Animals In The Streets
They stay in the woods like owls.
Looking for something to do.
Like when wolves howl.
Crazy animals in the streets running around with heats.
In hoods where murderers are like predators.
And Dangerous dragons with fires blazing.
We wish we could escape on a flying carpet like aladdin.
Ain't no playing games in this life.
This is not madden.
We suppose to focus on our goals of making money not killing.
poem by Anteaus Berryhill
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Don't Only Focus On The Money
When you go for the money,
You'll be selling your soul.
And when one goes for just the money,
The heart turns cold.
So don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Bling is nice but there's more to life.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Open your mind with bright wide eyes,
To take a ride that will excite you.
With a view to greater heights.
So...
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
When you go for the money,
You'll be selling your soul.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't let your heart grow old and cold.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
So...
Don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
So...
Don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
So you just don't focus on the money,
Don't.
So you just don't focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
'I feel funny when I don't have any money.'
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't you only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't keep your focus on the fact that you always stay broke.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't stay focused on the money,
Don't!
Don't keep your focus on the fact that you always stay broke.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Need The Rain
Long have I wandered so far from home
Come to a place I have never known
Gone too deep underground
Gone to far better turn around
I've been running away
I've been running away away
(chorus)
Don't you know I need the rain to hide my tears
To cover me ~ wash me clear
Don't you know I need the rain to hide my tears
I'm in my cloud ~ I'm not here
No killing sun to know where I go
No no killing sun to know where I go
Stop the world ~ make it wait
Don't you burn my eyes in the fires of day
Let me stay dark and safe
And this crazy rain is my last escape
I've been running away
I've been running away away
(chorus)
song performed by by Heart
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Word Cinquain
Dragons
Fierce, dangerous
Clawing, roaring, flying
Mad animals flapping about
Beasts
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Dragon's flight like a Kitsune’s fur
Flying endless,
It loves the peaceful air,
The nature countless like the spring,
The flowers bloom,
Like a summer's day,
Soon to become twilight's might,
As the moon is full,
And the wolves howl,
We fly like owls in the night,
Looking for food,
We long for more food,
Awaiting the ultimate feast.
poem by Nicholas Spandrel
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Artemis
Goddess of the Moon
For the Wolves to Howl.
Goddess of the Woods,
For the Creatures to Prowl.
Goddess of the Animals,
For the Earth to Love.
Goddess of the Hunt,
For Stalking the Dove.
Goddess of Child Birth,
For New Life to Come.
poem by Savannah VokinsNoyes
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Snow wolves
I can hear the wolves
Howl in the distance
The howl is suddenly
Dampened by the falling snow
In a clearing
I see the wolves howl
Perched on the slanted rock
They cry to the moon
The moon cries back
It cries with agony
It cries because of death
Death witnessed beneath it's glow
The wolves turn and howl
The snow doesn't let up
But blows harder
Through blind panic
i run
I hear the wolves howl
Only it isn't in the distance
poem by Eric Ripley
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Man destroys more than replenishes.
Animals fear the predators and flee.
Man finds ways to kill his predators:
Man, animals, bacteria and virus.
Animals kill for food but man for more than that.
07.06.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Nashoba Pack
A pack of creatures
That walk and creeps.
Like scavengers in the woods.
Of different exposed hoods.
They hunt for power.
Infamous for murders.
They fight like predators.
Vicious as Halloween in October.
Have scary eyes.
That you should fear.
Black ski masks is what they wear.
The Nashoba pack is here
And the end is near.
Nocturnal like animals hunting for prey.
And we are witnesses that have to pray.
Violence bleeds through the night.
Crime rate rises to the highest height.
Guns yelling and people are dying.
And we hear nothing but crying sirens.
poem by Anteaus Berryhill
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Eyes Here
Eyes here, eyes before me,
Eyes everywhere and behind me-
Looking into mine,
Stealing away my thoughts- I know that
My time is running short.
Voices speak like irate monsters and
Voices threaten to kill me,
They are with me wherever I go, threatening me-
Only I can hear them and I fear that
My time is running short.
Angry animals surround my bedside,
Lions, snakes and wolves-
Severed hands reach out to grab me
That only I can see, and
My time is running short.
Somebody came into my room last night,
Grabbed me and took me away-
Screaming out with trepidation-
I was alone in my rage and my plight, as
My time was running short.
Eyes here, eyes before me,
Eyes everywhere and before me-
Staring and making certain I do not escape,
I could hear the sirens blaring -and I knew that
My time was running short.
Locked inside an unfamiliar place,
Trying to discern veracity,
I see the clock upon the wall-
Too bewildered to even weep-
But now I know for certain-
I have entered the door towards madness and
I believe that my time has just run out.
poem by Claudia Krizay
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The Lost Days
running around, southing,
jumping on bed,
crying for petty things,
making paper boats in rain,
getting wet,
jumping in the poodles of water,
running falling, getting dirty
feelings safe in the arms of mother,
lying on the floor,
watching the ceiling
trying to figure out dragons and fairy
from the water patter formed by seepage
looking for rainbow, trying reach it
looking at stars, making a wish
those little games
imitating birds and running after dogs
climbing trees and getting scratched,
watching fishes in pond
throwing stones in water
i really miss those good old days
poem by Anjesh shekhar
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Killing Andy Warhol
Did you ever see the sun rise up
Above this blackened hole
Did you ever feel that what you wants
Not under your control
Ever think that how you feel
Is not quite what you are
Some of us are satellites
Some are superstars
Theyre killing andy warhol
Hes a saint and hes a thief
Well all die a million times
Thats what I believe
Killing andy warhol
Killing andy warhol
They say the rain in europe
Cools you down and helps you think
Water, water everywhere
Nothing you can drink
Kissing andy warhol
His skin feels like a shark
White hair sits so beautiful
Eyelids are so dark
And Im trying to get ahead
Like any boy or girl
Thered be no dictators anywhere
If I could rule the world
Killing andy warhol
Killing andy warhol
Thats impossible - he got all that money
Adorable - having all that money
Feasable - that its all black money
Its so criminal - making all that money
All I want, is what Id want
But I dont want that now
Theyre dressing andy warhol up
If only thay knew how
Jesus on the neon sign
Turns and starts to laugh
And Im thinking about this oxygen
And how Ill make it last
Killing andy warhol
Hes a saint - yeah hes a thief
Motorways are everywhere
With no clean air to breathe
Killing andy warhol
Killing andy warhol
Till the end of time
Till the end of time
Having all that money
Killing andy warhol
Hes got all that money
And its real black money
Making all that money
Killing andy warhol
Killing andy warhol
Written by : kerr/burchill reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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We Will Remember - (cycle - Poetry For My Friends)
escape crazy heart
but it doesn't want to listen
why
tell me why
precisely here
you and I
escape crazy heart
somewhere somebody is waiting for you
listen
and perhaps you not yet you know about it
why, you and I
we are together
here
escape crazy heart
my get to know and...unknown
I won't say
it is well..o! yes
I will say nothing
...nothing
escape crazy heart
an appropriate moment is now
the mistake is a mistake
because it won't be after all
our shared excellent
hit
escape crazy heart
escape crazy heart
escape crazy heart
but only... in a minute
we won't hear the heart
we will remember eyes
---
(for - B (CH))
poem by Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar
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Focus
focus
focus on god
focus on freedom
focus on forgiveness
focus on sweet speech
focus on treasures
focus on humility
focus on commitment
focus on mind
focus on success
focus on health
focus on healthy transformation
focus on goodness
focus on laughter
focus on fun
focus on angel
focus on sweetness
focus on wealth
focus
poem by Johnny Walks
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The night
The dark shadow
above the window
has her trace
looking away and in
provided you do a sin
see her creeping
make your mind to stay
memorising her in the dark
when on the streets dogs bark
when on trees owls howl
when my heart makes call
see only her forget all
Darkness will provide a clue
How to lend her your eyes
But alas! more than I say
The night has become the day
poem by Vizard Dhawan
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Bad Boys Running Wild
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine, herman rarebell
Out in the streets
The dogs are on the run
The cats are all in heart
Out in the streets
Snakes are all around you
Dirty rats are on their way
They control you and theyll make you play
Out in the night
Glaring eyes in darkness
Tigers wanna fight
Out in the night
Spiders all around you
Spinning webs and make you pray
Tie you up and you cant get away
Bad boys running wild
If you dont play along with their games
Bad boys running wild
And you better get out of their way
Out in the streets
The dogs are on the run
The cats are all in heat
Out in the night
Spiders all around you
Spinning webs and make you pray
Tie you up and you cant get away
Bad boys running wild
If you dont play along with their games
Bad boys running wild
And you better get out of their way
Bad boys running wild
If you dont play along with their games
Bad boys running wild
And you better get out of their way
Get out of their way
song performed by by Scorpions
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Run! Escape!
(Written when the media broke the news of police brutality at Pindi Battian in presence of M.P.A.)
O! My poor people,
Run, run, and run!
Escape, escape, and escape!
Escape to the oceans to dwell
In the abyss of waters,
Amid the unexplored rocks,
And devouring monsters.
Escape to the African Forests
Live amid wolves, dogs and dragons.
Escape to the snow-clad region
Of Himalayan Mountains,
Or to the frozen poles of the Earth.
Escape to the Mars or Moon
Or to the Sun: the parent origin
Of the revolving world.
Escape to the canyons,
Or the spots where the Earth is gaped;
For now in my hard-earned country
Ear-banged Democracy governs,
With the assistance of twin Gentle Sisters,
Villaino-cracy and Policeo-cracy.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Falling Into Space
Fall into the space I own for the owls and wise-animals,
There is a place to bounce here, like flying men with ankles.
poem by Naveed Akram
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It Depends On The Situation
In the playing of games,
There are those who are less experienced...
Decide without advice taken,
To play them indiscriminately.
Without thought of who the opponent may be.
Or if the one chosen to be exposed to playing,
Has not in fact...
Elected to do so to prevent total boredom,
To hop and take a ride on one's back...
In the playing of games.
And then,
In the playing of games...
It depends on the situation.
The environment is important as well.
However...
If the playing of the same games,
Gets too familiar...
It becomes very difficult to play them,
With the same exuberance...
As those enjoying to play them repetitiously,
Throughout their lives!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Secrets
Wake me up, im dreaming
i want you to know
its dangerous
to know everything
about my dreams
i want you to know
i want you to know
its dangerous
Hold me when im falling
im falling in love with a princess
the kind of the dreams
tries to catch me
im running away
i try to escape
into the next day
i tell all the secrets
i try to keep
when im dreaming
when i talk in my sleeps
The kind of dreams and nightmares
will hold me in his arms tonight
but hes just a fool
he cant catch my soul
he cant kill my soul
Wake me up, im dreaming
i try to escape, its dangerous
to be in my world
of dreams and nightmares
im running away
i try to escape
into the next day
song performed by by X-Perience
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Secrets
Wake me up, im dreaming
i want you to know
its dangerous
to know everything
about my dreams
i want you to know
i want you to know
its dangerous
Hold me when im falling
im falling in love with a princess
the kind of the dreams
tries to catch me
im running away
i try to escape
into the next day
i tell all the secrets
i try to keep
when im dreaming
when i talk in my sleeps
The kind of dreams and nightmares
will hold me in his arms tonight
but hes just a fool
he cant catch my soul
he cant kill my soul
Wake me up, im dreaming
i try to escape, its dangerous
to be in my world
of dreams and nightmares
im running away
i try to escape
into the next day
song performed by by X-Perience
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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