Catch is a girl???? Can any girl be this sensible? But then U are.

When I asked Catch he/she did not give a proper answer.
Catch bol do or we will think U are neither.

I am walled in

I cannot breathe

I hit out, I scream

And no one hears

The walls close in.



I am a puppet

They pull the strings

I must smile

Or someone might misunderstand

I must not show my heart

It is indecent

I must talk

And tread the stones with care

Or I will fall in

And drown.



Push ahead, push ahead

Or be left behind

I am a harlot

I must parade my wares

For the world has lost its eyes



The world’s a vast jungle

I fight to keep my place

And fight to remind

Myself each night

Of who I am.

: )

so let us match our steps
and wile away the lonely night
let moon shine and woo someone
I want no one but you in sight

let music tingle and tickle us
and a fire in our souls ignite
seep through each and every pore
and wash our bones in delight

so when we lift that feet again
our spirit with it takes aflight
and spread our wings lighter than air
away from worlds every plight

the soft caress of gentle whispers
and story that lovely eyes indite
that slided along the ears gently
and rested on a shoulder snow white

with each step we take together
without caring its left or right
lets go up higher a bit more
and float above the clouds tonight

lets music be our guide through
filling the hearts of joy infinite
with u and me and music alone
come, lets dance this dance tonight


.. lovely priya : ).

Like I said before,

I could be a Mickey Nobody
Or a Theresa Peabody
For sure, I am somebody

A little mystery in the air
Would anyone really care
If a gentleman or a maiden fair

Best, I would leave it your imagination
Sure,it could get me plenty of indignation

Which of the following are applicable

Main Entry: 1flirt
Pronunciation: 'fl&rt
Function: verb
Etymology: origin unknown
transitive senses
1 : FLICK
2 : to move in a jerky manner
intransitive senses
1 : to move erratically : FLIT
2 a : to behave amorously without serious intent
b : to show superficial or casual interest or liking <flirted with the idea>;
also : EXPERIMENT <a novelist flirting with poetry>
3 : to come close to -- used with with <the temperature flirted with 100°>
synonym see TRIFLE

You missed the one she meant

Flirt = Jealous (only the operands are different )


I lost a world the other day.
Has anybody found?
You'll know it by the row of stars
Around its forehead bound.

A rich man might not notice it;
Yet to my frugal eye
Of more esteem than ducats.
Oh, find it, sir, for me!

-Emily D.

A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish, -- some way back,
I could not fix the year,

Nor where it went, nor why it came
The second time to me,
Nor definitely what it was,
Have I the art to say.

But somewhere in my soul, I know
I 've met the thing before;
It just reminded me -- 't was all --
And came my way no more.
-Emily D


Windswept,
weathered,
walked upon
over many distant years.
Fallen to earth
like the walls
we once lived within.
Yet always, we survive.
Our foundation is strong.
And we continue
to look to the skies
for hope.

Na na I meant 2a wunly. U bad gurls.

He holds me to his lips

Watches me glow

Intoxicated

He cannot wait

He takes a deep breath

Draws me in—my soul

Shuts his eyes and dreams

In delirious pleasure

I am his world

He needs me

All of me.



His eyes open

He blows out my life in smoke

He slowly taps away

The ashes of my dreams.

I lie with those gone before

A broken heap of grey.

rabba!!

too good Priya : )


Whatever you say.. I still know what you know my munchkin

This one got published.

ZZZ, why aren't U a boy? Would love to have a boyfriend who called me chamiya and munchkin.

Well.. if it is just about calling you chamiya and munchkin
I can do that very well my love
Can buy you flowers sing songs and woo
and also say you're my little dove

PS :
The unstated rule for the thread
that every visitor must mind
Spam away to heart's content but
in a lovely rhyme it should bind

Shivani:
Spammer you are, though of quality
sense & nonsense you treat with equality
You don't need to essay
very hard, I must say
To produce spam of huge quantity

I know not how to rhyme
I do not have the time
Does this mean that I must go
Is this the door U show

Priye Priya, tum nahi jaana
tumhare bina yeh thread hoga soona
Agar tum chali gayee
toh catch aur Shivani
Bajaa denge mera baaja

Waise ZZZZ modern poetry has no rhyme. Tu kyun Rom ke zamane ki baat lekar baith gayi???

Poetry is a special art
I'm afraid I do not fit the part
A spammer I am to the core
Nothing less, nothing more
Best I quit this rhyming zone
And leave U all to drone
Is Catch the best in town
Or will Mandrake get the crown
Shivani parades as a dancer
But maybe she is the answer!!!

Sheesh!!!!!

lolol .. that is too good.



chup chap idhar hi raho (waise chup rehna to aapke bas ki baat hai nahi )
and I did not mean you have to actually rhyme the sentences
Just teased you baba

U have lifted a load off my head
A little more of this and I'd be dead!!!!

Sigh I have no place here
Oh I look at Zee and fear
Mandrake gives the royal ignore
I have no reason to create an uproar
With a heavy heart I leave
Hope this time what I say they believe..

N

Apne yahan ek kahawat hai nimuu..
o din dubba jadon ghodi chadaya kubba

(that day is never to be seen when a hunchback can ride)

and why are you scared of me?? youve said it fr fifth time today
what did i do?

If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'd



If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd,
And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet
Fetter'd, in spite of pained loveliness;
Let us find out, if we must be constrain'd,
Sandals more interwoven and complete
To fit the naked foot of poesy;
Let us inspect the lyre, and weigh the stress
Of every chord, and see what may be gain'd
By ear industrious, and attention meet:
Misers of sound and syllable, no less
Than Midas of his coinage, let us be
Jealous of dead leaves in the bay wreath crown;
So, if we may not let the Muse be free,
She will be bound with garlands of her own.

Keats.

Darrna hai kisise mujhe
Aur chunaa hai maine tujhe
Shivani tu mere liye sab se pyaari
Ghabraati hoon kahi tu na rahe hamari

5th time and that today?? Kahan re ???????

That's a good one, you have the gift for poetic limericks.

"Heart To Heart"

Love is a LANGUAGE, where mere WORDS have no part.
It is an ENERGY, FLOWING, from HEART, to HEART.
It is a FEELING within us, with a STRENGTH all it's OWN.
When we try to EXPRESS love, it takes FORM as a POEM.
The power of LOVE, is the SPIRIT WITHIN.
It is a POSITIVE energy, with no KNOWLEDGE, of SIN.
We are CONNECTED TOGETHER, YOU and I, HEART to HEART,
where no POWER on EARTH, not even DEATH,...makes us PART.

Pauline DiBenedetto
The following song rhymed good. Though the content is not in tune with my beliefs, all you folks may like it.

"I Am"

I AM what I AM. I am not what you SEE.
What appears now before you, is NOT my IDENTITY.
I have no AGE. I am AGE-LESS, you see;
For, "I" ALWAYS was, and I ALWAYS will be.
I am of SPIRITUAL nature. Yes, I am a SPIRITUAL being.
I am of my CREATOR, and I SHINE through GOD'S BEAM.
My God is WITHIN me, and Spirit ALWAYS will be;
For "I" am of the BLESSED. Of the one who CREATED me.
I was created as a FLOWER, BLOOMING, day...by day.
I draw NEARER to my CREATOR, as my PETALS, wither away.
I will bloom AGAIN, I KNOW, when my petals are all GONE;
For, I am made of LOVE, and Love ALWAYS will LIVE on.

Pauline DiBenedetto

Love will find out the Way

OVER the mountains
And over the waves,
Under the fountains
And under the graves;
Under floods that are deepest,
Which Neptune obey,
Over rocks that are steepest,
Love will find out the way.

When there is no place
For the glow-worm to lie,
When there is no space
For receipt of a fly;
When the midge dares not venture
Lest herself fast she lay,
If Love come, he will enter
And will find out the way.

You may esteem him
A child for his might;
Or you may deem him
A coward for his flight;
But if she whom Love doth honour
Be conceal'd from the day--
Set a thousand guards upon her,
Love will find out the way.

Some think to lose him
By having him confined;
And some do suppose him,
Poor heart! to be blind;
But if ne'er so close ye wall him,
Do the best that ye may,
Blind Love, if so ye call him,
He will find out his way.

You may train the eagle
To stoop to your fist;
Or you may inveigle
The Phoenix of the east;
The lioness, you may move her
To give over her prey;
But you'll ne'er stop a lover--
He will find out the way.

If the earth it should part him,
He would gallop it o'er;
If the seas should o'erthwart him,
He would swim to the shore;
Should his Love become a swallow,
Through the air to stray,
Love will lend wings to follow,
And will find out the way.

There is no striving
To cross his intent;
There is no contriving
His plots to prevent;
But if once the message greet him
That his True Love doth stay,
If Death should come and meet him,
Love will find out the way!

Anonymous

Sighs

All night I muse, all day I cry,
Ay me!
Yet still I wish, though still deny,
Ay me!
I sigh, I mourn, and say that still
I only live my joys to kill,
Ay me !

I feed the pain that on me feeds,
Ay me!
My wound I stop not, though it bleeds,
Ay me!
Heart, be content, it must be so,
For springs were made to overflow,
Ay me!

Then sigh and weep, and mourn thy fill,
Ay me!
Seek no redress, but languish still,
Ay me!
Their griefs more willing they endure
That know when they are past recure,
Ay me!

Anonymous

Moods of a Woman

An angel of truth and a dream of fiction,
A woman is a bundle of contradiction.
She's afraid of a wasp, will cream at a mouse,
But will tackle her boyfriend alone in the house.
She'll break open his head and then be his nurse,
But when he's well and can get out of bed,
She'll pick up the tea pot and aim for his head.
Beautiful and keenly sighted, yet blind and crafty and cruel,
Yet simple and kind.
She'll call him a king, then make him a clown,
Raise him on a pedestal, then knock him flat down.
She'll inspire him to deeds that ennoble a man,
or make him her lacked to carry her fan.
She'll run away from him and never come back,
But if he runs away, then she'll be on his tracks.
Sour as vinegar, sweet as a rose,
She'll love you one minute then turn up her nose.
She'll be stronger than brandy, milder than milk.
At times she'll be vengeful, merry, and sad,
She'll hate you like poison and love you like mad.
-Unknown

"Women" by Alice Walker

They wre women then
My mama's generation
Husky of voice-Stout of
Step
With fists as well as
Hands
How they battered down
Doors
And ironed
Starched white
Shirts
How they led
Armies
Headragged Generals
Across mined
Fields
Boody-trapped
Ditches
To discover books
Desks
A place for us
How they knew what we
Must Know
Without knowing a page
Of it
Themselves.


wooo... shekshy.. this one..

I Knew a Woman

I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain!
Of her choice virtues only gods should speak,
Or English poets who grew up on Greek
(I'd have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek.)

How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,
She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and stand;
She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin:
I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand;
She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake,
Coming behind her for her pretty sake
(But what prodigious mowing did we make.)


Love likes a gander, and adores a goose:
Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;
She played it quick, she played it light and loose;
My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;
Her several parts could keep a pure repose,
Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose
(She moved in circles, and those circles moved.)


Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:
I'm martyr to a motion not my own;
What's freedom for? To know eternity.
I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.
But who would count eternity in days?
These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:
(I measure time by how a body sways.)

- Theodore Roethke

GR8 going Shiv, Mandrake (Suhas), Priya and Nimii

I have no place here at all amidst you POETS...

Let me just share...n b happy

I Loved You Once


I loved you once, nor can this heart be quiet;
For it would seem that love still lingers there;
But do not you be further troubled by it;
I would in no wise hurt you, oh, my dear.

I loved you without hope, a mute offender;
What jealous pangs, what shy despairs I knew!
A love as deep as this, as true, as tender,
God grant another may yet offer you.

by Alexander Pushkin



First Love

I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.

My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.

I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.

I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.

by : John Clare

Dimpz never consider urself out of place dearie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When We Two Parted

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow—
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me—
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well—
Long, long shall I rue thee,
To deeply to tell.

In secret we met—
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?—
With silence and tears.

George Gordon, Lord Byron

Thanks Nimzz u r such a CHWEETIEPIE...

At Last


At last, when all the summer shine
That warmed life's early hours is past,
Your loving fingers seek for mine
And hold them close—at last—at last!
Not oft the robin comes to build
Its nest upon the leafless bough
By autumn robbed, by winter chilled,—
But you, dear heart, you love me now.

Though there are shadows on my brow
And furrows on my cheek, in truth,—
The marks where Time's remorseless plough
Broke up the blooming sward of Youth,—
Though fled is every girlish grace
Might win or hold a lover's vow,
Despite my sad and faded face,
And darkened heart, you love me now!

I count no more my wasted tears;
They left no echo of their fall;
I mourn no more my lonesome years;
This blessed hour atones for all.
I fear not all that Time or Fate
May bring to burden heart or brow,—
Strong in the love that came so late,
Our souls shall keep it always now!

by : Elizabeth Akers Allen

Lovely collection Dimps. You seem to be a store-house of poetry



That's a poem of truth. Are they that bad, no, not that bad! They do have the silver streak in them. Or, do they?

And mah ZZZ is poetry in motion!!!!!

How I loved teasing U.

Priya, What happened to your signature. Where is queen of hearts. Now I see only a bear hug or lick to a wounded heart?

No they are worse than that!
Stay away!
If you spot one closeby run in other direction for life and dont look back



sigh!
sweetest compliments I ever got
but now.. today.. i dont want to talk to u .. or anyone else
am going away
allllll because of you

Maine kya kiya? Why U going away???? What my fault?

A moody creature is this Zeee
Will U spank her or shall it be me?

Dil choor choor ho gaya na.
Pehle someone called it a dog, then a wolf, now a bearhug!!!!! That is a cat curled on the heart!!!
Me wanted changed na.

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Looks like a bunch of cats smirking after driving a pathetic dog/wolf up a huge heart!

The sad cat that appears to be a wolf to the world is my broken spirit.
The laughing cats are the facade.

U have an illusive senseless signature!!!

Apparently, this poetry thread is really getting to you!

Yeah, next I will be writing "Ode to a Monkey"

ODE TO THE MONKEY ON MY WALL
by Julie M.

A summer day at the Washington Zoo
a white-bearded creature was staring at me
with his big brown eyes
and yellow stained teeth.
I traveled down
the elephant-boned path.
The gift shop rose over
the camel-hump hill
dressed all in white
with its very own red-orange cap.
My monkey was on the wall of
the
people house.
I paid my zoo dollars
and sped through the tunnel
until I reached my home.
I pinned my new friend next to all the others.
This was
without a doubt
the best.
My very own
flattened,
bearded,
brown-eyed,
yellow-toothed,
smile-inducer.
I answer his request
and feel the pride of
the monkey on my wall.

The mad monkey of the forum
Twiddle dee dee twiddle dee dum
He appears a king to some
They really must be dumb
He likes to pick a fight
And give the cats a bite
His tongue is made of fire
So don't invoke his ire
He's a treasure-house of music
So that's what makes him tick
He doles out songs in plenty
Sometimes ten or twenty
He's generous to the core
And is certainly not a bore
Don't see him and run
For he's a bundle of fun
The mad monkey of the forum
Ho hum ho hum ho hum!!!!!

Priyz the poet !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hehehehehehe

I expect a kilo of bananas to be delivered at my door. For taking the pains over this paean.

Priyz kilo se mat maang Plantations ke hisaab se maang!! That is better na

Aur khayega kaun. Phir to mungee ko bulana padega khane pe!!!!

Poora vaanar sena will arrive

We inspirational, wunly, na?

U call this inspiration
I call it perspiration
Writing on a monkey
I must be a silly donkey

You do have the gift & the sense of humour. I enjoyed it thoroughly