Wimp
I needed a man,
Not a wimp like
You, who in times
Of crisis, hides behind
Women, and says:
What can I do? !
(Poem themed on Cowardice)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Best
He knows
He got
The best
From me.
He
Searches it
In other
Women.
He can't
Get it
From
Them.
What a
Pity!
He can't
Come back
To me ;)
(Poem themed on Love)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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No Business Of Ours
How many times have we
turned our back on someone
who needed our help?
Too many times,
we turn our back saying
this is no business of ours.
How many times have we
walked away on someone
who just needed someone there?
Too many times,
we turn a deaf ear
when we should be listening.
How many times have we
done these things?
Too many times and more.
How many times have we
stood by in someone’s crisis,
but never did a thing.
Too many times,
we have never lifted a finger
when we should have stepped in.
One cry heard in the night
and never answered
is just one cry too many.
Cemeteries are too filled with cries
that were no business of ours.
One day we might realise
one voice can defeat an army,
and one outstretched hand of friendship
could reverse all too popular trends,
saving us from saying,
over and over again,
this is no business of ours.
7 February 2011
poem by David Harris
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And If I Write Another Poem?
AND IF I WRITE ANOTHER POEM?
And if I write another poem?
What will it change?
What will it mean?
Another poem and another poem
And another poem-
And in them
Is their one true poem?
Even an old man should not despair so much,
But I do.
God forgive me
For this Cowardice.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Is Man A Winner Or A Loser?
Woman has a poof that the child is hers;
Man has no such proof to claim on the child.
She is cool with the child as identity.
He is desperate for his identity.
Identity crisis has disturbed him.
He invented marriage and chained woman.
He imposed chastity to mark his kids
And introduced patriarchal system.
Identity crisis has troubled him.
He assumed control over women.
He retained the progeny in his name
And made concubines to silence woman.
Identity crisis has worried him.
He bottled woman's skill and built up his.
He grew to be a Scholar. Sculptor and Poet
And assigned to woman the entertaining.
Identity crisis has bothered him.
He treated woman as her property.
He acquired family unfailingly
And labourd for its upkeep and status.
Identity crisis has bored him.
Water as she is, man could not cut her.
Tired of heat outside, man needed a shade
And sheltered himself in woman's coolness.
Woman treated man with due sympathy
With no fight with him for identity.
Her child is enough for her identity.
She helped him to anchor himself in her.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Poem Is Just A Poem
a poem is just a poem and if it is just a poem
it must be just a poem just like another poem
a poem is nothing but just a poem otherwise
it cannot be my poem; it may speak about
anything, or something, or about everything,
but my poem is just a poem just like anybody's
poem, which is just but a poem, like any other
poem, for a poem to be a poem it must just be
a poem: it has nothing to do with my love, and death
my life, or bliss, but as i have told you, once, twice
thrice, eat some rice, and be that wise, a poem is
just a poem, just like your poem. Why do you insist
on asking, what is happening to me? I am not a
poem, for i am but just the composer of the poem,
need i tell you again, that a poem is just a poem?
just like any other poem, which is just a poem
it is just a voice in my head that i have heard
someone comes and speaks and i listen so
this poem is not actually my poem but the poem
of someone else's: theirs not mine, from a mind.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hostage Crisis
Who is a hostage
What is the crisis
Who is there
To solve this.
I am here
In this world
And I am in crisis
It is your world
It is you
Who solve my crisis.
The crisis of
Identification
The crisis of
Beautification
The crisis of
Unification
The crisis of
Liberation.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Crisis King
If youre inclined to complain
It doesnt matter, hes got greater pain
Any crisis takes its toll
Then hell get down, let the bad times roll
Youll never go down fighting
Youll just go down
The crisis king is mighty
In a crisis showdown
The sole provision he needs to live
Is what he can take, hes got nothing
To give
Youll never go down fighting
Youll just go down
The crisis king is mighty
In a crisis showdown
song performed by by Helmet
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This Poem
THIS POEM
This poem
This first poem
This last poem
This poem that invented Poetry
This one and only one poem
This fictional poem
This ideal poem
This perfect poem
This would – be holy poem
This unreal poem
This poem which is not a poem
This poem which is the essence of all poetry
This poem
And that poem
And my poem
And your poem
And all poems
Poem poem poem poem poem
This poem
Mine and yours
This one small poem of so so many
And not such a good poem at all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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On a close-up of Anthony Delius, on his Questions to the Universe
So tell me Anthony you start
your wailing against the gods / God
with the sketch of a man gone mad
who does not know his own integrity
nor if he is in reality either good or bad
and maybe a little bit of both
does not know where he stands in life
if he’s cruel to his kids or letting them run amok
if sex with his wife wedded or not
satisfies her or is she only acting it out
and is he a wimp or what, who wears a pink shirt
and hides behind her skirt?
Could he find any help from a doctor,
minister or priest to mend
or is he in the end only a waste to the human race?
Completely mixed up the anti-hero wants to lurk
in the basement as if looking for a replacement
or to find something in his heart or turn to art
and yet he sees a roving universal eye
looking down from the blue sky
somewhat like that of a colonel or a cat
(most probably a rat (if he’s in the basement)
and I wonder to what army did this nut belong?)
and what answer does he anyway get but none
and he decides that it’s up to himself and no one else.
[References: Questions to the Universe by Anthony Delius. My poem was written in reaction to Anthony Delius’s poem: On a Close-up of Dirk Opperman, on the Jacket of his Komas.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Hidden Poem With In Us
Poetry hinds behind the very tears we shed
It hides in the very pain we feel
It hides deep inside our locked emotions
When you feel confused there a poem hiding with all the answers
Poetry hides in the shadows that follow you around
It hides in the mumbling sound of our depressed voices
it hides in the locked up anger we all have
Poetry hides in the voices in our mind that is put on mute
Poetry hides behind the secrete window in our minds we painted black
But the thing about poetry is that it seems to be playing a game of hide-and-seek
But in reality it just waiting to be unleashed and told
It lies dormant locked up in chains we created our selves
We just got to let it free and let it tell its story
poem by Stephen Merced
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Pleasing
How can I be
Always
Pleasing
To you :)
Are you? !
(Poem themed on Expectation)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Have
When you have
Too much to have
You can’t choose
What you want to
Have ;)
(Poem themed on Buffet)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Flirting
A guy
Keeps
Flirting
With you.
But when you
Say, you can’t
Live without him.
He says, he can
Do without you.
(Poem themed on Deception)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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David Brinkley was an icon of modern broadcast journalism, a brilliant writer who could say in a few words what the country needed to hear during times of crisis, tragedy and triumph.
quote by Tom Brokaw
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Poem.
I do not like the silly poem,
I do not like the angsty poem,
I do not like the ridiculous poem,
I do not like the damned poem,
I do not like the cheesy poem,
I do not like the random poem,
Or the epic poem,
Or the dandy poem,
Or the long poem,
Or the short poem,
Or the stupid poem,
Or the rude poem,
Or the useless poem,
Or the wordless poem,
Or the poem poem,
Or the poem poem's daughter,
Or the word, Poem,
I like the story.
poem by Aisha Patterson
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Poem.
I do not like the silly poem,
I do not like the angsty poem,
I do not like the ridiculous poem,
I do not like the damned poem,
I do not like the cheesy poem,
I do not like the random poem,
Or the epic poem,
Or the dandy poem,
Or the long poem,
Or the short poem,
Or the stupid poem,
Or the rude poem,
Or the useless poem,
Or the wordless poem,
Or the poem poem,
Or the poem poem's daughter,
Or the word, Poem,
I like the story.
poem by David Carter
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Conversation
Between
Him and
Me, only
Sex talks.
Love is a
Silent -
Brooder.
(Poem themed on Observation)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Love
Next time
You tell me
That you
Love me.
I won't
Believe it
Till you
Prove it
To me.
(Poem themed on Distrust)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Enjoyment
She’s seeing
Fireworks -
Through the
Window.
I’m seeing
Sparklers -
In her eyes!
(Poem themed on Perception)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Hubby
Hubby is someone
With whom you can
Talk about everything.
Yeah, almost everything
Except the other men
In your life ;)
(Poem themed on Mischief)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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