Vitipuration Falls
Have you ever heard the torrent of abuse
As it curses it's way to Vitipuration Falls
Through rapids vitriolic and cataracts obtuse
To it's final foul mutterings in The Bay of Catcalls
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Rushing Of The Rapids
The rushing of the rapids heard,
Soothes.
As does the walk along a path,
Shown to wind through Sun kissed trees.
The quietness heightens...
With soft and cool Summer breezes.
And...
The rushing of the rapids heard.
Birds of different colors flying.
With a landing on the rocks,
To catch the mist from fast pacing rapids,
Making sounds...
Or sending messages I could not interpret,
From birds and other creations of God...
Within this tropical splendor.
And I sit,
At the base of an old oak tree.
Feeling it...
Getting comfortable beneath me.
As if preparing for a welcomed and long visit.
The rushing of the rapids heard,
Soothes.
The rushing of the rapids,
Heard...
Soothes.
And I sit,
At the base of an old oak tree.
Feeling it...
Getting comfortable beneath me.
As if preparing for a welcomed and long visit.
The quietness heightens...
With soft and cool Summer breezes.
And...
That rushing of the rapids,
Heard.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles, and from that moment he is following the dark rapids of an underground river which may sometimes flow so near to the surface that the laughing picnic parties are heard above.
quote by Cyril Connolly
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Time-2
'Limitless' obtuse
Obtuse 'Limit' of life's length
Whip of the Lord weird
Strikes, strokes, in ensnared circles
Vibrant magic of His wish
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Dreams are no escape
He spends his work squabbling, haggling over a rupee
Foul mouths, abuses and all that drains his energy
You couldn’t tell if he is drunk just pretending to be sober
Battling through a rotten life, his ordeal never really over!
But when night comes and the half ball silver glows
Leaving behind the muck, he can stop being morose
He neither reflects on his misery nor feels the need to weep
On a six by six potholed floor, quickly he falls asleep!
Are you not curious to know if dreams visit him then?
With sweet angels with words of love or beautiful women
No curses no shouting men, only friends surrounding him
Hugging him, cheering him, he is a winner in his dream!
Or the same evils haunt him, the ones that storm his day
Mock him, spit on his face, kick him out of their way
He struggles to find his way out, shouting curses in his sleep
There’s no light or end of the tunnel, he doesn’t know to weep!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Perhaps, This is How Life is!
The water-falls are perilous although,
And fall as rapids on boulders below,
What cascading beauty and frothy air,
And splashing noise that rends the forests near!
It must be raining heavily above;
The sky here looks all blue without black-clouds?
A bridge of Hope connects the two forests;
The rapids cease into a gentle flow
To form a river that gives life to all!
The turbulence of earthly life is great,
With chaos and many dangers admixed;
Yet, Mother Nature waves her magic wand
And ushers halcyon days to all mankind.
poem by John Celes
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Car
Four wheels to take you anywhere.
Upon it you bestow loving care.
But woe be tide,
if anything goes wrong.
Its grace falls foul,
and you sing another song.
Just like a woman,
I’ve often heard this said.
For on frosty nights,
you’ve got to wrap it up warm for bed.
14 Nov 1978
poem by David Harris
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Justice is done by Him
Crying for His benediction
Thou lost somewhere
in the crowd of
Thy filthy desires.
Thou served thy petty self-interest
Amidst curses and sins,
Now thou wish to amend
When thy flesh is leaving thy bones,
When thy light is fading,
Thou art scared of Thy palsy,
Thy ruin,
Thy never ending
pain
Thou art at the threshold of
Thy final destination.
Now thou will never get respite
From thy misfortune,
Until thou art forgiven by them
Whose curses thou invited
For justice is done by Him.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Song-The Final Spark
By Mountain Ash and roses wild
Recalling all we’ve been
Let’s cast our eyes o’er views so wide
And think on what’s unseen
And by the stealthy Luce so dark
Let’s quietly sit and wait
To catch that final flashing spark
As sun and river break
(chorus)
Now take my hand and let us walk
Towards the falling sun
Unveil our hearts and let us talk
Of rapids still to run
And on the sands where rivers meet
Let’s gaze through twilight’s glow
At sea trout surging clear and free
So briefly from the flow
(chorus)
Now take my hand and let us walk
Towards the falling sun
Unveil our hearts and let us talk
Of rapids still to run
And now, by hay just freshly mown,
Beneath the polar star,
Where Saturn hangs above the cove,
Let's kiss once more before we part
(11 07 08)
Sticky Fingerprints
How can you take what is mine,
Away from me?
And excuse that act,
As something that you do?
I've heard of those addicted,
Do the same thing too!
And not care a bit about,
Who they choose to screw.
And you do it to me,
Like I'm a fool to use.
But I am not the one...
You can use and abuse.
How can you lie and fake,
Honesty and trust?
When your sticky fingerprints,
Are slick with each touch.
And you do it to me,
Like I'm a fool to use.
But I am not the one...
You can use and abuse.
I've heard of those addicted,
Do the same thing too!
And not care a bit about,
Who they choose to screw.
How can you take what is mine,
Away from me?
And excuse that act,
As something that you do?
And you do it to me,
Like I'm a fool to use.
But I am not the one...
You can use and abuse.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Final Day
When the rich die last
Like the rabbits
Running from a lucky past
Full of shadow cunning
And the world lights up
For the final day
We will all be poor
Having had our say
Put a blanket up on the window pane
When the baby cries lullaby again
As the light goes out on the final day
For the people who never had a say
There is so much noise
There is too much heat
And the living floor
Throws you off your feet
As the final day falls into the night
There is peace outside
In the narrow light
song performed by by Young Marble Giants
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Grand Rapids
Air -- "Bright Alfaretta"
Wild roved the Indians once
On the banks of Grand River,
And they built their little huts
Down by that flowing river.
In a pleasant valley fair,
Where flows the river rapid,
An Indian village once was there,
Where now stands Grand Rapids.
Indian girls and boys were seen,
With their bow and quiver,
Riding in their light canoes
Up and down the river.
Their hearts were full of joy,
Happy voices singing
Made music with forest birds,
They kept the valley ringing.
Indians have left and gone
Beyond the Mississippi.
They called the river Owashtenong
Where stands this pleasant city.
Louis Campau the first white man
Bought land in Grand Rapids.
He lived and died, an honored man
By people of Grand Rapids.
When Campau came to the valley
No bridge was across the river;
Indians in their light canoes
Rowed them o'er the water.
Railroads now from every way
Run through the city, Grand Rapids;
The largest town in west Michigan
Is the city of Grand Rapids.
poem by Julia A Moore
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Pointy Toes
Pointy toes,
Elegance shows.
A dancer's feet,
Worn and Weary,
A ballerina's feat,
Makes it look easy.
We abuse our feet,
Scrapped till it bites,
We abuse our feet,
Tie knots too tight,
We abuse our feet,
Stand till sore,
We abuse our feet,
Curl like claw.
High heels, tall.
We abuse our feet,
Bound feet small.
Abuse our feet most than rest of body?
Take care, your feet, Everybody.
Guargual?, Guargual?: it was rapids and remains rapids.
The mayor of Toronto
The mayor of Toronto has cutback public service
Deciding that people are an affront to his office
How dare they want things deserved from their leaders
Shouldn't they be happy for paying their taxes?
So goodbye Libraries, hospitals and public transport
You're gone to pay for jails and the policemen's donuts
The only sanitation is another cup from timmies
Were regulars converge to scorn the Maple Leafs
There was an old lady who thought for her meals
She went to city council and complained about abuse
But the mayor sat in his chair looking slightly obtuse
Wondering if she dropped would she taste like veal?
Then Marge paid a visit in her Viking regalia
Prompting the mayor to run in hysteria
He called the police with the fury of curses
Peering through the window to spot hot nurses
He doesn't like drugs but he does endorse snow
Especially the specials that fall in his nose
He's not big for Gay, though he is Gay for Bigots
For him men are Bears taking care of their Cubs
Education to him is corrupted with liberalism
Polluted with thoughts that corrupt family values
He's right in the sense that educations solves problems
Like learning to pick mayors who don't cause these troubles
poem by Kevin Patrick
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Foul play
Foul play not good
Foul players destroy themselves.
Foul play means play with injustice
Foul play means neglect justice.
Foul play I do not like
Foul play I do not like.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Many a man curses the rain that falls upon his head, and knows not that it brings abundance to drive away the hunger.
quote by Saint Basil
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Darkness Falls
Darkness falls within my soul.
I no longer can keep control.
I'm going mad with contempt and hate,
All the voices around me grate with no abate.
Darkness falls no where to hide.
Losing hope with no more pride.
I've lost my will.
I've lost my faith.
Jesus how I hate the human race.
Darkness falls it surrounds me now.
I scream and shout to hush the crowd.
In firece rage I threaten now.
To hurt and kill the wretched foul.
They make me sick,
they make me cry.
Why won't God just let me die?
Darkness falls where do I go?
To find a shred of what I once was proud.
A gentleman true,
a nice youngman, but darkness fell,
Now I'm just a freakish lout.
poem by Michael McParland
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Our Final Farewell
To say our final farewell it happend not that long ago.
Our final farewell, I remember it so clearly.
Our final farewell, I remember your smile.
Our final farewell, I remember how proud you were
that you got promoted.
Our final farewell, happened like any 'goodbye'.
Our final farewell, you seemed happy.
Our final farewell, you seemed to enjoy life.
Our final farewell, you seemed to enjoy everything,
Our final farewell, I remember the conversation.
Our final farewell, sometimes haunts me.
Our final farewell, happened so quick.
Our final farewell, I didn't know that it was going to
be our last.
Our final farewell, happened more then a year ago
Your final farewell, happened on the 15/11/05 as you
took your own life.
poem by Nikki Hamilton
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When It Falls, It Falls All Over You
Selling papers on the corner,
I saw a man yesterday.
I asked him if hed wanna
Tell me what made him this way.
He said, when its born, its warm,
Then it gathers strength in lies,
When it falls, it falls all over you.
He used to pick his friends.
They left him in the end.
An easy thing to lose,
The right to pick and choose.
When its born, its warm,
Then it gathers strength in lies,
When it falls, it falls all over you.
He said he left his wife,
The back-bone of his life.
Another came along,
But now I guess shes gone.
When its born, its warm,
Then it gathers strength in lies,
When it falls, it falls all over you.
I think I used to see
That old man on tv,
Can you be the same?
It seems like such a shame.
When its born, its warm,
Then it gathers strength in lies,
When it falls, it falls all over you.
The world he thought he knew,
Has better things to do.
As I went on my way
I thought I heard him say:
When its born, its warm,
Then it gathers strength in lies,
When it falls, it falls all over you.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Friends, Associates and Close Family
On the sidelines jeering!
Deafening boos are heard leering...
With catcalls and other strange sounds.
And signs of failure,
Thunderously applauded.
'Who' are these folks,
You claim to have your back? '
~That is their way of expressing their support.
As well as undefined devotion.~
'But...
Didn't you say they were your friends, associates
And close family? '
~Yeah!
We are still working on that.
Especially that community spirit 'thing'.
Outside of those religious practices, of course.
However...
One thing is certain,
They can not be faulted for their beliefs.
Nor for that 'togetherness' arguably maintained!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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