eyes

Your Eyes

Your eyes

   are bluer than the skies

      of summer. They shine more brightly

         than heavenly stars that sparkle nightly.


No finer line

   could ever define

      a shape more perfect in design.

         One look and I'm enraptured —

            captured!


They have the power to hypnotise —

   your lovely eyes!


Copyright © Robert Haigh 1996


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For my wife

 

 

 

 

   

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was a regional winner in the National Poetry Anthology competition of the United Kingdom for 2010. Three entries were selected from each region. My region was West Yorkshire, with a population of well over two million, and I was naturally delighted to learn of my win. However, after reading the forms I was obliged to sign, granting the publishers the right to publish my poem, I decided not to sign, and I withdrew my poem! By signing, I would retain full copyright, but the publishers clearly expected me to buy at least one copy of the anthology and I refused to do this. If my poem was to be published, I wanted it to make me a little money, not cost me money! The only poet to make any money out of the venture was the overall national winner, who received £1,000 in cash plus a handsome trophy to keep for life. All the other regional winners received no royalties at all!


When the publication came out, I was astonished to receive a free copy, even though my poem was not in it (I had, of course, refused them permission to publish it). My poem was replaced by that of a woman from Leeds. Even though I unexpectedly received a free book, I still think I made the right decision, and I have not submitted any poem for possible publication since. I may self-publish a selection of my poetry one day, but then again, probably not.

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The Eyes of Wisdom

In the time or

in and out of the space or

elsewhere I wandered,

I clasp myself alone,

but no perception of bliss of joy. 

 

Many rebirths I conceded

Many samsara I roamed

I clasp myself alone,

but no perception of bliss of joy. 

 

In the day or the light

In the night or the gloom

In and out of the universe

I explored with earnest

everywhere in the earth

but no perception of bliss of joy.

 

Can I retrieve it elsewhere?

 

While it’s as the brightest

as the gleaming star

in the chaste gloominess

inside the spirit of my own mind.

 

Attha devo bhava*

 

The brilliance lies indeed

in me and mine for ever

Illuminating all the world.

My body, speech and mind

Attain the mindfulness of Nibbana

Within me and mine.

*

Samsara – the material world in which the beings live.

Attha devo bhava (pali) – I’m the master of my own.

Nibbana (pali) – Nirvana (Sanskrit) .The literal meaning 

of "blowing out" or "quenching". Nirvana is the ultimate spiritual

goal in Buddhism and marks the soteriological release from

rebirths in sasāra.

Diamonds

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Bees

No, not diamonds, emeralds are much more fitting.

Emeralds dancing under an endless blaze,

Sparkling in the light while shining in the shadows.

A complex ballet of both strength and love.

 

…and pain.

Sorrow and Distraught. Anguish drawn from years of

Frustration. Get the lights, lock the door.

Observe, partake, change, leave.

 

Be it the pain, strength, or loneliness,

Eyes worth millions tell stories in silence.

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A DREAM IF YOU WILL

When we open our eyes to the world we can see her beauty everywhere.

from the colors of the trees to the birds that populate the air.

 

When we open our eyes to the world and see the beauty she imparts

We can’t help but feel joy in our souls and love within our hearts

 

When we close our eyes to the world…some of her vibrancy fades away

We begin to see the colors around us in quite a different way.

 

When we close our eyes to the world…we no longer see the beauty she imparts

We allow prejudice to touch our souls and hate to invade our hearts.

 

I believe our eyes all start out equally…free to see beauty everywhere…

urging all of us to feel the joy…and love that floats upon the air.

 

Sight is a fragile sense, however…and so easily we can lose it

depending on those around us…and how we’re taught to use it. 

 

But even if we’re taught in such a way our eyes become impaired…

There is a silver lining…for sight can be repaired.

 

Which leads to a hope…a dream if you will…that one day all our minds will be free

that prejudice will fade into the past…when we are again taught how to see.

 

When we again open our eyes to the colors all around us 

again look out on the world and see

the beauty in our differences…

 

the beauty in our diversity.


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Spotlight

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My Everything

You stood in the doorway 

The frame smiled

At the taste of your skin

Your hair

Longer

My eyes

Not hiding

My jealousy 

Of the white soaked wood

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Even when you think I'm not looking, I am. Your forever in the spotlight.

In your eyes

      In your eyes

when first we spoke you called me beautiful 

but the turmoil i was in made me doubtful

my soul was heavy with my silent cries

but you kept trying said i was worth it in your eyes

my heart was shattered in pieces on the ground

to you i was special but to me that couldnt be found

but you never gave up and slowly i began to realize

that i saw in you what you saw in me in your eyes

you made me feel special right from the start

that was a feeling i didnt want to part

 in your arms will feel like home i do surmise 

we'll look into each others eyes and see loves reflection in our eyes

Zoey cup

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this one about what I felt when I first met my NISA. ( NIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR )

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Galactic Love

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My Everything

The weight of your eyes

Are upon me.

I cant help but be transparent. 

You undress me 

Without my clothes ever falling

You discover bits of me

Like Im all the stars in your galaxy

Day after day 

Our universe grows larger

I am the black hole

Bringing you in and never letting go

Taking you places

That dreams never dared

It creates a story in me...

With your satiny hairs,

You amble without a normal foot.

But with a pristine look,

Your big eyes shines luminously.

Dear, Maybe people call you a handicap,

I call those bullocks a madcap.

Interestingly, what, I am a handicap mentally, here I reveal.

Everyday I fight inside the close door when night falls.

A few days ago your eyes have cried a lot,

Let me clear here, you are a daring person.

It gives me a reason to fight with his servants openly.

You are a bizarre, I don't know you Monica Sharma.

Though we did not shook our hands at all,

But whenever these eyes squints you,

A new story creates a History...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Its very weird we do not know each other but still can relate my past with you and your name itself was a blow to me. This write is not for sympathy but my respect towards you of what you are. Though you are not different but extraordinarily different in your swag.

Kisi apne ki yaad dilati hain aap..

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Your Seductive Eyes

When in your seductive eyes I look,


I get lost into another world at once!


A kind of utopia I find myself in!


I feel outright dumb and dunce!


 

Stop being so tempting ever!


Or else I may have a heart attack!


Even if I fail to own your heart entirely,


I would like to behold you in each flashback!


 

Your pretty eyes call me near,

 

To me your gorgeous eyes are so dear!

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