Sounds like good advice.
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It is something more than sharing what we write and it is about sharing cultures and some important human aspects observed in different social and cultural situations. Some people out of their frustration and failures in dealing with humans thwart the rest who advance with their good intent and empathy. The innocent preyed on by the experienced simply wonder at the hasty the breakup. I think the negativity of such people makes them forlorn and failing to trust people they will be at loss in life. Judging all by what one experiences with the few they have encountered is a dimwitted judgment. I am sure they will miss some of the very important people they will come to in their life.
I have no hostility to them; for I have no hostility to anybody in the world since I always rested on Buddhist philosophy that hostility to anybody is vicious.
This comes as only as the expression of a surprise and is meant to share with and learn from others about the eccentricity of such people only
No madam, I am neither of them. I am a simple human only. I am a Buddhist and politics and philosophy never appealed to me. However I am interested in reading a lot and in getting on with friends all over the world beyond the territory of my origin. '
What makes you think I am a politician? Do I sound diplomatic in my posts?
No madam, politics never fascinated me in my life, not even in my early student life. I loathe politics since they deceive the innocent and take advantage of that, their innocence. I am a simple man and yet I love reading good thoughts, poetry and I have read some of your poems too and think that you must be a sensible human.
I read books of spirituality avidly and Buddhism itself is a rich source of literature and it stuffs me with plenty of ideas.
Do you like politics?
I like this poem so much. This mirrors the exact human situation we are thrown in today. This is a Buddhist way of observing things, since the core of Buddhism lies in understanding human nature and delimiting attachment
Two Tragedies Like One
No scar visible to the eye
But your spirit is wounded
Like mine.
We are two for tragedy!
I'm not entitled to judge,
stupidly I fell for an illusion too
My good sir we are dreamers...
Believing in the unreachable.
If only a little closer.
Apparently we are bound to suffer,
You fell for a romantic
A fool, a dreamer too.
Now we are totally abandoned,
Along with the bitter wishes undone
And - of one's own company.
Two lonely hearts left to bleed...
Trying to survive the bitterness...
We imagine what it could have been
Had we made it work.
But alas it wasn't meant to be
You're here alone
And so am I.
The entire world is weeping thru this poem. I am moved
This is one of the marvelous poems I have read lately.
Well now... I had forgotten about the Co-writes. I wrote this poem with another my good friend Maximilianus. From whom I have known now for just past 2 years. Sometimes it takes a long time to get to know someone. All my other work has been removed by my permission. So you will only find co-writes, with other members.
Thank you for reading this poem. I'll be sure to mention it to my dear friend Max.
You are true and reading your poems I feel you have both, the education and the talent and or else such illuminating poems would not have been born o f you. One can write prose but poetry is something different and it calls for inspiration too and I find both blended in your poetry
I do believe you are being too generous in your critique. However you are passing judgement on my poems from which are co-writes, and in this particular case my friend max needs to be complimented as well. He wrote 50% of this poem.
:sleep: ...shleeepy!!!
Plus - an itchy preggie-belly!
Maybe he deserves too but I have not talked with him and will talk eventually.
It is a good example of how two persons in togetherness can write such a wonderful poem. He to must be a sensible man, very wise too or else poetry of this majesty would not have happened. I believe that something outside force makes this happen or else everybody would have been a poet.
May I ask you why you had removed your personal poems from the forum? Poems are mainly written for sharing and your readers deserve the joy of reading poetry.
I am missing them, and this is sad.
Tell me how you got inspired to write poetry. There must be a fountain of inspiration thru which poetry flows. That is what I read about some of the greatest poets in the world. Wordsworth was inspired by the majesty of nature and Yeats was a mystic poet. Life can be a source of inspiration if we can probe into the vigor of it. I cannot incarcerate poetry within these confinements. It is beyond measure and understanding
Trust me you are not missing much.
My inspiration comes from my head. I don't focus on a particular genre. Actually I lie. I used to focus on sad soppy love poems. Nor do I allow any one person to determine the outcome of a poem. But I have to admit, being on this forum I have extended my fields to the darker side of poetry. Something from which I could not write before starting this site. Not that I am completely proud of it. I'm not into writing about nature and my vocabulary needs to be improved.
Quite true. Have you focused on a particular genre poetry would not have been born of you. This is a mingling of many genres, thoughts, sensitivities.
I have read plenty of modern poetry and most of them do not touch me at all.
However I am firmly convinced that poetry has to do with the power of imagination and sensibility. Poetry is the soul of something, life, feelings, humanity and prose is the bone and muscle of them. That is why I am tirelessly applauding the work poetry. Poetry is my cup of tea and I am a voracious reader
I'm sick of dating people. I'm going to start going out with armadillos.
In fact I do not know the craft of writing poetry. I had written once a bunch of poems, they had turned out to be prosaic things and you will find them nauseating.
I often feel fed up with the world I am living in, with the people I am dealing with. I have seen a great amount of sufferings, injustices and sabotages everywhere and I often try to mirror these things thru poems. I cannot write love poems since because I have nothing to say about them, anything striking.
I hate political leaders and I want to write a few poems to arouse the people against the regime in my country. However I am not in politics and have no interest.
Poetry is the heartbeat of an individual and only those who can understand the profundity of it can write poems.
Ours is a Buddhist country and we have to learn by rote so many Buddhist hymns. They are in fact beautiful poems. But they are religious prayers.
I have heard that only those people can write love and sentimental poems who have lived through such experiences. My life is dull and unexciting and as such I cannot write sentimental poems.
However coming across this forum and to a few friends like you I feel my world is expanding and my circle of friends is increasing.
This is what I am thinking about, funny things
I seriously do need a new avatar and a signature.
Dear God, tell me people don't expect THAT when they think of my home!
Bugger - back to work tomorrow.
I'm thinking it might not make sense to get a cat when you're allergic to it, but this kitten is worth all the sniffles.
Who calls an art gallery "house of pleasure"? Is it even possible not to know what that means?
I'd say.
How about this guy:
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I may steal this guy:
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How about this one for you:
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What a long couple of weeks at work! At last the weekend is finally here!!
as for the avatars... I would suggest anything in the Yoda style :D
what a couple of buttcheeses
I guess I should go watch Griffin wail on Shogun, but I don't want to see any other humans.
Them: "So, er uh, what are you up to these days bud? Workin' hard or hardly workin'?"
Me: "Drowning kittens, actually. Well, when I'm not getting sexual gratification by lighting fires."
Them: "Sounds good bud, I'm at Milner now. You know, got to pay the bills eh? Especially now that I got another little one on the way."
Me: "Oh, I eat babies."
Them: "Yeah, kids really teach you what life's all about, eh? Hey, you goin' to Rockies for a beer later?"
Me: "I hate you and I wish you unspeakable torment."
Them: "Yeah, it's really great to see you again too eh? Say hi to your mother for me."
Should I go have a shower now and wait a couple of hours before I go out or wait a couple of hours, shower then go out? Decisions, decisions...