Society of Poets
bring all the cymbals and the tambourine, and we
will make a holiday; with the paint all can color the
day of today that last for a lifetime, a happy endless
ending of what the future brings
come little soldiers of the time, forward the pen
and the load your body with the mind that savory the
essence of the every events, always see and dance
with the rhyme and sing every lyric the moment that
you put your ink in the pen
countless footprints can be print in the brush you
hold any time the color surpass, make it beautiful and
furnished it with emotion, a feeling that nobody had
ever made, only thy faithful heart can read the
meaning of the day
let the east and the west poets rejoice for in every
joy and happiness, the world remember our call, the
heart that is posted in the soul, revive the spirit of we
always call, may peace reborn in every move, and as
the day will never end; the hour will be the same again
what a lucky day, where all poets of the world would
always stay in the pen their heart makes all the way,
ink the paper and paint your design in the frame you
hold, live and share the legacy the beauty of yesterday
society of poets......... the heart of the past and the soul
of today
poem by Antonio Liao
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As the wind color our dream.....
waking is not the beginning of time, it’s the start of a
day; the end has just started another point, to a start, an
end to a new beginning of a wondeful and beautiful
moment of time
open up my eyes and waste no time to close, the day
has just started, and a glow of every memories never
return the passing moment of what was gone now, as it
has wondered each solitudes of time in the midst of
yesterday’s goodbye
such a dream, captured my past, dreaming to the
presence of my heart, pushing me to leave no cause to
surrender my day of what was yesterday’s gone,
happiness brought me to hold, to mirror of what was
the end, an end to scant and resolute the meaning of
you in my life
recollect my soul of the dream that i have to go, beneath
those vine of memories; cable my joy to reunite my joy
to the beginning of another moment to live in this
wonderful days of my existence, humble my dear heart to
rejuvenate the most exciting adventure of my moment
with you in my dream
passion as you takes the ruins of yesterday and brings
my beginning to stand with your wings of what the future
brings, the day of yesterday, is just a beginning of today
and the passing scene is what is to come for another day,
it’s today my dear
come take me to your rest and paint with your golden
brush the beginning of my life, always color as you’ll be
to sweeten the tomorrow's of today................
poem by Antonio Liao
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Funeral Poem
close your eye and try to wonder the blooming flower
in a dirty pond and pick a little petals in a red, red rose that
smell like a daffodils in the oasis of water in the highest pick
of a mountain meadow, where birds and the trees smile
together watching every step you walk in the isles of pebbles
of sand, where rushes of wave touches your feet, splashes
every corner of your skin, feeling you down, your tear that
falls with melted candle goes down, speeding to the ground
and settle in the soil that spoil the moment of a day, the end of
everything that touches the meaning of life with the one
you love
vow and let each minute fall into the day, leave all that
makes you easy, for the burden of your heart, stay in every
sweet in the coffin you see, feel the emotion that merry go
round in the handkerchief the sweet gland you give and never
see the honey comb your love one will stay, always forward to
what awaits, all are just a momentum to play, in the stage you rest
everybody want to leave, have it all go for the day is waiting for
the dawn of the night and things will be fined
each moment is a time to reflect the past as it is now today,
ponder and reviewed all are just a memory to hold in a minute
it will depart, have all your senses feel the event, they just come
and go but, always focus the evening of where your heart desire, the
night is not yet over and the mourning is off ending, have faith in
your heart for all are just a chasing of the wind, the morning bless is
the best to take to last
be the difference in your heart and the soul revive the glory
of yesterdays past, for today is the dimension you see your future
of what will be the end of the day, as you hold for tomorrow will be
the day for today, may be the you comes with in you, be strong and
forward the past in the future to come will be you, who will be in the
grandstand of funeral you stand
all what you feel today is just a memory to live in our heart…let
my soul rejoice in thy soul of my beloved one who live with you
forever and ever Amen………
poem by Antonio Liao
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Perfect person i adore, only perfect person i'm assured
If only I knew that, I’ll found a person like you,
my heart will be so happy, and my day comes into a
living legacy of the memory of every yesterday, and
as i leave the portal of today, the past comes the day
to remember the present of what was the moment of the
past, for only today that makes the meaning of what
is year after years gone
flaccidly leads me to what the dream comes, easy to
live in the abundance of the heart the soul speak and the
wreath of victory lingers in every moment of the past, a
happy memory shared and a joy wondered that leads to
master the hallucinating shooting star, where the
blissfulness of time settled in your alluring heart of
love
come and touch my peaceful harmony of rhythmic
passion, live the harpoon of the growing glows of living,
fear me not for I make you the queen of my trembling
honest life, the true and genuine truth of loving you, would
always stay in your everlasting memory of eternity
perfect me in your Heart, and the Spirit that loose…..tied
you in my Soul
poem by Antonio Liao
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Pavers Of Life
I must make a trip to London
and walk on the pavers of life.
I must feel the death of the poets
that endured the mental strife
of not enough time to ink the page,
for death came early during that age.
I must feel their messages in my mind
and experience the force of words
coursing through my body, my soul
and in my heart like a thousand birds.
For I feel the call to reconnect
and praise these poets with respect.
For poets live in the hearts of men
and paint pictures over and again
with eloquent phrases one by one
filling their pages until they're done.
I must make a trip to London
from whence my journey had begun.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The morning comes late
all i give is to what is life, all i take is for you, all i made is to make
what you are today, all is just a vanity like smoke that fade in a blink
of an eye
as the night passes the day, all are counted merit for you, all is
given credit what you have done, the pain, the agony, the victory,
the joy are all for you
the happiness you offer to the world, is but a essence of what you
are in this creation, be apart for in every part you made, it might
be the last moment of your stay
it is in this victory that you are call, it is in this happiness that you
have to serve, it is in this life that you exist to procreate, the given
task, only in you, knows that you are in a journey of this life
in every morning, if the sun stand, anchor in your bed and you
feel that you are fine, let your heart tells and be not wary, for the
you are in a journey of no turning back
time is but a moment of an endless journey, a blink of where soul
stand still, of no where to define, just an aura of nothing happen,
only the past will tell, of who you are in every beginning
let your soul move on, of where to floats, angel from different
direction will blew your heart to a place where, you never forget
and you will remember, that once upon a time, your immortal
soul belong and have live this majestic state
just wait, you will be honored and respected according to what
you gain, it is just a passing scene in your heart witness only by
your soul the everything you have made in you life
may you wake up in good faith and live this life to be continued
to life everlasting, have a nice and beautiful morning
poem by Antonio Liao
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The color of the dream
dreams are made of color, according to one own perception
and experience, neither each dream are just a simple one,
nay, it is only a fruit of illusion or a product of hallucination,
but the fact remain, that it is always a part our life
in dream, our imagination creates, the things that we want too,
the impossible becomes a reality to grasp, the satisfaction, that
brings and leads us to achieve the things we dream off, it is
the end where our commitment begins
so real, that each parts of the body move, to concretize, what we
aim for in life, it might be impossible but the minds that initiate,
has made everything making the best of it, possible to exist,
a fulfillment that the body, the soul has come to join in force, to
satisfy the illusion of the mind
in our life, all are just started in dream, the future of our existence,
are pattern in this kind of imagination, a concept, a notion that
comes to being, a creation of God, that until today the fulfillment
has yet to come, when everything will be done in his own purpose
and destiny
we will never be perfected our dream until we give meaning of
what we share, we lend, we take, and live, each of us has to
make our dream, according to what is pleasing in our sight, it
is a call to paint our work for this end product of beauty will brings
us to the creation of the one who give and thought our eyes to
create our own dream ,
our being, is the most perfect ingredients in the color of our dream
for in every drops of stroke of brush, the elements of harmony,
create, the beauty of our existence in this wonderful universe, making
the creation prefect, a fulfillment of the promise of God
dream as you wish, live as you create, paint it with different color,
for only in painting your life will shined, and emulate other to light
the true meaning of the wonder of creation of life
' be an ingredients of color for others to dream '
poem by Antonio Liao
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Today's the Day
Perhaps today's the day that I break free
Free from the hustle that comes each day
Free from distractions that lead me astray
Perhaps I can be what I'm made to be
Perhaps today's the day I'll choose to move
Move beyond the past into tomorrow
Move with purpose in the way I should go
Perhaps I'll believe I've nothing to prove
Perhaps today's the day I'll find my peace
Peace like a stream flowing fresh to my soul
Peace that brings new meaning and makes me whole
Perhaps that assurance will never cease
Perhaps today's the day I'll hear Your voice
So clearly that my heart will have no choice
If today's the day I'm finally free
May I be free to run and tell the world
With Your banner of love proudly unfurled
For today's the day You have set me free
If today's the day I finally move
May I move boldly toward holy life
Allowing You to guide me through the strife
As I dance for joy for You've made me move
And, if today's the day I find Your peace
May I promote that peace to all I meet
Living in peace and loving those I greet
As I gratefully give others Your peace
If today's the day I will hear Your voice
May I know it and may my heart rejoice
((March 7th,2010))
poem by Danny Speicher
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The soul of your heart
as you return to start for a new day, never surrender,
retreat as it goes, forward not to stop, but stay so as
you go in the day of today, where your heart calm your
soul to say that you’re on your way, of yesterday
before today
reaching out is what you always want to explore,
the highway of change never returns, it passes only
once more, it run motionless and see never stop, the
road is so stormy and the day is to dark, and if the
light shine above nobody can' say please stop, for
every leaving there always a soul that falls
as the heart comes to tear and the soul comes to
break the angels wish to end the soul that call, the day
has widen the entrance to all, while the journey of bells
always ring, the departed soul cried, leaving behind the
heart that mourn, to the heavens reborn
wisdom the heart and let the soul rejoice, the emptiness
have opened to the soul, of the heart that call.... have
mercy oh! my Dear God
poem by Antonio Liao
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Good Poets and Bad Poets
Some poets get awards and think they are good poets.
Some poets never get awards and think they are bad poets.
Some poets think they are good poets only in their own mind
Some poets think they are bad poets in somebody's else mind.
Some poets think they are good poets in somebody else mind.
Some poets think others think they are good poets but they don't in their hearts.
Some poets think they are good poets in their hearts but not in anyone else's mind.
All are insecure, except those who get security from the opinions of others and that, alas, doesn't last and isn't real.
Some poets have left the entire scene and live only in their mind.
Some poets take criticism and don't mind.
Some poets avoid criticism and do mind.
Some poets write poetry to get love.
Some poets love to write poetry.
Some poets are ahead of their time, in their mind
Some poets spend a lifetime feeling like failures in their mind
Some poets live only after they die.
Some poets have much to say but can't articulate
Some poets retreat, believing others don't understand
So which one of these am I?
I guess I am all of these and none of these
and no matter what my description
I intend to keep doing what I do:
Write. Right
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Eloquent Quill
wish the time may change the twine of thane,
oh! wonderful star; the shooting star, please
wait, i want to see you through, touching the
ground and shout
come little voice, the quite moment sings the
Berry tree, as it blew the Cherry blossom leaves
in the midst sky of beautiful morning of Fuji, oh!
please make me strong as the Balboa tree of
Africa, waiting the coming dried season of each
year for you to see, my strong leaves
ink the beautiful feather of quill in your everlasting
heart forever my eloquent mind of today, lay all the
truth the essence of this wonderful memory of
history, alas! it comes again, for this hour leave
something that lead us to remember the passing
horizon of what is yesterday's a far
my words may come again like precious jewels
touching the hair in the forehead of each heart and
it will never be returned to the ground, nay last for
a lifetime to hold in your shinning hands, for it all
will just lost and leave in the foresight of every
man's eyes and capture each soul to nemesis the
spirit of the returns
say the words and it will past, and as you capture
the presence, the beautiful essence of you lives in
your lasting memory of today, live the eloquent
heart and the incense of quill perfume your destiny
i stand my future, spirit of the quill.........
poem by Antonio Liao
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If I Knew What Poets Know
If I knew what poets know,
Would I write a rhyme
Of the buds that never blow
In the summer-time?
Would I sing of golden seeds
Springing up in ironweeds?
And of rain-drops turned to snow,
If I knew what poets know?
Did I know what poets do,
Would I sing a song
Sadder than the pigeon's coo
When the days are long?
Where I found a heart in pain,
I would make it glad again;
And the false should be the true,
Did I know what poets do.
If I knew what poets know,
I would find a theme
Sweeter than the placid flow
Of the fairest dream:
I would sing of love that lives
On the errors it forgives;
And the world would better grow
If I knew what poets know.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Love can Waits
love comes in the contentment of erotic satisfaction
of human expression, underneath human feeling of
love and as it is bounded and join amongst universal
interaction, the heart can wait the soul to hold the
plasmic energy the power to procreate and subdue
the given freedom of existence
rejoice my heart, give the aloha, the shinning
beaches of halos of sacredness to exist, the soil that
sadden the lost and the sky to sing, the acrostic of
sweet sound of songs, as the angel unifying their
voices of praise that love can wait, the passion to
hold every bits and pieces of your heart
urge me my soul to indulge, taste me to ponder and
looks beyond today, and shield my entangle emotion
to see, that goes what my desire to happiness await,
never turn back your face in the reality reflect, push
me back, the dream what i dream of a family of the
future would be
there are chances to choose, the day of today is of
tomorrow to wake, Lou! i stand amidst my certainty
and laugh my urge which my eye is blind, the joy i'll
take last not in a lifetime of my day, humble my heart
the earth that give in the satisfaction of my body,
looses my soul
all my life happiness i desire, the body express of
my heart rejoice, and forget the birth of the hour where
i was reborn, lies the sinned that i commit of which i
was not born
lift me always high in the pedestal, i always weight
in the heaven i adore swift my innermost heart to fly
away my darkest side my human body desire, lead me
until, my soul return in the day to come and i will be
ready to stand in the altar i sing
lead me Lord and take my soul...where i will be ready
to lead my way.....love can wait my God
poem by Antonio Liao
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Unicorn 4
What is known, is known – known gently,
meekly, mildly, sweetly; that’s the experience
that men bring back who’ve seen that creature plain.
But since the unicorn grazes in all our minds and hearts,
each has his image. Poets love to write of that creature
as they picture it; but what of those who met it plain
in forest glade, upon the hills, or white amidst the waves?
It’s said that, then, some poets put away their pens forever or awhile,
despairing that their word-hoard holds no words
that can describe those things invisible which
that creature brings to the mind, when met;
some can no longer give it even a name
as if that very word can seem to falsify.
They’re asked, was it, just, beautiful? – and hesitate,
because what yesterday, was ‘beautiful’ is a different word
today; that creature shows them that a word
means what it does; today, ‘beauty’ has done more in them;
it speaks a unity which is not static – can do all things
as Helen’s beauty, so we’re told, could make a war from peace;
so beauty can make peace from war – as poets prove.
And so, those who’ve seen it plain but wish
to say no word that might be less than truth
find that its subtle magic guides their pen
so that they may write with that same ease
with which that creature lives,
write of any, and of all things.
And all who’ve seen it – who’ve seen it move
within the utter stillness of itself
as never before have they seen a creature move
and hold that in themselves, wish, wordless, to return
to be again in that creature’s still shared self-presence;
the wisest of them finally to find
that it may graze forever in the poet’s mind.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Tears of the Greatest
oh! tears, holy are you who comes to my emptiness, of
where ever I go, you have been the mirror of what I am
true today who brings me tomorrow, and always in my
midst and night stay in my bedside play, until the last
minute of my last day, says a goodbye
you swift my deep slumber, hugging what I feel and
express in your honest tears, where the inner passion
of feeling resemble in my immortal soul, everything
desire the joy and the pain my heart adore
touch me, squeezes and grips my whole heart that grief,
leave me alone in the shadow of the wilderness and hold
me not to accept my triumphant happiness, where every
teardrops tell the meaning of myself, give me the
wisdom to hold the past and the memories that takes so
fast
now that i'm in your side, where do I go from here, where
should my loving feeling subdue when you did come
always to my way, you who have been in the path I’ve go,
believe that you will be with me until it last for a lifetime,
leaving the end of the day and longing to live in the end time
life wait me not, the tears I give it up, take me to live in
your loving mortal eye, will I’ve stay, look I'm always in your
way, sheltering the feeling of what you believe, shows
me of what is life is all about, for in every tears it fall there
is always a call and your heart I know is full
let my tears come and go, I waited you for me to show,
happiness and failure you wanted me to cried, for in every
teardrops you fall my heart leads you know, that my eyes
want you stay in every way I go, for in my journey, my tears
becomes in me……
poem by Antonio Liao
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Only You (Can Make My Heart Sing)
Only you, only you
Only you, only you can make my heart sing
Wasting ‘way days of the past
Wonderin’ where my life would go
So I worried ‘bout tomorrow
In a world so ready to blow
Only you, only you
Only you, only you can make my heart sing
Only you, only you
Only you, only you can make my heart sing
Use to write songs for the deaf
Songs about my pain and strife
Songs of hate and of confusion
Living death while thinking it life
Only you, only you
Only you, only you can make my heart sing
Then you’re holy spirit within me
Taught me truth of today
And what your lovin’ means and why I am here
I’m to serve you with all of my heart with all of my mind through your spirit dear
Only you, only you
Only you, only you can make my heart sing
Now is the time I contend with
Writing every song for you
Praising you for all you have given
Believing in your word of truth
Only you, only you
Only you, only you can make my heart sing
Only you, only you
Only you, only you can make my heart sing
Only you can make my heart sing
Yes, only you can make my heart sing
poem by Will Fiala
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Estonia
(music: marillion lyrics: steve hogarth)
Feeling you shake
Feel your heart break
Thinking if only if only if only if only
And the salt water runs
Through your veins and your bones
Telling you no not this way, not this way, not this way
And you would give anything
Give up everything
Offer your life blood away
For yesterday
No one leaves you
When you live in their heart and mind
And no one dies
They just move to the other side
When were gone
Watch the world simply carry on
We live on laughing and in no pain
Well stay and be happy
With those who have loved us today
Finding the answer its a human obsession
But you might as well talk to the stones and the trees and the sea
Cause nobody knows
And so few can see
Theres only beauty and caring and truth beyond darkness
No one leaves you
When you live in their heart and mind
And we wont understand your grief
Because time is illusion
As this watery world spins around
This timeless sun
Will dry your eyes
And calm your mind
No one leaves you
When you live in their heart and mind
And no one dies
They just move to the other side
Watch the world simply carry on
Its okay, we will stay and be happy
Stay and be happy
With those who have loved us today
Who loved us today
song performed by by Marillion
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As I Began to Love Myself – Self Love Poem
As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering
are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth.
Today, I know, this is “AUTHENTICITY”.
As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody
As I try to force my desires on this person, even though I knew the time
was not right and the person was not ready for it, and even though this
person was me. Today I call it “RESPECT”.
As I began to love myself I stopped craving for a different life,
and I could see that everything that surrounded me was inviting me to grow.
Today I call it “MATURITY”.
As I began to love myself I understood that at any circumstance,
I am in the right place at the right time, and everything happens
at the exactly right moment. So I could be calm.
Today I call it “SELF-CONFIDENCE”.
As I began to love myself I quit steeling my own time,
and I stopped designing huge projects for the future.
Today, I only do what brings me joy and happiness, things I love to do
and that make my heart cheer, and I do them in my own way and in
my own rhythm. Today I call it “SIMPLICITY”.
As I began to love myself I freed myself of anything that is no good for
my health – food, people, things, situations, and everything that drew
me down and away from myself. At first I called this attitude
a healthy egoism. Today I know it is “LOVE OF ONESELF”.
As I began to love myself I quit trying to always be right, and ever since
I was wrong less of the time. Today I discovered that is “MODESTY”.
As I began to love myself I refused to go on living in the past and worry
about the future. Now, I only live for the moment, where EVERYTHING
is happening. Today I live each day, day by day, and I call it “FULFILLMENT”.
As I began to love myself I recognized that my mind can disturb me
and it can make me sick. But As I connected it to my heart, my
mind became a valuable ally. Today I call this
connection “WISDOM OF THE HEART”.
We no longer need to fear arguments, confrontations or any kind of problems
with ourselves or others. Even stars collide, and out of their crashing
new worlds are born. Today I know THAT IS “LIFE”!
poem by Charlie Chaplin
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Color My World
Ohhh no
Everybody needs affection
Looking for a deep connection
So put a little bit of love in my life today
Everybody needs some shelter
Let's spend a little time together
Come into my arms
Let them tell you what I wanna say
Color my world
Draw on my heart
Take a picture of what you think of love
Looks like in your imagination
Write on my soul everything you know
Use every word you ever heard
To color my world
Yeah yeah
I've had enough of not believing
Living life without a meaning
I want something real
And I feel it when I'm next to you
Let's vow to have some love and devotion
Winner to my heart's emotions
Until the very end
It's the place I'm gonna keep you in
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Color my world
Draw on my heart
Take a picture of what you think of love
Looks like in your imagination
Write on my soul everything you know (no no)
Use every word that you ever heard
To color my world
Color my world
Yeah
Let's make a world for you and me yeah
That we're never gonna leave (yeahh)
Color my world (why won't you color my world?)
Draw on my heart (yeahh)
Take a picture of what you think of love
Looks like in your imagination
Write on my soul (write on my soul) everything you know
Use every word you ever heard
To color my world (color my world)
Oooh ooh (oh no no)
Won't you do it?
Won't you color my world?
Oooh ooh (ooh ooh)
Oooh ooh (ooh ooh)
Use every word you ever heard
To color my world
Everybody needs affection
Looking for a deep connection
Ohhh
Color my world
song performed by by Backstreet Boys
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0005 Totally Boring Poem
I’m totally bored by:
poems that sound like other poems
poems that try to sound unlike any other poems
poets who never take risks
poets who think that taking risks
makes them good poets
poems with 'meaning'
poems with no meaning
poets who slag off other poets
as if that achieves something
poets that tell you that rhyme
is not for an age but for all time
poets that tell you that rhyme is outmoded and boring
poets who think that the poetry of 'the past'
is greater than that of 'the present'
poets who think that the poetry of 'the present'
is greater than that of 'the past'
poems that tell you the poet's the first to discover sex
poets that tell you they’re the best sex you’ll ever have
although you’ll never meet them to find out
poets that tell you they’ve been dumped
poets who've never known love and being dumped
poets who are ambitious
poets who are unambitious
poets who tell you all about higher things
poets who reject higher things
poets who think life’s just a joke
poets who think life’s no joke
poets who sit on the fence
poets who have no sense of balance
poets who despise 'the middle ground'
poets who talk about technique
poets with no technique
poets who just throw down their thoughts
poets who 'work up' their poems to a self-satisfied polish
poets who list what they like (who cares?)
poets who list what don’t like (who cares?)
poets who write about extreme states
poets who think they’re immune to extreme states
poets who tell you why they’re bored
poets who have opinions
poets who seem to have no opinions at all
poets who have boring opinions to air - why choose poetry?
poets who comment on others' poems
as if it's the last word
poets who never bother to comment
on others' poems
poets who don't love poetry passionately
poets who tell you they 'love poetry passionately'
poets who – oh I’m too bored to go on reading this,
how about you?
I suppose you have boring opinions too?
another time perhaps
and oh yes I'm most of all bored by
those who waste their precious time on this earth
being bored
well I feel better for that.
how about you?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Please take another vow dear
i have given all your need, i have shared what i have in my life
i prostate myself and swear to God and men to love you tell
beyond death, it is a promise. a covenant. a vow that leads
my life to complete my direction of destiny
giving is just a thing to forget, sharing is but a thing to be taken
loving is something that unite our hearts, it is ochastrated in
our soul, beyond a sounding joy of enchantment in heaven
a threshold to remember, and never be to be closed, a memory of
thy soul that life we taste is abode of expactacular miracle beauty,
a lingering happiness, where an endless joy stay
rejoice my dear, all makes the best for everything, a mirror of what
is life should be, a beginning that always wait for a happy ending,
where all has to continue life in an transcendental process of living
our own life
happiness conquer death, its the beginning of an endless birth of
a new life, and pain is eminent to accept, for seeing with
nothing to feel, my soul leaves but the heart i give lives in your
heart
in your solitude, as you stay, please take another vow, for only you
felt the vacuum cause by my pain, let your heart be strong, and live
life to where you belong
as i go, remember that my heart is only for you, and make the best
to live life, for you and the vow you say ' I do', i may be gone but i
live in your memory that their is only someone that.....loves.......
you most
poem by Antonio Liao
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