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River Tamasa: Philosophy of Life

Wandering over several woods wide,
never wavering astray
by illusion of any gorge,
surmounting many an impediment
in my life limpid,
never deeming darkness
as a distress,
never thinking light
to be a delight,
for a remote way
ahead I’ve continued to forge
with my head humbly bent.
Gratifying every bank-dweller
with offering of water,
fruitfulness of my birth
I’m realizing worth.
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(Tapasvini,4/11)
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[Translated from Gangadhara Meher’s Oriya epic-poem ‘Tapasvini’, by Dr. Harekrishna Meher]

poem by Harekrishna Meher
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Punishment of Hurriedness

I have been deployed
To attend upon the three of life,
In the prolific branches
Of which are perching
Avaricious crows.
I fastening stones of inaccessibility,
On the belly am living on the breaths
Of my own share.

My body,
Is an impediment on the path of my life,
On the slates of my eyes there reveal
Such songs as readers of which are waiting
For the moment of their own creation.

I am gathering harvest of punishment
Against hurriedness of my birth,
My genuine life will commence
After my death.

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poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Thorwaldsen

Not in the fabled influence of some star,
Benign or evil, do our fortunes lie;
We are the arbiters of destiny,
Lords of the life we either make or mar.
We are our own impediment and bar
To noble endings. With distracted eye
We let the golden moment pass us by,
Time's foolish spendthrifts, searching wide and far
For what lies close at hand. To serve our turn
We ask fair wind and favorable tide.
From the dead Danish sculptor let us learn
To make Occasion, not to be denied:
Against the sheer precipitous mountain-side
Thorwaldsen carved his Lion at Lucerne.

poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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White Wedding

It’s a lovely church
And a lovely day to be inside one
As it’s raining and there’s a wedding.
The organ plays the soundtrack.
I inspect the guests.
The search for people I know
Interrupted by hats with their own postcode.
And noise made by bored children.
The wedding party arrive
And the bride is bonny
And the groom, calm.
The hymns are sung, joyfully.
Vows are made, rings exchanged.
The register is signed and witnessed.
A fine baritone entertains.
So what if there is
An elephant trumpeting in the aisle.
Since honesty is the only impediment,
Let them have their day.

poem by Fiona Lochhead
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Sonnet: The Poet and Science

Is Science, a poet’s foe in poetry?
Why blame the world of science for its progress?
Out-moded’s the poet’s Nature-study;
Literature must wear a scientific dress.

Gone are the days of blind beliefs/ legends;
Man has landed on the moon many times;
No more the moon has myths it portends;
Let science therefore be thy decor in rhymes.

Decoded has man, the human genome;
Many diseases have a cure today;
’Tis unwise still to write the myths of Rome!
Poets incorporate what science shall say.

Science is no impediment to the art!
Let modern poets make a newer start.

poem by John Celes
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On New Year’s Eve

Fully obey the Lord;
Thy God can exalt anyone
To levels, undreamt of;
But then,
One must fulfill His commands,
And listen to His words,
Or else,
The blessings could vanish very fast;
One shouldn’t do things for fear of men;
One shouldn’t appease the wishes of the world;
God is the supreme One and expects us to obey His words;
He can change our destiny for the better anytime,
And this lies in our very hands;
Sin is the only impediment to the Lord’s blessings;
We must beware of the wily devils,
And keep the road to righteousness;
Never turn back or go astray;
God makes us fit for mighty tasks;
Abide in Him and follow His code;
Heaven’s blessings rain from the sky;

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Ne'er Again, Ne'er Again

Today, yet another impediment to my liberty
Has fallen-I wonder what this means for me? !
Could my freedom be near at hand, at long last?
May soon, the day come, when I may look past
All that has happened, and finally start anew?
First though, I must pick up the pieces, to rebuild my heart anew!
Mine faithful patience has outlasted it all-
Now only, may I move from under this iniquitous pall.

Once freedom is again mine, I shan't take same, for granted-
Nor shall I ever forget all that this freedom supplanted;
I've so much I want to do, so much I wish to see-
Yet, I only have one thing that I wish to be-
A Father- to the two most Angelic little ladies there have e'er been;
For far too long we have lost, -ne'er again, ne'er again!

-Maurice Harris,8 April 2011

poem by Maurice Harris
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A Love, As Our's, Shan't There Be Compare

I shall love thee at all times, and in ways, innumerable-
My love for thee shall be without precedent-incalculable!
I shall love thee, at times e'en despite yourself;
Most gracious and giving may I be, owing to my heart's melt!

Though deserving of it, at times, debateable
You are solely causal for my heart, so stable!
Ne'er again shall I be without your love;
Ne'er again shall thee need want for wonderful thoughts of!

My love for thee can and shall have caused movement of mountains;
Causal it has been to the crossing of most vast of oceans!
Nary an impediment may be placed betwixt,
My love, surely e'en my broken heart may be fixed!

A love, as ours, shan't there be compare;
Amazedly gaze, do all others, fixed be their glare!

Maurice Harris,31 December 2007

poem by Maurice Harris
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A Marriage Of Two Hearts Into One

A marriage of two hearts into one, knows no impediment;
To say: 'I covet thee more than I do myself', knows no greater compliment;
We are both afeared of our dreams' realizations-
Yet, we approach same, from divergent stations,
Where now, the diametrically opposed views
Converge upon the life that, in our dreams, we chose
As the reality we want for ourselves, and for each-
Accept, embrace, and covet this ideation, I do beseech!
Never before has something meant so much,
As does this reality-I can almost reach out and touch
Your Angelic face, as I shall when I kiss you for the first time-
A moment that I have alluded to numerous times, in rhyme!
THIS, my Beloved, is the moment we have awaited our lives, entire:
Our dreams come true, our prayers answered, our every Earthly desire!

poem by Maurice Harris
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The Time Is Nigh, My Beloved

I received your letter today, where your sentiments seem to obviate
From the words you chose and the sense of certainty the did create.
There seems to be little doubt where your heart lies,
And that you wish to offer our love, a genuine reprise;
I am exalted by this news and by now, you know
That my feelings have not altered and I wish them to show!
Where ere, circumstances conspired, to our detriment,
Now it seems to offer nary an impediment!

No longer does our consort need be surreptitious,
We may revel with the world, in the joy they wish us!

Be still, my inspired heart, the mate you have awaited is here;
Be steady, my exalted soul, the counterpoint He created, is near!

The time is nigh, my beloved, for our fairy tale to begin;
I am ready when you are-just tell me when!

-Maurice Harris,4 June 2011

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