Not to discriminate every moment some passionate attitude in those about us, and in the very brilliancy of their gifts some tragic dividing on their ways, is, on this short day of frost and sun, to sleep before evening.
quote by Walter Pater
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Magic in the Air
See the frost rise
every breath you take
masking what's really there
but never going away
Snowflake, one shape, and then another
Oh yes! It's Christmas the time is finally here
Lights so bright and colorful
the twinkle in your eyes
really comes out now
I smile at him
He soon returns it
Caught up in the moment
Just indescribable
So cold but yet his every touch
warms me by the second
kisses so passionate
feeling the love between us
falling a sleep in each other arms
such a magical night
poem by Brandi Dybala
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Insomnia
“What’s God’s biggest boon to mankind? ”
What is your answer, dear friend?
If you ask me to answer, I will say:
It’s nothing but sleep…Deep sleep…
Blessed are those who can sleep
Irrespective of perils, places and
Strange situations…
Sleep makes you refresh
Every day is a rebirth
Fills your mind with
Beautiful dreams!
If it horrifies you,
Change your attitude
Towards the world…
Sleep…beautiful sleep makes you
Pleasant every-moment…
When are you going to bless me again?
poem by Premji Premji
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Must you fall a prey?
The disease does not discriminate us
Nor does the tragedy in its attack.
Must we discriminate t to fight them?
If so, you too may fall a prey to them.
13.12.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Attitude
You go down the pub
You wear make up
And old dads trousers
Why dont you tidy up
You talk like a docker but you act like a queer
You drink champagne then complain its too dear
You try so hard not to follow any trends
Then you cry in your beer and say youve got no friends
But is it any wonder that youve got no friends
But its not the make up
Or the way you dress
Its not your appearance, that they all detest
Its not your manners, that you gotta improve
Ooooo--its your attitude.
Chorus
Attitude, oo oo oo
Your attitude
Attitude, oo oo oo
Your attitude
Take off your head phones
Hear whats going on
You cant live in a time zone
Youve gotta move on
But before you get there
Theres one thing youve gotta do
Oh change your attitude
Its your attitude
Its your attitude
Chorus
Attitude, oo oo oo
Your attitude
Attitude, oo oo oo
Your attitude
The 80s are here, I know cuz Im staring right at them
But youre still waiting for 1960 to happen
You might have the illness, but youve got the cure
Youve got the answer, you will endure
Youre the only person thats gonna pull you through
Ooh, with your attitude
Chorus
Attitude, oo oo oo
Your attitude
Attitude, oo oo oo
Your attitude
You gotta learn to be positive, its your only chance
You mustnt be so defensive, you gotta join in the dance
But it isnt your dancing that youve gotta improve
Ooh, its your attitude.
Chorus
Attitude, oo oo oo
Your attitude
Attitude, oo oo oo
Your attitude
Its all the music
Its all in your brain
Youve used all the old licks
Now its all gotta change.
Change your attitude
Its your attitude
Attitude
song performed by by Kinks
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The Miracle of a Moment
A week?
A day?
An hour?
Time enough
For excellence
A moment?
Too little!
Too swift!
Too short!
Too brief!
Not so
Not right
Not true
A moment?
It’s enough!
Pregnant with possibilities
A moment
Overflowing with opportunities
A Moment
Saturated with significance
A moment
Rich with reality
A moment
Bursting with beauty
A moment
Loaded with life
A moment
Encoded with eternity
A moment
Maximize every moment
poem by Howard Simon
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Attitude Dancing
(carly simon/jacob brackman)
Theres a new kind of dancing
Thats gonna be the rage
You just leave yourself behind
Like an actor on a stage
Cop a different pose
>from the pose youre in
Shine a different attitude
>from underneath your skin
Attitude dancing
Strut around the floor in a different attitide
Attitude dancing
Any attitude is the proper attitude
Attitude dancing
Dont be afraid to change your attitude
Attitude dancing
Free up your spirit with a new attitude
It dont even matter
If you stretch or shake
And it dont really matter
What moves your body makes
And it dont really matter
What steps you choose to do
Only one thing matters:
Thats your attitude
Your attitude, attitude dancing
Attitude dancing
Strut around the floor in a different attitide
Attitude dancing
Learn to move in another attitude
Attitude dancing
Find the groove in a new attitude
Attitude dancing
Dont be afraid of a new attitude
It dont really matter
What steps you choose to do
Only one thing matters:
Is your attitude
Your attitude, attitude dancing
Strut around the floor in a new attitude
Do the locomotion in a new attitude
Do the mashed potato in a new attitude
Do the hully gully in a new attitude
Find a role you like
Capture it and freeze
Then turn it around
A hundred and eighty degrees
Or if youre at a loss
Observe some natural dude
And turn into a mirror of his attitude
Attitude, attitude, attitude
Dancing
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Five Short Minutes
Written by - Jim Croce
Well, she was standing by my dressing room after the show
Asking for my autograph and asked if she could go
Back to my motel room. But the rest is just a tragic tale
Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail
Well, like a fool in a hurry I took her to my room
She casted me in plaster while I sang her a tune
Then I said, "Ooh, ooee!" Sure was a tragic tale
Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail
Well, then a judge and a jury sat me in a room
They say that robbin' the cradle is worse than robbin' the tomb
Then I said "Ooh, ooee!" Sure was a tragic tale
(Wasn't worth it, wasn't worth it!)
Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail
And when I get out of this prison gonna be forty-five
I'll know I used to like to do it but I won't remember why
(Wasn't worth it, wasn't worth it!)
I'll say "Ooh, ooee! Sure was a tragic tale
Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail"
Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail
song performed by by Jim Croce
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Attitude! ! !
Attitude,
That of a tree that sacrifices
Every bit of its being
Without any resistance
Attitude,
That of a Tiger
Who fulfills his desires
At the cost of the life of others
Attitude,
That of a philanthropist
Who burps, after being fulfilled
And puts the make-up
Of generosity and culture
To appear elite and superior
Attitude,
That of a sage
With all human weaknesses
Denounces every pleasure
And is impervious to every desire
Attitude,
Of every shade and color
Attitude,
What is yours?
poem by Maitreyee Joshi
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Branded
Tragic is the self misplaced.
Tragic is a lost identity...
And no familiarity on anyone's face.
Tragic in denial
Sits the misfits feeling on trial
For lives lived reeking and stinking of bile.
Tragic for them,
Love is not recognized at all...
Nor suitable to start,
From a place within them that begins.
And this becomes tragic for those
Unlike them but comprehending,
These tragedies
May not always be self inflicted...
As they are branded!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prejudice
Prejudice is the cause
For the hatred and discriminate killings.
Prejudice is the same cause
For the passion and discriminate rsquings.
Can you dispense with them?
06.03.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Killing Frost
There is an enchantment in the Killing Frost
It's the most magical night of the year
When the abundant blooms of Summer
Are put to sleep by Frost's frozen tears.
The Killing Frost arrives here silently
Flying in ahead of Winter's incoming wrath
Covering all things that are of the earth
Putting to sleep all flora in her path.
As the late Autumn sun sinks below the horizon
On this Special Night of the year
Plants which were all alive this past morn will be no more
It's time to make way for Winter's Cheer.
Everything Frost kisses will be put to eternal repose
Adorned by Frost's magical breath during the night
All will be dripping in Diamonds in the Morn
With which to dazzle by soft Morning's light.
Winter will be arriving shortly now
And Frost will take her leave
To make way for fluttering snowflakes
Which will come to dance during the long Winter's Eve.
poem by Christine A Kysely (29 December 2010)
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Too Far
Not too far it will be done
Not too far for the meantime,
Somewhere between two and one
Just short of the dividing line
poem by Richard Jarboe
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December
It’s with trepidation and mixed emotions that I arrive here.
It’s a month of giving, but means loss of another year.
Another year that has expired as I celebrate the holidays.
I cherish society’s true gifts and lament its hollow ways.
Its true gifts are the freedoms for which so many have died.
Hollow ways are by a few who have cheated and lied.
Best of all are the gifts of being with dear family and friends,
Good wishes, hugs and kisses with the love that this sends.
I’ll cleanse my mind so that the only things I’ll remember
Are future positives nurtured by this joyous December.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Attitude
Kids kind of dirty and a light on you
But talk, talk, talk is all you can do
You want to know how to play a game of show and tell
But youre just not getting off on yourself
When you got to get a message through
Its not what you do
Its your attitude
And there is nothing stopping you
Its not what you do
Its your attitude
You got to get off on yourself
And give them that attitude
You got shrink wrap rap and a prefab smile
Too much substance, not enough style
You got your new age voodoo, but that wont help
cause youre just not getting off on yourself
When you got to get a message through
Its not what you do
Its your attitude
And there is nothing stopping you
Its not what you do
Its your attitude
So you got to get off on yourself
And give it the attitude
Now that youre ok and Im ok
Decide to have it out or to get away
If I didnt believe every word I say
I wouldnt be the man that I am today
It aint no secret, it dont take money
So give it to yourself, in a way its funny
Just try to do right, and it comes right through
Dont care about the donts and dos
If you want to get a message through
Its not what you do
Its your attitude
And there is nothing stopping you
Its not what you do
Its your attitude
You got to get off on yourself, stay up on yourself
Get yourself an attitude
Its the way you walk and the way you talk
And the way you do everything you do
You got the attitude
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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The Life Of A Cat
Sleep.
Eat.
Sleep.
Play with string.
Sleep.
Eat.
Sleep.
Hu nt a bug.
Sleep.
Eat.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Sleep.
(Previously published in Superior Poetry News, Spring 1999, vol 5, No.1; Short North Gazette, Aug.1999; Lightverse.com, Nov.2000)
poem by Laurence Overmire
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The Gifts of Life and Pollution
Nature's gifts are sunny beaches,
Nature's gifts are rocky mountains,
Nature's gifts are vast oceans,
Nature's gifts are the tranquil colors in the rainbow,
Nature's gifts are rain forests,
Nature's gift is life.
Our gifts are oceans filled with toxins,
Our gifts are global warming,
Our gifts are deserted forests,
Our gifts are killed animals,
Our gifts are serious diseases,
Our gift is pollution.
poem by Melanie Jackson
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Ellen
Music by 10,000 maniacs - lyrics by mary ramsey
Eager to please was just the way that he was
Though his attempts there falling short,
Expectation
See he would tell of all his conquests,
Was he bragging?
But in the evening all alone
Ellen unplanned delays
Saving for someone who really cared about you
Invincible they say
Married to your name
She was the kind between a child and a lady,
Quick was her temper
Like a blaze from an ember
No one had measured to her standard,
So in the evening all alone all alone
How do I tell them to open their minds
And to take a chance
Maybe on finding lifes treasure stubborn they stay set
In their ways really not wanting to be lonely not alone.
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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Unknown Walks
There are too many truths to be known.
I do not know where I go next,
to a lie or a truth.
In this journey of getting old,
we might meet again.
Even if two travellers
are with two destinations to reach,
with two unrelated dreams they may still meet
in the same carriage,
on the same track and
share a cup of tea over the same sunset.
You shall never know
who is looking for your touch at this moment,
what you have lost or left in the last moment.
There is a story that you do not know,
shall be read and someone shall remember you,
your smile, the float of a play on your lips
yet, yet you shall neither feel the joy
nor know what is.
The mad man shows that
there are too many joys to be known.
As many are there definitions of old things
so many are the colours of youth,
so many are the ages of seasons
and length of time.
You can play memories like old songs to laugh,
weep, love and perhaps also to live what is no more.
Time has left ways of healing,
but now I am in love with these small smiles
wet in the eyes intensely, glittering gifts of time.
Those who get cured of love
are those who have never burnt
in the passionate midnight or
in the charm of the fire of moon.
You can now stare at the sky with an empty heart.
The sky might befriend you,
paintings might become colourful
with company and you shall silently
celebrate the realisation that tomorrow nothing shall remain.
If the smile of seeking nothing blossoms
in your face this night,
You are ready to be alive.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
poem by Robert Frost
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A Kind Of Happiness
do not define it
do not defend it
do not attempt to prevent it
i comes
unexpectedly, and goes beyond plans,
no stars draw a map
to where it can be found
an evening talk, an
early frost, it comes surprisingly
even on mornings
when you take
breakfast alone, it is sexless,
it assumes a face
the moment you see it
inside your heart
or on the highway on evergreen Volkswagen.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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