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why don’t I spend my time
on reading today?
what others have to say?
reading is one remedy
which would give me
topics and words to write
picking one from various genres
might become todays delight
as far as I am concerned
no topic seems to have
engrossed my mind
lately, nothing has affected me
much to give me a hard time
going through some inspiring words
always have given me a hit
I have always end up writing
something my mind agrees to and fits
because reading is the best gift
one explores different scenarios and lands
while in one place she sits
Yesterday night went writing few words which completely did not satisfy me. The rainy weather today produced these words.
Everyone is a river
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
A poem, for new book, The Island.
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knows her power
heaving out of her like
red clay forming stars
the power it has on
those who watch
unable to quit her
imperfection as much an aphrodisiac
as those fine lines converging into
her thin bones
drawn tight and ageless
she smiles a drowsy grin
down turned eyes glinting
the thin shake of her hair
sharp curve in high cheeks
noble and unrepentant
she has more confidence than you
with your excuses and your fumblings
could ever possess
if she’d taught you, she’d have said
no, no, no you’re doing it all wrong
if you want that woman to like you
be cold, be indifferent
and occasionally, throw her a scrap
don’t ever show her your full regard or
the depth of your eyes
heft her over your shoulder when the time comes
take her to a dark place and without apology
do what you must, thinking…
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I wonder why it throbs
aches and hurts like hell
every time that moment passes me
touches me gently
with its fleeting touch
but leaves blisters and scars on
my suppurating skin
shuddering in pain
a moment spent in hell
I wonder why I choke on my words
mumble and stammer every time
your name is mentioned
in a passing conversation
I turn mute
and all the screeching and the screaming
fails to bring out the pain and agony
flowing through my pores
are left untouched
I wonder why my quill
still bleeds when I write
and words scream and
howls of pain;
they are waiting eternally
/to realize this/
writing about you again.
When wisdom flows
It sees no borders that bound
Humanity speaks for itself
Beyond the east or West
To let go of the trivial niggles
In unity of understanding.
Of the bigger picture….
There is much wisdom in integration, in finding meaning in the divergences.
What a poet relates of the truth in humanity.
What a scientist relates with theories of relativity
Are all drawn from the same well.
Of cosmic vibrations,
Of conscious awareness,
Of the eternal truths of life.
Where wisdom flows
There is Universal consciousness
Here is a beautiful conversation I came across between the great minds, of Albert Einstein and Rabindranath Tagore…..when the two met and spoke at length.
Do take time to read this interesting dialogue between them in this article link below.