Gems of Life – Poems by V. Ravi Shankar

ENDLESS SPIRIT OF LOVE

Right now, I am a family man by love marriage,

Back then, I was a proposer of love;

Since then, I am a true lover,

Till now, I maintain the same relationship,

Spirit of love is unique and long way to go,

Bond of love is continuous and unbreakable.

Love cannot be expressed in words, as that of a natural beauty,

Love is as vast as that of a river joining ocean,

At your young age, or old age;

Love makes no difference with the passage of time.

Before marriage, or after marriage,

Love is same with its old charm.

Oh! Love it is going to be continuous till it reaches infinity,

Oh god! Till death I want to cherish the dreams of love.

Cycle of Life

I teach children’s as a teacher,

Just like a mother feeding her baby,

I get knowledge by reading books,

Just like a bee sucking honey from flowers,

I work wholeheartedly for my boss,

Just like a servant obeying his landlord,

I built my own house or shelter,

Just like a nest built on trees by crow,

I forgive my enemies for wrong deeds,

Just like ice melting into water,

I work all my life time,

Just like a cow giving milk all her life,

I love my parents,

Just like my son and daughter love me,

I will give life to other animals and human beings,

Just like god giving me life on this earth.

FEEL FRESH ALWAYS

Without tiring hard work day long;

There is no sound sleep at night;

Without a light morning walk or jog;

There is no free mind day long;

Without light exercise, yoga or meditation;

There is no freshness day long;

Without healthy food three times a day long;

There is no indigestion day long;

Without a break in the evening for recreation;

There is no rest to mind day long;

Without a light dinner, with a glass full of milk and fruits;

There is no sound sleep at night;

Without following all the above;

There is no freshness even day after.

IT IS VERY EASY

It is very easy to lose;

But it is not so easy to win;

It is very easy to steal;

But it is not so easy to earn;

It is very easy to commit mistake;

But it is not so easy to avoid mistake;

It is very easy to learn little bit;

But it is not so easy to master;

It is very easy to be lazy;

But it is not so easy to be active;

It is very easy to depend on others;

But it is not so easy to stand on one’s own leg;

It is very easy to harm others;

But it is not so easy to help others;

It is very easy to be irregular;

But it is not so easy to be punctual;

It is very easy to commit suicide;

But it is not so easy to survive.

DON’T WORRY; BE HAPPY

Don’t worry, when you are in trouble,

Try to get help from others.

Don’t worry, when you met with an accident.

Try to get evidence from onlookers.

Don’t worry, when a theft or fire occurs at your home,

Try to get help from neighbours or friends.

Don’t worry, when you take a bribe,

Try to avoid rumours.

Don’t worry, when you feel hungry,

Try to eat at right time.

Don’t worry, when you fail in your exams,

Try to pass at your next attempt.

Don’t worry, when you suffer loss in your business,

Try to change your line of business.

Don’t worry when you are depressed,

Try   to refresh your mind through recreation.

Don’t worry, when you are sick,

Try to take the advice of a doctor.

Don’t worry, when you try to commit suicide,

Try to live with confidence.

Don’t worry, when you suffer financial loss,

Try to earn more.

Don’t worry, when you are in deep controversy,

Try to convince properly.

Don’t worry, when you could not succeed at your first attempt,

Try to better your chance at next attempt.

Don’t worry, when you help others,

Try to be patient until you receive, the same help form others.

 Don’t worry, when you get huge amounts,

Try to keep half to yourself, and half to charity.

 

 SELF EGO—BE CAREFUL

 One need not set high goals in life,

One must accomplish it step by step.

One need not aim at becoming rich overnight,

One must accomplish it by hard work.

One need not aim at becoming a Scientist,

One must accomplish it by inventing something new.

One need not aim at becoming a Doctor,

One must accomplish it by serving poor patients.

One need not dream of teaching others,

One must accomplish it by self study.

One need not aim at becoming a skilled worker,

One must accomplish it by good workmanship.

One need not aim at becoming a social worker,

One must accomplish it by serving both rural and urban poor peoples.

One must not aim at becoming a role model for others,

One must accomplish it by achieving something new in life.

One need not aim at becoming a Prime Minister,

One must accomplish it by winning the hearts of peoples through good works.

One need not aim at becoming a Government Officer,

One must accomplish it by without taking bribes.

One need not aim at becoming a healthy person,

One must accomplish it by eating and exercising healthy.

 One need not aim at becoming an honest person,

One must accomplish it by following strict discipline and principles.

 One need not dream of overtaking seniors at work place,

One must accomplish it by giving respect and knowledge.

 One need not aim at wasting the precious time at young age,

One must accomplish it by   knowing the value of time.

 One need not dream of luxury in life by stealing,

One must accomplish it by earning well.

 One need not aim at becoming a winner always,

One must accomplish it by facing the consequences with equal ease when you lose.

 One need not aim at becoming a Guru at first sight,

One must accomplish it by being a disciple for some time.

 One need not aim at Victory at first attempt,

One must accomplish it by loosing several times before winning.

 One need not aim at high level beyond his capacity,

One must accomplish it by being within his limits.

-V. Ravi Shankar, India

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Without Meaning – Poem by Rachel Brown

Without meaning  do 

I  exist  without  hope  do  I  live  alas  what  am  I  to

see life  for what  it  is ,

I don’t  feel right  forcing  others  to  see  what  I  see

knowing  that  my  long lived  loneliness   might never see an  end  in sight 

without  meaning  in  my  life

I  am  empty  without  a sense  of justice  do  I  see  injustice ;

take   me  away  from  a country

 corrupted  and  crime ridden  to  a peaceful  country  where  crime  is  at  a minimal   its only  in  my  nature  to  see the  truth 

in front  of  me

I  wait  for 

him  to save  me from  all  the  things 

that   might  end up  hurting  me  all  too deeply  to  attest  to  at the  end ,

knowing  his  love is   what  would  pull me  through 

in the  end  is  what   will  make  the   difference  let come  what ever  may  it might  not  make  a world of difference   to me

but knowing  that  even   if  something  so  beautiful  looks  so  harmless  it  can  do  a great  deal   of  harm ;

my  life  as  I  know it  as of  now  may as well   be  a desolate island 

full of  pain  and  misery  nothing  more  could  hurt nearly  as  much   as  being   deserted  for   a solitary  life style 

it hurts  enough   to  bury   all   my pain   underneath  a  hurt smile.

Knowing   that  damage 

cannot  always  be  undone  till  the   rat   is dead   and  buried

full of shame   and   lost to its own  lice ,

take  me  away  to  the  land of  the  rising  sun  where  dreams  do  come true  even  in  the  most harrowing  of times 

it should  all  be enough to  hold onto  with  all   my  strength   lost  to  reason   to  really  care ;

its  enough  to  see  the   truth  behind  all  honesty   that was  ever  known 

between  the  facts   and  the   lies  that  bury  us  in  our own  agonies  its enough  to  die  in  a pain  unlike  anything  ever known 

unto  us  as  of  now .

Birth of a Child – Poem by Susan Murray

I feel the child growing inside,

My figure I can no longer hide.

My clothes are too tight,

My back aches day and night.

The months have passed by,

I wait in anticipation and cry.

The day finally is here,

I scream out and cheer.

I go to the hospital,

I go through the wait.

I push, and I pant,

I scream out I just can’t.

The time is mid morn,

The baby is born.

I look at my baby and see if she is alright,

I thank the lord for blessing me right.

-By Susan Murray, Mount Vernon, NY

Shape of Spring – Poem by Susan Stevens

There was a large lady from Penn

Who was back on her diet – again.

She’d spent the winter doing nothing but munch,

Take-a-ways, dinners out, round the pub for lunch.

Extra portions, dumplings with stew,

A cake or biscuit with every brew.

These are just some of the things she has tried,

And now the fat has no where to hide.

‘Oh no’ she wailed, ‘I want to be slim,

I may even have to join a gym.

The spring is here, I’ve booked a cruise,

And I’ve got so much weight to lose.

But the weathers great, I don’t want to be glum,

Worrying about the size of my bum,

I’ll just buy clothes in a bigger size,

Something loose to hide my thighs.

After all I’ll still look divine-

So who’s going to pour me a glass of wine?’

-By Susan Stevens, Wolverhampton

Dad – Poem by Dominic Houlihan

The day we had to say goodbye was a pain in all or eyes that none of us could not hide. To watch the bravery in my  mother eyes saying goodbye to the man she loved so dear knowing she not going to see him for a while no words the world can describe.
You left such an impacted in all or lives memories that we can cherish for the rest of or lives.
The bravery you showed us till your own bitter end.
Is a memory we will carry with us till or own dying end.
We may have all held your hand for a short while but we will carry you in or heart’s a for life time.
-By Dominic Houlihan, Ireland

Time – Poem by Dominic Houlihan

As I sit at the beach the beach with so many memories
I stare at the spot where we once kissed.
A memory I wish would leave me as I was forgotten so easily.
As I know your love for me wasn’t real the way you gave your heart away to someone else just to have it flung back to you so easily.

The pain I feel I can never describe how someone once stood in front of me and said you’re all mine.
As month’s and years go by maybe I’ll have the courage to get out of this car and stroll by.

-By Dominic Houlihan, Ireland

Mine – Poem by Beth Wood

You ask me my history I hand you my book of scars.

This skin grows so tight

Not all prisons bear bars

Childhood held weapons, drugs, and pain

No cookies, no toys, straight shot to the vain

Reprieve would call around, send the devision to the door

Bruises shown often, judge, then a new home decor

Adolescent held hours in sleep or candle lit razors

Tears upon  tears then fits and rages

I hate because I hate

The breath that escapes me

I’ll take lacerations and suicide please

Institutions to follow

Dear God so many years

Walls built for insanities

Constructed by fears

Volatile and desperate

Lead to many four point restraints

Injections, medication changes

And the side effects that remain

Life after life I have attempted to build

Using this faulty blueprint

Foundation landfill

Of lovers I’ve taken many

Loved maybe once or twice

Roads dreamed of paving given over to vice

I love you don’t leave me

Shit why would you stay

I’m going to push

And push

And shove you away

You asked me my history I hand you my book of scars

Memories and thoughts of who one thinks they are

Poetry of pieces collected over time

Now

It’s your turn I’ve told you mine 

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Snow – Poem by Kathleen Kifer

Tiny white orbs, celestially sent, 

In drifting, meandering feathered descent

Once caught on a breeze, they skitter and tease

Alighting, then melting, their joyrides spent

Larger, fluffier, robust flakes

Collide in a gale off of unfrozen lakes

Fulfilling their mission with white-out precision

Slick roads and school closings evolve in their wake

Piercing ice arrows of stinging sleet

Blanketing all in glassine sheets

Of crystal splendor, then surrenders

As the warming sun competes

Soft, gentle veil of winter’s mist

Moonlit ice diamonds in glittering drifts

As flakes touch the ground, the only sound

Is the loving kindness of God’s kiss

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Time Changes Love – Poem by Lola Hornof

As you grow,

As a couple,

Time changes love,

For the better,

It makes the relationship stronger,

And more fierce,

It comes out more in actions,

Than in words spoken,

It becomes the small things that matter,

Like knowing how you take your coffee,

As love matures,

So does the relationship,

You grow even closer,

Everyday,

As your love grows,

So do you as a person,

Over time love changes,

For the better.

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Romantic – Poem by Lola Hornof

He is the most romantic man ever,

Gives me presents,

For no occasion,

Makes special dinners by candlelight,

Buys me flowers all the time,

Takes me to the beach,

To watch the sunset,

Knows what I like,

And everything about me,

Always surprising me,

This is what romance is all about.

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