The poetry of a people comes from the deep recesses of the unconscious, the irrational and the collective body of our ancestral memories.
quote by Margaret Walker
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If Alone Memories Are Erasable !
IF ALONE MEMORIES ARE ERASABLE!
&
IS TOTAL ERASURE POSSIBLE?
WHEN THE BODY IS INCINERATED
THE ASH REMAINS-
HOW THEN TO ERADICATE THE ASH?
INCIDENTS DIE
BUT THE MEMORIES STICK ON-
HOW THEN TO ERASE THE MEMORIES?
&
WHEN GOOD THINGS WANE
AS THE FOOTPRINTS OF THE BREEZE
THE PRESSURE OF VIOLENT THOUGHTS
AS CHISELLED PRINTS ON ROCK
REMAIN INDELIBLE IN THE RECESSES OF MEMORY-
IN THE DARKNESS OF THE NIGHT
AND DEEP IN THE NEST OF THE IRIS
MEMORIES GLOW IN RED HOT FLAMES-
HOW THEN TO ERASE MEMORIES?
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S.CHANDRA KALAADHAR
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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There Is A Poison....
perhaps there is a poison,
in that which we love most.
be it the hands grasping,
or the memories that cling...
while stardust falls silently,
like dandruff from burnt eyelids.
and the god of our childhood,
packs up and leaves.
is it easier to burn the body,
or stick your fist through the glass?
while the child that you love,
rides away on a donkey....
as we're playing cards with the devil,
betting photographs and hearts.
people stand in line for this,
those with money and unconscious.
and lovers lose their voices,
somewhere in the shout of silence.
i pray for all the children,
who lie hungry in my thoughts.
sometimes poetry sucks you say,
well so do wars and homeless people.
and most of all anything,
that lets us lie to ourselves!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Unconscious Body And Soul
Open yard of land
On that sleeping a black dog
Eat -- Drink -- Sleep --
Unconscious -- Unknown -- Unlamented --
Million men scattered everywhere
Who only eat, drink, sleep
Illiterate -- Irrational -- Ineffective --
Unreasonable -- Unable -- Unconscious ---
poem by Green Peace
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Poetry?
what is poetry
a bunch rhymes
or just simple words on paper because you have to much time
poetry to me isnt all about rhyming
poetry to me is a way to get out emotions or things that happen in the past your to scared to say so instead you write about it. poetry can be sweet, bad, naughty, nice poetry is how your feeling poetry takes on the tone of voice your to scared to explain. poetry is that voice deep down inside that voice that takes over when your typing or writng. to me people are poetry people are the voice, people are the future, but poetry is the key that on locks us all. to stand up and use that voice that we write with when were writng poetry.
poem by Jerrell Frazier
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Drops Of Poetry
Drops of Poetry,
on my mind,
soaking in memories,
of things I remember,
of long ago.
Pouring down drops
on to my heart, releasing
my inner thoughts,
from this soul I have,
to write things that
must be told,
love that escaped
from my life, never
more to be seen.
Hurt, tears, broken
dreams torn away
from me, like a falling
star that becomes
just dust in the air.
Drops of Poetry so
clear is it now,
my body so wet,
from these drops
of poetry that stands,
all around me,
in the mist that
i now see,
my whole body
has been cleansed,
from all of these
drops of poetry.
wrote 3-15-07
Poetry Unlimited
Poetry is looking,
at a flower and,
seeing the beauty
hidden within.
Poetry is bringing
out love, deep in
your heart, telling
your love one how you feel.
Poetry is feeling
a cool breeze
as you lie in an open
field, so deep in thought.
Poetry is seeing
the beauty of soft
fluffy white clouds
as no one else does.
Poetry is hearing
sounds of nature
soaking it all in
to mind and soul.
Poetry is watching and
standing by river's edge
seeing rippling water
flowing to places unknown.
Poetry is gazing at
rolling hills stretching
as far, as the eye
can see.
Poetry is digging
deep into inter feelings
bringing it out
and exposing it.
Poetry is love
Poetry is feelings
Poetry is seeing
Poetry is what you are.
An act of poetry
Ruin is what we need –
Despair is what we feed
Upon in poetry
A shock resets the nerves –
Helps remould the curves
Of written art
Catharsis helps portray –
Acting out a play
On expurgation
Tears or hidden fears
Release the bottled years
To ink a page:
The pen be our salvation.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Just as it would be madness to settle on medical treatment for the body of a person by taking an opinion poll of the neighbors, so it is irrational to prescribe for the body politic by polling the opinions of the people at large.
You have to think an awful lot about your motivations or people's behavioral intentions or what their body language can indicate or what's really going on or what makes people sometimes do, sometimes, the irrational things they do.
quote by Ron Silver
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Within The Recesses Of Our Mind
Deep within the recesses of our mind
are little pockets
that store the essence of our time.
On odd occasions,
they unlock their barrier
and set some of our time free.
Things of what we’ve half-forgotten,
voices that we’ve heard from long ago,
love we’ve had and lost.
Times we wanted to remember,
but were lost from our memory
that have been stored
deep within the recesses of our mind.
11 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Tore Up And Ready To Heist
'What makes poetry,
Poetry? '
So debatable could be the responses.
But I would say...
Its assessibility to capture imaginations,
In those minds the author has found...
Prepared to accept perceptions that touch,
An ability to comprehend...
Pieces of thought suspended,
To be brought into a collective reality.
Left to sit and dwell in one's mind.
'I see.
And...
This has nothing to do with alcohol?
Or being a little buzzed out on drugs? '
Where is this coming from?
People can be creative without being tore up,
And ready to heist off a tote from a joint.
'Now...
That is poetry.
I understood that completely.
Thank you for that image.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm just trying to make a smudge on the collective unconscious.
quote by David Letterman
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Iris Of Poetry
Introduction: We don't really think deep enough about 'What A Poetry Actually Is', the obvious question which we all know but don't think how to really elaborate on. We mostly see the story, depth and the purpose it delivers. Well, here's one a little bit different this time...
Poetry is the reflection of our lives like in the mirror,
It is something we can relate to and share.
It's our memories written in jumbled words,
It's like a song, with a meaning it holds.
A mere idea of our mystical lives,
Expressed in a way from deep inside
A way which only the heart can see,
A place where the eyes get cold-feet
The earnest truth and the sweetest lies,
It's all the irony that makes poetry so alive.
poem by Aqeb Benazir Ibn Minar
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I Dont Write Poetry!
i dont write poetry...
i sweat poetry, i drink poetry,
i breathe poetry, i make love to poetry,
i fight poetry, i eat poetry,
i bleed poetry, i crap poetry...
too often i betray poetry,
sometimes i dropp poetry.
once i tripped over poetry,
got angry and kicked poetry.
i rocked poetry on a sleepless night,
i buried poetry on the hill...
i lived poetry, for i am poetry...
no, i dont write poetry,
but poetry writes me!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Internet has usurped the collective unconscious and access to cosmic consciousness has become difficult and almost primitive.
quote by Marc Maron
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You have many years ahead of you to create the dreams that we can't even imagine dreaming. You have done more for the collective unconscious of this planet than you will ever know.
quote by Steven Spielberg
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Retrieved Poetry
Poetry is dead,
Some would say.
But the inspiration that befell the poet,
But the gods that cursed the poet
Would never allow him grow weary.
It keeps pouring out like morning dew
From sundown to cock crow.
Poetry is dead,
Some would say.
Those would get paid
That wishes it out of this world.
Judgement day, the pay day, even today
,
Memories linger of what the gods inspired.
Only poetry has survived a worldwide flood.
Poetry is dead,
Some have said.
But the inspiration keeps coming,
But the memory keeps living.
Poetry lives on even when the world is dead;
It dies only if it is not poetry
And there is only a good few poetry.
Poetry is dead,
Some have said.
Until we start seeing poetry as poetry
And nothing more, until that day,
Until we start thinking he is inspired,
Until we stop thinking for the poet;
He is possessed he is innocent.
Poetry is dead,
So goes the argument.
Even as we cut from the same tree,
Even as we speak same universal language,
You cannot cut deep if your axe's blunt.
We can never speak from same mouth.
You can only say your own thought.
Poetry is dead,
So goes the argument,
If poetry is dead killed by death,
If poetry is dead swallowed by death,
The corpse should be in our front.
We should know how to bury it.
We should dig not cover it with dust.
Poetry is dead,
If poetry is really dead,
There is cause to weep bitterly,
There is cause to think deeply
For the world has been stripped naked.
For poetry is great, ageless, timeless, bottomless
At the burial we must remain emotionless.
poem by Chime Justice Ndubuisi
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My Self
I travel oft deep into my self
confined to the inner recesses
of my body-mind complex.
Expecting to marvel
at the subtle integration
of the body and the self,
I attempt to realize my self
for salvation to attain.
When I understand the
fore and deep parts of mind,
I hesitate to believe
the nature of the ‘Self',
its confinement or liberation,
the spiritual preceptors explained.
Being wavered in thoughts
I am unfit to meditate
or prostrate at the feet of God.
But I am not sane to be in fast
and pray to God standing on
a single foot for decades
in dark and light to have
a feel of ‘self', as someone
committed suicide wantonly
to have a feel of death.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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The press should be not only a collective propagandist and a collective agitator, but also a collective organizer of the masses.
quote by Vladimir Lenin
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Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is in the beginning of new life,
Poetry is in the tears of a child,
Poetry is in the warmth of mother's kiss,
Poetry is in the child's bliss,
Poetry is in the hug of a father,
Poetry is in the love of a dear,
Poetry is in the happiness of affection,
Poetry is in the pain of separation,
Poetry is in someone's loss,
Poetry is in missing someone very close.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is in the first rain,
Poetry is in the cultivation of first grain,
Poetry is in the first light of dawn,
Poetry is in the drops of dew o the grass of lawn,
Poetry is in the blowing of cool wind,
Poetry is in the beauty of green,
Poetry is in the twinkling star,
Poetry is in the aroma of a flower,
Poetry is in thunder and lightning,
Poetry is in the heat scorching.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is something more sweeter than sweet,
Poetry is something more closer to heart beat,
Poetry is something more than the most beautiful creation,
Poetry is something more than the depth of an ocean,
Poetry is something more higher than the blue,
Poetry is something more true,
Poetry is something more enjoyable than wine,
Poetry is something more shiner than sunshine,
Poetry is something more pure than air,
Poetry is something which is present everywhere.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poet ry is not just rhyme,
Poetry is but the voice Divine,
Poetry is not just Poetry,
Poetry frames History,
After so many lines,
Poetry still remains undefined.
Poetry...Poetry...
poem by Akash Agrawal
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