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One Almost Might

Wouldn't you say,
Wouldn't you say: one day,
With a little more time or a little more patience, one might
Disentangle for separate, deliberate, slow delight
One of the moment's hundred strands, unfray
Beginnings from endings, this from that, survey
Say a square inch of the ground one stands on, touch
Part of oneself or a leaf or a sound (not clutch
Or cuff or bruise but touch with finger-tip, ear-
Tip, eyetip, creeping near yet not too near);
Might take up life and lay it on one's palm
And, encircling it in closeness, warmth and calm,
Let it lie still, then stir smooth-softly, and
Tendril by tendril unfold, there on one's hand ...

One might examine eternity's cross-section
For a second, with slightly more patience, more time for reflection?

Submitted by Stephen Fryer

poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
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A Virtue Well Tested

'Patience, my child'
said with a loving touch
to calm the little one's restlessness,
that time is not moving quite fast enough

'Patience, my child'
said with a time tested grin
to teach another of time's leisureliness,
that eventually, life will begin

'Patience, my child'
said with a knowing heart
to mend the young one of their brokeness,
that one day, love will start

'Patience, my child'
said with much sympathy
to give insight to life's wretchedness,
that Providence remains almighty

'Patience, my child'
said to a tired heart and mind
to soothe the pain of his lonliness,
that soon Rest he will find

poem by Katherine Rhodes
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The First Time You Denied My Touch

The first time you denied my touch...
I knew it was getting closer to over,
For us.
The first time you denied my touch...
Our relationship had ran out of 'fizz'.
What did it?

Did you know I was just expecting sex without love?
Then when I'm done,
I'm gone?

You knew that!
You had to.
I was taking you for granted,
And this you knew!

The first time you denied my touch...
It was me.
Not you.
And I knew it too well!

The first time you denied my touch.
I felt an ache slowly creeping up inside,
Of me.
I tried to breathe soft and slow,
So you wouldn't know it.

The first time you denied my touch.
My tears came to fall.
And that was not easy....
Faking a rest,
After a grueling crawl.

'Thank you.
But no...
I am not preparing for the Olympics.
I'm just laying here to meditate on the ground,
For a moment.'

The first time you denied my touch.
Love was not there to respond.

The first time you denied my touch,
I knew you felt it too inside...
I was gone!
And I knew it then,
I had been gone too long!

Too long for you to deny me,
Of what's mine!

'EXCUSE ME?
Repeat that! '

The first time you denied my touch...
I knew it was getting closer to over,
For us.
The first time you denied my touch...
Our relationship had ran out of 'fizz'.
What did it?

Did you know I was just expecting sex without love?
Then when I'm done,
I'm gone?

'That's not what you said.
But you're getting to the point.
I'm in the bed and going to sleep.
What you do with your needs,
That's up to you.'

We just need time to get our booty better!

'EXCUSE ME?
Repeat that! '

The first time you denied my touch,
I knew you felt it too inside...
I was gone!
And I knew it then,
I had been gone too long!

Too long for you to deny me,
Of what's mine!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At This Moment Of My Life

at this moment of my life
there is nothing to prove

nothing to build anymore
all beginnings have found
their sought endings

there is nothing to see
everything have seen what
they ought to see

there is nothing to feel
everything had been felt before

there is nothing to fear
everything is so near
there is something to touch
it is light it is fire.
it is at the tip of my finger
it stays on my tongue
and my heart keeps on singing

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Man's best companion

Patience is the greatest weapon of man
By exercising patience
Every enduring task is accomplished
Patience is a kind of worship
It is a great service to God
When everyone deserts him
It is his patience that stands by him
In happiness patience prevents him From going astray
In his sorrow patience saves him
From being rigid to God
Patience is his best companion
Through thick and thin.

poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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If This Was Not For You

If this was not for you,
I wouldn't take the time.
I'm sure I can find other things to do.
If this was not for you.

If this was not for you,
I don't think I'd be sitting with this patience.
Wanting to achieve what I believe,
You would approve.
If this was not for you,
I would not bother...
To listen to my heart like this.

It has been too long I've wanted someone like you.
Someone with finesse and attitude.
Direct and yet aggressive.
Optimistically objective...
Without getting upset.
With the very best of me...
There for you 'if' you do!

If this was not for you,
I wouldn't take the time.
And you wouldn't know this,
Is something from my heart!
Something that is mine to give...
And deliver to you as is!

I'm sure I can find other things to do.
If this was not for you....
The moment this was started.
You have to know that's true.
My feelings for you would have long departed.
From a passing fantasy into the emptiness,
Of forgotten thoughts.

If this was not for you,
You would not make time...
Stand still in my mind!
Nor will I seek to find it

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Man In The Bowler Hat

I am the unnoticed, the unnoticable man:
The man who sat on your right in the morning train:
The man who looked through like a windowpane:
The man who was the colour of the carriage, the colour of the mounting
Morning pipe smoke.
I am the man too busy with a living to live,
Too hurried and worried to see and smell and touch:
The man who is patient too long and obeys too much
And wishes too softly and seldom.

I am the man they call the nation's backbone,
Who am boneless - playable castgut, pliable clay:
The Man they label Little lest one day
I dare to grow.

I am the rails on which the moment passes,
The megaphone for many words and voices:
I am the graph diagram,
Composite face.

I am the led, the easily-fed,
The tool, the not-quite-fool,
The would-be-safe-and-sound,
The uncomplaining, bound,
The dust fine-ground,
Stone-for-a-statue waveworn pebble-round

Submitted by Stephen Fryer

poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
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Patience Rules

I am told that idea rules the world
The real ruler is patience
Patience owns the plannet
The child of patience is idea
Without patience idea is aborted

Patience rules the world
Patience is gradual and steady
Yet it always leads to victory
Although the snail has neither hand nor leg
Patiently its destinations are reached

Nothing can be attained without patience
It is with patience
That snake climbs coconut trees
An ant invested firewood
Is fetched vide patience

Patience is profitable
Whatever you desire in life
Let patience be your watchword
Only the patient can milk lionness
Kingship is attained through patience
Royal crown is perfectly fitted by it

Hurray! patience is the champion
Patience is it!

poem by Babatunde Aremu
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Touching

She has a four inch scar-
vertical-
from above her navel,
to her almost there.

Slightly raised
it has it's smooth parts
and its bumpy parts
which I feel most nights;

each time wondering if
the bumpy will get smooth
or the smooth bumpier.

It at times
seems to signify
her good half
and her better half.

She doesn't notice
since I touch it so often
like a nightly ritual.

It must soothing to her;
she doesn't protest.

'Thanks Dear' she most often says.
I imagine
she imagines
this is our way
of staying in touch
and I feel her
in this.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Earthfast

Architects plant their imagination, weld their poems on rock,
Clamp them to the skidding rim of the world and anchor them down to its core;
Leave more than the painter's or poet's snail-bright trail on a friable leaf;
Can build their chrysalis round them - stand in their sculpture's belly.

They see through stone, they cage and partition air, they cross-rig space
With footholds, planks for a dance; yet their maze, their flying trapeze
Is pinned to the centre. They write their euclidean music standing
With a hand on a cornice of cloud, themselves set fast, earth-square.

Submitted by Stephen Fryer

poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
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Dont Let Go

Words and music: mike reno, brian macleod
Does anybody out there
Ever want to stand up
And shout it out
Tired of going nowhere fast
Gotta turn your world about
You know you have to keep on tryin
Cause sooner or later
You get what you want
Show em what youre made of
Ohh, its just a matter of time
So tell me can you feel it
Can you touch it
If you feel it in the palm of your hand
Dont let go
Aint it funny how the gross looks greener
On the other side of town
Dont you ever get tired of feelin
Like the whole world is bringing you down
Nows the time to get things movin
Follow what youre feelin
Prove that you can do it
Show what you believe in
Ohh, its just a matter of time
Tell me, can you feel if
Can you touch it
If you feel it in the palm of your hand
Dont let go
Tell me, can you feel if
Con you touch it
If you feel it in the palm of your hand
Dont let go
I know where you con get it
If anybody wants if
I know if made you feel so right
All you gotta do is stand up and be counted
Show me that youre out there tonight
Can you feel it
Can you touch if
If you feel it in the palm of your hand
Dont let go
Come on
Can you feel it
Can you touch it
If you feel it in the palm of your hand
Dont let go
Tell me, can you feel it
Can you touch it
If you feel it in the palm of your hand
Baby, dont let go
Dont let go
Dont let go
Dont let go
If you feel it in the palm of your hand

song performed by by Loverboy
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Patience (Live)

Was a time when I wasn't sure
But you set my mind at ease
There is no doubt
You're in my heart now
Said, woman, take it slow
It'll work itself out fine
You and I've got what it takes to make it
Said, woman, take it slow
and no no no no no
You and I got just a little patience
I sit here on the stairs
'Cause I'd rather be alone
If I can't have you right now
I'll wait, dear
Sometimes I get so tense
But I can't speed up the time
But you know, love
There's one more thing to consider
Said, woman, take it slow
And the lights are shinning bright
You no no no no no no ah baby
Said, woman, take it slow
It'll work itself out fine
All we need is just a little patience
-I wanna try and see if I can do this solo
Just a little patience, yeah
Some more patience, yeah
-Goes like this, it goes like this...
I BEEN WALKIN' THE STREETS AT NIGHT
JUST TRYIN' TO GET IT RIGHT
HARD TO SEE WITH SO MANY AROUND
YOU KNOW I DON'T LIKE
BEING STUCK IN THE CROWD
AND THE STREETS DON'T CHANGE
BUT BABY THE NAME
I AIN'T GOT TIME FOR THE GAME
'CAUSE I NEED YOU
YEAH, WELL I NEED YOU
OO, WELL I NEED YOU
OO, I NEED YOU
OO, ALL THIS TIME

song performed by by John Mayer
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Sonnet: A Bit of Patience

A bit of patience works out miracles;
A bit of patience puts off arguments;
A bit of patience problems well tackles;
A bit of patience preserves monuments.

A bit of patience can avoid hatred;
A bit of patience cools one’s anger off;
A bit of patience marks well good kindred;
A bit of patience makes many to laugh.

A bit of patience keeps good friends at peace;
A bit of patience can avoid big wars;
A bit of patience can jealousy cease;
A bit of patience can avoid big scars.

A bit of patience gives good advantage;
A bit of patience is good heritage.

poem by John Celes
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Nursery Rhyme For A Twenty-First Birthday

You cannot see the walls that divide your hand
From his or hers or mine when you think you touch it.

You cannot see the walls because they are glass,
And glass is nothing until you try to pass it.

Beat on it if you like, but not too hard,
For glass will break you even while you break it.

Shout, and the sound will be broken and driven backwards,
For glass, though clear as water, is deaf as granite.

This fraudulent inhibition is cunning: wise men
Content themselves with breathing patterns on it.

Submitted by Stephen Fryer

poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
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I've Seen Enough To Know

I know it was pretty strange timing and maybe the odds were bad
We were awkward as a couple of left-footed dancers, baby we were
pretty sad
You tried to tell me that it just wouldn't work
Your heart was too far gone
And it might have been easier to leave you alone
I've seen enough to know, a heart worth savin'
Enough to know, a chance worth takin'
Even though you're tryin' not to let it show
There's a part of you that's dyin', dyin' to let go
And I've seen enough to know, I've seen enough to know
There's a light in your eys and a warmth to your touch that wasn't there
yesterday
And there's a crack in the wall that you've built around your heart
And it's startin' to give way
It's taken time, it's taken patience waiting in the dark
But my intuitions been right on the money so far
CHORUS
Now there's signs of life and there's signs of hope
Signs of a real love starting to grow
Even though you're tryin' not to let it show
There's a part of you that's dyin', dyin' to let go
I've seen enought to know, I've seen enough to know
You know it's startin' to show, I've seen enough to know

song performed by by Pam Tillis
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On Being Patient

Patient persons seldom lose;
Winning always seems their forte;
Time may not be on their side;
But in life, there’s no defeat!

Patience is a virtuous trait –
Key to success in all fields;
Though the odds are very great,
God is always on their side!

Patience makes a brave heart calm;
Tussles end in glorious ways;
Struggles seem simply trivial;
Battles end victoriously!

Patient men can earn a lot;
Patience gives an edge to all;
Patience turns the tide of things;
Patience brings expected ends.

Patience fountain rises high,
Baffling people’s minds and hearts;
Patience comes by sustained toil,
Bringing cheers to all who seek!

A patient soul unnerves foes;
None can take him for granted;
Life is rosy till the end;
Charm of patience grows always!

poem by John Celes
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An Old Man Should Have Patience

AN OLD MAN SHOULD HAVE PATIENCE

An old man should have patience
And walk slowly and stop to rest.

An old man should have patience
And when the pain stops
Take a few more small steps.

An old man should have patience:

Time has come and Time will go
And Time will be here
When he gets home.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Every Single Sound I Listen To; Patience.

Asphyxiated with filthy airs and warmth.
Not knowing and unable to recognize freshness no longer.
Every single day and night..
Smothered by pungent consisting filth and warmth.
Every single day and night.
Engulfed by the filthy filth surrounding my space between anxiety and worries.
Every single day and night.
Adding up to hopeless believing.
Beliefs in oneself to stay strong to survive.
Every single day and night.
Irony, irony, irony.
Nothing comes nothing goes.
Everything comes, nothing left.
Every single day and night, it attacks.
With such might i didnt possess which i wish i did.
Trying to calm my tears rather than my nerves.
Calming my tears and holding back my nerves.
Holding back my tears and calming my nerves.
Calming those tears and holding back my nerves.
Holding back my tears and calming my nerves down.
Deprived.distort.discontinoushit.
Eve ry single day and night.
Patience rooted deep in my head.
Rooted deep in my brain; patience.
Patience in this brain for this filth i breathe.
Patience in this brain excites this filth and triggers the angst.
Every single day and night.
Wisdom to enrich intelligence.
Wisdom to empower failure of being cheated.
Cheated over the matter of time.
Patience once again present for the time.
Every single day and night.
Distracted by comfort of souls.
Closely souls in my heart and in my eyes.
Converse vivaciously.
Souls that lingers almost 20 hours of my time.
Every single day and night.
Every single day and night.
Every single day of nights' day.
Patience.
Pays off.
Every single time.

poem by NurWilmy Francis
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Just The Way Im Feeling

Love in, love out,
Find the feeling
Scream in, scream out,
Time for healing
You feel the moments gone too soon,
Youre watching clouds come over you.
Torn in two,
You close your eyes for some place new,
Torn in two
And I feel its going down,
Ten feet below the ground,
Im waiting for your healing hand,
One touch could bring me round
I feel were going down,
Ten feet below the ground,
Its just the way Im feeling.
Glow in, burn out,
Lost the feeling
Bruise in, you bruise out,
Nurse the bleeding
Torn in two,
Each time we bruise
And I feel its going down,
Ten feet below the ground,
Im waiting for your healing hand,
One touch could bring me round
I feel were going down,
Ten feet below the ground,
Its just the way Im feeling.
Yeah yeah, its just the way Im feeling.
Two different views,
As words confuse and break
I cant get out,
Theres no way out of here,
I cant get clear.
Love in, love out,
Find the feeling.
And I feel its going down,
Ten feet below the ground,
Im waiting for your healing hand,
One touch could bring me round
I feel were going down,
Ten feet below the ground,
Its just the way Im feeling.
Yeah yeah, its just the way Im feeling.
Yeah yeah, its just the way Im feeling.
Yeah yeah, its just the way Im feeling.
Yeah yeah, its just the way Im feeling.

song performed by by Feeder
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Come Back Around

Love in, love out,
Find the feeling
Scream in, scream out,
Time for healing
You feel the moments gone too soon,
Youre watching clouds come over you.
Torn in two,
You close your eyes for some place new,
Torn in two
And I feel its going down,
Ten feet below the ground,
Im waiting for your healing hand,
One touch could bring me round
I feel were going down,
Ten feet below the ground,
Its just the way Im feeling.
Glow in, burn out,
Lost the feeling
Bruise in, you bruise out,
Nurse the bleeding
Torn in two,
Each time we bruise
And I feel its going down,
Ten feet below the ground,
Im waiting for your healing hand,
One touch could bring me round
I feel were going down,
Ten feet below the ground,
Its just the way Im feeling.
Yeah yeah, its just the way Im feeling.
Two different views,
As words confuse and break
I cant get out,
Theres no way out of here,
I cant get clear.
Love in, love out,
Find the feeling.
And I feel its going down,
Ten feet below the ground,
Im waiting for your healing hand,
One touch could bring me round
I feel were going down,
Ten feet below the ground,
Its just the way Im feeling.
Yeah yeah, its just the way Im feeling.
Yeah yeah, its just the way Im feeling.
Yeah yeah, its just the way Im feeling.
Yeah yeah, its just the way Im feeling.

song performed by by Feeder
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Night Piece

Climb, claim your shelf-room, far
Packed from inquisitive moon
And cold contagious stars.

Lean out, but look no longer,
No further, than to stir
Night with extended finger.

Now fill the box with light,
Flood full the shining block,
Masonry against night.

Let window, curtain, blind
Soft-sieve and sift and shred
The impertinence of sound.

Now draw the silence up,
A blanket round your ears;
Lay darkness close and sure,
Inverted cup to cup
On your acquiescent eyes:
Dismissing body's last outposted spies.

Submitted by Stephen Fryer

poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
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