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Written by Marianne Moore | Create an image from this poem

Baseball and Writing

 Fanaticism?No.Writing is exciting
and baseball is like writing.
You can never tell with either
how it will go
or what you will do;
generating excitement--
a fever in the victim--
pitcher, catcher, fielder, batter.
Victim in what category?
Owlman watching from the press box?
To whom does it apply?
Who is excited?Might it be I?

It's a pitcher's battle all the way--a duel--
a catcher's, as, with cruel
puma paw, Elston Howard lumbers lightly
back to plate.(His spring 
de-winged a bat swing.)
They have that killer instinct;
yet Elston--whose catching
arm has hurt them all with the bat--
when questioned, says, unenviously,
"I'm very satisfied.We won."
Shorn of the batting crown, says, "We";
robbed by a technicality.

When three players on a side play three positions
and modify conditions,
the massive run need not be everything.
"Going, going . . . "Is
it?Roger Maris
has it, running fast.You will
never see a finer catch.Well . . .
"Mickey, leaping like the devil"--why
gild it, although deer sounds better--
snares what was speeding towards its treetop nest,
one-handing the souvenir-to-be
meant to be caught by you or me.

Assign Yogi Berra to Cape Canaveral;
he could handle any missile.
He is no feather."Strike! . . . Strike two!"
Fouled back.A blur.
It's gone.You would infer
that the bat had eyes.
He put the wood to that one.
Praised, Skowron says, "Thanks, Mel.
I think I helped a little bit."
All business, each, and modesty.
Blanchard, Richardson, Kubek, Boyer.
In that galaxy of nine, say which
won the pennant?Each.It was he.

Those two magnificent saves from the knee-throws
by Boyer, finesses in twos--
like Whitey's three kinds of pitch and pre-
diagnosis
with pick-off psychosis.
Pitching is a large subject.
Your arm, too true at first, can learn to
catch your corners--even trouble
Mickey Mantle.("Grazed a Yankee!
My baby pitcher, Montejo!"
With some pedagogy,
you'll be tough, premature prodigy.)

They crowd him and curve him and aim for the knees.Trying
indeed!The secret implying:
"I can stand here, bat held steady."
One may suit him;
none has hit him.
Imponderables smite him.
Muscle kinks, infections, spike wounds
require food, rest, respite from ruffians.(Drat it!
Celebrity costs privacy!)
Cow's milk, "tiger's milk," soy milk, carrot juice,
brewer's yeast (high-potency--
concentrates presage victory

sped by Luis Arroyo, Hector Lopez--
deadly in a pinch.And "Yes,
it's work; I want you to bear down,
but enjoy it
while you're doing it."
Mr. Houk and Mr. Sain,
if you have a rummage sale,
don't sell Roland Sheldon or Tom Tresh.
Studded with stars in belt and crown,
the Stadium is an adastrium.
O flashing Orion,
your stars are muscled like the lion.


Written by Howard Nemerov | Create an image from this poem

Learning the Trees

 Before you can learn the trees, you have to learn
The language of the trees. That's done indoors,
Out of a book, which now you think of it
Is one of the transformations of a tree.

The words themselves are a delight to learn,
You might be in a foreign land of terms
Like samara, capsule, drupe, legume and pome,
Where bark is papery, plated, warty or smooth.

But best of all are the words that shape the leaves –
Orbicular, cordate, cleft and reniform –
And their venation – palmate and parallel –
And tips – acute, truncate, auriculate.

Sufficiently provided, you may now
Go forth to the forests and the shady streets
To see how the chaos of experience
Answers to catalogue and category.

Confusedly. The leaves of a single tree
May differ among themselves more than they do
From other species, so you have to find,
All blandly says the book, "an average leaf."

Example, the catalpa in the book
Sprays out its leaves in whorls of three
Around the stem; the one in front of you
But rarely does, or somewhat, or almost;

Maybe it's not catalpa? Dreadful doubt.
It may be weeks before you see an elm
Fanlike in form, a spruce that pyramids,
A sweetgum spiring up in steeple shape.

Still, pedetemtim as Lucretious says,
Little by little, you do start to learn;
And learn as well, maybe, what language does
And how it does it, cutting across the world

Not always at the joints, competing with
Experience while cooperating with
Experience, and keeping an obstinate
Intransigence, uncanny, of its own.

Think finally about the secret will
Pretending obedience to Nature, but
Invidiously distinguishing everywhere,
Dividing up the world to conquer it.

And think also how funny knowledge is:
You may succeed in learning many trees
And calling off their names as you go by,
But their comprehensive silence stays the same.
Written by Amy Clampitt | Create an image from this poem

Salvage

 Daily the cortege of crumpled 
defunct cars 
goes by by the lasagna-
layered flatbed 
truckload: hardtop 

reverting to tar smudge,
wax shine antiqued to crusted 
winepress smear, 
windshield battered to
intact ice-tint, a rarity

fresh from the Pleistocene. 
I like it; privately 
I find esthetic 
satisfaction in these 
ceremonial removals

from the category of
received ideas
to regions where pigeons' 
svelte smoke-velvet
limousines, taxiing 

in whirligigs, reclaim 
a parking lot,
and the bag-laden
hermit woman, disencumbered 
of a greater incubus,

the crush of unexamined
attitudes, stoutly
follows her routine,
mining the mountainsides
of our daily refuse

for artifacts: subversive
re-establishing
with each arcane
trash-basket dig
the pleasures of the ruined.
Written by Tanwir Phool | Create an image from this poem

Naat

Muhammad(SAWAWS) Rah-e-Haq dikhaanay ko aa'ey
GunaahoN sey ham ko bachaanay ko aa'ey

Sharee'at ki mash'al jahaaN maiN jalaa kar
Zilaalat ki Zulmat miTaanay ko aa'ey

Du'aa ki Khuda sey , hidaayat dey in ko
Jo Taa'ef maiN kaafir sataanay ko aa'ey

JahaaN maiN shaqaawat kaa thaa daur dauraa
Woh(SAWAWS) RaHmat kay moti luTaanay ko aa'ey

Gunahgaar ummat ko jab roz-e-maHshar
Rasool-e-Khuda(SAWAWS) baKhshwaanay ko aa'ey

Yahi Phool kahnay lagaa , meray Aa'qaa(SAWAWS)
Mujhay pairhan maiN chhupaanay ko aa'ey

(Poet : Tanwir Phool)-(Naat from "Anwaar-e-Hiraa" published in July,1997)
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You may read more poetry of Tanwir Phool at these links :

http://www.urdubandhan.com/bazm/viewforum.php?f=33

http://www.urdubandhan.com/bazm/viewtopic.php?f=8&t=7438

http://urdunetjpn.com/ur/category/tanwir-phool/
Written by Tanwir Phool | Create an image from this poem

Rubaiyat

For Tanwir Phool's poetry see these links:

http://www.urduyouthforum.org/designpoetry/Tanwir_Phool_designpoetry.php

http://urdunetjpn.com/ur/category/tanwir-phool/

http://forum.urdujahaan.com/viewtopic.php?f=18&t=4969

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RUBA'I

Jo lamHa guzartaa hai who keya detaa hai?
Dauraaniya-e-zeest bataa detaa hai
Aie Phool ! ghaTaa umr se ik aur baras
Jaataa huwaa har saal sadaa detaa hai

(From "DhuwaaN DhuwaaN Chehray" published in April,1999)

English translation.

What is given by the moment passed?
It tells one the spent period of his or her life.
Every passing year is saying that one more year is being 
decreased / deducted from one's life.

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RUBA'I

Tu maaNg sadaa SuHbat-e-bad Khoo se panaah
Saathi jo buraa ho to who kartaa hai tabaah
ShaitaaN se bhalaa'i ki tawaqqu hai tujhay !
LAA HAULA WALAA QUWWATA ILLAA BILLAH

(From "Gulshan-e-SuKhan" published in January,1970)

English translation

You should seek riddance from the company of sinful person.
If the companion is evil-minded ,you will be ruined.
Do you expect beneficence from the Devil?
There is no source of strength save that of God.

(Poet : Tanwir Phool ) http://duckduckgo.com/Tanwir_Phool


Written by Tanwir Phool | Create an image from this poem

Hamd

Tiri Qudrat ko yaa Rab ! zarray zarray sey a'yaaN dekhaa
Qamar maiN ,shams maiN ,anjum maiN Tujh ko zaufishaaN dekhaa

Who sheereeN Naam hai ALLAH kaa jo RaaHat-e-dil hai
Fanaa jo ho geya Us par, usay hi jaawidaaN dekhaa

Pukaaraa markaz-e-dil sey to paayaa paas hi Us ko
Usay hi BaKhshnay waalaa ,Usay hi MehrbaaN dekhaa

Sahaaraa be-basoN kaa hai , Who mazloomoN kaa Waali hai
Usi kay aastaanay ko panaah-e-be-kasaaN dekhaa

Samajh saktaa naheeN Israar Haq kay aa'dam-e-Khaaki
Na aiesaa falsafi dekhaa , na aiesaa nukta daaN dekhaa

Gulistaan-e-jahaaN maiN Phool ki faryaad Sun yaa Rab !
Tiraa hi Naam lay kar us ko maSroof-e-fuGhaaN dekhaa

(Poet : Tanwir Phool)

You can read more poetry of Tanwir Phool at these links :

http://urdunetjpn.com/ur/category/tanwir-phool/

http://www.urdubandhan.com/bazm/viewtopic.php?f=8&t=7438
Written by Tanwir Phool | Create an image from this poem

Rishta-e-jism-o-jaaN

Please see these links for Tanwir Phool's poetry :

http://forum.urdujahaan.com/viewtopic.php?f=18&t=4969

http://urdunetjpn.com/ur/category/tanwir-phool/

G H A Z A L
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Rishta-e-jism-o-jaaN
Raunaq-e-eeN jahaaN
MuKhtaSar hai safar
MuKhtaSar daastaaN
Aie miray ham safar !
Tu kahaaN , main kahaaN
Chand tinkay milay
Ban geya aa'shiyaaN
Maah-o-anjum se hai
Zeenat-e-aasmaaN
Husn hai chaandni
Ishq barq-e-tapaaN
Rahbari aam thi
LuT geya kaarwaaN
Qurb us ka bana 
RaaHat-e-aashiqaaN
Phool !  dam se tiray
Saj geya gulsitaaN

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