Top 5 Poems for October 2011

Hidden Heaven

Enclosed in deep communion,

We let it grow and thrive,

Sealing the harmony that is natural to us,

A union of head and heart.

We are wise who feel,

Easily returning

to the spring of deep trust.

We shall give love its day

And cherish its memory.

© Nandita Keshavan

Utopia

I slept in an unending sleep,

Never to wake again.

For I dreamt I was in Utopia -

A world where there’s no pain.

Where people are always smiling,

And no one wears a frown,

And laughter is always heard there

Even if one is down.

There is no dearth of humanity,

Or love or care or concern;

Disease and suffering are unheard of -

There is no such term.

Poverty is but a name,

Crime does not exist,

War is but a nightmare,

And no abuse persists.

There is no white or black there -

Everyone is the same.

All on equal footing

No one lays the blame.

Everyone is gleeful

The world is at their feet.

No one has to worry

There’s no one to defeat.

But alas Utopia

Is a figment of my dreams ...

And we will never witness it -

Never in this world, it seems.

© Jacinta Zechariah

Grumble

We all like to grumble

I suppose it keeps us sane

All about the weather

When it is fine, we want rain.

We grumble about other people

When they don't do as they should

When we feel sick and poorly

And things are not so good.

But I once knew a girl

A war victim she did fall

She was so hungry she ate the snow

But she did not grumble at all

© Jenny Bosworth

MY SIX LIVES

In the second life

I'll be a traveller

I will wander around the world

only with a backpack

I will be sleeping in hostels and at railway stations

still on the move

In the third life I will be a DJ on the radio

I'll have my own show,

I'll will be playing the music I love

Mark Knopfler, Leonard Cohen,

and the great band from Nashville called Lambchop

In the fourth life

I will be a war journalist

I will go to a war areas

I won't be afraid of death,

I will be broadcasting from the Pakistani-Afghan border

directly to the BBC, CNN, ORF, N24, Al-Jazeera.

In the fifth life I will be a missionary

I will go to Africa where I will take care of lepers

I will be kissing dying children, as Mother Teresa,

I won't be afraid of death.

But in this life I am a poet

because I don't want to be anyone else

to say truer I can't

© Piotr Balkus

Little Hands

Neither scared to believe the truth

Nor fearful of the reality

And never astounded to see what happens in this world

Little hands in prayer ask for every blessing

As they go on a journey of life

They make themselves learn the art to survive

They learn to smile and learn to fly

Little hands always want to try

They weep, they shed tears

Because they believe that somebody really cares

And somebody is just theirs

Little hands never let go the hands that cared

Playing the games, shouting and screaming

Writing, singing, dancing and believing

The treasure for them is their feelings

Because they want to secure a nice living

Little hands just want to live promising

They never predict what others will say

And they never wish to try

They complete the set journey and then

Little hands wave and say goodbye

© Zoha Zee Kay