With a Book
Words shouting, singing, smiling, frowning--
Sense lacking.
Ah, nothing, more obscure than Browning,
Save blacking.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Shouting...
i cannot sleep for this constant shouting...
the shouting of trees, the shouting of alleyways,
the shouting of rats crawling through trash.
the shouting of needles and Family Bibles,
the shouting of flags folded and given.
the shouting of machines, abandoned and morose,
the shouting of fields gone barren.
the shouting of poverty ripping color from being,
the shouting of hunger in faces silent.
the shouting of guns loaded and unloaded,
the shouting of clinics, filled without names.
the shouting of prayers wriiten in pavement,
the shouting of rivers filled with sewage.
the shouting of birth, and the shouting of death...
the shouting of love, distant and forgotten.
the shouting of god, in doubt's innumerable forms.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Parodist's Apology
If I've dared laugh at you, Robert Browning,
'Tis with eyes that with you have often wept:
You have oftener left me smiling or frowning,
Than any beside, one bard except.
But once you spoke to me, storm-tongued poet,
A trivial word in an idle hour;
But thrice I looked on your face and the glow it
Bore from the flame of the inward power.
But you'd many a friend you never knew of,
Your words lie hid in a hundred hearts,
And thousands of hands that you've grasped but few of
Would be raised to shield you from slander's darts.
For you lived in the sight of the land that owned you,
You faced the trial, and stood the test:
They have piled you a cairn that would fain have stoned you:
You have spoken your message and earned your rest.
poem by James Kenneth Stephen
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The Sun Is Smiling
While watching
the back of the peach maker
the sun is smiling.
While listening
to the voice of the singing gardener
the sun is smiling.
While touching the gentle grasses
as they sway in the wind
the sun is smiling.
The sun is smiling
and it made me smile too.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Only Within The Looking Glass
This morning I came across a face that I’d not seen so fresh in years,
Smiling beyond the tears that kept him drowning, smiling beyond
The fear that keeps him frowning, it is only within the looking glass
That he defines himself towards expectation that otherwise he forgets
So merrily, that of the projection of persona he declares in every stride.
poem by David Lacey
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Obscure
How obscure
To heal a heart full of hatred
Through the light of forgiveness...
How obscure
To cure blindness
Through the light of open-mindedness...
How obscure
To cure deafness
Through the light of consciousness...
How obscure
To cure dumbness
Through the light of intelligence...
How obscure...
To heal a hand of hostility
Through the light of kindness...
How obscure
To cure a paralytic
Through the light of liberty...
How obscure
To cure sickness
Through the light of benevolence...
How obscure to understand
To heal physicality
Through the presence of spirituality
poem by Mary Joy Lumanog
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That Was The First Time When I Shouted At You
i was surprised myself
at what i just did
oh my i feel like a real man
shouting at you
the first time in my life
when i think you never understood me
when i decided to shout the words
the words baffle you
about who i am, and what i am really up to
i like the way things are
now you must listen
otherwise, i will keep on shouting
until i will get
my own meaning.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.
quote by Robert Browning
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Shall I, Shall You?
Shall I take the words
that come from your lips
and let them fill my days?
Or shall I leave them
and be on my way,
forgetting how to praise
everything I love of you,
everything that words can do,
everything I need from you,
everything that can't come true.
Shall you never say
these words again
and allow them to die unheard?
Or shall you let them
sound over the land
like a trilling bird?
singing of your love for me,
singing what you wish could be,
singing how you need me so,
singing to me soft and low.
Regardless if these words of love
go among the missing,
I still can hear them in my mind
and so they keep me wishing
for fulfillment in my life
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Two faces of Islam
Two faces of Islam
One is frowning
The other is smiling
And I have to choose
When and where!
(And thank Him I chose the smiling one
in Arabic: ' Alhamdule Ellah'
I chose true Islam; but fought a v. long way.....)
poem by Eman Elbadawi
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Save Your Love
(jerry lynn williams)
Producer for bonnie: gene capel
I've always wandered alone
Afraid and on my own
But up till now i'd think of you
Memories lost and regained
Seemed to refrain me
On days that weren't quite so blue
*save your love
Like it means the world to you
'cause that's exactly what
Your love means to me
It's like a spirit lost
And finally set free
Come on and save your love
Save your love for me
You upped and told me your feelings
Hiding down deep within
Where do i begin
So i'll keep on singing this song
Hope you'll sing along
Then maybe someday we'll be friends
(* repeat 2 times)
Save your love, oh yeah
Save your love
Come on and save your love
Save your love for me
Save your love, save your love
Come on and save your love
Save your love for me
(* repeat)
Save your love
Oh save your love
Save your love, oh yeah yeah
Save your love
Save your love
Come on and save your love
Save your love...
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Thats Where I Belong
Words & music by paul simon
Somewhere in a burst of glory
Sound becomes a song
Im bound to tell a story
Thats where I belong
When I see you smiling
When I hear you singing
Lavender and roses
Every ending a beginning
The way you turn
And catch me with your eye
Ay ay ay
Thats where I belong
When I see you smiling
When I hear you singing
Lavender and roses
Every ending a beginning
Thats the way it is
I dont know why
Ay ay ay
But thats where I belong
A spiny little island man
Plays a jingling banjo
Hes walking down a dirt road
Carrying his radio
To a river where the water meets the sky
Ay ay ay
Thats where I belong
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Going Nowhere
This is what you offer me,
A system of dishonesty,
Where life is measured, monetarily,
And I'm just another face.
Another man with the simple skills,
Of staying alive, and paying the bills
I'll Never amount to anything,
Live and die where I've always been.
This is where I'm at, the bills
Still come no matter what,
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
Uneducated, though I graduated,
Wish I would have been a little more dedicated,
And got something out of school,
Instead of always playing the fool.
But even if I did for just one day,
Had all the right words that I wanted to say,
It wouldn't make any difference anyway,
Cause no-one's listening
This is where I'm at, the bills
Still come no matter what,
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
So save your words,
Just save your words,
Cause I don't care anymore,
So save your words,
Just save your words,
Cause I don't care anymore,
So save your words,
Just save your words,
Cause I don't care anymore,
So save your words,
Just save your words,
Cause I don't care any-more,
My father worked his life away,
In all those years he never missed a day,
There isn't anybody that could say,
He didn't keep his bills paid.
All that time, he never got to do,
All the things in life that he wanted to,
He always kept his family fed,
With the blood and sweat he shed.
With the sacrifice he's made,
This is how he gets repaid,
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
song performed by by Zero Down
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A Point
Words too many, creates an inflation-like balloon; sphere grown too large
where each word gets lost in the volume of words gone awry, orphaned,
where syllabicity becomes too complicatedly and comprehension
escapes the brain and flees into the night of obscurity and sadly
interest waxes and wanes and only pieces of the meaning
remain, distended and jumbled up and in surrealities
which makes one doubt whether the poem makes
sense of not, or if it is I, the reader lacking
the wit or common sense to see what
the writer meant or if there is a code
to all of this that I, the reader just
does not get, and, perhaps a
second read will clarify all
this and the light will
flood in and then
I, reader, will
and poet
reveal
the
point.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Their Actions Never Made Sense
'What is the matter?
You look as if you've been told a joke? '
No.
But you can look at it that way.
I just spoke to a fool.
'Oh? '
Yeah.
Accused me of being aloof and distant.
As if I thought I was better than the others.
As if I did not want to be bothered with them.
'You're not talking about those same people?
Why don't you just ignore them? '
I try but I can't.
It was great when they ignored me,
And walked around with their noses in the air.
In fact,
I welcomed it
They believed me to be beneath them.
'What changed? '
I guess they discovered I didn't care.
And I was totally happy with peace of mind.
'Is that why you're smiling? '
For the most part.
I was just chastised,
For not accepting an invitation.
'Chastised?
That doesn't make a bit of sense.'
That's why I'm smiling.
I was just told,
I offended those in the clique.
You know...
The ones in the 'inner circle'?
The movers and shakers?
The same folks who announced I was a joke?
'But why are they bothering you? '
That's why I'm smiling.
It took this this long to realize they are crazed.
And 'now' that it has been validated...
They believe I am worthy to be embraced.
'That doesn't make a bit of sense! '
Would you stop saying that!
That's why I am smiling.
Their actions never made sense,
From the beginning.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If The Truth Is My Due
I would prefer praise to criticism any day
But for as long as people their truth to me do say
And with lies not defame me in any way
I will 'cop it sweet' with me 'twill be okay
Yet some people even whilst speaking the truth
By their words alone do seem lacking in ruth
Even the truth spoken crudely can leave a mental sting
The great power of words can be a hurtful thing
Yet the truth is the truth and can never defame
It is with your own actions that you sully your name
Due to jealousy or a sense of revenge some with their words are cruel
And with their words to character ruin light the fuel
I will accept the truth if the truth is my due
For as long as you say of me of me what's true.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Do you know what exactly freedom means?
Freedom means breathing deeply
Thinking loudly
Shouting noiselessly
Crying quietly
Loving honestly
Shining brightly
Treating fairly
Acting strangely
Singing lovely
Watching carefully
Smiling happily
Speaking voicelessly
Being friendly
Do you know what freedom means?
Have you ever thought about that?
Freedom means try to be YOURSELF
poem by Reihaneh Jalalian
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Endless Love
'Where are the other passengers?
Has everyone survived?
Is everyone keeping their hopes alive? '
Some stayed aboard the vessel.
With hopes to bail themselves out!
The rest of them that did not drown...
Are in the rowboat with the Captain.
With cheers and their undivided devotion!
'Cheers?
Devotion! '
Yes!
They are proud he stayed the course.
And kept to his principles.
Even though the ship is sinking.
From lack of common sense.
Never used to bring about...
A collective process,
To produce comprehension...
Triggered by the act of thinking!
'What is that song...
They keep singing over and over?
And what is that appearing on the horizon? '
They are singing 'Endless Love'.
I believe the Captain and his wife are singing.
It sounds like him.
A bit intoxicated.
Some of the others have been heard whispering,
Amongst themselves.
Something about a new commander.
Coming to save us.
'New commander?
Coming to save us?
And what is his name? '
I'm not sure!
But they too are singing.
I hear it.
Listen!
It's getting louder.
It's that Pointer Sisters tune from years back!
I remember it now.
It is called 'Yes We Can Can.'
It's ethnic.
And has a lot of rhythm!
Note:
The song 'Endless Love'
composed by Lionel Ritchie.
And sung in duet originally
by Lionel and Diana Ross.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dangerous
Anything obscure and dangerous
We meet with eyes of heightened alertness;
Danger is a weapon for injury,
I found the injured man, then the locality
Was obscure for my sight failed
Obviously from being banged.
Anything obscure and dangerous
Has light of rulership;
You avoid the tyrant, the scarier man,
Who rules the skies and grounds,
Forgetting the Lord and all His followers,
The safe ones, the comforted ones.
Anything obscure and dangerous
May be fire, or worse.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Is There Anyone Out There?
Staring at the stars at night
it makes you wonder
if this is the only planet with life
in the vastness of space.
You feel like shouting at times.
Is there anyone out there?
People see things in the night sky
that they cannot explain.
Even in the daylight
mysterious objects appear unexplained
and all the time you feel like shouting.
Is there anyone out there?
Years from now when
we might have learned to listen,
we might find someone else
is really out there listening
to us shouting.
Is there anyone out there?
It is quite possible one day
in the truth we might find
that all the time we’ve been shouting
someone else has been out there
shouting back at us too.
Is there anyone out there?
21 February 2011
poem by David Harris
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Be wary of passing the judgment: obscure. To find something obscure poses no difficult, elephants and poodles find many things obscure.
quote by Georg C. Lichtenberg
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