I want to be a fun mom. Not a gasping for air mom.
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I'd Like a Bit
I'd like a bit
Of your sweaty love,
Your gasping, groaning sweaty love.
Your body fits my body like a glove,
(Your gasping, groaning, sweaty love) .
I want it more than the stars above,
(Your gasping, groaning, sweaty love) .
You're soft and silken like a dove,
I want a bit
Of your sweaty love.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Well I Wonder
Well I wonder
Do you hear me when you sleep ?
I hoarsely cry
Oh ...
Well I wonder
Do you see me when we pass ?
I half die ...
Oh ...
Please keep me in mind
Please keep me in mind
Gasping - but somehow still alive
This is the fierce last stand of all I am
Gasping - dying - but somehow still alive
This is the final stand of all I am
Please keep me in mind
Well I wonder
Well I wonder
Please keep me in mind
Keep me in mind
Keep me in mind
song performed by by Smiths
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My Heart Is Yours But It Is Destined To Wander Far
my heart is yours, all yours,
it beats to the beating of your heart
feeling nothing but you
all those
all these years
it has the hands of your hands
it sees what your eyes see
it was born for you
it will stay for you and die for you
only if you ask
but you didn't
you did not entice it with the breath of your heart
and so slighted
my heart shall wander faraway gasping for breath
wanting to die
this moment
but you
do not really mind
you think it is nothing there inside me
like it is a tumor
maligned
malignant, it is dying and you see it
wandering away gasping for breath
while you look
away
and find someone else among the stars....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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my heart is yours but it is destined to wander far
my heart is yours, all yours,
it beats to the beating of your heart
feeling nothing but you
all those
all these years
it has the hands of your hands
it sees what your eyes see
it was born for you
it will stay for you and die for you
only if you ask
but you didn't
you did not entice it with the breath of your heart
and so slighted
my heart shall wander faraway gasping for breath
wanting to die
this moment
but you
do not really mind
you think it is nothing there inside me
like it is a tumor
maligned
malignant, it is dying and you see it
wandering away gasping for breath
while you look
away
and find someone else among the stars....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Half-Heard, Half-Seen
A half-heard gasp, and I go clothed to the tooth,
Of the night there is an empty market,
And now in imagination the fortnight arrives
Which is more or less obsolete.
The elemental forces are rather chaotic
In our endeavours and misdemeanours.
Upon the tiles we strut and walk haphazardly,
Finding what we have climbed in the thoughts.
As a result, seas make an act of burning and gasping,
Of herds of buffalo, of independent objects that slay
As the mighty ones more deadly.
My gasping is for you, my riding is for your belly,
Much deserved is your freedom, for we worry
From results of the melodies that are old.
My half-seen wonders amass, at hand I know
The actions and words of the ideal company.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Mistress Of Depression
The subtle invite
Attracts one silently to the
Depths of poison.
Invitingly, enticingly this monstrosity
Of depression
Swallows the isolated air left in gasping lungs;
Air that at one time supplied
The energies needed to oppose the subtle Mistress.
Now we stand breathless
Gasping for a single dropp of air
Struggling to keep moving forward.
The Mistress donates air as she wills,
Yet only enough breath to keep us
Dangling on a thin spiders web.
We spin, we toil, we stretch, trying threads,
Only hoping to break a grip of iron
Welded to our heart.
The struggle continues,
The weariness grabs hold of weakened minds,
Resistant changes persistently take their toll
As the Mistress of Depression
Settles the score.
poem by Walt riopel
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Snake and ladder
Snake and Ladder
Am running,
Running and gasping through the ways unknown.
I don’t know where to go,
I don’t know where to hide.
Running and gasping through the ways unknown-
But I know, they still want to hunt me.
Am sad and doomed-
But no tear dropp in my eyes.
I had a river in my eyes-
The day they told me, am alone.
Still running to hide,
Hide in a heaven.
I don’t know you, freedom,
May be I am running to my destiny.
But I don’t know how long and how far,
Still I can run.
Still chasing me, still hunting me-
They still want me, why?
I just threw a stone-
And it just touched their armor.
Can a stone beat a war tank?
But I know, still they want to hunt me.
I have played snake and ladder,
But no ladders now.
I don’t know how I can win,
I just want to hide and quit.
Running through streets-
Stained and messed with blood.
My ears are deaf, am I pretending?
I jumped above barbed wires, a routine.
Can’t see the children crying, lost in roads.
Can’t hear the blasts, am deaf.
Where to go? Where to hide?
I don’t have a home, a family.
Mother, father, brothers and sisters,
They live in my memoirs, everyday.
But I know, they still want to hunt me.
Far here, I know your childhoods-
You play with guns that are unreal.
With us, it’s real-
We just can wish if that were unreal.
Am running-
I saw a boy who fights for food.
You waste your food-
And we fast, just everyday.
I don’t have a home to run and reach,
I don’t a have a mother’s lap to sleep,
I wish if I could have my father’s advise,
I wish if I could have my brother’s support,
I wish if I could have my sister’s soothing words.
I don’t know what real hell is,
But for sure, am in hell.
I haven’t seen an angel of peace,
But am seeing demons just everyday.
Never have seen a sky that is calm,
Smoke, dust and flames as they wish.
You wish you never see a nightmare,
I wish if these were just a nightmare.
Born into poverty, stepped into penury-
I played with guns.
Can’t stop my wishes-
I want it unreal, I want a toy gun.
Living in chaos that seems no bounds,
But I know, they still want to hunt me. Why?
Running and gasping,
Heard a gun shot that was near.
Am still running, running to my destiny.
Ho… another shot, this time it’s with me.
Running and gasping,
Escaping to my destiny.
Can you solve this riddle?
Is this the freedom I wished for?
Running and gasping, I am chasing my destiny.
[in memory of those children&teenage soldiers and for the peace of lot another youth in Palestine]
poem by Clint Elias
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October Sundown
October sundown
spillt o'er rainswept
mountains undressed,
lit by the Painter's brush;
momentarily...
sucks the oxygen
from the air,
leaving me gasping
for words....
........2........
the hands on the great clock
bent under the weight,
waves pounding hard against
the breakers.
the fire flickers, almost dies,
bursts into flame.
the ghost of longing
walks out of the grave!
........3........
the earth tremors,
tall buildings fall!
the wail of the dying
fills the air...
the stench of blood and
burning flesh chokes the mind...
dark wings thunder
on the distant horizon.
the bells of emptiness
ring like razors....
still beating hearts
held in children's hands!
........4........
October sundown....
....and the night
.............is coming!
leaving me....
...gasping for words!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Rich Testator
He lay on his bed and solemnly 'signed,'
Gasping-perhaps 'twas a jest he meant:
'This of a sound and disposing mind
Is the last ill-will and contestament.'
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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A Fly Trapped In An Empty Bottle Corked And Sealed
if you see
the fly trapped
inside an
empty bottle
corked and
sealed and
gasping for
breath
oh my
recall the love
of wisdom!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I think my prose reads as if English were my second language. By the time I get to the end of a paragraph, I'm dodging bullets and gasping for breath.
quote by Lynn Abbey
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Edge-incentric (Antipoem)
(Anti-poetry is an art movement that attempts to break away from the normal conventions of poetry. Early proponents of anti-poetry include Nicanor Parra.
Parra, known as the father of anti-poetry, published his first collection of antipoems in 1954 (Poemas y antipoemas) and sought to reject the belief that verse holds any mystical power. The poems have been described as prose-like, irreverent, and illuminating the problems of human existence)
Outside of words
Laying down in sense
Against that
Highlighting for more than
That dreamweaver
Wrapping down and up behind the time
In a sigh
Embracing balance over power
Self-contradiction in over-praising
Pointing out in concave delusions
In yelping for no particular reason
Bounding out of essence
Into tense
Hunting its heraldic memory
Bearing down on burden
Infringing on those elemental rights
Sculpting that charismatic sphere
With upbeat wishes
Perfectly
Arching into extension
Scratching on that silence
With all the words never said
And efforts on gasping and of gasping on survival
Sliding through its icy love
Outside of words
In that space of edge-incentric
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Set Me Free
i saw you and i gasped for air
you turned your back, you did not care.
it did not matter that i was like a fish
out of the water,
gasping to be back where it belonged
for i was weak, and you was strong.
is this the way love is meant to be?
then if it is, set me free.
poem by Louis Rams
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On An Island Beach, New England
Swards of pockmarked ocean floor, heaved up,
Bifurcated beach with the 'bathtub rock, '
The sands preferred by feathered crits.
After a day's muddy walk we arrived,
Gasping at the suddenness of the expanse,
Of the blue and tidal shore.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Echoes Of Moments Together
She was gasping for air
And left this morn.
I had to brush my teeth,
She was in the mirror
And in my eyes.
I had to sip my tea,
She was with me
Plunging deeper with every sip.
All through the rituals
She kept clinging to me
With every motion
The grasp was tighter.
I went out to face the day
And there she was in the sun,
In the air, all over me.
She was a guest in my world,
A few moments' find,
Leaving echoes in my mind!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Flapping Fish
I like it, when they are on my fishing rod,
flapping and gasping for breath.
I like to draw them with my eyes,
and make them dream of a nice future.
But there can never be a 'we'.
And only seconds after they leave the safe water,
I kill them with a stick.
Because it´s not nice to let a dying fish suffer.
poem by Nadine Hock
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Three Movements
SHAKESPEAREAN fish swam the sea, far away from land;
Romantic fish swam in nets coming to the hand;
What are all those fish that lie gasping on the strand?
poem by William Butler Yeats
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August Thirteen,1961
It is today that you remembered,
they built the wall, seemingly overnight.
Berlin was what it was and would not be,
they said the communists were swines,
so full of guilt and gasping for a breath
of sweet deliverance of every day.
They shot the innocent, rewarded those
who, in the blink of it, would shoot to kill.
August thirteen, my friend, is you on time.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Her Lover Boy...
he wants to be remembered
by his strangled hair
by the waves of his eyebrows
his shaven face
his sticky wink
his protruding nose (bent backwards like his penis)
his gasping breaths (like those sex moans last night)
his teeth that bites an unlighted cigarette
quietly caught between the hold of his
lips of fire.........
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Lstone In The Middle Of The River....
it feels like i am drained
of all my running water
the fishes in me are jumping
gasping for precious breath
i have this mouth but it
cannot speak
after all, she says, i must
be a river
always, she continues, without
more water
how can she love me forever?
she is the stone in the middle
of my pool, and when i run dry
on a hot day of summer
she will just be another stone
of this death-bed beside a mountain.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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