Knol Poetry Contest

This is a poetry contest. Everyone can enter.
Say what you want via poetry! Express your self with art!
Submit your small poem of 2-20 lines and maybe you can win. All subjects are accepted.
VISITORS & Authors Vote for the best poem by entering comments!

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KNOL POETRY CONTEST!

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ALL VISITORS can publish their poems!

EVERYONE can comment on or vote the poems submitted!

Best Poems

Propose your poem via a comment at the bottom of the page! Feel free to vote for any two poems you like best! Vote anytime you like!. This is an open and on-going process! The best poems with more votes win nothing. Just recognition…

All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling
Oscar Wilde

A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures.
But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating.
The worse their rhymes are, the more picturesque they look.
The mere fact of having published a book of second-rate sonnets makes a man quite irresistible.
He lives the poetry that he cannot write.
The others write the poetry that they dare not realize
Oscar Wilde

How to participate

The process pf participating is very simple. Just submit your poem with a comment in this page! I will enter it into the Knol (i.e. here) for everyone to see! The rules to be followed are simple:

  • Please submit poems that are written in English via comments in this page. Remember that comments are moderated so you may have to wait 1-2 days before you see your comment and poem posted here.

  • Please try to write small poems of 2-20 lines. Every size of poems is accepted, but you can understand that a poem of 2 pages is difficult to post in this limited space. Thanks for your understanding!

  • Please submitt original poems! I want YOUR poems, not a copy-paste of poems written by others! I do not have the resources nor the time to verify that a poem posted here is original, but I hope everyone is so honest to follow this rule. After all the purpose of the contest is to have fun, not to win Nobel prize.

How to vote

The voting process is again simple. You just read the poems available and vote for two of your most favourites, as in the Best Knol of the Month contest (when Knol was around)! Please do not vote for your own poems. The contest is on-going. All votes will be seen in the page and updated constantly. Enjoy!

It is through art, and through art only, that we can realise our perfection

Oscar Wilde

Sajid Khan – We will find it through the looking glass

Emotional intelligence is so complex?
No matter where we look we cannot find it
not through a looking glass
Not through a microscope.
And yet it has its hands everywhere
Whether we study or make breakfast
Whether we behave as an individual or group
It controls us to the T.
And when we are in a literacy hole
We study and study our math and science
And yet on the stage of life
when our math and science knowledge pays off
we expect pure happiness and yet it is confusing
as we still feel hollow and our happiness
It is not satisfying.
So we go back to extracting more and more
Benefits from our science expertise
Yet our happinesses are fleeting
And we are standing again
in a hole of confusion and misery
and we do not know that the gap in our knowledge
is not in science
The gap is in our emotional literacy!
Only when we wake up and fix
Our emotional holes will we
Find pure happiness, we will find it
through the looking glass
And we will find it through the microscope
We will find it in sound sleep
We will find it in the bedroom
And in our work and on the street
Our stage of life will be littered with
pure happiness. In fact pure happiness will become us!

Monica Gomez – Sometimes

Words
Escape me and
Sometimes
I cant find them and
Sometimes
When they’ve got away
My minds
Not far behind them
But I’ve still got
My looks and
I’ve still got
My heart…
Though
Sometimes
Its misplaced and then
A little torn apart
Thats okay, I’ve still got
My head
My hands
My feet
Though all I really need is just
My soul
To be complete

Jason Quinten Kincade – Trigger

Follow your dream;
Be it bold or be it humble,
Follow your dream.
Even when it hurts…even when you stumble,
Follow your dream!Pour your heart into its most coveted mold,
No matter the risk or rathe of scorn,
No matter the cast be of tin, bronze, silver or gold.When against all odds, it transcends the fire,
So sweetly—after lofty ones ranted it doomed to buckle,
Balky sideliners will leap the wire,
And the downtrodden are bound to chuckle.

Kam Salisbury – Old tracks

Old train tracks going nowhere.
The tracks have to, must, go somewhere.
Where the tracks go is not where anyone lives… except the trees, a stream and sky.
The tracks go some place after all.

P V Ariel – Oh Death You’re Defeated

Oh death you come like an angel.
You are like a physical obsession.
You wander through the dark silent night.
To snatch away the better ones.
Oh, I am in deep turmoil, sad and morose.
My heart is wailing for my dear one.
Whom, you took away in that silent night.
Even before his ripe of age, you took him off.
Oh God how sad and morose I am.
I couldn’t fully enjoy his love and care.
His concern for others are unfathomable.
He led many to your marvelous light.
Yes, he led an exemplary life to follow.
He was a gem among thousands.
I feel like shouting ‘God I hate you’,
You’ve done injustice to us and to many.
When I thought this unwanted thought,
Suddenly my mind recollected your words.
The marvelous ones in the scripture.
Lord, I feel guilty for my unwanted thought.
Lord, you are just and do everything good,
especially to the one who loves you.
Oh Lord I know your love towards us.
It’s too unfathomable to my understanding.
Yes Lord You want him to be with You forever.
Yes Lord he fought diligently and finished his race.
He led many to your kingdom through his word and deed.
Yes Lord, he finished his race with a remarkable mark.

RC Stafford – 8000 Chickens

Low flying Hueys buzz my flock at @ 2 AM;
Weekend warriors were out having fun.Bantams collided in midair with broilers,
Careening off one another,
Messerschmitts and Spitfires crashing into tin,
Piling up thick against the wall of their coop.At dawn, walking out to survey the damage, I see red.
I spy broken birds; my forehead furrows.
I scoop red earth, slinging it at the scarlet sky.
My arms extending.
My fists clenching, clutching clay,
Chicken blood dripping from my fingers.
Next morning the rag reports:
“Eight Thousand Chickens Destroyed
In Cadaverous County.”

Zainab Salim – I love it when he

I love it when he looks at me
I just smile & thank God who gave me eyes through which I can see
I love it when we fight for silly things
The following day as if nothing has happened, very unique as a human being
I love it when we know we are in trouble and there is no solution
I love it when he says he will fix everything
Then he says you will see very soon together we will sing
And fly up above so high as if we have fairy wings
I love it when I’m crying in pain
He holds my hand and says everything will just be fine
So just stop crying alone, I’m here not to dry your tears
Then he gently says, I’m here to cry with you my princess
His words make me strong
Makes me believe nothing is impossible
He is genius
I love when he talks like a poet
Beautiful words coming from his mouth
I consider him the best man in the planet.

umme salma – My Dear Brother

1. I always fought with lord for not giving me a brother
And use to be jealous with those who have the one
With whom they shared their joys and sorrows forever
But,I had none.
2. One fine day to my great surprise
God gave me a boon in disguise
The most pleasant gift I have ever got
It was you my brother which I never thought.
3. The one who always want my happiness
The one who always pray for my Success
The one who can never see tears in my eyes
The one who can pay for my sake any costliest price.
4. The one who loves me, the one who cares me
The one who always secures and protects me
The one who is always there for me whenever I need
The one who always helps me in my every deed
5. Thank you lord for giving me the lovely treasure
To have such a one is a great pleasure
The one who is for me a perfect friend, guide and fatherly figure
He is my DEAR ARUN BROTHER.

Kalai Selvi – Tethered to you…

Restricting to move around
I give in with a bound
Timeless memories surround
To tether me again for a round
Wheels moving on tracks sound
As if I am thrown to ground
Slithering emotions smother
And let me once again bother
Not only for me but also for you.

umme salma – Wish to my Mom on Mother’s Day

There are billions of billion stars in the galaxies
Lightning many worlds.
But, there is only one star on this earth
Enlightening your world
Who always loves you, who cares you and nurture
and that star is your DEAR MOTHER !

Enn Pen – Chick-a-choo

chick-a-choo

you know who

tromps around the towns

(glitter guns and paint)seeking something, not the truth

giving it all, more than most could imagine

sacrificing for her passionsold soul, chick-a-choo

we love you

with your catchy tunes

bearing all your scars

for mini-choos to healbut chick-a-choo

chick-a-choo

we’re losing you
(because) you lost yourself
but you don’t know, do you?

chick-a-choo, boo hoo
we love you and though
we search for you and
ache for a glimpse of you(r world)
we don’t want to lose you

winters are long, chick-a -choo
don’t let us lose you
(for a bump, doot-do)

Marat Gleyzer – With Eyes

if i were a blind man,

then i couldn’t see.the way you look like in my head,

the way you look at me.

the way i look at you,

when you’re not looking back at me,

the way you look at me,

when i don’t see the thing you see.i could feel your voice,

and make the choice to go to you.

i could hear your steps,

and know the way they carry you.a step into the distance,

a step into the past.

making. steps. the. difference.

makethisstepthelast.

the step that brought you here,
your tangled worry shuffled by.

the beat between your words,
your shallow breath before you cried.
cries in anger,
cries in tears,
cries of conscience,
cries of fears.

i hear hope,
it trickles through,
telling you what you should do.
hope that you’ll soon laugh again,
sharing moments with your friends,
stories both from now and then.

jokes and taunts and ribs at times,
“better for the rhythm rhyme. taken for a welfare dime.” HA!

sigh, Ahhhhhhhhhh………

if i were a blind man,
then i wouldn’t know.

the way you pucker,
when you say the simple word hello.
the way you hide behind your shoulder,
when you’re playing shy,
my own reflection from the sun,
staring through your eyes.

the way you take that picture,
the way you read that book,
the way you wear your make-up,
the sexy way you look. ROCK!!

With Eyes I taste your skin,
and they commit me to a touch,
the angle of your hourglass,
your waist..
your breast..
TOO MUCH!!

i close them,
and forget about the shape and style i see.
i think about the thing
that really means a thing to me.

with eyes i see you notice,
when i notice her pass by.

with eyes you notice that i noticed,
now you wonder why?

its just these eyes,
play tricks sometimes,
i notice what i see.

but just because i’ve seen her,
doesn’t mean that she’s for me.

and then the world starts turning,
and passions come in play.
the generally hospitable,
they vanish to dismay,

the dissection, the digestion, the projection of the thought:
“now that i’ve seen he’s seen her, does he like the way she’s taut?”

but then she knows i’ve seen her,
she’s aware that she’s been seen,
she also knows he’s seen her,
are you seeing what i mean?

you see,
the seeing really isn’t
seeing very much.

it always gets us into thinking
very jealous thoughts,
but on this note
i’ve run amuck,
and think I’ve said enough.

imagine i’m a blind man,
and haven’t seen a thing.
i never want to see again,
imaginary things.

what would you do?
what would you say?
you’d smile and go
your merry way.

you’d ask me what its like in there?
i’d say that if you really cared.
you’d take a knife
and gouge your eyes,
and listen to yourself sometimes.

then ask me how it smells today?
and did i feel the breeze that way?
you’d never know i’d seen her,
because i haven’t ‘seen’ her.

Celeste Heery – Clove

It’s one of those clear Fall nights
where you feel you can slice the moon
and eat it with a knife and fork
my clove cigarette crackles like a comforting fireI am in and out with my usual burning desires
my mind goes to gentle things
streams and falls
cascading water taking me at willI don’t need gloves, I am warmed by the coffee cup
in and out of stores, looking for inspiration
in faces and places
beat beat beat of the drum
melodic escape
where i’ll end up I don’t know
but it’s not herei’m tired,
oozing out of my skin like that last bit of toothpaste
street sounds are like caramel for my ears

Nicholas Feden – The Wikipedian

I tried to find my name on Wikipedia one night
I searched and searched, then realized it wasn’t on the site.
I guess that sent me off into an existential tizzy,
for if a man’s not wikki-worth, then what the hell worth is he.To look back on it now, I guess I went a bit insane,
for I went to other articles to edit in my name.
This I did for three days straight, without a single break.
Till on day four I had to stop, for, Oh my hands did ache!I woke up hours later, laying sprawled upon the floor.
I would have slept much longer, but for banging on my door.
The door flung wide, two men stepped in, “Who’s there?,” my voice did cry.
Their answer made my stomach turn- it was the FBI.It seems that under W. Bush intelligence had changed.
The Agency had reassessed how agents should be trained.
In olden days they combed the street, in searching for a threat.
The new school simply typed in search terms on the internet.

“We know you shot the Pope in May of 1981,”
“My God,” I said, “you Wikied me! “Our list has just begun.”
There’s JFK, and RFK, and MLK as well,”
My punishment would not be jail, they’d send me straight to hell!

“The founder of Al-Queda, and the FARC, and KKK,
And we’ve finally caught the man who took the Lindbergh kid away.
You slipped atomic secrets underneath the Berlin wall,
it’s such a shame that Julius and Ethel took the fall.”

“We’ve got you placed at Altamont. Just groovin’ to the Stones?
We’re digging up your backyard to find Jimmy Hoffa’s bones.”
Their list went on from Caesar all the way to Patty Hearst,
From Judas to Osama, I was clearly history’s worst.

When they had finally finished, only one small hope remained.
Wiki damned me, could it save me? So I quickly typed my name.
“What Wiki says must surely be, but before I meet my fate,
Please look at my good deeds as well, perhaps they’ll mitigate.”

I pulled up every article I thought could help my case,
I started out with how I was the first man up in space.
They believed it without question, they bought every word I wrote,
So, I showed them one that said I was the man they called Deepthroat.

“That’s me in Tiananmen, when I stood before a tank,
now this was some years after I had helped to hide Anne Frank.
I invented Penicillin, then discovered DNA.”
“Just think,” one agent said, “of all the lives that he has saved.”

I knew I had them now, why, they were eating from my hand,
so I showed them that I authored both the I Ching and Koran.
I could have gone for hours, starting from the dawn of time,
But I’d surely been successful in defense of all my crime.

I still thank God today that those two agents heard my plea,,
By the time that I was through, I swear they genuflected me.
They meekly said, “we’re sorry”, and asked for my forgiveness.
I told them that they had it, and to go about their business

And though the years have passed me by, I still retain some fear.
From the lesson that I learned that night, a lesson you should hear:
Oh, we surely are a culture that has lost its sense of truth,
When the words of such a fool as me, are offered up as proof.

Daniel Terry – Is Structure that Important?

rhyme rhythm blank verse free verse…verse…why does a poem demand these limitations last time i checked poetry came from your heart you were DrawinG A PicturE WitH WordS why would i want a scheme to limit that by forcing me to write the words i did not actually intend to say how is that PoetrY? and when i say drawing a picture i dont mean literally like some “poems” do thats just uncreativity or maybe that is some poets standpoint it matters not to me… before you start saying hey this isnt a poem it doesnt even have structure well i personally guarantee you that there is at least one poem out there that looks like this. BuT ThatS ThE ProbleM if poetry is really was as people acclaimed it to be every poem would look different we wouldnt have to worry about the different types because TherE WoulD BE NonE theyd all be DifferenT! i though that was the purpose of poetry in the first place was to stand out so that if you told me the name of any poem i would know it because IT WaS UniquE the difference can be small or it can be gi-…never mind theres nothing original i can say there…it frustrates me to know end how NobodyS OriginaL AnymorE everything is just a spinoff of another then again when the worlds been here for 2000 years it can get pretty difficult i mean look at shakespeare in his over 100 sonnets there we go again with the type of poem youd think thered be at least some repeated ideas and theres another thing what about how people end their poems they have their point made you think youve figured it out then they just LeavE YoU WonderinG with some random question or vague statement that brings you back to square one at least with this poem you NeveR GoT IT IN ThE FirsT PlacE and so now

umme salma – The true friendship

One wish to vow, one wish to bore.
I always want you as my friend, & nothing more.
A friend to share my tears and joy, a friend to tease and enjoy.
A friend who cares & teases, a friend who shares & seizes.
A friend who can hold my hand when I m about to fall
A friend who is happy for me when I grow tall.
A perfect chem, a real gem
It’s a life time honor to have them
A friend who is the Heart, Brain & Soul of a beautiful relationship
Which we lovingly nevertheless Proudly call as the TRUE FRIENDSHIP!!!!……

ishmel stevenson – Hamster

hamster in the wheel
what the hecks your deal?
round and round
safe and sound
until i feed you supperhamster in the wheel
i’m asking,”Are you Real?”
you run and run
you’re never done
until you’re nearly deadhamster in the wheel
so, how do you feel?

cg – Flow and Disappears

For those in sorrow, smiles do spare
‘less a madness does find in there
that innate contrast, the compulsion to last
which proves true: sorrows come, disappear;And though these struggles seem certainly vast
each moment our history is swallowed in past
that beside our pleasure, our sorrow’s unmasked
through prose our pain flows, in verse first and last.

Jason Williams – Slurp

Gratitude, the beast,
threatens to consume ego
with a sucking sound.

Kevin Gaddis – The End?

Unforgetting, all forgiving
Ever knowing, always known
There was no start to this beginning
There is no end that can be known

Jason Kincade  – The Annealing

The hardest work I’ve ever done,
Was digging for gold under the desert’s sun.
New to the game…It was up at dawn,
pick ‘n shovel locked in hands,
Off to sweat and toil on the burning sands.

Week after week…not to go bust,
I swang my pick from dawn to dusk,
While covered and chocking in blizzards of dust.

It wasn’t unusual to encounter snakes,
Scorpions and Killer bees
that were eager to drop me to my knees.

Each day, as the sun dipped behind the Pinto’s
And purple shadows raced across the land,
I stumbled back to camp to shovel Chile beans
Straight from a dadburn can.

Came the darkness, I’d lie beneath a blanket of stars
to doze and rest my sore, bleeding hands.
And all through those long cold nights,
I weighed fists full of gold,
creations that I dreamed.
I was destined to strike it rich…or so it surely seemed.

For in the nearby hills,
Under thorny cactus and rotting rock,
Beckoned a golden ticket to paradise.
And I meant to make it mine,
No matter the work…no matter the price.

When at last…pockets filled with gold,
I’d whoop, holler, jump up and down
And bolt straight for Rowdy town,
Where my story would be told,
And my gold would be sold.

At the bar of the Sourdough saloon,
I’d lay my money down
And declare it New Year’s Eve
For everyone in the town.

It’d be steak and ham bones
For my ol’ tail-wagger…Yubalee,
She having been my sole companion,
And always first with me.

There’d be food and drink aplenty,
Slaps on the back, dancing, singing through the night,
And a lusty…randy romp for me.

Leastwise that’s the way I knowed it would be,
Till a scrawny little greenhorn,
Only a day in the desert,
Stole it all away from me.

Though he had certainly scooped off the cream,
I still had my fire and I still had my steam;
For in addition to a prospector,
I had become a crusty desert rat,
From whom you can not steal his dream.

Melinda Hull  – Brace Yourself

I hate to be the one to tell you
but I have some bad news
Though no one in your family
has the slightest clue…You better brace youself,
for what your about to hear.
You better brace youself…
I know your tired of being here.
You better brace youself,
Cuz no longer will things be the same,
and the life that your living
will forever be changed.Your mother is leaving,
Leaving everything behind.
She said she couldnt stand the feeling,
of the way she felt inside.So Im sry for the pain that you now feel,
I know your wishing that this wasn’t real.
She wanted me to tell you that things would be alright
and she’d come to get you soon, so please don’t cry.I hate to be the one to tell you,
but i have more bad news
though no one in your family,
has the slightest clue.

So you better brace youself,
for what your about to hear.
You better brace youself…
I know your tired of being here.
You better brace youself,
Cuz no longer will things be the same,
and the life that your living
will forever be changed.

Your mother is gone now,
This time shes gone for good.
She said to not blame the doctors,
cuz they did everything they could.

So I’m so sorry
for the pain that you now feel.
I know your wishing that this wasn’t real.
She wrote you a letter to tell you things would be alright
and to forever keep her in your heart and please dont cry.

Anonymous – OF WARRIORS DESIRES, OF SOLDIERS THE DUTIES

Deep in the immense sparseness
of a disclosed uncertainty,
a courageous and unfrightened soul
though solitary and fragile,
to the destiny of his call marches.Of his duties a prisoner
…still he walks,
Of his dreams letting tears fall,
…still he conquers.His desires fights but,
not a grievance and no beholding.
Some regrets perhaps but, he won’t halt no,
and the night hears his laments derailing crude emotions,
plastering bitter agonies as he suffers his burden
while memories of home muffle cries of war.Warrior heart,
outer soldier.Deracinated passions and loves burned,
oh! delirious and hurting presents.Soon, a heart crumbles deep
and himself hides from his inner pains as hastily departs to
challenge many deaths, vanishing into the blinding darkness
of a foreclosed deep sky,
a wrathful sea
and a searing but yet, parsimonious desert.

A tribute to the Soldiers of the Desert Wars.

Hannah Choi – Seeing like the first time

As I walk past the park
I see a man
He does not see me, for a dog is his companion, his eyes
And I wonder, did he ever know what he is missing?
The beauty of the sky, the stars?
The feeling of looking out the window when you wake up, and thinking
Why didn’t I ever notice the majesty of our world?
The colors, the rain
But in a way, he is fortunate
He does not see the pain of people
But there is more good in this world than sin
The laughter of a new baby, new hope
Looking at the world and thinking,
This is like seeing
For the first time

Peggy Strickland  – Not a prayer

Child of my heart…As time flits by on fragile wing
My soul yearns for just a moment’s surcease
A hairbreadth pause to slow your journeyTo sear into eternity’s memory
One immaculate image
Of my life’s perfect joy

Tise Ben-Eka  – Ancestor

Africa my ancestor’s home
they played their games
and slept in their homes
many of them I admireThey played their games
they had their fun
and slept in their homes
to go back down to restThey had their fun
it’s bedtime now
to go back down to rest
have a respectable night dear ancestorsIt’s bedtime now
and slept their in homes
have a respectable night dear ancestors
Africa my ancestor’s home

Orville Weale  – Of this Earth

I am, this Earth, is me.
My heart, pumps water, through rivers.
My hair, the grass, of summer.
The trees, my soul, my feelings.The wind, my breath, my joy.
In me, the mountain, my strength.
All life, my heart, my spirit.
All things, my love, inside.I live, I love, I will die.
This Earth, my shelter, my Mother.
I’ll sleep, in Her arms, forever.
I am, this Earth, forever.

shahnaz khanum – Floods in Pakistan

I lived at a place
heaven on earth
surrounded by snow covered mountains
almond and walnut trees
the scene always filled my heart with joy
I loved my placeOn that fateful night
it rained which was not going to stop
and the river nearby over flew
I could hear the noise of waves
and suddenly
water entered our houses
within minutes it was up to waist
I took my younger brother on my shoulder and ran towards mountains nearbyMy mother was with me
but I cant see my father
he was sleeping in courtyard and was taken away by waves
he was disabled
and could not find his crutches
we spent three nights on the mountain
without any food and shelter
saw our houses falling and households floating awayToday I am homeless and orphan
looking to you for help
but for how long
who is going to build our houses
who will earn bread for us
God has taken away all his blessings
and I pray to Him to give us courage
to bear this trauma, destruction and loss.

shahnaz khanum – Death by Fire

(This poem is voice of an Asian women who is going to be burnt by fire as she has not brought
sufficient dowry for her in laws)I am locked in the kitchen
by no one else
but my in-laws
the fire is soon going
to engulf meI deserved this punishment
as I dreamed of getting married
without sufficient dowry
I failed to bring
gold bangles
for my mother in lawA hefty amount of money
for my husband
who wanted to start
a business by marrying me
all doors and widows of kitchen
are closed
my hands and legs are tied
my mouth is closed by a tape
flames are licking my bodyI can t cry
can t call any one for help
soon I will be turned to ashes
then my partner will call for help
when he will be sure
that I am dead.

Jason Kincade – You Piss me Off

It irks me when you bemoan your thinning hair and the make of your nose
While brave men and women, carried from battlefields everyday,
Struggle anonymously to cope with stolen limbs and burnt and broken faces.It irks me when you fret
Over “dowdy” clothes or a wee bitty scratch on your car,
While millions must make do with tattered rags and naked feet.
And it bothers me when, snug in your cozy home, you gripe
Over broken egg yokes and burnt toast,
While millions shiver in the open and have nothing to eat.It irks me when you bitch
About running low on soda and beer,
While across the pond
Desperate mothers rock parched and shriveled babies and pray for rain,
Then wail, but cannot form a tear, as they watch their children slowly blister and die.It saddens me that you are so many,
But it disturbs me most that, all too often, you are me.

Sajid Khan – Did you ever see a humming bird cry?

Fountain of life its not just prune juice.
Maybe not for you
But for me it is, it is, it is.
It is all prune juice
And just nothing more.There is you and you and you
There are countless yous
There is only one me
Therefore I am special
Just as special as you and you…You look tired and unhappy
Have trouble sleeping?
You are wearing your mask
I am wearing my mask
Mask is wearing out mask.Does your supervisor know
you are wearing one?
Does your spouse know?
Do you even know if
You are wearing one?You can wish all you want
You can dance from pillar to post
You can run from Dubai
But you will always take your self
No matter where you go.You don’t need to run
From your tired self
Stay where you are
And run, run, run
Just run from your mask.You know you are a trophy
So you keep buying trophies
But the trophies you have
You don’t count, while you count
The ones your neighbor has.
And you wonder why
You look tired and unhappy
And have trouble sleeping.

Angela – Ode to a Twelve-Year-Old

Pop culture is a dreadful thing
that doth infect the mind.
And also a repugnant plague
that doth infect our kind.But should a child, twelve, I’ll say,
just playing with a ball,
renounce pop culture, I would name
a gem above them all.So here doth end my skimpy poem
unhealthy and hirsute,
and while I cannot speak for you,
myself, I find it cute.

khuda dad azara – Coming Back from School

Sun runs to middle of sky
And singing lips run dry
A child with cheers and joy
Runs to his father standby
It is what remembers a school boy
The moments loveliest than any toy
Eyes are closing and tired is greed
And he is unable to read
He comes out of school
Cloud is darkened and breeze is cool
But he doesn’t run with joy
He is no more a school boy
With heavy steps and head
He was a walking dead
A familiar sound awakened him
He was a child calling, “Hi dad”
Walking with father, the school boy was glad
Books, computers, squirrels and cat
Dark clouds, snow are all what he chat
He is no more a school boy
Though his reading lips still run dry

Narayana Rao K.V.S.S. – Engineering Economics

Engineers design engines
Engineers produce engines
Engineers maintain engines
Engineers redesign engines

Engines work
Engineers make buck
Engines sell in millions
Engineers make billions

To sell in millions
Engineers use economics
Demand curves give price
Engineers keep it in eyes

Engineers strain
stretch their brain
mix and fix
materials and processes

They achieve the cost
that gives them most
profit at last
and makes them best

Angelina – The Red Sea of Delivery

Like Moses relieved his people from the burdens imposed,
A woman liberates her child from a dependence composed.

Moses parted the Red Sea and conquered slavery,
So does a woman conquer bondage in delivery.

For God inhaled His breath for his people’s survival
He exhaled the breath of life for His children’s arrival.

Moses most surely had his life guaranteed
The woman insures her blessings decreed

Both works did God do
For Moses, suspire
To women, inspire

Kin – THE AMERICAN CENTURY

What is America?
The answer proud;
Proud of work, life, liberty

I left her standing
In a field of mud;
Singing, dancing to her own sweet tune
Breakfast in bed for 600,000, She said
I smiled and she turned away

That day ended
(As they always do)
Proud, Happy, and Smiling

II
See what I did, she said to me
Looks good
And it was over
Already over
Time to start something new
Go for it, she said

III
So here we are
At the turn of the American Century
Proud of Freedom (a tower)
Proud of Life (abortion is wrong)
Proud of You (I am)

justin spring – For My Uncle, Father Joe Drohan upon His Death

Sometimes in my dreams, Joe,
we are standing at the Gates of Heaven.
Your mother and your brothers and sisters
are standing on the other side, waiting for you.

You hold a rosary up in one hand,
and a pair of brown shoes in the other,
to show your mother you did not forget.

Someone who looks exactly like you
is standing next to her. His eyes are shining.

I can feel you beginning to cross over. You tell me
when you do, the one who looks like you
will become brighter, and then the two of you
will become one person, forever, again.

You say to me: “I know you think
I’m imagining this, but I’m not imagining anything.
All of this is real. Love makes it real.
Love makes everything real, Justin.
Everything. Even this.
You have to change your eyes.”

Monica Gomez – SHE IS…

Young
and
Beautiful
with unbridled eyes
Unable to comprehend
the elusive lies of the
Misdirected
for her innocence though
Quite discreet
is not entirely
Incomplete
yet something seems to have
Gone astray
so she continues
Searching
for the way back
To herself
and for a way to go on
Giving.

Alex Spence – GOSSIP OR CATCHING UP

We need some thing or some one to talk about.
Gossip or not?
Gossip?
Gossip?
Gossip?
“Have you heard?”
“No tell me more”
“He’s said this”
“She’s done that”
“They never”
They did, I’ am telling ya!”
“So and so said, who spoke to that fella with the limp, who was
chatting to Old Betty; you know Old Betty?”
“Well, there’s no smoke without fire”
“Ee, a’na”
“It must be true then”

Jim Björklund – About The Internet – A Poem

Its everytime o´clock online
and free of bondage to nation.

No one knows how fast
or with what sequence
or speed the internet
transend itself.

No one knows how many
minds holding
the doorhandles
or being breastfed by the
same mother or hunted by
none but scared of love.

Its a strange thing this phenomena.
Its not owned by you.
Not by me.
No nation, no group, no any single interest
can or may claim it as their property.

No!
It is not owned by anyone at all
or in any general way owned more than a lakes or
a rivers or a oceans H2O molecules are own.

The same H2O you run in your bath,
were a week ago in Ganges after melting,
from the artic icecap earlier that morning.

The same with the internet
and with its quality of eternal and loss.

Its everytime o´clock online
and free of bondage to nation.

Alex Spence – THAT’S VILLAGE LIFE Part 2: COMMUNITY SPIRIT

Is there?
Just under the surface of Village Politics
Just bursting to get out, but kept under wraps for when needed

Community Spirit (What a wonderful feeling)

Every one, going in the same direction
Every one, helping every one else
Every one, being friendly
Every one, talking
Every one, building relationships that will last for years to come
Every one, smiling
Every one, laughing

It’s a great pity it takes a crisis to spark off Community Spirit
or maybe that’s why it is so special

minoo bhagia – Bonsai

Little bonsai don’t cry
I know you want to dance with the clouds in the open sky
You want to write moon and stars on the wings of butterfly
You want to ask the birds how it feels when they fly
You want to feel the night’s tears of joy
So pure and tiny but always shy of the sun in the sky
I can see your shadow outside the big glass door of the drawing room
You are the same long tree
Man himself is a bonsaiBonsai of egotism
Bonsai of self loveYou are the summary of
Broken , fragmented and disintegrated manYou are the signature of the hearts which are dry
He is the one who should cry
You don’t cry
Please don’t cry

Kelly Moyle – A Daughters’ Last Words

Momma please help me I do not understand,
I can not feel your touch when you hold my hand.

I’ve always did the things you asked, I promise I was good,
I heard the doctors ask you if you understood.

I can see in your eyes that something’s very wrong,
You looked at me and said that I must be strong.

I know in my heart that I ‘m not going to last,
Please hold me mom,I feel I ‘m fading fast.

The light that’s shining so bright in my eyes,
Is this what happens when everyone dies.

I know it’s my time for I’ve grown so cold,
I’ve always thought that I would grow old.

I’m sorry mom but it’s time to say good-bye,
I’ll always love you even when I die.

So wipe your tears and smile for me,
My souls’ with God it’s been set free.

P V Ariel – OH! LORD FORGIVE ME (A Prayer of a Busy Person)

Oh my Lord forgive me-
I’ve failed you yet again.
Many may not consider this a failure
But my case is different I feel.
Oh no! It’s not my anger this time,
Nor any unwanted or unpleasant thought,
Nor any ugly desire of selfish nature.
But Oh Lord! I’ve failed you
In much more cunning way,
That made me to hang my head in shame.
Lord I acted like a busiest man on earth.
Preaching, teaching, counseling, writing,
Editing and many other connected things,
All in relevance to my routine job
Oh Lord! To tell you the truth
I really enjoyed what I was doing
I was enthusiastic creative and committed
To the role entrusted to me
Apart from that I lived up to
The satisfaction of all my acquaintance
And to the utmost satisfaction of my earthy masters
But Oh Lord! I failed miserably to speak to you
Yes I found no time to talk to you.
Not even a single word to you oh my Lord
Now I realize my folly I committed.
I realize it late to know thy greatness
I realized my great lose I incurred to me
I admit that the very breath under my nose
Is the kind favor of You
Lord forgive me this time for my folly
Accept me ones again to live in your line
And to give thanks and praises to thee
For the manifold blessings which I enjoy-
Every moment of my life
Lord helps me to find and give priority
To You in my busy life.
Thank you Lord for accepting my request.

Deonte Meriwether – Realize Real Eyes

Real Eyes, Realize, Real Eyes
Some appear to be real, But only tell real lies
Some live in thier dreams, Because they fear real lives
While I have a 9mm pistol aimed at mines
BANG, Tell me what you feel
Real Eyes could see, And I see you aren’t real
You are just a fairy, Waving your wand at obstacles
Making it harder for us honest people to live
And you lead me to this question to myself
Why am I real, when it is so much easier to be a fairy?

Kalai Selvi – Me

Staring at the petals strewn around

I gazed to ask those soft curves

For what you live here as thee

With a chuckle they replied to me

Look at where your curves abound

And think about the flesh around…..

Are you deemed to live and exist forever.

William F. Hogg MD – A Short Platonic Diatribe

Un-thought conceits in youth instilled
Raise aspirations vain but hot,
Expand an ego that was willed
To fill a tiny mundane lot.

Jason Quinten Kincade – Pocket of Gold

Pocket o’ gold, oh pocket o’ gold,

I needs to find ya ‘fore I gets too old!Mother was a thrashing machine and I never knew Daddy.
Early on, to seek your cradle, I escaped the home that was not,
Determined to make you mine…to give it all I’ve got.But now I’m grizzled, lost, and still searching, still wanderin’ life’s bumpy road;
Worn and weary, I ache for a smooth stretch to stop and rest my heavy load.
Pocket o’ gold, oh pocket o’ gold, will I have you…soon?
I needs to find ya ‘fore I gets too old

If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again,
there is no use in reading it at all
Oscar Wilde

Poems 2009 voting process

Votes results

  • A Daughters’ Last Words: 3    WINNER
  • She is…: 2
  • About The Internet – A Poem: 2
  • Engineering Economics: 2
  • Did you ever see a humming bird cry?: 2
  • The Red Sea of Delivery: 1
  • THAT’S VILLAGE LIFE Part 2: COMMUNITY SPIRIT: 1
  • Realize Real Eyes: 1
  • A Short Platonic Diatribe: 1
  • Bonsai: 1

Votes analytic results

  • Sajid Khan: Engineering Economics, She is….
  • Angela: Engineering Economics, About the Internet.
  • khuda dad azara: A Daughters’ Last Words, Did you ever see a humming bird cry?
  • minoo bhagia: A Daughters’ Last Words, The Red Sea of Delivery
  • kalle schwarz: About The Internet – A Poem,  THAT’S VILLAGE LIFE Part 2: COMMUNITY SPIRIT
  • Monica Gomez: Realize Real Eyes, A Daughters Last Words
  • Jan: She is…
  • Jason Quinten Kincade: A Short Platonic Diatribe
  • Kalai Selvi: Did you ever see a humming bird cry?, Bonsai

Poems 2010 voting process

Rules of voting

Vote by writting a comment below!

You can vote 2 poems. Please clearly state which ones in the body of your comment.

VOTING PROCESS IS COMPLETED FOR 2010

Votes analysis

  • P V Ariel – Oh Death You’re Defeated: 2  –  WINNER
  • Jason Quinten Kincade – Trigger: 1
  • RC Stafford’s – 8000 Chickens: 1
  • Nicholas Feden’s – The Wikipedian: 1
  • Peggy Strickland – Not A Prayer: 1
  • Monica Gomez – Sometimes: 1

Author: skakos

Spiros Kakos (or Spyros Kakos or Spyridon Kakos) [Σπύρος Κάκος] is a thinker located in Athens, Greece. He has been the Chief Editor of Harmonia Philosophica since its inception. Spiros has a diploma in Chemical Engineering, an MSc in Advanced Materials' Technology, an MBA in Decisions' Science, a phD in the use of conductive polymers in PCB industry and is still learning. He also worked as a technical advisor and a researcher in the Advanced Materials sector for many years in the past. In his free time he develops software solutions and contributes to the open source community. He is the creator of Huo Chess, one of the smallest micro-chess programs ever that is perfect for educational purposes. He believes that science and religion are two sides of the same coin and is profoundly interested in Religion and Science philosophy, as well as the philosophy of the irrational. His philosophical work is mainly concentrated on an effort to free thinking of "logic" and reconcile all philosophical opinions under the umbrella of the "One" that Parmenides - one of the first thinkers - visualized. Since our thought is dictated by our assumptions, the only way to free it and know cosmos as it is, is to think irrationally and destroy everything we have built. The "Harmonia Philosophica" articles program is the tool that will accomplish that. Life's purpose is to be defeated by greater things. And the most important things in life are illogical. We must fight the dogmatic belief in "logic" if we are to stay humans. We should stop thinking in order to think. Credo quia absurdum!

253 thoughts on “Knol Poetry Contest”

  1. Good initiative — Mr. Spriros KakosYou have to write about this contest in some of the help pages in comments and also write about the contest in comment pages of many authors.

    1. Untitled — You need to contact more knol authors. We all need to contact more knol authors especially authors who have some poetry background.Send a mail to your colleages at your university. Send a mail to your alumni association. You can think of a similar initiative in Greek language also.

    2. Untitled — You need to contact more knol authors. We all need to contact more knol authors especially authors who have some poetry background.Send a mail to your colleages at your university. Send a mail to your alumni association. You can think of a similar initiative in Greek language also.

  2. Interesting Knol — Included the details of the knol in Interesting Knols Blog.http://iknols.blogspot.com/2009/10/knol-poetry-contest.htmlBy limiting voting only to nonauthors we encourage authors to inform many about their knols and poems. It is not that an author wants to win but an author wants people to read and enjoy. Who wins is not the first issue but how many people read is the more important issue. Can we get 10000 people to read these poems in two months? Let us take it as a target and try to bring visitors to the knol. Involve authors in bringing visitors to the knol.

  3. Voting — SpirosIt will be good if you encourage visitors to vote and not authors. All authors who submitted entries should not vote and the remaining authors and visitors only should vote.It is good that knol already has 202 page views. If you make visitors only vote, more votes will come in due course as well as visitors. We need to encourage visitors and their involvement.

    1. Untitled — Yes. Many have responded and definitely more will respond. I shall see if I can post in some blogs related to poetry in due course. Submit this knol to Digg.com

    2. Untitled — Thanks Rao! I posted comments to Knol help and to more than 100 knol authors who wrote poems or a knol related to poetry! Some of them responded with poems! Hope the others will respond also!

  4. Include the link to the knol in knol author related knols — Included the link to the knol in two knols.USA Knol Authors and Knols on Stateshttp://knol.google.com/k/narayana-rao-k-v-s-s/knol-authors-of-usa-and-knols-about/2utb2lsm2k7a/1006#Ohio state knol authors and knolshttp://knol.google.com/k/narayana-rao-k-v-s-s/ohio-state-usa-knol-authors-knols/2utb2lsm2k7a/1094#Hope more authors add a link to this knol in their knols.

    1. Untitled — Yes, it is difficult. I agree. But as the initiator of the contest your entry will be useful to move the initiative further. You will learn some tricks of writing english poetry in the process.An appeal to visitors to write comments on poems with suggestions to improve them could be posted.

    2. Untitled — I will. Just writting a poem in a language different than your mother language is kind of difficult. But soon something will be posted here…

  5. Give the spaces as proposed by the author — Dear SpirosPlease see to it that you are maintaining the spaces proposed by the author when you are copying the poem in the main body of knol.

  6. Thank you Spiros — You came out with a good idea. You popularised it also well. I think we can think of 10000 page views by end of December for this knol.I also thank you for providing the motivation to write a poem for this contest.I already have an appreciating comment about my poem on my knolhttp://knol.google.com/k/narayana-rao-k-v-s-s/poem-collection-theme-engineer/2utb2lsm2k7a/1896#view.I think it will be a good idea to close the entries by 30th November and give a full month for visitors to read the poems and vote. We can request knol help to give home page publicity for this knol during December. No point asking somebody to submit a poem on 31st December for the contest. It will be good to give some period exclusively for voting only. Do some innovation in the way the contest is conducted to make it popular for visitors. They many need to come multiple times to read all the poems and make the choice. So some good amount of time is needed for exclusive voting only and no further entries should come in during this period.

    1. Untitled — Right now there is no need to bring in cash. Pooling the cash and all those hassles. All of the us are contributing poems and for the promotion in the spirit of growth of knol.Let us not complicate the issues at the moment. Let us not bring third world countries etc. into the discourse in this case. If sponsors are willing and we have the time we can hold competitions exclusively for certain countries. But let us take it as a separate event. Let us not disturb this event. My view.

    2. Untitled — Requesting knol help is all we have. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t. So please go ahead and post your request. Maybe we can all post our individual requests. Also how about adding a small cash prize. Say $25.00. It may go only to people from a third world country. For them it is still something. We can all contribute to the prize.

  7. We need 1000 initiatives by Knol Authors. This is one of them — http://knol.google.com/k/narayana-rao-k-v-s-s/read-heard-viewed-thought-by-kvss-nrao/2utb2lsm2k7a/1590#1000_Active_Knol_Authors_(2D)_1000_Promotion_Initiatives_(2D)_1000_Knol_Brand_AmbassadorsWe need 1000 initiatives by 1000 active knol authors to make knol successful.Knol poetry contest is one such initiative by Spiros. We need many more such creative initiatives from many knol authors.

  8. Explain the voting procedure clearly — Remove the sentence similar best knol of the month contest. You are assuming the visitor knows the best knol of the month contest. Many will not know. It is better we explain.Instead of saying visitors also vote, it will be better if we ask visitors to vote. Also vote shows a negative side, I feel.

  9. Voting for poems — Though it is hard to judge the poetry as it is the expressions of feelings and every is unique. But Kelly Moyle’s poem that connects her with her daughter and also Sajjid Ali Khan’s poem that describes his attachment to his “self” touched me.

  10. each poem is unique. — however, we can form different groups (collections?) . an interesting group is Jim Björklund – About The Internet – A Poem and Alex Spence – THAT’S VILLAGE LIFE Part 2: COMMUNITY SPIRITtherefore my votes go to1. Jim Björklund – About The Internet – A Poem2. Alex Spence – THAT’S VILLAGE LIFE Part 2: COMMUNITY SPIRIT

  11. Proposals — Spiros it is a very difficult task to choose two poems as all are good.’You are wearing your maskI am wearing my maskMask is wearing out mask.” SK’s words are so true ……..we all are wearing mask.Mr Rao’s…………”Engines workEngineers make buckEngines sell in millionsEngineers make billions” is really very nice.”“Well, there’s no smoke without fire”“Ee, a’na”“It must be true then”……….by Alex……..It’s so simple and wonderful.I am really confused.”I know it’s my time for I’ve grown so cold,I’ve always thought that I would grow old.’ by Kelly touched my heart so I would like to go for this one andSecond one is……..Both works did God doFor Moses, suspireTo women, inspire……….by Angelina……….it’s very rhythmic, talks of women liberation and inspiration and being a woman I would like to go for Red sea of delivery.

    1. Untitled — Thank you for the vote, it is always a boost to the confidence when someone gets behind you and that leads to a continued desire to produce something that can be shared and possibly inspire someone

  12. casting my vote — while it is definitely a difficult task to choose out of all the talented and unique entries just two, i would like to cast my votes for “Realize Real Eyes” and for “A Daughters Last Words” for the intense feelings that are conveyed and subsequently inspired. I wish the best of luck to all and as a side note would like to say that each and every other poems submitted out of their own unique merit get a token vote from me to honor each of their individual and outstanding qualities.

  13. November-December 2009 Contest RESULTS — The contest for November-December 2009 has ended. I have posted the results for everyone to see. The WINNER is “A Daughters’ Last Words”. Thanks everyone for participating and wish you a Happy New Year!!!

  14. My Vote — I enjoy and value all of the entries, however, if only one can get my vote, it has to be: “A Short Platonic Diatribe.” It makes a powerful, profound, and pretty statement in a tiny package. Well done!

    1. Untitled — Thanks for the poems and the participation! The contest of November-December 2009 has ended and the results have been posted. One winner has been found, but for me everyone who wrote even the smallest poem is to be congratulated! Hope to see you again in the next one! Happy New Year!

    2. Untitled — Bill-For me, “A Short Platonic Diatribe” struck a melodious, insightful, resonant chord and a powerful punch; the masterful combination caused me to pause and peek inward…reflect and evaluate. I won’t tell you what I ‘saw’…it wasn’t flattering. I look forward to enjoying your body of Knols, as soon as I have the time. Please keep pondering and penning, and thanks much for your kind words. Jason

    3. Untitled — Dear Jason,Thank you for the kind comment about my little poem. I have read several of your knols – and your poem – with pleasure and awe. Your quest for gold seems to be leading you on a rare track to truth. Regardless, may you find both.Bill

  15. Pocket of Gold — Pocket o’ gold, oh pocket o’ gold,I needs to find ya ‘fore I gets too old!Mother was a thrashing machine and I never knew Daddy.Early on, to seek your cradle, I escaped the home that was not,Determined to make you mine…to give it all I’ve got.But now I’m grizzled, lost, and still searching, still wanderin’ life’s bumpy road;Worn and weary, I ache for a smooth stretch to stop and rest my heavy load.Pocket o’ gold, oh pocket o’ gold, will I have you…soon?I needs to find ya ‘fore I gets too old!

    1. Untitled — Thanks for the poems and the participation! The contest of November-December 2009 has ended and the results have been posted. One winner has been found, but for me everyone who wrote even the smallest poem is to be congratulated! Hope to see you again in the next one! Happy New Year!

  16. A Short Platonic Diatribe — Un-thought conceits in youth instilledRaise aspirations vain but hot,Expand an ego that was willedTo fill a tiny mundane lot.

    1. Untitled — Thanks for the poems and the participation! The contest of November-December 2009 has ended and the results have been posted. One winner has been found, but for me everyone who wrote even the smallest poem is to be congratulated! Hope to see you again in the next one! Happy New Year!

  17. Me — Staring at the petals strewn aroundI gazed to ask those soft curvesFor what you live here as theeWith a chuckle they replied to meLook at where your curves aboundAnd think about the flesh around…..Are you deemed to live and exist forever.

    1. Untitled — Thanks for the poems and the participation! The contest of November-December 2009 has ended and the results have been posted. One winner has been found, but for me everyone who wrote even the smallest poem is to be congratulated! Hope to see you again in the next one! Happy New Year!

  18. Realize Real Eyes-Poem — Real Eyes, Realize, Real Eyes Some appear to be real, But only tell real liesSome live in thier dreams, Because they fear real livesWhile I have a 9mm pistol aimed at minesBANG, Tell me what you feelReal Eyes could see, And I see you aren’t realYou are just a fairy, Waving your wand at obstaclesMaking it harder for us honest people to liveAnd you lead me to this question to myselfWhy am I real, when it is so much easier to be a fairy?-By Deonte Meriwether AKA Down.NevaOut

    1. Untitled — Thanks for the poems and the participation! The contest of November-December 2009 has ended and the results have been posted. One winner has been found, but for me everyone who wrote even the smallest poem is to be congratulated! Hope to see you again in the next one! Happy New Year!

    2. Untitled — Deonte, I truly enjoy the clever use of words in the art of expression and was particularly impressed with your ability to do this as well as your obvious talent in the expression of feelings. Thank you for continuing to inspire.

  19. About The Internet – A Poem — Its everytime o´clock online and free of bondage to nation.No one knows how fast or with what sequence or speed the internettransend itself.No one knows how manyminds holding the doorhandles or being breastfed by the same mother or hunted by none but scared of love.Its a strange thing this phenomena.Its not owned by you.Not by me.No nation, no group, no any single interestcan or may claim it as their property.No!It is not owned by anyone at allor in any general way owned more than a lakes or a rivers or a oceans H2O molecules are own.The same H2O you run in your bath,were a week ago in Ganges after melting,from the artic icecap earlier that morning.The same with the internetand with its quality of eternal and loss.Its everytime o´clock online and free of bondage to nation.

    1. Untitled — Thanks for the poems and the participation! The contest of November-December 2009 has ended and the results have been posted. One winner has been found, but for me everyone who wrote even the smallest poem is to be congratulated! Hope to see you again in the next one! Happy New Year!

  20. THAT’S VILLAGE LIFE — GOSSIP OR CATCHING UPWe need some thing or some one to talk about.Gossip or not?Gossip?Gossip?Gossip?“Have you heard?”“No tell me more”“He’s said this”“She’s done that”“They never”They did, I’ am telling ya!”“So and so said, who spoke to that fella with the limp, who waschatting to Old Betty; you know Old Betty?”“Well, there’s no smoke without fire”“Ee, a’na”“It must be true then”This poem with another three (the only four poems I have ever written) has just been published in a book, SPECTRES ON A LANDSCAPE An Anthology of Berwickshire Verse, Editor: Peter Hinchcliffe http://www.borderswritersforum.com/membersnews.htmSo… I’m not sure if my poem should be in your list.thank you Alex

    1. Untitled — Thanks for the poems and the participation! The contest of November-December 2009 has ended and the results have been posted. One winner has been found, but for me everyone who wrote even the smallest poem is to be congratulated! Hope to see you again in the next one! Happy New Year!

    2. Untitled — Hi NarayanaThank you for your feedback, did you check the following knol Asthma Research Results using the Buteyko method and British Guideline on the Management of Asthma grants permission for British health professionals to recommend Buteykohttp://knol.google.com/k/alex-spence/asthma-research-results/202i29i90v7sn/19#also the following Knol Buteyko Information for Doctors & Health Professionalshttp://knol.google.com/k/alex-spence/buteyko-information-for-doctors-health/202i29i90v7sn/30#Yes, controversy has been a big part of the history of the Buteyko method (since 1952) and that has been documented in the Buteyko Trilogy http://www.doctorbuteykodiscoverytrilogy.com/What is interesting it all goes back to the 1700’s and the the over-evaluation of the role of oxygen – Buteyko Short eNovel http://www.doctorbuteykodiscoverytrilogy.com/oxygen.cfmI'll try and get my head around may be doing a knol about your suggestions “the controversy issue is also important to know and understand.”warm regardsAlex

    3. Untitled — Mr. Alex SpenceI went through your knols and came to know about the Buteyko breathing method and the controversy about its scientic validity.As a person of science, the controversy issue is also important to know and understand.Thank you.

    4. Untitled — Thank you Spiros for putting my poem in your list, I have submited another one to you.Narayana thank you for your encouragement.I can’t write a knoll about writting poems (I have only written four poems), I can only write about what I know, hence my knols.warm regardsAlex

    5. Untitled — Welcome Alex SpenceIt will be good if you write one more poem. Make it an occasion to come out with one more. Would be nice if you write some knol on writing poems.

  21. Engineering Economics — Engineering Economics Engineers design enginesEngineers produce enginesEngineers maintain enginesEngineers redesign engines Engines workEngineers make buckEngines sell in millionsEngineers make billions To sell in millionsEngineers use economicsDemand curves give priceEngineers keep it in eyes Engineers strainstretch their brainmix and fixmaterials and processes They achieve the costthat gives them mostprofit at lastand makes them bestA part Poem Collection – Theme – Engineerhttp://knol.google.com/k/narayana-rao-k-v-s-s/-/2utb2lsm2k7a/1896#

    1. Untitled — Thanks for the poems and the participation! The contest of November-December 2009 has ended and the results have been posted. One winner has been found, but for me everyone who wrote even the smallest poem is to be congratulated! Hope to see you again in the next one! Happy New Year!

  22. Poem Submission — THE AMERICAN CENTURYWhat is America?The answer proud;Proud of work, life, libertyI left her standingIn a field of mud;Singing, dancing to her own sweet tuneBreakfast in bed for 600,000, She saidI smiled and she turned awayThat day ended(As they always do)Proud, Happy, and SmilingII See what I did, she said to meLooks goodAnd it was overAlready overTime to start something newGo for it, she saidIII So here we areAt the turn of the American CenturyProud of Freedom (a tower)Proud of Life (abortion is wrong)Proud of You (I am)http://knol.google.com/k/kin/poetry-by-kin/1n710mln61dm/6#

    1. Untitled — Thanks for the poems and the participation! The contest of November-December 2009 has ended and the results have been posted. One winner has been found, but for me everyone who wrote even the smallest poem is to be congratulated! Hope to see you again in the next one! Happy New Year!

    2. Untitled — Thanks for the submission Kin! Stay tuned for updates of the contest!Hope to see more submissions also in the future!

  23. justin spring — For My Uncle, Father Joe Drohan upon His DeathSometimes in my dreams, Joe,we are standing at the Gates of Heaven. Your mother and your brothers and sistersare standing on the other side, waiting for you.You hold a rosary up in one hand,and a pair of brown shoes in the other,to show your mother you did not forget. Someone who looks exactly like you is standing next to her. His eyes are shining.I can feel you beginning to cross over. You tell me when you do, the one who looks like you will become brighter, and then the two of you will become one person, forever, again.You say to me: “I know you thinkI’m imagining this, but I’m not imagining anything.All of this is real. Love makes it real.Love makes everything real, Justin.Everything. Even this.You have to change your eyes.”

    1. Untitled — Thanks for the poems and the participation! The contest of November-December 2009 has ended and the results have been posted. One winner has been found, but for me everyone who wrote even the smallest poem is to be congratulated! Hope to see you again in the next one! Happy New Year!

  24. Knol Poetry Contest- Best Poems of November / December 2009 — ”””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””’SHE IS… Young and Beautifulwith unbridled eyes Unable to comprehendthe elusive lies of the Misdirectedfor her innocence though Quite discreetis not entirely Incompleteyet something seems to have Gone astrayso she continues Searchingfor the way back To herselfand for a way to go on Giving.”””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””Mr Kakos, I appreciate the opportunity to participateThank you, Monica

    1. Untitled — Thanks for the poems and the participation! The contest of November-December 2009 has ended and the results have been posted. One winner has been found, but for me everyone who wrote even the smallest poem is to be congratulated! Hope to see you again in the next one! Happy New Year!

    2. Untitled — I would like to post my vote in this contest for this poem, SHE IS… I love the way in which each sentence can be read in a couple of ways and therefore meanings become deeper, provoking thought and reflection.

  25. Coming back from school — Sun runs to middle of skyAnd singing lips run dryA child with cheers and joyRuns to his father standbyIt is what remembers a school boyThe moments loveliest than any toyEyes are closing and tired is greedAnd he is unable to readHe comes out of schoolCloud is darkened and breeze is coolBut he doesn’t run with joyHe is no more a school boyWith heavy steps and headHe was a walking deadA familiar sound awakened himHe was a child calling, “Hi dad”Walking with father, the school boy was gladBooks, computers, squirrels and catDark clouds, snow are all what he chatHe is no more a school boy Though his reading lips still run dryxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI was used to write poetry in college times and all these poetry were objective and expressed in abstract. So it is difficult to grasp them until one not concentrate on the chosen phrases. This time I decided to write a simple poetry after a long break. It was a new experiment.Thanks Spiros for the motivation created by your contest Khudadad

    1. Untitled — Thanks for the poems and the participation! The contest of November-December 2009 has ended and the results have been posted. One winner has been found, but for me everyone who wrote even the smallest poem is to be congratulated! Hope to see you again in the next one! Happy New Year!

    2. Untitled — WelcomeI suggest you start a poem collection knol and post this poem in your collection also. That way as you write poems now and then a collection emerges.

  26. Poem Submission — Ode to a Twelve-Year-OldPop culture is a dreadful thingthat doth infect the mind.And also a repugnant plaguethat doth infect our kind.But should a child, twelve, I’ll say,just playing with a ball,renounce pop culture, I would namea gem above them all.So here doth end my skimpy poemunhealthy and hirsute,and while I cannot speak for you,myself, I find it cute.Thanks Spiros!

    1. Untitled — Thanks for the poems and the participation! The contest of November-December 2009 has ended and the results have been posted. One winner has been found, but for me everyone who wrote even the smallest poem is to be congratulated! Hope to see you again in the next one! Happy New Year!

  27. Untitled — Did you ever see a humming bird cry? (Title)Fountain of life its not just prune juice.Maybe not for youBut for me it is, it is, it is.It is all prune juiceAnd just nothing more.There is you and you and youThere are countless yousThere is only one meTherefore I am specialJust as special as you and you…You look tired and unhappyHave trouble sleeping?You are wearing your maskI am wearing my maskMask is wearing out mask.Does your supervisor knowyou are wearing one?Does your spouse know?Do you even know ifYou are wearing one?You can wish all you wantYou can dance from pillar to postYou can run from DubaiBut you will always take your selfNo matter where you go.You don’t need to runFrom your tired selfStay where you areAnd run, run, runJust run from your mask.You know you are a trophySo you keep buying trophiesBut the trophies you haveYou don’t count, while you countThe ones your neighbor has.And you wonder whyYou look tired and unhappyAnd have trouble sleeping.****Dear SKSIf you find this too long, you may put it into two lines instead of the five.Fountain of life its not just prune juice. Maybe not for youBut for me it is, it is, it is. It is all prune juice and just nothing more.

    1. Untitled — Thanks for the poems and the participation! The contest of November-December 2009 has ended and the results have been posted. One winner has been found, but for me everyone who wrote even the smallest poem is to be congratulated! Hope to see you again in the next one! Happy New Year!

  28. THAT’S VILLAGE LIFE Part 2 — COMMUNITY SPIRITIs there?Just under the surface of Village PoliticsJust bursting to get out, but kept under wraps for when neededCommunity Spirit (What a wonderful feeling)Every one, going in the same directionEvery one, helping every one elseEvery one, being friendlyEvery one, talkingEvery one, building relationships that will last for years to comeEvery one, smilingEvery one, laughingIt’s a great pity it takes a crisis to spark off Community Spiritor maybe that’s why it is so specialthank you Alex

    1. Untitled — Thanks for the poems and the participation! The contest of November-December 2009 has ended and the results have been posted. One winner has been found, but for me everyone who wrote even the smallest poem is to be congratulated! Hope to see you again in the next one! Happy New Year!

  29. The Red Sea of Delivery — Like Moses relieved his people from the burdens imposed,A woman liberates her child from a dependence composed.Moses parted the Red Sea and conquered slavery,So does a woman conquer bondage in delivery. For God inhaled His breath for his people’s survivalHe exhaled the breath of life for His children’s arrival.Moses most surely had his life guaranteedThe woman insures her blessings decreedBoth works did God doFor Moses, suspireTo women, inspire***************************************************************************Thanks for the invite. This one is an old favorite. I don’t know if this posted twice. If it did…sorry.

    1. Untitled — Thanks for the invite. I enjoyed reading the poems posted by others. I’m sorry I got busy with midterms, finals, the holiday season… It’s about to start all over again. To you and all…Happy New Year!

    2. Untitled — Thanks for the poems and the participation! The contest of November-December 2009 has ended and the results have been posted. One winner has been found, but for me everyone who wrote even the smallest poem is to be congratulated! Hope to see you again in the next one! Happy New Year!

  30. Bonsai — Little bonsai don’t cryI know you want to dance with the clouds in the open skyYou want to write moon and stars on the wings of butterflyYou want to ask the birds how it feels when they flyYou want to feel the night’s tears of joyso pure and tiny but alwaysshy of the sun in the skyI can see your shadow outside the big glass door of the drawing roomYou are the same long treeMan himself is a bonsaiBonsai of egotismBonsai of self loveYou are the summary ofbrokenfragmentedanddisintegrated man You are theSignature of the hearts which are dryHe is the one who should cryYou don’t cryPlease don’t cry—————————————————————————————————————————————————-One day I saw a little dwarf tree of limited space writing a poem in a big luxurious living room for the man of great heights.Spiros,Thanks for starting this knol.

    1. Untitled — Thanks for the poems and the participation! The contest of November-December 2009 has ended and the results have been posted. One winner has been found, but for me everyone who wrote even the smallest poem is to be congratulated! Hope to see you again in the next one! Happy New Year!

    2. Untitled — Thanks Spiros , last line is a comment.I am editing it again to see that it occupies lesser space.Please post it again.

    3. Untitled — EDIT:Little bonsai don’t cryI know you want to dance with the clouds in the open skyYou want to write moon and stars on the wings of butterflyYou want to ask the birds how it feels when they flyYou want to feel the night’s tears of joySo pure and tiny but always shy of the sun in the skyI can see your shadow outside the big glass door of the drawing roomYou are the same long treeMan himself is a bonsaiBonsai of egotismBonsai of self loveYou are the summary ofBroken , fragmented and disintegrated manYou are the signature of the hearts which are dryHe is the one who should cryYou don’t cryPlease don’t cry

    4. Untitled — Minoo, I just posted your poem. Can you please verify that I have entered it correcly? Does the last line you have below the dashes belong in the poem?

  31. OH LORD FORGIVE ME — OH! LORD FORGIVE ME (A Prayer of a Busy Person)Oh my Lord forgive me-I’ve failed you yet again.Many may not consider this a failureBut my case is different I feel.Oh no! It’s not my anger this time, Nor any unwanted or unpleasant thought,Nor any ugly desire of selfish nature.But Oh Lord! I’ve failed youIn much more cunning way, That made me to hang my head in shame.Lord I acted like a busiest man on earth.Preaching, teaching, counseling, writing,Editing and many other connected things,All in relevance to my routine jobOh Lord! To tell you the truthI really enjoyed what I was doingI was enthusiastic creative and committedTo the role entrusted to meApart from that I lived up toThe satisfaction of all my acquaintance And to the utmost satisfaction of my earthy mastersBut Oh Lord! I failed miserably to speak to youYes I found no time to talk to you.Not even a single word to you oh my LordNow I realize my folly I committed.I realize it late to know thy greatnessI realized my great lose I incurred to meI admit that the very breath under my noseIs the kind favor of YouLord forgive me this time for my follyAccept me ones again to live in your lineAnd to give thanks and praises to theeFor the manifold blessings which I enjoy-Every moment of my lifeLord helps me to find and give priorityTo You in my busy life.Thank you Lord for accepting my request.

    1. Untitled — Thanks Spiros for the intimation about the winner of the contest. My Congrats to the winner of the month. Keep inform us. BestPhilip Ariel

    2. Untitled — Thanks for the poems and the participation! The contest of November-December 2009 has ended and the results have been posted. One winner has been found, but for me everyone who wrote even the smallest poem is to be congratulated! Hope to see you again in the next one! Happy New Year!

    3. Untitled — Spiros, Thanks a lot, as Mr. KVSS mentioned we are all expecting your share here, I mean the poem, and as he said readers and other writers can point out suggestions and remarks to improve their writing skills. All the best. Let this be a wonderful place to interact each other. God bless. love Philip

    4. Untitled — Thanks for the submission of the poem! Wish you all the best and hope to see you in future contests as well! You poem has been posted!

  32. Untitled — A Daughters’ Last WordsMomma please help me I do not understand,I can not feel your touch when you hold my hand.I’ve always did the things you asked, I promise I was good,I heard the doctors ask you if you understood.I can see in your eyes that something’s very wrong,You looked at me and said that I must be strong.I know in my heart that I ‘m not going to last,Please hold me mom,I feel I ‘m fading fast.The light that’s shining so bright in my eyes,Is this what happens when everyone dies.I know it’s my time for I’ve grown so cold,I’ve always thought that I would grow old.I’m sorry mom but it’s time to say good-bye,I’ll always love you even when I die.So wipe your tears and smile for me,My souls’ with God it’s been set free.Written By:Kelly MoyleNo one really knows how to mourn a death of a child. It’s the hardest thing anyone ever has to go through. My baby girl was a month and half old.I have friends that has lost teenage children and other loved ones.Death is never easy to deal with everyday is a learning process.My pen and paper has been my best friend for many years.I could cry on it yell at it be funny with it and it would always remain my friend.It’s helped me through some really hard times.I have a book that I’m donating protions of the proceeds from it to The American Cancer Society.Good luck to everyone here. This is a great place to write. When you think you have it bad take a couple steps back and take a look around sometimes you have it better than what you think. Your Friend Kelly

    1. Untitled — Kelly, as you can see you are the winner of the contest. I believe your poem was indeed one of the best here: emotional and “true”, coming strate from the heart. Wish you the very best for the New Year, with health, hapinness and love!PS. You can of course participate in the new contest if you like…

    2. Untitled — Kelly, many thanks for your poem.Art can be a healing mechanism for all human suffering, I hope this can apply to you also. Hope to see you in the future contests as well!!

  33. My entry for January. — Dear SKS:A Happy New Year to you and yours.Title: We will find it through the looking glassEmotional intelligence is so complex?No matter where we look we cannot find itnot through a looking glassNot through a microscope.And yet it has its hands everywhereWhether we study or make breakfastWhether we behave as an individual or groupIt controls us to the T.And when we are in a literacy holeWe study and study our math and scienceAnd yet on the stage of lifewhen our math and science knowledge pays offwe expect pure happiness and yet it is confusingas we still feel hollow and our happinessIt is not satisfying.So we go back to extracting more and moreBenefits from our science expertiseYet our happinesses are fleetingAnd we are standing againin a hole of confusion and miseryand we do not know that the gap in our knowledgeis not in scienceThe gap is in our emotional literacy!Only when we wake up and fixOur emotional holes will weFind pure happiness, we will find itthrough the looking glassAnd we will find it through the microscopeWe will find it in sound sleepWe will find it in the bedroomAnd in our work and on the streetOur stage of life will be littered withpure happiness. In fact pure happiness will become us!

    1. Untitled — HUMAN NATUREyou know the nails,they are growing continuouslywith whiteness and sharpnessthey might be hazard for you or someonejust like a disease or armhave you seen the cigarette ?zillions people is addicted for iti consider i have to try at once to knowwhy does the people so loony to suck it!but, scaring if i would become like themso what about my life principle and gluts?Do you have girlfriend? Oh come on! i know you have twice but if i ask “whom do you love so?” then you become mute and gonna think thrice First for “Lady” second for “woman”and third for decide a conclusion,Did you really love someone ?Have you read any poem ?i guess of course at least though school lifebut what if i ask “how much do you still recall?”then you wonder and say “why should i recall those again ?even i did not care about it before” then, i would like to say “oh yeah! you right even i wonder too,why am i writing any more ?”

    2. Untitled — Thanks SK! Happy New Year to you too with health, hapinnes and wisdom! Thanks for the submission! I have entered it into the new contest!

  34. Best Poems of January-March 2010 Knol Poetry Contest Submission- Chick-a-choo — chick-a-chooyou know whotromps around the towns(glitter guns and paint)seeking something, not the truthgiving it all, more than most could imaginesacrificing for her passionsold soul, chick-a-choowe love youwith your catchy tunesbearing all your scarsfor mini-choos to healbut chick-a-choochick-a-choowe’re losing you(because) you lost yourselfbut you don’t know, do you?chick-a-choo, boo hoowe love you and thoughwe search for you andache for a glimpse of you(r world)we don’t want to lose youwinters are long, chick-a -choodon’t let us lose you(for a bump, doot-do)by Enn Penhttp://ennpen.wordpress.com/2010/03/09/chick-a-choo/

  35. WISH TO MY MOM ON MOTHERS’ DAY — There are billions of billion stars in the galaxiesLightning many worlds.But, there is only one star on this earth Enlightening your worldWho always loves you, who cares you and nurtureand that star is your DEAR MOTHER ! HAPPY MOTHERS’ DAY AMMA……….!With a Thanking Heart Full of Love~SALMA

  36. Tethered to you…. — Restricting to move aroundI give in with a boundTimeless memories surroundTo tether me again for a roundWheels moving on tracks soundAs if I am thrown to groundSlithering emotions smother And let me once again botherNot only for me but also for you.

  37. I love it when he — (Knol Poetry Contest)I love it when he looks at me I just smile & thank God who gave me eyes through which I can see I love it when we fight for silly things The following day as if nothing has happened, very unique as a human being I love it when we know we are in trouble and there is no solution I love it when he says he will fix everything Then he says you will see very soon together we will sing And fly up above so high as if we have fairy wings I love it when I’m crying in pain He holds my hand and says everything will just be fine So just stop crying alone, I’m here not to dry your tears Then he gently says, I’m here to cry with you my princess His words make me strong Makes me believe nothing is impossible He is genius I love when he talks like a poet Beautiful words coming from his mouth I consider him the best man in the planet. Copyright © Zainab 2010 Written 15th Jan 2010

  38. Poetry Contest — Title: 8000 ChickensLow flying Hueys buzz my flock at @ 2 AM;Weekend warriors were out having fun.Bantams collided in midair with broilers,Careening off one another,Messerschmitts and Spitfires crashing into tin,Piling up thick against the wall of their coop.At dawn, walking out to survey the damage, I see red.I spy broken birds; my forehead furrows.I scoop red earth, slinging it at the scarlet sky.My arms extending.My fists clenching, clutching clay,Chicken blood dripping from my fingers.Next morning the rag reports:”Eight Thousand Chickens DestroyedIn Cadaverous County.”

  39. Trigger — Follow your dream;Be it bold or be it humble,Follow your dream.Even when it hurts…even when you stumble,Follow your dream!Pour your heart into its most coveted mold,No matter the risk or rathe of scorn,No matter the cast be of tin, bronze, silver or gold.When against all odds, it transcends the fire,So sweetly—after lofty ones ranted it doomed to buckle,Balky sideliners will leap the wire,And the downtrodden are bound to chuckle.

    1. Untitled — Yes Spiros, I did…got to thinking maybe two poems in a row by the same person (me) was kinda wrong…didn’t look right, and might set a bad precedent. Besides there’s always the next contest. Sorry for the confusion; I guess I should have left an explanation.

    2. Untitled — Hi Spiros-In the following line: “No matter the cast be of tin, brass, silver or gold” (would you please substitute bronze for brass?)Thus: No matter the cast be of tin, “bronze”, silver or goldI would appreciate it very much.Thanks, and thanks too for this wonderful, thought provoking Knol…Jason

    3. Untitled — Thanks Jason! I just posted your poem.Please verify that everything is ok!I wish you the very best of luck in the contest!

  40. Jan.-Mar. 2010 poetry contest submission — SOMETIMES Words Escape me and SometimesI cant find them and Sometimes When they’ve got awayMy minds Not far behind themBut I’ve still got My looks and I’ve still got My heart…Though Sometimes Its misplaced and then A little torn apartThats okay, I’ve still got My head My handsMy feetThough all I really need is just My soulTo be complete

    1. Untitled — Jim, thanks for the new poem. Can you please enter it into a new comment on top of the comments section? In that way it is easier for all to see and safer for you to make sure I do not forget to post it! Thanks a lot! Keep writting!

    2. Untitled — NEW POEM FROM JIM BJÖRKLUND**************************first mondayits the first monday,the first weekof a new decade,and a sense of wonderoverdue.*Perhaps salvation willcome through thehole in our heartsthis decadebut it wouldsurprise.*its the first monday,the first weekof a new decade,and a sense of wonderoverdue.

  41. My Jan0Mar2010 Submission — Title: Oh Death You’re DefeatedOh death you come like an angel.You are like a physical obsession.You wander through the dark silent night.To snatch away the better ones.Oh, I am in deep turmoil, sad and morose.My heart is wailing for my dear one.Whom, you took away in that silent night.Even before his ripe of age, you took him off.Oh God how sad and morose I am.I couldn’t fully enjoy his love and care.His concern for others are unfathomable.He led many to your marvelous light.Yes, he led an exemplary life to follow.He was a gem among thousands.I feel like shouting ‘God I hate you’,You’ve done injustice to us and to many.When I thought this unwanted thought,Suddenly my mind recollected your words.The marvelous ones in the scripture.Lord, I feel guilty for my unwanted thought.Lord, you are just and do everything good,especially to the one who loves you.Oh Lord I know your love towards us.It’s too unfathomable to my understanding.Yes Lord You want him to be with You forever.Yes Lord he fought diligently and finished his race.He led many to your kingdom through his word and deed.Yes Lord, he finished his race with a remarkable mark.

    1. Untitled — Spiros, I think that will be too long and will be a long wait. Is there any reason for this?Best RegdsPhilip Ariel

    2. Untitled — Good to hear from you again on this issue, shall we make a note to the knol help and the other like minded fellow knol authors?BestPhilip

    3. Untitled — I find this greately frustrating myself too. I know what you mean. We should find a way around this, I totally agree. Let me think something about that. From what I remember there was a guy who created some RSS feeds on Knol activity.

    4. Untitled — Hi Spiros, So delighted to be a part of this. Keep it up. Keep Going, Keep inform. Here at knol we need to have a kind of automatic intimation between favorites or subscribers. Some other sites do have this facility, But sad to say here at knol we need to do a manual searching or checking, No information, if a fav. publish his or her knol. we need to check it individually, that will be a tedious job in the long run, why can’t knol provide this facility, Spiros, can we do something? Can knol help help in this?Best. Philip Ariel

  42. The contest is now yearly — The Knol poetry contest is now yearly.Thanks everyone for participating! Hope to see more poems soon!

    1. Untitled — Not too many people have voted so far. And I understand that it would be best for people to have a place to simply post their poems and receive comments for them. Let’s see how it goes.

  43. Untitled — My voters are for:P V Ariel – Oh Death You’re DefeatedSajid Khan – We will find it through the looking glass

    1. Untitled — Thanks for the voting SK! However because we cannot vote for our own poems please vote for another one poem. Thanks again!

  44. With Eyes — if i were a blind man,then i couldn’t see.the way you look like in my head,the way you look at me.the way i look at you,when you’re not looking back at me,the way you look at me,when i don’t see the thing you see.i could feel your voice,and make the choice to go to you.i could hear your steps,and know the way they carry you.a step into the distance,a step into the past.making. steps. the. difference.makethisstepthelast.the step that brought you here,your tangled worry shuffled by.the beat between your words,your shallow breath before you cried.cries in anger,cries in tears,cries of conscience,cries of fears.i hear hope,it trickles through,telling you what you should do.hope that you’ll soon laugh again,sharing moments with your friends,stories both from now and then.jokes and taunts and ribs at times,”better for the rhythm rhyme. taken for a welfare dime.” HA!sigh, Ahhhhhhhhhh………if i were a blind man,then i wouldn’t know.the way you pucker,when you say the simple word hello.the way you hide behind your shoulder,when you’re playing shy,my own reflection from the sun,staring through your eyes.the way you take that picture,the way you read that book,the way you wear your make-up,the sexy way you look. ROCK!!With Eyes I taste your skin,and they commit me to a touch,the angle of your hourglass,your waist..your breast..TOO MUCH!!i close them,and forget about the shape and style i see.i think about the thingthat really means a thing to me.with eyes i see you notice,when i notice her pass by.with eyes you notice that i noticed,now you wonder why?its just these eyes,play tricks sometimes,i notice what i see.but just because i’ve seen her,doesn’t mean that she’s for me.and then the world starts turning,and passions come in play.the generally hospitable,they vanish to dismay,the dissection, the digestion, the projection of the thought:”now that i’ve seen he’s seen her, does he like the way she’s taut?”but then she knows i’ve seen her,she’s aware that she’s been seen,she also knows he’s seen her,are you seeing what i mean?you see,the seeing really isn’tseeing very much.it always gets us into thinkingvery jealous thoughts,but on this notei’ve run amuck,and think I’ve said enough.imagine i’m a blind man,and haven’t seen a thing.i never want to see again,imaginary things.what would you do?what would you say?you’d smile and goyour merry way.you’d ask me what its like in there?i’d say that if you really cared.you’d take a knifeand gouge your eyes,and listen to yourself sometimes.then ask me how it smells today?and did i feel the breeze that way?you’d never know i’d seen her,because i haven’t ‘seen’ her.

  45. Celeste J. Heery – Clove — CloveIt’s one of those clear Fall nightswhere you feel you can slice the moonand eat it with a knife and forkmy clove cigarette crackles like a comforting fireI am in and out with my usual burning desiresmy mind goes to gentle thingsstreams and fallscascading water taking me at willI don’t need gloves, I am warmed by the coffee cupin and out of stores, looking for inspirationin faces and placesbeat beat beat of the drummelodic escapewhere i’ll end up I don’t knowbut it’s not herei’m tired,oozing out of my skin like that last bit of toothpastestreet sounds are like caramel for my ears

  46. JAN-MAR 2010 POETRY CONTEST SUBMISSION — MY DEAR BROTHER1. I always fought with lord for not giving me a brotherAnd use to be jealous with those who have the oneWith whom they shared their joys and sorrows foreverBut,I had none.2. One fine day to my great surpriseGod gave me a boon in disguiseThe most pleasant gift I have ever gotIt was you my brother which I never thought.3. The one who always want my happinessThe one who always pray for my SuccessThe one who can never see tears in my eyesThe one who can pay for my sake any costliest price.4. The one who loves me, the one who cares meThe one who always secures and protects meThe one who is always there for me whenever I needThe one who always helps me in my every deed5. Thank you lord for giving me the lovely treasureTo have such a one is a great pleasureThe one who is for me a perfect friend, guide and fatherly figureHe is my DEAR ARUN BROTHER.

    1. Untitled — I want to vote for Phillip and his beautiful poem on Oh Death you are defeated. It is very human, and raw. Great job Phillip Ariel.

  47. MY VOTES — My votes are for 1) Sajid Khan – We will find it through the looking glassAND 2) umme salma – My Dear BrotherPhilip

  48. Poem Submission for 2010 Contest — The WikipedianI tried to find my name on Wikipedia one nightI searched and searched, then realized it wasn’t on the site.I guess that sent me off into an existential tizzy,for if a man’s not wikki-worth, then what the hell worth is he.To look back on it now, I guess I went a bit insane,for I went to other articles to edit in my name.This I did for three days straight, without a single break.Till on day four I had to stop, for, Oh my hands did ache!I woke up hours later, laying sprawled upon the floor.I would have slept much longer, but for banging on my door.The door flung wide, two men stepped in, “Who’s there?,” my voice did cry.Their answer made my stomach turn- it was the FBI.It seems that under W. Bush intelligence had changed.The Agency had reassessed how agents should be trained.In olden days they combed the street, in searching for a threat.The new school simply typed in search terms on the internet.”We know you shot the Pope in May of 1981,””My God,” I said, “you Wikied me! “Our list has just begun.”There’s JFK, and RFK, and MLK as well,”My punishment would not be jail, they’d send me straight to hell!”The founder of Al-Queda, and the FARC, and KKK,And we’ve finally caught the man who took the Lindbergh kid away.You slipped atomic secrets underneath the Berlin wall,it’s such a shame that Julius and Ethel took the fall.””We’ve got you placed at Altamont. Just groovin’ to the Stones?We’re digging up your backyard to find Jimmy Hoffa’s bones.”Their list went on from Caesar all the way to Patty Hearst,From Judas to Osama, I was clearly history’s worst.When they had finally finished, only one small hope remained.Wiki damned me, could it save me? So I quickly typed my name.”What Wiki says must surely be, but before I meet my fate,Please look at my good deeds as well, perhaps they’ll mitigate.”I pulled up every article I thought could help my case,I started out with how I was the first man up in space.They believed it without question, they bought every word I wrote,So, I showed them one that said I was the man they called Deepthroat.”That’s me in Tiananmen, when I stood before a tank,now this was some years after I had helped to hide Anne Frank.I invented Penicillin, then discovered DNA.””Just think,” one agent said, “of all the lives that he has saved.”I knew I had them now, why, they were eating from my hand,so I showed them that I authored both the I Ching and Koran.I could have gone for hours, starting from the dawn of time,But I’d surely been successful in defense of all my crime.I still thank God today that those two agents heard my plea,,By the time that I was through, I swear they genuflected me.They meekly said, “we’re sorry”, and asked for my forgiveness.I told them that they had it, and to go about their businessAnd though the years have passed me by, I still retain some fear.From the lesson that I learned that night, a lesson you should hear:Oh, we surely are a culture that has lost its sense of truth,When the words of such a fool as me, are offered up as proof.Nicholas Feden

  49. Is Structure That Important? — I Structure That Important?By Daniel Terryrhyme rhythm blank verse free verse…verse…why does a poem demand these limitations last time i checked poetry came from your heart you were DrawinG A PicturE WitH WordS why would i want a scheme to limit that by forcing me to write the words i did not actually intend to say how is that PoetrY? and when i say drawing a picture i dont mean literally like some “poems” do thats just uncreativity or maybe that is some poets standpoint it matters not to me… before you start saying hey this isnt a poem it doesnt even have structure well i personally guarantee you that there is at least one poem out there that looks like this. BuT ThatS ThE ProbleM if poetry is really was as people acclaimed it to be every poem would look different we wouldnt have to worry about the different types because TherE WoulD BE NonE theyd all be DifferenT! i though that was the purpose of poetry in the first place was to stand out so that if you told me the name of any poem i would know it because IT WaS UniquE the difference can be small or it can be gi-…never mind theres nothing original i can say there…it frustrates me to know end how NobodyS OriginaL AnymorE everything is just a spinoff of another then again when the worlds been here for 2000 years it can get pretty difficult i mean look at shakespeare in his over 100 sonnets there we go again with the type of poem youd think thered be at least some repeated ideas and theres another thing what about how people end their poems they have their point made you think youve figured it out then they just LeavE YoU WonderinG with some random question or vague statement that brings you back to square one at least with this poem you NeveR GoT IT IN ThE FirsT PlacE and so now

  50. POETRY CONTEST 2010 This Poem Is Dedicated To All My Friends Who Have Made My Life As Wonderful As It Should Be. — THE TRUE FRIENDSHIPOne wish to vow, one wish to bore.I always want you as my friend, & nothing more.A friend to share my tears and joy, a friend to tease and enjoy.A friend who cares & teases, a friend who shares & seizes.A friend who can hold my hand when I m about to fallA friend who is happy for me when I grow tall.A perfect chem, a real gemIt’s a life time honor to have themA friend who is the Heart, Brain & Soul of a beautiful relationshipWhich we lovingly nevertheless Proudly call as the TRUE FRIENDSHIP!!!!……. -UMME SALMA

  51. my votes — My votes are for PV Ariel’s ‘O death, you are defeated’ and Jason Quinten Kincade’s ‘Trigger’.

  52. Hamster by Bob Lauder — hamster in the wheelwhat the hecks your deal?round and roundsafe and sounduntil i feed you supper hamster in the wheeli’m asking,”Are you Real?”you run and runyou’re never doneuntil you’re nearly dead hamster in the wheelso, how do you feel?

    1. Untitled — I just posted your poem. An important question has come up though: who is the poet? It is stevenson or Bob Lauder? Please tell me so that I correct the publication of the poem! Thanks for the submission of the poem!

  53. Knol Poetry Contest — Flow and Disappears by cgStarlingFor those in sorrow, smiles do spare‘less a madness does find in therethat innate contrast, the compulsion to lastwhich proves true: sorrows come, disappear;And though these struggles seem certainly vasteach moment our history is swallowed in pastthat beside our pleasure, our sorrow’s unmaskedthrough prose our pain flows, in verse first and last.

  54. “Brace Yourself” — I hate to be the one to tell you but I have some bad newsThough no one in your familyhas the slightest clue…You better brace youself,for what your about to hear.You better brace youself…I know your tired of being here.You better brace youself,Cuz no longer will things be the same,and the life that your livingwill forever be changed.Your mother is leaving,Leaving everything behind.She said she couldnt stand the feeling,of the way she felt inside.So Im sry for the pain that you now feel,I know your wishing that this wasn’t real.She wanted me to tell you that things would be alrightand she’d come to get you soon, so please don’t cry. I hate to be the one to tell you,but i have more bad newsthough no one in your family,has the slightest clue.So you better brace youself,for what your about to hear.You better brace youself…I know your tired of being here.You better brace youself,Cuz no longer will things be the same,and the life that your livingwill forever be changed.Your mother is gone now,This time shes gone for good.She said to not blame the doctors, cuz they did everything they could.So I’m so sorryfor the pain that you now feel.I know your wishing that this wasn’t real.She wrote you a letter to tell you things would be alrightand to forever keep her in your heart and please dont cry.

  55. OF WARRIORS DESIRES, OF SOLDIERS THE DUTIES — Deep in the immense sparsenessof a disclosed uncertainty,a courageous and unfrightened soulthough solitary and fragile,to the destiny of his call marches.Of his duties a prisoner…still he walks,Of his dreams letting tears fall,…still he conquers.His desires fights but,not a grievance and no beholding.Some regrets perhaps but, he won’t halt no, and the night hears his laments derailing crude emotions,plastering bitter agonies as he suffers his burdenwhile memories of home muffle cries of war.Warrior heart, outer soldier.Deracinated passions and loves burned, oh! delirious and hurting presents.Soon, a heart crumbles deepand himself hides from his inner pains as hastily departs to challenge many deaths, vanishing into the blinding darkness of a foreclosed deep sky,a wrathful seaand a searing but yet, parsimonious desert.A tribute to the Soldiers of the Desert Wars.

  56. Seeing like the first time — As I walk past the parkI see a manHe does not see me, for a dog is his companion, his eyesAnd I wonder, did he ever know what he is missing?The beauty of the sky, the stars?The feeling of looking out the window when you wake up, and thinkingWhy didn’t I ever notice the majesty of our world?The colors, the rainBut in a way, he is fortunateHe does not see the pain of peopleBut there is more good in this world than sinThe laughter of a new baby, new hopeLooking at the world and thinking, This is like seeingFor the first time

  57. Proposed Entry for 2010 — A Mother’s lament for the quicksilver passage of a child into adulthood…”Not a Prayer”Child of my heart…As time flits by on fragile wingMy soul yearns for just a moment’s surceaseA hairbreadth pause to slow your journeyTo sear into eternity’s memoryOne immaculate imageOf my life’s perfect joy

  58. Ancestor — Africa my ancestor’s home they played their games and slept in their homes many of them I admire They played their games they had their fun and slept in their homes to go back down to rest They had their fun it’s bedtime now to go back down to rest have a respectable night dear ancestors It’s bedtime now and slept their in homes have a respectable night dear ancestors Africa my ancestor’s home

  59. Best Poems of 2010 contest — OF THIS EARTH——————–I am, this Earth, is me.My heart, pumps water, through rivers.My hair, the grass, of summer.The trees, my soul, my feelings.The wind, my breath, my joy.In me, the mountain, my strength.All life, my heart, my spirit.All things, my love, inside.I live, I love, I will die.This Earth, my shelter, my Mother.I’ll sleep, in Her arms, forever.I am, this Earth, forever.

  60. What’s up? — Spiros-I posted a poem and my votes for 2010 nominees two weeks ago. I haven’t received the usual email from you acknowledging receipt and my poem has not appeared in the contest section. I noticed that several other people have posted poems in the comments section with the same result. I don’t know what’s going on with your knol, Have you abandoned it?Jason

    1. Untitled — Spiros-No apologies needed. I am glad to know that you’re still in business. You reference the “great length.” I guess you’re referring to this knol. Would it be advantages to list the poem titles and authors at the top of the Knol as links to the body of the poems below. It’s just a thought. I don’t know if it would improve the reader’s experience.Thanks and keep up the good work,Jason

    2. Untitled — Not at all Jason. Please accept my apologies for the delay – had some issues with the editing of the Knol (due to the great length I guess) and had stopped trying during the last week.Thanks very much for the submissions and for being alert!

    1. Untitled — DREAM MAKER The drops are fallen from the heavenAnd the plants let them lay onIt seem to be a transperent viewThe lover’s thrust for lone,The birds greed for fruitAnd my deep desire for dream;The summer rain comes againI dream a summer rainIt fill in me new hopIt showers me Seeds of dreamSummer rain showers on meIt take me inthe medowIwander lonely on the meadowMy nomad life seem to be greenthe rain bless on meLike moon miss the desertI miss the rainAt night it make me feel happyWhen the drops do drop on peblesFeel it was on meThe tree dance with the rainIt was the sound of the soulThe breeze carry the love to the neighbour townA peackock’s act of loveIt showers me romantic avalanchOh my LoverOh my rainOh my magic dream makerLet us shower love,calm and peace on the poor;let us shower new hope on the homelessLet us praise the GodOh my raina…

    2. Untitled — Thanks for the poem! Just posted it!~Please tell me if everything is posted correctly!Remember to come back for the voting!

  61. Poem Submission for 2010 Contest — The AnnealingThe hardest work I’ve ever done,Was digging for gold under the desert’s sun.New to the game…It was up at dawn, pick ‘n shovel locked in hands,Off to sweat and toil on the burning sands.Week after week…not to go bust,I swang my pick from dawn to dusk,While covered and chocking in blizzards of dust.It wasn’t unusual to encounter snakes, Scorpions and Killer beesthat were eager to drop me to my knees.Each day, as the sun dipped behind the Pinto’sAnd purple shadows raced across the land,I stumbled back to camp to shovel Chile beans Straight from a dadburn can.Came the darkness, I’d lie beneath a blanket of stars to doze and rest my sore, bleeding hands.And all through those long cold nights, I weighed fists full of gold,creations that I dreamed.I was destined to strike it rich…or so it surely seemed.For in the nearby hills, Under thorny cactus and rotting rock,Beckoned a golden ticket to paradise.And I meant to make it mine,No matter the work…no matter the price.When at last…pockets filled with gold,I’d whoop, holler, jump up and downAnd bolt straight for Rowdy town,Where my story would be told,And my gold would be sold.At the bar of the Sourdough saloon, I’d lay my money downAnd declare it New Year’s EveFor everyone in the town.It’d be steak and ham bonesFor my ol’ tail-wagger…Yubalee,She having been my sole companion,And always first with me. There’d be food and drink aplenty, Slaps on the back, dancing, singing through the night,And a lusty…randy romp for me.Leastwise that’s the way I knowed it would be,Till a scrawny little greenhorn,Only a day in the desert,Stole it all away from me.Though he had certainly scooped off the cream,I still had my fire and I still had my steam;For in addition to a prospector,I had become a crusty desert rat,From whom you can not steal his dream.

  62. A Tweak Please — Hi Spiros-Thanks for posting my poem “The Annealing”. I do have one little issue that needs to be resolved regarding your posting of the poem in the contest section of your Knol. It was posted without space between stanzas. I think it reads better with a space between each stanza (as originally submitted). Would you please fix that for me? Thanks,Jason

  63. RECENT FLOODS IN PAKISTAN — RECENT FLOODS IN PAKISTANI lived at a placeheaven on earth surrounded by snow covered mountainsalmond and walnut treesthe scene always filled my heart with joyI loved my placeOn that fateful nightit rained which was not going to stopand the river nearby over flewI could hear the noise of waves and suddenlywater entered our houses within minutes it was up to waistI took my younger brother on my shoulder and ran towards mountains nearbyMy mother was with mebut I cant see my fatherhe was sleeping in courtyard and was taken away by waveshe was disabled and could not find his crutches we spent three nights on the mountain without any food and sheltersaw our houses falling and households floating away Today I am homeless and orphanlooking to you for help but for how long who is going to build our houseswho will earn bread for usGod has taken away all his blessings BY SHAHNAZ KHANUM

    1. Untitled — FLOODS IN PAKISTANI lived at a placeheaven on earth surrounded by snow covered mountainsalmond and walnut treesthe scene always filled my heart with joyI loved my placeOn that fateful nightit rained which was not going to stopand the river nearby over flewI could hear the noise of waves and suddenlywater entered our houses within minutes it was up to waistI took my younger brother on my shoulder and ran towards mountains nearbyMy mother was with mebut I cant see my fatherhe was sleeping in courtyard and was taken away by waveshe was disabled and could not find his crutches we spent three nights on the mountain without any food and sheltersaw our houses falling and households floating away Today I am homeless and orphanlooking to you for help but for how long who is going to build our houseswho will earn bread for usGod has taken away all his blessingsand I pray to Him to give us courage to bear this trauma , destruction and loss by shahnaz khanum

    2. Untitled — thanks i want this poem to be included in poetry contest 2010 . I don’t know whether i have sent it to right place or not . I need guidance in this regard .

  64. poem for contest 2010 — DEATH BY FIRE(This poem is voice of an Asian women who is going to be burnt by fire as she has not brought sufficient dowry for her in laws) I am locked in the kitchen by no one else but my in-laws the fire is soon going to engulf me I deserved this punishment as I dreamed of getting married without sufficient dowry I failed to bringgold bangles for my mother in lawA hefty amount of moneyfor my husbandwho wanted to start a business by marrying meall doors and widows of kitchen are closed my hands and legs are tied my mouth is closed by a tapeflames are licking my body I can t cry can t call any one for help soon I will be turned to ashes then my partner will call for help when he will be sure that I am dead by shahnaz khanum

    1. Untitled — One cannot help but empathize with the Asian girl in your poem and the desperate situation in which she finds herself. It’s tragic that it happens at all, even more so that, conditioned by her mores, she and her peers willingly accept her fate as being just. And as illustrated by her belief that it is her husband’s intent to ‘call for help’ only after he is convinced she is dead, the horrific custom is ‘against the law’ in her country (but only on paper). Sadly, even in these modern times, it is a common practice in some cultures. Thanks for your poignant, enlightening and thought provoking piece. Let’s hope it will ‘light a fire’ under opponents of this brutal ritual.

  65. poem for contest 2010 — You Piss Me OffIt irks me when you bemoan your thinning hair and the make of your noseWhile brave men and women, carried from battlefields everyday,Struggle anonymously to cope with stolen limbs and burnt and broken faces.It irks me when you fretOver “dowdy” clothes or a wee bitty scratch on your car,While millions must make do with tattered rags and naked feet.And it bothers me when, snug in your cozy home, you gripe Over broken egg yokes and burnt toast,While millions shiver in the open and have nothing to eat.It irks me when you bitchAbout running low on soda and beer,While across the pondDesperate mothers rock parched and shriveled babies and pray for rain,Then wail, but cannot form a tear, as they watch their children slowly blister and die.It saddens me that you are so many,But it disturbs me most that, all too often, you are me.

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