Tragedy of Presumption
One cannot presume what the other is thinking
Nor can one give motives behind a poem
Unless in laser-like mind reading
One, like a Superman, by miracle has become.
Such is the tragedy of presumption
In the absence of facts comes a conclusion
There's frailty of judgment, no other option
But a muddled view of wrong perception.
Still as writers, our truth we declare
Unmindful of those who try to stifle
Our words and the passion that is there
The enjoyment in poetry, who dares to ruffle?
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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My superman
My superman is strong and brave
He’s always there when I need to be saved
My superman is friendly and tall
He’s always saving my world and never does he fall
My superman’s always there day or night
He’s always fighting for what is right
My superman never gives up
Even in the hardest parts he’ll give more than enough
My superman flies so high
He takes it to the top all the way to the sky
My superman will always care
Because I trust him and know he’ll always be there
poem by Lisa French
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This So-called Miracle
Chorus/intro:
Its gonna take a miracle
To give up my hope and get on with my life
Oh that mystic moment
A split-second stop
Of my heart
And with this miracle
Comes unwanted reality
cause this so-called miracle
Has turned into a tragedy
Verse 1:
Baby, what ever did I do (I do, I do, I do...)
To make you not only turn away
But turn, oh so far away
Never considering turning back
Verse 2:
I need you to know Ill never smile
Until we reconcile (until we reconcile)
I know now that that wont happen
Somehow Ill try and cope
But I just cant get out of my head
That glimmer of hope
Everybody tells me I need time away from you
But your the only thing in my world
And thats the last thing I wanna do
Chorus
Verse 3:
Baby, whatever did I do
To make you not only go away
But twist every word I say
To make the tables turn.....
Verse 4:
Youre sayin Im the one whos at the core
Yes, Im the one who glanced at the door
(oh, slammed the door)
But youre the one who turned the handle
Tried to burn the candle at both ends
At both ends you lead me
On and on and on
You really, really took me
Now youve left, my mind is gone (when you left)
Chorus:
And its gonna take a miracle (its gonna take a miracle)
To give up my hope and get on with my life
Mystic moment
A split-second stop
Of my heart
And in this miracle
Comes unwanted reality (I dont want a reality)
cause this so-called miracle
Is really a tragedy
Bridge:
Its easy to give advice
When your hearts not in it
But the best thing for me to do is let go
But somehow I get lonely
Its hard to stand and face the crowd
Doin a one-woman show
Chorus:
Its gonna take a miracle
(miracle, miracle...)
(it would take a miracle, miracle...)
Well everybody tells me I need time away from you
But your the only thing in my world
And thats not what Im gonna do
Its gonna take a miracle
(its gonna take, its gonna take...)
To get on with my life
Oh, oh mystic moment (its a mystic moment)
A split-second stop
Of my heart
And in this miracle
Comes unwanted reality
(its a miracle, its a miracle)
[i dont want a reality]
This so-called miracle
Just isnt my reality
Its gonna take a miracle
(its gonna, its gonna take a miracle)
To give up my hope and get on with my life
(its gonna, its gonna take a miracle)
Mystic moment
A split-second stop
Of my heart
And with this miracle (its gonna take a...)
Comes unwanted reality (I dont want a reality)
This so-called miracle
Has turned into a tragedy
Tragedy - doo...
Who says its a miracle? (who says its a miracle? )
Who says its a miracle?
This so-called miracle
Is really not a miracle
Who says its a miracle?
Not me, not me...
This so-called miracle
This so-called miracle
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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(Wish I Could Fly Like) Superman
WOKE UP THIS MORNING, STARTED TO SNEEZE
I HAD A CIGARRETE AND A CUP OF TEA
I LOOKED IN THE MIRROR, WHAT DID I SEE?
A NINE STONE WEAKLKING WITH KNOBLY KNEES
I DID MY KNEES BEND PRESS UPS TOUCH MY TOES
I HAD ANOTHER SNEEZE AND I BLEW MY NOSE
I LOOKED IN THE MIRROR AT MY PIGEON CHEST
I HAD TO PUT ON MY CLOTHES BECAUSE IT MADE ME DEPRESSED
SURELY THERE MUST BE A WAY
FOR ME TO CHANGE THE SHAPE I'M IN
DISSATISFIED IS WHAT I AM
I WANT TO BE A BETTER MAN
SUPERMAN SUPERMAN, WISH I COULD FLY LIKE SUPERMAN
SUPERMAN SUPERMAN, I WANT TO BE LIKE SUPERMAN
I WANT TO BE LIKE SUPERMAN
SUPERMAN SUPERMAN, WISH I COULD FLY LIKE SUPERMAN
WOKE UP THIS MORNING, WHAT DID I SEE?
A BIG BLACK CLOUD HANGING OVER ME
I SWITCHED ON THE RADIO AND NEARLY DROPPED DEAD
THE NEWS WAS SO BAD THAT I FELL OUT OF BED
THERE WAS A GAS STRIKE, OIL STRIKE, LORRY STRIKE, BREAD STRIKE
GOT TO BE A SUPERMAN TO SURVIVE
GAS BILLS, RENT BILLS, TAX BILLS, PHONE BILLS
I'M SUCH A WRECK BUT I'M STAYING ALIVE
HEY GIRL WE'VE GOT TO GET OUT OF THIS PLACE
THER'S GOT TO BE SOMETHING BETTER THAN THIS
I NEED YOU, BUT I HATE TO SEE YOU THIS WAY
IF I WERE SUPERMAN THEN WE'D FLY AWAY
I'D REALLY LIKE TO CHANGE THE WORLD
AND SAVE IT FROM THE MESS IT'S IN
I'M TOO WEAK, I'M SO THIN
I'D LIKE TO FLY BUT I CAN'T EVEN SWIM
SUPERMAN SUPERMAN, I WANT TO FLY LIKE SUPERMAN
SUPERMAN SUPERMAN, WISH I COULD FLY LIKE SUPERMAN
SUPERMAN SUPERMAN, WISH I COULD FLY LIKE SUPERMAN
SUPERMAN SUPERMAN, I WANT TO BE LIKE SUPERMAN
SUPERMAN SUPERMAN, I WANT TO FLY LIKE SUPERMAN
song performed by by Kinks
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Superman
Woke up this morning, started to sneeze
I had a cigarette and a cup of tea
I looked in the mirror what did i see
A nine stone weakling with knobbly knees
I did my knees bend press ups touch my toes
I had another sneeze and i blew my nose
I looked in the mirror at my pigeon chest
I had to put on my clothes because it made me depressed
Surely there must be a way
For me to change the shape i'm in
Dissatisfied is what i am
I want to be a better man
Superman superman wish i could fly like superman
Superman superman i want to be like superman
I want to be like superman
Superman superman wish i could fly like superman
Woke up this morning, what did i see
A big black cloud hanging over me
I switched on the radio and nearly dropped dead
The news was so bad that i fell out of bed
There was a gas strike, oil strike, lorry strike, bread strike
Got to be a superman to survive
Gas bills, rent bills, tax bills, phone bills
I'm such a wreck but i'm staying alive
[look in the paper, what do i see,
Robbery, violence, insanity.]
Hey girl we've got to get out of this place
There's got to be something better than this
I need you, but i hate to see you this way
If i were superman then we'd fly away
I'd really like to change the world
And save it from the mess it's in
I'm too weak, i'm so thin
I'd like to fly but i can't even swim
Superman superman i want to fly like superman
Superman superman wish i could fly like superman
Superman superman wish i could fly like superman
Superman superman i want to be like superman
Superman superman i want to fly like superman
song performed by by Kinks
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A Poem
i like to read your poem
and i like to say it is a poem
there is a difference
of course
between the two statements
i like to read
it is your poem but i may
after reading
that
saying that i am honest though
and can distinguish a poem
from one that is not a poem
that your poem is one that i only
like to read
and may
say that it is not your poem
but it is yours you are sure of that
but what i am saying is that
i am reading your poem
but i feel that it is not
a poem after all
i can say one when i read one
so i just say i like reading your poem
which could not really be a poem
not even prose
i just like it
but it is not anything about what
i feel i like it to be
a poem or prose
i am reading it, it isn't
like this one for instance
you know that
now.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Poem I Did Not Write Today
THE POEM I DID NOT WRITE TODAY
The poem I did not write today
Will never be written.
No one knows what it is
Or where it is
'How it can be? ' is another question
No one can answer.
The poem I did not write today
Never went away
It is always here with me and with you
It is the same simple poem
Written over and over again
In our everyday minds.
It is the poem of love of life
The poem of happiness
The poem of belief in God
And in the goodness in the world to come
It is the poem which believes too that poetry will help save the world.
It is the good poem
The happy poem
The poem I did not write today
Is the poem my life is writing now and always
And with you it says
‘What a miracle it is that we are here
reading and writing
and loving life as we do’.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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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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My Oh My Its A Miracle
My oh my its a miracle
Good morning love
Rise and shine
Its a beautiful day
And I feel fine
Come watch the sun light the sky
And sip a coffee you and i
Wont you give us a kiss now
Perchance a little more
No dont mind that witch
Peeking out next door
I feel like a lark sitting high up a tree
Whats just another day to one man
Is a miracle to me
My oh my its a miracle
(a miracle to me)
My oh my its a miracle
(its a miracle)
All the whinning all the worry
All the fast friends and the fury
Oh dear lord
All the madness that used to move me
Simply dont behoove me
No more
Yeah let it rain let is shine
If I got you I got mine
Oh well hello sweet sanity
Im alive and Im smilling
And thats a miracle to me
My oh my its a miracle
(a miracle to me)
My oh my its a miracle
Now good morning love
And how are you
Does your old man seem
A bit too chearful to be true
Excuse me if I shed a little tear joyfully
But when your hands in my hand
Yeah when a woman really loves a man
Its a miracle to me
My oh my its a miracle
(a miracle to me)
My oh my its a miracle
(its a miracle)
Im ten miles high its a miracle
(Im ten miles high its a miracle)
Look at my life its a miracle
(its a miracle)
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Arrogance of a Poet
Reading, reading, reading aloud,
Out to an audience or a large crowd,
A lovely poem, simple like this,
Rhyming couplets, O what a bliss,
Next a succulent simile,
Like this, like that or just like me.
Alliteration, simile all in one,
The Sun looked down, thinking well done!
Woah, personification, the touch of skill
But ofcourse, I can still
Go further and further with these thoughts,
Enjambment used, eat my shorts!
My skill unmatched, the audience applaud,
Score,10/10, definitely assured.
But still this skill was not enough,
They believed my poem was still a rough
Copy or a draft, not the final one,
A poem to impress, that could have won.
And so I wander back, like a whale
To feed my young poems a treacherous tale,
To which they will, rebel and fight
For why did that poem not set alight
The crowd with all its great talent,
But I will not, never, relent
In making you poems walk into fame,
And there goes my poetic technique again...
poem by Viraj Bhanshaly
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Laser Show
Oh yeah were going to the laser show
Oh yeah were going to the laser show
Come on baby now dont you know
Were going down to the laser show
They come from bridgeport, westport, darien
Down to the hayden planetarium
Were gonna space out to our favorite tunes
Were going straight to the dark side of the moon
Oh yeah were going to the laser show
Oh yeah were going to the laser show
Come on baby now dont you know
Were going down to the laser show
Were gonna sit back, relax, watch the stars
James and jason, kirk and lars
Were gonna make our way across the galaxy
And then well head back on the l.i.e.
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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The Poem About The Poem
The poem about the poem
And what is a poem?
And what is a poet?
And will the poem
Save me?
Help you?
And is writing the poem
The best I can do?
Or is it only words and more words?
Is the poem about the poem
For the poet only?
Or for each one reading and speaking and hearing it?
The poem about the poem
On this sunny spring Jerusalem morning
Peace and happiness in me -
The poem about the poem
For now.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Miracle
Its taken much too long
To get it right
Would it be so wrong
To maybe find someone
A miracle
And all you really need
Is everything you could never be
And so youd give it all
For a miracle
Chorus
Is there a trace
Inside her face
Of a lonely miracle
And so you wait
And lie awake
For a lonely miracle
You never really know
What it is
Not until it goes
And if it comes again
Its a miracle
But what you miss is love
In everything below and up above
And could she bring it all
A miracle
Chorus
All you wanted was a (miracle)
All you needed was a miracle
A miracle
And all you wanted was a (miracle)
All you needed was a miracle
A miracle
Its taken so long to get it right
Could it be so wrong
To maybe find someone
A miracle
Chorus
song performed by by Vertical Horizon
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Miracle
Many roads Ive travelled
And faces Ive seen
Each tells a story
Of what might have been
A missed golden moment
But life still remains
A search for the innocence
Somehow we lost on the way
And we all need a miracle, that I truly believe
Yes we all need a miracle, and I believe my miracle is you
Now the silence that follows
The last curtain call
I dont know anyone
Who has come through it all
You gave me direction
A part in your cast
No longer make believe
Now that I know it will last
Cos we all need a miracle, that I truly believe
Yes we all need a miracle, and I believe my miracle
And I believe my miracle
I believe my miracle
Yes I believe my miracle is you
song performed by by Rick Astley
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Kaleidoscope and Harpsichord
As I've told my wife too many times,
the meaning of any poem hides
in the marriage of cadence and sound.
Vowels on a carousel,
consonants on a calliope,
whistles and bells,
we need them all
tickling our ears.
Otherwise, the lines
are gristle and fat, no meat.
Is it any wonder, then,
my wife has a problem
with any poem I give her to read
for a second opinion, especially
when the poem has no message
and I'm simply trying to hear
what I'm saying and don't care
if I understand it.
The other night in bed
I gave her another poem to read
and afterward she said this poem
was no different than the others.
She had hoped I'd improve.
'After all, ' she said,
'you've been writing for years
but reading a poem like this is
like looking through a kaleidoscope
while listening to a harpsichord.'
Point well taken,
point well said.
But then I asked her
what should a man do
if he has careened for years
through the caves of his mind
spelunking for the right
line for a poem
only to hear his wife say
after reading one of his poems
that it was like
'looking through a kaleidoscope
while listening to a harpsichord.'
What should he do-quit?
'Not a chance, '
she said this morning,
enthroned at the kitchen table,
as regal as ever in her fluttery gown
and buttering her English muffin
with long, languorous strokes
Van Gogh would envy.
'He should write even more,
all day and all night, if need be.
After all, ' she said, 'my line
about the kaleidoscope and harpsichord
still needs a poem of its own.
It's all meat, no gristle, no fat.'
poem by Donal Mahoney
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If The Poem Has No Beauty
If the poem has no beauty
And its words do not mean more than its words
And it does not give to us revelation and inspiration -
If the poem is not more than we ourselves could have dreamed before
Then what is the poem for
And why are we reading it?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Do Not Read! ! !
Don't read this poem!
Turn back while you have the chance
Or you will regret it
This poem is a poem of darkness
This poem is a devourer of souls
It will destroy you
Consume you
Absorb you into its black depths
I tried to warn you
I told you not to read it
Why are you still reading?
If I had named it 'READ THIS POEM! ! ! '
Would you have even bothered?
This poem is pulling you in
It has your feet
It's eating you
It's shattering your soul
It's never going to let you go
It's murdering you
This poem is a murderer
It is a criminal, it is evil
It is unnameable, unbreakable, imperfect
This poem has you
It's too late for you now
There's no escape for you now
Too bad
This poem has you
This poem's devoured you
Yummm, good
This poem is satisfied now
You should have listened to me
But you didn't
And now the poem's taken you
You're dead.
Its A Miracle
It must have happened sometime in the night,
No one saw the stone be rolled away.
When the grave saw morning light,
The skeptics and friends all had to say,
Its a miracle,
Its a miracle,
Its a miracle happened today.
Its a miracle,
Its a miracle,
He took the stone, and he rolled it away.
My soul is like a tomb in constant night;
Till one day the stone was rolled away.
Then my heart saw morning light,
And no one alive can explain it away.
Its a miracle,
Its a miracle,
Its a miracle happened today.
Its a miracle,
Its a miracle,
He took the stone, and he rolled it away.
Now, now wont you see,
What Im trying to say?
If you believe, it could happen today!
Its a miracle,
Its a miracle,
Its a miracle happened today.
Its a miracle,
What a miracle,
He took the stone, and he rolled it away.
Its a miracle,
What a miracle,
Its a miracle happened today.
Its a miracle,
What a miracle,
He took the stone, and he rolled it away.
(its a miracle,) you know its really a miracle,
A miracle, a miracle,
(its a miracle,) you know its really a miracle,
He took the stone, and he rolled it away.
(its a miracle,) you know its really a miracle,
A miracle, a miracle,
(its a miracle,) you know its really a miracle,
He took the stone, and he rolled it away.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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With All The Reading and Writing I Do
With all the reading and writing I do
With all the work of the mind and heart
There comes a time
It can be any time
There comes a time
When the Poem must enter-
The Poem?
The deeper feeling-
The Music of the soul-
What I most need to say inside
The Writing which somehow surpasses all the other
In its inner intensity in its deepest feeling –
I write a poem now
All my heart mind soul
Go into every word and phrase.
The Poem? The Poem?
For which I write to live
And which through writing
I most live in Writing-
The Poem that this is.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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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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The Swinging Universe
reading a 13th century poet
feeling the sun circling round me
and all the inaccuracies it cast onto me
reading a 20th century poem
feeling the earth circling round the sun
and all its limitations
reading a 30th century poem
feeling the whole universe circling round us
and the privilege to play with its power
reading a 40th century poem
feeling the privilege to swing the
whole universe around us
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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