(Fake Poem) Copied Dialogue
Faking it can only produce so much
Sooner or later your realized and you will lose your golden touch
A man in the desert must eventuality drink water
When he does he's caught
A travesty unbecoming of any real author
Authenticity tried and proven
In the readers world the guilty shall be hung
By a noose of rejection
Fact or fictions doesn't make a lick of difference if it is not of yours
To write with passion you must think for yourself
Create your opinions and ideas
And not become of a copied dialogue
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Everyone Have Their Opinions
Everyone have their opinions that's how it ought to be
And respect their opinions though with them you may not agree
As long as they respect human rights and a fair go for all
The difference between you and them to say the least is small.
Everyone have their opinions and no two quite the same
Even between those who are known to think alike some difference one can name
That's what makes us most interesting we all think differently
And you are very different so different to me.
Everyone have their own opinions a fact that is well known
And like 'tis said of him or her the words to each their own
To others opinions you should not react in a violent sort of a way
We must allow for difference and let them have their say.
Everyone have their opinions that fact with us remain
And as long with your opinions power over others you don't seek to gain
Though your opinions may be very different to mine
I respect your way of thinking and our difference suits me fine.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Morals Of Mans Creation
To all the gays, lesbians, and straights
I say you have your sexuality
With preferences of eventuality
Do deny it, makes you a lier
To let someone else deny you it, is being the pacifier
To force it upon someone else
For a self indulgent stroke of your ego
Its not right
Just let it go
What does religion have do with it?
God loves us all equally
It's mans book that says its wrong
I read it if only to understand where it belongs.
It's nothing more then a history book in which some lessons can be learned
To claim its the only one
A fool you've become
A prejudicial closed mind, not of our time
Acceptance comes so slow
Rejection after rejection
You are constantly being denied of basic rights
That we all should have
It make me sad to here of love that doesn't exist
When it really is
Abandon the morals of mans creation
Create your own
And call that place your home
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Showing A Growing Irritability
Faking interest.
With less than half-baked dedication,
Is still a 'wannabee' self indulging on pretense.
Hoping that an expression of devotion,
Nowhere to be shown...
Will produce without the sacrifice,
An experience unknown.
With a proven expertise unseen or exposed,
To the ones showing a growing irritability...
Around those wasting time faking,
And going through the motions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(Writer Poem) As The Poem I Write
Sometimes a comment is just not what is needed.
Neither is going back to the drawing board.
Corrections must be made.
I've made so many on my own trust me.
I take pride in everything I write.
So I'm constantly inspecting, and words I'm always injecting.
Hmm, that just doesn't sound right.
I can hear every word I type in my own voice.
I'm speaking through my mind.
Through the waves of time.
In a private message I will make suggestions to those who are not disciplined when it comes even to capitalization
I will make only tiny suggestions for it is theirs.
They must reread it and reread it.
One must edit his own work after the thoughts are complete.
Trying to make them nice and neat.
The eyes begin to blur and then it is time to take a break.
Time away.
Time to gather ones thoughts for another day.
Time is all one needs to create a window which will open up and lead into their world.
Everyone is unique and all of its own.
Yet they are so many clones.
For frequently similarities do exist even when great is the distance.
We do think a lot like as much as we hate to admit it.
I try to not be bias as best I can.
But sometimes feelings so strong do nag at you.
Saying they are wrong.
But I do not give in easily for I know it could always be reversed.
A controversy in terms of the opinions of the readers.
Opinions being so many that it is sometimes hard to resolve the differences from fact and fiction.
The ability to easily lie with no idea that we even did it is a definite human affliction.
Unintentional will habits of progress.
A continuation of aggravation in varying elaborations.
With each puzzle solved multiple new one forms.
Sometimes even more difficult then last.
Sometimes for help and guidance we turn to the past.
For in a certain we think lies the solution.
The dawning of a conclusion.
And we sometimes think this order might destroy the chaos all around us.
But it will not.
It will make it easier to deal with.
But their is no fixing it.
Not as the poem I write.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Speeeeeech!
does it make difference you speak in front of many people or alone
does it make difference you speech in historic place or in your toilet
does it make difference you are charismatic leader or unknown beggar from streetside
it makes difference you speak to clash conflict or for better world
it makes difference you speech bonded by past or to move forward
it makes difference you depend by fact or just soap service
does it make difference you read from text or speak fluently
does it make difference you speech in busy market or deserted mountain
does it make difference you write words yourself or scrap it from books and paper
it makes difference everybody exitedly listens or sleeps peacefully on their seats
it makes difference you have freedom to speak or prisoned by intimidation
it makes difference it gives effect or just a long boring speech
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Authenticity
I have this struggle with authenticity;
it pounds away at my consciousness,
I'm not really comfortable anywhere
and don't have much to say,
feel most alive
when over-emoting
or when yelling or screaming
being resentful too
feels better
than not being anything at all.
Some times I dip my oar
in the water
but refuse to row;
click on my passive face
and try not to count in the world;
cherish my secret secrets
which no one knows;
create my secret club
of just me and I-
a club of one.
I have this struggle with authenticity
just trying to find my way
to feel things out
trying to grow up
and be something,
anything
that feels real.
My mother says
'All this is normal'
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Why I Write?
I write poems for myself and I write for the readers
I write for the masses and I write for the leaders
I write to imprint my thoughts in people's mind
I write to make the bad guys helpful and kind
I write to light up our path to Great God
I write for everyone home and abroad
I write to preserve values new and old
I write to make my ink precious like gold
I write for peace and I write for progress
I write to make the world a better place
All major issues I want to address
I write to see smile on God's face
poem by Asif Andalib
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How Can I Fake Some Feelings?
when you fake your orgasm
i know it
by heart, there is no moisture
in my thoughts,
dry
as a desert i walk like a bedouin
without a song
my camel looking for some
water in the oasis
mirage,
we too are mutual
in this faking game
i do not even have to fake
my feelings
loving you
it is the bulb in my head
above the bed
where we make love
in an intertwine
when the light clicks
see another face
forgive me
i have had your fake orgasms
multiple in fact
but i really do not mind
faking my feelings
they are not there anymore
i do not have them
they have long been buried
in the marrow of my
bones
the red blood there
long dried
i do not even remember
where and when
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Reason behind liking
There is reason behind every liking
You catch the idea and it must be striking
Not necessarily a comment or length praise
But a serious thought for poets to chase
Write nicely or face the ire
Applaud and honor when we admire
Your poems may contain pain and satire
Definitely readers are key players
How does an actor know the art?
When there is nothing new to start?
There is lot more to improve
When readers write or disprove
Encourage and put reason with logic
It is good test and real basic
If you write and comment
It will be blessings as if heavenly send
Poet does it with his pure imagination
He may have fir belief and inclination
It is possible he may err in his reading
Make it sure he is not marketing or trading
The literature is meant for human consumption
Certain facts are understood with assumption
You may find heart change with resumption
It is personal choice for rejection or adoption
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Artiste
If I were a painter!
I would paint a picture of you,
If I were a songwriter!
I would sing of my love for you,
If I were an author!
I would write a story of love,
But I am only me
as you can see.
If I were a painter!
I would paint a picture of you,
I brush your hair,
with gentle strokes,
with a touch of brown,
and of you on your bed.
I'll make you blush and glow,
With a single stroke I can
make you smile again,
But I am only me
as you can see.
If I were a songwriter!
I would sing of my love for you,
I would write the words,
to tell you how I feel,
And maybe make this real,
But I am only me
as you can see.
If I were an author!
I would write a story of love,
a love that would bind
our two hearts,
write words of love for your voice,
as I let it wash over me,
of kissing your lips and the taste of you,
But I am only me,
as you can see.
RG/RR
poem by Robert Green
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When You Begin A War
when you begin a war
and start it now
do not discount the possibility
that you too
like any other human being
gets hurt
captured tortured and even die
without any name
to the vulture in that desert
eventually
as an unexpected eventuality,
an added casualty
to the war
that you have just began to wage
on this page
of history who shall soon solely decide
the guilty
without discounting the possibility that i could only
be you
the guilty one
the sore
loser
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Guilty Of Love
(coverdale)
I believe my love for you
Is a love that will last forever,
An Im here to testify
Im a prisoner of your heart
Baby dont you believe
When I tell you I love you
That I really mean it,
Dont you walk away,
Dont you turn your back on me
Im guilty of love,
Its a crime of passion
Guilty of love,
An theres no doubt about it,
No doubt about it
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty,
In the first degree
Guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty,
In the first degree
I can never forget the times
When I took what you gave me for granted
So I stand accused
An I plead guilty to the crime
You can lock me away if you want
Just as long as your arms are around me,
An I wont mind
If you just throw away the key
Im guilty of love,
Its a crime of passion
Guilty of love,
An theres no doubt about it,
No doubt about it
Guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty,
In the first degree
Guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty,
In the first degree
Guilty of love...
Im guilty of love,
Its a crime of passion
Guilty of love,
An theres no doubt about it,
No doubt about it
Guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty,
In the first degree
Guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty
Guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty,
In the first degree...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Hung Up On You
Orbison/melson
Hooked on the touch of your hand, high on how you understand
Lost when you whispered hello ,something in your eyes said dont go
I just had to stay, couldnt go away from you, you knew what to do to get me
Hung up on you,hung up on you,hung up on you,hung up on you
You knew, the first time we met that I could never forget
You held me so close to you, I could never get over you
You were so aware how to make me care and keep me
Hung up on you,hung up on you,hung up on you,hung up on you
Yeah, you got me where you wanted me, I am where I really want to be
Hung up,hung up,hung up on you
Im so hung up on you that I dont know what I would do without you
Oh it will take me forever to get enough of you and I cant help it if im
Hung up on you,hung up on you,hung up on you baby,hung up on you
Hung up on you,hung up on you...
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Authenticity is not Art.
Authenticity is not Art.
Reality as such is not Art.
Art should highlight something
From the remaining in shape.
Art should pinpoint something
From the remaining in acts.
Narration of occurrence
And rendering of incidence
In authenticity
Without any artificial twists
Will render the Art
Lifeless and spiritless.
A cartoon is a perfect art.
It differs vast from the real
And yet reminds of the real.
Imaginary is an art.
Romanticism is an art.
Don’t mar the art with authenticity.
05.11.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In this country, it doesn't make any difference where you were born. It doesn't make any difference who your parents were. It doesn't make any difference if, like me, you couldn't even speak English until you were in your twenties.
quote by Arnold Schwarzenegger
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A Poem To Change The World
I wish I could write a poem that would change the world
A world with barbwire fences
Try to cross and you get stuck
You get pinned and you can’t come back
Ya
If I could just write a poem that would take those barbwire fences down
I wish I could write a poem that would change the world
With spotlights that blind rather than show the way
You have to look away
With spots in your eyes you cannot see
Ya
If I could just write a poem that would turn those spot lights away
I wish I could write a poem that would change the world
Airplanes that get you there if you can pay the fair
If you’re poor, you will work hard but go no where
Those who fly, are they thankful to the sky
Ya
If I could just write a poem that would make this world fair
I wish I could write a poem that would change the world
What is worse is war
And it is over there, where we send our children
There is nothing here but fear
Ya
I wish I could write a poem that make that no more
How much longer will the birds and trees
have to put up with our dirty breeze
All the water in this world
someday none of it will be safe to drink
If I could just write a poem that would clean up this mess
poem by Roger Harkness
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I make up my opinions from facts and reasoning, and not to suit any body but myself. If people don't like my opinions, it makes little difference as I don't solicit their opinions or votes.
quote by William Tecumseh Sherman
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It Will Be Another Week
another week of unbecoming
retracing genes of
great grandfathers, these vomiting
moments of our lives
what they taught perhaps
shall linger like leeches
but we like them all to leave us
so we can also
lick our own wounds without them
watching with whirlpool faces
another week of hibernation
getting to know this self like it were a stranger
knocking on my door
for a while i must accept all these
treat this stranger to a drink
vodka or rum
i may hum and make myself numb
on this mantra of manifestations
here i am
embrace me says the stranger
i have been longing to have you
and hold you tight unto my arms
let us talk
you and i.
my name is your name
and my emptiness is yours too.
let us drink to this!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In The Land Of Joy
Flat face and round bottom,
Long face and small bottom,
One can surely make it a big difference!
And like the power of one's love in the land of joy.
One letter can create a book,
One vote can change a nation,
One candle can be lighted to overcome the darkness!
Yes, one can surely make it a big difference.
One bird can herald a spring,
One smile cam create a beautiful contact,
One's dream cam lead to one's success,
And one laugh can conquer gloom!
But the joy of your muse is from the power of one.
One can surely make is a big change!
One seed can create a garden,
One song can spark movement,
And one poem can touch the hearts of many!
For the joy of my mind is now seen by others.
One tree can give birth to a forest,
One star can guide a ship,
One letter can deeply touch your heart,
One step can start a long journey,
One word can give birth to a prayer!
And like your first kiss to your lover.
One hope can lift the spirits,
One love can bring about the peace and joy of this world,
One touch can inspire love and care;
And one voice can speak the truth with wisdom!
But the joy of this poem is edited by one's mind.
One life can make the difference to guide you on,
One's freedom can liberate others;
And like the star which guided the Three Wise Men,
For one can surely make it a big difference in this life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Artificial Sweetener
Oh yes Im guilty
For leasing myself out
Not ready to go up for sale
Cant seem to give it up
Stubborn, so selfish
Im showing off the worst in me
The return of saturn
Assessing my life
Second guessing...
Im full of artificial sweetener
My hearts been deceitful
Its all artificial sweetener
Im faking I love yous
Youre forcing me to
You really deserve love
I want to love you
But I cant seem to find myself
Im wilting effort
Our progress report
Im only sure that Im not sure
I shudder to be honest
Whos behind it all now?
Whos the author?
Im full of artificial sweetener
My hearts been deceitful
Its all artificial sweetener
Im faking I love yous
Youre forcing me to
Re-read, re-write, redo, undo
Im stuck on this page
I was born two weeks late
Is that why I hesitate
Im on the fence
Push me off it
I want to be on your side now
And keep a promise
Im full of artificial sweetener
My hearts been deceitful
Its all artificial sweetener
Im faking I love yous
Youre forcing me to
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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