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Remembrance

I adore the rise of moon
and the stars shining bright
bringing me your remembrance
in the solitude of night.

Moonlight seems flowery spread on earth
merging in the sea
river quenching its thirst
waves exulting in expectations
rejoice and swoon
under the moon & moonlight
when I remember you
in the solitude of night.

Decked with flowers
lass on a swing
like a cuckoo,
she then sings
and shehnai being played far off, echoing.

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poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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A Mother's Dream

As I slept one night I saw this dream
Which further increased my vexation

I dreamt I was going somewhere on the way
Dark it was and impossible to find the way

Trembling all over with fear I was
Difficult to take even a step with fear was

With some courage as I forward moved
I saw some boys as lined in nice array

Dressed in emerald-like raiment they were
Carrying lighted lamps in their hands they were

They were going quietly behind each other
No one knew where they were to go

Involved in this thought was I
When in this troupe my son saw I

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poem by Allama Muhammad Iqbal
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Separation Soon

Stage stage succeeds to sunder what
Evolved together for a while.
Page follows page until forgot
Are smiles that once caught sunny smile.
Rage follows rage, one cold, one hot,
As end awaits a stressful trial -
Trouble bursting bubble plot -
Intense unwinds to reconcile
One to one’s lot unties love's knot.
No balm spleen calms - scene volatile
Sheds shaky sighs for baby's cot,
Or sight of Spring forget-me-not.
One rage encaged until old age
No pages leaves for sot or sage.

© Jonathan Robin – Acrostic sonnet written 30 March 1998 revised 5 December 2008

Note: There is an internal acrostic that may be read in taking either the 11th or 12th letter of each line to read Separation’s Page or … Rage

Separation Soon

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Death's Cornucopia

She faced Death saying
'I've rolled up all the roads
traveled on my life's highway

I've burned all my dilapidated bridges
to light my way across

to see Dim Death there
my future on his map

I'm wrapped up
in my many past circumstances
making peace
with this
my Ethereal Now

all my visions
prodigal
paying my many just dues-

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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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A Never Ending Kind Of Intimate Thing

Your white body lies like a continent
with breasts as hillocks, slender thighs
and the valleys somewhere in between
while tiny shadows fall in the afternoon.

I bury myself with great pleasure in you,
feel the warmth of your blazing volcano,
reach up to the centre core of my existence
and each and every glance in your bright eyes

draws me deeper, draws us still closer together
and the lost of self, where nature flees from me
there is a tender kind of peace at twilight
while we love each other past all feelings.

There is peace in the separation that comes later,
the separation of skin, of thighs of genitalia
but still your gaze were burning into my very soul
and I love you; love every part of your body,

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poem by Gert Strydom
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Come To God

To The Father you can come, through the access of The Son,
By the way of Calvary’s cross, God’s way provided for the lost.
Christ began by God’s Grace, dying on the cross in our place,
The entire penalty for man’s sin, at Calvary was placed on Him.

Jesus ended a separation friend, between God and mortal men,
That long divine separation, was bridged by a cross of salvation.
A bridge that’s open to every man, in every nation of every land,
An access provided to God above, by the Son and Father’s Love.

God leaves it to us to do our part; to accept with a believing heart,
God’s atoning sacrifice on Calvary, for sinful men like you and me.
As we come with a weary heart, we receive from God a new start,
We begin with God a life anew, in Christ who died for me and you.

For when in Christ we do believe, The Holy Spirit we then receive,
Where in our hearts He will reside, helping men, to in Christ abide.
The Spirit knowing all our needs, goes to The Lord and intercedes,
So in this life we need not fear, for in the Spirit God is always near.

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poem by Bob Gotti
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It's Your Choice

All men on earth need God's Truth; His Word is all we need for proof,
For in God's Holy Word we read, God's Eternal Truths we must heed,
Future judgment is in store for all, decreed by God, from Adam's fall;
Lord, man's destiny is all but two, one being in Hell and one with you.

All souls on earth have a choice, that's to follow God or man's voice,
That is follow God's Holy Word, or man's opinions that you've heard,
Both will lead to one's final destiny, but two different places eternally,
Both with a changed body my friend, determined by your eternal end.

Everyone, while in their present life, must come to know Jesus Christ,
As He's the only one who can, accomplish the desired change in men,
The change, which after they've died, is into an eternal body, glorified,
As He changes man's present mortality, into a future, immortal eternity.

Neglecting Christ, for your views, shall bring you bad, not Good News,
That Good News is He's done it all, to save all souls, from Adam's fall,
Refusing Christ maintains separation, with The Living God of Salvation,
Friend, not only for just a short spell, but, an everlasting eternity in Hell.

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poem by Bob Gotti
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Dreaming of Li Po

After the separation of death one can eventually swallow back one's grief, but
the separation of the living is an endless, unappeasable anxiety. From
pestilent Chiang-nan no news arrives of the poor exile. That my old friend
should come into my dream shows how constantly he is in my thoughts. I fear
that this is not the soul of a living man: the journey is so immeasurably far.
When your soul left, the maple woods were green: on its return the passes were
black with night. Lying now enmeshed in the net of the law, how did you find
wings with which to fly here? The light of the sinking moon illumines every
beam and rafter of my chamber, and I half expect it to light up your face. The
water is deep, the waves are wide: don't let the water-dragons get you.

All day long the floating clouds drift by, and still the wanderer has not
arrived! For three nights running I have repeatedly dreamed of you. Such
affectionate concern on your part shows your feelings for me! Each time you
said goodbye you seemed so uneasy. `It isn't easy to come', you would say
bitterly; `The waters are so rough. I am afriad the boat will capsize!' Going
out of my door you scratched your white head as if your whole life's ambition
had been frustrated.
The Capital is full of new officials, yet a man like this is so wretched!
Who is going to tell me that the `net is wide' when this ageing man

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poem by Tu Fu
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The Day of Hope

THE days of absence and the bitter nights
Of separation, all are at an end!
Where is the influence of the star that blights
My hope? The omen answers: At an end!
Autumn's abundance, creeping Autumn's mirth,
Are ended and forgot when o'er the earth
The wind of Spring with soft warm feet doth wend.

The Day of Hope, hid beneath Sorrow's veil,
Has shown its face--ah, cry that all may hear:
Come forth! the powers of night no more prevail!
Praise be to God, now that the rose is near
With long-desired and flaming coronet,
The cruel stinging thorns all men forget,
The wind of Winter ends its proud career.

The long confusion of the nights that were,
Anguish that dwelt within my heart, is o'er;
'Neath the protection of my lady's hair
Grief nor disquiet come to me no more.

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poem by Shams al-Din Hafiz
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When They Got Married

he was 35 and she was 33
he confessed and she said yes
they preferred a small chapel
so there will be lesser guests

enters the lady of discord
hmmm she says this marriage
will last for only two years
the two will surely split

reasons and more reasons
but the lady has a story to tell
she had pre-marital sex
lived with her man for only a year
and since then she hopped
like lady grasshopper from
one shrub to another

today we are on the twelfth year
of being married and being just

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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