Poetry 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! Lord Byron

 
 

Three Poems

Leonard Schwartz - USA

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 I'm after,

its barracudas at low tide circling the mirror.

 

 

Eight Poems

Denis Mair - USA

Khaju Kerman Park

       ---Written while attending the Second Iranian and World Poets Congress.

         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

And grow friendly with the mountain

Nooks for all flavors of contemplation

Nooks as theaters for conversation

A secret system of water ducts

 
 

From the Bow of Battle

Sonnet Mondal - India

 

Sitting with backs to each other

two worlds converge in the borderline

of an estuary with the ocean of skies.

 

Thinking as a lazy habit fails to decide

the course of waters ready to flow

like sprinters waiting for gun fire.

 

MY LOSS
Nidhi Chauhan

 

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

Jumoke Verissimo - Nigeria

 

(For a friend living with cancer)

 

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

I choose contentment in knowing nothing

Gathering strength thinking and disregarding

Doubts in your eyes: my death foretold

 
 

The Infant of Dawn

Iman 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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