Tea Talk
'Excuse me if I sit on you,' the cup said to the saucer.
'I fear I've been here all the afternoon.'
'Spare excuses,' said the saucer; 'you have sat on me before, sir.'
'Oh, I'll stir him up directly,' said the spoon.
'Stop your clatter! Stop your clatter!' cried the bread-and-butter platter
'Tittle-tattle!' sneered the tea-pot, with a shrug;
'Now, the most important question is my chronic indigestion.'
'Ah, you've taken too much tannin,' jeered the jug.
'Hey, hey, hey!' sang the silver-plated tray,
'It's time you had your faces washed. I've come to clear away!'
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Position
We are not here to stop
With the Bow wow wow
Of the dog on the road.
We are not here to stop
To watch the lily
And wash our face fully.
We are not here to clamour
We are not here to clatter
Our position better and we
Are perfect and clear.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Things Do Not Seem To Be Them After A Careful Seeing
a spoon
and a fork and they seem to appear
with food on a silver platter
when we talk we talk like poets now
after years
a spoon is no longer just a spoon
and neither is the fork
and neither is the food the food that we
eat on the table
and neither is the silver platter a mere
silver platter as it seems to be
for a spoon may be me and i may also be
a tongue and i could be a tongue to your
fork, a protrusion that stabs me like a knife
and the silver platter could be our mind
a garden where we put every seed
and the table and the cloth that covers it
with leaves and flowers
myabe our worlds, covered and uncovered
with some intricate designs
this could be our world now. a world of poems
where everything is a roll of sensitive skin
a mind so fertile with its array of metaphors
and similes and
exaggerations, and these make us so happy
we tiptoe, we choose the word, we equate
every object to a meaning, we dance to a lot
of its nuances, and then we touch and then
we are so silent. we choose not to hurt.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cling & Clatter
Too many voices
It wont take long
Which ones right
Which ones wrong
Yours is most likely to be misunderstood
Screaming in tongues on the top of my lungs
til I find you
til you found me
Somehow I always knew that you would
And I am contemplating matters
All this cling and clatter
In my head, and what you said is ringing,
Ringing faster
And its all good if you would
Stop the world from making sense
And if I could
Just realize it doesnt really matter,
It doesnt really matter
It doesnt really matter
If I could touch the sound of silence
Now you know I would if I knew
How to make these intentions come around
Im hearing without listening
And believing every word you are not saying
Speaking without a sound
When I am contemplating matters
All this cling and clatter
In my head, and what you said is ringing,
Ringing faster
And its all good if you would
Stop the world from making sense
And if I could just realize it doesnt really matter,
It doesnt really matter
It doesnt really matter
Trapped inside of these four walls
Walking brainless muppet dolls
Mushroom face beneath the tangles
Bleeding silhouette inside
Dancing like an angel would
And its all good if you would
Stop the world from making sense
And if I could just realize it doesnt really matter,
It doesnt really matter
It doesnt really matter
And its all good if you would
Stop the world from making sense
And if I could just realize it doesnt really matter,
It doesnt really matter
All this cling and clatter
song performed by by Lifehouse
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Thing In Itself
a white chicken
egg
on top of porcelain
saucer
beside
a silver spoon
the mahogany table is
one legged
with a big
round base keeping it
balanced
amidst this elliptical space
up the ceiling
is a round 220 bulb
lending light
to the room
the white egg stands
like a zero
above a underline
we let our gaze
stroll at the bridge
of our nose
we listen
how these things in themselves
relate to us
without words.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Afternoon Poem
it is all coffee without cream
no sugar, you say please, no sugar no cream
it is all about cold bread
nothing electrifying
unlike the softness of the arms of the beloved
it is about the coldness of bread
and the hotness of coffee
less the cream and the sugar
nothing sweet really
you guess it: there is something bitter
not from the water (for why should water be bitter?)
not from the cup (is there such a cup which has a bitter taste?)
guess further: you are wrong.
it is bitter, it is really bitter.
it comes from the heart. Not from the saucer
or the spoon.
it is the heart that is bitter. do not attempt
tasting it.
it can be toxic because it is mine.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stop Giving Them a Reason
We're running on low.
Low
Low
Low.
We're running on desperateness,
And fear
That has to end.
We're running on low.
Low
Low
Low.
We're running on desperateness,
And fear
That has to end.
We've got to stop excuses.
Stop feeding crime to police.
Stop giving them a reason,
To use a gun!
We've got to stop excuses.
Stop feeding crime to police.
Stop giving them a reason,
To use a gun!
We're running on low.
Low
Low
Low.
We're running on desperateness,
And fear
That has to end.
We're running on low.
Low
Low
Low.
We're running on desperateness,
And fear
That has to end.
We've got to stop excuses.
To use a gun!
We've got to stop excuses.
To use a gun!
We've got to stop excuses.
Stop feeding crime to police.
Stop giving them a reason,
To use a gun!
We're running on low.
Low
Low
Low.
We're running on desperateness,
And fear
That has to end.
We're running on low.
Low
Low
Low.
We're running on desperateness,
And fear
That has to end.
We've got to stop excuses.
To use a gun!
We've got to stop excuses.
To use a gun!
We've got to stop excuses.
Stop feeding crime to police.
Stop giving them a reason...
To use a gun!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Afternoons In Utopia
Acrobats and comets floating by so fast
Childrens faces smile like suns at last
Lilac butterflies are cruising without fear
All inviting you to stay and rest here
You can halt your car for an afternoon in utopia
We shall stop the wars on those afternoons in utopia
Mighty mao moondog drifts across the grass
Healing lullabies for easter time on mars
Paint your hats and shoues with flowers and with stars
Singing in metropolitan operas
You can halt your car for an afternoon in utopia
We shall stop the wars on those afternoons in utopia
song performed by by Alphaville
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Stop Me
I was weak and I was blind
You know I never ever wanted to put
Our love on the light
You were right, and I was wrong
I should have listened to the words
You said
But I was too headstrong
So if youve heard this all before
Dont let me carry on no more
Stop me, stop me if you think youve
Heard this one, this one
Stop me, stop me if you think youve
Heard this one
Stop me, stop me if you think youve
Heard this one, this one
Stop me, stop me, stop me
You said I lied, you said I cried
But I had to say something fast in case
You threw me aside
I didnt know, I couldnt guess
If I only would have known I never
Would have been in this mess
But if youve heard this all before
Dont let me carry on no more
Stop me, stop me if you think youve
Heard this one, this one
Stop me, stop me if you think youve
Heard this one
Stop me, stop me if you think youve
Heard this one, this one
Stop me, stop me, stop me
But if youve heard this all before
Dont let me carry on no more
Stop me, stop me if you think youve
Heard this one, this one
Stop me, stop me if you think youve
Heard this one
Stop me, stop me if you think youve
Heard this one, this one
Stop me if you think youve
Heard this one, this one
Stop me if you think youve
Heard this one, this one
song performed by by Donna Summer
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Life Is As Simple And Enjoyable As Sipping Coffee Early Morning And Enjoying The Scenery Of A Rustic Place
alright,
we simplify this
it is early morning
they have not awakened yet
the house is very peaceful
the windows are closed still
and the doors too
alright
stand, walk towards the window
open all of them
let the cold air come in
then walk towards the door
unlock it
and open it too and then
let the cold air
come in
you want coffee?
go to the kitchen
take a spoon a cup and saucer and
take sugar and coffee and
hot water
you know what to do, right?
feel at home
this is your home
now take your time
sit on a chair
face the trees
stir your coffee
feel it hot
and then sip
enjoy, savor the scenery of
this rustic place
feel the wind on your cheeks
take the warm side of the cup
alright,
is not life as simple as this?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Why War, Why Not Peace?
Why are we in war?
Is there anything it is good for?
If there is please tell me,
because in war life is the fee.
We need to stop, this is my plea.
Is oil worth a war?
Because that’s what we’re fighting for.
A life of war and fear,
is upsetting, that is clear.
In this world every mother’s face with a tear
This war was a bad decision.
We had no clear mission,
Pointless fighting in the Middle East.
Why war, why not peace,
is an important question to say the least.
poem by Austin Alfano
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Even Song
Red old eyes, now where you from
You catch me every day
Colours hide not even song
It's all been washed away
Sun stop going down
Come out again
Stop fading out
Awake again
Sun stop going down
Stop going down
Blues old face, you finally come around
And talking in your sleep
Buried secrets and fiery showdowns
Lost days inbetween
It's all the same
Let it go before it gets too late
Don't play our game
Sun stop going down
Come out again
Stop fading out
Awake again
Sun stop going down
Stop going down
Sun is going down
Come out again
Don't feel so proud
Get straight again
Sun stop going down
Stop going down
It's all the same
Let it go before it gets too late
Don't play our game
Sun stop going down
Come out again
Stop fading out
Awake again
Sun stop going down
Stop going down
Sun is going down
Come out again
Don't feel so proud
Get straight again
Sun stop going down
Stop going down
Sun stop going down
Come out again
Stop fading out
Awake again
Sun stop going down
Stop going down
Sun is going down
Come out again
Don't feel so proud
Get straight again
Sun stop going down
Stop going down
song performed by by Gomez
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Would Go Crazy If I Dont Stop
I would go crazy if I don't stop
Hear my head beat as fast as the gong-gong beater
Climbing high into this realm of life I would drop
Into the boiling water with too many heater
I would go crazy if I don't stop
Giving my heart out on a silver platter
Perhaps I wish I was the frog who hop
In the broad day light were all his dreams shatter
I would go crazy if I don't stop
Feeding my emotion to a worthless swine
Like the mother pig who lives at the top
Lo I should run away in caves and hide
I would go crazy if I don't stop
Perhaps the best remedy is to lie and cry
Into this huge and hallowed cup
Which boils and keep all other tears dry
poem by Samuel Donkor
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Born Without A Silver Spoon
I was born without a silver spoon.
On a raining day in the month of june.
We lived in a face me and face you,
it was a crowded neighbourhood.
Born without a silver spoon.
To have a three square meal
is like wishing for the moon.
Many times we bed the night,
cold night without food.
Without a silver spoon.
My father struggled me through school.
Primary, secondary and university
education i made it through.
A silver spoon.
My wish which must come true.
For i dream of it everday.
Think about those moves i'll make.
Praying to God for steps to take.
Though i was born without
silver spoon.
Yet if heaven be true,
my family's pain will not be vain.
I was born without a silver spoon
shall be erased.
To my generations it shall be a tale.
And only a silver spoon shall remain.
poem by Enebeli Ifyprada
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If It's Love!
It's important that unshown love,
Comes directly shown from you.
To say it...
Doesn't make,
That-love-be-true!
It's important that unshown love,
Is a thing one wants to do...
Just to prove what is said,
Is absolutely true.
A hug,
And maybe a kiss.
A touch,
That has been missed.
A show of thoughtfulness...
Can go a very long distance.
A call,
Every once in a while...
Will go further than a mile.
If love is there to be shared...
Show someone they are cared for!
And doubts will come no more.
It's important that unshown love,
Comes directly shown from you.
To say it...
Doesn't make,
That-love-be-true!
It's important it's directly shown,
If it's love.
Yes!
It's important it's directly shown,
If it's love.
Yes!
It's important it's directly shown.
It's important it's directly shown.
It's important it's directly shown,
If it's love!
It shoos a boo-hooin'...
Known.
It's important it's directly shown.
It's important it's directly shown.
It's important it's directly shown,
If it's love!
A hug,
And maybe a kiss.
A touch,
That has been missed.
A show of thoughtfulness...
Can go a very long distance.
It's important it's directly shown.
It's important it's directly shown.
It's important it's directly shown,
If it's love!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Self Control
Got to get some food
Im so hungry all the time
I dont know how to stop
I dont know how to stop
Got to get some sleep
Im so nervous in the night
I dont know how to stop
No, I dont know how to stop
I dont know how to stop
I dont know how to stop
Got to pick up the phone
I will call any number
I will talk to anyone
I know Im gone too far
Much too far I gone this time
And I dont want to think what Ive done
I dont know how to stop
No, I dont know how to stop
There are always hidden silences
Waiting behind the chair
They come out when the coast is clear
They eat anything that moves
I go shaky at the knees
Lights go out, stars come down
Like a swarm of bees
No self-control
No self-control
No self-control
No self-control
No self-control
No self-control
No self-control
You know I hate to hurt you
I hate to see your pain
But I dont know how to stop
No, I dont know how to stop
Street after street
Night after night
I walk on through the rain
I walk on through the rain
I dont know how to stop
I dont know how to stop
No, I dont know how to stop
I dont know how to stop
I dont know how to stop
I dont know how to stop
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Silver Platter
the silver platter is what your family gives you
your father makes it and you mother polishes it
and you are given what you need
in your life
some fruits and bread and meat and water
that you need in your journey when they start sending you away and
when they finally leave you
as what this world demands, the usual flow of life and the fading
death, and you find yourself still
thinking and coping and running and stopping and resting and running and walking and curling and stretching what
is all there,
then everything is consumed, the silver platter has nothing, tarnished
and you begin to worry
what used to be is not anymore,
you think life ends just like that,
no
reality bites now, like a snake, or a rabid dog, and you despise the
silver platter
its lasting effect on you, how it made you weak and unthinking,
complacent
and unable to grow your trees and eat the fruits
to raise your goats and eat their meat
to live your own life
and be strong yourself in the darkness that comes
when you still want to play
it is not too late, take the silver platter and throw it away
or bury it
lest another one comes and takes it and be another victim
of its temporary glow that almost killed you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Big mouths & glass jaws
So many people
with big mouths,
and glass jaws.
When they talk they don't make words
Their mouths just clank and clatter.
Like some useless machine that is half broken.
People whom life has barely touched.
These untouched, new car smelling, un-scarred f#ckers,
THEY are ALWAYS the ones offering the advice
to those who have been bitten once or twice
by bad decisions or just bad luck...
They offer their pop psych advice
(most likely some sh^t they picked up from some professor, somewhere.)
Through their perfect, glass, teeth.
People who don't even know what it is like
to take a fist to the face.
THEY are the ones that incessantly
'Clank, click, clack' out their 'advice'.
They are weak;
for they have never had to scrounge through dumpsters for food,
never lived from rooftop to rooftop.
Life has been kind to these people
spoon fed them their entire lives...
which would be fine...
if they could just keep their well fed mouths shut
about me and 'my type'.
(whatever the hell that is) .
If life is going to spoon feed you,
do us all a favor,
stop talking with your mouth full.
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poem by Brevet Wilson
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Cant Stop
Oh yeah
Yeah
Cant stop thinkin about you
No, I cant stop thinkin about you
In the morning day or night
I tremble at your sight
Its impossiable to fight,Ive tried
Now youre in my head
And your mind Ive read
Gonna stop the words you say
Now i
-chorus-
Cant stop thinkin about you
I cant get you off my mind
Ohhhh I cant stop thinkin about you
Thinkin about you all the time
Cant stop thinkin about you
I cant get you off my mind
Ohhh I cant stop thinkin about you
Thinkin about you all the time
Cupids heart seeped through
And all along you knew
I just want you to be mine
Nothin I can do
Im all wraped up with you
Even if I wanted to
Iam out of time
-chorus-
I want to know
Say, why is it so
Cant stop thinkin(cant stop thinkin about you)
I want to know
Say, why is it so
Cant stop thinkin(cant stop thinkin about you)
Why
Ohhh yeah
-rap break x 4-
Tick tock, tick tock
Goes the clock
Not a second passes,
I cant stop
-break x 4-
Cant stop(cant stop)
Cant stop it
Cant stop(cant stop)
Cant stop
Take me to a place
Where I can always see your face
I really lost my way this time
Tell me what it means
Iam bursting at the seams
Youre in my thoughts, my dreams
Yet i
-chorus-
I want to know
Say, why is it so
Cant stop thinkin(cant stop thinkin about you)
I want to know
Say, why is it so
Cant stop thinkin(cant stop thinkin about you)
I want to know
Say, why is it so
Cant stop thinkin(cant stop thinkin about you)
I want to know
Say, why is it so
Cant stop thinkin(cant stop thinkin about you)
Cant stop,yeah
Cant stop
Cant stop
Whoa
song performed by by Hanson
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It's Time
It's time to move on
It's time to say goodbye
I'm tired of all this stuff
I'm tired of all these lies
It's time for me to go
It's time to stop this mess
It's time to stop crying
It's time to stop this stress
It's time to stop agruing
It's time to let it go
It's time to stop hiding
It's time to let it show
It's time to be happy
It's time to stop being blamed
It's time to grow up
It's time to stop playing games.
poem by Courtney Guillory
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Fanny's China Garden
Shards of pottery and china
remembered patterns
decorated the small garden
within her garden
underneath the apple tree
Tucking them in
beside her little flowers
she kept her memories
not quite intact
Saving careful pennies in a tin
Putting-by the six place tea-set
Paying it off Bringing it home
His comments on her silliness
Wet's tha want wi that?
Pleasure as she set the table
Polished them admiringly
Prized for Christmas and on Boxing Day
their Anniversary Anxious
watching as clumsy sons left them
on the table edge or
sideways on the saucer
Tears when a cup handle pulled
away as she washed up
clattering the cup to chip
two others and a saucer
For years she used them for herself
Her cross a tracery of flower
round the smooth translucent china
Handleless
Pain stabbing as he dropped
two plates on quarry tiles
in the scullery
Making a point
Quarter plate - part cup -
just a deckle-edge bouquet
Tucking-in the pretty bits
sharp side down
to cheer the flower border
Loss and memory growing
01May1996 CPR
poem by Charlotte Peters Rock
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