The leech
A leech sucked up blood
From my body until I
Poured some salt on it
poem by Asif Andalib
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It Is A Leech
A leech feeding,
Could care less off of what it feeds.
It is a leech.
Feeding to satisfy its own need.
To do what it pleases...
Eat to feed itself to then move on.
And anyone observing a leech in action,
Is not going to convince that leech to share.
The awareness of the leech doing that is not there.
A leech feeding,
Could care less off of what it feeds.
It is a leech.
Feeding to satisfy its own need.
To do what it pleases...
Eat to feed itself to then move on.
It is a leech!
Born and taught to exist for what it is!
It is not a care provider.
Or a nourishing vegetable,
Loaded with beneficial vitamins...
Benefiting the mind and physical wellbeing of mankind.
No,
It is not!
It is a leech.
That's it.
Defined by its own circumstances.
And programmed to identify,
What it has to do to survive.
And once it knows what it is,
It is not going to be anything else.
No matter how lengthy the therapy sessions.
Or the sacrifices others make...
When the activities of the leech begins to become outsourced.
A leech is a leech!
Nothing more.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Taking Liberties
Freedom of speech,
Sucked by a leech.
By ‘our' own Government,
Guilty until proven innocent.
No right to protest,
Warned of arrest.
Passing each ‘terrorism' act,
Eroding our rights, it's fact.!
poem by Guy Lipmore
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Me And The Sea
do not expect me to wear
a G-string when i decide to take my swim
i always go naked.
I like always to feel the sea
all over my body
i plunge myself
and feel the nakedness of the sea
too
it's water all over me
all around me
naked sea to my naked body
you know how it feels
it feels like the way we do it
you are the sea
and i am a body
you are a body
and i am the sea
so simple and yet
what a bliss
naked, deep, blue, watery
wet, slippery, salty,
sweat mixed with the salt of the sea
two naked bodies
feeling
salt, earth, sand, fire
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Do This With That As a Skill
His ability to leech.
And do this to reach heights...
Is remarkable.
And to do this with that as a skill,
Is phenomenal.
He should live to leech forever.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today... 'Living Bread
The Living Bread came from heaven
down upon earth to dwell
That we might eat of Him and live
and thus be saved from hell.
To taste and see that the Lord was good
I went to Calvary.
Saw Jesus on that cross of wood
broken there for me.
Your body was broken
and Your blood poured
I was forgiven
Thank You Lord.
******
In Your banqueting house I stayed
on the table I could see
The Bread and the wine had been laid
Speaking such love to me
Bread was broken
the wine was poured
I stand forgiven
Thank You Lord
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Parasite
you must be a good man
you still smile
as the leech sucks your blood
and it is bloating
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Heart is Full
My heart is full.
It has drowned in the despair.
My eyes leak what is left over of my heart’s tears.
The endless river flowing under my skin
Pulsing with life yet not quite alive
The seed that has been protected, is slowly being put out.
Being sucked along in this flood that comes from the pain the heart bleeds.
Will my heart die?
Can it survive, this island of despair?
As my spirit lies crumpled on the floor of this collapsing island
Hateful words swimming around like sharks in a pool of innocent blood, my blood.
Will my mind be able to reach the spirit in time?
To pull it up and lock it away till the time is better?
What will happen?
I’m anxious to know
The island can hardly hold the limp body
The body that does not want to live
Yet is afraid to die
What will happen?
I’m anxious to know
poem by Corina Vitale
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Casualties
Vigilance once tempered in solitude--
Brazen honed in strife--
Casualties of demonic spawns---
Slice bitter with the knife;
Courting most bitter favor...
In twilights very last hurrah...
Glimpses of the dusks arrival-
With open wounds that are raw;
Salt is poured in liberally...
As the blood flows ever free...
Consequences of impending death...
Shall echo throughout all eternity!
Underneath The Umbrella
1974-2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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The Blood That Moves The Body
(pal waaktaar)
Its the way we feel
Tonight
As if its all unreal
All right
My love, wont you come back to
Our love, you know Ill react to
The blood that moves my body
Now covers the ground
The blood that moves the body
The blood that moves the body
Theres nowhere to go
Tonight
Lend some warmth to our cold
And lonely lives
Red stains on eyes of a blue dog
My pains fade as the interiors fog
The blood that moves my body
Now colours the ground
The blood that moves the body
The blood that moves the body
Not long ago
It hurt us so
A tremble through our lives
The love and care...
The way we were
Lost its way at nights
Its the way we feel
Tonight
Lend some warmth to our cold
And lonely lives
My love, wont you come back to
Our love, you know well react to
The blood that moved our bodies
Now covers the ground...
Now covers the ground
The blood that moves the body
The blood that moves the body
song performed by by A-Ha
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Body Conscious
The human body
Is a precision instrument
How do you play your instrument?
Do you only seek to gratify the taste buds?
By eating large amounts of fat, salt and sugar?
Instead of what your body needs and asks for?
“How do I know what my body needs? ”
By becoming body conscious
By making sweet music
Of good health
poem by Ray Lucero
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The Mermaid (Quatern Poetry)
In the Red Sea, you were my lonely king of salt,
You were my beautiful statue made of basalt.
On the sea shore, dominating the yellow land,
You were my statue representing the king of sand.
Your body was looking as it was tattooed with smalt.
In the Red Sea, you were my lonely king of salt.
At the water high waves' mobile horizon
I was a mermaid, caught in your love's prison.
I swam to the surface, sometimes, to see you.
You were on your ship, at the dawn's purplish blue.
In the Red Sea, you were my lonely king of salt.
I had your beautiful statue, made of basalt.
I paid to get rid off my tail and to become a woman,
Because I wanted you to be my lover and my man.
You disappeared and your wreck was anchored in Galt,
In the Red Sea, you’re my lonely king of salt.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Of Course It Hurts!
Of course it hurts!
What pain inflicted doesn't?
The blood stipened from veins
Is the same that is sucked from Mother Earth.
Don't you think that does not hurt.
And She is here bleeding.
While we trash and polluted the dirt...
Until it becomes worthless!
Of course it hurts.
To have creatures leech,
And kill themselves.
To have scientists experiment,
Fusing and abusing the normalcy of cells.
To invent diseases and attempt to find cures.
There is not much more,
Mother Nature will endure.
Of course it hurts.
To witness a demonicness increase.
To have what wa design...
To find a decrease i harmony and peace.
To have chaos and distruction,
Produced by a few.
To manipulate and control...
Until they are destroyed too!
Of course it hurts!
But those who believe what they will achieve,
And produce success!
Are victimizing all of life.
To conquer under duress...
A shame they can not undo!
Of course it hurts!
Some haven't felt it...yet!
Like so many who continue to suffer!
As those mindless do what they choose!
And of course,
This abusive inducement to seduce,
With confusion infused...
Hurts!
No one here is indulging,
Under their exclusive influence...
Of a localized anesthetic!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Go To Sleep
Something for the rag and bone man
Over my dead body
Something big is gonna happen
Over my dead body
Someone saw someone's daughter
Over my dead body
This is how I get sucked in
Over my dead body
I'm gonna go to sleep
And let this wash all over me
We don't really want a monster taking over
Tip toe around tie them down
We don't want the loonies takin' over
Tip toe around tie them down
May pretty horses
Come to you as you sleep
I'm not gonna to sleep
And let this wash over me
song performed by by Radiohead
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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In Truth
we are not the clothes we wear,
but the body that fills the clothes.
we are not the body we have,
but the blood that enlivens the body.
we are not the blood coarsing through,
but the breath that feeds the blood.
we are not the breath we breathe in,
but the breath we breathe out,
and nothing more!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Tast malt
Salt is
more in food
Asalt the food...
Salt is
Low in food
Tung out...!
Salt is salt
Tasty malt...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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A Long Term Memory I Have
A Long Term memory I have
Holding tons of shocking stories
Inside my heart
A long term memory I have
The memories of poison and blood I have
Running inside me
A long term memory I have
The memories that holds
Some faces of blood eating
Monsters that lives near my heart
A long term memories
Of hate and hating
Myself
A black heart I have
Pumping poison into my body
Restlessly every time
All the happiness is sucked by
A blackhole of bad memories
All the love is vanished by
A tornado of hate and loneliness
All I have now is
Memories of
poem by Shyama Mohapatra
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Leech and the Crew cut Hypocrite
His pet is a leech well-being,
Lives in his hidden pocket
And it goes to Parliament with him.
It listens to the country’s laws.
This parasitic living is a great help to the Minister
As the parasite purifies his blood
And he dreams of a welfare state.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I broke the bread with You today
I broke the bread with You today
and was at a loss at what to say.
For You had born all of my disgrace
when You hung on the cross in my place.
I drank the wine with You today
and was at a loss at what to say.
For Your blood had been poured out for me
when You gave your life at Calvary.
For You poured out Your life in death
Saving my soul with Your final breath
Cried out aloud 'Father Forgive'
And gave your life that I might live.
One Egg
gOt but one egg
more
the broken shell
who can repair it?
gOt one egg still
and it will be for yOu
you may suck it again
like the way you sucked my being
last hOt night
i am sucked and i give it all
i am empty and i am full
one egg lies on the plate
and you still want it raw
slipping so smoothly in your throat
like a slimy
kind of lOve enjoyed by secret fools
like us...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sometimes the Sky's Too Bright
Sometimes the sky's too bright,
Or has too many clouds or birds,
And far away's too sharp a sun
To nourish thinking of him.
Why is my hand too blunt
To cut in front of me
My horrid images for me,
Of over-fruitful smiles,
The weightless touching of the lip
I wish to know
I cannot lift, but can,
The creature with the angel's face
Who tells me hurt,
And sees my body go
Down into misery?
No stopping. Put the smile
Where tears have come to dry.
The angel's hurt is left;
His telling burns.
Sometimes a woman's heart has salt,
Or too much blood;
I tear her breast,
And see the blood is mine,
Flowing from her, but mine,
And then I think
Perhaps the sky's too bright;
And watch my hand,
But do not follow it,
And feel the pain it gives,
But do not ache.
poem by Dylan Thomas
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