Lines On The Old Man's Face
Definitive lines on his face
Convey the pathos of his life
One can see the painful trace
Of anguish cutting as a knife.
His unshed tears locked up inside
Stifled grief that left him torn
Eyes in blank stare try to hide
A father's sorrow yet unborn.
The years have not been very kind
Each day he ached for lost company
His beloved son they could not find
These last days leave him a memory.
War is cruel, unmerciful is Fate
For heroes are the dead and the lost
The lines on his face now sadly state
'My son had paid such a great cost.'
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Nothing is Lost
Nothing is lost.
We are too sad to know that, or too blind;
Only in visited moments do we understand:
It is not that the dead return ---
They are about us always, though unguessed.
This penciled Latin verse
You dying wrote me, ten years past and more,
Brings you as much alive to me as the self you wrote it for,
Dear father, as I read your words
With no word but Alas.
Lines in a letter, lines in a face
Are the faithful currents of life: the boy has written
His parents across his forehead, and as we burn
Our bodies up each seven years,
His own past self has left no plainer trace.
Nothing dies.
The cells pass on their secrets, we betray them
Unknowingly: in a freckle, in the way
We walk, recall some ancestor,
And Adam in the color of our eyes.
Yes, on the face of the new born,
Before the soul has taken full possession,
There pass, as over a screen, in succession
The images of other beings:
Face after face looks out, and then is gone.
Nothing is lost, for all in love survive.
I lay my cheek against his sleeping limbs
To feel if he is warm, and touch in him
Those children whom no shawl could warm,
No arms, no grief, no longing could revive.
Thus what we see, or know,
Is only a tiny portion, at the best,
Of the life in which we share; an iceberg’s crest
Our sunlit present, our partial sense,
With deep supporting multitudes below.
poem by Anne Barbara Ridler
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I’ve Lost One Verse With Tinkling Lines
I’ve lost one verse
With tinkling lines,
I’ve lost a verse,
It’s somewhere else…
I sought the leaf,
But couldn’t find,
Even from the disc
It vanished.
I cried and cried
For that little verse,
In my soul it lay
Like a winged word,
It lay there
Like grief and anguish.
That bright and sincere thought –
That verse remained in the past.
I’m tired of grief and sorrow,
Sorrow has seized me at last…
24.04.2006
Translated from Georgian
poem by Janri Gogeshvili
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The Lost Lines And The Lost Pages
THE LOST LINES AND THE LOST PAGES LEAVE NO TRACE
The lost lines and the lost pages leave no trace
There is no way to recovery
It is a one – way journey after all
Those who had hoped to live forever by recording all that they have ever done
Have been painfully surprised by the disappearance of the universe
That Asteroid that landed in the heart of all we are
Or perhaps that chain of violence in which our own Ugliness did us in
Or perhaps some other manufactured artificial virus
Or who knows what and why
There is simply too much future Time
Not to die at some point in it
The lost lines and lost pages are small and insignificant
We are in all we are also
Small and insignificant
Why God made us and what God really does
We will never truly understand
Small is all and we are smaller even than the smallest part of any thing
Nothing is and nothing was and nothing will be
Only now in the silence
As I anguished write this
Not believing wholly a word I have said
I wonder again why God made me
And if and how and what and why and where
We are all just not anything real or good or true or beautiful or love.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Is There A Bitter Pang For Love Removed
Is there a bitter pang for love removed,
O God! The dead love doth not cost more tears
Than the alive, the loving, the beloved—
Not yet, not yet beyond all hopes and fears!
Would I were laid
Under the shade
Of the calm grave, and the long grass of years,—
That love might die with sorrow:—I am sorrow;
And she, that loves me tenderest, doth press
Most poison from my cruel lips, and borrow
Only new anguish from the old caress;
Oh, this world's grief
Hath no relief
In being wrung from a great happiness.
Would I had never filled thine eyes with love,
For love is only tears: would I had never
Breathed such a curse-like blessing as we prove;
Now, if 'Farewell' could bless thee, I would sever!
Would I were laid
Under the shade
Of the cold tomb, and the long grass forever!
poem by Thomas Hood
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The Obvious
Wake me from this altered state
My future's looking brighter all the time
I'm stumbling and delirious
Something's changed since those teenage days
I'm growing into my own
I'm the talk of the town
Looking strange and I'll say it out loud
There's nothing left to hide
When duplicating the obvious
And it's nothing we decide
Like you, like me
Twist my words so they reed me wrong
The truth was neevr good enough for you
Is that the best you can do?
Talk me down look in my face
Look at you now, feeling like the clown
Next time you should think it over
There's nothing left to hide
Nothing left to hide
When duplicating the obvious
When duplicating the obvious
And it's nothing we decide
Liek you, like me
With no reason, you twist my words
'Cause you're helpless lost in a state of madness
In a state of madness
In a state of madness
Lost in a state of madness
In a state of madness
In a state of madness
Lost in a state of madness
In a state of madness
Lost in a state of madness
Lost in a state of madness
song performed by by Orgy
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Tear Tram Lines
This town has lost its sparkle,
The stars have lost their shine,
This town’s too full of echoes,
And my face too full of lines.
The shore has lost its tide,
The waves have lost their rhyme,
This town’s too full of tears,
And my smile too full of lines.
The clock has stopped it’s ticking
My feet dance out of time,
This town’s too full of yesterdays,
And my frown too full of lines
The cinema’s showing it’s last reel,
The pubs have all called time,
This towns too full of actors
And my script too full of unread lines….
Island Of Wonder
The man wrinkles his face
But it's already worn
The coffee is sour
And the shirt is torn
But the smile is bigger than the Atlantic sea
And it happens to bring out the Atlantis in me
Island of wonder
Where do you come from
Is it the way the sun hits my face
Or is it your memory which I cannot trace
Eu vejo mais ao longe
Pessoas sem fome
Com ps sangrando
Na vereda florida
And the church bell dongs
A remarkable song
And I swallow the salt
As I hum along
The woman she laughs as I pass her by
In a patchwork (dream) I left behind
Island of wonder
Where do you come from
Is it the way the sun
Hits my face
Or is it your memory which I cannot trace
I cannot trace
Look at me I have so much pride
I took my shoes off I ran I did not hide
Look at me I Have so much pride
I will give my dowry for the prize
Island of wonder
Where are you going
Nobody knows it
But it is snowing
In the hearts
and minds of every kind of universe
Every kind of universe
song performed by by Nelly Furtado
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Island Of Wonder (feat. Caetano Veloso)
The man wrinkles his face
But it's already worn
The coffe is sour
And the shirt is torn
But the smile is bigger than the Atlantic sea
And it happens to bring out the Atlantis in me
Island of wonder
Where do you come from
Is it the way the sun hits my face
Or is it your memory which I cannot trace
Eu vejo mais ao longe
Pessoas sem fome
Com ps sangrando
Na vereda florida
And the church bell dongs
A remarkable song
And I swallow the salt
As I hum along
The woman she laughs as I pass her by
In a patchwork (dream) I left behind
Island of wonder
Where do you come from
Is it the way the sun
Hits my face
Or is it your memory which I cannot trace
I cannot trace
Look at me I have so much pride
I took my shoes off I ran I did not hide
Look at me i Have so much pride
I will give my dowry for the prize
Island of wonder
Where are you going
Nobody knows it
But it is snowing
In the hearts
and minds of every kind of universe
Every kind of universe
song performed by by Nelly Furtado
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Dead Boys Poem
The child sits and weeps,
How could this be all that matters,
Why did this have to hurt so deep,
How could this be life?
The child sits with the pain inside,
He sits with his heart in his chest,
‘How could I have died? ’
Is all he thinks, he forgets the rest.
The child’s eyes closed so tight,
His fists clenched so strong
He feels the night,
He knows everything that happened was wrong.
The child stands and looks into the houses light
He stares at not the window,
Not at the sight,
Yet only for the weeping widow.
The child stands holding the gun,
The gun he died holding,
As he remembers his father killing him, his only son
He remembers his father scolding.
He knows he took a life,
Yet he knows his father took his,
He remembers not the taking of his father’s life,
Only the pain of his father stealing his.
His eyes so dark,
His mind so lost,
His hand tracing deaths mark,
As he remembers it’s cost.
He remembers the scene, the time,
He remembers the look in his father’s face,
He remembers doing the crime,
He remembers seeing the pain in his father’s face.
But then his memory stops,
And reality takes place,
For this is when he dropped,
This is when life left his face.
He walks past,
To eternity; to roam
Of all his memories this shall be his last
For this is the dead boy’s poem.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Buddha Jayanti Day
BUDDHA JAYANTI DAY
Our unshed tears with sorrow and pain,
Gets engraved on our face with passing
years!
I take solace from Buddha's enlightened
and sublime face,
The Lord who transcends all sorrow and
fears!
On this sacred day of His birth, as my time
gradually draws near,
I seek His blessings to give me strength,
And my mind to transcend those unshed
tears!
-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
19 May 08
Anna Nicole
In beauty and kindness, she was truly blessed
More often than not, put through life’s cruel test
Lost her son, her life she couldn’t recover
Couldn’t let her mourn alone, always they had to hover
People used and abused her, wouldn’t leave her alone
But when it came down to it, always on her own
One wealthy man, fell in love with the person she was
Tabloids and gossip were all the buzz
Maybe he was kind, and she loved him a lot
Don’t really think evil and greed were the plot
Everyone around, wanted all she could give
They made it so hard for her to live
Happiness doesn’t come to all that easy
They fed on her blood, so utterly sleazy
She had a new daughter, a light in her life
They fought over that, wanted to make her his wife
Did he love her, or need for much control
In her sons death, did he play a role
Did she die of an overdose, who played a part in that
Who would gain from her death is all the chat
A beautiful young troubled woman has lost her life
So many who knew her, in her back put a knife
Let’s pray for the family, and daughter she left behind
Let them live their life, can’t all be kind
They say she was on drugs, what does this matter now
Can’t they let her lie in piece, spare her loved ones some how
I shall mourn for her, a life so sadly lost
Money doesn’t matter now, she paid the ultimate cost!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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I Know This Poor Bloke
I know this poor bloke in the mood for suicide
And he has felt heavy hearted since the day his wife died
Some five years ago his ache of loss from him not gone
And till the day of his death his grief with him will live on.
I do meet him often though not every day
And for words to him I always feel stuck to say
He always talks of his dead wife and the grief that he feel
And for him I feel sorry since his sorrow is real.
On his sense of loss with him I sympathize
And each time I see him he has tears in his eyes
My condolences to him I already did pay
But the grief that he feels it is with him to stay.
The price of true love it can come at a great cost
And he is left to mourn for what he has lost
One in his late sixties his hair silvery gray
And the clock on his life it is ticking away.
A man due to grief in the mood for suicide
Though he is one now I would rather avoid
Since each time I meet him he talks of his dead wife
And I am one who needs laughter in my life.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A Single Tribute
And there is just
A single floral tribute
On that lamppost now
On this, the latest
Anniversary of loss,
Where there were many
Those few years ago
When kith and kin
And sundry strangers
Felt unbounded cost
As life’s young dream
Was roughly wrenched
Out from their grasp
When cruel knife
Performed its task.
Now, there is only one
Memorial to your life
From whom, I do not know.
Is it a sister, lover, wife
Or grieving mother
Missing her lost son?
And though for others
Time’s healing work has done
Its level best,
One still is left
To bring you flowers;
One still remains
In whose torn heart
You still shall live
So she can share your pain.
And, though the years go past
And struggling memory fades,
Your face will smile within
Until she lays,
As you do, in her grave.
A single tribute
On the lamppost, still
Is needed just to give
The world the indication
You existed
And you lived.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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Squashing force (Diminished hexaverse poetry)
(A poem containing stanzas of 5 lines, then 4 lines, then 3 lines, then 2 lines, ending with one word. The syllables in each stanza correspond to the number of lines, i.e.5 in each line in the first stanza,4 in the second stanza and so on. This form may contain more than five stanzas.)
Caught in illusion
Left in agony
Being badly hurt
Victim of terror
With contorted face
Depredated
Walls closing in
Screams of anguish
Desperate howls
Squashing force
Frozen tears
Twisting thoughts
Nightmares
Bleeding
Death
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Better Off Dead
I heard your mother died
Just a few days ago
And tears fill your eyes with grief and sorrow
Cause you to question why because you dont know
If there comes a time when we all, when we all must go
Chorus:
Better off dead, if youre going to believe
Better off dead, in some painful (painful) memories
Better off dead, for truly youll be free
Then to get down on your knees
Can you continue to go on and ignore?
A most certain fate you have grown, grown to abhor
If what you believe is true
And you have no remorse
No matter what you do, no matter what you do,
Oh, youll be on, youll be on the same course
Chorus
Can someone tell me why Im not better off dead?
I no longer deny these thoughts filling my head
Im left to decide for this path Ive been led
If theres more to life than just death
(solo)
Chorus
Its alright, Im only bleeding
song performed by by Extreme
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Hope Regain
Her sapphire eyes penetrated my soul,
water of a full cup flowing from inside
Smeared her face with the bitter cold,
Streams of fresh joy could not hide.
The thing which made smiles sparkling
Began the bliss within
From excitement of being
Strangely in love again
Bittersweet tears are softly torn,
From reflection glistens off her face
Betrayed the fate she had worn,
Breathless sleep hidden by grace.
From love lost to hope regain,
The flame of Poison taste,
Disappear with the whisper of pain
And silence pierces the cruel place.
poem by Gerry Legister
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Find My Way Back
I remember the last time we talked
How I listened but still did not hear
A fool thinks he's wise to it all
Even as love disappears
Now I'm down on my knees like a wounded man
I've made mistakes that I just can't ignore.
I'll follow my heart down this highway
And hope it leads back to your door.
(Chorus)
If you could read between the lines on my face
You'd see just what I'm goin' through.
And if you believe in me, each step I will try to replace
Till I Find My Way Back to you .
It's hard to admit when your lost
When pride seems to stand in your way
And the blues is your only companion, walking these streets in the rain.
Still I know in my soul I can get you back
Your memory won't leave me alone
Is your heart free? Or still here with me?
Feels like I'm so far from home.
(Chorus)
If you could read between the lines on my face
You'd see the regret showin' through
And if you believe in me
Each step I will try to retrace (...to find my way back..)
If you could feel the tears I cry in the night
Only silence when I call your name
And if it takes all my life
I'll Find My Way Back to you.........
(Bridge)
I'll Find My Way Back to you
I'll Find My Way Back...
I'll Find my Way back to you.
(Refrain)
And If you believe in me
Each step I will try to retrace...(to find my way back)...
If you could feel the tears I cry in the night
Only silence when I call your name
And if it takes all my life
Each step I will try to retrace
Till I Find My Way Back to you.
song performed by by 38 Special
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Lost My Faith
Lost my faith
Lost my faith
This month of October
Strange mood overcomes
Black birds teasing
Nothing seems easy
Lost my faith
Where is the breeze
Fill me with hope
Emptiness grows
As well as sorrow
Lost my faith
Somewhere I’ll go
Find path of happiness
Throw grief and tears
But feel hunting fear
Lost my faith
Thought was a friend
Another painful blow
Nothing is real
Such a painful waste
Lost my faith
As my feelings were true
Now have to go on
Try to forget you
Even so I am hopelessly blue
Lost my faith …..in mankind
poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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Suicidal Tears
Invisible tears roll down my face, and hit the pillows on my bed,
No one sees the tears I cry, or the invisible blood I've bled,
Just because I don't ask, doesn't mean I don't need help, I do,
Help, to stop my sorrow, attempt suicide, and the cutting too,
Every droplet of water, that I cry, to you they are unseen,
You see everyone around me, but I remain your invisible teen,
I cry not tears of happiness, but instead tears of the dead,
I bleed to escape the suicide, thoughts inside my head,
I won't put up my hand, to wipe away all the tears,
Instead, I'll stare you in the face, like I've done all of these years,
You pay me no attention, but your attention is what I need,
Or I'll turn back to suicide, off your absence is what I feed,
Your absence has taken control of me, as theses suicidal tears I cry,
So please stop me from suicide, or I might just have to die,
poem by Niakeva Thomas
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Life
Sweet sorrowful life, how it disappears from our gaze
How quietly our love seems to leave from our days
There is no pain like a love so painfully lost
It seems so much colder than a sub-zero frost
That love is gone, from my heart and my soul
It takes so much out of me, I lose control
There is no more time for me to wait
A life of solitude seems to be my fate
There is no love lost, nor is there any gained
When I leave you again, my face will be pained
You were the brightest star in my entire life
But when you turned your back, it cut deeper than the sharpest knife.
You dont know why you did it, you can never explain
I feel like a blind person when they cant use their cane
Im lost, just fumbling, cant find my way
To you anymore, I dont know what to say