Memory, so complete and clear or so evasive, has to be ended, has to be put aside, as if one were leaving a chapel and bringing the prayer to an end in one's head.
quote by Harold Brodkey
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Mr. Me
Once a boy named mister me bemoaned a great regret
I've floundered in the misty sea, but can't abide its mystery
I wound up sad, you bet
So onward go and edward ho into the bounding main
Enjoy the show look out below but mind the misty sea
Or end up sad like mister me
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
So take the hand of mister me and mister, make him glad
To swim the mister misty sea and cease the mister mystery
That mister, made him sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Butter
Pull me from the toaster
Straight into the roaster
Fill my head with the stuff
Brightest dreams are made of
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Duh
Promising the big guns
Reward when the light comes
Screaming from the damage done
Screaming from the damage done
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Duh
Butter me up, butter me up
Butter me up, butter me up
Butter me up, butter me up
Butter me up, butter me up
Butter me up like I know you will
Cover it up like I know you will
Better yourself like I know you will
Breaking the trust like you always will
Be good for it, you never will
Be good for it, you never will
Be good for it, you never will
Be good for it, you never will
Butter me up, butter me up
Butter me up, butter me up
Butter me up, butter me up
Butter me up, butter me up
Duh
So you think you got the best
Thought I was like all the rest
Reaping from the damage done
Reaping from the damage done
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Duh
song performed by by Ultraspank
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Distraction
Distraction
~
My attention wanders
Leaving me unable to concentrate
To focus on any given task
Pages half littered in words
Fail to bring any poem forth
I look to the window
To music or any distraction
Escape is evasive
The mind frustrated
Love is calming
I'll write about love
But love is mysterious
I lack the necessary strength
To sit and write about it
My levels of attention
Fail to complete this
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Peace, Be Not Proud
Peace, Be Not Proud (A Reverse Davidian)
Evasive Peace, be not proud
That world's entire wealth can't purchase you.
Perhaps you'll not be bought for silver, gold,
Saphires, rubies, pearls and diamonds too.
But dare you say, for LOVE you won't be sold?
Evasive Peace, be not proud
That high you dwell, atop a towering tor!
Like Bruce's spider, ceaselessly we will
Try to heave ourselves right up to your door
By scaling, inch by inch, your craggy hill!
Evasive Peace, be not proud
That none can see or hear you; so no clue
We have to track you down. But we can feel
Your presence versus present absence too:
Suffices this, your hide-out to reveal!
Evasive Peace, be not proud
That you, At'lanta-like, can keep mocking
Your chasers all for whom you're much too fast!
Like shrewd Hippom'nese, your pathway blocking
With 'golden apples', win we shall, at last!
poem by Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu
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Evasive
With a tight and nail biting grip...
They held onto the rails
Of the sinking ship known as Evasive!
And all on board,
Relied on it for generations
To guide them through shifting winds
And seas of trubulence often conquered.
Evasive was growing old and tired
Of charting courses it had taken for granted...
Although increasingly becoming more challenging,
With each mission undertaken!
The storms became more threatening...
And Evasive began to leak!
Showing signs of weakness ignored
By passengers entertained by tradition.
Those allowing themselves to ride along,
Under the influence of submission!
Granting a conceived 'vision' of strength
To delude them with a reliable reinforcement
That was rumored to be forthcoming!
Those secured on islands of thought...
Denied Evasive docking at their ports!
Many onboard sought 'new ports'...
For comfort and safe haven!
But...
Some of those who rode with a liberal colorblindness,
Could not see their pastures fading beneath their feet!
Too many demanded to command...
And their destinies became uncertain and bleak!
No one witnessed those who knew how to survive,
Leave them and their ways...
Leaping to shores of welcome
When the signs of discontent,
First began to rock Evasive
With a surf of lapping truth surging
And rising to defeat Evasive!
All shouted...'Stay the course of our journey'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I saw (an infatuated student)
Yesterday I saw a teacher,
An interesting teacher,
And the memory is still so clear.
From side to side she swayed
As she explained
And concepts relayed.
All this time
A big smile played
On her luscious lips
That I was tempted to brush
I must confess,
Not with my fingers
Nor the conventional brush
But I do know you know
So I need not specify.
Patiently she handled
Anyone who caused trouble
And with a voice so musical
Held us captive
Ensuring all were active
Stimulating my imagination
Bringing to life thoughts
That I dare not reveal
For it borders on abomination.
What a teacher!
I had to shake my head
To make it clear
For if I didn't
What I was tempted to do
To disclose I fear
poem by Ibrahim Bidu
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Whose Fool Have I Been?
Whose fool have I been?
Trying hard not again to pretend.
I'm the one who has my head between my knees,
Losing sleep and feeling weakness.
Just whose fool have I been?
Wanting to begin what has ended.
I've got to be addicted to pain,
And giving heartbreak its name.
I was the one,
Who said that I needed to be alone.
I was the one,
When it was over...
Wanting more what I had known.
It's clear I wish this emptiness...
Was gone!
Just whose fool have I been?
Wanting to begin what has ended.
I've got to be addicted to pain,
And giving heartbreak its name.
Whose fool have I been?
Trying hard not again to pretend.
I'm the one who has my head between my knees,
Losing sleep and feeling weakness.
I was the one,
Who said that I needed to be alone.
I was the one,
When it was over...
Wanting more what I had known.
It's clear I wish this emptiness...
Was gone!
It is so clear that I wish,
You were back here at home.
And it's clear that the fool I am to me is shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Heard Your Cry As You first breathed Air
The moment you were born I was there
heard your cry as you first breathed air.
I saw the beauty of your small frame
and decided that Ruth would be your name.
Such defining moments indelibly remain
imprinted on my mind so clear and plain.
You looked so beautiful and so complete
wrapped in a package so small and neat.
As I tenderly held you so close to my side
'Praise God', my heart with wonder cried.
'This miracle of love held in my embrace
is a great gift from God by His good grace.'
This lovely baby looking so fair and bright
has cheered my life bringing great delight.
We covered your life with prayer as you grew
and enjoyed watching the babe grow into you.
A Return Of A Raw Memory
Destiny and Fate played with my memory-
Comin' round' to my back door-
Knocking-knocking-knocking...
Bringing back my days of yore;
All of my memories came flooding-
To back when Fate and Destiny became one...
Back to when you and i where like the endless blue sky...
A couple who shined as the Sun;
We were all that glittered as Gold...
We were all that mattered way back then-
Together as one we shown as the Sun...
Destiny and Fate are playing with this memory again;
Gone are the smiles that finally came 'round...
After our most bitter good-bye...
I was so over you-once we were through...
That i had nary a tear to cry;
But Destiny and Fate played with my memory-
They came 'round to my back door...
Knocking-they just kept knocking...
Bringing back all of our days of before;
Now the tears are coming...!
In remembrance of our once endless blue sky...
Storm clouds are forming over it...
And the Sun has disappeared upon high;
Gray clouds now cover the Firmament...
And my tears they fall as the rain...
Destiny and Fate have had their way-this day-
Leaving my heart and soul in endless pain;
poem by Theodora Onken
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On A Wing & A Prayer
She sits in the dark
Quietly cursing him and this love
While shes rehearsing every line
Shes gonna say when she walks away
On a wing and a prayer
Looking back at her in the mirror is a stranger
Years that have passed, how they seemed to change her
A woman once able to stand on her own
Searches for strength to stand on her own
On a wing and a prayer
On a wing and a prayer
Shes leaving tonight
Holding her heart in her hands
Somewhere out there she knows that shell find a love that understands
Why she left there on a wing and a prayer
She held on to maybe as long as she could, knowing he wouldnt
Believeing he would, give her a single reason to stay
To keep her from breaking away on a wing and a prayer
On a wing and a prayer
Shes leaving tonight
Holding her heart in her hands
Somewhere out there she knows that shell find a love that understands
Why she left there on a wing and a prayer
Somewhere out there she knows that shell find a love that understands
Why she left there on a wing and a prayer
Oh, why she left there on a wing and a prayer
song performed by by Jo Dee Messina
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Deep Blue Heart
Written by John Mellencamp
Daylight is leaving
And the night is closing in
In just a few hours
The sleeplessness begins again
My head feels thick
And I'm unable to think
I guess I'll wait 'til tomorrow
And see what it brings
I have a little hope left
And I guess that's someplace to start
But my memory's full
Of a deep blue heart.
My fun-loving sense of humor
Is nowhere to be found
I stare into my own eyes
With tears flowing down
I'd sing out a song
But I've forgotten the tune
And the words now escape me
But I think it's about you
My vision now is way out in the dark
With just a little sight left
Of a deep blue heart
I see us both flying
In the clear blue sky
Floating out on the ocean
With the sun in our eyes
Caught in a moment
Just me and you
In complete honesty
Where everything is true
That's what I wanted to believe
Right from the start
Just a little place for myself
In a deep blue heart
Carve out a place for myself
In your deep blue heart
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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The Other Olympians
The Diver leapt off the high board
but missed the water and hit the floor
then his team-mate went and did the same
so the judges gave them a nil score.
The Cyclist set off in his opening heat
but he got a puncture half way round
when he was given a replacement bike
he fell off it hitting his head on the ground.
The Boxer said he'd win the Gold Medal
but in the first round got knocked out the ring
he ended up lying prone amongst the spectators
and a week later he still can't recall a thing.
The Javelin thrower said he felt really good
and he would beat the opponent from Denmark
but his Javelin got caught by a gust of wind
and it ended up outside the arena in the car park.
The Weightlifter raised the bar above his head
but his legs suddenly wobbled and turned to jelly
he ended up collapsed lying on the stage in a heap
with the heavy weight sitting perched on his belly.
These are the other Olympians who never win a medal
but they go out there and just try their best
just like the unlucky Gymnast who's shorts fell down
leaving him standing there in just his vest!
poem by Kevin Halls
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The Heart Is A Chapel
(the heart is a chapel, and the words, feelings
thoughts, ' are the people'
you don't know what will come in
or leave thru those doors.
but! you are the pastor of this chapel
and you see only the goodness
that the LORD has given you.)
so you open those doors wide
for no one will be denied.
you hear and see the hurt and pain
and you know that it's a shame
that people can not see the beauties
but! just the misery.
this chapel will overcome anything
that comes its way.
for it cannot be torn down, burned down
or layed to the ground.
for your LORD made it strong from the start
this is why he calls it the 'heart'.
there will be a light so strong
and so bright
that it will brighten even the darkess night.
this chapel is a chapel of dreams
of things seen and unseen.
for the more that you have
hopes and aspirations
this will strengten the foundation.
it will make it stronger than its ever been
and repel all the sins.
this is the chapel that the
LORD gave to us.
and in him, we put our trust.
a strong heart will always heal
for it is something that you cannot steal
or shape to your desire.
it is a growing fire, that will spread
to everything in its way
and get stronger day by day.
poem by Louis Rams
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The vine
The wild grape mantling the trail and tree,
Festoons in graceful veils its drapery,
Its tendrils cling, as clings the memory stirred
By some evasive haunting tune, twice heard.
poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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Ongoing Process.
Three quarters of a century.
Recorded in my memory.
Experience that made me, me.
A complete life times history.
Of all I've heard and all I've seen.
Recorded in my memory.
What I have done and where I've been.
A complete life times history.
I can look forward eagerly.
A quarter of a century.
To reaching my centenary.
Recorded automatically.
And stored within my memory.
Accessible only to me.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I live and will die by you
It is my memory of you
That kindles my spirit.
It is the same memory
That swindles my heart.
My head is full with your thought.
My bed is sore from the same thought.
Day by day pain aggravates;
The same way does my plight.
It is my memory of you
That gives me joy.
It is the same memory
That sends me to sorrow.
You throw on me the day and the night.
I enjoy both in different lights.
I cherish you in my memory;
I may perish from the same memory
29.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Chapel
In idle dream with pipe in hand
I looked across the Square,
And saw the little chapel stand
In eloquent despair.
A ruin of the War it was,
A dreary, dingy mess:
It worried me a lot because
My hobby's happiness.
The shabby Priest said: 'You are kind.
Time leaves us on the lurch,
And there are very few who mind
Their duty to the Church.
But with this precious sum you give,
I'll make it like a gem;
Poor folks will come, our altar live
To comfort them.'
So now my chapel of despair
Is full of joy and song;
I watch the humble go to prayer
Although I don't belong.
An artist and agnostic I
Possess but little pelf;
But oh what blessings it can buy
Them--and myself!
poem by Robert William Service
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An Achievement Like This One Accomplished
To sit on the top of a heap,
That has been achieved...
Through dedicated and disciplined activity,
One can only feel an accomplishment.
A sacrifice that has been done and validation.
And, without question, observed!
And if anyone has ever witnessed,
A panoramic view from a summit...
It is not the leaving it that saddens.
It's the forgetting of bringing along a camera,
To take pictures of a scene...
Even the doer had doubts would ever be seen!
However,
An achievement like this one accomplished...
Will never be taken away from one's memory.
The wishing for it has been lived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Making Love With Memories
You poked my blurring eye,
Let me lift your mushy breast.
We aged onwards
While you stroked flaccidity –
Recalling decades of
Blood-gorged coming, shuddering to boot.
I kissed a venerable mouth
Crammed with falsities –
Once brilliant keys
Guarded by crimson lips
Washed by a sensual tongue.
And so we writhed in wrinkles,
Tiring effort, and
Memories.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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In The Solitude Of Prayer
In the solitude of prayer
deep
Lost in moments in between weep
and sleep
In the solitude of prayer
Lonliness finds a rest
Survived another test
Brings out our best
In the solitude of prayer
With nobody there
Except those far away
Reminded of their distant care
In the solitude of prayer
You pray for their smile
For their personal trial
Silently, all the while
In the solitude of prayer
Dreams seem more near
More hope than fear
Thoughts of those past those dear
In the solitude of prayer
Pray for their souls kind
Whose memory is still in your mind
And in your heart
In the solitude of prayer
Pray for your dear friends
Whose heart's you defend
As your own heart they mend
In the solitude of prayer
As for God's wisdom
And his love
As all love comes from above
In the solitude of prayer
Find grace to forgive
And to truely give
And to live
In the solitude of prayer
Recall how to dream
Of warm embraces of affection
And of love returned in your direction
In the solitude of prayer
Pray with conviction
Pray for the impossible
Without fear or restriction
poem by James T. Adair
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