Coffee Table Poetry's GUEST BOOK: October 2011

By: Ravi Panamanna

Ship is moored in a port
Friendship blossoms in the heart.
Ship is tossed by winds
Friendship withstands any wind.

Ship cruises along the sea
Friendship- the depth one can’t see.
A ship takes you to many lands
Friendship shows you many wonderlands.

A ship carries tons of cargo
Friendship- strong and pure is void of ego.
A ship sails unto new horizons,
Friendship opens new horizons.

A ship is caught in ice-berg,
Friendship gets beyond all ice-bergs.
A ship sinks in the waters
Friendship gets beyond all Waterloos.

Ravi Panamanna

Daily Quote: It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.
- Oriah

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Posted by V. Mahfood - 2011

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The Art of Leaving

By: Shekhar Srinivasan

With a foot-long hair and a ghastly beard,
A constipated grimace appearing weird,
An orange dress and a stick to bear,
A false mask on the outside, they wear,

Claiming to know the art of living,
Through the path of charity giving,
Exploiting the weak minds of society,
Use the same charity to earn their living,

Selling themselves as priests of spirituality,
Driving people away from objective reality,
Extorting a hefty fee under the ambit of God,
The saintly garb and their business at odds,

Hiring corporate managers for marketing & finance,
Extorting the money in full advance,
To run their show, they put up a fake stance,
To their tunes, they make the people dance,

People wake up and please rise,
To stop the pervading menace of this surprise,
Using the gifted power of choice,
Become healthy, wealthy and wise.

Shekhar Srinivasan

Daily Quote: All in the dark we grope along,
And if we go amiss
We learn at least which path is wrong,
And there is gain in this.
We do not always win the race
By only running right;
We have to tread the mountain's base
Before we reach its height.
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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Posted by V. Mahfood - 2011

Labels betrayal, deceit, disillusion, poets S-U, politics 0 comments | |

Sunrise Sunset

the sun slowly rising
creeping upward
ever so slowly
light streaking across
the sky
mingled in with
scattered clouds
bits of pink and orange
playing hide and seek
nature starting its
stretch
morning yawn
still a chill
in the air
muffled sounds
of the waves
rolling to the shores
soft cries of the birds
as they search
for their daily food
circling overhead
the sight of a fish
breaking the water
the quiet movement
of people slowly
making way to join others
in a singular way
along the sands
looking forward
to a new day
looking for change
or continuation
of what has been
bestowed upon them
for some
the search goes on

the sun heavy with
a full day behind it
slowly gathering
downward heading
reaching for the horizon
the expectations
of the day
maybe fullfilled
the darkness creeping
from behind
pushing at the colors
of the soon
night time sky
a quiet time begins
birds flutter about
searching for the nest
energy of the day
all but expelled
fish drift off to sleep
to the depths
they call home
some do gather
chairs for sand
drink in hand
slowly settle in
to watch nature's show
a stillness returns
words not uttered
lost in thought
light turns to dark
the cycle to return
the day wish to continue
or the hope for
a new begining

what is your wish?

Raymond Denzel
R. Jacob Post

"A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are for."
~John A. Shedd

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A Place I Used To Call Home

By: Tarringo Vaughan

This poem is a memory...

This poem is about/a place I use to call my home;
a place where this new silence I see was once the laughter
of hope and pride. A place where my young feet
use to run in the freedom winds of innocence
but now as I look down this narrow street
I do not recognize the sorrow/ there is emptiness
as the price of destruction has diminished once proud
eyes and now there is no sun that rises about this sky
just clouds that have dampened a tough cement
into a muddy paradox of nothingness.

I use to run up and down this paved road singing
the sweet tunes of whistled happiness
manipulating older ears into their own sweet remembrance
of how their time here use to be. The older folk
always renewed history in telling the stories of their younger years
and now my own proud tears
bring this street back alive.

These lampposts have lifted their rust and fresh lights
shine down upon the feet of bicycles ready to smile again
and faded graffiti walls have washed themselves
of decay and now reach out to embrace
trees that have lost their names; these same trees
have found their identities again and now sparkle
in the sunlight of those golden days before crime
kidnapped the aspirations of many dreams;
before poverty took over the stage of hope
and before time took away the history
of a neighborhood that once held hands
upon this street of unity.

This poem is a memory
This poem is about /a place that will never be again
that place I used to call my home but my feet
still cry for this street because my heart
has never abandoned the beauty that nurtured
my growth; the beauty once absorbed by the foundation
of these sidewalks now dismantled
by the migration of everything that made life here
possible…

Tarringo Vaughan © 2010
Tarringo T. Vaughan - The Mind of a Creative Writer

Daily Quote: weltschmerz \VELT-shmerts\, noun:
Sentimental pessimism; sorrow that one feels and accepts as one's necessary portion in life.
Example:
Cohen confused his mood with his chronic weltschmerz. He spoke at great length on the vicissitudes of a sensitive spirit, his dissatisfaction, the inadequacy of this sphere as far as he was concerned.
-- Daniel Fuchs, Summer in Williamsburg

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Poetry, Prose and Joe's Elbows

By: Joe Mohr

Joe Mohr
Poems of JoeM's

Daily Quote: "To leave the world a bit better ...
to know that one life has breathed easier because you have lived.
This is to have succeeded."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Linguist Corner-ITALIAN: mondiale: worldwide / adjective.
Example sentence: La seconda guerra mondiale è stata più terribile della prima.
Translation: The Second World War was more terrible than the First.

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Who Knows if the Moon's a Balloon (Video adaptation)

By: Good King Friday

Always seeking to diversity the creative offerings on our Guest Book, we have provided something very unique for readers to view today. The following original YouTube video was sent to us with the accompanying annotation:

"My name is Christina Giacona and I am with the L.A. based band Good King Friday and we have written a song using the text of E. E. Cummings "Who Knows if the Moon's a Balloon". Along with setting the text, we have also made a stop-motion animation video to accompany the song. From one poetry lover to another. Enjoy."

Good King Friday

Daily Quote: "Ultimately, we must learn to trust ourselves. When we do this intimately and intelligently, the world opens full of meaning before us. We find that we ourselves are the doorway to a fathomless understanding of the source of life itself. We need only to learn to walk through it."

-- James Thornton

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Dreams...

By: Vinod Madhok

Hold me in fingers of your thoughts
hide me in silence of your words
make me sleep in bosom of your dreams
caress me with warmth of your smile

Who wants to wake up
when sleep has so much to offer
it rhythms me back to life
in world of my words
few words...few pauses ..
and depth of silence

Vinod Madhok
copyright © Sept,2011
Vinod Madhok blog

Daily Quote: Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.
- C.S. Lewis

Linguist Corner-SPANISH: cuenta, noun / to realize; to notice
Example:
- Me di cuenta de que era inútil seguir.
I realized there was no point in going on.

(Apart from using cuenta to mean bill, use it with the reflexive form of dar in the phrase 'darse cuenta' when you realize something is the case. Notice how it’s followed by de and que.)

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Don't Disturb the Dead Bird

By: Jeremiah Walton

Don't disturb the dead bird
Its dry cry goes unheard
Poked at by sticks broken off a nearby rotted tree
Near its body underneath the marquee
With young knuckles wrapped around its imagined hilt
Its body tossed like a rag doll embossed
With cheap black tattered imitation leather
The slick tick of time on rain pattered feathers
A charred cheap treasure
With cracked wings amongst other small things
Pulled joints, and ligaments, tied with strings
It will never be buried, only spat at
Small children squeek "look at that!"
And run off giggling with their swords
Pretending to be ladies and lords

Jeremiah Walton
Nostrovia Poetry

Daily Quote: Let us be kind;
The way is long and lonely,
And human hearts are asking for this blessing only --
That we be kind.
We cannot know the grief that men may borrow,
We cannot see the souls storm-swept by sorrow,
But love can shine upon the way to-day, to-morrow --
Let us be kind.
- W. Lomax Childress

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