Book Poems
From 'Ulysses'
by James Joyce
There's a ponderous pundit MacHugh
Who wears goggles of ebony hue.
As he mostly sees double
To wear them why trouble?
I can't see the Joe Miller. Can you?
Myself
by Gayatri Puri
I lived by myself
So, I healed up myself
Started understanding myself
Rather than doubting myself
I stood up for myself,
I fought with myself
Until I got dependent on myself.
Yes, it sounds selfish,
But trust me
Sometimes, it's okay
......
What is Silence?
by Julia Shaw
Silence is snow falling outside your door
Turning the world into seamless white
Covering up all things ugly and impure
Quietly caressing the earth through the night
Silence is a mime telling stories without words
Using only features on his face recorded
He's understood perfectly though his voice isn't heard
By all that see him he's greatly adored
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The Magic Bridge: Poems of Rafique Ul Islam 2009
by Rudra Kinshuk11111111111111
Continue readingFun Days With Dick and Jane
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
With a resourceful and older brother,
My early childhood was so much fun,
Such as being drawn in his red wagon,
And sledding in the late winter sun!
When I was just learning how to read,
I had to choose the only book I could,
And sitting in the sunset, I prettied,
As everything awash in radiance should!
......
Myself
by Gayatri Puri
I lived by myself
So, I healed up myself
Started understanding myself
Rather than doubting myself
I stood up for myself,
I fought with myself
Until I got dependent on myself.
Yes, it sounds selfish,
But trust me
Sometimes, it's okay
......
we're all just a book in a library
by Gwen Maryland
Everyone's life is a book
Where people read and take a look
Don't just look at the cover
Please look what's under
Not everything is what it seems
Even a book filled with memories
Every book is precious and kept with care
In the library with a chair
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What is Silence?
by Julia Shaw
Silence is snow falling outside your door
Turning the world into seamless white
Covering up all things ugly and impure
Quietly caressing the earth through the night
Silence is a mime telling stories without words
Using only features on his face recorded
He's understood perfectly though his voice isn't heard
By all that see him he's greatly adored
......
Fun Days With Dick and Jane
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
With a resourceful and older brother,
My early childhood was so much fun,
Such as being drawn in his red wagon,
And sledding in the late winter sun!
When I was just learning how to read,
I had to choose the only book I could,
And sitting in the sunset, I prettied,
As everything awash in radiance should!
......
Meditations on Covid 19
by Rudra Kinshuk
Meditations on Covid 19
1.
Crawling on the floor to wipe it
with kerosene and a stripe of cloth
The front door rattled,
a cold wave down the spinal tube
While crawling memories of childhood horses
thronged desperately, how far displaced from roots
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