At the moment you are no longer an observing, reflecting being; you have ceased to be aware of yourself; you exist only in that quiet, steady thrill that is so unlike any excitement that you have ever known.
quote by May Sinclair
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I Be Wetin I Be!
THERE WAS NOT A WAR WHERE SOLDIERS DID NOT EXIST,
THERE WAS NOT A DEVIL, WHERE A GOD DID NOT EXIST,
THERE WAS NOT A FIRE THAT DID NOT BEGET SMOKE,
THERE WAS NOT A SKY WHERE A CLOUD EXISTED NOT,
THEN WHY SHOULD THERE BE I, WHEN I DID NOT EXIST?
I HAVE CEASED TO BE BEFORE BEING,
I HAVE CEASED TO EXIST BEFORE I EVEN EXISTED,
THEN, OF WHAT NEED IS THE PESTILENC?
IF THERE NEVER WAS ANY TO BE PESTERED,
FOR I AM NOT TO BE,
THEN LET ME CEASE TO BE,
THAT MY PEACE MAY BE,
THUS AND THEN, MAY I HAVE BEEN!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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Rambling Thoughts This Moment
the thrill of the rope is just the beginning
of my regrets
superficial grace,
there are other simple ways which cannot just be replaced
because they are the permanences
of loving memories
sometimes we need to wear the masks
just to be plain happy
at least for the moment
when reality sinks and hurts and becomes so heavy
and unbearable
this boocrap, please hear and listen
do you listen still?
now what? steady, steady, keep moving
the hands that still manage to write
keep the thrill of hope and set aside the rope
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Whatever is given.
And however that is meant.
Why do many get upset,
When they receive exactly...
What to them has been sent!
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Why is it believed,
By some.
What they do that has been done,
Is okay?
And an acceptance of it,
Should be kept that way.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Too many people are the 'cause'.
And not the solution to prevent.
Or a pause that should be long taken,
With no attention given spent.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Some have established themselves as 'saints'.
While others full of themselves,
Do not have to eliminate a single thing...
To emanate fumes from them that 'stink'.
And/or past tense from them that 'stank'!
Whatever is the preference.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
With their quick judgements to pass.
Like fresh air blocking gas.
A picture alone,
Paints a thousand words.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Whatever is given.
And however that is meant.
Why do many get upset,
When they receive exactly...
What to them has been sent!
As intended upon the return ot it.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Take and Keep It
Take and keep it!
Stay focused.
Believe the journey.
Enjoy the scene.
Wrap your heart around the moment.
Be there...
And remember each detail.
Prevail and succeed.
Live as if it breathes within you.
Feel, unlock and release...
Every thrill increasing your excitement.
Exclaim in shouts!
Come out with it,
Or hide in quiet gratefulness.
You hold the key.
Know that awake or in deep peaceful sleep.
It is yours to keep!
Let this sensation unresisted fit.
Take and keep it!
Stay focused.
Believe the journey.
Enjoy the scene.
Wrap your heart around the moment.
Be there...
And remember each detail.
Prevail and succeed.
Live as if it breathes within you.
It does.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Peaceful Mind
when they begin to throw stones against each other
i am no longer there
i hear nothing breaking
i see nothing bleeding
and then they follow me wondering why is this man so strange?
why does he talk only to himself?
why is he so broken despite the quiet?
there is this hollowness that spreads like a space upon itself
beyond the edges of the blanket
within the softness of the pillows
there is this irony of believing and not believing at the same time
a puzzle that we make and ultimately we cannot solve ourselves
there is this particular quiet that stabs those who care to listen
there is this life that takes life upon itself and escapes what death offers
there are tantrums of the spirits in the dawning of the end of times
the tongues of fire descends upon us and there is no moment of misunderstanding
we theorize that these, all these possibilities can exist
a quiet that conquers and devours what evils we have stored beneath our bellies
a quiet that can not be bought or sold or squander
the soft rain during a sunny day hovering upon a thick grass spreading
in every nooks of our humanities....
this is a peaceful mind speaking unfiltered what comes and says what comes genuinely unedited on meanings still to be captured
decipher then if you can in the quietest moment of your mind
falter not, perhaps flatter a little, flip, flop and flap those wings unimagined...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There are tons of people who are late to trends by nature and adopt a trend after it's no longer in fashion. They exist in mutual funds. They exist in clothes. They exist in cars. They exist in lifestyles.
quote by Jim Cramer
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The Excitement You Express is Fantastic
I understand,
In full detail...
Where you have been.
And come from with your logic.
I need not take time to waste mine,
For your updates.
Any patience I once had,
You may have been familiar with...
At a time you fidgited as I taught,
No longer exist...
To give to you in a listening process.
Although,
I will say this...
You make me feel proud.
'Someone' has finally seen 'something'!
Now,
With that said...
Will you remove yourself off my path.
The excitement you express is fantastic.
Keep that.
However...
If you notice my enthusiasm not being as great,
It has been exhausting completing the assignment...
Of opening people's eyes,
From their hypnotizing attachments.
Now,
With 'that' said...
Will you remove yourself off my path.
The excitement you express is fantastic.
Keep that.
You are going to need that.
Plenty of it.
So preserve it.
Trust me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Last Moment
It'll be the moment of excitement,
When I'll stop the movement,
When there would be no more improvement,
The moment I will ask no more.
It'll be the time I will kill the moment,
When there will be one entertainment,
What I call the last achievement,
The moment I will ask no more.
The moment I'll stop being a student,
No more blames to the government,
That time of no more being prudent,
The moment I will ask no more.
It will be such an incident,
A woman being pregnant,
And my name becomes important,
The moment I will say no more
It shouldn't be abhorrent,
If a wise man will faint,
It will be my accomplishment,
The moment I will say no more.
poem by Dickson Mseti
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The Fable
Beyond the steady rock the steady sea,
In movement more immovable than station,
Gathers and washes and is gone. It comes,
A slow obscure metonymy of motion,
Crumbling the inner barriers of the brain.
But the crossed rock braces the hills and makes
A steady quiet of the steady music,
Massive with peace.
And listen, now:
The foam receding down the sand silvers
Between the grains, thin, pure as virgin words,
Lending a sheen to Nothing, whispering.
poem by Yvor Winters
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Sad Pt.2
Sad
I find myself sad
Since you no longer exist
To smile
Has become a difficult act
Since that moment you made up your mind and left
So I simply don´t cry anymore
I was delusional when I was eager to get back
Today, I dream more beautiful dreams
And I trace more delicate projects
Sad
Because, maybe, that´s how I am
Or because I am no longer your land
poem by Nina gáspari
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Feast No Longer On Heartbreak Or Loss
I sit on the waters edge trying to catch a cool breeze,
While the hot sun pours down on my heart,
Thoughts and experiences from the past come and go,
The waters edge place to reflect,
While the hot sun pours down on my heart,
Reflecting, dreaming, as the water trickles past my toes,
A cool breeze flows over my heart, telling me,
Feast no longer on heartbreak and loss,
Thoughts and experiences from the past come and go,
With each breath I take, I try too escape
While the hot sun ours down on my heart,
Determined to feast no longer on heartbreak and loss,
The quiet moments at the waters edge,
Reflecting, dreaming, as the water trickles past my toes,
Life I held so dear, is past now,
Sour taste is my heart is gone,
Quiet moments now at the waters edge,
Reflecting, dreaming, as the water trickles past my toes,
Are like the taste of sweet earth,
While the hot sun pours down on my heart,
A cool breeze flows over my heart, telling me,
Feast more on a simple life more filling than the last
I sit on the waters edge trying to catch a cool breeze,
While the hot sun pours down on my heart,
Thoughts and experiences from the past come and go,
The waters edge place to reflect,
While the hot sun pours down on my heart,
Reflecting, dreaming, as the water trickles past my toes,
A cool breeze flows over my heart, telling me,
Feast no longer on heartbreak and loss,
Thoughts and experiences from the past come and go,
With each breath I take, I try too escape
While the hot sun ours down on my heart,
Determined to feast no longer on heartbreak and loss,
The quiet moments at the waters edge,
Reflecting, dreaming, as the water trickles past my toes,
Life I held so dear, is past now,
Sour taste is my heart is gone,
Quiet moments now at the waters edge,
Reflecting, dreaming, as the water trickles past my toes,
Are like the taste of sweet earth,
While the hot sun pours down on my heart,
A cool breeze flows over my heart, telling me,
Feast more on a simple life more filling than the last
I sit on the waters edge trying to catch a cool breeze,
While the hot sun pours down on my heart,
Thoughts and experiences from the past come and go,
The waters edge place to reflect,
While the hot sun pours down on my heart,
Reflecting, dreaming, as the water trickles past my toes,
A cool breeze flows over my heart, telling me,
Feast no longer on heartbreak and loss,
Thoughts and experiences from the past come and go,
With each breath I take, I try too escape
While the hot sun ours down on my heart,
Determined to feast no longer on heartbreak and loss,
The quiet moments at the waters edge,
Reflecting, dreaming, as the water trickles past my toes,
Life I held so dear, is past now,
Sour taste is my heart is gone,
Quiet moments now at the waters edge,
Reflecting, dreaming, as the water trickles past my toes,
Are like the taste of sweet earth,
While the hot sun pours down on my heart,
A cool breeze flows over my heart, telling me,
Feast more on a simple life more filling than the last
poem by Batibchar Mocculta
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Swing Free
The ground moving, the sky shaking.
The infinite thrill as I go higher and higher. Holding on for dear life, hoping that I don't let go. Laughing with excitement, never wanting this moment to end. Then someone calls that it's time to go and I realise that I must stop. The chains jingle, the ground crunches beneath my feet. 'Can I have just one more go mummy? ' I asked in my cheeky little voice. 'No darling it's time to go' came the reply as she took hold of my hand and took me home.
These days I go alone, no longer the little child I used to be. I sit on the same swing set and dream of being a kid again. I push off with my feet but no matter how high I go it doesn't have the same feeling it did when I was small. The ground matted down by all the years, the chains rusted with time and it's apparent that I'm definitely not a kid anymore.
poem by Rachel Branscombe
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Cool
shortcomings lauded desirable in the absence of attempt
an air of pretense, ever denying so
working on the abandon of the abandonment that defines you proper.
containment of passions contained unamused
a claim to substance, ever with style
anxious to bypass the anxiousness that defines you proper.
humble, humbled not
the cool refuses to cool down.
reflections reflecting heeded criticism
a lack of opinion, ever so opinionated
concealing the castrated bravado that defines you proper.
the spirit of a punk dwells in an apathy
unconcerned to concerning itself,
not unlike the sloppiness of aging
past rotten accounting—
not unlike the naivete of a child
before fresh reproach—
it dwells in the unawareness
of an unawareness—
i am calling your bluff
but you digress.
humble, humbled not
the cool refuses to cool down
it is too busy being a hot topic
while being fully aware.
poem by Chris Jelens
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The Thrill Of It
Written by kim wilde & steve byrd
Thinking about what a friend just said
You know nothing good comes easy
You took the thought right from my head
You only seem to tease me
Then you turn - it on again
Then you turn - me on again
Then I learn the answers
To all my questions
Now somethings taking over
Its the thrill of it, the thrill of it
Its the thrill of it - turn me on
Its the thrill of it
Can you feel it
The thrill of it
Its taking me over
Now what am I supposed to do
You know it cant go on much longer
Everytime when Im near you
You know the feelings so much stronger
Then you turn - it on again
Then you turn - me on again
Then I learn the answers
To all my questions
Now somethings taking over
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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There Is Nothing More Satisfying
There is nothing more satisfying,
Than to be depicted as a fool...
By those who have accepted,
Their unconditional training...
Promoting the act of mindlessness.
To leave one eventually feeling,
How pointless it is to express regret.
And observing this free promotion,
Without it being solicited...
Has to be a relief to those aware,
How cost effective this has been...
In the savings done to market without effort,
Such visable and achieved effects...
Affecting successfully the lives of those,
Ripping themselves apart.
In the expediating done of their own demise.
There are those who sit,
Enjoying every moment of this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stranger On A Quiet Street
When all the thrills have been forgotten
The chill of night can call them home
And all the dreams that you left stranded
Will slowly start to come along
I felt it as she slipped away, slipped away
I didnt have the words to say
When I saw the stranger
A stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
You can go straight as an arrow
You can go straight as you dare
Walkin the old straight and narrow
Dont always get you there
The sun was shining when I saw it all
She was moving to a different beat
When I met a stranger
A stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
It came to me out of the blue, out of the blue
There came the moment that I really knew
When I met a stranger
A stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street, on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Ready Steady Go
Ready, steady, go
Im not in love with television
Im not in love with the radio
Im not in love with the kings road
Because Im in love with cathy mcgowan - she said
Ready steady go - all things she said
Ready steady go - wasnt it fabulous
Ready (ready) steady (steady) go
Im not in love with juke box jury
Im not in love with thank you jucky stars
Im not in love with ttttwiggy
Because Im in love with cathy mcgowan - she said
Ready steady go - all things she said
Ready steady go - wasnt it fabulous
Ready (ready) steady (steady) go
Im still in love with the beatles
I was in love with the stones, no satisfaction
I was in love with bobby dylan
Because Im in love with rocknroll
Ready steady go - all things she said
Ready steady go - wasnt it fabulous
Ready (ready) steady (steady) go
Ready steady go!
Go! go! go!
Ready steady go!
Ready steady who
Ready steady stone
Go! go go go
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Magnetism
By the impulse of my will,
By the red flame in my blood,
By me nerves' electric thrill,
By the passion of my mood,
My concentrated desire,
My undying, desperate love,
I ignore Fate, I defy her,
Iron-hearted Death I move.
When the town lies numb with sleep,
Here, round-eyed I sit; my breath
Quickly stirred, my flesh a-creep,
And I force the gates of death.
I nor move nor speak-you'd deem
From my quiet face and hands,
I were tranced-but in her dream,
SHE responds, she understands.
I have power on what is not,
Or on what has ceased to be,
From that deep, earth-hollowed spot,
I can lift her up to me.
And, or ere I am aware
Through the closed and curtained door,
Comes my lady white and fair,
And embraces me once more.
Though the clay clings to her gown,
Yet all heaven is in her eyes;
Cool, kind fingers press mine eyes,
To my soul her soul replies.
But when breaks the common dawn,
And the city wakes-behold!
My shy phantom is withdrawn,
And I shiver lone and cold.
And I know when she has left,
She is stronger far than I,
And more subtly spun her weft,
Than my human wizardry.
Though I force her to my will,
By the red flame in my blood,
By my nerves' electric thrill,
By the passion of my mood,
Yet all day a ghost am I.
Nerves unstrung, spent will, dull brain.
I achieve, attain, but die,
And she claims me hers again.
poem by Emma Lazarus
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Alankar (Decor) -33
Mindset(Short Rondel)
It's my mindset to keep going
Like the tortoise won the racing
Being slow and steady throughout
Though slow I go steady devout
Running firm towards my target
It's my mindset
I'm proud never to lose my game
Unlike the hare that slept with shame
But to win focussed at my goal
To give my best of poetic role..
It's my mindset
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Often there are players who have only football as a way of expressing themselves and never develop other interests. And when they no longer play football, they no longer do anything; they no longer exist, or rather they have the sensation of no longer existing.
quote by Eric Cantona
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