For me, a page of good prose is where one hears the rain and the noise of battle. It has the power to give grief or universality that lends it a youthful beauty.
quote by John Cheever
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Lost poem
It was on this page, then gone
Like feathers blowing in the wind.
Where is the prose I wrote?
Not a letter is in sight.
I am looking with all my might.
Oh where is the prose I wrote?
Today I wrote a new poem,
Was it lost in cyberspace?
I hope not for I might not know it,
Even staring at me in the face.
Give me a break, my memories are at stake.
Oh where is the prose I wrote?
The Power
A king is crying from his throne
He had a queen but now shes gone
What is this magic that we seek
The mighty strong turn mighty weak
Every good girl hears it
Every bad boy fears it
No matter what I see
I believe, I believe
Chorus:
The power touches me
The power helps us see
The power holds my hand
The power drives me crazy
A flower grows, an old man dies
And through it all we still survive
A poor man screams but no one hears
Aint nothing changed much through the years
Every bad day needs it
Every good day breeds it
No matter how it feels
When its real you know its real
Stronger than any bomb that any man has ever made
(repeat chorus)
And it wont take long to understand
Just how amazed I am
Hey, hey
Open up your eyes and see
It wont take long to understand
Just how amazed I am
Every good day needs it
Every bad day needs it
No matter what I see
I believe, I believe
Stronger than any bomb any man has ever made
(repeat chorus twice)
The power drives me crazy
If I believe and you believe
And we believe everything is gonna be all right
All right
It just might
(the power)
(the power)
(the power)
(the power)
song performed by by Amy Grant
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The Power
The king is crying from his throne
He had a queen but now shes gone
What is the magic that we seek
The mighty strong to mighty weak
Every good girl hears it, every bad boy fears it
No matter what I see, I believe, I believe
Chorus:
The power touches me, the power sets us free
The power holds my hand, the power drives me crazy
The flowers grows an old man dies
And through it all we still survive
A poor man dreams but no one hears
Aint nothing changed much through the years
Every bad day needs it, every good day breeds it
No matter how it feels when its real
You know its real
Its stronger than anybody any man has ever made
Chorus
The power touches me, the power helps us see
The power holds my hand, yeah the power drives me
Crazy
It wont take long to understand
Just how lucky I am
Hey, hey open up your eyes and see
It wont take long to understand
Just how lucky I am
Every good boy needs it, every bad girl breeds it
No matter what I see I believe, I believe
Its stronger than anybody any man has ever made
Chorus x 2
The power, the power, the power
If I believe in you and me
Do we believe that the powers gonna be alright
In just my mind, yeah, yeah
In the power, the power of love
I believe in the power, the power of love baby
song performed by by Cher
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Lord, I give you all my praise. (To the tune of down at the cross)
O Lord, My God, I give you all my praise
You have cared for me all my days
You have comfort and strengthen me
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes, God has been good to me.
God has been so good to me.
Yes, God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
O’ Lord, My God, to you I lift my hand
You will bless me right where I stand
You will guide me along the way
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes, God has been good to me.
God has been so good to me.
Yes God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
O Lord My God to you I sing my praise
I surrender and beg for your grace
Please O’ Lord, forgive all my sins.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes, God has been good to me.
God has been so good to me.
Yes God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
O Lord, my God I need your help today
Please send some aid quickly my way
Problems are so bad I can hardly pray
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes, God has been good to me.
God has been so good to me.
Yes, God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
O Lord, My God, thanks for all you have done
You have empowered me to overcome
Now, I can claim my battle as won
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes God has been good to me.
God has been so good me.
Yes God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
poem by Reginald Walker
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One Good Reason
Give me one good reason
That I should care
Give me one good reason
And Ill be there
Like a thief youve stolen
Like rain on a grave
Like a priest whos spoken
But failed to save
Now the air is empty
And the ground the same
Love has gone to be buried
Beside my name
Give me one good reason
That I should care
Give me one good reason
And Ill be there
Why couldnt you have told me
About your liars kiss
I cant believe youd leave me
At a time like this
And the wind is howling
And its a dying dream
And my faith is silent
While my doubts scream
Give me one good reason
That I should care
Give me one good reason
And Ill be there
Give me one good reason
Give me one good reason
Give me one good reason
That I should care
Give me one good reason
Give me one good reason
Give me one good reason
That I should care
Give me one good reason
Give me one good reason
Give me one good reason
That I should care
song performed by by Eagle Eye Cherry
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Self Knowledge for M lady Ernestine
A mature lady who was known
for beauty in her younger days.
Now like a rose that’s overblown,
She’s wise enough to change her ways.
For youthful beauty cannot last
once you have reached maturity.
It’s no use dwelling on the past.
You must accept reality.
She’s now known as a lady who
despises foolish fashion trends
She is one of the lucky few
who knows when youthful beauty ends.
You can develop stateliness.
Express your personality
a greater gift than prettiness.
This virtue lasts indefinitely.
An older woman can impress
by her sheer strength of character.
And therein lies her cleverness
she knows that many men prefer.
Maturity to youthfulness.
Her style of self sufficiency
enhances her attractiveness
lends her an air of mystery.
Arousing most men’s interest.
Like moths around a candle flame,
they vie to prove they are the best.
She is the mistress of the game..
Do not despair as beauty fades.
At best its only transient
a property of all young maids
which they attain by accident.
An older woman can attract
the kind of man she chooses to.
With whom she’d like to interact.
What she decides that she will do.
Permits no one to interfere
She knows that she is in control
a fact that she will make quite clear.
To be herself her only goal..
16-Feb-09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I Was, Once, Too Beautiful....
first there was a word
you listen carefully
it is uttered
it is not the word
but how beauty presents itself to you
it is awesome
then the word was gone
you have paid no attention to it
it is beauty that
strikes you
and wish some more to see it again
beauty parades itself in nudity
you fell in awesome silence
who can speak about it?
you are shut into a room of amazement
this wish to possess and hold and
not lose the grasp
but beauty does not belong to you
neither does it belong to anyone else
it escapes and then lost forever
time takes it
and time does not give it back
you mourn
but in the middle of your grief
you accept
i too was once
that beauty, so why should i grieve some more?
i too was that beauty
that never was once possessed by someone else
now it is not the grief
but that selfishness
and greed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Have hues a role?
Grass lends beauty to ‘green’;
Tooth lends beauty to ‘white’;
Sky lends beauty to ‘blue’.
So do lips to ‘red’.
Red lips excel red blood;
Brown horse excel brown ass;
Yellow gold excels yellow brass.
So does black hair, black skin.
Black hair yields to white hair;
Green meadow yields to gray one.
Brown curls yield to fallen leaves
So does tender skin to one wrinkled.
The stuff rules; the merit rules;
The young rules. Have hues a role?
13.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ode to a Blank Page
Ode to a blank page
It’s blue seemingly thin lines flying across the page
Each producing a small space to place your thoughts on
Next lies the taunting red margin
Baring how sparsely you’ve done
You can strike the page with a single blow
Leaving a mark that did no good
Ode to a blank page
Why do you stare?
Taunting and shrieking in my ear
Emptiness fills the page
The blanks intimidate even the strong
How strong it is
To give a cut even to the toughest skin
Ode to a blank page
You know I’m jealous
How I despise all your characteristics
poem by Rachele ...duhh
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To Edward Fitzgerald
I chanced upon a new book yesterday;
I opened it, and, where my finger lay
'Twixt page and uncut page, these words I read -
Some six or seven at most - and learned thereby
That you, Fitzgerald, whom by ear and eye
She never knew, "thanked God my wife was dead."
Aye, dead! and were yourself alive, good Fitz,
How to return you thanks would task my wits.
Kicking you seems the common lot of curs -
While more appropriate greeting lends you grace,
Surely to spit there glorifies your face -
Spitting from lips once sanctified by hers.
poem by Robert Browning
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Power to the women
Give power to the woman that wakes up at dawn to have her family ready for the day
Give power to that woman that
That fathers her children
To that woman that gave birth to our heroes and heroines
To that woman that molded the good men out there
Give power to that woman that works two jobs to feed their families
Give power to that woman that made it in a male dominated industry,
Kept her calm and conquered
Give power to that woman that rose above all odds
Power to that woman that didn't give up on love after being
Being cheated
Ill treated
Abused
Called names and never appreciated
Power to that woman that loved even though she had never felt loved
To that woman that cared when she was never cared for
When betrayal and hate filled her heart with rage
Poisoned and bitter, she still loved anyhow
Power to that woman, for she is strong
Power to that woman for being a woman
Power to the women
Power to the women!
poem by Solomon Kobela
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No Poem In Here
this is a blank space reserved for an obituary of a dead poem
prose claims a space though in another glossy page.
plese turn to the next page
those non-poets like me please transfer to another room
this place is for dead poems for those who killed living poems this page this space is reserved for all of them.
we non-poets are moving out to another empty page
about to be added, if you can wait, mr. poet...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The beauty of...
The beauty of the dark,
is the beauty of no light.
The beauty of the silent,
is the beauty of no noise.
The beauty of the moon,
is the beauty of no sun.
The beauty of you,
is the beauty of everything.
poem by Anne Unknown
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The Power Age
Key:-a - anita r - ray
R: welcome to the power age
Money, money, money
R: the power age its the new generation
We are the ones with no limitations
We had the iron and the stone
Now we got a new age that we own
But its not about the power that makes you blind
Its all about the the power thats in your mind
This is the time to get the power
The power age, this is the hour
So let the _ take you on _
A: woow...
So release all the pain that stood there before
A: this is the power age
So get with it, oyeah, you belong
Theres only one force that makes you strong
A: oh.. oh...
This is the power age
A: were reaching for the final destination
To break out of the cage
Get in to the power age
With all of the brand new generation
Its time to turn the page
We living in the power age
A: break out of your cage; into the power age
R: the age of destruction, the age of hate
And the age of violence and the ages of late
Greed and gain thats all they care
Money, money, money, with enough to share
So get with it feel the vibration
The power age its just a sensation
You can feel it down in your soul
When you let the force take control
So by now you better know the deal
A: woow...
You gotta to get high to get real
A: this is the power age
Free you mind to disgage
Welcome to the power age
A: oh.. oh...
This is the power age
A: were reaching for the final destination
To break out of the cage
Get in to the power age
With all of the brand new generation
Its time to turn the page
We living in the power age
A: were reaching for the final destination
To break out of the cage
Get in to the power age
With all of the brand new generation
Its time to turn the page
We living in the power age
R: this is the power age
This is the power age
Swing it
Swing it
A: get in to the power age!
A: cause we part of a new generation
R: the power age
A: woow.... this is the power age
R:yeah! the power age
A: woow.... this is the power age
A: were reaching for the final destination
To break out of the cage
Get in to the power age
With all of the brand new generation
Its time to turn the page
We living in the power age
A: were reaching for the final destination
To break out of the cage
Get in to the power age
With all of the brand new generation
Its time to turn the page
We living in the power age
song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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It's Music Not Noise
Love Music, Hate Noise
Music may heal you
Noise may irritate you
Different from every aspect.
Find Music, Throw Noise
Music is nice,
Noise is insane
Different from each other.
Cherish Music, Burn Noise
Music is good
Noise is evil
Now can you choose?
poem by Rudy Rico Castillo
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Poem Versus Prose
You do not like this poem
And I do not like your prose
Enough with your predicates
And your subjects
In this poem you will find
No commas and semicolons
This poem
Is armed with rhythms
Stanzas and shifts
This poem has no end
There are no colons
In this poem
Your prose is replete with nuances
This poem echoes
The plight of the oppressed
And dispossessed
In your prose I find parentheses
This poem speaks of life
Your prose can be edited
Cut this poem and it bleeds
You do not like this poem
And I do not like your prose
Prose has pauses and hyphens
Prose comes to a stop
This poem plugs images
Even in your head
Prose deals with fiction
And nonfiction
This poem can be heard
It can be felt
It speaks of hunger
Of hopelessness
Homelessness
It speaks of a bitter reality
You do not like this poem
poem by Buxton Shippy
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Blessings Of Life
rain good friend to soil
your blessing is soft moist earth
rain good friend to plants
your blessing is fruitful growing life
rain good friend to animals
your blessing is healthy vibrant diversity
rain good friend to dry land
your blessing is lakes streams rivers
rain everywhere I rapture look
yours blessing bestows beauty
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Front Page Of The Purple Sage
Three days ago, the falling rain
Gave life to limb and root.
And now the sage bursts forth in song,
Enriched by liquid loot.
A flower for each dropp of rain;
Its beauty for the bow;
Glad earth's salute for thirst relieved,
For heaven's gentle flow.
Thus, front page of The Purple Sage,
With lavish editor,
Reports with blossoms the good news,
In headlines lavender.
poem by Dennis Lange
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God, Mary and Jesus
Can a good person give his lover grief
If he himself possesses all the powers?
Can a good person make his lover mortal
If he himself is immortal?
Can a good person deprive his son of a lover
For many years
If he himself has a lover?
Can a good person deprive his son
Of enough power, wealth and prestige
For many years
If he himself has all that?
Can a good person hurt his son
If no one is able to hurt him?
And so forth.
There are many people still now
Who do not give grief to their lovers!
There are many people still now
Who sacrifice their lives for their lovers!
There are many people still now
Who arrange marriage of their infants!
There are many people still now
Who give many of their belongings to their children!
There are many people still now
Who sacrifice their lives for their children!
Is God a bad person then?
There are many people still now
Who have more than one lover!
There are many people still now
Who have more than one child!
Does God lack sufficient amount of love?
Is there no other girl who loves God?
Does God dislike children?
If one son is enough for God,
What about a daughter?
Holy Spirit is no one else but Angel Gabriel
In the Holy Koran He is sometimes called Ruh
Which means Soul or Spirit
Because he is so near and dear to God's body
So please, don't say, Three;
There's only one God.
poem by Asif Andalib
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to GOD
MY lines are to GOD
scratches of the cat's claws
on a wooden pillar of the old
deserted house.
To God my silence is noise
he hears them just like any
ordinary noise on the streets
where dreams are dumped
and stamped and left behind.
To God, my poems are rotten
and he would not care giving
them a second of his infinity.
To God i am just like you,
the anonymous, the leftover
of humanity, the leaf upon a
heap of leaves, the sand among
the oceans of sands in the desert,
a figment of a ray of sunlight,
one of the drops of rain in
the storm, a dust in the galaxies
of planets and stars.
To God, i am nothing.
Deep in my heart however,
I feel that He loves Me.
And so now He listens
and Touches truly me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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