The Phantom Seed
Vanity plays his tricks on the living,
For the deceased he can do no favours.
Sanity lays her licks on the morning,
Asking the Priest if he’ll join in the labour.
Clarity stares down the haze before dawn,
Twilight adorned spins still, ever winding
Thread so slim that you may only catch a
Glimpse by the angel of your light.
Wasting away at a whim are the monstrosities
We left breeding in the courtyard. Holding as
They are a protest against the insanity of the Guard.
They protest interference in a war, worn out in exhaustion.
Plant the phantom seed,
To feed the burning citadel.
poem by David Lacey
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Reformation
What the meaning of reformation
I mean
to reform
my poem,
my novel
or my painting
when I feel pain
to hear
all news from radio
the whole part of our society
get protest everyday
and I saw
labour protest
everywhere to day
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Diary Of a Madman
What could it mean.
Living beyond shame and fear of the unknown.
Insanity is incredible
And sanity is unstable
The diary of the insane is history.
And memory is long lost in the desert
Of the heart.
To an insane,
Sanity is insanity
And insanity is sanity.
The soul of an insane has gone far beyond earth.
But the sane is oblivious
Of the fate of his own soul
After the final call.
Above all,
Is sanity sane?
No. For bad temperament is
Madness in itself.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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The Edge Of America
Edge of America
Walk the edge of America
A concrete beach to scrape my hand
inside the subway stinking fear and shame
becomes the violent breath
Vigilantes out on dawn patrol
but now there's nothing left to hide
I'm just a number on the metal fence
which marks the great divide
Hey boy
give your dreams a rest
if you're tired of searching
this is where it ends
there's nothing left to lose
nothing to protest
learn to love your anger now
anger here is all you possess
welcome to the age
Below the towers of the citadel
Seems someone overlooked the cost
Forgotten soldier of paradise
now paradise is lost
Recognition never realized
Salvation lost among the crowd
So tell me beside this sterile sea
where is your nation now?
And we say
Hey boy
give your dreams a rest
if you're tired of searching
this is where it ends
there's nothing left to lose
nothing to protest
learn to love your anger now
anger here is all you possess
welcome to the age
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Edge Of America
(lebon, rhodes, taylor)
Walk the edge of america.
A concrete beach to scrape my head,
Inside the subway stinking fear and shame becomes the violent breath.
Vigilantes out on dawn patrol, but now theres nothing left to hide.
Im just a number on the metal fence which marks the great divide.
(sing it)
Hey boy give your dreams a rest, if youre tired of searching..
This is where it ends, theres nothing left to lose nothing to protest
Learn to love your anger now, anger here is all you possess..
Welcome to the edge
Below the towers of the citadel,
Seems someone overlooked the cost.
Forgotten soldier of paradise, now paradise is lost.
Recognition never realised,
Salvation lost among the crowd.
So tell me here beside the sterile sea where is your nation now?
(we say)
Hey boy give your dreams a rest, if youre tired of searching..
This is where it ends, theres nothing left to lose nothing to protest
Learn to love your anger now, anger here is all you possess..
Welcome to the edge
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Glimpse
In all my time I've seen but a glimpse
Of forgotten favours, odd behaviours
And life on a whole
Life on the role of an elder
On the promise of what and what not to tell her
Little is truth that could be reasoned with sanity
Or held close to the devilish vanity
Which the world holds as a trait
The glimpse I have seen holds little experience
Nor the acceptance of life and of fate
Just little people playing their part
To uphold the worlds fragile state
So I watch and review as best as I can
Is the world dependent on beast or on man?
For I see just a glimpse of the peace we expect
Less peace than there would be if we didn't reject
The severity our actions reflects on the future we hold
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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Sinners
He fell for her daughter;
She fell for him later.
There came in no protest.
He engaged them both.
***
He fell for her mother;
She fell for him later.
From them came no protest.
He engaged them both.
***
He fell for his neigbour;
His son too fell for her.
Silence was the protest.
She fed them both alike.
***
A mother was his beloved;
Her daughter was his son’s.
Wordless was the protest.
Each engaged the other.
***
Sinners make friends
19.10.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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An Exhortation About A Dog
i
the dog that licks my
feet
every morning after
i wake up
does not appeal to my
senses anymore
ii
the dog that licks my feet every morning after i wake up does not appeal to my senses anymore
iii
the dog
that
licks my
feet
every
morning
after
i wake
up
does
not
appeal to
my
senses
anymore
iv
but i must
allow it
still
because it is the law
between
the dog and me
and this
dogged
society
v
and so the dog still
licks my feet
every morning
and at night
i do not ponder about it
anymore
i do not ask
i have no questions
for asking
vi
the dog sleeps with me
at night
in my bed
and spreads her legs like
a spoiled
prostitute
and she is confident
that i cannot kill her
because that is the
law between us
and dogs
vii
and society keeps guard
on this
and if i continue
having this dog's tongue lick
all over my body
and feed her well
and make her a part of my
life
till death do us part
then society
shall have a thousand hands
clapping
for my obedience
and fidelity
viii
my honest neighbor
(who does not want to be mentioned here says
that actually)
she's one kind of a typical
bitch
(and i will neither confirm nor deny
it, but please do not tell
anyone about it)
that is the law.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Vanity
Some call it vanity
I call it complete sanity
I belong to a different league
A goddess with a cocktail of different wigs
Far too intelligent for any audience
To mass entertain will be an utter nuisance
I'm too intelligent to respond
It’s only with a certain class that I bond
For I am far too glamorous
To be anything but humorous
I belong to a group called animosity
A simple case of personal philosophy
Where I outclass modernity
My body built to perfection
I know it is the universal intention
Some call it vanity
I call it complete sanity
I am so artistically brainy
That my thoughts are far from grainy
I belong to a different breed
I simply will not spoon-feed
If you are born empty inside
I’m afraid I can’t take you for a ride
They refer to my vanity as a beast
I stare at my vanity with sanity as a feast
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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After this urgent protest against entering into battle at Gettysburg according to instructions - which protest is the first and only one I ever made during my entire military career - I ordered my line to advance and make the assault.
quote by John B. Hood
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Feed On Me
They are dying on the dance floor
They are lying in debris
They are fading with exhaustion
From the mortal injuries
They are hungry and need feeding
They've resigned themselves to fate
They are desperate men
Death's written on their face
When your will to live
Is all but gone
And you're left alone
But you need someone - feed on me
Feed on me
They're outgunned and they're outnumbered
But they'll never turn to run
And the 'in name of freedom's'
Written with their blood
Some would call them mercenary
But they always knew the pain
Inevitably far outweighs the gain
Feed on me
Feed on me if you need to breath
Feed on me
When your hunger strikes you down again
And you feel your inner strength has drained - Feed on me
Feed on me
Feed on me - I got what you need
Feed on me
Feed on me - don't accept defeat
They aredying on the dance floor
They are lying in debris
They are fading with exhaustion
From the mortal injuries
Some would call them mercenary
But they always knew the pain
Enevitably far outweighs the gain
When your will to live has almost gone
And you're left alone and you need someone
Feed on me
Feed on me
Feed on me
Feed on me - I got what you need
Feed on me
Feed on me - don't accept defeat
song performed by by Judas Priest
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In Japan, it becomes a huge issue in terms of not just the government and its protest against the United States, but all different groups and all different peoples in Japan start to protest.
quote by Martha Smith
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Dont Be Careless Love
Burn the midnight lamp
Down until the dawn,
Ill keep watch until Im sure your coming home.
Shadows play and flicker on the bedroom wall
They turn into a bad dream overnight,
Something could be terribly wrong.
Dont be careless love,
Dont be careless love,
Dont be, dont be careless.
In my dream youre running nowhere
Every step youve taken turns to glue,
Walking down a spiral staircase
Failing through, failing through,
Dont be careless love,
Be careless love.
The lamp burns down and out
Im getting pretty tired of this,
I feel so bad something might be going amiss,
I wont be there so look out for yourself
Youre getting in deep whatever you do,
Dont let me go back to sleep,
Dont be careless love,
Dont be careless love,
Dont be, dont be careless.
Saw your face in the morning paper,
Saw your body rolled up in a rug
Chopped up into two little pieces
By some thug,
Dont be careless love,
Be careless love.
But in the morning light
When I wake up again
Youre by my side and thats the way its always been,
But in the dark your mind plays funny tricks on you,
Your mind plays funny tricks on you,
Your mind plays funny tricks on you,
Dont be careless love.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Dont Be Careless Love
(mccartney/macmanus)
Burn the midnight lamp
Down until the dawn
Ill keep watch
Until Im sure youre coming home
Shadows play
And flicker on the bedroom wall
They turn into a bad dream overnight
Something could be terribly wrong
Dont be careless love
Dont be careless love
Dont be, dont be careless
In my dream youre running nowhere
Every step youve taken turns to glue
Walking down a spiral staircase
Failing through, failing through
Dont be careless love
Be careless love
The lamp burns down and out
Im getting pretty tired of this
I feel so bad
Something might be going amiss
I wont be there
So look out for yourself
Youre getting in deep whatever you do
Dont let me go back to sleep
Dont be careless love
Dont be careless love
Dont be, dont be careless
Saw your face in the morning paper
Saw your body rolled up in a rug
Chopped up into two little pieces
By some thug
Dont be careless love
Be careless love
But in the morning light
When I wake up again
Youre by my side
And thats the way its always been
But in the dark
Your mind plays funny tricks on you
Your mind plays funny tricks on you
Your mind plays funny tricks on you
Dont be careless love
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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I Am The Dawn
Sun splashed drops of sugar candy
White gold flicks of molten light
A horizon boysenberry stained
Quick to come and fast to leave
Oh fickle is the dawn
I am this ever-changing dawn
Sweet and pleasing; a lovers candy
Yet men forget how quick I leave
Fleeting as those pale beams of morning moon light
"Come and stare, " they say " at this rising sun."
They yearn a kiss of my passion red lips stained
I am the harlot you see at night, shadow stained
Most who see me don't believe I am a child of the dawn
But as my grandmother would always say all women are part sun
She knew what I couldn't see, that I was sunlit orange candy
That even those who lives are lived in midnight darkness, must have star light
She told me that some lights never leave
To watch, dream and wish and my sun would never leave
But fickle and young I became stained
I forgot what I could be with light
I never watched the rising dawn
Dreamed of clouds of soft spun candy
Or wished of flying in the warming sun
I spent my thoughts in corners hidden from beams of sun
"I bid you leave me" I would yell, "Leave! "
Then in my night a man came to me with a gift of sunlit orange candy
A man so young, I called him boy, his cheeks becoming sunrise red stained
It was like he hadn't noticed I was living night, he called me dawn
No man had ever reminded me of my light
"I am a shadow! " And he would protest, "Even shadows need light"
""But I am wicked", "Yes", he would say, "So is the sun"
"But I am fickle", "Ah and so is the dawn"
"Stop! " he shouts "enough I will not leave"
I know you think you are darkened and stained
But to me you are filled of sunlit orange candy
So glow my dawn, your love filled light
You are my toot-sweet candy, my bright and burning sun
I am your light that shall not leave; your sunrise whirl has me stained
poem by Natalie Linda Harrison
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I was disappointed, not because we had lost the war but because our people had allowed it to go on for so many years, instead of heeding the few voices of protest against all that mass insanity and slaughter.
quote by George Grosz
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The Harrows
Our harrows to a triangle would fold,
And so they'd stay until there was the need
To work the ground and harrow in the seed;
But now as warmer days replaced the cold;
As winter's icy grip released its hold,
The time had come to plant the fields that we'd
Ploughed well and deep to grow our summer feed,
As westward billowed clouds, and thunder rolled.
The harrows hitched - but then a shrill protest;
For there upon them woven neat and round
A wagtail and her mate had built their nest
And from it softly came a plaintive sound
As bravely parents chided on the wing;
And so we borrowed harrows all that spring.
Sonnet #9
© Dennis N. O'Brien,2012
poem by Dennis N. O'Brien
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Why Shouldn't We Protest?
Why shouldn't we protest
If something is wrong?
Why should we be under arrest
Just for singing a song?
Should we keep things in our chests
And let them boil and burst?
Should we forget about the freedom of speech
Which we were voting for?
Why shouldn't we protest
If we are against a certain term?
Should we be imprisoned like a bird in a nest
Just for writing a poem?
Should we through our views away like the waste
Because there is no way to present them?
Should we keep our baby ideas in their nest
Because we have no say in this game?
Why do you always think of violence
When we are talking about protest?
Why do you misinterpret poems, songs and articles
As if they are pointing fingers at someone?
If they are, well that's really a problem
But if the problem is the one being attacked
Forget about the author
The problem should be smacked.
poem by Walani Ndhlovu
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Savory
Hey angel
Consider
Your position
Framed to be consumed
Savory
Savoring
Your sympathy
Hey angel
Fly over
And bless me
See you feign surprise
Im all eyes
Youre all you
Need to be.
Hey angel
Whatever
Position
We consider fit
To put you in
Youll protest your
Complicity
Easy now
One hand will wash the other
song performed by by Deftones
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Into The Twilight
OUT-WORN heart, in a time out-worn,
Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;
Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight,
Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.
Your mother Eire is aways young,
Dew ever shining and twilight grey;
Though hope fall from you and love decay,
Burning in fires of a slanderous tongue.
Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill:
For there the mystical brotherhood
Of sun and moon and hollow and wood
And river and stream work out their will;
And God stands winding His lonely horn,
And time and the world are ever in flight;
And love is less kind than the grey twilight,
And hope is less dear than the dew of the morn.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Twilight - a time of pause when nature changes her guard. All living things would fade and die from too much light or too much dark, if twilight were not.
quote by Howard Thurman
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