For someone who'll read this

500 years from now

How are you?
I am sure a lot has changed

between my time and yours,
but we're not very different,

you have only one thing on me -
hindsight.

I have all these questions for you:
Do cars fly now?

Is Mumbai still standing by the sea?
How do you folks manage without ozone?

Have the aliens come yet?
Who from my century is still remembered?

How long did India and Pakistan last?
When did Kashmir become free?

It must be surprising for you
looking at our time,

our things must seem so strange to you,
our wars so little,

our toilets for 'men' and 'women'
must make you laugh

our cutting down of trees
would be listed in your 'Early Causes'

our poetry in which the moon is still
a thing far away

must make you wonder, both for that moon
and for the poetry.

You must be baffled,
that we couldn't even imagine

the things you now take for granted.
But let that be,

would you do me a favour,
for 'old time's sake'?

Would you go to the Humayun's Tomb
in what used to be Delhi

and just as you're climbing the front staircase,
near the fourth rung, I have cut into

the stone wall to your left -
'Akhil loves Rohit'

Will you go and see it?
Just that, go see it.

Romantic Love Quotes for Him with Pictures

When love is not madness, 

it is not love.

If a thing loves, 

it is infinite.

Love will make you steal 

someone's heart and give them yours.

Love is life. And if you 

miss love, you miss life.

Love means never 

having to say you�re sorry.

Most people will be about as 

happy as they decide to be.

I want someone who will stay with me 

no matter how hard I am to be with.

If I know what love is, 

it is because of you.

I'm not perfect but you'll 

never find someone who 

loves you as much as I do.

When Farida Khanum

sings now,

she does not hide the age
in her voice,

instead
she wraps it in paisleys,
and for a moment
holds it in both of her hands,

before
she drowns it in our sky.

When she sings now,
she knows

that at the end of that note
when her voice breaks
like a wishbone,

he will stay.

Who're the ones marching that day?

L.G.B.T.Q.I.H.K.
What does the headline next day decide?
To call it 'Gay Pride'

2015 Best of Poetry Lists

More end-of-year best book lists are being announced. There are the known and "official" best of lists, like the National Book Awards and there are plenty of lesser known ones.

Still time to grab an end-of-year poetry gift for a friend or for yourself.

The GoodReads website has its list of readers' choice book awards, including 20 books of poetry. There are a few titles or poets that I know, but the majority are ones I don't know. There is Felicity by Mary Oliver, but also the winning title, The Dogs I Have Kissed, by Trista Mateer who is "Known for her eponymous blog and her confessional style of writing, this is Trista Mateer's second collection of poetry."



Assuming that the list is simply based on votes by readers of the site, you can either see it as a real list of books readers enjoyed or a chance for lesser-known poets to have their friends vote them up. I'd like to believe it is the former, a kind of crowdsourced what-I-read-and-liked list. Either way, it brought to my attention some books I would not have seen otherwise.

Another list of 8 comes via the Flavorwire website.  

I occasionally look at Amazon's list of best-selling poetry books because it does mean something to know what people are buying. That list always has titles that seem like they were purchased by students for a class (lots of anthologies) and also a bunch of current titles. I'm not a big buyer of anthologies, but I can see someone buying 100 Best-Loved Poems in the way that I once bought the Miles Davis "Greatest Hits" album (knowing he never had any "hits") in the hope of getting the best in one place.

Tonight

You're still glued to the bus-stop seat,
I pull you off it, "91 is here."

On Gray's Inn Road,
you again call the houses "so miniature,"
holding them between your finger and thumb.

On the double-decker,
you're still dozing off on the back seat,
asking me to wake you up when we get there.

As we get out, I'm still telling you to
"wrap yourself well, it's always colder
near the river."

As we walk below the Waterloo Bridge
and you turn to look at me, I am still
one-part longing, one-part fear,

wishing, tonight, that you were here.


(thanks to Daniel Titz and Dorian Lebh)

You have parked so badly

You have parked so badly
making it very difficult for me
to get my car out.

Were you drunk?
You are certainly very selfish
and inconsiderate.

S. Banks.



A handwritten note left on the windscreen of a badly parked car in Bristol, UK. Submitted by Daniel Mehmet.

He sees me. I see him.

"You're a little chubby,"
"I guess you're a little dim,"
we part ways, he's not gettin'
sharper, I'm not getting thin.

A Blessing

James Wright and Robert Bly began a friendship through letters. Eventually, Wright would visit Bly's farm in western Minnesota and fall in love with it. �I think your farm is the first such place I have ever really liked � it is beautifully mysterious and very much its own secret place.�

He began taking the train out there every Friday after classes, and staying for the weekend, sleeping in an old converted chicken coop, which was heated by an oil stove.

On Saturday mornings, he would come into the farmhouse for breakfast, go back out, and return at lunch with a poem. He said of the Blys: �They loved me and they saved my life. I don�t mean the life of my poetry, either.�

One day Bly and Wright were driving home from another friend�s farm when they passed two horses in a pasture. They stopped and got out to see the horses, and in the car Wright began writing a poem in a spiral notebook. That became one of his most beloved poems, �A Blessing.�

A Blessing

by James Wright

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl�s wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.

from Collected Poems

December Poets

To melt the winter sun, partially,
  and hold it in a glass,
    Agha Shahid Ali,

to love, count to ten,
  then at last
    to grieve,
      Auden,

then, cussedly, leave
  to tread on something
    firmer,
      Rene Sharanya Verma,

to lose, again,
  reach that place, unknown,
    darker,
      Dorothy Parker.

Rust Belt Americana

Searching for Pittsburgh
Going there
To see if something comes next
Finding something
How to love the dead

A year later
Explicating the twilight
What is there to say?
A ghost sings, a door opens
The container for the thing contained

Older women
Carrying torches at noon
Tear it down

The white heart of God
Almost happy



From the title index of The Great Fires, Jack Gilbert (Alfred A Knopf, 2008). Submitted by Howie Good.

And I know now what I didn't know then by the Tuesday Poets

So
now you are privy to
a thousand thousand things. Jennifer Compton

The geology of the region, the path rain takes under
the earth, the black areas of nitrate. Sarah Jane Barnett

There are places yet to find
where the teeth of ancestors
still speak to us from the forest floor � Kathleen Jones

please do not dance
with the statues. Helen Lowe

I wonder what times I

Christmas Greetings Pictures and Gifts for Friends and Family

Christmas is such a lovely time...

Rejoice the spirit of Christmas with 

friends, family and colleagues...

There are many gifts under the Christmas tree.

But the best on is the gift of your friendship...

Cristmas is doing a little 

something extra for some one.

The best gift in life will never be found

under A Christmas tree, those gifts are

friends, family, kids and the one you love...

Gifts of time and love are 

surely the basic ingredients 

of a truly Merry Christmas.

Christmas only comes ones A year. 

The Love that I have for you comes 

only once in A life time...

Gifts of time and love are 

surely the basic ingredients 

of a truly Merry Christmas.

Hope your Christmas is a perfect 

measure of fun and loughter!.

Romantic Shayari for Wife GF GirlFriend Love Shayari in Hindi With Photo Images

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Ye ishq ki inteha thi ya deewangi meri

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Khuda Ne Mujhse Kaha,

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The Most Beautiful Wish

that I can ever wish for you

May the Worst Day of your Future

be Better than the Best Day of Ur Past

Be always Happy

Good morning

We always Work for a Better Tomorrow

But When Tomorrow Comes,

Instead of Enjoying ,

Again We Think of a Better Tomorrow !

Let's Have a Better Today

Continue Reading �

Mundesley

We may come to the
sands through pathways cut in the
cliff, and the tide leaves

on these priceless shores
long lagoons which are
the delight of children�s hearts.



From a chapter on Holidays in Every Woman�s Enquire Within: A Complete Library and Household Knowledge for all Home-Loving Women, ed. A C Marshall (London: George Newnes Ltd). Estimated to be from the 1930s. Submitted by H L Foster.

Prompt: Poetry as Food

I read an article about how the Galway University Hospitals Arts Trust works with a poet who is appearing at C�irt International Festival of Literature to select poetry suitable for display in waiting areas of their hospitals. These "Poems for Patience" is a collection that hopefully will give people pause for reflection and space for hope in both those joyful celebratory moments as well as the all too often times of pain or worry. This year the poems were selected and introduced by Naomi Shihab Nye.

On Poetry Day (7 May) a Menu of Poems called �Flow� was distributed throughout Irish hospital wards, waiting rooms and other healthcare settings for patients, visitors and staff to enjoy. You can see the menu at www.poetryireland.ie

This got me thinking about serving poetry as food. Poetry as something you take in on a daily basis and that sustains you. Some of it good and solid and healthy, and sometimes some that is light and sweet, or heavy and probably not the best thing to have at that time.

There are a good number of poems about food, but that is not what we are dealing with in this prompt. There are also some well known poems about eating poetry.

One that is often anthologized and used in schools is "How To Eat a Poem" by Eve Merriam.

Don't be polite.
Bite in.
Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that
may run down your chin.
It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are.
You do not need a knife or fork or spoon
or plate or napkin or tablecloth.
For there is no core
or stem
or rind
or pit
or seed
or skin
to throw away.

Also well known is "Eating Poetry" by Mark Strand, which appeared on this year's National Poetry Month poster and begins:    
     

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry...

But what I am more interested in for this month's prompt is what Galway Kinnell does in his poem "Blackberry Eating."

Maybe the Galway Hospital triggered the Kinnell connection, but in his poem we have him first being quite literal in his eating -

I love to go out in late September
among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries
to eat blackberries for breakfast,
the stalks very prickly, a penalty
they earn for knowing the black art
of blackberry-making;

- and then something else happens. The blackberries, with their "black art" become words, if not poems.

and as I stand among them
lifting the stalks to my mouth, the ripest berries
fall almost unbidden to my tongue,
as words sometimes do, certain peculiar words
like strengths or squinched,
many-lettered, one-syllabled lumps,
which I squeeze, squinch open, and splurge well
in the silent, startled, icy, black language
of blackberry-eating in late September.

The prompt this month is poetry as food - poems that explore how we consume poetry, what it gives us, and may or may not contain references to actual foods.

With holidays and such at year's end, I'm sure you will have more than enough foods prompting you.

The submission deadline for this prompt is January 10, 2016.

When I die

bury me
only in your eyes.

A modern gentleman

Carries house guests� luggage to their rooms, breaks
a relationship face to face
has read ?Pride and Prejudice, demonstrates
that making love is neither a race
nor a competition. Never lets a door
slam in someone�s face, is unafraid
to speak the truth, arrives five minutes before,
possesses at least one dark suit, well-made.
Can undo a bra with one hand, has two
tricks to entertain children, can prepare
a bonfire, says his name when introduced,
cooks an omelette to die for. Knows that there
is always an exception to a rule;
avoids lilac socks, polishes his shoes.



From Revealed: The 39 steps to being a modern gentleman, The Telegraph, 28 October 2015. Submitted by Gabriel Smy.

Morte D�Arthur (Partial) by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

.

So all day long the noise of battle roll�d

Among the mountains by the winter sea;

Until King Arthur�s table, man by man,

Had fallen in Lyonnesse about their Lord,

King Arthur: then, because his wound was deep,

The bold Sir Bedivere uplifted him,

Sir Bedivere, the last of all his knights,

And bore him to a chapel nigh the field,

A broken chancel with a broken cross,

That stood on a

Merry Christmas Pictures and Quotes for Facebook Share

It is a Cristmas in the 

Heart that puts 

Cristmas in the air.

It is a Cristmas in the 

Heart that puts 

Cristmas in the air.

Lets be naughty land 

save Santa the tripl.

Why is christmas just like a day at the office.?

You do all the work and thay fat gay with the

suit gets all the credits...

May the holidays refresh your spirit and bring

you new inpiration and happiness.

May the spirit of Christmas bring you peace.

The glodness of christmas give you hope.

The wormth of Christmas grant you love...

Beautiful moments, 

treasured memories, 

and all the blessings, 

A Heart can know.

I will honor Christmas in my Heart,

and try to keep it all the year.

To a joyful present and a well remembered

past best wishes for happy Holidays and

a magnificent New Year...

Merry Christmas Wishes Cards and Gifts

Christmas, my child, is 

love in action... 'Dale evens ragers'.

Christmas is not as much

about opening our presents

as opening our hearts...

The best thing in life 

are not things. Art Buchwald

Cristmas cookies, turkeys stuffed. 

Festive holly berry. 

Little faces bright with joy.

loved ones being merry.

Cristmas cookies, turkeys stuffed. 

Festive holly berry. 

Little faces bright with joy.

loved ones being merry.

May your fun be large and 

bills be small this year!

Christmas, my child, is love 

in action...

May this Christmas find you 

surrounded by those you love and those 

who Love You...

All those years we dated,

it remained 'complicated,'
so what I don't get is this -
why do I remember them as 'bliss'.

Happy New Year Wishes Quotes with New Year Greetings Pictures

May be this New Year...

We ought to walk through the rooms

of our lives not looking for flows.

On the road to success, the rules 

is always to look ahead.

May you reach your destination.

May your journey be wonderful.

A journey of A 

thousend miles must begin 

with a single step.

May all your trouble last as long 

as your New Yeas last resolution. 

'Joey Adams'...

Lets celebrate this blissful, cheerful, colourful New Year. 

With fresh roses and smile.

A New Years resolution is something that 

goes in one Year and out the other.

A New Year A new 

start and  way to go!

On the road to success, the rules 

is always to look ahead.

May you reach your destination.

May your journey be wonderful.

May the light of success and achievement always

shine on you the coming year and ever after.