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THREE IN ONE MODERN POEMS

You open my eyes

I have wasted

A life time

In search

I wish we’d met earlier

I would’ve utilised my time

Much better

 

What’s the meaning of life?

You want to know

You are just at the beginning

I have lived long enough

To know it’s meaning.

 

For you at your youth

Love is only sex

Perhaps infatuation

At mine, it’s vex, moans,

Bemoans

Also lurking dissatisfaction

 

Hurts, grievances and palpitation

While you at your youthful stage

Say all without any hesitation

Life has no meaning.

Yes it has no purpose

That’s possibly true

But once born I and you

Have to give our lives

Some meaning for existence

Be it love at the beginning

Or the end my son life has

A great deal of significance

 

It is much more

Than a simple night spent in bed

When one is young

Also youth is not dead.

 

Love is life that’s what I know

Life glows

It flows

Those who give life

Moment’s thought

Never in its fruitlessness

Are ever caught

 

Hope this sermon of mine

Proves divine

Love is a blessing from me to you

Have a meaningful life

Is my message

Dearest young one for you

Of Infidelity

A moment’s infidelity

A life time’s torture

 

Any human beings’ mind
can go astray

At any time
any day

At any hour

Any moment
by false sense of display

On someone else’s behalf

We foreplay

 

Come some one

Please do come by
and there you go flat

On the sly,
afterwards it is like just that

You loved to lie on the mat

That is all

That there was to it

We both enjoyed it

Bit by bit

Isn’t it?

 

Of Honesty

You remain honest

Keep slowly rowing,

The dishonest may

Reach the top.

No honest man or woman

Can ever be rich or big

 

But in the ultimate analysis

You are calmer

If

You are more honest

Than dishonest

 

I sleep at the drop of the hat

That is just about that,

As I have no horses

To look after
glad to be your friend

Hereafter


Shakespeare

Shakespeare they now say

Did not really exist

 

However the works left behind

Do still persist.

 

And I can say with certain

Amount of authority

 

Keeping them alive will be

The task of majority

 

Every one of us must read

His literary work

 

So that most of us learn the nuances

We shouldn’t shirk.

 

People round the world

Have to understand

 

English is something

Without which

One cannot stand.

 

A b c d and e

Alphabets one must know

Till the last

 

Rarely does someone pick up

English so fast

 

English Language is

Literature it is.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

— loved, Jan 07, 2010

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Bonitaj

Bonitaj

16 years 5 months ago

This is an OPUS MAGNUS!!

tOO MUCH good work rolled into one!! N Please separate these poems and post them one by one! I particularly liked the first two. I feel it's impossible to comment on any one thing - it's just TOO MUCH! THanks bonita j