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you must know i only uttered i love you once
speaking of love, yes, love, what can i say about love,
i cannot speak it without using the word
you,
it is always you, because without you, love cannot even exist
as a word,
or even a thought or even a waft of air to cool my senses,
without you,
love cannot even exist as a blood cell in my heart
or a vein or a chamber
where love usually sleeps,
it is you,
always it is you that i will always equate with love,
you must know
i only uttered i love you
once, and it was true, and it is still true,
the rest
are the words of the drunk man, the broken heart trying
to relive what was once truly uttered,
reenacting,
imitating but always falling short of the truth
years ago
again the words kneeled before God in an old church
with you
our hands may have clasped in prayer
if you remember
our hands finally found each other
touching and holding tight as i said
i love you
as you said
i love you too
that was many years ago,
truth does not know how to die,
true love lives in that
i love you,
forever, always,
you,
i love you,
wherever you are now,
you
must know,
that is the truth that until now
i live
that until now
i am living and thinking still only of you............
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How The Words Are Taking The Man
let me start with one word
another word takes in another
and they begin to talk to one another
i let the third word go
and they will ask another one
to equalize both sides
they will soon invite other words
until they will make a crowd
and the words get so many
now with mouths and no ears
like the drink the words take the man
and after so man y words have been uttered
you begin to regret every word that got in
so many and now you feel so empty.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Give Me Back My Name
There's a word for it
And words don't mean a thing
There's name for it
And names make all the difference in the world
Some things can never be spoken
Some things cannot be pronounced
That word does not exist in any language
It will never be uttered by a human mouth
Let X make a statement
Let breath pass through those cracked lips
That man was my hero
And now that word has been taken from us
Some things can never be spoken
Some things cannot be pronounced
That word does not exist in any language
It will never be uttered by a human mouth
Give me back my name
Give me back my name
Something has been changed in my life
Something has been changed in my life
Something must be returned to us
Something must me returned to us
song performed by by Talking Heads
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Name
There's a word for it
And words don't mean a thing
There's name for it
And names make all the difference in the world
Some things can never be spoken
Some things cannot be pronounced
That word does not exist in any language
It will never be uttered by a human mouth
Let x make a statement
Let breath pass through those cracked lips
That man was my hero
And now that word has been taken from us
Some things can never be spoken
Some things cannot be pronounced
That word does not exist in any language
It will never be uttered by a human mouth
Give me back my name
Give me back my name
Something has been changed in my life
Something has been changed in my life
Something must be returned to us
Something must me returned to us
song performed by by Talking Heads
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Once a word has been allowed to escape, it cannot be recalled.
A word and a stone once let go cannot be recalled.
A word and a stone once launched cannot be recalled.
Once a word has been allowed to escape, it cannot be recalled.
Today... 'The Word
Word of love and the Word made flesh
Word incarnate forever blessed
Word of life and the Word of light
Word of power and Word of might.
Word that was spoken, Word of the Lord
Word of the Law and the Word of God
Word of peace and Word eternal
Word of truth and last Word of all.
Word of wisdom and the Word of healing
Word from heaven, a Word so appealing
Word fulfilling the Word of prophecy
Word of the Spirit and Word of destiny.
Word of exhortation and Word of grace
Word of encouragement and Word of faith
Word of promise and a Word of insight
Word from the beginning and Word of delight.
Word of knowledge and a Word of boldness
Word of peace and the Word of righteousness
Word of the covenant and Word of love
Word of the Father from heaven above.
(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box)
The Word
Find the word, understand the word,
Depend on the word;
The word is heaven and space, the word the earth,
The word the universe.
The word is in our ears, the word is on our tongues,
The word the idol.
The word is the holy book, the word is harmony,
The word is music.
The word is magic, the word the Guru.
The word is the body, the word is the spirit, the word is being,
The word Not-being.
The word is man, the word is woman,
The Worshipped Great.
The word is the seen and unseen, the word is the existent
And the non-existent.
Know the word, says Kabir,
The word is All-powerful.
The Careless Word
A WORD is ringing thro' my brain,
It was not meant to give me pain;
It had no tone to bid it stay,
When other things had past away;
It had no meaning more than all
Which in an idle hour fall:
It was when first the sound I heard
A lightly uttered, careless word.
That word--oh! it doth haunt me now,
In scenes of joy, in scenes of woe;
By night, by day, in sun or shade,
With the half smile that gently played
Reproachfully, and gave the sound
Eternal power thro' life to wound.
There is no voice I ever heard,
So deeply fix'd as that one word.
When in the laughing crowd some tone,
Like those whose joyous sound is gone,
Strikes on my ear, I shrink--for then
The careless word comes back again.
When all alone I sit and gaze
Upon the cheerful home-fire blaze,
Lo! freshly as when first 'twas heard,
Returns that lightly uttered word.
When dreams bring back the days of old;
With all that wishes could not hold;
And from my feverish couch I start
To press a shadow to my heart--
Amid its beating echoes, clear
That little word I seem to hear:
In vain I say, while it is heard,
Why weep?--'twas but a foolish word.
It comes--and with it come the tears,
The hopes, the joys of former years;
Forgotten smiles, forgotten looks,
Thick as dead leaves on autumn brooks,
And all as joyless, though they were
The brightest things life's spring could share.
Oh! would to God I ne'er had heard
That lightly uttered, careless word!
It was the first, the only one
Of those which lips for ever gone
Breathed in their love--which had for me
Rebuke of harshness at my glee:
And if those lips were here to say,
'Beloved, let it pass away,'
Ah! then, perchance--but I have heard
The last dear tone--the careless word!
Oh! ye who, meeting, sigh to part,
Whose words are treasures to some heart,
Deal gently, ere the dark days come,
When earth hath but for one a home;
Lest, musing o'er the past, like me,
They feel their hearts wrung bitterly,
And, heeding not what else they heard,
Dwell weeping on a careless word.
poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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A 'No' uttered from the deepest conviction is better than a 'Yes' merely uttered to please, or worse, to avoid trouble.
quote by Mahatma Gandhi
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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You Must Know I Only Uttered I Love You Once
speaking of love, yes, love, what can i say about love,
i cannot speak it without using the word
you,
it is always you, because without you, love cannot even exist
as a word,
or even a thought or even a waft of air to cool my senses,
without you,
love cannot even exist as a blood cell in my heart
or a vein or a chamber
where love usually sleeps,
it is you,
always it is you that i will always equate with love,
you must know
i only uttered i love you
once, and it was true, and it is still true,
the rest
are the words of the drunk man, the broken heart trying
to relive what was once truly uttered,
reenacting,
imitating but always falling short of the truth
years ago
again the words kneeled before God in an old church
with you
our hands may have clasped in prayer
if you remember
our hands finally found each other
touching and holding tight as i said
i love you
as you said
i love you too
that was many years ago,
truth does not know how to die,
true love lives in that
i love you,
forever, always,
you,
i love you,
wherever you are now,
you
must know,
that is the truth that until now
i live
that until now
i am living and thinking still only of you............
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Impeccable...
each word is well chosen
it has a history and significance
each syllable is important
to build the empire
of his poem,
majestic now
people keep on reading
amazed and
awed
by the impeccable,
and yet for how long will this majesty
last?
only for once,
and then the reading is over
and no one talks about
the word, and the syllable is not even uttered
only for once and then
gone forever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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the C word
it’s said by women to women
that the most offensive word
(in the english language)
they can be called is
the C word-
this word cannot be uttered by men around women,
it’s said by women to men,
it’s said by men to men
when conversing about the women who told them
amidst other women or
alone
without other women present.
all words stumble round its usage like
a toddler
meandering across a
fresh patch of ice in slippers made of
butter.
as cyanide in your favorite drink or
perhaps something of a barbed wire jockstrap
you know better than to tread that water,
best to swim instead of sink-
but men will call each other this word
like its nobody’s business
especially in england
and it’s laughable
how quickly its forgotten that women still
frequent
these areas said to be inhabited only by those with
penises-
it is still a word isn’t it?
one of many,
whose disgustingness has brought violence with them
for hundreds if not
thousands of years.
so will this word be picked up by women who
feel its usage to be violent, misogynistic & vile,
only then subsequently appropriating it for their own
giving it new meaning?
poem by Andrew Delapruch
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The recorded word
uttered at the close of play
knells coda absurd.
haiku by Jonathan Robin (10 January 1993)
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LVII: Used
There’s no word ‘used’ with loneliness
There’s no word ‘used’ with boredom
There’s no word ‘used’ with pain
There’s no word ‘used’ with rejection
There’s no word ‘used’ with ignorance
There’s no word ‘used’ with guilty
There’s no word ‘used’ with sacrifice
There’s no word ‘used’ with problem
There’s no word ‘used’ with slavery
There’s no word ‘used’ with piracy
There’s no word ‘used’ with power
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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About Antonio's Infection
antonio's infection comes
from my own infection, and
so is candice's and
hazelen's infection of the
beautiful mind,
ahh, poetry, the beauty
of each word uttered in silence
each word be it sliding in the
snow and nesting in the
snowflakes
be it in the rustling of the
leaves in the tropical
sun of our islands
be it anywhere, the sound of
each word like a hush from
someone who is far away
and yet so near in the
touch of your sighs
ahh. poetry, the infection
of your sound and
rhythm
filling us softly with clouds
and stars and moon and
sun
upon the loneliness of our
plains and mountains
like a wind, a very cool wind
inside our hearts.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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