But I sometimes think we have too much of a fixation about 2012.
quote by Linford Christie
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Good bye 2011
Happy new year
2012 is here.
Happy new year
2012 is a brand new year
Happy new year
2012 is a year of fear.
Happy nae year
2012 is very much dear
Happy new year
2012 is very much near.
Good bye 2011
2012 is so much near.
poem by MOHAMMED Zuhair
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~ Enigmatic Navel ~
~ ENIGMATIC NAVEL ~
Ms. Nivedita.
UK.21.10.09.
Oi
Why cave navel?
Unveil
Navigate I’ll
Keep not enigmatic.
Your enigmatic navel
A makeshift
From mother fixation
Of neonatehood
To fiancée fixation
Of younghood
Is my visual cuddle.
Put on low waist jeans
Tattoo butterfly around
Decor with diamond
Navel ring jocund.
Dispel
Silhouette sable.
A romantic trespass
To unravel marvel
Of ballet ruffle.
With glib
Glide gait
Navel-gyrate
Will titrate
Alchemy in
Unfolding of
Petals’ rouleau,
A smiling rose bud
On your enigmatic navel!
Coalescing sweat beads
In vermillion of setting sun
Psychedelic color play
In sparkling diamond
Butterflies zoom out
Heart sweetening
Dance on arc of rainbow
Voluptuously flummox me.
My tryst
Your enigmatic navel,
My noetic ride in
Ebullient tunnel!
In sensuous navel
Bedeck floral travel
Babble twaddle tattle
Oho hoo-oo oho hoo-oo
Why not join you too?
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poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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The Waiting Game
Every time that I fall for that same old trick
I punish myself with the same old stick
I want to believe it so badly I deceive myself
Forgetting reality
Ignoring the fact that youre altogether someplace else
Forgetting reality
But I swear here and now
The truth shall be mine
And surrender to my prayer
The weapon is time
Ill play your waiting game
Im gonna win the win the waiting game
Ill play your waiting game
Im gonna win this game my friend
And forget you in the end
Your memory seems like a living thing
I never know if Im imagining
I look at your face and I know thats impossible
Forgetting its just a dream
Now Im hearing your voice saying anything is possible
Forgetting its just a dream
And I still cant say why
You keep invading my mind
But this uncontrolled fixation
Grows weaker with time
A cloud of unknowing floats between you and me
A trickle of love still flows between you and me
But we live in different galaxies
But I swear here and now
Your heart will be mine
Youll surrender to my love
My weapon is time
And your wall of resistance
I will slowly undermine
While your uncontrolled fixation
Grows stronger with time
Ill play your waiting game
Im gonna win the win the waiting game
Ill play your waiting game
Im gonna win this game my friend
And Ill be with you in the end
Ill play, yes I will
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Torch Song
(fish, steve rothery, mark kelly, pete trewavas, ian mosley)
Read some kerouac and it put me on the tracks to burn a little brighter now
Something about roman candles fizzing out, shine a little light on me now
Found a strange fascination with a liquid fixation, alcohol can thrill me now
Its getting late in the game to show any pride or shame
I just burn a little brighter now, burn a little brighter now, yeah
Doctor says my liver looks like leaving with my lover, need another time out now
Like any sort of hero turning down to zero still standing out in any crowd
Pulling seventeen with experience and dreams, sweating out a happy hour
Where youre hiding 29 you know it aint a crime to burn a little brighter now
Burn a little brighter now, burn a little brighter now, burn a little brighter now
Dr. finlay: and my advice is if you maintain this lifestyle you wont reach 30
Torch: christ -- its a romantic way to go really, its part of the heritage, its your round init?
We burn a little brighter now, yeah
Read some kerouac and it put me on the tracks to burn a little brighter now
It was something about roman candles fizzing out, shine a little light on me now
Found a strange fascination with a liquid fixation, alcohol thrill me now
Getting late in the game to show any pride or shame burn a little brighter now
We burn a little brighter now, yeah
Burn a little brighter now, we burn a little brighter now
song performed by by Marillion
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Soul Paintings
enter hung gallery
my stunning exhibition
walk these displays
all these my paintings
open mouth heart soul
wide wider wider as
I breathe soul paintings
straight into mind fixation
poem by Terence George Craddock
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When did I become just like him...(crys)
The smoked filled room
Of drugs and drunks
Blinds us to reality
Shimmering lights a fixation on life
The ripples effects of a dream
In stupor you act
In stupidity and remorse
You know not what you do
You don’t really care
What happens to you there?
You just let the advantage win
Then in an act of lust
You think hell, why not
The b_______ do it too
With hatred a new
You treat them the same
The same way they treated you
Then in dawns early light
Of the misfortune of night
You cry thinking
When did I become
Just like him
poem by Kaila George
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Libidinal Energies
Potential is as essential as implementation.
It is best when effective.
And experienced when used.
However...
When potental is never realized,
Implementation becomes another fixation.
As if libidinal energies kept at a fever pitch,
With other wishes determined to manifest.
That are eagerly expressed but eventually dismissed.
Until the memory of having it fades and disappears.
To leave discussions about potential,
No one gets or experiences the power of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Thought Of Her Just Before She Called
Take that day the 25-7-2012..
I read all your poems
I feel all of these
I am all of these..
How do we All feel, This..
Thrust Upon us I enquire?
Was it advertisers, inserting there wares.
Tricked by the moguls on that brash plane
Moral influence numbingly belted, no mas no mas!
Unconsciously wers we inserted upon
Confused! ! Strangely, abused I feel not
Take that day the 25-7-2012
I read all your poems
I feel all of these
I am all of these..
How do we All feel, This..
The Records, the message stick,
That plane hidden......but within All,
Unawares inside we dived, outside
Allowed to descend.....ascend
The 25-7-2012 looks to me! consciously
As as a whole
We chose to sit and vent communally
Until we next commune my friends
Fetishes
Some may have their fetishes,
As a fixation or a reverence to give.
Without a profit to solicit,
An attention to get.
They have purposes for fetishes for them to live.
And there are those who choose to take risks,
At their own expense.
To leave those who have fetishes,
To do what it is!
To leave those who have fetishes,
To do what it is!
Some folks can not mind their own business,
'Cause their lips move too quick.
Some folks can not mind their own business,
'Cause their lips move too quick.
Some folks can not mind their own business,
'Cause their lips move too quick.
They'd be better off alone to nourish their fetishes!
And there are those who choose to take risks,
At their own expense.
To leave those who have fetishes,
To do what it is!
Some may have their fetishes,
As a fixation or a reverence to give.
Without a profit to solicit,
An attention to get.
They have purposes for fetishes for them to live.
Some folks can not mind their own business,
'Cause their lips move too quick.
Some folks can not mind their own business,
'Cause their lips move too quick.
Some folks can not mind their own business,
'Cause their lips move too quick.
They'd be better off alone to nourish their fetishes!
Whatever that fetish may be,
To give them a lift.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Saw His Face!
It was him! !
On the 23rd of September 2012;
And, i saw the face of a man.
I saw his face!
On a T.V. Screen which was already switched off! !
In my parents-in-law's sitting room.
I just entered the room and,
I saw dirty marks on the T.V. Screen;
And this gave the exact image of his face!
Oh yes, i saw the face of a man wearing eyeglasses,
The exact image of him.
It was him! !
I saw his face;
On a T.V. Screen which was already switched off!
With his eyeglasses on,
On the 23rd of September 2012;
And, this reminded me of the other face of a man i saw in the sky! !
But, that one was on the 26th of August 2012.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Kundalini Rising
We have eleven planets—not nine
in December of 2012 they will all align.
kundalini in the planets will rise
also in humans to help actualize.
We will go into 10 dimensions not three
we will experience more in which to see.
A great time is at hand—
be more conscious and understand.
For the Light Workers will help lead the way
if we listen to them we will not stray.
Written by Christina Sunrise on August 25,2012
www.christinasunrise.com
poem by Christina Sunrise
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In a Duplicitous Existence
One's creativity felt with depthness,
Is not from birth born...
To generate repeated dishonesty.
As if from an assembly line produced...
And marketed to exploit.
With a false annointment.
It seems those who seek notoriety,
Are not connected to originality at all.
They've become afflicted with plagiaristic deeds.
Feeding a hollowness with a hope to succeed,
In a duplicitous existence.
As if a fixation with this makes the difference.
To make claims one is attached,
With that which is understood...
From origins inside of them to match,
Belies what is exposed.
These folks only know what to them has been shown.
And then with a defacing...
They wish to get acknowledgement for 'their' greatness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Game of Baseball
It begins, of course, in the Spring.
The evenings grow lighter
The air sweeter
and all the world is filled
With sweet optimism.
It continues through
the long hot summer
Humid evenings
and long hot afternoons.
It is a marathon
not a sprint.
Only one team each year
wins its last game
It leaves us in the Fall
as Winter’s first foul
Imprecations
chill us to the marrow.
Days darken
and the sun seems absent.
It is both a faith and
a fixation.
Even in winter’s depths
It speaks to us of spring
and the hope
of redemption.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Three. Two. One.
Three.Two.One.Gone.
All.
There is.
Left.
Three.Two.One.Gone.
Nothing.
More to.
Do.
Three.Two.One.Gone.
More .
To Living.
Life.
Three.Two.One.Gone.
Come.
Take me.
Away.
Three.Two.One.Gone.
Breath.
In, out.
Exist.
Three.Two.One.Gone.
Remember.
Your thoughts.
Yourself.
Three.Two.One.Gone.
Bring.
Your World.
Alive.
Three.Two.One.Gone.
Live.
Your Life.
Completely.
Three.Two.One.Gone.
Never.
Give Up.
Hope.
Three.Two.One.Gone.
Be gin.
The Future.
Now.
Three.Two.One.Gone.
Be.
Always Truthful.
Forever.
Three.Two.One.Gone.
Give.
It Your.
All.
Three.Two.One.Gone.
B link.
Just once.
Gone.
Three.Two.One.Gone.
Believe,
In Yourself.
Always.
Three.Two.One.Gone.
Before.
You know.
It.
Three.Two.One.Gone.
by: Bethany Maxwell
March 28,2012
(c) 2012
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Egotistical Appeasement Paid
Grandeur Lecturers driving dozens
of college – aged lemmings
off chill cliffs of learnedly limited
limpet fixation imagination.
Synopsis secreted condensed
concise outline as verbose university
grandiloquent toilet tag graffiti
speaks gutted cited script grandiosed.
Undergraduates deemed knowledgeless
tiptoe through academic mistletoe minefields
imploding upon ego academic unsound
arrogance not worldly wise abortionist bound.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Fixation Of Disbelief
If to them,
Others determined did not provide light.
Or encourage with an insistence persisted,
For them to open a door...
After explaining what the door was there for,
Not one of them would know its purpose.
They would have stood for hours glued,
With a fixation of disbelief.
With a slow approach to examine,
Closely...
To inspect,
Attached hinges.
Enabling the swinging back and forth,
Of the closed door.
And in complete and dumbfounded amazement,
There they they would stand,
With jaws dropped...
Astonished by what was revealed on the other side.
If to them,
Others did not provide this light...
The would still be on the inside,
Debating the significance...
Of exploring life!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am The Sinner
Day in, day out
conscious sedation
Eyes half closed, suffocation
isolation
Paired (desperation)
Struggling…sweet…falsification
Wear these clothes of sublimation
Now: electric raw fixation
(deliver me into temptation)
flirtation
fascination
anticipation
Invitation
Truth be told i’m far from perfect
(promises are meant to break)
Do you blame someone for wanting
Can’t i take what i can take?
If i risk this condemnation
Abdication (i am awake)
Am I grasping at Illusion?
Should this feel like a mistake?
(you are the Sin and i’m the Sinner
revelation, bring me peace
Does This feel just like Salvation?)
Does isolation ever cease?
Gerrit's Fado
Gerrit's Fado
Wij wensen geen applaus,
alleen maar stilte,
we leven en vergeven
versterven en vergaan
van warm totaan de kilte.
De Hypoglobus zwelt aan
een verkrampte lach
en verziltende traan.
Het zal niet Niks zijn
-wat daar verdwijnt-
al achter het Gordijn!
Madrason 14-07-2012
Naar aanleidning van het afscheid van Gerrit Komrij d.d 14-07-2012
poem by Madrason writer
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Baseball (revised)
It begins, of course, in the Spring.
The evenings grow lighter
The air sweeter
and all the world is filled
With sweet optimism.
It continues through
the long hot summer
Humid evenings
and long hot afternoons.
It is a marathon
not a sprint.
Only one team each year
wins the ultimate game
It leaves us in the Fall
as Winter’s first foul
Imprecations
chill us to the marrow.
Days darken
and the sun seems absent.
It is both a faith and
a fixation.
Even in winter’s depths
It speaks to us of spring
and the hope
of redemption.
Unless you happen to root for the Mets...
poem by John F. McCullagh
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TIMID SILENT FIXATION May 9th 2011
Our overpaid politicians will arrange a commission,
They feel their high pay is too low and they need an addition,
The weakness in our system is our lack of participation,
Most constituents have this timid silent fixation.
Canadians should have the ability to bring about change,
Binding referendums and death with dignity is not strange,
But the appointed Supreme Court and the Senate are opposed,
And their hidden motives and agendas are never exposed.
We need strong leaders, who can see a kilometer down the road,
Not nitwits afraid to read the writing on the wall and decode,
Because you know and I know that we need to bring about some change,
We only need to sit down and talk and write and rearrange.
poem by James Bredin
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