A Few Words on the Soul
We have a soul at times.
No one’s got it non-stop,
for keeps.
Day after day,
year after year
may pass without it.
Sometimes
it will settle for awhile
only in childhood’s fears and raptures.
Sometimes only in astonishment
that we are old.
It rarely lends a hand
in uphill tasks,
like moving furniture,
or lifting luggage,
or going miles in shoes that pinch.
It usually steps out
whenever meat needs chopping
or forms have to be filled.
For every thousand conversations
it participates in one,
if even that,
since it prefers silence.
Just when our body goes from ache to pain,
it slips off-duty.
It’s picky:
it doesn’t like seeing us in crowds,
our hustling for a dubious advantage
and creaky machinations make it sick.
Joy and sorrow
aren’t two different feelings for it.
It attends us
only when the two are joined.
We can count on it
when we’re sure of nothing
and curious about everything.
Among the material objects
it favors clocks with pendulums
and mirrors, which keep on working
even when no one is looking.
It won’t say where it comes from
or when it’s taking off again,
though it’s clearly expecting such questions.
We need it
but apparently
it needs us
for some reason too.
poem by Wislawa Szymborska
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A January Fear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
My class is all here
Down to each little sneer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Those cute little creatures
Have nothing to fear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Still knowing that teacher's
not entirely all here
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Each little tear
Makes it perfectly clear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
A day off is coming
And hopefully near
a sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
It's harder and harder
Maintaining my leer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps my behavior's
becoming quite queer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps in the morning
I'll call in and cheer
A SICK DAY A SICK DAY
I GOT A PAIN IN MY EAR
Alas...I can hear my principle sneer
With a resigning smirk easy to hear
NO SICK DAY NO SICK DAY
SORRY MY DEAR
NO SICK DAYS NO SICK DAYS
REMAINING THIS YEAR
poem by Robert John Meehan
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Ache, Ache, Ache
Stay calm
Put your mask of indifferent
Stay in control
You have gone through the worse
Stand tall
Throw the pain to the wall
Spread the smile
Even to deceive a little longer
Before it consumes you
And ache, ache, ache
Before it defeat you
With ache, ache, ache
Whisper you to break
For ache, ache, ache
Pushing you to the world
Full ache, ache, ache
Keep moving
Your body needs the adrenaline
Keep struggling
You don't want to end here
Glare angrily
It's better than being a hopeless
Act strongly
Do not let it weakens your will
Because it starts throbbing
An ache, ache, ache
Because you don't need pity
Though ache, ache, ache
They waiting you to fall
By ache, ache, ache
And wish you to slowly die
In ache, ache, ache
Focus on your duty
Forget other unnecessary mind
Carry your burden
Even you have to endure it forever
Brace the inevitable
Never let anything get you down
Give up is losing
Whatever left for you to own
But it keeps reminding you
Till ache, ache, ache
But it rounds you to the corner
To ache, ache, ache
You don't know where comes
This ache, ache, ache
And how to stop or numb
The ache, ache, ache
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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They Don't Make Them Like They Used To
They dont make em like they used to, those guys
And I cant get used to the way that it is today
No one to look up to, hard times, and though I try
I just cant find the reason these days
And it seems like the seasons are passing me
Theyre going by, nothing to hold on to, rough times.
And it goes on, so count on me, and Ill count on you
You can lean on me, two of us stronger
We wont be alone any longer
Now and for always we will be good friends
Count on me, into any storm, were gonna survive it
Into any fire, well carry on.
Know that one day you and me will both be old friends
And well sit on the sofa and talk about how
They dont make em like they used to, youll see
As time goes on, so count on me, and Ill count on you
In a world like this, when nothings sure
And people are afraid, Ill be here for
Now and for always we will be good friends
Count on me, they dont make it now like they used to
Theyre not gonna last like you and me, Ill be there.
Oh, always we will be, year by year
Depend on me, into any storm, were gonna survive it
Into any fire, just count on me, Ill be there
Oh, tough guys, you and me, year by year
They will see, they dont make it now like they used to
Theyre not gonna last like you and me...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Sick of Being Sick
I’m sick of being rejected;
I’m sick of being emotionally neglected;
I’m sick of crying so many tears;
I’m sick of running away from my fears;
I’m sick of my childhood nightmares;
I’m sick of being told to do those stupid dares;
I’m sick of not having friends;
I’m sick of all these dead ends;
I’m sick of myself for what I’ve become;
I’m sick of feeling oh so numb;
I’m sick of watching myself drown;
I’m sick of my heart falling to the ground;
I’m sick of this life;
I’m sick of this everyday strife;
I’m sick of not having a dad;
I’m sick of getting mad;
I’m sick of my childhood past;
I’m sick of being harassed;
I’m sick of the dread;
I’m sick of wanting to be dead;
I’m sick of being the one who’s always so strong;
I’m sick of being somebody that doesn’t belong! !
poem by Shelby Brockway
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Reasons To Be Beautiful
Love hangs herself
With the bedsheets in her cell
Threw myself on fires for you
10 good reasons to stay alive
10 good reasons that I cant find
Oh, give me a reason to be beautiful
So sick in his body, so sick in his soul
Oh, give me one reason to be beautiful
Oh, and everything I am
Love hates you
I live my life in ruins for you
And for all your secrets kept
I squashed the blossom and the blossoms dead
Oh, give me a reason to be beautiful
So sick in his body, so sick in his soul
Oh, and I will make myself so beautiful
Oh, and everything I am
Miles and miles of perfect skin
I swear I do, I fit right in
My love burns through everything
I cannot breathe
Miles and miles of perfect sin
I swear, I said, I fit right in
I fit right in your perfect skin
I cannot breathe
Hey, baby, take it all the way...down
Hey, baby, taste me anyway
Oh, you were born
So pretty oh summerbabe
Well never know...
And fading like a rose
Give me a reason to be beautiful
So sick in his body, so sick in his soul
Ill give you my body, just sell me your soul
Oh, and everything I am will be bought and sold
Oh, and everything I am will turn hard and cold
And they say in the end
Youll get bitter just like them
And they steal your heart away
When the fire goes out you better learn to fake
Its better to rise than fade away...
Hey you were right
Named a star for your eyes
Did you freeze did you weep
Turn to gold, baby, sleep
Hey honey mine
I was there all the time
And I weep at your feet
And it rains and rains
song performed by by Hole
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What Made The Baby Cry?
On a cold night, late December
As the snow fell to earth
That's the one night, we remember
When a woman gave birth
And for miles and miles around
The baby's cry was the only sound
Did He know the world was filled with pain
Could He feel all the hunger and the shame
Or did He know about the way He would die
And the reason why
Is that what made the baby cry?
Is that what made the baby cry?
As his Mother turned to hold Him
Her face filled with joy
He grew quiet when She told Him
He was more than just her baby boy
And for miles and miles around
Her lullaby was the only sound
Did She know the world was filled with pain
Could She feel all the hunger and the shame
Or did She know about the way He would die
And the reason why
Is that what made Her baby cry?
Is that what made Her baby cry?
And as He fell asleep
She wiped away His tears
But the question still remains
Have we changed in two thousand years
Don't you know the world is still in pain
Can't you feel all the hunger and the shame
Did we forget about the way that He died
And the reason why
Would we still make the baby cry?
Would we still make the baby cry?
song performed by by Toby Keith
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Fade To Black
FADE TO BLACK
You live your life day by day
You can't feel it's slipping away
It's like heaven where you never get bored
You self inflicted Rock'n roll whore
Can you feel it
Can you feel the clocks ticking away
The world doesn't change in a day
The world doesn't change it
The world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
the world doesn't change in a day
You've got a thousand wounds to heal
You gotta stop thinking nothing's for real
electric shock won't bring you back
You're fading baby
You fade to black
The world doesn't change in a day
The world doesn't change it
The world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
the world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you mean
to me
When you are the one inside
is it what you thought it'd be
I always knew you'd be a star
and now you are
song performed by by Zeromancer
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Funky New Year
Went to a party just last night
Wanted to bring the year in right
Woke up this morning I don't know how
Last night I was a happy man, but the way I feel right now
It's gonna be a FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
Ooo, Ahh, got to be a FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
Can't remember when I ever felt worse
Nothing matters and everything hurts
They were passin' round the bottle, made me feel brand new
Trouble with the new man he wants a hit too, hit me
FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
oooooo, it's a FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
Lord, mmm, FUNKY NEW YEAR
Nurse I'm worse FUNKY NEW YEAR
I got to perk up a little FUNKY NEW YEAR
My hair hurts FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
A party baby
Never again FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
Who's shoes are these FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
Party hardy baby FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
What year is this anyway?
song performed by by Eagles
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Mountain
Nothing's moving I don't see anybody
And I know that it's not a trick
There really is nothing moving there
And there aren't any people. It is the very utmost top
Where, as is not unusual,
There is snow, lying like the hair on a white-haired person's head
Combed sideways and backward and forward to cover as much of the top
As possible, for the snow is thinning, it's September
Although a few months from now there will be a new crop
Probably, though this no one KNOWS (so neither do we)
But every other year it has happened by November
Except for one year that's known about, nineteen twenty-three
When the top was more and more uncovered until December fifteenth
When finally it snowed and snowed
I love seeing this mountain like a mouse
Attached to the tail of another mouse, and to another and to another
In total mountain silence
There is no way to get up there, and no means to stay.
It is uninhabitable. No roads and no possibility
Of roads. You don't have a history
Do you, mountain top? This doesn't make you either a mystery
Or a dull person and you're certainly not a truck stop.
No industry can exploit you
No developer can divide you into estates or lots
No dazzling disquieting woman can tie your heart in knots.
I could never lead my life on one of those spots
You leave uncovered up there. No way to be there
But I'm moved.
poem by Kenneth Koch
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After Rain
Have you ever seen a rainbow
really up closer to your face
yet a bit out of reach and blurred
that you cannot easily touch it
The more you jump up towards
the more it rises up high
nevertheless you keep on trying
for it's the reason you exist
Have you ever felt the rush
the rush of stuttering feelings
struggling to surface from within
though you're working to keep them in
the eyes might say thousand stories
but the fingertips doesn't move
they are suppressing the feelings
not wanting to let them out
Everything has its own reason
every reason has its own say
they say "love and cough cannot be hidden"
unfortunately we make our own ways
poem by Pamuditha Zen Anjana
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The Best Is Yet To Come
Each new generation tend
to think they are so cool!
At just about the time
they graduate from school.
But what can they know?
They have just begun
They've barely started,
and the best is yet to come!
They have miles and miles to go,
before they even know
It was just a phase
one little act, in the human show!
And many, many times,
before their race is run,
They'll see that it was true
the best was yet to come!
It takes young adults awhile,
to settle into careers.
And there's bound to be some tough times,
in those working years.
There will be good times, and bad times,
before those years are done.
But they can always take heart,
for the best years are still to come!
Life may be very good
or it may throw us many curves.
Life is uncertain
we may not get what we think we deserve.
But it always will be better,
if we will just keep in mind
The best is yet to come
just give it some time!
poem by Purnel Collicott
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O little year, cram full of duty
O little year, cram full of duty,
Rapture and sorrow, too,
Show me the way from old paths of beauty
Into the fields of dew.
Strange lorn fields where the moon goes riding
Over a lonely sky.
Kind little year, in your onward gliding
Let me not pass them by.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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A Leap For Love
One who fears the heights
And another lone of heart
Struggled from isolation’s depths
Hoping to make a fresh start
One who always occupied
The same solitary spaces
Through a curious window found
Another who traveled to many places
One who never really searched
For a lifetime counterpart
Dared make a real connection with
One who knew more of Love’s Art
One who never tried, yet true
One who tried and lost a few
Steeled themselves as small steps they took
To precipice’s edge to risk a look
Two having weighed the risk
Of making promises to keep
Held hands and shared a smile
Then together took the leap
One and One became One
On Leap Year Day 2004
Instead of the separate Two
That they had been before
So if you are thinking of
Taking just such a leap
For the sake of sharing love
That’s both true and deep
On Leap Year Day in 2008
Leap, Leap, I say!
Leap! Marriage is great!
Leap! Leap! Leap!
Leap! Don’t hesitate!
poem by Mary Havran
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Mending Hearts
broken in half
torn between two lives
lost in sorrow
trying to cast aside the curse
plaguing him for the past six months
slowly eating him away
a new day dawns
the harbinger of new hopes
and of the remedy to this illness
comes over the morning sky
riding on a white stallion
shining in all her beauty,
giving a reason to stride on
wetting the white towel
cleaning his wounds
turning to crimson red
dripping with his pain
bandaging his torn soul
taking time to do the healing
bringing out the best in the scars
depsair dissipates
clouds give way
sun breaks through
smiles form
now whole
joined together as one
lifting each other up
sorrow's no more
hearts mended
poem by Joshua Norton
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This Day Next Year
Remember this day next year,
My date with you.
Then I'll not see your face,
But that won't stop me
From thinking about you.
This day next year
I'll carry the note in my mind
I'll bear the pain of
Not seeing you again
For another long year
Or beyond, maybe forever.
But that won't stop me
From dreaming your face
As my own days rush into night…
This day next year,
Be sure I'll be there
With you in your memories!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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My Cute Teacher
A cute teacher comes daily to teach us,
however she doesn't have enough for us,
since she has the confidence,
she gets his voice upto the fence,
dats how she teach us,
when students ask her the questions,
she find herself in the vast situation,
but she gives the answers,
due to her level of confidence,
which is upto the fence,
but doesn't have any logical sense,
i attends almost...ooppss sorry..all the classes
of her,
to see how god can make any lady so beautyful,
i can do any no. of assignment to get a single
glimse of smile of her,
but it comes so rarely..
but it does encourage me to do something...dat will
get his face filled with smiles..
dats how what our teacher..oops sorry..my cute
teacher is...
poem by Aarush Khandelwal
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Farewell To The Old Year, 1863
Farewell, old year, 'the bourne' is near,
'Whence traveller ne'er returneth'-
Passing away from time for aye,
Thy life-light faintly burneth.
Farewell, old year, dark shapes of fear,
Grim spectres pale and gory,
Flitting around, with moaning sound,
Tell us thy sad war story.
Farewell, old year, we do not fear
Republic or Imperial-
If war inclined, they both shall find
We're rather tough material.
Farewell, old year, thy past career
Hath given both gloom and gladness;
Thou gave us peace, but no decrease
In human crime and madness.
Farewell, old year, the pall and bier
Thou saw us oft attending,
And heard oft-times the merry chimes
Of birth and wedlock blending.
Farewell, old year, a voice we hear,
How solemnly it falleth-
'All flesh is grass,' prepare to pass,
Ere long the Master calleth!
Farewell, old year, thy knell we hear
Through Time's dark arches sounding;
Wrapt in thy shroud, a dense, dark cloud
Thy solemn bier surrounding.
Farewell, old year, we still have cheer,
Though tinged with doubt and sorrow,
We leave thy urn and gladly turn
To give new year good morrow.
poem by Janet Hamilton
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I Am Sick....
I am sick …. The pain I feel.
I am sick…. This must be surreal.
I am sick…. I will not die.
I am sick…. But I must live on with this lie.
I am sick…. It’s not like cancer it’s not that bad.
I am sick… but the say depression goes with this pain I have.
I am sick…. It will never disappear.
I am sick…. My days will go on with the same o’l tear.
I am sick…. That I have thought of taking my pain away.
I am sick…. For that I cannot for the pain must stay.
I am sick… and no one can fix me.
I am sick…. That no one can see.
I am sick…. They believe nothing is wrong with me.
I am sick…. Because of this disease.
I am sick…. Because I beg god please.
poem by Winifred Harkness
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Going Back To Old Poems
going back to some
old poems written
years ago, i change
some words,
finding some
ways to make them
rhyme and taking in
another breathing
changing fonts
and graphics
and let the new
year pass unnoticed
rededicating them
for someone new
and lovely and caring
recycling, retitling,
reviving, revising
and so the year
may have passed
with a lesser pain.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Secrets That Don't Need To Be In My Life Anymore
i hate these moments,
i'm so stressed out,
i don't know what to do,
plus having flashbacks on top of it,
only becuz the body remembers,
what was done to it,
can't tell what real,
it all just feels like a really bad dream,
i just want out,
everything comes to mind,
do i drink,
just to numb the pain?
do i self injure,
just to stop the intense pain?
i just want it to stop,
i don't know what to do,
every touch is a reminder,
that i didn't have a normal childhood,
no matter how hard i try,
i'm just me,
a person that is hurting,
from childhood sexual abuse,
i said it,
it's out,
the pain is less,
i hated that secret,
but it still leaves me alone,
no many ppl can understand my pain,
my struggles i live by,
the frustration that leaves me,
to want to take the easy way out,
to go as far as finding a drug,
that will numb me enough,
where i can feel ok,
but i know if i do,
than i'm only moving backwards,
it the reason i continue to fight,
even when it get hard like today,
cuz in the end when the rain stops,
the sun will shine,
and show me a better day,
i'm just wish the rain,
will hurry up and leave already.
poem by Mona Martinez
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