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In Black Despair

In grayish doubt and black despair,
I drafted hymns to the earth and the air,
pretending to joy, although I lacked it.
The age had made lament redundant.

So here's the question -- who can answer it --
Was he a brave man or a hypocrite?

poem by Czeslaw Milosz
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I’m Pretending

I’m pretending nothing happened,
that we are still together.
I’m pretending you never
went away with someone new.
I’m pretending we are still a couple,
that you are still nearby.
I’m pretending,
pretending
I am still with you.

I’m pretending that our love
still shines brightly.
I’m pretending that you still care
and lying to myself each day.
I’m pretending that you just stepped out
and that you are not far away.
I’m pretending,
pretending
I am still with you.

I’m pretending it always summer
and that winter never comes.
I’m pretending life is as it was
and I’m forever with you.
I’m pretending you are with me
and not in the arms of someone new.
I’m pretending that I am smiling
and that I’m not feeling blue.
I’m pretending,
pretending
I am still with you.

20 April 2009

poem by David Harris
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Must Be No!

No is no! that is what the answer must be
Before I destroy my soul and ruin my destiny
If I think an action might corrupt my virtue or my soul
Then the answer to that question, must always be no.
Never ever will I answer with a maybe or even a yes
When I know that someday that sin I must confess
Though I might not know alot but one thing I do know
When it conflicts my pride and honor, the answer is no.
My reputation and my values is what makes myself me
It is how that I am known from what others do see
So could I lie or cheat to cause others pain or woe
The answer to that question, will always be no.

No is no! and the question must end their
As I wont say yes to cause any sorrow or despair
I will not steal or rob from a friend or even a foe
And the answer to that question, is once again no.
Though I might meet with temptation or evil or corruption
It might enter my brain which will cause a disruption
But then one day I know my past it will unfold
And I will feel proud in those times, that I did say no.
A poor man has nothing a rich man has his wealth
But that will not send a soul to either heaven or hell
So will I lie or use to deceive either the young or the old
Once again to that answer, it will always be no.

poem by Randy McClave
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Walk Away

Youve got your mother and your brother
Every other undercover telling you what to say
You think Im stupid but the truth is that its cupid baby loving you has made me this way
So before you point your finger
Get your hand off of my trigger
You need to know the situations getting old
And now the more you talk the less I can take
Im looking for attention
Not another question
Should you stay or should you go
Well if you dont have the answer
Why you still standing here
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Just walk away
I waited here for you like a kid waiting after school
So tell me, how come you never showed
I gave you everything and never asked for anything
And look at me, Im all alone
So before you start defending baby
Stop all your pretending
I know you know I know so whats the point of being slow
Lets get this show on the road today
Im looking for attention
Not another question
Should you stay or should you go
Well if you dont have the answer
Why you still standing here
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Just walk away
I want a love
I want a fire
To feel the burn, my desires
I want a man by my side
Not a boy who runs and hides
Are you gonna fight for me, die for me
Live and breathe for me
Do you care for me
Cause if you dont then just leave
Im looking for attention
Not another question
Should you stay or should you go
Well if you dont have the answer
Why you still standing here
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Just walk away
Well if you dont have the answer
Why you still standing here
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Just walk away
walk away
walk away

song performed by by Kelly Clarkson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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His Answer To My Question Was A Question

His answer to my question
Was a question
My answer to his reply
Was returned
With another question
The game of
Answering and asking
Questions
Did not end
Till I questioned
The very motive
Of our conversation
We came to the conclusion
How to pass time?
Was the biggest question
Asking questions
And creating confusion
Was the answer
So we passed our time
Asking and answering questions
The question now is
Whether we did right or wrong?
The answer is
Why ask a useless question?

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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I’ve Drafted The Moon Sickle (Drafts)

And the maps seen through its rays
I’ve drafted a bird knocking her flightful head
Against the Moon sickle edge
I’ve drafted an inward and an outward star
And it’s something one cannot turn into a painting
The colour would blur the surreal truth
Of the black and white and in between shades

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Black And White

He painted a picture all white and black
because in his life all color did he lack.
He lacked the yellow of the sun each day
for the sun had never come his way.
He lacked the green of fresh green grass
for the cement of the city he couldn't get past.
He lacked the blue of the sky above
for no one had ever shown him love.
He lacked the red that the rose did give
for no roses grew where he did live.
He lacked all color from his sight.
All he knew was black and white.

The picture he painted could never tell
of how his life became a living hell.
He'd lost his sight when he was three
and the colors were a lost memory.
His sole memory was of dark and light,
night being dark, day being white.
And now he created art to define
everything that was in his mind.
But beauty came from the paint he used.
The black and white became infused
with the extracted senses of who he was,
a man filled with passion for what he does.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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White And Black

He painted a picture all white and black
because in his life all color did he lack.
He lacked the yellow of the sun each day
for the sun had never come his way.
He lacked the green of fresh green grass
for the cement of the city he couldn't get past.
He lacked the blue of the sky above
for no one had ever showed him love.
He lacked the red that the rose did give
for no roses grew where he did live.
He lacked all color from his sight.
All he knew was black and white.

The picture he painted could never tell
of how his life was a living hell.
He'd lost his sight when he was three
and the colors were a lost memory.
His sole memory was of dark and light,
night being dark, day being white.
And now he created art to define
everything that was in his mind.
But beauty came from the paint he used.
The black and white became infused
with the extracted senses of who he was,
a man filled with passion for what he does.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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One MAN show! !

Drafting and correcting,
proof reading and approving,
All done in the Massive Mind,
A few are drafted and corrected,
A few are drafted and never corrected,
A few are drafted, not amended,
but proof read and approved,
A few are drafted and deleted immediately,
All drafted should be deleted,
either amended or let as it is.

What a Great intelligence,
that can deliver ignorance!
What a Great efficient,
that can deliver inefficient!
What a Great Mighty,
that can deliver mysteries and miseries,
What a Great love,
that can deliver hatred and wars of flaw.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Pretending

I was right the first time
But I outguessed myself
You sympathized so sweetly
When you sent me to hell
What have I got to complain for
Had to throw myself overboard
Like to see that my dues are paid
Its just the way I was made
And when I cry, I was burning inside
Youre out there pretending
And though I lie, I had nothing to hide
Youre the one whos pretending
I live in anticipation
Things that never occurred
Turned my back to the loving ones
On the strength of your word
Whats the answer Im looking for
You mix your meanings with metaphors
Glass bricks and a ten foot wall
You really dont care at all
And when I came to relieve all the pain
You were somewhere pretending
And Im still here, and its still just as clear
That youre only pretending
I believe in believing
And I hope that theres still hope for me
cause I need to be needing
And youre free to be free as you please
But Im not the kind
Who can live with life
And I never could
cause Im just no good at pretending
Whats the truth after all this time
Is it your perception or is it mine
Sometimes youre better off alone
You cant get blood from a stone
And while you cry, Ill be laughing inside
cause I know youre pretending
Look me straight in the eye
When I tell you good bye
cause I wont be pretending
You could beg me and fall down on your knees
But youd just be pretending
Maybe someday youll have something to say
And you wont be pretending

song performed by by Utopia
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I have been made redundant before and it is a terrible blow; redundant is a rotten word because it makes you think you are useless.

quote by Billy Connolly
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But Don't Despair

Despair, if you must –
But how's it going to pull you through?
Despair, when you trust
Naught since then there's naught to do.
Despair, should you thrust
Aside your pride, your self-esteem.
And so despair, if it's dust,
The only substance that you deem.
Despair, when a gust
Of slightly breeze can break your stance.
And do despair, when lust
Is your interpretation of romance.

But don't despair, if you can care
About the plight of any other being.
And you can focus on the help,
Support, and altruistic further actions
For the seeing. Be believing,
As despair will start receding
All around – simply since you found
A way to steer you clear
From this: the very cause of your despair!

So give to others; give them all a helping lift:
Despair, you'll find will disappear –
And that has got to be a well-deserved
And saintly gift!

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Far better an approximate answer to the right question, which is often vague, than the exact answer to the wrong question, which can always be made precise.

quote by John Tukey
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Perceivers Of Knowledge

that was a good question
the previous answer
was for the young novice
yours was not a novice question

an answer is formulated
at appropriate questioner learning level
least understanding is lost
an answer must be perceived understood

if there is no perception
interaction with concepts conveyed
no progression will be made
no knowledge will be attained

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Question

Looking for question: have you got one?
Hungry for question: will you give one?

Looking for question
O Yeah
Looking for question
Because
God gives the answer.
God gives the answer
In so many ways!

That’s why
Looking for question
O Yeah
Searching for question.

poem by Asif Andalib
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In Honor Of Black History Month

...and, this year we are so excited,
In honor of Black History Month...
To provide a ten thousand dollar scholarship,
To anyone who can answer the following question.
And...
If you all notice,
You have been given the answer as is shown...
Amongst the choices from which to choose.
Either A, B or C.

Good luck!
Here is your question...

How many fingers are on the left hand?
You have five seconds to respond.
Place your one thumb on the buzzer.
And hold with your remaining four fingers,
On your left hand.

YES!
You are the first to respond.
Your answer is...?

'Hold up!
And don't be winking at me.
I ain't into that!
Supposing that left hand was held by someone else...
Guiding with valued assistance to choose the right path? '

That has nothing to do with the question asked.
NOR is that one of the answers already given.
One of them is correct.
The others are not.

'Look...
I need that ten thousand dollars.
And stop winking at me...
Pervert.'

Do you or do you not have the correct answer?

'Do you or do you not get on my last nerve? '

THIS is a contest.

'And THIS is my fist.
Do you mind repeating the question?
And don't look at me as if I'm the one stupid.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pretending

(by jerry lynn williams)
How many times must we tell the tale?
How many times must we fall?
Living in lost memory
You just recalled
Working on the sound of the band
Trying to get the music right
Two go out working
Three stay home at night
Thats when she said she was pretending
Like she knew the plan
Thats when I knew she was pretending
Pretending to understand
Pretending, pretending
Pretending, pretending
Satisfied but lost in love
Situations change
Youre never who you used to think you are
How strange
Chorus
I get lost in alibis
Sadness cant prevail
Everybody knows strong love
Cant fail
Dont be pretending about how you feel
Dont be pretending that your love is real
Dont be pretending about how you feel
Dont be pretending that your love is real
Pretending, pretending
Pretending, pretending

song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Forgetting search

Forgetting search
I answered
The question present
That is unanswered.

A hint of answer
Question sidetrack
People fled away
Not knowing
What is question
And what is answer.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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A Simple Question

'While I am asking questions which You do not answer, You ask me a question which is so simple that I cannot answer. I do not even understand the question.' Thomas Merton, A Merton Reader,

'And He continued by questioning them, ‘But who do you say that I am? '' Mark 8: 29

Clear day
golden sky
gives way to
black clouds
and I ask,
'why? '

It's a child's question.

Within cities
hard edges, pavements
grey receive the red
tide, heads fall
and lives split open,
spill into
gutters fill,
sewers, fill
the sea,
and like a
persistent child
I ask 'why? '

In the morning
through bright
windows I see how
spring leans
to summer, timid
leaves open wide
glow in silver light
and green fire
fills the wood,

and by this beauty
silenced,
I hear
in tones
beyond my hearing
a simple question;

'who? '

but I cannot answer;

I do not
know.

poem by Steven Federle
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My Question for M lady Fay

There is a question I must pose
In the vain hope that someone knows
Who’s willing to enlighten me.

Before my birth where would I be
This question always puzzles me
and when I die where do I go.

I have asked priests who hesitate
to answer me, they vacillate.
Because in truth they do not know.

They quote their Holy Book to me
But I have looked and cannot see.
The answer that I seek to find.

Why is it that they pretend to know
from whence I came and where I go.
And yet they will not answer me.

My question is a simple one
I make it clear to everyone.
But no one seems to understand.

The truth is what I seek to know
From whence I came where do I go.
Will somebody please answer me.

20-Nov-08

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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What is knowledge

What is knowledge
Who is there to explain.
This common question
Has no answer.

I undertake not to put
Any other question
Till the answer availabe.

The answer that is available
Is not applicable.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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