Poet Supreme and yield ourselves.

    Life is a precarious journey up the mountains in the hope of a spring at the summit which we try to reach amidst trials and errors:

    The Mountaineeer

    I resolve to try again
    Whenever I fail in a thing
    This trial and error makes
    Me move towards the Spring.

    But the Spring is far away
    And the road is sloping high
    To the very summit
    That lips the azure sky.

    Even as a snail on the pole
    I climb a foot but fall by three.
    Even as a child I topple down
    And need the hand of Thee.

    Thus I plan and fail that makes me frail;
    I sob and sigh that makes me dry;
    You smile and smile and time beguiles
    I hope and hope and hold the rope--

    Before me creep the greyish stones,
    Beneath me waits the vale for bones.

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    Re: Personal Expressions in Poetry

    namaste sai,
    got anymore poetry to share?
    satay

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    Namaste Satay.

    Thank you for asking. Here are two more penned during my college days:

    Relay Race

    BOYS are playing relay race:
    Look, they whirl around in pairs;
    We watch the game with changing face,
    As to whom to the Judge the Cup declares.

    Now boys, the dawn and day and dusk and night
    Maintain the same thing with us: they whirl around
    With the magic wand of Time! The Stars delight
    To watch the game as to whom the Cup is bound.

    Young boys and girls, we bear the sacred Torch
    Of Wisdom which our dads have left for us.
    Come let's revolve, evolve, and gain the march,
    And pass the Torch to Posterity when we should pass!

    To the Muse

    Jasmines, roses, lilies and lotus flowers
    Cannot equal thy smile!
    They live only for hours,
    Whereas thine reads a life of Eternal Style.
    Last edited by saidevo; 23 January 2008 at 11:01 AM.

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    Contrasting Joy and Pleasure was a favourite theme with Davis. While pleasure is mostly of the senses, joy is something that transcends senses and goes into heart. What we call aesthetic pleasure is really a kind of joy. "A thing of beauty is a joy for ever", says Keats. All sights, thoughts and sounds of beauty kindle joy in a poet:

    JOY

    NEVER I saw a fairer child--
    Sweet as a rose
    on the dark, thorny stalk
    she perched
    on the hands of a damsel.
    (Damn the damsel and come to the child!)
    I stared astonishingly
    at her eyes
    f-l-u-t-t-e-r-i-n-g
    from face to face
    like butterflies.
    Her little tongue like little bells
    sounded at pujas
    rang out her lisps
    astounded
    at the myriad munching mouths of men!
    As I stood up
    and drew near her
    and patted on her cheeks
    with fear,
    LOOK, ALL MY WORLD GREW HAPPY THEN!

    ALL days I was murmuring
    over the records of a melody
    of a jungle film
    as if I were half
    the lark of the Tamil skies
    and half
    the honey-tongued youth!
    Food for the growlers
    of my meandering plane!
    No more, yes, no more
    did the ailerons complain
    nor the elevators
    and the craft landed safe
    at the scene of light
    the scene of truth,
    the scene of joy!

    LONG streets of bazaar
    where youths take a stroll
    in the evenings.
    But how far did they annoy
    the flitting eyes
    and the brooding mind
    until
    hundreds of fair-faces tripped along
    releasing nightingales from their lips
    and glow-worms from their eyes.
    Splendid, scientillations
    and jargons of joy!

    GRUNTING along the roads the buss was passing--
    Long, blue road cutting through the little fields;
    Fields of paddy--grapevine--sugercane.
    What a variety of green!
    Young blades of tender green
    shaded into those
    of darkening green,
    these into green
    matured and thick
    and to the ripening crops
    of yellowish green!
    And then the tarnished green
    of palms--banyans--drumsticks--coconuts--plantains.
    Patches of palm erect marched along.
    Broad banyans
    time-revered
    stretching their showery hands
    like spiders dangling in air.
    Smooth barked drumsticks
    passed into cool, coconut groves
    guarding the road.
    And the plantains with their spade-like leaves
    were digging the air
    that spanned the whole area
    by pushing the clouds--
    clouds like cotton bags hanging--
    against the Western Ghats.
    Those dark-blue mountains
    with their awesome shapes
    ran hand in hand with the road,
    until the surging clusters of night
    fell over them and hid the sight.
    Soon the headlamps had to scan the way
    while the mind in tranquillity
    was busy recollecting those moments of joy.

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    saidevo's attempts at haiku

    Writing a haiku looks simple but is actually difficult: you get ideas and a torrent of words. All of them you must reduce: to 3 lines, 17 syllables; 5 syllables on the first line, 7 on the second and 5 on the third. Plus a personal experience, outlook and a seasonal theme.

    God through idols? How
    Prim'tive! I'm modern: only
    icons to click here.

    Raindrops move and merge
    on wires outside: advaita!
    Leftovers for maid.

    You are me and I
    am you: so you foot the bill.
    My purse, I forgot!

    Loans for dhobis--for
    donkeys: ne'er paid back, seize them!
    Bank lost its papers.

    Tomorrow ne'er comes.
    Today and yesterdays, right?
    All loose threads--my life!

    Eyes caress the stars--
    But fingers embrace only
    my room window bars.
    (adopted from a Tamil poem by Mu.Metha)

    Fingers deftly play
    the vINA strings--while my eyes
    only remain shut.

    Wife's morning 'kolams'--
    Greedy ravens, squirrels leave
    nothing for the ants.

    (A 'kolam' is a decorative artwork drawn on the floor with flour.)

    **********

    To Prema Nair, Suma and other would-be haiku-writers (in another forum):

    Form haiku or not--
    Brevity rings a bell, fine!
    And brings forth the best.

    PremA rings the bell
    SumA serves PremA-cooked feast--
    Where are the others?

    **********
    रत्नाकरधौतपदां हिमालयकिरीटिनीम् ।
    ब्रह्मराजर्षिररत्नाढ्यां वन्दे भारतमातरम् ॥

    To her whose feet are washed by the ocean, who wears the Himalayas as her crown, and is adorned with the gems of rishis and kings, to Mother India, do I bow down in respect.

    --viShNu purANam

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    I never saw these before tonight and I had to post to tell you how beautiful they are. I love them all.

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