English Poetry

Specially for Nimz and Priyz...



Love is like a large white cat

(by Nicholas Gordon)

Love is like a large white cat
Sitting on its paws.
You may pet it all you like;
It lives by its own laws.

It comes and goes as it decides
No matter what you say.
It seems the more you want it near,
The more it goes away.

And then when you are quite content
To sit out in the sun
Alone with just your thoughts and dreams,
Not needing anyone,

In it comes, as if in fear
That somehow you'll forget,
And jumps up purring in your lap,
Demanding to be pet.

Give me a kiss to build a dream on
And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss
Sweetheart, I ask no more than this
A kiss to build a dream on

Give me a kiss before you leave me
And my imagination will feed my hungry heart
Leave me one thing before we part
A kiss to build a dream on

When I’m alone with my fancies...I’ll be with you
Weaving romances...making believe they’re true

Give me your lips for just a moment
And my imagination will make that moment live
Give me what you alone can give
A kiss to build a dream on


When I’m alone with my fancies...I’ll be with you
Weaving romances...making believe they’re true

Give me a kiss to build a dream on
And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss
Ah sweetheart, I ask no more than this
A kiss to build a dream on

- LA

I believe if I should die,
And you should kiss my eyelids when I lie
Cold, dead, and dumb to all the world contains,
The folded orbs would open at thy breath,
And, from its exile in the isles of death,
Life would come gladly back along my veins.

From Creed by Mary Ashley Townsend


See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven
If if disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss me not me?

From Love's Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley



On the patio of that little cafe in the Del Mar Plaza
across from the Esmeralda Bookstore, where you can
sit sipping lam5 & look out past the Pacific
Coast Highway onto the ocean, a couple is tangled
in one of those steamy, smoldering kisses.
His right arm coils her waist, arching her back
& drawing her toward him. He could be Sicilian,
or Lebanese, with that gorgeous complexion,
those chiseled forearms, that clutch of dark curls.
The young woman's skirt, lilac & sheer, lifts
as she stretches, levitated out of her sandals, out
of her body, her head flung back, fingers
wrapped in his curls. Her long chestnut hair
spills toward her thighs as she clings to his mouth,
to his loins, to his chest. How wickedly
beautiful both of them are! To their left,
off the North County coast, on an infinite sea,
two sailboats triangulate heaven. In the sheen
of the morning, you munch an apricot scone
& sip your cafe latte, that blue cup of light at your lips,
with its genie of steam. In its vase, on your table,
a white tea rose shimmers. Your fork
shines on its plate. Everything trembles & glows.

Steve Kowit's

All the 4 are awesome, fabulous. Wow, great.

The lebanese men are handsome & women beautiful. They do have a great complexion.

Lovers sometimes rub

(by Nicholas Gordon)

Lovers sometimes rub each other's
Nerves a little raw.
We find ourselves beside ourselves
And don't want any more.

But then we think: What would we do
Without that sweet embrace?
How could we go from day to day
Not seeing that dear face?

And then we see our discontent
From the other side,
Looking at how we must look
Without our blinding pride:

And we feel love come flowing in
Like a warm and gentle sea,
Knowing that this special place
Is where we want to be.

Night comes for me throughout the day


Night comes for me throughout the day
And closes my external door.
I know that I am in for more
Unhappiness, and yet I stay.

The pain of missing you is less
Than that of missing thoughts of you.
And so I'd rather suffer through
This torture than face emptiness.

I want you with me, even though
You're not with me. You are the light
That gets me through this awful night
Yet brings the darkness where I go.

you are the light defining describing me
I cling on to you, lingering by the very edges
mesmerized and bound by the brightness

Your keep moving bringing alive the inanimate
how so wonderful and colorful patterns your touch can weave.
I might have missed otherwise, showing me how wonderful
you lure and entice me to leave
the comfortable wraps of darkness and follow your pursuit,
never letting me go neither embracing my self

I know some day I will be alone again
in silence and misery of my comfortable darkness
and lost once more in my mundane existance
trying to reach out and touch that flower on the wall
in hope of finding warmth
or that table top to trace a familiar pattern.

I know am just the shadow you cast
in a bright gay moment, never to look back
that faded somewhere in that path traversed long ago

Beautiful Stuff Dimps!!! Simple language but nice thoughts.

Who's written this? You? Good job

Dimps, lovely poems both by Nicolas Gordon.

Shivani and her atrocious english

'casted' nahi hota, sirf cast hota hai

To the poet belongs llife in its full & absolute entirety, not merely the beauty that men look at, but the beauty that men listen to........... Most people become bankrupt to having invested too heavily in the prose of life. To have ruined one's self over poetry is an honour.
Oscar Wilde

"Once touched by love, all men become poets." -- Plato, 400 B.C.

sigh!
beniyazi had se huzri banda parwar kab talak
hum sunaye hale dil aur aap kahen spell check nahi on tha

Very funny, Shiv-puttar!

aaye humdard magar dard badane aaye

spell check nahi hota hai tabhi toh 'haale-dil' 'hollow dil' hota hai na

rabba!!!

na wo samjhe hian na samjhenge meri baat ko
ya khuda de unko dil aur jo mujhko zuban aur na de

jaane do Shivani ...

bahut shor suna tha pehlu mein dil ka
kaata toh katra-e-khoon bhi na nikla

kya karoon aisa dil lekar?