Home Of The LonelyPoet

The context of this poem came from the very last line or I should say the very last line was the one I wrote first. Honestly I was trying to impress a pretty girl in a video chat and wrote the following

guest7 : god used surgical precision when he created your beauty honey
guest7 : anyone who offends you will be offending god’s judgment
and she said
******** : thanks (I starred out her ID)
guest7 : you’re welcome

Then I said a bit of a lie .. mmm naaa it was lie. I just wrote it in that chat room.
guest7 : i read a poem once in which it was said.. ‘oh divine defined loveliness with your creation’

Something magical happened when I typed that line I remembered a face, not the face of the girl I was chatting with but the face of a girl I have never seen in real but a face I can never forget. Then when I looked at the girl in the video chat I felt like I am trying to talk to a doll. She left and I just sat on my broken chair with a lot of broken thoughts. After two days I went to one of the youtube videos where one can listen to the sound of rain and was listening to it. The first line came to my mind and I wrote this whole poem. After finishing I read it again and said to myself.. “Good Job” Any reader who truly reads this and understand it will also say the same.

This Poem Is For You MoCuishle.

Divine’s Definition Of Loveliness.

Feel me O’ storm make me feel,
Breaking the silence in my mind loom,
Like a hungry predator who feeds,
On my gladness, leaving sadness..

The thunders gave a rhythm to dance,
The falling rain from my forehead bounced,
And upon the lilies like pearl drops fell,
Ah’ the arrival of spring nature announced.

Even the mightiest mountain the storm covered,
Rejuvenated rivers in new enthusiasm galloped,
Seeds laid beneath the mud with new life woke,
Washing away the old, as the new brightened.

Mind that lost in a mindless world that screamed,
Hearing the noises of the lashing rain healed,
Soul beyond the body in meditation spread,
And gathered the whispers nature hid.

The meditated soul ah’ the cleansed soul,
In the whispers of the divine creations heard,
“Love will complete the loveliness of soul”
And those whispers in the lashing rain echoed.

Where is my love? Where is my love? I asked.
Scattered rain united and all around poured,
Then In my soul O’ darling your face bloomed,
And my lips with a smile spread and said,

“Oh’ divine defined loveliness with your creation.”

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Keep both videos on, adjust the volume for your comfort level.

Yesterday I spoke about un-friended friends today I am going to talk about an entirely different set of people. They are the friends of people who you love. They are extremely dangerous folks. The real terrorists of relationships. I am not kidding about the terror these so called friends of loved ones can bring to a relationship. I have first hand experience. Those folks are mostly ugly and fat bitches who hang around one’s girlfriend and will whisper evil into the ears of of her. Unfortunately the girlfriend most of the time won’t even realize that years of understanding can be at stake by believing these friends. Some of these relationship terrorists use these new sentiments to get material benefits. I know a very talented girl being exploited by a bunch of ugly, fat ass bitches. Speaking about those folks will burn my tongue, they are that toxic. I feel cursed.
I wrote the above passage as a post then taking the core out of it I wrote the following poem.

A Loveless Curse.

Smile O they smile,
In prettiness of all beauties smile,
But in their minds they whisper,
Brutality of jealousy they conspire,
And hide it all with a pretty smile.

Loving mind, ah’ innocent mind opened,
Like a little bud in early spring opened,
Her poetic whispers and musical screams,
Ah’ denied by trust upon those conspirators,
Terrorists of relationship with their smiles conquered.

Her heart they stole, her innocence they erased,
Liars oh’ those constant companions they took,
Love away from her heart with their machinations,
But a lover who lost her as an onlooker bled,
In the brutality mankind call friendship.

Ah’ when love for the one he loved,
In feelings of romance bound,
And silence turned to a dark fear,
His mind for light constantly searched,
But felt the darkness of a loveless curse.

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You know here in Xanga there are people who were friends of me and they un-friended me but have a friends lock still will come and look into my page. Seeing this I will try to see what they got in their page and when I try to visit them there is the friends lock. hmmmm You can come and look into my site I have no problem. But tell me why would you un-friend me? Is there anything I can do to be a friend of yours. If you don’t want to be my friend why look into my site? If you like to read my writings why can’t we be friends?

 

This one needs no explanation just read it.

The Empty Page.

Silent through the valleys came,
Wind flowing through the just bloomed spring,
Swaying the trees teaching them a new dance,
Waking little birds and teaching them a new tune,
Oh’ seasons changed and new winds came,
Took away the thickness in the air in winter froze,
What wonderful vision to my mind comes,
Like beads in a rosary one by one I rolled,
And every fold of my heart unfolded,
Uniting everything in front of my conscience I sat,
Trying to color the silhouette the hand of nature stretched,
When every painting a thousand words speaks,
A million images in the mind of the reader a poem paints,
Looking at the silhouette the pen in my hand I took,
Then leaving the empty page upon the page the pen I laid,
Then asked “Where are you my darling model when I need you most?”.

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The first four lines of this poem was written about four days before the rest of the poem was written. After I wrote the first four lines I wrote “Gathering all your sorrows and pains in me, And I will try upon your face to see a smile,” Then for another three days I chatted with many different people. Some are hyper active perverts, some are young girls in early twenties who don’t know anything about life. Others have lived life many times over and are frozen in a period of time and they try their best to recreate those good old days again and again and again and fail again and again and again.

    Then I came to a total dead end like I said at the end of the first paragraph. Then I spoke to myself and said “There are a bunch of mother fuckers out there who makes people believe that they are the master of their own fate. They hide the fact that nothing is independent of anything everything living at this moment is linked to each other without us knowing what binds us together.” With that feeling I finished this poem. Then I said “Happiness is relative to sadness of oneself or someone else otherwise there is no meaning to life at all”.

Enjoy.

For Her Happy Smile.

There is a path I wished I walked,
That went through your heart,
Ah’ with doors sky high, closed,
Conscience laughed at my failure.

Fear, Ah’ there is fear that mocked,
The conscience dying in laughter,
Oh’ all my fear with loneliness I wrapped,
And in my soul unknown to all I hid.

Smiled O at everything I smiled,
Made many to smile along fate,
But behind every smile of mine danced,
The mockery of fear with loneliness I wrapped.

Promises O with beautiful words she promised,
But every time her promises she broke,
And every time for her forgiveness I prayed,
Locks of sky high doors locked and keys melted.

When my own conscience as a bitter enemy screams,
And my own love as a poisonous fume in soul spreads,
All your sorrows and pains in me I gather,
And will try to see upon your face, forever a happy smile.

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Statue Of Girls by George Hodan

A hard worked poem. I read it again and again mostly between the lines with the thought it is not finished, maybe this poem cannot be finished. But what is written is written. Love is like a stone thrown, it cannot be reversed. Aah’ that’s another poem.

A Birth Mark.

Darkened sky Oh’ in all horizons filled,
Frozen clouds like mountains stood,
As in the lands below snow froze,
Then a poet sang a poem looking at you.

Nature drowned in your eyes,
And filled deep into your soul,
Out from the soul flown,
Feelings filled with romantic poetry.

Ah’ those verses in the mind of a poet filled,
And your image by five sense painted,
And that image danced and danced and wrote,
Time of future second by second with every step.

Oh’ many dreams with you in mind one can weave,
But the colors of light into seven whithered.
Then every color a verse of prayer wrote,
In the essence of love of yours.

The magic of life through nature spread,
As love for you from every corner bloomed,
Even in the freeze of winter spring warmth felt,
As the warmth of your love in every corner felt

When with a soul filled with love this poet sang,
The healing power of love with love yours increased,
And every wounds of past from mind healed,
And left beauty of smiles on face as a birth mark.

Oh’ future thrived to be touched by you,
Stallions of future time like caged lions roared,
No path to future without your footsteps can unfold,
As in your love filled eyes times of future I see.

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Here is me… After forgetting it is Friday..

My picture may scare many people, some people may feel bad, some may feel sad, some will feel glad to see the pathetic look of me. To all, it took 5 days of not shaving, 2 days of no showers and about 18 hours straight without sleep to get that look to take one picture. I got the exact look I wanted as for this poem I needed to see someone I myself cannot take a second look at. So I chose myself as the model to write a feeling I got in my mind which I slowly blown up like a goldsmith blows slowly steadily and precisely to get the best out. 

So here is the poem that came out with all these wild effort. Hope you all like it.

Have a good day.
Lone.

Flying A Torn Kite.

The broken dream down from mind fell,
And into the reality laid with your face,
Brutality of my misconceptions,
Or the fancy of your thoughtless world,
All I felt was a torn kite high and high flown. 

The unwinding time shown the gone by days,
When, thinking modest she smiled bright,
Looking with love I only saw her smile,
Gladness filled her eyes and glowed,
Ah’ in her, prettiness found new synonyms.

Stitching together the synonyms a dream I made,
And through the language of the heart to her I spoke,
But that language from her heart she erased I forgot,
And the world around her a calamity to love became,
But the dream like a kite high and high flown.

Misconceptions in stubborn stupidity drove,
Mind to intoxication with assumptions,
Ah’ my own love as my worst enemy evolved,
And made life a forgetful plea for forgiveness,
Though for another five lifetimes I deserve not. 

Every day passed shot a hole in the kite,
And without line high and high flown,
And to unknown depths my own soul drowned,
No mercy I seek, and no mercy I deserve,
As life joined the torn kite high and high flown. 

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A Young Kiss.

A lovely girl once told me she loves the sea. I looked at her in an odd way and walked away. She came after me and asked what happened. I gave her another odd look and almost whispered to her “Never love the sea”. Now she raised both her eyebrows and asked “Why would you say that?”
I told
“Never love the sea honey,
For its depths is not known to you
And in depths hide darkness
And deep inside darkness rest
The ugly old man, sadness”

She got angry like some who got serious hemorrhoids pain and said, “You are crazy” By this time a younger girl standing beside said “Not at all, silly” we both looked at the young girl. She shrugged and said “It is a metaphor”

I stepped towards and asked, “You got a boyfriend?” She leaned back a bit at my advancement and said “No” by this time the girl who was with me said “Oooh this is so creepy” I asked her back..”What is so creepy me talking to this young girl?” I answered my own question “Not if she is old enough” I asked the girl “How old are you?” She said 19. I smiled and said “perfect”. The girl with me by that time got all jealous and said “Ya go fuck her and get fucked I don’t care, just tell me you metaphor”

I said
“The darkest point of life is sadness
For there exists nothing more painful
And the deepest point of a mind is filled
With purest form of love
And that love none ever gets or expresses
So in darkness forever it remains
And mind is like a vast sea
With depths unknown”

By this time I felt the lips of the young girl upon my lips and watched the girl with me with a perplexed face walking backwards.

Ukraine, many people take a step or two back when they hear the name of that country. I have met many people from Ukraine. Not all are really good people. Some of them are compulsive liars like many of the people I have met in India, Europe and in USA. I have heard about that country a lot. Very deplorable economic conditions, sex trafficking, prostitution and the number one place for online strippers or sex site models. Honestly I’ve had a bad impression about this place. Even yesterday I thought about this country as a bad place and I slept. I have a habit of keeping a small T.V on when I sleep. Its just that I hate to sleep in silence and when I wake up in the middle of the night I have to hear something. So today morning when I woke up I am hearing Russian from the T.V as Global Voices of PBS was going on T.V. It was a documentary called “The English Surgeon” I sat on my bed and watched it. Let me tell you all, it shown the country side of Ukraine and erased every bad feeling I have in my mind about that place and how little those people have anything. Still the hopes and dreams of patients with Brain Tumors was well shown in this documentary. The great hearted surgeon and a place with no modern medical equipments and a lot of patients with hope. The success and failures of this surgeon is well shown in this documentary and makes it a must see. This changed my mind a lot about many, many things… Yeah, like the surgeon says towards the end of the documentary, “What are we if don’t try to help others, we’re nothing”