is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to
fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at
the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a
phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go
away. Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance - Carl Sandburg..........Poetry
should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's
soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with
its subject - John Keats .........Poetry is the breath and finer
spirit of all knowledge - William Wordsworth ..........Poets
utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand
- Plato .........No man was ever yet a great poet, without being
at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom
and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human
passions, emotions, language - Samuel Taylor Coleridge .........One
demands two things of a poem. Firstly, it must be a well-made
verbal object that does honor to the language in which it is
written. Secondly, it must say something significant about a
reality common to us all, but perceived from a unique perspective.
What the poet says has never been said before, but, once he
has said it, his readers recognize its validity for themselves
- W. H. Auden ...........Poetry is just the evidence of life.
If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash - Leonard
Cohen .........There is a pleasure in poetic pains which only
poets know - William Cowper .........Genuine poetry can communicate
before it is understood -T. S. Eliot ..........Poetry heals
the wounds inflicted by reason - Novalis...........He who draws
noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though
he has never written a line in all his life - George Sand .........A
poem is never finished, only abandoned - Paul Valery ........A
poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his
celestial realm arrives in this world warbling. If we do not
cherish him, he spreads his wings and flies back into his homeland
- Kahlil Gibran.............Poetry should strike the reader
as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost
a remembrance - John Keats..........To be a poet is a condition,
not a profession - Robert Frost........A poem is true if it
hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem
points to nothing but itself - E. M. Forster.........Publishing
a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand
Canyon and waiting for the echo - Don Marquis...........Poetry
is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion;
it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from
personality. But, of course, only those who have personality
and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these
things - T. S. Eliot ..........You can tear a poem apart to
see what makes it tick. You're back with the mystery of having
been moved by words. The best craftsmanship always leaves holes
and gaps so that something that is not in the poem can creep,
crawl, flash or thunder in - Dylan Thomas .........Poetry is
boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held
together by the delicate, tough skin of words - Paul Engle.........
There is not a joy the world can give like that it takes away!
Master Poets and Modern Poets
English Master Poets
Faulkner, Ashley D.
Klein, Joshua M.
Lim, Soo Young
Majen, Ben Yunus
Slavick, Madeleine Marie
Sufi, Joy as-
Zigweid, Chad M.
Banned In Iran
I intuit the
brilliance of the moon
in this room
without windows or sense of time.
After all, the most
archaic unit is the moon
and language is lit
with its reflected fire.
It isn't the moon
its barracudas at
low tide circling the mirror.
---Written while attending the Second Iranian and World Poets
Khaju of Kerman was mentor and friend to the poet Hafez.
This park is a
nook of many nooks
Set in rock so
humans can draw near
friendly with the mountain
Nooks for all
flavors of contemplation
theaters for conversation
A secret system
of water ducts
From the Bow of Battle
Sonnet Mondal - India
Sitting with backs to each other
worlds converge in the borderline
an estuary with the ocean of skies.
Thinking as a lazy habit fails to decide
course of waters ready to flow
sprinters waiting for gun fire.
You aint going nowhere
Leaving me alone
You will stay with me
Always in my memories
In what used to be home.
Left your imprints everywhere i see
Can't escape from it all, your eyes won't let me flee.
I want to forget it all
forget you ever loved me.
Waking up each morning without you
Itís near time
to leave for the unknown
(For a friend living
Itís time to leave for the unknown
Time when past years skid in my head
Time to shed burden of despair
From a mind where tears peak gut
Ignorance is no virtue for one dying
choose contentment in knowing nothing
Gathering strength thinking and disregarding
Doubts in your eyes: my death foretold
Abdul Azeem Muhammad - Egypt
Sitting near the fireplace casting shadows upon my face
Chasing fire whips scattered along stone walls with grace
Picturing madly figures a mixture of drunken lightning nights
Hearing twilight cracking from dawn's inner skylight
This peaceful holly tune forced darkness to consume
Away to the forbidden hell where hope no more pursue
Spirits laughed hazily with a joyful brightening sight
Light has conquered darkness goodness is a free right
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