tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-327871972024-03-14T03:26:43.288+05:30Poetry in lifejust poemsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32787197.post-1157789521097981062020-01-15T01:15:00.000+05:302020-01-15T01:15:11.197+05:30'To A Sad Daughter' - Michael Ondaatje<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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All night long the hockey pictures<br />
gaze down at you<br />
sleeping in your tracksuit.<br />
Belligerent goalies are your ideal.<br />
Threats of being traded<br />
cuts and wounds<br />
--all this pleases you.<br />
O my god! you say at breakfast<br />
reading the sports page over the Alpen<br />
as another player breaks his ankle<br />
or assaults the coach.</div>
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When I thought of daughters<br />
I wasn't expecting this<br />
but I like this more.<br />
I like all your faults<br />
even your purple moods<br />
when you retreat from everyone<br />
to sit in bed under a quilt.<br />
And when I say 'like'<br />
I mean of course 'love'<br />
but that embarrasses you.<br />
You who feel superior to black and white movies<br />
(coaxed for hours to see Casablanca)<br />
though you were moved<br />
by Creature from the Black Lagoon.</div>
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One day I'll come swimming<br />
beside your ship or someone will<br />
and if you hear the siren<br />
listen to it. For if you close your ears<br />
only nothing happens. You will never change.</div>
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I don't care if you risk<br />
your life to angry goalies<br />
creatures with webbed feet.<br />
You can enter their caves and castles<br />
their glass laboratories. Just<br />
don't be fooled by anyone but yourself.</div>
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This is the first lecture I've given you.<br />
You're 'sweet sixteen' you said.<br />
I'd rather be your closest friend<br />
than your father. I'm not good at advice<br />
you know that, but ride<br />
the ceremonies<br />
until they grow dark.</div>
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Sometimes you are so busy<br />
discovering your friends<br />
I ache with loss<br />
--but that is greed.<br />
And sometimes I've gone<br />
into my purple world<br />
and lost you.</div>
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One afternoon I stepped<br />
into your room. You were sitting<br />
at the desk where I now write this.<br />
Forsythia outside the window<br />
and sun spilled over you<br />
like a thick yellow miracle<br />
as if another planet<br />
was coaxing you out of the house<br />
--all those possible worlds!--<br />
and you, meanwhile, busy with mathematics.</div>
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I cannot look at forsythia now<br />
without loss, or joy for you.<br />
You step delicately<br />
into the wild world<br />
and your real prize will be<br />
the frantic search.<br />
Want everything. If you break<br />
break going out not in.<br />
How you live your life I don't care<br />
but I'll sell my arms for you,<br />
hold your secrets forever.</div>
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If I speak of death<br />
which you fear now, greatly,<br />
it is without answers.<br />
except that each<br />
one we know is<br />
in our blood.<br />
Don't recall graves. </div>
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Memory is permanent.<br />
Remember the afternoon's<br />
yellow suburban annunciation.<br />
Your goalie<br />
in his frightening mask<br />
dreams perhaps<br />
of gentleness. </div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">I ask myself, what is my brand?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">A collection of ideas?</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">An echo in eternity?</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">The beauty of chaos, unceasing?</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Or the power of imagination, unfettered?</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">I am nobody, and everybody</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Teacher, Banker, Manager?</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Poet, writer, philosopher?</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Partner, Son, Dad</span></div>
<b id="docs-internal-guid-8552b2d7-7fff-c1d6-1260-c63df536405e" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">All boxes,</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Waiting to be checked,</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Pick your career, said the mentor</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Focus said the boss</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Make money said the pragmatic</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Be narrow, said the world</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">But I belong to no story</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">I belong to no role,</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">I live to breathe air</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Of worlds waiting to be discovered</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Of words waiting to be spoken</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">I am </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><strike>Nobody, Somebody, Everybody</strike></span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">I walk with the herd, and yet I walk alone</span></div>
<br />
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">All these boxes, still waiting to be checked, unchecked</span></div>
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The construction of a catastrophe</h3>
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The reckless adventure of attempting the im-plausible<br />
The feeling of being a step closer to your calling in this world<br />
The madness of self belief in the face of an ever changing probability<br />
The rush of blood from an anarchy of ideas<br />
The anticipation of a possibility becoming a reality<br />
<br />
On the precipice of disaster<br />
the edge of catastrophe<br />
is it all worth it?<br />
<br />
Does it matter?<br />
<br />
It is in the very nature of the universe.<br />
Some will brook success, others abject failure.<br />
We serve a purpose.<br />
Be it a guiding light or a warning bell.<br />
Speak out. Serve your purpose.</div>
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Into the shining sun</h3>
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ticking away<br />
catching up<br />
no escape<br />
no getting away<br />
inexorable, the wings<br />
freedom stings<br />
life goes away<br />
and you hold<br />
<br />
memories,fading away fast<br />
unrelenting<br />
briefs flashes<br />
of time<br />
the greatest keeper<br />
in time we will all<br />
fade away fast<br />
too fast<br />
<br />
and still we try to<br />
to collect<br />
to enslave<br />
what we cannot<br />
Happiness come again,<br />
and this time<br />
no binds<br />
no bounds<br />
<br />
no false notions<br />
of things not mine<br />
This time will be different<br />
and no staring audience<br />
lets just start again<br />
this time is different</div>
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A little less</h3>
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dreams of the past,<br />
nightmares of the future,<br />
they ask,<br />
master of the present,<br />
what have you done?<br />
<br />
have you smiled,<br />
twice more than you should have?<br />
made a day,<br />
little more beautiful than it was?<br />
helped a bit more than was practical?<br />
<br />
At 28,<br />
Do you claim to be unfazed?<br />
by greed and by emotion,<br />
by yourself chasing illusions,<br />
<br />
What have you done?<br />
A little more than was required?<br />
or a little less...<br />
this day you were born<br />
is it special?</div>
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The poet in me,<br />
<br />
born of you,<br />
<br />
died of me.<br />
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Pathos, my love<br />
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said, happiness, my friend</div>
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When you turn the corner<br />And you run into yourself<br />Then you know that you have turned<br />All the corners that are left </div>
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<a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/langston-hughes/poems/" style="color: #005d93; text-decoration: none;">Langston Hughes</a></div>
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After the announcer’s gun<br />
Had pronounced that he had won,<br />
And the cheering of the crowd<br />
Died at last, the tortoise bowed,<br />
Clasped the cup with quiet pride,<br />
And sat down, self-satisfied.<br />
And he thought: “That silly hare!<br />
So much for her charm and flair.<br />
So much for her idle boast.<br />
In her cup I’ll raise a toast<br />
To hard work and regularity.<br />
Silly creature! Such vulgarity!<br />
Now she’ll learn that sure and slow
Is the only way to go –<br />
That you can’t rise to the top
With a skip, a jump, a hop –<br />
That you’ve got to hatch your eggs,<br />
That you’ve got to count your legs,<br />
That you’ve got to do your duty,<br />
Not depend on verve and beauty.<br />
When the press comes, I shall say<br />
That she’s been shell-shocked today!<br />
What a well-deserved disgrace<br />
That the fool has lost this race.”<br />
<br />
<br />
But it was in fact the hare,<br />
With a calm insouciant air<br />
Like an unrepentant bounder,<br />
Who allured the pressmen round her.<br />
“Oh, Miss Hare, you’re so appealing<br />
When you’re sweating,” said one, squealing.<br />
“You have tendered gold and booty<br />
To the shrine of sleep and beauty,”<br />
Breathed another, overawed;<br />
And Will Wolf, the great press lord<br />
Filled a gold cup – on a whim –<br />
With huge rubies to the brim
-<br />
Gorgeous rubies, bold and bright,<br />
Red as cherries, rich with light –<br />
And with an inviting grin<br />
Murmured: “In my eyes you win.”<br />
And perhaps she had; the hare<br />
Suddenly was everywhere.<br />
Stories of her quotes and capers<br />
Made front page in all the papers –<br />
And the sleepy BBC
-Beastly Broadcast Company –<br />
Beamed a feature in the news:<br />
“All the World Lost for a Snooze” –<br />
Soon she saw her name in lights,<br />
Sold a book and movie rights,<br />
While a travel magazine<br />
Bought the story, sight unseen,<br />
Of her three hour expedition<br />
To the wood – called “Mushroom Mission”.<br />
Soon the cash came pouring in,<br />
And to save it was a sin –<br />
So she bought a manor house<br />
Where she lived with mole and mouse –<br />
And her friends, when they played<br />
Scrabble
Gibble-gabble, gibble-gabble,<br />
Gibble-gabble all the way –<br />
Let her spell Compete with K.<br />
<br />
Thus the hare was pampered rotten<br />
And the tortoise was forgotten.</div>
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Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.<br />
<br />
young death sits in a cafe<br />
smiling, a piece of money held between<br />
his thumb and first finger<br />
<br />
(i say "will he buy flowers" to you<br />
and "Death is young<br />
life wears velour trousers<br />
life totters, life has a beard" i<br />
<br />
say to you who are silent. - "Do you see<br />
Life? he is there and here,<br />
or that, or this<br />
or nothing or an old man 3 thirds<br />
asleep, on his head<br />
flowers, always crying<br />
to nobody something about les<br />
roses les bluets<br />
yes,<br />
will He buy?<br />
Les belles bottes - oh hear<br />
, pas cheres")<br />
<br />
and my love slowly answered I think so. But<br />
I think I see someone else<br />
<br />
there is a lady, whose name is Afterwards<br />
she is sitting beside young death, is slender;<br />
likes flowers.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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