Global effect
The sun has got rusty
The tin-flaked light can wound deadly
The leafless trees have broken down
Their propeller engines.
Elongated people, full of holes
Penetrated by birds and pressing machines
Lie down on stretchers of the zebra crossing
To die.
Speakers sing
Astronauts screw stars
Computers count
The supreme failure.
And that is all,
Boredom stifles the vital enthusiasm
Distributed globally
And statistically.
poem by Rodica Elena Lupu from The Moment (2010), translated by Lilica Vanţ
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Screw It All
Screw the World
Screw my friends
Screw the lies that never end
Screw my mom
Screw my dad
Screw the way I feel sad
Screw my teachers
Screw my school
Screw the life of one man's rule
Screw my clothes
Screw my nose
All it is is a fake pose
Screw my body
Screw my face
Screw all the parts below my waist
Screw your life
And Screw mine
Screw the rich who drink and dine
Screw the poor
Screw the sick
All it is is a load of gick
Screw my money
Screw my car
Oh my God, I'm so sick of it all!
poem by Artemis Zeus
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I remember growing up thinking that astronauts and their job was the coolest thing you could possibly do... But I absolutely couldn't identify with the people who were astronauts. I thought they were movie stars.
quote by David M. Brown
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Statistically Speaking
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
From the viewpoint of a human being...
I detect us humans,
Are the least important things,
On this Earth.
And the water, grass and trees...
Are the 'real' things,
Mother Nature wishes more to treat!
I perceive our existence here,
Is not so high on the list.
Since we are an experiment.
Even though we choose to think of ourselves,
As the center of the universe.
And here to live in a permanence!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
We leech and feed,
Off what nature offers.
We know nothing but conflict!
And this chaos we foster.
There are laws created to discriminate.
Yet we discuss things loved...
And show how much we despise and hate.
We infiltrate and pillage,
Lands where others live.
We take without thought.
Causing blood to shed.
And worship heartache.
As we lay alone sleepless in our beds!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
With faith we fake brotherhood!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Believing prayer delivers escape!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
And cry like spoiled children!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
With no guilt of remorse to eliminate...
The taste of life,
Made of just frosted cake!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
We treat ourselves and others like sheep!
To fleece the wool.
Because we're full of bull!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
We take without thought.
Causing blood to shed.
And worship heartache.
As we lay alone,
Sleepless in our beds!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Yes!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Yes!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Yes!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Count Me Out Today
Today I don't want to be part
Of anything out there
Count me out today
Let the world
Turn without me
Let the birds sing
And the trees grow
And the people live
But not with me
Count me out today
Let the sun shine
On the roofs and the streets
Let the mountains stay proud
Let beauty stay beautiful
And ugly stay pitiful
But count me out today
I don't want to be part of it
No way
poem by Joan Marques
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A Group Of Bubbles
crossing the zebra crossing
a group of bubbles
following my daughter
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Broken Hearted People
Broken hearted people
We have all been dealt the mortal wound
Broken hearted people
We know that it is not a lethal wound
Broken hearted people
Loved like we all do
Until there is nothing left to lose
Broken hearted people
Have all paid our dues
Broken hearted people
We keep on loving because
Broken hearted people
We know there is nothing else to do
poem by Brian Kilpatrick
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Y..... Zebra
Zebra goes to drink
Crocodile jumps
Zebra escapes
Zebra tells son
Not to drink
At that lake
Son goes anyhow
Nothing happens
Son zebra returns
Son thinks
father zebra
does not make sense
Son goes again and again
Son convinced father is wrong
Until one day….
poem by Aufie Zophy
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Putting computers in their place
The age of computers and clever machines
Came from the minds of the human supremes
They thought it would ease
and relieve human plight
But the truth is it doesn't with thoughtful hindsight
They may do things quicker and save lots of space
No need for CD rack or even book case
I connect with the world just by moving my thumb
And check if tomorrow we'll get rain or sun
It's all very clever but here is the catch
What technology churns out a human can't match
So supreme own the world as all power they rob
And more and more people are losing their job
But poems and music and dance and great art
Set the machines and us quite far apart
From our brains come a wonder, it's what makes us great
The expression of art forms, desire to create
A computer falls flat on its binary face
In this one respect, we put them in their place!
poem by Stevie Taite
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I don't know why
On a day like today,
The heaven is soft with dew,
And in trees; birds have eyes crying,
But the air up in the sky was new.
With poppy clouds looking down,
From the broken road out of heaven,
Upon fine lines and pleasant farm,
A blanket of trees canvasses the ground.
There were farmers and shepherds,
Harvesting in the same field,
I don't know why the work was so hard?
Raking the soil and planting seed.
Shepherds find the grassy verge,
Where life is quiet and only soft birds sing,
In trees where they rest and observe,
The broken road to heaven.
poem by Gerry Legister
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Song of the woods
For a time the birds
and the trees
and animals dwelt in me,
but then came man.
Axes and saws
started to chop and bite
and as trees fell,
there wasn’t a place
safe for animals to be.
Time swept past
and man’s machines
started to carve
right trough trees.
Trees fell faster
than any could grow
and the climate was altered
by man and his machines.
Lost was the air
that had risen from me
and the forest rain dwindled
and a scorching sun
started to batter me.
The world of old is lost
and most of the trees are gone
and clouds of pollution
blankets the world.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Maybe
The beautiful stars
That once had shone,
Were not here now
They were just gone.
The full moon that
I once cherished,
Has turned gloomy
With the grace vanished.
There are no birds
To come and sing,
To flap there wings.
And here I am
Unable to see your smile,
Knowing you’re away
A thousand miles.
But
I’m still here
Amn’t I?
And in your distant life
I just can’t pry.
And who knows
Maybe tomorrow,
I might see
No more sorrow.
Maybe the stars
Will be shining,
The gloomy moon
Might be brightening.
The birds might sing
So happily,
And maybe
Just maybe
You will come back to me.
poem by Aida Erkihun
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Bury Me Where I Fall
Comr brush away these fists and i will tell you
Everything
I hope you know how long I'm lacking
So carve my name and take me to the strength udner it all
Then bury me where I fall
Push and Pull like sex machines, like sex machines
Push and pull like sex machines, like sex machines.
Qustioning if I should even be here
I won't make that same mistake
And taking to bed all these things that I hate
I will complain, I will complain
A bleeding light has made us all just want to wash away
and best believe I want it blinding
Under it all I bacl out holes and glorify disguise
still draining me from all this strife
Push and pull like sex machines, like sex machines
Push and pull like sex machines, like sex machines
Questioning if I should even be here
I won't make that same mistake
And taking to bed all these things that I hate
I will complain, I will complain
Stare at the sun
Staring at the sun...
Questioning if I should even be here
I won't make that same mistake
And taking to bed all these things that I hate
I will complain, I will complain
...Bury me where I fall.
song performed by by 36 Crazyfists
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Stars in the night
Stars in the night,
Shining so bright,
Accompanying a moon,
Which always seems so alone,
Why can't we be like that,
And cut the cobwebs that,
Weakens the human bond,
Makes us feel alone is strong,
Arrogance and ego,
Negligence or so,
Are the cobwebs around,
Pathetic as they sound,
But this true,
For all of us,
We follow them all,
No matter dawn or dusk,
We join the stars,
With imaginary lines,
But can’t join our hearts,
With emotional signs,
A shooting star naturally leaves the sky,
Saying goodbye to all,
And fulfilling our wishes nice,
But we forcefully kick out our stars,
Our Mom and Dad,
Out of the house,
‘Coz spending few bucks on them,
Seems too bad,
We even make our friends,
Using our brain and not heart,
Don’t even mind breaking relationships,
For our good sake and part,
We see the sun,
Giving moon it’s light,
So that we see in the dark,
And moon looks beautiful and bright,
But this way,
We’ll never be,
‘Coz we kick a man downstairs,
So that “he’ll never be as high as me”,
We also grab somebody’s light,
So that we can shine more bright,
And give others darkness of failure,
‘Coz, for us,
Hard work was never an option better,
We see the moon in the dark night,
But never see the reasons behind its beauty and light,
The stars make it look flawlessly white,
‘Coz even it has holes,
If you have a close sight,
So promise yourself to be like these stars,
The sun,
Always helping others to stand,
And even making your own position,
Behave like human,
And not machines,
Make connections with heart and not brain,
And understand each other’s feelings….
poem by Apurva Jain
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War is Boredom
War is Boredom
War is Boredom
War can be defined as long periods of boredom, short burst of terror, seemingly lasting forever, To those who are there, Waiting for another outburst, which never seems to cease.
You Pray, you count all your blessings, the outgoing not what you fear, its the incoming that can't be trusted.
War can be defined as boredom, for those who's life was spared, as the days in between that matters, on those who life spent there.
2008
poem by Charles Garcia
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Turn Of The Screw
Do you feel the turn of the screw?
Pushing harder, breaking through
It's better than you ever knew
Now it gets to take care of you
I won't go and tell it
Don't bet you're due
It swings enough to know the truth
It even left you black and blue
Never stop when there's nothing left to do
The turn of the screw, the turn of the screw
The thing you said you'd never do
The turn of the screw, the turn of the screw
There's no backing out once you've turned the screw
You never thought what they say could be
One night alone and you would see
I think you'll take back all those doubts
Now you know what the talk was all about
The turn of the screw, the turn of the screw
The thing you said you'd never do
The turn of the screw, the turn of the screw
There's no backing out once you've turned the screw
Turn, Turn, Turn it around
Turn, Turn, Turn it here on the ground
Turn, Turn, Turn it around
Turn, Turn, Turn it here on the ground
The turn of the screw, the turn of the screw
The thing you said you'd never do
The turn of the screw, the turn of the screw
There's no backing out once you've turned the screw
The Turn of the Screw
The Turn of the Screw
The Turn of the Screw
The Turn of the Screw1
song performed by by 1208
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I Love Trash
Refrain] Oh, I love trash!
Anything dirty or dingy or dusty
Anything ragged or rotten or rusty
Yes, I love trash
I have here a sneaker that's tattered and worn
It's all full of holes and the laces are torn
A gift from my mother the day I was born
I love it because it's trash
[Refrain]
I have here some newspaper thirteen months old
I've wrapped some fish inside it, it's smelly and cold
But I wouldn't trade it for a big pot o' gold
I love it because it's trash
[Refrain]
I've a clock that won't work, and an old telephone
A broken umbrella, a rusty trombone
And I am delighted to call them my own
I love them because they're trash
[Refrain, ending with]...Yes, I love, I love, I love trash
song performed by by Aerosmith
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People don't understand computers. Computers are magical boxes that do things. People believe what computers tell them.
quote by Bruce Scheneier
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Creature Of The Wheel
Creature of the wheel trigger wicked way
Tangle like a web beneath me!
Ankle-deep in hell through another way
Crucify the sky above me!
[above me! above me! above me! above me! above me! above me! above me!]
New God kill machine and man
Say lord of the engines - yeah!
[pocket full of dirt frozen in my hands
Hold on to the nameless God - yeah!
Breathe into the deep and dying light of day
Overdose on bloody wings, yeah...]
Splinter in the skin turn your eyes away -
Sick and swaggering beneath me! [beneath me!]
Revolution mind ye of little faith
Rusty and dull -- cut me! [cut me! cut me! cut me! cut me! cut me! cut me! cut me! cut me!
New God kill machine and man
Say lord of the engines - yeah!
(creature of the wheel [no!!!] lord of the infernal engines
Creature of the wheel [no!!!] lord of the infernal engines)
[new god, new god, new god, new god, new god, new god, new god, new god,]
New God kill machine and man
Say lord of the engines - yeah!
(and o brothers and sisters, I ask you to look at him.
Does he have the marks? do you see them? [no!!]
And o brothers and sisters, I ask you to look at him.
Does he have the marks? do you see them? [no!!])
[demon-paper clowns stitched across my back
Easygoing dead black eyes, yeah
Microscopic giants on a chicken-run
Everybody dies laughing!]
Thrust into the drag on the edge and wait
Motivate the one inside you [inside you]
Bastard kicker burn blow the ash away
Heldorado gonna get you!
[get you! get you! get you! get you! get you! get you! get you! get you!]
(creatures of the wheel [no!!]
Do we need the creatures of the wheel? [no!!]
Lord of the infernal engines)
song performed by by White Zombie
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Everyday is the same
Everyday i see city dust rise up high
Mixed with smoke of different hues
I see torrent rain fall from the sky
Mingling with our tears, we have no clues
Everyday i wonder why our trees are lean and leafless
Hanging shames on every rooftop
Whose branches the birds count worthless
For niether rest nor nest they hold up
Everyday i see feet scurry to and fro
Zig zag, zag zig, i watch till night
Then i wonder where each city-soul will go
When it is dark, and no more light
Everyday i wait for answers none i get
Another day must start the same, i bet!
© Allen 2010
poem by Okonkwo Osamedua. Allen
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Lament For Leaf Loss
Sing sad songs for the days that are gone
Now the days are growing darker and the night lasts long
But listen for the flutter of each shrivelled tear
As it drops in golden leaf-fall of the fading, dying year.
Sing sad songs for the days that are gone
Now the light is growing dimmer and the night lasts long
But listen for the echoes of the summer’s breeze
As it gossips with the branches of the leafless poplar trees.
Sing sad songs for the days that are gone
Now the frost is growing grimmer and the night lasts long
But listen for the rustle of lost autumn leaves
And the crying of the dewdrops as the barren forest grieves.
Sing sad songs for the days that are gone
Now the mood is growing glummer and the night lasts long
But listen for the whispers of the coming spring
When the buds begin their bursting and the birds begin to sing.
Sing no more for the days that are gone
For the light will soon be stronger and the night less long
And listen to the rhythm of season’s song
As spring will soon be with us while the winter won’t be long.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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