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river | The more we live, more brief appear
Our life's succeeding stages;
A day to childhood seems a year,
And years like passing ages.
The gladsome current of our youth,
Ere passion yet disorders,
Steals lingering like a river smooth
Along its grassy borders.
But as the careworn cheek grows wan,
And sorrow's shafts fly thicker,
Ye stars, that measure life to man,
Why seem your courses quicker?
When joys have lost their bloom and breath,
And life itself is vapid,
Why, as we reach the Falls of Death
Feel we its tide more rapid?
It may be strange—yet who would change
Time's course to slower speeding,
When one by one our friends have gone,
And left our bosoms bleeding?
Heaven gives our years of fading strength
Indemnifying fleetness;
And those of youth, a seeming length,
Proportion'd to their sweetness. |
funny | Its Funny...
When im happy I have a bad day
Its Funnny,
That when I wish it was hot it snowed
Its Funny,
That when the world is finally at peace War begins
Its Funny,
When I fancy Chicken my mum cooks pork
Its Funny,
When I get a new phone It breaks
Its Funny,
When I tell my friend a secret and politely ask her not to tell a soul but she does anyway
Its Funny,
When my mate does something wrong I get in trouble
Its Funny,
I want to watch a movie on T.V but theres a powercut from start to finish
Its Funny,
When I ask for a cat for my birthday, I get a fish
Its Funny,
When I say I love you
You reply....I love you too and I always will |
null | You are a repulsive child trapped in a tangle of your forebears' filth,
Your own shames were unmasked by a stranger,
A careless past rising as an unheeded warning of your vanities,
You grasp at the toys of others, eagerly dashing them to pieces,
As bespoke by sanguine, yet ironically, you stumble amidst a thicker mist than most,
Dessicated and diseased, you hunch as a spider: stealing, binding, and defiling experiences never meant for you........ |
nature | This bogey is a fing
What lives up in your nose
And how they comes to get there
No one really knows
Me grandad likes to blow ‘is out
And then he takes a look
I fink he’s double checking
Just how many he has took
But me see, I is different
I likes to pick ‘em out
By stickin’ up me finger
And jiggling it about
Then when I knows I got one
I quickly whips it out
But I don’t shows I got one
‘cause mum would scream and shout
So then I likes to hold it
Between me fum and finger
I roll it round into a ball
And then I lets it linger
While I finks about a place
Where I can go and stick it
But sometimes when you’re hungry
A bogey’s just the ticket
So this one, what I got right here
I fought you’d like to meet it
It’s big and grey and rubbery
And now I’m gonna eat it! |
song | I THOUGHT no more was needed
Youth to polong
Than dumb-bell and foil
To keep the body young.
O who could have foretold
That thc heart grows old?
Though I have many words,
What woman's satisfied,
I am no longer faint
Because at her side?
O who could have foretold
That the heart grows old?
I have not lost desire
But the heart that I had;
I thOught 'twould burn my body
Laid on the death-bed,
For who could have foretold
That the heart grows old? |
evil | with just a glance
a small glance into your eyes
I saw your evil
evil eyes
and evil mind
I felt it in my bones
but I didn’t understand it
for you looked so normal
besides those evil eyes
such a kind smile
I thought
I must be wrong
for you are but a normal guy
for you were a pretty boy
beautiful blonde hair
that perfect smile
you had it all
everything a girl wants
and even more
for I found out
your were not just what every girl wanted
you are also what every girl fears as well
you are both what we search for
and what we run from
such a deadly combo |
green | SMALL is the trust when love is green
In sap of early years;
A little thing steps in between
And kisses turn to tears.
Awhile - and see how love be grown
In loveliness and power!
Awhile, it loves the sweets alone,
But next it loves the sour.
A little love is none at all
That wanders or that fears;
A hearty love dwells still at call
To kisses or to tears.
Such then be mine, my love to give,
And such be yours to take:-
A faith to hold, a life to live,
For lovingkindness' sake:
Should you be sad, should you be gay,
Or should you prove unkind,
A love to hold the growing way
And keep the helping mind:-
A love to turn the laugh on care
When wrinkled care appears,
And, with an equal will, to share
Your losses and your tears. |
sometimes | Here I am tonight,
I know it’s not alright,
Something’s just not right…
When I look into your eyes,
I can see all the lies.
Sometimes,
I wish this not be,
Sometimes,
I don’t want to believe,
Sometimes,
That we’re not to be,
Sometimes,
When I think about our memories……
Where you,
Lock your arms around me,
Letting our minds go free,
When you,
Sit by my side under the tree,
Hand in hand we can see,
The moonlight shining ever bright as can be,
How you, sing the song of our lullaby…
Sometimes,
I hum along this vivid tone,
Sometimes,
When I’m all alone,
Sometimes,
I still dream about you,
Sometimes,
All I can think of is you…
Since your trembling voice,
Muted……
When the sorrow siren,
Ended……
You left me in the rain,
Jaded……
When I last saw your face,
Faded…… |
money | Money is a kind of poetry.
- Wallace Stevens
Money, the long green,
cash, stash, rhino, jack
or just plain dough.
Chock it up, fork it over,
shell it out. Watch it
burn holes through pockets.
To be made of it! To have it
to burn! Greenbacks, double eagles,
megabucks and Ginnie Maes.
It greases the palm, feathers a nest,
holds heads above water,
makes both ends meet.
Money breeds money.
Gathering interest, compounding daily.
Always in circulation.
Money. You don't know where it's been,
but you put it where your mouth is.
And it talks. |
friend | My most Distinguished Guest and Learned Friend,
The pallid hare that runs before the day
Having brought your earnest counsels to an end
Now have I somewhat of my own to say:
That it is folly to be sunk in love,
And madness plain to make the matter known,
There are no mysteries you are verger of;
Everyman's wisdoms these are, and my own.
If I have flung my heart unto a hound
I have done ill, it is a certain thing;
Yet breathe I freer, walk I the more sound
On my sick bones for this brave reasoning?
Soon must I say, " 'Tis prowling Death I hear!"
Yet come no better off, for my quick ear. |
racism | Signs appearing in the middle of an afternoon rush
at Wendy's.
People of all colors, creeds, religions, and races
together, laughing, talking, getting along fantastically.
So much for racism here in America, it is just a lie
perpetrated by obama and all his racist friends.
Letting the entire world know, that here we accept one
another as people, individuals only.
Nothing going on here, no hatred or intolerance, only
what obama and George Soros are paying people to do.
They're trying to make it look like America is prejudiced,
yet it is the farthest thing from the truth.
Only problem we have here now are the muslims who are
intolerant, prejudiced and racists, wanting sharia law.
Yet it goes completely against our Constitution, and the
morals of our country, it will never be the law here!
The world can count on it, as God Blesses America, the
home of the brave and the land of the free! |
justice | when i die,
you can burn
this body,
and take the ashes
to the street
down in front of
the housing projects,
where people live
day to day,
moment to moment,
just trying to survive...
or you can take them
to the countries ravaged
by starvation,
and pour them out
on the side of the road
where families are dying...
or you can take them
to any street corner
in the world, where young
boys and girls are sold like meat,
and take your hands
and rub them on their ashen faces...
or you can take them
to Washington, DC,
to where the Congress
is meeting, and pour them
on the floor, each tiny flake
of ash screaming out for justice! |
despair | How can we affirm our own existence?
Cogito ergo sum, Descartes said,
I think therefore I am.
But wait!
Who is doing the thinking?
The body?
Am I my body?
Well, Descartes explained, we are talking about
Two incompatible substances:
The unextended and indivisible mind
In contrast with the extended and divisible matter,
Res cogitans versus res extensa.
Yes, but am I my body?
How is the contact created
Between the mental
And the physical worlds?
Princess Elizabeth of the Palatinate asked.
Well, somewhere at the base of the brain,
In the pineal gland, replied the philosopher.
Oh, I have a problem with that,
The princess remarked.
For, if the brain exists in space,
How can the non-spatial mind dwell in it?
And Descartes threw up his hands
In despair. |
future | We must wait for the future to see
Which is the land, which is the sea?
We must wait for the time to decide
Who are the slaves, who are the free?
We must wait for the future to see
Is the world ours, is the world thee?
We must wait for the future to see
Is the man peaceful, is the mind free?
We must wait for the future to see
I love you? Do you love me?
You will be mine I will be thee
I can dream it, I can see |
racism | The racism erases
the beautiful memories
and it believes
in the perfect
world
The racism is
a too big
and horrible problem
It is a
wrong and impure
mistake
The racism is
a bad and
public thought
The racism is
played by the
poors of reasons
The racism doesn't
live in the
jungle but it
lives in the
modern society
I'm against the
racism
The racists are
cursed because they
are false
For me the
racism resides in
the hate
For the innocents
the racism is
lost war
For me the
racism doesn't exist
in a citizen
world
For me the
racism is a
terrible suffering
It can't stand
the harmony and
the heart of
a bay
It survives in
the evident darkness
The racism hates
the comfortable and
hospitable villa
The racism serves
the big Evil
It doesn't use
the magic
It wants to
destroy the balance
between the people
For the angels
the racism is
a shame and
a bright lie |
evil | evil has came down to earth
haunting people that nows
right from wrong
am i the the one to cause this
if i did show me prof
Am i evil for believing what i do?
Am i evil for not agreeing with you?
Can't i be right and you wrong,
maybe your weak and im strong
you never now when
you walk out of place
saying i wish i could go back
and re-take
my steps but
i want to now if
i am evil or am i not
show me a sign
that i never forgot
and then i will
now from the day
i start
what i did to be
on the evil's list
the evil is planting
his plot
showing people
that may
never forgot
what should i say
to be off your list
and what i
did to be on it
your list
but i just want to
prove you that
your wrong
and i'm right
so what should i do
to be not evil
in my way
or not |
null | The Son of God who became a human being
did walk upon the water of the Sea of Galilee,
when He came to set all men free
from sin and His love still is something amazing
and when I hear the birds sing their praises in spring
then I see the One who made things like they are supposed to be
and the humiliation of that dark Calvary does stay with me
as humanity’s most terrible crushing thing
but although the Prince does not walk on this earth anymore
He still at times comes visiting in disguise
and when a poor beggar knocks at the door
I do some great caution exercise
as Jesus does change lives from what they have been before
and in that wretched man the Lord God I might just recognize. |
culture | The earth has been shaped and forged
For over 4.5 billion years, there is no hurry
Ice formed and shaped the valley,
Plates collided, they were in no hurry.
Mountains climbed, some would say 7
7 culture mountains, they'd be business,
Government, media, arts, and entertainment,
Education - the family and religion.
7 mountains sitting on the throne
On the throne of the earth,6 chess pieces
6 physical 3D realms… 1 spiritual
Now, this is a battlefield for change agents.
This calling and a catalyst for change!
They want you to infiltrate the mountains.
To be their salt and light a mustard seed
For change and build a new earth.
In 4.5 billion years man might just be a fish.
Good for nothing on some distant frozen planet
But on a hook still where there's no hurry
Swallowing orbs golden of starlight.
Ye are the salt of the earth:
But if the salt has lost its savour,
Wherewith shall it be salted?
"Can strategies cause a tipping point in culture? "
Their argument is it has before. |
home | 207
Tho' I get home how late—how late—
So I get home - 'twill compensate—
Better will be the Ecstasy
That they have done expecting me—
When Night—descending—dumb—and dark—
They hear my unexpected knock—
Transporting must the moment be—
Brewed from decades of Agony!
To think just how the fire will burn—
Just how long-cheated eyes will turn—
To wonder what myself will say,
And what itself, will say to me—
Beguiles the Centuries of way! |
son | The answer to do you love me isn't, I married you, didn't I?
Or, Can't we discuss this after the ballgame is through?
It isn't, Well that all depends on what you mean by 'love'.
Or even, Come to bed and I'll prove that I do.
The answer isn't, How can I talk about love when
the bacon is burned and the house is an absolute mess and
the children are screaming their heads off and
I'm going to miss my bus?
The answer is yes.
The answer is yes.
The answer is yes. |
null | The unknown author of the ‚Epistle of Prayer‘ says:
„Whoso draweth near to God as it is
by such a reverent affection touched
before, he is one spirit with God.
That is, though all that God and he be two
and sere in kind, nevertheless yet in grace
they are so knit together that they are but one in spirit;
And all this is one for onehead of love
and accordance of will; and in the onehead is marriage
made between God and the soul the which shall never be broken…." (The Epistle of Prayer, in Pepwell's edition of „The Cell of Self knowledge", edited by Edmund Gardner, P.88) . |
joy | Christmas, a joyful time of year.
Fun-filled days, lots of holiday cheer.
Children all over the world, year after year,
Wait for this special day in the hopes
of many gifts to open and play.
How soon we forget, the true
meaning of Christmas.
Sweet Jesus was born on this joyous day.
In a manger in Bethlehem oh, so far away.
No pillow for his head.
No blanket for his bed.
A true gift from God, our Father
Let us praise him instead.
Written: Dec.2/06 |
hate | I had a bitter enemy,
His heart to hate he gave,
And when I died he swore that he
Would dance upon my grave;
That he would leap and laugh because
A livid corpse was I,
And that's the reason why I was
In no great haste to die.
And then - such is the quirk of fate,
One day with joy I read,
Despite his vitalizing hate
My enemy was dead.
Maybe the poison in his heart
Had helped to haste his doom:
He was not spared till I depart
To spit upon my tomb.
The other day I chanced to go
To where he lies alone.
'Tis easy to forgive a foe
When he is dead and gone. . . .
Poor devil! Now his day is done,
(Though bright it was and brave,)
Yet I am happy there is none
To dance upon my grave. |
null | SPIRIT of Loveliness! Heart of my heart!
Flying so far from me, Heart of my heart!
Above the eastern hill, I know the red leaves thrill,
But thou art distant still, Heart of my heart!
Sinning, I’ve searched for thee, Heart of my heart!
Sinning, I’ve dreamed of thee, Heart of my heart!
I know no end nor gain; amongst the paths of pain
I follow thee in vain, Heart of my heart!
Much have I lost for thee, Heart of my heart!
Not counting the cost for thee, Heart of my heart!
Through all this year of years thy form as mist appears,
So blind am I with tears, Heart of my heart!
Mighty and mournful now, Heart of my heart!
Cometh the Shadow-Face, Heart of my heart!
The friends I’ve left for thee, their sad eyes trouble me—
I cannot bear to be, Heart of my heart! |
despair | we say we will
spend some time
for the season
take a walk in
the autumn groove
enjoy the trees
the leaves and
the soft rustle
at our feet
that gently bids
goodbye to another
season of gold and amber
we never let it
dig our heart
to catch a leaf or two
they fall, resigned
to the fact that
we will never
have time
trail the last wind
and listlessly
to the ground
like jilted lovers
soon the snow will
bury them and our wish
to explore the season
Spring will see us
caught up with another year
like fish in a net with the water
just inches away |
greed | The world's wrapped up in politics and loves big finance too
I find it quite depressing in large quantities, it's true
It's good to have the knowledge, and to know what's going on
But when it starts to rule the world, then everything goes wrong
There's so much hate out in this world, It's such a crying shame
People pointing fingers and so quick to place the blame
Intolerant of others, and unwilling to diffuse
With sociopaths in charge, war is always in the news
I wish that we could coexist, respect our fellow man
Quit hating other ways of life that we don't understand
But in politics and finance, war profiteering, grows and thrives
Yes, it's all about the money, not at all about the lives
I am not apathetic, I just can't stand it any more
I do not wish to witness so much suffering and war
If I focus on the travesty of all thats going down
I can not breathe, I suffocate, my spirit starts to drown |
star | Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devil's foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy's stinging,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.
If thou be'st born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
Till age snow white hairs on thee,
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me,
All strange wonders that befell thee,
And swear,
No where
Lives a woman true, and fair.
If thou find'st one, let me know,
Such a pilgrimage were sweet;
Yet do not, I would not go,
Though at next door we might meet;
Though she were true, when you met her,
And last, till you write your letter,
Yet she
Will be
False, ere I come, to two, or three. |
hope | Though I have watched so many mourners weep
O'er the real dead, in dull earth laid asleep—
Those dead seemed but the shadows of my days
That passed and left me in the sun's bright rays.
Now though you go on smiling in the sun
Our love is slain, and love and you were one.
You are the first, you I have known so long,
Whose death was deadly, a tremendous wrong.
Therefore I seek the faith that sets it right
Amid the lilies and the candle-light.
I think on Heaven, for in that air so dear
We two may meet, confused and parted here.
Ah, when man's dearest dies,'tis then he goes
To that old balm that heals the centuries' woes.
Then Christ's wild cry in all the streets is rife:—
"I am the Resurrection and the Life." |
ocean | Like the Ocean kissed The Sky
At the most beautiful place under the sun,
For true love is so hard to find
but we just keep searching
for our soul can be complete
It's in that lovely special place
of bluest of blues which are both under
the sun that gives you so much beauty
It's where the ocean and sky
never ends kissed by the sun over and
over a again.
Our hearts come together to
kiss like the ocean kissed the sky
for our hearts are like two large waves
falling on one another over and over
again.
As i swim and you fly
we will meet at
where the ocean kissed the sky |
football | In the retinue of
The carrion and paper airplanes
Contrived-
Careening forwards through the
Madness of
Dishonor-
The waves like the
Zygotes of misinformed poltergeists;
Until irretrievably other
Avenues
With friends and
Lights
Offering sweet fruits buttered with meats
At the doorsteps of
The wildfires of unresolved holidays-
Already smothered underfoot,
And carefully dishonored,
Blinded-
The diamonds of a unrequited
Nest,
Pilfered to the aeries of
Amnesiac stewardesses;
And in this way misplaced forever
Into the firmament of
Simulacrum and marionettes
Holding their breath futilely as she drives away
Without a second look down the highway
Of a football player’s boredom. |
romance | This I know... I have one!
She is very special
I think she’s beautiful
And so very unusual...
She is intelligent,
also very sensual,
Both of which are to me
Relationship essentials
What most brought her to me
Was her sweet empathy
Which I appreciate
Most since I lost Peggy
She’s not a replacement,
I love her for her Self
She’s what it took to get
This widower off the shelf
She’s my loved Marina
from her head to her feet
And she has what it takes
To make my life complete
She’s lovely and I say
She’s my Russian Treasure
Gold has value, but my
Lady’s beyond measure |
star | As I stare upon you, Evening Star
From the land where sorrows reign
I envy you, oh star of night
Who never has known pain
Star you shine with hope and peace,
For all the world to see.
Brightest of the stars tonight,
One wish might you grant me?
I do not wish for the magic
Of the Fairies' song
Its sweet true tune would not survive
Amid our mortal throng.
Nor do I wish to own the power
To rule the earth and sea,
For power only robs a man
Of Strength and dignity.
I do not wish to love a man
Or another's love obtain
For love upon this world of hate,
Can only end in pain.
I dare not wish for life eternal
To never age a day,
To live and watch my loved ones die
Is a price I cannot pay.
Star, shining in the heavens.
Light and life you share
This one wish I ask of you
Might I join you there? |
family | I have special family memories
Of when I was just a child
My family did things together
More often than once in awhile
We would go to church together
Then afterward a Sunday drive
With roast beef and mashed potatoes
When back home we’d later arrive
We’d to go the movies on occasion
My mom, dad, brother and me
I remember especially seeing Bambi
Although that was sad for me to see
But family is so important
It creates a special bond
I have many family memories
Of which I’m so terribly fond! |
star | Lo! in the paintedoriel of the West,
Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines,
Like a fair lady at her casement, shines
The evening star, the star of love and rest!
And then anon she doth herself divest
Of all her radiant garments, and reclines
Behind the sombre screen of yonder pines,
With slumber and soft dreams of love oppressed.
O my beloved, my sweet Hesperus!
My morning and my evening star of love!
My best and gentlest lady! even thus,
As that fair planet in the sky above,
Dost thou retire unto thy rest at night,
And from thy darkened window fades the light. |
summer | A drop fell on the apple tree,
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables laugh.
A few went out to help the brook,
That went to help the sea.
Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,
What necklaces could be!
The dust replaced in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The orchards spangles hung.
The breezes brought dejected lutes,
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fete away. |
happiness | In Lusher park I met a young woman in her early twenties maybe
The sun was in her golden hair she said good day to me
A happy smile lit up her face and warmth in her friendly hi
And all around the sunlit park she spread her gift of joy.
A woman happy in herself and of care she did seem free
The brighter and happier side of life her type can only see
A woman with a cheery smile and warmth in her hello
She will spread her gift of happiness where ever she will go.
The lories and rosellas chirped on the trees and white backed magpie sung
And there was warmth in the breeze and the day was fresh and young
As she walked on down the pathway the one with the inner glow
And the brightness that is in her soul in her body language show.
I was feeling in a neutral mood not happy or not sad
Not feeling sorry for myself or angry with the World my life is not so bad
Till a young woman with a cheerful smile greeted me with a good day
And she spread her gift of happiness as she walked upon her way. |
null | Here Holy Willie's sair worn clay
Taks up its last abode;
His saul has ta'en some other way,
I fear, the left-hand road.
Stop! there he is, as sur's a gun,
Poor, silly body, see him;
Nae wonder he's as black's the grun,
Observe wha's standing wi' him.
Your brunstane devilship, I see,
Has got him there before ye;
But haud your nine-tail cat a wee,
Till ance you've heard my story.
Your pity I will not implore,
For pity ye have nane;
Justice, alas! has gi'en him o'er,
And mercy's day is gane.
But hear me, Sir, deil as ye are,
Look something to your credit;
A coof like him wad stain your name,
If it were kent ye did it. |
sometimes | Here I am with my heart
Giving what I can give
Every peace moments whiles
So much giving from their smiles
I have you as you have me
Inside love and outside out
Everything most people talk about
I don’t want to show loneliness
Though it greets me every day
Sometimes I feel all with pleasure inside
While the shadows away will glide
Every friend indeed needs a friend
Giving their need and efforts lend
Sometimes I feel all with pleasure inside
While the shadows away will glide
Every friend indeed needs a friend
Giving their need and efforts lend
Here I am with my heart
Walking miles of inside roads
Feeling something to do or start
With every mood in down low loads
All my friends are just like this
Feelings lonely in what they miss
Sometimes I feel all with pleasure inside
While the shadows away will glide
Every friend indeed needs a friend
Giving their need and efforts lend
Here I am with my heart
Giving what I can give
Here I am with my heart
Walking miles of inside roads |
null | Cytherea, thy dainty Adonis is dying!
Ah, what shall we do?
O Nymphs, let it echo, the voice of your crying,
The greenwood through!
O Forest-maidens, smite on the breast,
Rend ye the delicate-woven vest!
Let the wail ring wild and high:
'Ah for Adonis!' cry.
O Sappho, how canst thou chant the bliss
Of Kypris — after such day as this?
'Oh Adonis, thou leavest me — woe for my lot!
And Eros, my servant, availeth me not!'
So wails Cytherea, grief-distraught.
'Who shall console me for thee? There is none —
Not Ares my god-lover, passionate one
Who sware in his jealousy forth to hale
Hephaestus my spouse from his palace, if he
Dared but to lift his eyes unto me.
Not he can console me, Adonis, for thee!'
Wail for Adonis, wail! |
faith | When the road gets dark
And you can no longer see
Just let my love throw a spark
And have a little faith in me
And when the tears you cry
Are all you can believe
Just give these loving arms a try
And have a little faith in me
And
Chorus:
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
When your secret heart
Cannot speak so easily
Come here darlin’
From a whisper start
To have a little faith in me
And when your back’s against the wall
Just turn around and you will see
I will catch, I will catch your fall baby
Just have a little faith in me
***This is a song thats one of my favorits of all time i heard it on the movie 'Benny and Joon' and have loved it ever since.*** |
night | I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night. |
null | Pleurez mes yeux, et vous fondez en eau,
Toute ma joie est enclose au tombeau.
Un jeune enfant, ma chère nourriture
Vient d'être mis dans cette sépulture.
Qui le croirait ! c'est le petit Rondeau.
Je fus son père, et sa mère Isabeau.
Ô vous jadis qui le vîtes si beau,
Chaste Julie, après cette aventure,
Pleurez.
Et toi, Phébus, trace de ton pinceau
Dessus sa tombe un superbe tableau,
Où soient dépeints en moult belle figure
Les plus hauts faits du feu petit Voiture ;
Pour vous, passants, voyant cet écriteau,
Pleurez. |
friend | FEAR not, dear friend, but freely live your days
Though lesser lives should suffer. Such am I,
A lesser life, that what is his of sky
Gladly would give for you, and what of praise.
Step, without trouble, down the sunlit ways.
We that have touched your raiment, are made whole
From all the selfish cankers of man's soul,
And we would see you happy, dear, or die.
Therefore be brave, and therefore, dear, be free;
Try all things resolutely, till the best,
Out of all lesser betters, you shall find;
And we, who have learned greatness from you, we,
Your lovers, with a still, contented mind,
See you well anchored in some port of rest. |
null | Although I had been hurt severely by love,
far too long I had been searching for you.
Far too long through this world I did rove,
but never did I want to remove
even a single moment even if we did argue.
Although I had been hurt severely by love,
now our love, our commitment does prove
its own value even if painful things you do.
Far too long through this world I did rove,
even if I sometimes do disapprove
still together we do continue.
although I had been hurt severely by love,
you do remain the one, who fits my life like a glove,
with whom happiness I want to pursue.
Far too long through this world I did rove,
before together we did move
and when I met you all of my wildest dreams came true,
although I had been hurt severely by love;
far too long through this world I did rove… |
fear | I fear not of tomorrow
The dark scares me not
I am not full of sorrow
Although I've weeped a lot
What I fear is not on paper
There are no words big enough
I am not a hater
Although this world can be so tough
What I fear is much deeper
It is not simply cold or hot
What makes me a weeper
Is the fear of loosing all I've got
It's the fear of fear itself
That keeps me up at night
The fear of fear itself
Is what keeps happiness out of my sight
It's the fear of putting all plans on the shelf
That makes me afraid of loosing my very self
The fear of scaring away
Who I am inside
Is what makes me
So afraid I hide |
butterfly | Love is like a butterfly
never here nor there
high or low
not really watching where to go.
A first love is like a butterfly
hatching out of a cocoon
we are amazed by the beauty
of this new feeling.
True love is like a butterfly
spreading its wings
and starting towards the sky
knowing that they want to have this forever.
Loosing love is like a butterfly
laying its eggs then flying away to die
leaving them in this big world all alone
knowing nothing familiar only home.
Wanting for love is like a butterfly
still as a caterpillar
wanting those wings
to be just like his friends.
Love is like a butterfly
Trying to spread its wing and fly
Love is like a butterfly
It can stay or it can die.
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beach | When Mother was a young girl,
what would she have felt
to be shown how her life would turn out—
her husband and sons,
and how things went with the family,
later a grandchild dead at 13,
four surviving to bring in
still another generation?
When she was on the beach, say,
in Atlantic City in that picture from the'30s,
skin fair and fresh as apple flesh,
looking into the camera
like a comet at a sky
it's about to cross?
Could she have seen
the crone she is at 85,
Or leaving her beloved east coast
for a life in the midwest?
I don't think so. Nor
the dignity life has conferred upon her
through hard choices
and tears. |
son | He is the Joy a Son brings
sunny eyed;
whip smart
and kind.
A father
and a father alone
can know the pride
of the offspring
who grows
man hood tall
whose steady eye
and large tent heart
which could be fooled
by the devious
but not destroyed.
For all that words may
not convey
Son let me say
how much you mean to me
and others
you have helped along the way
by being the you
that paused to give mouth to mouth
to an elderly stranger;
adopted sisters and younger brothers;
stayed close to your mother
never forgot your Dad
reached back
even when it hurt
built your life on solid earth
and to this day
celebrates life, undeterred
in your own unique way.
Job well done. |
null | (after Matthew Arnold)
Tonight over the sea there are small lights,
Cape Town against Table Mountain lying bright
where it is flat against the evening sky
and in the distance a liner passes by
while the surging spray breaks over False Bay,
forevermore on Africa waves toss and play.
The stream of life did into the sea go
with joy, grace and hope in its ebb and flow
but debris, broken pieces are washed ashore
with pollution caught in the breaking roar
while the surging spray breaks over False Bay,
forevermore on Africa waves toss and play.
Stars sparkle and the light wind furls through your hair
while on the beach we are the only pair
and you swear to be true eternally,
a bright beacon in the darkness we see
while the surging spray breaks over False Bay,
forevermore on Africa waves toss and play.
[Reference: “Dover Beach” by Matthew Arnold.] |
faith | Now, in twilight, on the palace steps
the king asks forgiveness of his lady.
He is not
duplicitous; he has tried to be
true to the moment; is there another way of being
true to the self?
The lady
hides her face, somewhat
assisted by the shadows. She weeps
for her past; when one has a secret life,
one's tears are never explained.
Yet gladly would the king bear
the grief of his lady: his
is the generous heart,
in pain as in joy.
Do you know
what forgiveness mean? it mean
the world has sinned, the world
must be pardoned -- |
null | Autrement dit, dans les sociétés normales, on ne fait pas obstacle à la parole mais on classe différemment les gens. Les savants pondérés et éminents sont écoutés avec grand respect. Les satiristes sont écoutés avec un moindre respect et avec perplexité. Les racistes et les antisémites sont écoutés à travers un filtre d'opprobre et sans respect. Les gens qui veulent être écoutés attentivement doivent le mériter par leur conduite.
C'est organique, belle et rose, romantique; pourtant, les sociétés ne font pas de guerre, les entreprises n'hésiter à le faire. |
future | Kid's use your mind's
Don't fall behind......
You're the future.
Kids use your minds......
Lets take it one step at a time......
Don't break the rules......
Lets stay in school......
So that ys can,
Have a brighter future......
Kids use your minds......
Don't fall behind......
You're the future.
Knowledge is the power
And the key......
Use it to build a brighter future,
And to make a better world......
Don't give into negativity and
Stay away from drugs lets....
Stay drug free......
Kids use your minds......
Don't fall behind......
You're the future. |
null | So that each
is its own, now—each has fallen, blond stillness.
Closer, above them,
the damselflies pass as they would over water,
if the fruit were water,
or as bees would, if they weren't
somewhere else, had the fruit found
already a point more steep
in rot, as soon it must, if
none shall lift it from the grass whose damp only
softens further those parts where flesh
goes soft.
There are those
whom no amount of patience looks likely
to improve ever, I always said, meaning
gift is random,
assigned here,
here withheld—almost always
correctly
as it's turned out: how your hands clear
easily the wreckage;
how you stand—like a building for a time condemned,
then deemed historic. Yes. You
will be saved. |
greed | A food bubble ready to burst?
Cuz speculators on Wall Street
Drive high food prices to their worst,
To bank big buck bets as we eat.
Some say deregulation made
A mess of food demand/supply.
The have nots hungry, while haves trade
To make money on sell or buy.
Most haves worry most of their worth
In terms of money and eat well,
While hunger ravages the Earth.
Fat cat heaven makes hunger hell.
Money feeds the global food biz.
What of we eat wherein greed tiz. |
null | Palinode For The Real Patriot
January 10, 2020
O, real patriot!
How to love country you have showed!
Loving rules, loving people,
Establishing the proper state of love and rule;
Now, here in the name of patriotism
Hyper hypocrisy runs as old maxim,
In the name of loving human and humanity
Run butchery, cheating, corruptions speedily,
How they do deal!
If you saw this, you this would only peril,
O, real patriot!
Among human beings you are the greatest!
This palinode is a so little tribute!
To the comparison you are so great!
All over the world those great follow you
Who wanna stand in the line headed by you. |
racism | their coarse voices
Wow! Chinaman s-peak-s En-gli-sh
amplified
by a room of silence
... my Bruce Lee kick in the air
Note: Bruce Lee (27 November 1940 - 20 July 1973) was a Chinese American and Hong Kong actor, and founder of the Jeet Kune Do (The Way of the Intercepting Fist) martial arts movement. He is highly-regarded and most-loved by his movie fans and martial art followers, viewed by many martial art commentators as 'inarguably' the greatest martial arts star of his generation. |
null | Life is in a frame
often treated as a game
no scope to leave
but to start tramping
to face all colors around,
From beginning to end
all have to tramp
the earth is but a station
no scope to stay for long
all are waiting ahead,
For, life is a running epic
pages are increasing
everyday and night
except any accident
it must be finished,
It shall have acceptality
to the life maker,
so, the very regulations
are given before
should be followed in it,
What is unexpected
is always uncounted
none can make chance
chance is made by causes
people call that fate,
Fate is to be believed
roles are to be played
roles playing is main
then fate comes
for failure or success,
Which are the roles
how to be played
must to be known first
only then a player can try
and life long strive.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 10/08/2016 |
crazy | I care not what the sailors say:
All those dreadful thunder-stones,
All that storm that blots the day
Can but show that Heaven yawns;
Great Europa played the fool
That changed a lover for a bull.
Fol de rol, fol de rol.
To round that shell's elaborate whorl,
Adorning every secret track
With the delicate mother-of-pearl,
Made the joints of Heaven crack:
So never hang your heart upon
A roaring, ranting journeyman.
Fol de rol, fol de rol. |
believe | i have tried blocking my ears
while he called you things you were not,
but the epithets were heart-rending
i have tried looking away
while he beat you up
but your doleful screams of help
held me back
i have tried calling 10111
but the line just went dead
i have tried defending you
but my arms just went numb
i have tried callind 10177
but they were out of ambulances
i have tried calling your neighbour, too
but he went fishing that day
and the lads across the street
they went boozing
i have tried reasoning with him
but he called me an outsider
your sister was in labour
your mother lay sick abed
your brother ducking and diving in Darfur
your father partying at club Numbers
so i locked myself in my room
hoping that God's mercy would intervene
and now as i stand above
your lifeless body bathed in blood
i curse myself for my helplessness
but believe me, i have tried! |
null | Poetry Is Not For The Faint Of Heart (Italian Sonnet)
Poetry is not for the faint of heart
Its filled with metaphors and similes
Many poems are even filled with trees
Poetry at its best is a fine art
Certain poetic forms are hard to start
Some poems mention the birds and the bees
I've even written about dogs and fleas
Which came first the wheelbarrow or the cart
I'll write poems until the day I die
Yet who knows what content they will contain
One thing is certain only time will tell
Some of my poems stink I will not lie
Others may even be considered vain
And Dante wrote about a place called hell
. 9/18/2015 |
believe | I believe in your rising and falling
I believe in your smiles and tears
i believe in your joys and pains
i believe in your seed and name
i believe in your sunrise and sunset
i believe in your clouds and raindrops
i believe in your moon and galaxy of stars
i believe in you struggles and hopes
i believe in your desires and angels
i believe in your soil
i believe in your future
i believe in your generation
'cos i believe in you |
mother | A mother is a child
She is younger than her children
That is why she learns from them
She learns the value
Of overcoming sin
Temptation passes her by
Her Children are her mentors
She teaches them while
They teach her…… Perfect
A Mother loves her child
With her life ……. Nothing more
She is burdened by love
She cares, She loves
She’s our mother
We love her
A team of the greatest
A mother and her child
One can’t live without the other
They run a race
A relay
Her love powers her
She can over come
All things
Just dig a little deeper
They are the strongest
A mother and her child
Nothing can separate their bond
Emotions pay a truce
A battle can be mended
Strongly from their hearts
She follows a God
A being not be seen
And so does her child
Her child follows her
They make her feel the love
What more could we want |
null | They stand the test of time in fields of gold,
considered best when husks have ripened fine
for cutting wheat then too should corn be told,
whilst autumn tends the scorn before this sign?
Considered best when husks hath ripened fine
that harvest trusts the sun for the per cent
whilst autumn tends the scorn before this sign
could night time too retract whilst too it leant.
That harvest trusts the sun for the per cent,
retrieving light through its persistent lapse
could night time too retract what too it leant
against the moonlit ochres made perhaps?
Retrieving light through its persistent lapse
surveying sweet tagettes as host grandeur,
against the moonlit ochres of perhaps,
prepared by natures clock, the raconteur.
Surveying sweet tagettes as host grandeur
for cutting wheat then too should corn be told;
prepared by natures clock, the raconteur
they stand the test of time in fields of gold. |
null | ‘Enter without yr shoes'
I see written in yr throne
but when you see me at
yr door step you ask me
to enter without putting off,
are you not afraid of to be
ridiculed for breaking the rule
of your own self ? this is a
great puzzle, what is the
speciality in me so that
you allow me to make yr
room dirty? if you held
me in such a high esteem
would you then please in
sotto whisper tell me
the mystic meaning of
the riddle? |
lost | I.
All's over, then: does truth sound bitter
As one at first believes?
Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter
About your cottage eaves!
II.
And the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly,
I noticed that, to-day;
One day more bursts them open fully
---You know the red turns grey.
III.
To-morrow we meet the same then, dearest?
May I take your hand in mine?
Mere friends are we,---well, friends the merest
Keep much that I resign:
IV.
For each glance of the eye so bright and black,
Though I keep with heart's endeavour,---
Your voice, when you wish the snowdrops back,
Though it stay in my soul for ever!---
V.
Yet I will but say what mere friends say,
Or only a thought stronger;
I will hold your hand but as long as all may,
Or so very little longer! |
happy | Born is A New Year!
Gone is an old year;
Let’s add new cheer,
Live without fear.
Greet your neighbors;
Greet some strangers;
Greet all your friends;
And make amends.
’Tis never late
To change one’s fate;
Problems abate:
Wait for that date.
Forget past woes;
Forget chaos;
With hope, of course:
Thus, our life goes.
Abide in God;
Await His nod;
Avoid His rod,
And thank the Lord.
When God's with us,
There is no curse;
Walk without fuss;
He sure will bless.
Copyright by Dr John Celes
1-1-2006 |
null | Should you be moved to speak in anger dear
I ask that first you test your words alone.
If meaning's very clear, then is it fair?
Unleashed, harsh words will travel like a spear,
If anger stems from blunder of my own
You know I'll be contrite and seek repair.
Why not delay, so anger can abate?
Is it essential now that blame be found?
Attack invokes defense without much thought.
There's nothing risked delaying words that grate.
With calmer words we'll both seek common ground.
Use dulcet tones to reap the goal now sought.
My love, use whispers closely late tonight.
I love you, honey; I will make it right.
By Lawrence Eberhart |
null | A dark cloak does the evening fill,
people know a deadly virus by name,
throughout the world some are ill,
the strong wind to it has a sharp chill,
the world has changed nothing is the same.
A dark cloak does the evening fill,
there are marks on the windowsill,
suddenly a thunderstorm came,
throughout the world some are ill
and from China a deadly thing does kill
while the UN holds nobody to blame.
A dark cloak does the evening fill,
Scientists on television brag about their skill,
that people were not warned in time is a shame,
throughout the world some are ill,
outside everything is deadly still
all excuses now do sound very lame.
A dark cloak does the evening fill,
throughout the world some are ill, |
null | To The Immortal Soul (Dramatic Monologue)
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Mortal body talks to immortal soul,
O, immortal soul! O, great soul! !
I cry for you shall leave me,
And without you I have no key;
My all doors shall be close
Slowly I will be lost in these dusts,
Nothingness has surrounded
Once that was known great around;
For long I have to be at vanishing state
Yet with you have been written my fate,
Again at the time of ressurection
In me you shall take your position;
I am your cage
But you are my base,
Without you I have no existence
At your call is my presence;
Your state is mine endurance
With happiness or sadness,
I am pillarless
Standing on your branches;
Have you done well?
If yes, with you I am in heaven,
If no, with you I am in hell
So, see, your deeds are how important!
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 25 June, 2018 |
river | I dream of a heaven overlooking the river Nile
The Pyramids at a distance
Fishermen in rickety feluccas
A blazing September sunset
And you sitting next to me
Your face touched with a smile
Questions and confessions
Musings and impressions
Self-expression without permission
Soul searching free of inhibition
First experiences with no apprehension
Bliss and content beyond comprehension
Time frozen as emotions flow
A sense of security with an afterglow
Feelings soaring in crescendo
Tender words and sweet innuendo
Stolen moments to forever cherish
Shared memories that will never perish |
life | Life is a dream to some.
Drifting without a goal.
Life is a tragedy to others,
Without knowledge of the soul.
Life can be what you make it.
With courage undaunted and strong.
If you try to do the best you can.
Instead of just drifting along.
Life is earnest, Life is demanding,
When we live by Universal Law.
For the laws are unfailing and true,
For the flawless action we feel awe.
Universal Law was in the beginning,
And will last for ever more.
When we live by these Laws
Life will cease to be a chore.
So live a life of one who knows,
That unseen Laws govern all.
Then your life will run smoothly,
There will never be a fall. |
marriage | Call it a good marriage -
For no one ever questioned
Her warmth, his masculinity,
Their interlocking views;
Except one stray graphologist
Who frowned in speculation
At her h's and her s's,
His p's and w's.
Though few would still subscribe
To the monogamic axiom
That strife below the hip-bones
Need not estrange the heart,
Call it a good marriage:
More drew those two together,
Despite a lack of children,
Than pulled them apart.
Call it a good marriage:
They never fought in public,
They acted circumspectly
And faced the world with pride;
Thus the hazards of their love-bed
Were none of our damned business -
Till as jurymen we sat on
Two deaths by suicide. |
respect | I have respect for you
in so many different ways.
Your fire and your passion,
your kindness and your love,
your strength to fight through all the pain.
I openly admire you for your
determined honest ways.
I respect you for having
given me so much of your
patience and precious time.
The second chances when I have
screwed up like a foolish child.
I respect that you've taken all the time
to truly get to know me.
Broken through and down so many walls
that so many others never had the
courage to even try and climb.
I love and respect you for understanding
why the walls were there foe such a long time.
I respect and admire your rock hard
perseverance in the face of hate and doubt.
I truly can't tell you all the ways
I respect and love you for there's too
much there to count.
Just know that I love you dear,
respect you and hold you as a hero
that I so admire and who's loving
dedication and confidence I look to and aspire. |
frog | I heard a strange noise, very loud
Between the high shinning grass
Which looked like a very tall crowd
In a green ceremonial mass
I searched for the noisy source
And to my surprise I found
A frog dancing with incredible force
On the hard, soiled ground
The emerald frog shook his left leg
Spun around and waved his arms
Hopped twice like he was about to beg
And croaked loud, causing many alarms
He shook his hip 'round and 'round
And sang out loud with all his might
Between the grass, on the ground
The frog danced, Oh what a sight! |
courage | To refrain from gossip
When others delight in it,
To stand up for the absent person
Who is being abused.
It takes courage
To live honestly
Within your means,
And not dishonestly
On the means of others.
It takes courage
To be a real man or a true woman,
To hold fast to your ideals
When it causes you
To be looked upon
As strange and peculiar.
It takes courage
To be talked about,
And remain silent;
When a word would justify you
In the eyes of others,
But which you dare not speak
Because it would injure another.
It takes courage
To refuse to do something
That is wrong
Although everyone else
May be doing it
With attitudes as carefree
As a summer song.
It takes courage
To live according
To your own convictions,
To deny yourself
What you cannot afford.
To love your neighbor
As yourself! |
rain | All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quite, persistent rain.
What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often? Is it
that never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
will have for me
something other than this,
something not so insistent--
am I to be locked in this
final uneasiness.
Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out
of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness. |
moon | The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.
But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise. |
today | Open your eyes and you will see,
Just how beautiful our earth can be.
No animal would ever be rare,
If everyone would try to care.
Trees would not be lying dead,
And all of earth's animals would be fed.
All of the bears would have plenty of honey,
And there would even be carrots for every bunny.
If everyone picked up one piece of trash,
Our litter problem would be gone in a flash.
Tomorrow take a good look at the sky's new dawn,
And realize someday all of this might be gone.
Remember the important part that you play,
In saving our planet for a future day.
Our childrens' eyes with your help will see,
Just how beautiful our earth can be. |
beauty | A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink. |
respect | Some people die unsung
Even with heroic record nothing is sung
People forget their sacrifice
Even state fails to honor the promise
Dependent families run door to door
They helplessly watch and think about neighbor
They look at far distant sky
With only one questioning mind, why?
What drives people to sacrifice?
For motherland with simple advice
“Die for honorable cause and attain heaven”
Does this sentence make sense even?
The state suffers attitude
It looses the magnitude
The cause is lost in wilderness
People resent sacrifice and painfully face
All talks of honor becomes joke
The valor is lost behind thick smoke
No youth now prefers defense job
As their fair name is deliberately robbed
Give some respect to families
They want no mercy
Give them due share
Do not give them frightening stare |
memory | When snow like sheep lay in the fold
And wind went begging at each door,
And the far hills were blue with cold,
And a cloud shroud lay on the moor,
She kept the siege. And every day
We watched her brooding over death
Like a strong bird above its prey.
The room filled with the kettle's breath.
Damp curtains glued against the pane
Sealed time away. Her body froze
As if to freeze us all, and chain
Creation to a stunned repose.
She died before the world could stir.
In March the ice unloosed the brook
And water ruffled the sun's hair.
Dead cones upon the alder shook. |
laughter | One of a kind this cheerful sound
A child's laughter wherever it's found
From the giggling of a baby in a playpen
To the laughter of a toddler again and again
A child's laughter can bring a smile
To one who hasn't done so in such a long while
I know because that one was me
Until my daughter's laugh set mine free
A child's laughter so gleeful and pure
An innocence adults miss for sure
Laughter that can bring back the past
And memories of a youth that flew by so fast
A child's laughter can bring out the best
Of most any man when he's depressed
Cause his spirit that's fallen to soar
Until at last he laughs once more |
poetry | The poem, even a short time after being written,
seems no miracle; unwritten, it seems
something beyond the capacity of the gods.
*
Art is the means we have of undoing the damage of
haste. It's what everything else isn't.
*
You can't make poetry simply by avoiding clichés.
*
There's a point where plainness is no longer a virtue,
when it becomes excessively bald, wrenched.
*
You must believe: a poem is a holy thing -- a good poem,
that is. |
courage | Gather courage
There is no another chance
Once missed means lost at once
Love is no commodity
So you go for exchange everyday
If you have done any mistake
That can't be retaken
Once you have hurt someone
That shall not be forgotten
At no stage you have shown regret
Or cause for bad fate
You might have gone too far
So is the result leading to fear?
Make no love bid again
Else it may add pain
She shall be troubled often
And life shall be turned into hell from heaven
Accept the fate
As it is still not late
You are responsible for mess
So gather courage to face |
faith | your flairs and flares as yet gleaming
is never on the wane yet unfettered
flaming the fame of yours as protracting
is reasoned to the faith of love unearthly
the love of soul in embracing in desire
when benign words of love subtle true
whispers you at your askance cuddle you
as Hands of blessings blazing in disguise.
the blissful smiles on your grace undying
may lead you as high as you wink the sky
even reaching the moon and its blue
to rave up your beauty and glory yet unfazed. |
ocean | Enticing the freedom of the creviced earth
a young woman was fleeing the very
confines of her creature,
when she fell into the orphic mist of a fjord
that led to a blue, blue, ocean.
The seaweed agar, once dried in the sun,
provided her vitamins while the lox
from a tiny spring fed her minerals.
And within the narrow inlet of rock
she kept company with dozens of protected moas
whose feathers mimicked the nacreous of the beautiful shells.
Pierced by sadness and paralyzed in sudden oblivion,
she began to sharpen her wits & sort out contradiction.
Quoining a bed with a type of tinder wedge,
she embarked on the belief: there was life after death. |
baby | come baby...
come sweetheart...
let us change the classic way...
and break all rules...
come and don`t care about all..
ignore them...
don`t be shame...
there is no shameful with a feelings..
and let us feel the happiness...
the happiness which we created for...
come to give each other a love...
come to taste me as always you wished me..
come and let our bodies become as a one..
come and let me go so deep inside you..
come let us make a love.. |
cinderella | The birthing of articulated expression
will always find its means of entering
into the world outside and beyond
the inner recesses of our awareness.
I love the wee and trippy hours of the
after midnight when the glass slipper
lay glimmering aloof in the moonlight
and the weary dreamer sets some
ink of thoughts onto the parchment
of a woozy head - too early in the day
to be about one's inescapable routines
too late in the night to do but dream
This is the witching hour in a life
where most everything is transfixed
in the baffling clarity of cerebration
the muses dancing in glad celebration |
power | A bad habit they form as a young girl or boy
To have power over others some people enjoy
With personal power some are not satisfied
Their desire for top job they don't try for to hide
They need more than personal power to be seen to succeed
It is all about money and all about greed
One might say they do have big egos to feed
The more money they have the more they seem to need
Power and money are siblings it does seem that way
And money speaks every language some are known to say
The non greedy and non power hungry people one has to admire
The lust for large sums of money or power over others they never desire
They are not the type for to put others down
Or wish to be known as the best in the town. |
null | Woyese to hum mile na kahin, ajnabi se they,
Rishte na jane kaise kahan ke kabhi ke they.
Dekha jo unko aankhon ne chupke se keya kaha,
Alam ajeeb dil pe mere bebasi ke they.
Majboor kar ke jane kahan ja ke chup gaye,
Andaz badalon se dhanki roshni se they.
Who din bhi kaise din they ke unke liye mere,
Asar thore thore se deewangi ke they.
Mujhko pata chala hi nahin le gaye woh dil,
Dil ke irade unse zara dillagi ke they.
Thori si cher char per roothe they kistarah,
Andaz thore thore zara berukhi se they.
Ghusse ki chadar orhkar kab tak chupao ge,
Honton ke zaviey to tumhare hansi ke they. |
girl | Where do you go, girl,
when you fall asleep?
for even when we've spent a passion's time,
you, all woman and all animal,
and then drift gently into sleep
and I to watch you drift -
you're straight away a girl again.
Do you dream a girlhood's dearest dreams?
or roam a woman's world?
What girlhood's safe, safe place
do you retreat to
in your private sleep?
Was it when the only man to love
was your beloved father,
still recovering from a wartime's hangover
with alcohol - and your so fierce, despairing help?
Where do you go in sleep?
while I now watch this unknown girl;
an upper lip that asks so innocently
to be kissed?
And lower lip that just so innocently
enjoys?
Where do you go, girl,
so far, so many years away from me?
Where do you go, girl? |
believe | Four elements, fire, earth, air and water,
Each on the calendar takes a quarter.
Fire and water together do not mix,
Fire always needs air, for that is its fix.
Earth, air and water that is a trio.
In what section would we find our Leo.
Horoscopes are some peoples obsession,
All the forecasts would give one depression.
You may believe them or you may not,
But quite frankly, I do not care a jot.
I’m an Aries and I’m a fiery one.
A Ram, well Ewe, when all is said and done.
Whatever prediction, for good or ill,
Will on a few occasions fit the bill.
Astrology will continue to lure,
All who feel readings can foretell ‘Amour’.
© Ernestine Northover |
null | The gentle rain these sad gardens drink
To the harbour beyond goes home again,
As street lamps and orange foglights prink
The gentle rain.
The vast bridge alone no night could stain,
But grey did subsume the sunset's pink,
And it shrouds even now the dawning's gain.
Across the harbour the city lights wink,
The link of gold in a priceless chain,
As leadened here we watch on silver's brink
The gentle rain.
(This is a roundel, a form invented by Swinburne) |
romantic | You told me once
My care is amazing
You enlightened me
My eyes are passionate
I understood right away
Intention of your lie
Conceived you then
As a romantic liar
I am hypnotized
By stimulating splendour
Your adoring features
Touched innocent sense
Aggressive and obsessive
Kiss, knotted me to you
You were sensitive
Not to let me free
You became my dream
You became my psyche
You became my vision
You became my life
When I tie the knot
Masquerade taken out
Exemplified your
Inner parts of guts
I am aware now
You entrapped me
I want to find out
A romantic lie to escape
Flee from you at once
Glided on seven skies
Voyaged ocean limits
Probing for harmony
When I turned around
Find your burning tears
Dear, I’m back again
To be with you forever
How I save my face
Grab your lovely heart
I am searching for
Another romantic lie
(Riyadh 28 June 2009) |
school | love school very much
! Good child.
I dream about school
every day.
! That's nice.
School is the soure to
succeed.
! oh i love school.
School is not where you go
and became to fight
! that's right.
School is the resolution of
education.
! oh i love learning.
school is not a toy to play with.
! that's right.
I hate when people are given
opportunity to learn and don`t
want to be serious.
! please be serious.
I love school and I will always
! Good child. |
remember | Remember me on a lonely day
When sadness takes you to a place
You do not want to go.
I’ll bring you roses to ease the pain
And provide you with a melody of hope;
We’ll walk to your favorite café,
Have a cappuccino, and talk about
Dreams we cannot let escape:
Children playing on Saturday,
Church bells chiming on Sunday,
An afternoon matinee,
Everything that makes
Life beautiful and true.
Dear Lady, if you’re ever too hurt
To make it through on your own,
Please remember me. |
null | What if this present were the worlds last night?
Marke in my heart, O Soule, where thou dost dwell,
The picture of Christ crucified, and tell
Whether that countenance can thee affright,
Teares in his eyes quench the amazing light,
Blood fills his frownes, which from his pierc'd head fell.
And can that tongue adjudge thee unto hell,
Which pray'd forgiveness for his foes fierce spight?
No, no; but as in my idolatrie
I said to all my profane mistresses,
Beauty, of pitty, foulnesse onely is
A sign of rigour: so I say to thee,
To wicked spirits are horrid shapes assign'd,
This beauteous forme assures a pitious minde. |
city | Las Vegas, Las Vegas, the city of dreams,
The city of triumph and utter disaster.
For you can win and gain a most vast amount,
But you can also loose without a count.
I advise you my friend, to watch yourself
With the up most of care and thought.
Stay away from the one arm bandits
And be careful of the thieves and
Hustlers which rob you in vain.
Stroll the streets for a meal which is cheap,
But I am sure sure that the food will be
Cut back, for then you will have more money
To play Black Jack.
I know that you cannot resist the temptation
Of having a bit of a gamble, but in order
To not appear like a spanner, be sure
To place your wages in a casual manner.
I am sure that the gambling will carry on
Throughout the dead of night, and no
one will stop your addiction, not even
Your wife!
So you are flat-broke and you are on your
Flight home, at least you have enjoyed
your time, but remember my friend, Las
Vegas is an ultimate unknown; for
It is the city of triumph and utter
Disaster. |
null | An owl soars over open sea
The fat blind bird in open range
Soars like eagles – incredibly!
He makes a scene, for he’s estranged.
The fat blind bird in open range.
The owl in the pacific air;
He makes a scene, for he’s estranged
He conquers every passing fear.
The owl in the pacific air.
The harsh sun and her seeping light;
He conquers every passing fear,
He travels both in day and night.
The harsh sun and her seeping light
Through the osprey and birds of prey
He travels both in day and night,
The fire for an all owl buffet
Through the osprey and birds of prey
An owl soars over open sea:
The fire for an all owl buffet,
Soars like eagles – incredibly!
Copyright ©2010 Leslie Alexis |
null | Aye I call you a pig and hog! Don’t worry same
Blood flows in me – Inhumane, my name I
Change and mood each time anew – A-bomb
Dingbat, bouncing-betty, Gelignite, ragsorter’s
Explosive, c4 plastic as I’m so materialistic;
Food I eat with automatic hand, just a stick
Geez! Some proteins and Vitamins inward
Hey! I push but result is a fat round belly outward
ira! All are trained idiots & cultured apes, is not a
Jeering tag as we forget all in the world is transient;
KO, my life is gone hither and thither, in water a
Literary splitter-splatter, and die in living. |
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