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Poetry is beautified prose
I request my learned poet-friends to enlighten me about poetic licence.
There seems to be a general movement among many writers to essentially always be against something. Against war, against abuse, against corruption, against this, that, and the other. The things I mentioned along with many other subjects, many if n...
That would be due to the perceptions of the person reading the poetry, and his or her owns' frame of reference... Poetry is poetry.
No. Poets only responsibility is to self, and for each poet, it manifests itself differently.
I wish to add a little more to conclude. Poetry is an ever-lasting wealth of the world and an ever-fragrant rose that keeps on diffusing its sweet scents generation after generation to blossom all those flinched minds. Kudos to you both for raisin...
I agree with you Gopi and Nagasuseela. Poetry can kindle a wild fire and put off a razing inferno. But, unfortunately, many, even poets are trying to underestimate the power of poetry. We know the influence wielded by Pablo Neruda on Spanish revol...
From these choking airs and flairs
I wish I can evaporate into the thin air
From this false courage and obsession
That I know this; that I know that
I wish I can plummet
Deep into some kind of oblivion
Of late I have this haunting feeling
That m...
Profile Information
- Real Full Name
- M.V.S.Sathyanarayana
- Literary Pen Name
- sathya narayana
- Nationality
- Indian
- Languages
- English and Telugu
- Country of Origin
- India
- Country of Residence
- India
- City of Residence
- Nellore, Andhra Pradesh state
- Biography
- I am just an Indian working for Government of India. Earlier i worked as a lawyer in Nellore courts. My poetic jourey, though had roots, really started growing since last three years. I opine that poetry or any literature shall have social use and poets have social responsibility.
- Bibliography
- no published bood yet.
- Poem #1
- LIVE LIKE LOTUS
My eyes haven’t become glass balls
They well; when they see dolour
Of deprived churls; blood curdles
Somewhere deep from the entrails
Bursts out aloud, a painful shrill
People sneer; call me a fool
“This world you can never overhaul
Reconcile! Mingle with evil
Learn the art of survival”
These are morals from grass blades
With winds in tune they waggle
But I wish I live like lotus
Born and dwelling in filthy pool
I still fight the surrounding foul
- Poem #2
- PLATONISTS
Where is Sun? Where is Lotus?
At His advent; she shyly blossoms
When He left; she shrinks in gloom
So weird are the ways of Platonists
Neither a caress; nor a sweet talk
In umpteen orgasms they always bask
- Poem #3
- SUPER SAVAGE
I hunt only when hungry
Once full, my belly, I leave
The remnants for beasts sundry
Neither I crave, nor I save
For morrow; that’s not in my diary
Bipods alas! Call me savage
To them killing is a joy crazy
For currency, power and prestige
Outrageous this is! Oh Almighty
Give us too some language
To fight out this nasty publicity
Let lions create a new adage
To end mean human supremacy
That “human means super-savage”
- Poem #4
- ODD POET
Sang yodels a romantic bard
On his love’s round buttocks
Few years afterwards
Rued at those skin-sacks
“Love, nature and beauty!
Is this all real poetry?
All these evanescences
And earthly fetish”
Wondered an odd poet
Wavering in the spoils
Of struggling third world
Weighing his penchants
All his senses aching
Soaked in lamentation
Of his own kith and kin
The poor and downtrodden
From his trembling hand
Slipped his mighty pen
From esoteric heights
Down to the earth and said
“This soil is my text, my quest
As well, my blank note sheet
Where all my letter-seeds
I wish to sow and harvest”
- Poem #5
- WE DEFY BARRIERS
I am a doctor!
Nay! May be a miner!
Some call me a burglar
And some as scavenger
I cut open your hearts
To see exists what
In that hidden crate
I cave into your minds
Thieve into your thoughts
Be there precious jewels
Or dirty black coal
I dig out to show the world
Their true colors
And I rob you of your sleep
If you are a hypocrite
Or a crafty cat
Bare you out in street
And tell the rest
To quit your kind of trait
And lo! If you are a pious soul
I low and bow before you
Give my life in whole
As an oblation to your ideals
After all I am a poet
With a multipronged weapon
In my strong hand
I don’t mind you call it
A scalpel or a shovel
A sword or a broom
I call it a pen
Sweeping and moping clean
Dirty streets of my nation
I even dare into whole world
Every nuke and corner
And declare in valor
“Poets have no barriers”
- Website #1
- http://www.poemhunter.com
- Website #2
- http://www.museindia.com
- Website #3
- http://www.p4poetry.com
- Website #4
- http://www.poetsagainstwar.com
- Website #5
- http://www.poetry.com
MATCHLESS
MATCHLESS
Blue sky blouse
Green valley sari
Red Sun Sindhoor
With such
Mismatching dress sense
Mother Nature is still
A matchless beauty
Blue sky blouse
Green valley sari
Red Sun Sindhoor
With such
Mismatching dress sense
Mother Nature is still
A matchless beauty
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OMNISCIENCE
From these choking airs and flairs
I wish I can evaporate into the thin air
From this false courage and obsession
That I know this; that I know that
I wish I can plummet
Deep into some kind of oblivion
Of late I have this haunting feeling
That my quibbling mind needs
A scrupulous cleansing
That my craving heart too needs
A good deal of scornful scrubbing
And in quiescence, in quiescence
In absolute quiescence
I wish to soak all my senses
Till they come out with pristine radiance
Exuding an… Continue
Posted on July 4, 2009 at 6:21am —
SEVEN FRIENDS
SEVEN FRIENDS
Oh man! Going in a golden palanquin
Ever thought, what is going on in those minds?
Of those, who are bearing your burden?
And those hundreds following your route, blind
Why they ignore their aching shoulders, and
Laugh at your irritating ill-humor?
Look! Their sights on your amassed lucre
Yet, afraid of the power-snake on guard
When that vile serpent slips into the grass
They ground you and flee with your fortune
And don’t dither to laugh at your traipse
This time loudmouthed,… Continue
Oh man! Going in a golden palanquin
Ever thought, what is going on in those minds?
Of those, who are bearing your burden?
And those hundreds following your route, blind
Why they ignore their aching shoulders, and
Laugh at your irritating ill-humor?
Look! Their sights on your amassed lucre
Yet, afraid of the power-snake on guard
When that vile serpent slips into the grass
They ground you and flee with your fortune
And don’t dither to laugh at your traipse
This time loudmouthed,… Continue
Posted on June 30, 2009 at 7:33am —
GOD'S INNOCENCE
GOD’S INNOCENCE
One lights a wick, to dispel darkness
While burns a city; one incendiary
One phenomenon; wielded differently
One, a man; the other a maniac
One walks past a fallen fellow man
While one stops, to give him a hand
Both Homo sapiens; with heart and mind
One, human; the other humane
What did God plan for His creation?
A man with a functional brain
And cursed the rest; flora and fauna
With no heart; no mind to discern
Some humans remained as humans
While the rest joined the other cl… Continue
One lights a wick, to dispel darkness
While burns a city; one incendiary
One phenomenon; wielded differently
One, a man; the other a maniac
One walks past a fallen fellow man
While one stops, to give him a hand
Both Homo sapiens; with heart and mind
One, human; the other humane
What did God plan for His creation?
A man with a functional brain
And cursed the rest; flora and fauna
With no heart; no mind to discern
Some humans remained as humans
While the rest joined the other cl… Continue
Posted on June 30, 2009 at 7:30am —
PLASTIC FACES
PLASTIC FACES
Once I used to see
Flowery smiles,
Fruitful friendships, and
Ocean-deep loving hearts
Decades after,
Now I have no expectations,
I make no inferences
At the plastic faces looking at me;
Lip-length hellos accosting me;
And shallow hearts spread before me
Thinking of the changed world
I looked at my self in the mirror
And tried to smile
Nay! No expression!
There, staring at me
A weird plastic face!!!!!!
Once I used to see
Flowery smiles,
Fruitful friendships, and
Ocean-deep loving hearts
Decades after,
Now I have no expectations,
I make no inferences
At the plastic faces looking at me;
Lip-length hellos accosting me;
And shallow hearts spread before me
Thinking of the changed world
I looked at my self in the mirror
And tried to smile
Nay! No expression!
There, staring at me
A weird plastic face!!!!!!
Posted on June 30, 2009 at 7:18am —
Comment Wall (4 comments)
- At 6:01pm on January 23, 2009,
Rachel Ann Butler said… - I know that we read each others work on poemhunters...I have written a poem about the Princess of wales Diana and when I have time I will post it on PH
- At 12:36pm on January 14, 2009,
Oscar Calixto said… - Hi Dear... Thaks for your words... Nice to meet you! I like your words... An I only walking in the words... Looking for anything, anywere, anybody anysoul...
- At 6:55pm on January 12, 2009,
Koyel Mitra said… - Thanks for your valuable comment.You can view all my poems at www.voicesnet.com.Plz click on the link given in website1 and give me your priceless feedback.
- At 9:41pm on December 12, 2008,
Oscar Calixto said…
- Sathya;
Thanks for your comment to my poem "Rain". I see that you have skill with words and the inspiration that has been penetrating your veins, moving your heart and intoxicate your brain, spilling up well in some letters such as those on your page are scattered ... Big Hug and happiness ... Nice to meet you!
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