Quotes about archives, page 4
Chemistry Anytime
In the city of avatars
uncharitable names were cropping up
for wet and wild awards
scripted on lips of unreliable nights.
I wanted to quit archives
of headless soldiers and standing back
wanted to watch a river
of corpses flowing to morgue.
Another blast has killed a dozen
bystanders, who were shopping
for a white chador of peace
from blood-streaked owners.
Become a homosexual to catch up
the wave. Don’t tell, don’t give up.
The birthing of blue moon amidst white stars
will take place shortly
poem by Satish Verma
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Sounding
sounding
deep, deeper
into a myriad of memories;
into the archives of the minds tomes;
into the rootof my flowing and altenatively
stagnant consciousness;
into the labyrinths
of emotional conflicts
and behaviour;
into why there is hate, contempt, bitterness
and anger
having a feast
in eating my heart empty -
on the otherhand
there is love, sympathy, compassion
and even laughter.
sometimes with daunting deduction
there is a showing forth,
a precious revelation
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poem by John O'connell
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The creator's struggle
The uneven shadows
of a ghastly nightmare
cast their indescretions
upon my silently closed eyes.
The poignant pointlessnesses
of the unexpressed emotions
surface in my eye-pupils
and their glistening encore
gets lost,
in the tremendousness
of the mist of irony.
I grope in despair,
at the hidden archives
of my being,
and come up with a painful pang
of abstract unexpression
which might be the birth-root
of all this enormous creation.
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poem by Sarvesh Kulkarni
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Sorrow clouded in happiness
Sorrow Clouded in Happiness
The little sweet girl of eight,
With her pony tail straight;
And a face luminously bright,
Was such a lovely sight!
With sparkling eyes full of glee,
She smugly sat on my knee,
'Uncle', 'Uncle', queried she,
'What do you think of me? '
My thoughts ran wild-and wild,
O'er the leaves that were filed
In the archives of the mind, now mild
With the years that have piled.
How can I tell my mind to her,
That I thought better of her,
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poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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The Lady Who Leaned on The Pillar of The Court
the one who took the shot
must be an artist
he knew how to portray
the state of justice in this country
a sad lady
abandoned by a lover
who murders a maid
and goes into hiding
helped by a powerful dad
and the case is simply left
in the archives
forgotten
i have written a poem for
that sadness
a forced smile
coerced beauty
a leaning that is accompanied
by trembling
that something might fall and
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Trading Desires
Wrapped in explosives he was unready
for a bruise. A dive at a mound of torso
to unearth the archives of areolae.
Apnoea will come for arbitration
in clenched insinuation:
pull nipples to open the window of mind.
On the forehead a smear of vermilion
brings glare like a third eye.
Real fish in the green pond of envy.
Desiccation of spine excites the rhetoric
blurs the sea of swans. A lone tree
explodes into a spring, not just leaves of old flame.
Silver moon recognizes the battered hill.
A white wolf was cruising on the road
for appleblossoms.
poem by Satish Verma
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The circle is cast
The circle is cast and we are between worlds,
Lost and found, still grounded yet adrift, here
Lies a rift beyond the bounds of time,
Here birth and death, night and day,
Joyful sorrow reign as one.
Align your spirit with the Goddess's hand,
Slicing the air with acts of grandeur when you may
As well be dancing circles by the moon, grinding into the dust
The ashes of our trust in the laws of man.
As our Lore enchants the east before setting south.
Only to awaken in the west as the north opens up his mouth
Bellowing words of wisdom captured only in the stills of times archives.
poem by David Lacey
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Blind in Bed
Soft eyes, and still face grows blindness,
Your gloom besets when shut are the eyes.
Blind beauty promises unique changes always enormous,
The sleep is a song of the void, the lies.
My room sinks into boredom when he arrives,
He is a good doctor, wonderful and fit to be severe,
When he arrives medicine has come that deprives,
But it helps us with archives, and it makes us adhere.
The key of the doctor is near the bed of another man,
I cannot reach the different person, he is a sanity.
May God deliver his help to me when He can,
Like a doctor or a nurse of Christianity.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Going Nowhere
On the blue icicles
you were colliding with orbiting electrons
naked legs on rocking chair
were expecting the visual words to spook
for clairvoyance with the sun decline beyong borders
my eyes are damp, I know the bottom
was echoing after the shipwreck nevertheless,
archives were swimming in muddy water.
Can you defeat the throb of pain?
The fake drunkenness of bailouts, it was
still not happening – the whiteness of dawn, only
gray clouds over the peaks, speckled with
orange blooms, the shadows of red blood,
a million despairs of avenging marriages
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poem by Satish Verma
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The Faceless Name
25Jan08
In memory of Josephine, June 1991
From age of two she knew your name
Learnt to spell it out completely
All meant nothing and quite the same
Nothing seemed to fit quite neatly.
She saw your gown that hung inside
Her wardrobe amongst her tiny clothes
Purple, flowing. Spots aside,
Enchanting, but unworn since the oath.
The writing of your hand a mystery
That appears on most certificates
Of proof that you are her history
Lest one day this knowledge eradicates.
Your face on pixels she knows by heart
But none her archives can withdraw from
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poem by Tiffanie Lein
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