A lot of the fun lies in trying to penetrate the mystery; and this is best done by saying over the lines to yourself again and again, till they pass through the stage of sounding like nonsense, and finally return to a full sense that had at first escaped notice.
quote by Anthony Hecht
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Prolific
he will not be a river
that runs dry
come drought
he will be the sea
as always
deep and blue
and mysterious
and he will speak
everything
interesting or not
from continent to
continent
from shore to shore
till everything
becomes the sea
till all the islands
are erased
till all the glaciers melt
till the world
becomes eaten by
the mouth of the
big water
he will never have
the writer's block
for in all truth
he will be everything
but sense and
nonsense
with the domination
of the latter of course
and you
who is curious shall read
till the last word
because you too
expects much
and then you make a sigh
you relate
and say i am also what i am
sense and nonsense
wise and otherwise.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sense
Sense
Which makes some sense
Other than nonsense
Supreme sense
Is civic sense.
Embedded with moral sense
Inject sense
In this universe
Oozing with nonsense.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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I Wanted To Tell Her
I wanted to tell her but I stuck to my lies
I wanted to tell her till I looked in her eyes
I wanted to tell her but I stuck to my lies
I wanted to tell her till I looked in her eyes
I wanted to tell her
I needed to tell her
Just like the wind you blew away your happy lovers touch
You bring the blues into my heart just like a rush
I cannot bear the way my heart has helped to keep you close
Of you my babe I cannot get enough
You touch me baby
I loved you to the lines of lies you told when I asked her name
I knew the perfume in your hair just wasnt mine
Did you ever think to notice me when you wasnt home?
I noticed every time
I wanted to tell her but I stuck to my lies
I wanted to tell her till I looked in her eyes
I wanted to tell her but I stuck to my lies
I wanted to tell her till I looked in her eyes
Thought you noticed every time but you didnt notice a thing
Id have to cover up my calls when the telephone would ring
Im tired of you and the things you do and all the things you say
No more babysitting for neurotic girls today
Im thinking that the pain Im going through just to keep you babe
Is something that I should bear
Did you ever stop to notice me when you had nothing?
And I never cared?
Just like the wind you blew away your happy lovers touch
You bring the blues into my life just like a rush
I cannot bear the way my heart has helped to keep you close
Of you my babe I cannot get enough
You touch me baby, dont be mean to me!
I wanted to tell her but I stuck to my lies
I wanted to tell her till I looked in her eyes
I wanted to tell her but I stuck to my lies
I wanted to tell her till I looked in her eyes
I wanted to tell her but I stuck to my lies
I wanted to tell her till I looked in her eyes
I wanted to tell her
I needed to tell her
song performed by by Ministry
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In Between The Lines
In between the lines
as we go about our lives
we often seem to think
no one loves no one cares
In between the lines
we drag our weary feet
and often think who cares
and shuffles mindless
to the beat
In between the lines
we search for gloom & doom
we come up with outrageous stories
that we plant between the lines
In between the lines
we throw caution to the wind
making out the lies
to be a bitter truth
so just bare in mind
what’s just been said
we always learn life’s mystery’s
in between the lines
poem by Kaila George
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Revelations
I am lost inside myself
Thoughts foggy and slow
Trying, trying to corrall them
Gather them
Trying to wade through,
Make sense
Separate
Them
Yet...
I can hardly think
To begin with
I am lost inside myself
Or am I lost outside myself
A wandering soul
Misshapen and aimless
In a no man's land
Barren and colorless
Full of
Hopelessness
Full of
Fear
Full of
Sorrow
So much pain
In my shame
I am alone,
Empty,
Gone
To a nowhere
A place with no name
The world is full of suffering
And we are all to blame
Smoke and mirrors
The whole world is a stage
A broken facade
The evil peeks through
Wasting time on nonsense
Like we have something
To prove
Living our days
As if the future is far away
How much time do we
Have left?
Is it years?
Is it hours?
Don't you feel something like death...
Coming to devour
Us all?
poem by Erika Wingo
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Its A Mystery
Words and music by bob seger
Its a mystery
How the heart beats
How the sun shines
How our eyes meet
Its a mystery
Lts a wonder
How we keep from
Sinking under
Its a mystery
All the nonsense
Set before us
Supposed to shock us
But it bores us
All the ennui
All the replays
All the rewrites
All the cant says
Its a mystery
Electron guns fire images
They end in interstellar space
Within the year
And through it all
We dance and starve and
Burn and clear
Its a mystery
How they con us
How they sneak til
Theyre upon us
All the anchors
With their helmets
Getting ratings
With their zealots
All the pundits
All the salesmen
Setting snake oil
To the nation
All the specials
Every rerun
All the penguins
Getting well-done
Its a mystery
Its a mystery
How the heart beats
How the sun shines
How our eyes meet
Its a mystery
Its a wonder
How we ever
Find each other
Its a mystery
song performed by by Bob Seger
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What is sense?
A fool speaks nonsense,
In which a wise one finds sense.
A wise one makes all sense
That a fool takes as nonsense.
What is sense?
21.05.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A 'i' Of You Touch Me
night is no mystery
night is dark
it needs light
to see surroundings
mystery is me
the I within
it needs
meditation
life long
more than one birth
the generation extends
to unveil
so when you touch me
I feel another 'I'
another mystery
to penetrate
Pranab k c
17/05/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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I think each of us knows his own mystery with a knowing that precedes the origins of all knowledge. None of us ever gives it away. No one can. We envelop it with talk and hide it with deeds. Yet we always hope that somehow the others will know it is there, that a mystery in the other we cannot know will respond to a mystery in the self we cannot understand. The only full satisfaction life offers us is this sense of communion. We seek it constantly. Sometimes we find it. As we grow older we learn that it is never complete and sometimes it is entire illusory.
quote by Kenneth Rexroth
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The Years Past
I gave love time money
I waited hours each time
you were late without reason
embracing you with genuine love
when you finally eventually arrive
you set friends up against me
your ego demanding centre stage
spot light achieved vanity requires
you flirted always unfaithful playgirl
yet you believed ‘I treat you badly! ’
'you do not think you do! '
chasing nice ass in blue jeans
drinking in bar with ego’s idol
(while I wait suffer ever alone)
enjoying socially knowing I will wait
the years pass leaving lies exposed
the years pass testing eternal patience
the years pass wearing upon weary heart
the years pass in gossip shame ridicule
the years pass leaving us eternally alone
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Tear Tram Lines
This town has lost its sparkle,
The stars have lost their shine,
This town’s too full of echoes,
And my face too full of lines.
The shore has lost its tide,
The waves have lost their rhyme,
This town’s too full of tears,
And my smile too full of lines.
The clock has stopped it’s ticking
My feet dance out of time,
This town’s too full of yesterdays,
And my frown too full of lines
The cinema’s showing it’s last reel,
The pubs have all called time,
This towns too full of actors
And my script too full of unread lines….
Love, Lace, and Lies
Shut under lock and key
Masking my identity with mystery
Love, lace, and lies
A just melody to raise my final goodbyes
Flourishing the last line of destiny with turmoil
Love
A foolish thing my sanity depends on
Where my heart is racing and my brain is gone
The most important part of my epic trilogy
Rising notes to the heavens with the power of a symphony
We learn to love and thus be loved in return
Lace
A final triumphant roar of my brooding elegance
Where my secrets are buried under layers of nonsense
The core heart and soul of my brick by brick barricade
In lace is where my individuality was made
Showing and revealing where my aura is concealing
Lies
A necessary act of dependent independence
Where my mercy is gone and my mind is tense
The ending chapter of my miserable history
Adding on these you will never unveil me
Try as you might, I've made too many pitiful excuses
No, you shall never unveil my surrounding mystery
My presence is a false identity
Love, lace, and lies
A just melody to raise my final goodbyes
I'm waiting for you to sneak a peek
poem by Gabrielle Fleming
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Between The Lines
Verse 1:
Ive been searching
Ive been thinking
Ive been searching so long
What I am looking for
Ive been hearing love will hit you
But everybodys wrong
Cause I just happen to notice
That certain look in your eye
Chorus:
Im reading between the lines
I didnt need no neon signs
To notice baby
I never before had you on my mind
But now I really do
Verse 2:
Nothing major ever happened
But its the greatest feeling Ive ever had
Strong emotions all have left me
Just a tenderness inside my heart
Just happened to notice a knowing smile
Chorus
(now I really do)
Just happened, I noticed
That certain look in your eyes
Im reading between the lines
I didnt need no neon signs
To notice baby
I never before had you on my mind
Im reading between the lines
I didnt need, didnt need no neon
To notice baby
I never before, never before
I knew it, I knew it
Bridge:
Started dreamin about you baby
Now I know just what Im feeling
Can it be you are my baby?
Never gonna let you go
Oh it took so long to feel it
(so very long to feel it)
But it was worth the waiting baby
Never gonna-never gonna let you go
(read between, read between the lines)
Didnt need no neon signs
Oh it took so long to feel it
(so very long to feel it)
But it was worth the waiting baby
(read between, read between the lines)
Didnt need, didnt need, didnt need no neon
(notice baby)
(read between, read between the lines)
I didnt need no neon signs
I knew it, I knew it
(read between, read between the lines)
Between the lines
(read between, read between the lines)
Im reading between the lines....
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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My Greatest Fear
My greatest fear is not absence of triumph
neither success nor victory are as essential
My greatest fear lies in losing you
Knowing that we won't be together
Thought our friendship last forever
Relationship closer than whatsoever
My greatest fear lies in the loneliness
In living life free of happiness
Mysterious wind full of emptiness
My hands crawl and lips sore with dryness
My greatest fear lies in the mystery
Our friendship now becomes history
Me falling apart like spring fruits from an apple tree
And finally an attack deep within the artery
Now that is what am afraid of
That is my greatest fear
poem by Khalifa Mustapha
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Happiness in change of stages
I went on foot to far away school.
Then I rode on a bicycle with a pride.
Later two-wheeler took me to pedestal.
Now a car. In each stage I was happy.
In each stage the intensity was same.
Every up stage is a happy stage
till it is replaced by the next stage.
31.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Distressing Bedtime
It is now bedtime, the soldier of times,
We sleep half of the night, just tonight.
The rooms of a leap year are vast,
It was bedevilled with ghosts far too superior
To the motley crew of ghouls last year,
A clue of them died, like a crown of kings.
Distressing paws of blood escaped just past the day,
A dialect arrived by mind, of a faraway language.
The paws of a wolf became the dream of a naughty kind,
Lines of light arrived and departed.
It was now bedtime again, the very next night,
Full of mystery and suspense.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Escaping From Your Hands.....
i have escaped from being
one of those marionettes
and so i proclaim that
i
do not need much
i
have enough
of me
and you
and i do not wish to prolong
our
agonies
in the luxuries that have numbed
us into
wood and tin cans
and
scarecrows
i have finally escaped from your hands
slipping like
mud
and with my own hands i sculpt
a face
that you will never love.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A One-way Ticket
I bought a one-way ticket
so I would not return.
No one seemed to notice.
No one showed concern.
The ticket got me nowhere
that I wanted to be.
No one seemed to notice,
no one 'cept for me.
The strangeness of this new place
made me feel so sad.
No one seemed to notice.
Now I really felt bad.
I wish I had that ticket
so I could return
even if no one noticed
or ever showed concern,
no one 'cept for me.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Nothing is Lost
Nothing is lost.
We are too sad to know that, or too blind;
Only in visited moments do we understand:
It is not that the dead return ---
They are about us always, though unguessed.
This penciled Latin verse
You dying wrote me, ten years past and more,
Brings you as much alive to me as the self you wrote it for,
Dear father, as I read your words
With no word but Alas.
Lines in a letter, lines in a face
Are the faithful currents of life: the boy has written
His parents across his forehead, and as we burn
Our bodies up each seven years,
His own past self has left no plainer trace.
Nothing dies.
The cells pass on their secrets, we betray them
Unknowingly: in a freckle, in the way
We walk, recall some ancestor,
And Adam in the color of our eyes.
Yes, on the face of the new born,
Before the soul has taken full possession,
There pass, as over a screen, in succession
The images of other beings:
Face after face looks out, and then is gone.
Nothing is lost, for all in love survive.
I lay my cheek against his sleeping limbs
To feel if he is warm, and touch in him
Those children whom no shawl could warm,
No arms, no grief, no longing could revive.
Thus what we see, or know,
Is only a tiny portion, at the best,
Of the life in which we share; an iceberg’s crest
Our sunlit present, our partial sense,
With deep supporting multitudes below.
poem by Anne Barbara Ridler
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I'm sorry, I didn't notice
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
When this started to happen
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
I just let it begin
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
The change in anythin'
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
When we stopped talkin'
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
We weren't letting each other in
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
That sad, sad trend
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
The beginning of the end
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
You were no longer my friend
But believe me, now I notice
And it hurts deep within
Now that I notice
I hope you'll be again
poem by Dylan Burkhart
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