I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky, And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon.
quote by Muhammad Iqbal
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Everyone is a beggar
.
Money is the sinews of fame, not merit.
Money is the sinews of romance, not love.
Money is the sinews of justice, not truth.
Money is the sinews of power, not rank.
Everyone is a beggar of money, not virtues
.24.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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What You Do Best
Take to the blade
slice my flesh
watch me bleed
make it flow
flood the streets
paint with my blood
swim in my blood
Sink away in my placenta
drown in me
laugh at my wounds
Howl at the moon
this is what you do best
rinse my veins
wash my heart
bleach my lungs
curse my soul
Howl at the moon
this is what you do best
poem by Lola Sanchez
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Of our Romance
Your a fever I can't sweat out,
Laying in bed, screaming your name,
I can't get rid of you, so easily
Your like a drug I can't put down,
Coursing in my veins, thicker, sweeter then the blood,
Running from our finger-tips
As we hold hands, running through the razor blades
Of our Romance
Your like something I've caught,
A rare butterfly in a net,
And I love you,
More surely then I've ever loved
Anything else before.
Your like a fever I can't sweat out,
Thrashing in the sick bed
Of our Romance
poem by Geneva Henderson
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Apocalyptic Moon
I asked the moon,
pale and dreary,
Where in your honey-dripping shine they sprout;
These blood-sniffing beasts,
Nocturnal ever?
Whispered unto me then the moon,
A melancholy, an unlikely alibi;
Nay, not me, they were littered in shadows,
That dripped unto their veins thus conceit and poison.
Nay, not me, they were littered in shadows,
out of my grip, away from my shine.
I asked again the moon,
pale and dreary,
Laden with apprehension
And hope so frail:
O' Moon! What do they see in you then,
These blood-sniffing beasts,
Littered in shadows,
Upon this mirror spotless and heavenly;
When I see beauty and dream and beyond?
Said the moon,
Now animated and brightened:
It is the justice I show,
Apocalypse they see.
poem by Bhanu Padmo
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Set Me Free
I knew that feeling once
Coursing through my veins
Since then it's all been fronts
I've never held the reigns
I'm ready to feel it again
I want to know I'm alive
Cause on a scale of one to ten
I'm somewhere ‘round a five
And then I saw your face
The way you looked at me
Moving with such grace
One touch you set me free
poem by Paul H Nelson
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Watch
1.
Watching it closely, respecting its mystery,
is the note you've pinned above this heavy Dutch table
that takes the light weight of what you work at,
coaxing the seen and any mystery it might secrete
into words that mightn't fall too far short, might let you
hear how the hum of bees in the pink fuchsia
and among the buttercups and fat blackberries
is echoed by that deep swissshhh sound that is
your own blood coursing its steady laps
and speaking in beats to the drum of your left ear.
2.
When you watch the way the sycamore leaf curls,
browns, dries, and drops from the branch it's lived on
since spring, to be blown by a soundless breeze
along the seed heads of the uncut grass, then
the mystery that is its movement—the movement,
that is, from seed to leaf-shard and so on
to fructive dust—holds still an instant, gives a glimpse
of something that quickens away from language
into the riddling bustle of just the actual as you
grab at it and it disappears again, again unsaid.
poem by Eamon Grennan
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How Large – How Large
How large – how large
The pale moon smiles:
The pale round moon
How does it smile
And smile.
Its cheek a little less
Wan and austere:
And veins – thin veins
Of red do seem to flush
The round moon’s face.
And on its bosom
The dark sea
Bears the moon’s face
All silvery.
poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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How To Fight Loneliness
The ashtray says
You were up all night
When you went to bed
With your darkest mind
Your pillow wept
And covered your eyes
And you finally slept
While the sun caught fire
You've changed
We fell in love
In the key of C
We walked along
Down by the sea
You followed me down
The neck to D
And fell again
Into the sea
You changed
Oh, you've changed
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
The ashtray says
You were up all night
When you went to bed
With your darkest mind
You changed
Oh, you've changed
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
song performed by by Wilco
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Sonnet: The Cemetery
My father's blood is coursing through my veins;
His virtuous life goads me do greater things;
His condescension in my heart too reigns;
I want to join his band of great earthlings.
The man of conscience is edifice;
The man who's duty-bound is praise-worthy;
The liar lolls in his own artifice;
Remaining unsightly to God-earthy.
The grave is just an outward show of men!
But lies within it, Truth, untruth, buried;
Let sanctity remain; Lets say, 'AMEN';
When earth grows weeds, how long can one unweed?
Let practice stay second to doing deeds;
The soil matters, equally falling seeds.
poem by John Celes
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Monkberry Moon Delight
So I sat in the attic,
A piano at my nose,
And the wind played a dreadful cantata (cantata...).
Sore was I from the crack of an enemys hose,
And the horrible sound of tomato (tomato...).
Ketchup (ketchup)
Soup and puree (soup and puree),
Dont get left behind (get left behind)...
When a rattle of rats had awoken,
The sinews, the nerves and the veins.
My piano was boldly outspoken, in attempts to repeat its refrain.
So I stood with a knot in my stomach,
And I gazed at that terrible sight
Of two youngsters concealed in a barrel,
Sucking monkberry moon delight.
Monkberry moon delight,
Monkberry moon delight.
Well, I know my banana is older than the rest,
And my hair is a tangled beretta.
When I leave my pajamas to billy budapest,
And I dont get the gist of your letter (your letter...).
Catch up! (catch up),
Cats and kittens (cats and kittens),
Dont get left behind (get left behind)...
Monkberry moon delight...
Monkberry moon delight...
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Dilly-Dally
The dalliance so severed my veins with fire,
The dilly-dallying of my life had just happened.
My virtues involved the system of joy,
The vilification of a soul was upon us.
Pleasing was a sad point to include for all those ill,
My veins sent shivers to me, the blood flowed in ways.
I have severed my veins at the end of time and space,
I join others in the game of chess when lost for words.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Shot In The Arm
The ashtray says
You were up all night
When you went to bed
With your darkest mind
Your pillow wept
And covered your eyes
And you finally slept
While the sun caught fire
Youve changed
We fell in love
In the key of C
We walked along
Down by the sea
You followed me down
The neck to D
And fell again
Into the sea
You changed
Oh, youve changed
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
The ashtray says
You were up all night
When you went to bed
With your darkest mind
You changed
Oh, youve changed
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
song performed by by Wilco
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Scars
(ian hunter/darrell bath/honest john plain)
Well I still got your blood running through my veins
I still got your blood running through my veins
And even though the circumstances change
I know we never got along - the pieces would not fit
And I still got the scars to show for it
Staring through the window at the rain
Is it me or have all the colours changed?
I was sick with jealousy
I know why you had to split
And you still got the scars to prove it.
I cant see them, but I can feel them
Theyre tearing me up inside
I feel them kicking - I feel them sticking
Like something in me died
And its all right - I wish you the very best
I just had to get it/this off my chest
People tell me on the street that you dont give a
I took that kind of hard
Its just another kind of scar I got to show for it
Its just another scar I got to show for it
I still got your blood running through my vein
But I still got your blood running through my vein
I still got your blood running through my vein
I say I still got your blood running through my vein
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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The Edge Of Water
[verse]
Have you ever been haunted
The way I've been by you?
And have you ever felt
The measure of the days
That I've spent waiting
Pining for you?
[chorus]
I can't see the sun for the daylight
I can't feel Your breath
For the wind
I don't want to step from
Thes shadows
Till you're comin' back again
[verse]
I've dammed these emotions
To keep my lanterns lit
Shaken by this longing
Coursing through my veins
In my mind
song performed by by Jars Of Clay from The Eleventh Hour
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Travel My Soul
You can look into my eyes and travel
It to the depths of my soul
A beauty which will never grow old.
I will not only tell you I love you
I will show you I love you.
Follow the pulsating blood through my veins
Taking you to my soul.
Once in my soul you will see, that the love
We have for each other, was meant to be.
You’ll see the fireworks exploding in my heart
As you would a shooting star across the sky.
For this love would never die.
My love courses through my veins
Like the rivers that course thru the lands.
The beauties are enjoyed by everyone
Wanting to touch it and travel its never ending course.
But you are the captain of this ship
And you can go to any destiny your heart desires.
Travel my veins to my head, just so that you can see
My thoughts, emotions, my memories.
As the stars are to the sky, the moon to the earth
The sun to the land, giving new life birth.
You are the days, the nights, the food to my soul
And you are the one, that I long to hold.
If you tire of the travel and would like to
Give my heart a test.
I will be there, to put your heart to rest.
poem by Louis Rams
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Hunter’s Moon
In a trench on the frontline
with a periscope, I survey
the no man’s land in front of me.
The moon is a hunter’s moon
where any movement is silhouetted
against the night sky.
I sit and watch
for the clouds across the moon
when we will get the orders
to climb over the top and charge
to meet the enemy eye to eye
never knowing if you are going to die.
You will if you are caught
under a hunter’s moon.
12 December 2009
poem by David Harris
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Bad Blood
Always lookin for a good time
She came on just like a hurricane
Man she was far too hot to handle
Like fightin fire with gasoline
All I needed was compassion
Id been out there on my own too long
But she hungered for my lovin
That first bite chilled me to the bone
Bad blood runnin through my veins
Bad, bad blood is drivin me insane
Hey Ive become a wild one
Im not quite the man I used to be
Just like livin on a knife edge
That woman put a spell on me
Bad blood runnin through my veins
Bad, bad blood is drivin me insane
Always lookin for a good time
She came on just like a hurricane
Man she was far too hot to handle
Like fightin fire with gasoline
song performed by by Europe
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The Pen Drooped
The flame ignited my insides
And I squirmed beneath
The whispering wind,
The moon took away my howls
And crucified my tongue,
And as I whittled in pain
Without a hiss of air
The veins shrunk
Clogging the heart,
I have ran out of blood
This is all that I have.
My last strand of life
Is sent into abeyance.
poem by Norman Santos
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Dust Moon
How long have I been running far far away from you
As many miles as I've gone
Still the darkness comes on
There will be a crimson moon tonight
Dust moon rises...your face haunts me so
Dust moon rises...sanity leaving me soon
I still see your blood on the face of the moon
Your face haunts me, nothing clear now
Dust moon has risen
Bloody, mocking moon
Daylight seems lifetimes away, eternal midnight
Keep running away
Dust moon has risen...haunting me so
Dust moon rises...sanity, leaving me so soon?
I still see your face on the blood of the moon
And when the dust moon rests his weary head
And the sunshine begins to rise
Will I still be here or will I be dead
Is the dawn of a new day just a lie?
A Mixed Breed
I have the blood of a white man,
My papa's blood that is.
I have the blood of a black woman,
My mama's blood that is.
And so my blood is a mixture
Of blood that's hers and his.
It courses through my veins each day
With its color imbed.
And every time I have cut myself
The color of it's red.
Can't tell which is my papa's
Or mama's that I see?
Only thing I really see
Is it doesn't matter to me.
I've been loved by black and white.
I've been hated too.
Sometimes at night while I'm in bed
I wonder when I'm through
Will I be judged by the color of my skin
Which is neither black nor white?
Or the blood that gave to me my life
as I tried to do everything right?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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