Waiting For The Barbarians Poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum?
The barbarians are due here today.
Why isn’t anything happening in the senate?
Why do the senators sit there without legislating?
Because the barbarians are coming today.
What laws can the senators make now?
Once the barbarians are here, they’ll do the legislating.
Why did our emperor get up so early,
and why is he sitting at the city’s main gate
on his throne, in state, wearing the crown?
Because the barbarians are coming today
and the emperor is waiting to receive their leader.
He has even prepared a scroll to give him,
replete with titles, with imposing names.
Why have our two consuls and praetors come out today
wearing their embroidered, their scarlet togas?
Why have they put on bracelets with so many amethysts,
and rings sparkling with magnificent emeralds?
Why are they carrying elegant canes
beautifully worked in silver and gold?
Because the barbarians are coming today
and things like that dazzle the barbarians.
Why don’t our distinguished orators come forward as usual
to make their speeches, say what they have to say?
Because the barbarians are coming today
and they’re bored by rhetoric and public speaking.
Why this sudden restlessness, this confusion?
(How serious people’s faces have become.)
Why are the streets and squares emptying so rapidly,
everyone going home so lost in thought?
Because night has fallen and the barbarians have not come.
And some who have just returned from the border say
there are no barbarians any longer.
And now, what’s going to happen to us without barbarians?
They were, those people, a kind of solution.
Today My Mother Died Poem by sania harris
Today my mother died
Silently without a sign
Never inkling about her sadness
Even though we filled her with madness
Never being a burden for us
Instead giving us all a bless
Today my mother died
The one to whom I always lied
Screaming at her for her calmness
Creating all kind of fuss
Not thinking about her loneliness
Putting her in deep distress
Today my mother died
Thinking about her past, I sighed
The times I went away
The times I never looked back
The pains she felt astray
The pains she felt setback
Today my mother died
I recalled her past and cried
The Adventure Of Living. Day 92 Poem by Susan Williams
Didn’t do anything extraordinary today,
Didn’t do anything ordinary extraordinarily well either,
But I still had an extraordinary day today
Just being happy for no reason at all- besides the fact
that the ones I love are alive today, alive and alive and alive today,
and the day was spangled with golden sunbright,
and the birds were singing their hearts out,
and kids were laughing on their way to school,
and God was whispering in the breeze.
and I…
I was living in a ringing of bells today.
The Eighth Of September Poem by Pablo Neruda
This day, Today, was a brimming glass.
This day, Today, was an immense wave.
This day was all the Earth.
This day, the storm-driven ocean
lifted us up in a kiss
so exalted we trembled
at the lightning flash
and bound as one, fell,
and drowned, without being unbound.
This day our bodies grew
stretched out to Earth’s limits,
orbited there, melded there
to one globe of wax, or a meteor’s flame.
A strange door opened, between us,
and someone, with no face as yet,
waited for us there.
Attention To Titles Of Honour (Part-1) Poem by Kumarmani Mahakul
Attention! Attention! Attention!
Oh dear poets and visitors all,
Attention you pay towards titles,
Towards this poem of notification,
Honourable titles are conferred,
To few of our fellow poet friends,
A chapter of new recognition starts.
A title of honour to Sylvia Frances Chan
This is given as, “Wonder Jasmine, ”
From today on-wards she will be known as
Wonder Jasmine Sylvia Frances Chan,
Honour is offered to her by grace of God.
A title to Akhtar Jawad as, “Poet Mars, ”
From today on-wards he will be known as
Poet Mars Akhtar Jawad, we congratulate,
Title of honour is offered by Allah’s mercy.
Also another title, “Poetic Power, ” is given
Now he has dual titles of honour we tell.
Poetess Savita Tyagi as, “Poetic Lotus, ”
Form today on-wards she will be known as
Poetic Lotus Savita Tyagi, let us congratulate,
Honour of title is gifted by God’s command.
Poetess Bharati Nayak is regarded as Poetic Basil,
From today on-wards she will be known as
Poetic Basil Bharati Nayak, many greetings to her,
Title of honour is offered by God’s blessings.
Honour to Mohammed Asim Nehal as, “Special Moon, ”
From today on-wards he will be known as
Special Moon Mohammed Asim Nehal,
Title of honour blooms for him by Allah’s love.
Oh dear Allah, Our Supreme God, we obey you,
Oath is taken and given with titles of honour,
I am just for a moment in eternal journey,
Surrendering before you we declare the titles.
Time to time you give courage to tell truth,
Wonder Jasmine blooms in your garden,
Poet Mars spins around sun to reflect poems,
Poetic lotus blooms in ocean of happiness,
Poetic basil is adored in ascending sky,
Special Moon appears to give calmness and joy.
An Optimistic View Poem by Vijay Sai R
The sun
Though sets today,
Will certainly rise tomorrow,
Every opportunity,
Though lost today,
Will certainly be regained tomorrow
The Termite Poem by Ogden Nash
Some primal termite knocked on wood
And tasted it, and found it good!
And that is why your Cousin May
Fell through the parlor floor today.
No Doctor’s Today, Thank You Poem by Ogden Nash
They tell me that euphoria is the feeling of feeling wonderful,
well, today I feel euphorian,
Today I have the agility of a Greek god and the appetitite of a
Victorian.
Yes, today I may even go forth without my galoshes,
Today I am a swashbuckler, would anybody like me to buckle
any swashes?
This is my euphorian day,
I will ring welkins and before anybody answers I will run away.
I will tame me a caribou
And bedeck it with marabou.
I will pen me my memoirs.
Ah youth, youth! What euphorian days them was!
I wasn’t much of a hand for the boudoirs,
I was generally to be found where the food was.
Does anybody want any flotsam?
I’ve gotsam.
Does anybody want any jetsam?
I can getsam.
I can play chopsticks on the Wurlitzer,
I can speak Portuguese like a Berlitzer.
I can don or doff my shoes without tying or untying the laces because
I am wearing moccasins,
And I practically know the difference between serums and antitoccasins.
Kind people, don’t think me purse-proud, don’t set me down as
vainglorious,
I’m just a little euphorious.
What A Rose Can Say Poem by Margie Driver
A rose can say I love you and want you to be mine,
A rose can say I thank you for being so very kind,
A rose can say congratulations, whatever the occasion may be,
A rose can say I miss you and wish you were here with me,
A rose can say I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you in any way,
A rose can say get well soon, May God bless you today,
A rose can say I wish you happiness, and the best for you each day.
A rose can say farewel when someone goes away,
A rose can say hello, I’m thinking of you today,
There’s just so many wonderful things that a rose can say,
A rose can say goodbye when a love one is laid to rest,
No matter what there is to say, a rose can say it best.
Hooray Say The Roses Poem by Charles Bukowski
hooray say the roses, today is blamesday
and we are red as blood.
hooray say the roses, today is Wednesday
and we bloom wher soldiers fell
and lovers too,
and the snake at the word.
hooray say the roses, darkness comes
all at once, like lights gone out,
the sun leaves dark continents
and rows of stone.
hooray say the roses, cannons and spires,
birds, bees, bombers, today is Friday
the hand holding a medal out the window,
a moth going by, half a mile an hour,
hooray hooray
hooray say the roses
we have empires on our stems,
the sun moves the mouth:
hooray hooray hooray
and that is why you like us.
