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== Poems by [[User:Siddharth Patil|Siddharth Patil]] ==
All poems in this section are released into the [http://creativecommons.org/licenses/zero/1.0/ public domain.]

These are the best of my work so far.

=== [[User:Siddharth Patil/Poetry/Rain|Rain]] ===
Thousands of drops of life<br />
Are falling to the ground;<br />
And I am in the middle of all this;<br />
I feel innocent again<br />
And my own tears of joy are now falling as well;<br />
Oh, how I love this Earth!<br />
And all the gifts it gives us;<br />
I am truly grateful for this experience<br />
And I feel pure again;<br />
And as the Sun comes out<br />
I am soothed by its warmth;<br />
And the raging torrent of emotion inside me<br />
Is now a bubbling stream of<br />
Wisdom.

=== [[User:Siddharth Patil/Poetry/Sleep|Sleep]] ===
The smoke from the burning<br />
Of the midnight oil<br />
Clouds my mind;<br />

But in these clouds<br />
I see fantastic visions<br />
Of such things that<br />
Cannot exist;<br />

I see no point in a struggle<br />
Against myself;<br />

So I jump headfirst into<br />
This oneiric realm<br />
And find my decision<br />
To be wise;<br />

In but only half-a-score hour<br />
I have traversed the Infinite<br />
And experienced a joy<br />
Which I cannot describe<br />
Using such mediocre and worthless<br />
Nonsense like words;<br />

And yet my body has not left its position<br />
Through this whole trip;<br />

This nocturnal ritual is<br />
Undervalued and overanalyzed<br />
By many;<br />

But I know what it truly is;<br />

It is a reunion with Paradise<br />
And a trip through the jungle<br />
Of my thoughts;<br />

And as I leave these pure images behind<br />
I know that I will be returning soon<br />
And that these images will not<br />
Leave ''me''.

=== [[User:Siddharth Patil/Poetry/Fireflies|Fireflies]] ===
the Sun shrinks away into darkness<br />
but the stars have fallen to our world<br />
and with them fell the beauty<br />
of Deus<br />
and Time has become but a frivolity<br />
as the twinkle of these living lights<br />
reflects something far more important<br />
yet all of this is lost<br />
at daybreak<br />
but as i return to the realm<br />
of money, fools, and tyrants<br />
i feel like the flames of my burning desire<br />
have been quenched<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;by the waters<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;of Truth <br />

=== [[User:Siddharth Patil/Poetry/Dawn|Dawn]] ===
The abode of my insanity<br />
Is attacked by a light<br />
From the East;<br />
I am pulled from my trance<br />
And the visions disappear;<br />
In nine-score second<br />
The soothing darkness of night<br />
Is pervaded by a raw beauty;<br />
Infinite hues of purple, pink, and orange!<br />
Is it no surprise that I am<br />
Awed by its perfection?<br />
Now the painted sky has faded<br />
And the Sun has risen;<br />
And even if this whole show<br />
Was all of eight minutes,<br />
I will remember it<br />
Forever.

=== [[User:Siddharth Patil/Poetry/Dusk|Dusk]] ===
The painted sky has returned<br />
And once again<br />
I am silent;<br />
These colors mark the travel<br />
From the light<br />
To the night;<br />
There is a solemn smile on my face<br />
For I am at peace with the world;<br />
I am seduced by Luna<br />
But my heart belongs to the stars,<br />
Who are yet to appear;<br />
Now the Sun is setting fast<br />
But I don't care<br />
Because there are greater treasures to be found<br />
In this realm. 

=== [[User:Siddharth Patil/Poetry/Summer|Summer]] ===
I walk through the grass<br />
With a smile on my face;<br />
I kneel down<br />
And say Hi to the daisies<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;and clovers<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;and Deptford pinks<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;and even the dandelions;<br />
I stand back up<br />
And I feel as free<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;as the butterfly<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;who is fluttering about<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;in front of me;<br />
I look up at the sky<br />
And the euphoria lifts me into it;<br />
Gaia is happy<br />
And so am I;<br />
And I don't know if I am<br />
Alive of dead<br />
For this to me<br />
Is Heaven.

=== [[User:Siddharth Patil/Poetry/Night|Night]] ===
I am my own man in this realm<br />
Free from the toubles of other people;<br />
I feel the cool breeze wrapping around me<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;carrying my troubles away;<br />
And I am glad that I decided to<br />
Ignore the oneiric visions for once<br />
For I look to the sky<br />
And the treasures of the Universe<br />
Are gleaming and glowing with intense<br />
Beauty;<br />
I am humbled<br />
And filled with admiration;<br />
And a sense of security<br />
Is now within me<br />
Because no matter how much we<br />
Destroy this Earth<br />
At least we will never lose<br />
These diamonds and pearls<br />
From the world of<br />
Darkness.

==Poems by [[user:Barbara Shack|Barbara Shack]]==

I hope other poets will soon add their poems to mine.

===In the Bleak Winter===

There is a well-known British Christmas carol.
Its called, " In the Bleak Midwinter  "[http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/i/n/intbleak.htm The words can be accessed here]

The tune is I feel a lot better than the words.  Sorry, Americans I can't give you the tune.  I thought I'd write something to it.  The first verse borrows so heavily from the original that I cannot call it mine.  The second and third verses copy only the rhythm from the original.  The words are entirely mind.  Here it is.

In the Bleak Midwinter, (my version).

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind would moan, <br>
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;<br>
Sometimes snow fell, snow on snow, snow on snow,<br>
Such winters were quite common, thirty years ago.
Frost now comes more seldom<br>
Snow transforms to rain.<br>
Frost and snow both quickly go,<br>
Global warming comes again.
What's happening to our planet?<br>
With our future we play dice.<br>
We burn fossil fuel, <br>
Will our children pay the price?

===The Volga Boat Song===

The next one is to the tune of, "The Volga Boat Song."
[http://www.sca.org.au/bardic/vocal/songs/volga_song.htm The words are here]
[http://ingeb.org/songs/burlaki_.html The tune is here if you can access it]
The words are entirely mine.

The Volga Boat Song (my version).

Global warming, Pacific storming, <br>
We know not, where are we going?

Scientists will try and speculate, <br>
Run computer programmes, calculate. <br>
What next will happen?  What next will happen? <br>
When we know it could be to late.

Global warming, Sahara burning, Ice caps melting. <br>
We know not, where are we going?

===Greenhouse Warming===

The next song is to an American tune called, "Miners' Lifeguard"

[www.fortunecity.com/tinpan/parton/2/minersli.html#top]Its accessible here]

Greenhouse Warming

In the summer, sunshine's burning. <br>
Fire rains down from the sky. <br>
Will our planet soon get warmer? <br>
Find the answer!  Find it, try!

Greenhouse gasses hold the heat in, <br>
Like a furnace, hard and sure. <br>
We know not, have we a future? <br>
Will our planet long endure?

Greenhouse warming, Greenhouse warming, <br>
Gathers strength from year to year. <br>
Daffodils, come out in winter. <br>
Should they give us so much cheer?

In the winter, frosts are seldom, <br>
All looks good, but what will come? <br>
Global warming is a danger! <br>
That should be a rule of thumb.
===Cosmic Fine Tuning===
''(To be sung to the tune of, “Immortal, Invisible, God only wise”.)

''This poem expresses wonder over the possible nature of the [[Universe]].  Believers and Freethinkers can all feel this way.  In particular it deals with the allegedly [[Fine-tuned universe]] and [[Rare Earth hypothesis]] together with possible natural explanations for the situation.

Oh what is the Cosmos, oh was it designed? <br>
What will research tell us, what will science find? <br>
Our life, based on carbon needs such narrow range, <br>
We live on a knife-edge with parameters strange. <br>

There’s Christians and others say the world was designed. <br>
But what could have made it, how complex a mind? <br>
Divine is the mystery, believers declare. <br>
But mysteries solve nothing, mysteries hang in the air. <br>

Could there be more universes, many not few? <br>
With number so countless, that we have not a clue? <br>
From time to time one springs, fine-tuned just like ours. <br>
And there things can happen, there with more luck life flowers. <br>

Elsewhere laws of physics could be different from here. <br>
Life could still exist but with a nature so queer. <br>
We cannot imagine what there could be found. <br>
We try hard to reason but we don't know what's sound. <br>

There's the principle, anthropic, the principle strong. <br>
They say its not science and they say that its wrong. <br>
Only worlds that contain life can come to exist. <br>
For reasons unknown, so strong anthropics suggest. <br>

And a series of principles anthropic come next. <br>
Most are even less science, make the scientists vexed. <br>
But this cosmic fine-tuning, it really looks odd. <br>
Well perhaps it is natural. Or perhaps it is God. <br>

If the forces of science were not what they are, <br>
Our world could be sterile, both near also far. <br>
So why does the universe keep us alive? <br>
And why, here on earth do plants and animals thrive? <br>

So what is the Cosmos, so was it designed? <br>
What will research tell us, what will science find? <br>
The theists say, surely, the others say, no. <br>
We cannot say truly, on with studies we go. <br>

''(Note: This is a poem. It is not meant to be scientifically rigorous. <br> 
''For example in verse 6 “God” refers to any intelligent designer or design team.<br>
''This could include [[Extraterrestrial life|aliens]] who evolved in a [[Parallel universe]], possibly less finely tuned.)''

==External links to Will Dockery's poetry==

*[http://groups.google.com/group/nightmarecult/browse_thread/thread/b476b4fd698acdc4 Archived poetry by Will Dockery]

==Poems Of Emediate Moment by [[User:Jon Awbrey|Jon Awbrey]]==
<br>
<br>

<poem> '''Sunset At Hawk's Nest'''

 Platinum pupil and golden orange iris,
    Pure rose and turquoise the lids of the eye,
 Lashes of evergreen and the gliding hawk's wing,
    Dark umber brows of the rustling oak bough.

 Plato's puppet dances without strings,
    Tracing the shade of the fair plane tree,
 Yet under his gaze nothing is new
    But shadows cast from high platitudes.

 The eye of Horus gleams in the hours of twilight,
    A thousand eyes dreaming now wake to the sight:
 A crescent smile, mother-of-pearl and silvery bright,
    Beaming with warmth on the face of the night. </poem>

 Jon Awbrey
 Glen Arbor, Michigan
 August 25, 1990
<br>
<br>
 '''A Well-Known Rock On Tour'''

 Suppose you come to a rock on the moor:

 That may or may not have fallen there
 as a meteorite burrows out of the sky,
 or lava drops cool in a vanished lake.

 That may or may not have rolled there
 on the impulse of a rough-hewn hermit,
 or the reverence of a primitive tribe.

 That may or may not have been crafted
 as an architrave, a bourne, a caltrop,
 a dolmen, an epistyle, a fenestration?

 That is the sort of ambiguity that I have been wrestling with,
 the type of uncertainty of type that arises in trying to read
 the "Book Of Nature" (BON), the unsettling noise that will at
 turns shock, surprise, and surround us as we strain to pursue
 this "Dialogue Involving Nature" (DIN) as one of its partners.

 This is not the brand of sort of type of ambiguity that will be
 extinguished by our impoverished attempts to control the speech
 of our neighbors, nor would it serve us well even if we succeed.

 Jon Awbrey
 October 16, 2000
<br>
<br>
 '''*ships of yore'''

 on the trailing edge of an icy winged age,
 semele lies enleved in the foils of hades.
 when shall we see her depart the departed?
 when will i mark my recue from the shades?
 not till signs of spring charge the skies,
 not till summer gives voice to the air --
 a dove outside my window this morning?
 if only it were that kind of year!

 jon awbrey, 11 march 2002
<br>
<br>
 ''My tables,''
 ''My tables -- meet it is I set it down''
 ''That one may smile and smile and be a villain.''

 ~~ Hamlet, 1.5.107-109

 Meet it is -- or is it join? --
 That error and information
 Bear our cognate strife
 With us in the middle,
 As ambits torn from
 A singular womb.

 But leave the space
 That promises peace,
 With wile enough and
 The wareness to boot:
 'Twill amend thy selve.

 Jon Awbrey, 18 Feb 2004
<br>
<br>
 '''Coriolanus'''

 Banished at birth,
 The wings of your soul torn off,
 You are but a block of wood
 To be carved by the makers
   of chessmen and marionettes
 To be placed on boards and stages
 That cannot be won
   with the pieces that are left.

 Jon Awbrey
 Stratford, Ontario
 July 25, 2006
<br>

==Poems by [[User:StarofLight|"StarofLight"]]==

<pre>
[Maybe written for Wikinfo]

You have to know the time.
When time of Wings has come around,
do not stand still.

The Stars above
shall guide you.
And your deeper Will
will lead you to the aim.
</pre>

: February 7th, 2007 by StarofLight under the [[User:StarofLight:Realms:Liberty_(Licenses)|Special Poet's License]]
:: (*) time does ''not'' exist, ultimately, in reality, I think.
::: (**) yet there are clocks [[User:FJB|FJB]]
:::: (***) but they only measure themselves [[User:Proteus|>]]

==Poetry of Tomas O' Carthaigh==

Tomas O' Carthaigh contributes to many websites, including http://www.booksie.com, http://www.writerstoyou.com, http://www.poemhunter.com as well as a selection of his work on his website http://www.writingsinrhyme.com

Two books are currently [[self published]] via [[Lulu.com]] available at http://www.lulu.com/cartyweb

[[http://www.writerstoyou.com/books/readonline.asp?bookid=8956&locid=8586&user=1342&title=Tomas+O+Carthaigh+%2D+%22Culture+from+a+Cigarette+Packet%22+and+other+Poems Poetry on WritersToYou]]

===God Calls Me George===

God told me to... and I did it<BR>
Words I heard from my TV<BR>
As I gasped unbelieving<BR>
I asked: can this BE?<BR><BR>

"God told me to free Afganistan,<BR>
And that is what I done,<BR>
God told me to topple Saddam,<BR>
And now that war is won"<BR><BR>

" There will be a state of palestine<BR>
Just you wait and see<BR>
I will do it like the rest<BR>
Becase to do it God told me!"<BR><BR>

This mans fingers on the nuclear button<BR>
He claims God talks to him<BR>
God help us all if he tips out on drugs<BR>
Or decides to try out how it works on a whim!<BR><BR>

If that was you or I who said<BR>
I doneomething because God said so,<BR>
Claimed God to you directly was talking<BR>
Off to Bedlam youd go...<BR><BR>

But not in America<BR>
Not to hospital he is sent<BR>
It seems the Yanks are Grateful<BR>
Gods talks to THIER president!<BR><BR>

The mother of all gobshites<BR>
Who claims God calls him George<BR>
And who on liquir guzzles like a tank<BR>
And on pretzels gorge...<BR><BR>

God bless America<BR>
Who by name its president does call<BR>
God bless your best friend George Bush<BR>
And God help us all!<BR>

===While Passing Time, I Try To Write===

While passing time I try to write,<BR>
About anyone or thing in sight,<BR>
And, inspiration failing me,<BR>
I turn my crisis to verse to see,<BR>
If from nothing a poem can be made<BR>
As ideas in my mind are played<BR>
But litle for verse comes together<BR>
Upon the topic of life, love or weather...<BR><BR>

Why is it that when busy am I,<BR>
At other things - around my mind fly<BR>
Imiages, ideas for epic poems!<BR>
That could enthrall readers in their homes...<BR>
Or beds... but when I get my pen<BR>
I find my mind is blank again...<BR><BR>

To write you must LIVE life,<BR>
Enjoy the joys, endure the strife,<BR>
But if you are set to write,<BR>
You must be alone, sometimes at night...<BR>
Without distraction in a place of peace<BR>
For a while life itself must cease...<BR>
And a tumbling collection of whats not forgot<BR>
Gets written down, letter, word and dot<BR>
And a poem is born! Some bad, some good...<BR>
But each line be written and be read should...<BR>
For each is testiment to recollection,<BR>
Or imagination: a collection,<BR>
Of sights and sounds and hopes and dreams<BR>
The fabric of life, joined by poetic seams,<BR>
That seem to avoid me today,<BR>
So I shall put pen and paper away.<BR>

===Beauty in Bounty Is A Woman===

"Her prentice han she tried on man
And then she made the lasses-O"
<BR>- Robert Burns<BR>
"Green Grows the Rashes"<BR><BR><BR>

Beauty in Bounty is a woman fair<BR>
Be she of dark or golden hair<BR>
Be she of temper short of meek<BR>
She is the peace that us men seek<BR>
For at the ending of the day<BR>
Her touch soothes our cares away<BR><BR>

Beauty in Bounty is a ladys smile<BR>
Though she may worry all the while<BR>
It is to her a God given grace<BR>
Heavy her heart may be, still light is her face<BR>
And as our tousled hair she smoothes,<BR>
Our hearts fire with her touch she soothes<BR><BR>

Us men are terrible and vain<BR>
Spiteful, seeking revenge to gain<BR>
Always insisiting on being right<BR>
Slow to say sorry and quick to fight<BR>
When the lady looks in the window at her reflection<BR>
She admires not just herself, but Gods perfection!<BR>

==Found poetry==
<poem>As Wikipedia says, no copyright material on Wikipedia is allowed.
   This isn't Wikipedia.
      This is the internet
          No one can hear you scream
            Tonight we dine in Clearwater[http://www.sptimes.com/2004/07/18/Tampabay/Scientology_s_town.shtml] [http://www.wikileaks.org/wiki/Talk:Church_of_Scientology_collected_Operating_Thetan_documents]</poem>

<poem>“I should like to tell your lords about some of the sightings I have seen,”
   said the Earl of Halsbury,
      “beginning at the age of 6,
         when I saw an angel.”[http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/26/world/europe/26london.html]</poem>

<poem>"That’s been our history.
   They take all you’ve got.
      They take your land.
         Then they want your stories.”
Norma Trimble, Native American[http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/29/us/29portland.html]</poem>

<poem>"We suffer,
   but not enough.
     And so we suffer for nothing." [[Ursula K. Le Guin]] Chapter 2 of ''[[The Dispossessed]]''</poem>

<poem>The darker the night--
   the brighter the stars,
      The deeper the grief--
         the closer is God. (''[[Crime and Punishment]]'')</poem>