A Tangled Web Of Words
Victory beyond our senses
in the bright congealing light
makes nonsense of our thoughts
that spill out through the night.
A tangled web of words
of which we have no control
splatter themselves
upon the blank pages
of our mind for all time.
We are captives to our thoughts
whether they be right or wrong
as they plan to captivate our mind.
We can only capitulate
under the onslaught they bring,
lowering our defences
to the power in gifts they bring.
16 July 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Blank Space Inside Us
there are blank pages
some say that it is a must that something must be drawn
words to be written
thoughts to stifle, capture,
stuffed,
there is a day that you prefer
to keep a blank sky
a dark sky without stars
no light
when you close your eyes
you are at home with this blank page
words become
invincible
but they are all there
perfectly correct
well viewed by the eyes of your heart
somehow you go beyond
your every
day fences
move away, jump and run towards
an island of light
a patch of green grass
still no stars
pure blank
it is when you do not believe in the power of thoughts
when what preoccupies you
is nothing when you are finally one with all
space
it is too peaceful to even dropp a word
like a pin on
a shiny floor of tiles....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Busy Thoughts
I busy my mind with thoughts—thoughts of things
I have yet seen—thoughts of places that I
Have never been. Stationary living
Makes me question how it might feel to die—
But I already know—so I want something
Dissimilar to it—something bright, bold—
Reinvigorating for my being—
Something to encapsulate— to hold.
Sometimes I might wonder if anything
Can help me experience my desires—
To affirm for me that they truly bring
An existence more vital than the wires
Can program and provide. My busy thoughts
Often wander when I think I cannot.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Who to blame for writers block?
Risen up from his cold dark tomb
the malevolent poet is alive again
his evil master has given him power
to confuse poets and bring them pain.
He's invisible to the poets eye
and he doesn't make a sound
his mission is to bring writers block
to all poets everywhere around.
The unaware poet stares at a blank screen
unable to create one single verse
the satanic force takes over his mind
his thoughts go from bad to worse.
The romantic poet thinks about death
his thoughts no longer on love and light
he wants to write about misery and war
and things that go bump in the night.
So the next time you can't write a poem
and your sitting there full of despair
you now know it's not you who's at fault
but it's the evil poet and he's over there!
poem by Kevin Halls
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You & I
Oh, you and i
The time we spent together ends too soon
Like sun sets to the moon
So breath my beautiful
I often find that Ive been losing time
Cos what you said last night
That play upon my mind
Like thoughts of
Chorus:
You and i
You and i
It goes round my head like a carousel
And round and round my mind
You and i
You and i
I know what to do when Im not with you
I fill my mind with thoughts of
You and i
You and i
A simple need of love is what you bring
It plays on my hearts strings
Songs of love to be loved
Got me thinking of
Our moments that are gone but will not fade
And we live to be replayed
In my mind overtime
Like thoughts of
(chorus)
Well I know well make mistakes
But thats just the chance we take
I hope youll never say
Cos Ill never say
Goodbye
Say goodbye
To you and I (you and I)
You and I (you are always on my mind)
It goes round my head like a carousel
And round and round my mind
You and I (you are always on my mind)
You and I (youve just got to give me a try)
I know what to do when Im not with you
I fill my mind with thoughts of
You and i
You and i
You and i
song performed by by Five
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I Scold Myself
Whilst I'm asleep I have no control
and I awake in anxious sweats.
I scold myself in my thoughts,
which causing me nothing but stress.
I don't know why I punish myself,
in reality I've done nothing wrong.
This only happens when I'm asleep,
but it does happen all night long.
It's not as though my mind is troubled,
and my conscience is entirely free.
It's got so that I hate retiring for the night
because I know what waits for me.
I cannot blank out my unconscious thoughts,
they're like nightmares that won't go away.
I desperately need a good night's sleep
so I can stay awake throughout the day.
poem by Tex T Sarnie
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The Written Word Rules!
At the idea of poetry, some people seem to scoff,
As they consider it is an art form only for toffs.
They may think that the concept of poetry is boring,
And that it will leave them fast asleep and snoring.
There are all types of poems: modern and classical.
There’s something for everyone: it’s not boring at all.
The lyrics of songs are poems as such;
They often rhyme together very much.
People like to sing along with their favourite songs,
So why does the concept of poetry feel so wrong?
I’ve only started writing poetry in the last few weeks,
And, I have to admit that I thought it was just for geeks.
But, now I can see, that whoever you are,
Everyone has the potential to go really far.
I have to admit, I much prefer
The written, to the spoken word.
At night, I lay awake tossing and turning in bed,
With random thoughts running through my head.
By my pillow, I keep a pen and note pad,
To jot down any thoughts, which I’ve had.
At the top of the page, my thoughts I jot,
And I always plan out a really rough plot.
I like to include words which have a nice ring.
Words, like these, into my poetry, I like to bring.
I continually go through the alphabet time after time,
Searching for useful words which, pretty much, rhyme.
In simple terms, my ideas, I always like to express;
Complicated and fancy words, my mind doesn’t posses.
I’m sat here, writing this poem, on a speeding train,
As thought after thought, floods into my brain.
I’m writing notes on a mini pocket timetable,
In any tiny blank space which is available.
In my handbag, I’ve got no pad, but I’ve got a pen;
My scribbled notes, I just hope I can comprehend.
I really must start carrying a notepad everywhere;
To forget all these thoughts I’ve had, I couldn’t bear.
When I’m thinking of ideas, I just can’t relax;
My mind seems to buzz to the absolute max.
I’m not far now from my final destination,
And the train is due to pull into the station.
On this subject, there’s not much more to be said,
So, I’m now putting this poem well and truly to bed.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Thoughts Mind Soul Echoes
thoughts like children
scatter from our mind
thoughts were part of us?
thoughts came from us?
thoughts live beyond us?
thoughts outlive our lives?
thoughts mind soul echoes
haunting fragments of mind
light shines through prisms
separates into colour bands
thought trails sunset colours
spectrum ribbons thoughts
spiral into keen conceptions
meaning insight discriminates
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My Obsession
I often think if I could find
a way to clear and subdue my mind,
I'd wish away all the thoughts that tear
into my heart. They're too hard to bear.
But it seems I have no power I possess
and so I'm compelled to always obsess
over my thoughts of you.
You, who show you are unaware
of how my mind cannot compare
the light of day with dark of night
or the feeling of bliss with dreadful fright
over my thoughts of you.
Though I've loved you more than life
coldness cuts me like a knife.
So with my mind unclear I say
I must keep my obsession of you at bay.
Easy to say, hard to do
for all I think about is you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Only In My Mind
thoughts fire
mind blaze
run on wind
words sing mind melodies
words sing song new images
dance in heart veins flow
words shape shift
into new thoughts
concepts poems
several are written
in time heart beats
wonder stirs anew
but only in my mind
where the beauty sings
sung sight meditation
no words given unto paper
no words processed on light screen
no words kept mind record
dart of honeybird flight
bats fly sonar night vision
wing beats of wonder
words released born free
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Lingering Thoughts
Lingering thoughts that I might be
still aroused in your reverie
consoles my spirit and my mind
that you somehow still think of me.
When all is quiet and you're alone
do your memories bring a tear?
Or have you completely forgotten
what to me is still so clear?
To know that never will you see
that which meant so much to me
is a dagger to my heart
that makes it come apart.
I must close my mind to what is past
and never think it through.
For the lingering thoughts that have stayed with me
are all I have of you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Heart Of Poetry
The mystery of words wisdom of the heart to each
angelic form, the voice of emotion in verse.
The melody of heart speak in words that feels the
emotion to express the deepness of feeling in the mind.
Thoughts of words flow to the emotion to make meaning,
to the essence that moves, sensitivity inside emotion
through the words.
Intellect of mind with the knowledge of experience power of
wisdom transcend to composition to unlock the perfect will of
words justify hidden truth.
The magnificent power compose words gives roots
blossom to the garden of heart and bring fruits to the heart of men.
Love kind words are power to win oneself to transform the
beauty of inside emotion to one particular individual.
The poetry, words of wisdom comes from inner motives of
good heart that gives us privilege to express the hidden
beauty of thoughts inside mind to put it in words.
The power to dominate inside individual for beauty and
wonder purpose of life.
Copyright (c) Jocelyn Dunbar
13th of May 2006
7: 50 A.M.
poem by Jocelyn Dunbar
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You Bring Me Under
Oooh...
My mind is suffocated
By your deep sigh
The scent of you has got me
So blind, why, why cant I be with you
Full time cause
You bring me under
Your lips, your eyes, your skin
Cant wait to be within
Your thoughts, your mind
Will meet in time babe
Youre mine babe
So fine babe
But for now
Chorus:
I like it when you bring me under
Girl, I know you so well
I love it when we get down, down
Oh, cant you tell
I know you know when I first met you, baby
My heart fell
I love it when you take me down, down
Under your spell
Gotta get an o
Gotta get a t
Gotta get an o
And a w and an n
Bring it back
If you, could ever understand
What you put me through
Then i, i
I could forgive you
I cant forget you
The things that you do
Wont leave my mind, too
I came to you with a broken view of what
My life should be
You carried me subconsciously
I send my mind through your eyes
My thoughts are caught up in you
Ooo, cant wait to wrap myself in you
I like it when you bring me under
Girl, I know you so well
I love it when we get down, down
Baby, cant you tell
I know you know when I first met you, baby
My heart fell
I love it when you take me down, down, down, down
Under your spell
1, 2, 3...
(and ashley)
When I look into your eyes
My mind just dont know what to do and
Its a crazy thing
Got me all in a trance
Wanna dance in the streets with you
You got it goin on, flowin on
Girl you never show me wrong
Make a fella wanna go write a song
And give you all my publishing
Im gonna go where you wanna go
Run wild, have fun like a carnival, cause
I think Im in love with you
And before I never knew that I was so
I cant recall
Not at all
The last time a girl made me fall
So deep that I had withdrawls
So dont stop cause
I like it when you bring me under
I know you so well
I love it when we get down, down
Cant you tell
I know you know when I first met you
My heart fell
I love it when you take me down, down
Under your spell
Chorus to fade
song performed by by O-town
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My window is no blank surface
My window is no blank surface
but is a bright reflection
of Your light that trickles through to me
as Your interest
from morning twilight
where day and night
penetrate deeper into my life
while I wait upon thoughts coming from You
where every facet of my life now is getting meaning
as Your sharpening, Your forming into a new existence
free from my conceit, my weakness,
where your light, truth and love are going right through me
I know that You bring consciousness
and Your glory, Your splendour is circling out brighter.
[Reference: My venster is ‘n blanke vlak (My window is a blank surface) by N.P. van Wyk Louw.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Outlets
Splatter
Splash
A single droplet
Glistens
Splatter
Splash
It slowly runs
Down
Splatter
Splash
The gentle kiss of
Cool metal
Splatter
Splash
Nipping at the
Skin
Splatter
Splash
A network of
Webs
Splatter
Splash
A beautiful pattern
Turning red
Splatter
Splash
Hidden in the
Fabric
Splatter
Splash
Reinf orced
By the grin
Splatter
Splash
Walking on
Nothing's wrong
Splatter
Splash
Only everything
Is
poem by Autumn Winds
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Blank
Blank pages, blank lines
Blank heart, blank mind
Blank feeling, blank soul
Blank high, blank low.
I dont know why
You just cant see
That all you've ever known
Is the blank side of me.
Bring em All In
Bring em all in, bringem all in, bring em all in,
Bring em all in, bring em all into my heart
Bring em all in, bring em all in, bring em all in
Bring em all in, bring em all into my heart
Bring the little fishes
Bring the sharks
Bring em from the brightness
Bring em from the dark
Bring em from the caverns
Bring em from the heights
Bring em from the shadows
Stand em in the light
Bring em out of purdah
Bring em out of store
Bring em out of hiding
Lay them at my door
Bring the unforgiven
song performed by by Waterboys
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Take Back the Virgin Page
Written on Returning a Blank Book
Take back the virgin page,
White and unwritten still;
Some hand, more calm and sage,
The leaf must fill.
Thoughts come, as pure as light
Pure as even you require;
But, oh! each word I write
Love turns to fire.
Yet let me keep the book:
Oft shall my heart renew,
When on its leaves I look,
Dear thoughts of you.
Like you, 'tis fair and bright;
Like you, too bright and fair
To let wild passion write
One wrong wish there.
Haply, when from those eyes
Far, far away I roam,
Should calmer thoughts arise
Towards you and home;
Fancy may trace some line,
Worthy those eyes to meet,
Thoughts that not burn, but shine,
Pure, calm, and sweet.
And as, o'er ocean far,
Seamen their records keep,
Led by some hidden star
Through the cold deep;
So may the words I write
Tell through what storms I stray --
You still the unseen light,
Guiding my way.
poem by Thomas Moore
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Malfunction
Shutting the systems,
Closing the mind,
Kill organisms,
Thoughts unwind.
Close the vessels,
And the valves,
Cripple the muscles,
Limbs devolve.
Snap the cycle,
Activate defences.
Turn on psycho,
Sever the senses.
Matter condenses,
Slay the soul,
Cut the nonsense,
Cloud the goal.
Fry the circuits,
Overload impulses,
Seize the audit,
Stop the choices.
© Michael Moorcroft August 11th 2009
poem by Michael Moorcroft
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Geeessshhh! Please...
Bring me good thoughts.
Don't bring no bad ones here!
If you've got bunions that hurt...
Limp around me with a smile,
And pretend you are in good cheer!
I've had a corn or two on toes...
And arthritis that made me want to scream.
Muscle aches on my back,
That felt like dogs and cats fighting...
It seemed!
I realize you want to share,
And personalize your life.
But sometimes I'd like to stay clear of your sorrows...
Without hearing what's wrong,
Ain't something with you ever right?
Geeessshhh! Please...
Enough of that,
Pack up that crap!
Bring me good thoughts.
Don't bring no bad ones here!
If you've got bunions that hurt...
Limp around me with a smile,
And pretend you are in good cheer!
You don't give me time...
To complain,
And tell you what's on my mind.
AND that's not fair...
If we're in a friendship to share!
Geeessshhh! Please...
Enough of that,
Pack up that crap!
Treat me like an equal,
And rub some of this ointment on my back!
Now...
Don't you feel better?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To enjoy good health, to bring true happiness to one's family, to bring peace to all, one must first discipline and control one's own mind. If a man can control his mind he can find the way to Enlightenment, and all wisdom and virtue will naturally come to him.