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Viewers are like artists.

An artist perceives, abstracts,
Concretize and present a form.
A viewer perceives, connects,
Abstracts and relate to real thing.
The beauty of the art enhances
From the style the artist employs.
The beauty of the art is understood
From the mind the viewers apply.
To be a viewer is as special as an artist.
All aren’t viewers as all aren’t artists.
14.05.2006

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Library

When the sad soul, by care and grief oppress'd,
Looks round the world, but looks in vain for rest;
When every object that appears in view
Partakes her gloom and seems dejected too;
Where shall affliction from itself retire?
Where fade away and placidly expire?
Alas! we fly to silent scenes in vain;
Care blasts the honours of the flow'ry plain:
Care veils in clouds the sun's meridian beam,
Sighs through the grove, and murmurs in the stream;
For when the soul is labouring in despair,
In vain the body breathes a purer air:
No storm-tost sailor sighs for slumbering seas,-
He dreads the tempest, but invokes the breeze;
On the smooth mirror of the deep resides
Reflected woe, and o'er unruffled tides
The ghost of every former danger glides.
Thus, in the calms of life, we only see
A steadier image of our misery;
But lively gales and gently clouded skies

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poem by George Crabbe
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The God has painted
Beautiful abstracts on
The butterfly's wings

haiku by Jyoti Sunit Chaudhary
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As information technology restructures the work situation, it abstracts thought from action.

quote by Shoshana Zuboff
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Teachers pet…?

Love is a freelance writer
If you want my real answer
Please don't take dictation
This is only an aural examination.

Students aren't they impertinent.
"Oh how I long for the moment"
Just to teach them the rudimentary,
Facts: behind this supplementary.

Extra curriculum those abstracts
Cogent analysis it just all subtracts.

poem by Mark Heathcote
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A Bottle Of Coca-Cola

one for you and one for me,
Fidel Castrol is drinking Coca-Cola! !
And like bread and meat in the land of war!
But a lonely young woman is waiting for you.

Appointed,
Wondrous works of abstracts;
Ornamentation,
Let the trees of the forest rejoice!
Established,
Let the heavens rejoice and let the earth be glad;
For i am now looking through the window of love,
And like Fifel Castrol with a bottle of Coca-Cola in the hand.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Wednesday,7th March 2012

Wednesday,7th March 2012!
A new artist was born;
With the muse of love to touch the hearts of many! !
For, what they saw was like the muse of light;
Yes, the pleasant light of 'Pen-Painting-Graphics-Abstracts'!
For, this new artist exhibited his works to them.
In a grand style,
In a grand move,
In a lovely way;
And like the sweet muse of life in a lovely land,
For the hearts of many were enlightened!
And, the smiles on their faces interpreted the message;
However, this new artist was, 'Edward Kofi Louis'.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sonnet LIV: Yet Read at Last

Yet read at last the story of my woe,
The dreary abstracts of my endless cares,
With my life's sorrow interlined so,
Smok'd with my sighs and blotted with my tears,
The sad memorials of my miseries,
Penn'd in the grief of mine afflicted ghost,
My life's complaint in doleful elegies,
With so pure love as Time could never boast.
Receive the incense which I offer here,
By my strong faith ascending to thy fame,
My zeal, my hope, my vows, my praise, my prayer,
My soul's oblation to thy sacred name,
Which name my Muse to highest heav'ns shall raise
By chaste desire, true love, and virtuous praise.

poem by Michael Drayton
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Unreplied

Question of me,
vanquishing the existence, arises again,
At times life repeats the horror.
Insufficiency of a heart builds an orphanage,
I play the game, then flounder.
Poison is spreading -
the myth of absurdity overtakes,
truth breaks into splinters

Me and my dialogues with life speak of celebration
in vitro. Taking off the camouflage.
The body prints the friction,
but the descent of dark
and other questions remain unreplied.
The soul suffers in a hole.

All the pretty meanings,
become meaningless when time abstracts,
the stone prevails upon the daisies,
sin and desire go for a reward.

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poem by Satish Verma
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Reconstructing An Image Of Self

to reconstruct
he took some portraits of himself,
in different angles,
went to the photo editor
adjusted the lighting,

contrast, experimenting on the hues
the frames, and then saves each
reconstruction,
abstracts, hides the bad spots
revises,
and then puts the mixture of gray and white,
save

someone opens it
and sees the different faces of yourself
and concludes that indeed
you are in deep thought
contemplating
on shedding off

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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