Rondeau: Retrogressive
A sea squirt's life in larval state
is freely shaped to emigrate.
So nerve cord, tail and tadpole vim
allow one day and night to swim,
a precious chance to vacillate.
A simple eye to navigate
seeks vacant coral real estate.
The choice begins events which dim
a sea squirt's life.
The cord and eye dissociate,
ascidian will vegetate.
The oscillating heart in slim
reflection of life's former whim,
will alternate it's flow to sate
a sea squirt's life.
poem by Diane Hine
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Smooth....
you squirt like a squid
holy squirt, black splash
to a green sea
you squirt everything like a
filthy squid
everything to the greenish
portion of the sea
all the anemones sigh
sea corals dance
all spawns of womanhood
spread all over the
vast green
on the surface the object
of your desire is half-nude
fishing a dream
you never for once told him
about your hidden song
he is smooth, cool, able bodied
all the while wanting to catch you
and take you home
alive.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The juvenile sea squirt wanders through the sea searching for a suitable rock or hunk of coral to cling to and make its home for life. For this task, it has a rudimentary nervous system. When it finds its spot and takes root, it doesn't need its brain anymore so it eats it!
quote by Daniel Dennett
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The Weepers
The weeping of lovers crowds us
Inside the island of despair,
Forming weeds and algae of beauty,
Internal collisions desire us.
Potions bind their love with our
Throats that dry everyday.
Squirt anger at the beasts of fire,
As they squirt the blood in the veins.
Open the gateways of death,
Internal mysteries ally with us.
The wept diamonds sparkle
As the eyes made me one,
Like special worry of containers
Filled by the chastity of men and women
Who seek pleasures and damage.
The weeping of love ingrains in us
The heat, through and through.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Going Out To The Garden
Going out to the garden
this morning
to plant seeds
for my winter greens
-the strong, fiery mustard
& the milder
broadleaf turnip-
I saw a gecko
who
like the rest of us
has been
reeling
from the heat.
Geckos like heat
I know this
but the heat
these last few days
has been excessive
for us
& for them.
A spray of water
from the hose
touched its skin:
I thought it would
run away.
There are crevices
aplenty
to hide in:
the garden wall
is made of stones.
But no
not only
did the gecko
not run away
it appeared
to raise
its eyes
& head
looking for more.
I gave it.
Squirt after
squirt
of cooling
spray
from the green
garden hose.
Is it the end
of the world?
It seemed to ask.
This bliss,
is it Paradise?
I bathed it
until we were both
washed clean
of the troubles
of this world
at least for this moment:
this moment of pleasure
of gecko
joy
as I with so much happiness
played Goddess
to Gecko.
poem by Alice Walker
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This is unexpected... like squirt from aggressive grapefruit.
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Life...life...life..
life is where ever we stand for it
life is just a simple journey
life is what we make it
life is no nothing if we silent about it
life is crush if we turn the wrong path
life is very serious if we choose wrongly
life will not come if not in search
life is easy if we know which kind I overcome
real life is very simple
it all matters very happy we just need to understand the problem of the future
real life is very exciting
life is SWEET.
A Dialogue Betwixt Cordanus And Amoret, On A Lost Heart
Cord. Distressed pilgrim, whose dark clouded eyes
Speak thee a martyr to love's cruelties,
Whither away?
Amor. What pitying voice I hear,
Calls back my flying steps?
Cord. Pr'ythee, draw near.
Amor. I shall but say, kind swain, what doth become
Of a lost heart, ere to Elysium
It wounded walks?
Cord. First, it does freely flye
Into the pleasures of a lover's eye;
But, once condemn'd to scorn, it fetter'd lies,
An ever-bowing slave to tyrannies.
Amor. I pity its sad fate, since its offence
Was but for love. Can tears recall it thence?
Cord. O no, such tears, as do for pity call,
She proudly scorns, and glories at their fall.
Amor. Since neither sighs nor tears, kind shepherd, tell,
Will not a kiss prevail?
Cord. Thou may'st as well
Court Eccho with a kiss.
Amor. Can no art move
A sacred violence to make her love?
Cord. O no! 'tis only Destiny or Fate
Fashions our wills either to love or hate.
Amor. Then, captive heart, since that no humane spell
Hath power to graspe thee his, farewell.
Cord. Farewell.
Cho. Lost hearts, like lambs drove from their folds by fears,
May back return by chance, but not by tears.]
poem by Richard Lovelace
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The Squirtgun Uncle Maked Me
Uncle Sidney, when he wuz here,
Maked me a squirtgun out o' some
Elder-bushes 'at growed out near
Where wuz the brickyard--'way out clear
To where the toll-gate come!
So when we walked back home again,
He maked it, out in our woodhouse where
Wuz the old workbench, an' the old jack-plane,
An' the old 'pokeshave, an' the tools all lay'n'
Ist like he wants 'em there.
He sawed it first with the old hand-saw;
An' nen he peeled off the bark, an' got
Some glass an' scraped it; an' told 'bout Pa,
When _he_ wuz a boy an' fooled his Ma,
An' the whippin' 'at he caught.
Nen Uncle Sidney, he took an' filed
A' old arn ramrod; an' one o' the ends
He screwed fast into the vise; an' smiled,
Thinkin', he said, o' when he wuz a child,
'Fore him an' Pa wuz mens.
He punched out the peth, an' nen he put
A plug in the end with a hole notched through;
Nen took the old drawey-knife an' cut
An' maked a handle 'at shoved clean shut
But ist where yer hand held to.
An' he wropt th'uther end with some string an' white
Piece o' the sleeve of a' old tored shirt;
An' nen he showed me to hold it tight,
An' suck in the water an' work it right
An' it 'ud ist squirt an' squirt!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Remember The Day.
[remember the day]
when fighting meant your little brother not sharing his cookie?
[remember the day]
when loving someone was as simple as a good hello?
[remember the day]
when war meant playing with squirt guns in the back yard?
[remember the day]
when a tree house could be an escape from reality?
[remember the day]
When pain meant a simple paper cut?
[remember the day]
Because now that day is gone.
poem by Ray Bambara
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Life Is A Dance For You To Dance To
Life is every where
Life
Life is a challenge
Life is a gift
Life is a chance
Life is a tragedy
Life is lonely
Life is pain
Life is full of frustration
Life is a mystery
Life is love
Life is made of hurt
Life is not a bed of roses
Life is a dance for you to dance
Life is every state of mind
What is life?
Life is a puzzle, solve it
Life is full of unexpected
Life is unexplainable
Life.
poem by Emily Wimetal
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Life Is Everywhere
Life is like a train,
but it is too much of pain.
Life has ups and downs,
which are totally round.
Life is like a pain,
each key has different sound.
Life is full of dreams,
as you want to deem.
Life is full of hope,
with the various scope.
Life is smile,
which last for while.
Life is like a dice,
which gives us many chance.
Life is like flower and sea,
which makes it melody.
Life is like a rainbow,
with full of different color show.
Life is so precious,
preserve it.
Life is a chance,
make use of it.
Life is lonely.
I'm life, You are life, We are life.
poem by Vinay Nagrani
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Spark To Elder
Standing at the fireside,
The spark of life I eyed,
Flying into the night air.
Wind blowing her hair;
Boarding awaiting mare,
To ride without any care;
Into life’s clouds she slid,
A new life at desires bid.
An Ivory Palace enwalled;
No thoughts now recalled.
Tied by life’s silver cord,
To this worlds great hoard;
Not to live another’s will,
True to all things be real.
To sow whatever she may;
Reaping some future day,
With every action made,
Life’s debt she has paid.
Returning to the fireside;
Newest elder with pride!
poem by Joseph Blitch
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Life is.....
Life is a chance
Make use out of it
Life is beautiful
Admire it
Life is happiness
Enjoy it
Life is a dream
Make it reality
Life is a challenge
Take it
Life is a responsibility
Do it
Life is a game
Play with it
Life is a promise
Keep it
Life is sadness
Overcome it
Life is a song
Sing it
Life is a tragedy
Face it
Life is an adventure
Go through it
Life is a luck
Take it
Life is so precious
Preserve it
Life is life
So
STRIVE FOR IT
poem by Sarah Ally
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The Life of One
The life of one is good
The life of one is bad
The life of one is glad
The life of one is sad
The life of one smiles
The life of one cries
The life of one see's the brightness of the sun
The life of one see's the dust rolling of there shoes
The life of one see's the beutifull of the night sky
The life of one see's the horror of darkness in the night
The life of one see's the beutifull in people
The life of one see's the ugly in people
The life of one is happy
The life of one is lost
The life of one is in attention
The life of one doesnt give a shit
The life of one cares for others
The life of one acts like he/she dont know you
The life of one see's the birds singing threw out the day
The life of one see's the shallows of the underworld
The life of one see's the wolrds happenings
The life of one see's the nothing at all
The life of one see's the person in you
The life of one see's the flow of nothing
The life is just life
poem by Marcos Chavez
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Squirt a Little Seltzer
When life gets too serious
When the fun seems to have flown
When mystery’s no longer mysterious
When the daily grind has ground to the bone
Just….
Sing a little song
Dance a little dance
Squirt a little seltzer
Down your pants
And if there’s no light
At the end of the tunnel
If you feel squeezed e’er so tight
As if poured through the end of a funnel
Just…
Stick a big red ball on the end of your nose
Paint a big red smile to the tip of your eye
Stand on one foot and strike a ridiculous pose
Plop your face smack into a big ol’ cream pie
When life makes you just want to lie in bed
When makin’ a livin’ seems impossibly tough
When feelin’ kinda green about bein’ in the red
You’ve got to do as I do and say “enough is enough”
And just…
Sing a little song
Do a little dance
Spritch a little seltzer
Down your pants
poem by David Whalen
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Exactly How It Is
Did Jesus look you in the eyes?
The Gospel is a pack of lies.
Everything's a compromise.
Only senile men are wise,
The game is over, the laughter dies,
Love's just a squirt between the thighs.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Living Choice
Its deep in heart that felt repeatedly
about a being in time and space
that follow the laws of nature
Betwixt the stimulus and response
a space and time that can defy the nature and destiny
defines the state of being
in the form of choice
Choice lies before us at every moment in life
to chart the direction of life
Else the chance will takeover the course
subordinating to the flow of nature
With choice in your hand
begin the passion to reach the destiny
Raise the motivation to be better
Unleash the talents required
That take the life towards evolution
pushing the human race ahead of the present existence
poem by Prakash Rao Sunchu
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Prelude To Joanie
At first we three thought
twas the biblical cord of life
Then noticing twas connected to his head
How strange, not to believed
I reached out to feel, and the ponys eyes opened
The cord got hard, the head looked around
And you know who pushed and gushed
The waters of life
First two hooved feet, then the shine of his fur
But at first to my eyes only
Feather - feathers - wings
The butterflies flew up in such colors
Exploding all around us
The rest I did not see - till there he stood - all eyes in wonder
Who me - who you
Look
song performed by by Aerosmith
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My Star is all Back Again,
My Star is all back again,
My Star is all back again,
Iam reflecting my picture through flames to see Truth,
Ofcourse mankind hast done more than Enough,
My Star is reflected from most Events,
That we can Surpass all that is Evil,
We are able to see Blessedness from Life,
Life and the Grace of God will bring back Love,
Iam not waiting for another choice,
But that I may reflect where I came from,
This is the choice that I had,
I can perceive all Clearly,
That my Timing is all a FLOW of events,
We are moving so fast whilst mankind is Ignoring facts and Truth's about Life.
poem by Abdul Karim
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A Variation Of The Other Poem
when you are about
to squirt
and finish half of it
bad luck
blackout comes
the poem
gets half-cooked
and you
go upstairs
and sleep on
the bamboo bed
eyes staring
at the ceiling
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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