Tell me what you read and I'll tell you who you are is true enough, but I'd know you better if you told me what you reread.
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I Read and Reread/ The Poets I Love
I READ AND REREAD/ THE POETS I LOVE
I read and reread
The poets I love-
I seek new poets
To love poetry more with-
I write my own small poems
And read them again occasionally-
Sometimes I find in them lines
I want to return to
And remember.
If only I could be such a stranger to myself
That I in reading a poem of my own
Would know it belongs to Literature.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Poem Of Yesterday Reread Today
THE POEM OF YESTERDAY REREAD TODAY
The poem of yesterday reread today
No longer is a poem-
It is not enough to live in the moment-
What will remain is what we need to return to again and again-
This poem now
Will it be here tomorrow?
Or will no one
ever need
To reread it?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Invitation
You are invited cordially
To read my poem
Read and reread again
And again and again
With undiminish interest.
I invite you to read my poem
And search out yourself
Where you are missing
And find you out in it
You please read my poem
And see in it how you
Manage yourself to stay
And how you are making
Preparation to go finally.
I invite you to read my poem
And I invite you cordially.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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She Told Me...
She told me that
you’ve fallen for me
I blushed and asked you
“is it true? ”
She told me that
you would not tell me
I still did ask you
“is it true? ”
She told me that
you’ve always loved me
couldn’t help but ask you
“is it true? ”
I told her that
you couldn’t acknowledge
I kept on asking
“is it true? ”
She is my other self
she knows it all…
she told me again
you’ll take your time
Tell me, my love
how long do I wait...
to hear from you
if it really is true?
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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I Take My Poems With Me Wherever I Go
I take my poems with me wherever I go-
I write and read them inside myself
Sometimes I try to recall them and cannot
And most are forgotten
And live elsewhere on pages little or never read -
But inside myself
I have poems
I write and rewrite
Read and reread.
I am poems
And wherever I go they are with me
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Dreamed I Was a Poem
I dreamed I was a poem
And the universe read and reread me-
Until waking up I understood
I would never be written again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Poem of the Afternoon
THE POEM OF THE AFTERNOON
The poem of the afternoon
Long and drawn out
Does not know why it is written
And what its true name is.
It does not ask or answer
Remember or remain
It simply appears
And disappears
As if its writing
Were yet
One more way of
Just being in the world
And passing its light.
The poem of the afternoon
Does not know why it is
Or why it should be
But now that it is here
It looks out at the trees
Through the sun of its pages
And prepares itself to be read and reread
As if someone somewhere
Searches and sees it.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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History?
Has history taught us nothing
but tales and ancient lies?
All wrapped up in stories
not told us by the wise?
Told by the vicars who consecrated death
Told by the rulers
with power in their breath.
Passed on in written words
in books the masses read,
never questioned, never disputed
in the minds they lead.
Slanted stories still present
right to our present day.
Foes of peace seen as heroes
in ungodly ways
and as we live the history writers
will pen each blazing act
as benificent for these difficult times,
more fiction than true fact.
So those who follow in our steps
will read our history book
and what they read will be fantasy
with a different look.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Esteem
Although it is 2010 and not the 60's--
You have definately caught my eye...
Took me back to the: Crystals from Brooklyn--
And songs of happy days gone by;
Seems i am reading you...
And-wow-you sometimes read me...!
The latter is a great compliment---
Of the highest degree! ;
It seems that whatever your subject matter...
I almost always totally agree...
Given that we grew up in the same era...
This fact does not surprise me;
This week you wrote of an end of an Era In Publishing...
I read you-reread you and know that it is no doubt true--
Sadly, i put my hands to my keyboard (in vain?)
Typing up a manuscript that is long overdo;
Now i am keeping my fingers crossed-oh most esteemed...
That i might just sneak in under the final line...
Much like you in the OLD ERA of New York...
And get myself published-perhaps just in time! ;
Dedicated to the book: '77 Love Sonnets'
Publisher: Common Good Books
And its most esteemed author.
May 28,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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For The Things That I Cannot Change
what can i do?
i simply have to keep
them
like a page in the book
i make some dog ears
for tomorrow
i shall read them again
find some words
that anger me
and stir me to
envy
from there i shall stop
and reread
and reinvent myself
and in time proclaim
this is me
take it or leave it
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poet and Auditor
most people don't read poetry
And when, and if they do
reflect- upon what pertains to them
glance and pick at fruits
of another mind so bold and ripe
revealing the serious and tripe
not all words touch the right chords
replay pictures of the mind
the moods of both author and reader
in one point of time must be align
eclipse all other thoughts,
so that reflected, dawn on another
It is a marriage, a spoken contract
made in time, culture of the mime
read and reread, said and re said
poem by Shimon Weinroth
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No Respect
I really don’t get no respect
I really almost never do
Just read a little bit further
And you’ll see how much that’s true
My shrink told me I was crazy as a drunken pigeon
So I righteously told him I wanted a second opinion
“O.K.” said he… quite candidly
“You’re not only crazy…You’re butt ugly too! ”
poem by David Whalen
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I think most people read and re-read the things that they have liked. That's certainly true in my case. I re-read Pound a great deal, I re-read Williams, I re-read Thomas, I re-read the people whom I cam to love when I was at what you might call a formative stage.
quote by James Laughlin
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While I Cry
They told me what youd do
If I ever stayed with you.
They told me that youd laugh
While I cried.
They told me what youd say
That youd turn and walk away
And find another place to play,
While I cried.
Now I think back on those times
I didnt read between the lines.
How all the things that you said
Never seemed to match the things you did.
Thoughts keep turning round in my mind
Now I see reason and rhyme.
Time spent with you has brought me something
And Ive lost nothing if you are that kind.
They told me what youd do
If I ever stayed with you
And sure enough,
It all came true.
song performed by by Monkees
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Contemporary Poetry
contemporary poetry
is nice to read since they are
not cliches, very much unlike
shakespeare or
mary oliver
i 've seen one and read it
over and over again
it feels like
trickling rain from
my forehead to my
spine
like this:
rain
rain
go
away
come
back
an
other
d
a
y....
i am amazed
i think i will write about jack and jill went up the hill to get a pail of water.
jack forgot and
what is that? jill come rolling after?
the pail.
i am bitter.
sour i mean.
i don't belong
i am one kind of a frustrated contemp...
orary wri
ter.
well, i will try next time
i have to reread
bukowski's advice
i will wait
till the next tick.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Names disappear
You are your own master
As thoughts flow faster
You should worry for none
As you have to go it alone
Let words flow from you mind
They may exactly suit and find
The place where they must affect
Crate the impression and act
They all come from inner strength
As you have picked the length
It may wait for no theme
As they have natural rhythm
You are destined to be bird
So your voice is likely to be heard
Not when you are live and prominently read
But there after when you are gone and dead
Flowers fade and lay scattered
Your poems are remembered and uttered
With all that messages you had planned
Read and reread as they were beautifully penned
Names disappear but not the poems
As they are all meant for them
Someone may adopt it as model
The message will be clear to tell
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Poems Come Out of the Soul Of What I Am
MY POEMS COME OUT OF THE SOUL OF WHAT I AM
My poems come out of the soul of what I am
They are small
And they do not remain forever
They return and repeat themselves
Before leaving me alone.
My poems come out of the soul of what I am
But they do not really know me
Somewhere in another universe
They are read and reread endlessly
As if their meaning is more real
Than I can ever know it to be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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New Love
Theres a barge going by on the river.
Yellow against the blue.
Theres a bus driving up along the bridge
And its red like the color of new love.
And I need new love
And I need true love.
And I need to be held.
And I need to be told
Theres more to come.
Theres a woman beside a window.
Quiet against the street.
Theres a man beside a magazine stand.
Looks like hes waiting to meet some one.
And I need new love
And I need true love.
And I need to be held.
And I need to be told
Theres more to come.
And everything reminds me of you.
And everything reminds me of things we used to do.
Even though I miss you, I know were through.
And I need to find something new.
And I need new love
And I need true love.
And I need to be held.
And I need to be told
Theres more to come.
Theres a man playing guitar in the subway.
Gentle against the crowd.
Theres a kid in the upstairs apartment.
Plays his recorder, wakes me up from above.
And I need new love
And I need true love.
And I need to be held.
And I need to be told
Theres more to come.
song performed by by Heather Nova
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Imagine
(spoken) oohh yeah...dark child...shola ama
imagine if i told you that i want you
and imagine if it all came true
tell me what would you do with me
would you tell me that you feel the same
imagine if i told you that i need you
would you say baby i need you too
no matter what you do i know
that you should be in love with me
sometimes i find myself locked in two
secret thoughts hoping they'd come true
sometimes at night i'd feel you lying next to me baby
but these are things that i could never tell you
i can't imagine what you would do
after all you are so far away from me...from me
sometimes it feels just like a fantasy
and i don't know what to do
coz it's always been like a dream to me
to find a love to true
but i know it's only make believe
when i'm picturing me and you
oh one day i know that you'll be
the one that makes my dreams come true
imagine if i told you that i want you
and imagine if it all came true
tell me what would you do with me
would you tell me that you feel the same
imagine if i told you that i need you
would you say baby i need you too
no matter what you do i know
that you should be in love with me
there's a feeling so deep inside
telling me we are meant to me
praying that some day you will come for me...for me
but til then i'm just daydreaming
thinking about the way things could be
but it don't matter
coz you're still so far from me...baby
sometimes it feels just like a fantasy
and i don't know what to do
coz it's always been like a dream to me
to find a love to true
but i know it's only make believe
when i'm picturing me and you
oh one day i know that you'll be
the one that makes my dreams come true
imagine if i told you that i want you
and imagine if it all came true
tell me what would you do with me
would you tell me that you feel the same
imagine if i told you that i need you
would you say baby i need you too
no matter what you do i know
that you should be in love with me
how can you..be so far from me
how can i...be loving you endlessly
how can we...be so far out of reach
just not the way the way i hoped it would be
imagine if i told you that i want you
and imagine if it all came true
tell me what would you do with me
would you tell me that you feel the same
imagine if i told you that i need you
would you say baby i need you too
no matter what you do i know
that you should be in love with me
(repeat 2x)
song performed by by Shola Ama
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Contemporary Poetry (2)
contemporary poetry
is nice to read since they are
not cliches, very much unlike
shakespeare or
mary oliver
i 've seen one and read it
over and over again
it feels like
trickling rain from
my forehead to my
spine
like this:
rain
rain
go
away
come
back
an
other
d
a
y....
i am amazed
i think i will write about jack and jill went up the hill to get a pail of water.
jack forgot and
what is that? jill come rolling after?
the pail.
i am bitter.
sour i mean.
i don't belong
i am one kind of a frustrated contemp...
orary wri
ter.
well, i will try next time
i have to reread
bukowski's advice
i will wait
till the next tick.
oh well,
i got other things to do.
the grapes are sour anyway.
(cliche duh!)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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