Assic
An imaginary river,
An imaginary love,
White at the bottom and green at the top!
But this is like the muse of Assic my lover,
And this imagination came to me last night.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Soliloquy #3, On Imagination
so i may not be flushed out from the system
like any fecal matter
i comply with what you ask of me
i am now a flower
and behind me are blue clouds
and on my stalks
are leaves
no thorns, no worms
for you do not like them
now it is your time to love me and keep me
forever
you must pretend that you are not a worm
that you are not a relative of the thorn
now it is your time to become a bee
now you must buzz around this garden in our minds
now you must pollinate me
it is all in the imagination
imaginary bee imaginary flower
how perfect can our imaginary world become!
kiss me in my imagination
shape your thoughts like the lips of a lover
now all too hungry for my love
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My imaginary friend
My imaginary friend
Has got brown eyes
And brown hair
My imaginary friend
Is as cuddly
As polo bear
My imaginary friend
Is playful and kind
My imaginary friend
Has got a big mind
My imaginary friend
Is complete with care
My imaginary friend
Knows how to share
My imaginary friend
Is my sweetheart
My imaginary friend
Likes so much art
My imaginary friend
Is really fun
The truth is
I don’t have imaginary friend
All of this is my mum
M.Reka 2006
poem by Marinela Reka
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Imaginary Diva
Late last night I had a dream
And it was then I seen her
She didnt need no diamond rings
Fancy cars, versace things to please her
Shes my perfect girl
And I call her my imaginary diva
Every girl she passes by
Just cant deny that they would love to be her
All the guys comparing sizes
Tucking shirts in, fixing ties to please her
Shes my perfect girl
Exclusive to my world
No you cant get her
Shes my imaginary diva
Shine on imaginary diva
Shine on into this world
Join us in our imagination
Help yourself believe in all you have heard
All you have to do is close your eyes
Forget real life and fantasies
Erase bad thoughts start to replace
Create your own amazing place
Shes a real time girl
In my imaginary world
Take a good look at her
Shes my imaginary diva
Shine on imaginary diva
Shine on into this world
Join us in our imagination
Help yourself believe in all you have heard
So listen up this so called classy ladys
Sipping fizz in vip bars
She could teach a thing or to
To you, your outfit, attitude and visa
Shes my imaginary diva
Shine on imaginary diva
Shine on into this world
Join us in our imagination
Help yourself believe in all you have heard
song performed by by Westlife
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Imaginary Choices
Imaginary!
I can imagine your blessed innocence,
You muse and speculate in your imagination.
Ahh, what a relief to believe that I truly have a choice in this!
Your imagination gives me hope.
Your certainty strong,
Your judgment steadfast.
If I had your imagination, I could blush at my silliness
Give myself a swift kick and stern reproach.
They are just choices you know!
Here in the safety and innocence of your imagination.
Whence did that deviant despair blow back into my soul?
Now I’m feeling sad, a lightly sort of pout
Tuck me back in your steadfast imagination.
For my hope has run dry it seems it was only imaginary.
poem by Sarah Hughes
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Though imaginary…
Equator is an imaginary line
Around which I build the geography.
Solar signs are imaginary divisions
Around which I build the astrology.
God is an imaginary figure
Around which I build the religion.
What, if your love of me is imaginary?
Let me write volumes about you and our love.
16.12.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Real And Unreal...
in the imaginary garden
the real toads are croaking
in that imaginary room
a real person is
thinking
in that imaginary thought
some real things
are broken.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Imaginary
The imaginary power takes over the world, and the people in it.
Making minute things important, and important things unnecessary.
And so the world turns.
The imaginary status places and artificial happiness over the world, and the people in it.
Creating avoidable conflicts to arise at new magnitudes.
And so the world turns.
The imaginary wealth controls the world, and the people in it.
Presenting new desirable ideas to replace the already insufficient ones.
And so the world turns.
The imaginary need drives selfishness in the world, and the people in it.
Allowing happiness, fear, and lust to lead their lives.
And so the world turns.
This world is unfortunately not imaginary,
Going day to day with imaginary things at the center of the lives of all.
Soon the world will no longer turn.
poem by Kaitlin Schmidt
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Imaginary Dream (so Sweet Yet So Sad)
Into my life you came…unexpectedly
Deep into my heart you entered…unknowingly
In your arms I felt the warmth and comfort…tenderly
Blindly I begun to love you…gradually
You loved me back…predictably
Our life became but bliss…Spontaneously
Just like an imaginary dream so sweet yet so sad…truly
Together we enjoyed all life's joy…peacefully
Somehow we both knew we would be separated…inevitably
Until you left…finally
As time went by I waited for your return…patiently
With the promises you made I looked forward for your return…daily
But distance robbed me of you and your affection melted…suddenly
Little did I realize the wait was in vain…innocently
Our story became but an imaginary dream so sweet yet so sad…truly
At a snap of a finger I awoke to a beautiful nightmare!
Everything was but an imaginary dream, so sweet yet so sad…truly
Despite all this the love in my heart lives…unconditionally
Thus became but an imaginary dream…so sweet yet so sad eventually
poem by Claudia Nkhata
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A Marvellous Poem
A marvellous poem,
Written with great skill!
But where is my lover who left me last night?
For the imaginary style of my muse is highly rich for her;
But i will feel obliged to see her once again in my life.
Tastefully, full, fully, taste, tasteful, eat, east, at, as, tea, ate;
Butm why can't she call? ! !
Tastefully, state, sate, late, yes, say, lay, sea, seat, fall, falls;
But, who have seen her?
Tastefully, tall, stay, fat, fell, yell, tell, sell, set, sat, fast;
But, what made her leave?
Tastefully, feast, yeast, tease, ease, lease, let, last, feat, yet;
But i hope to see her once again in my life,
And like the muse of love in the land of beautiful flowers.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Metaphoric Garden...
all the while, literalism
is wished. Why bother with some
allusions? One can be direct
to the point and be
understood point-blank,
no holds bar, black is black
and white is white,
a spade is a spade is a spade,
the cause is that which the cause
is caused,
bluntly, candidly,
what the heck is this
going around the bush
and figuring out
what is hidden through
symbols and
concealed through some
metaphors....
but my dear, this
is the realm of what we want you to know
and on the other hand
we also want you not to know
so well....
and that is, precisely
this thrill, remember those imaginary
toads in the
real garden?
or those real toads in the
imaginary garden,
feel them, they are all here,
hear them, but my god, by god,
you cannot see them
here... not yet....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Patience
It's like a conversation, where no-one stops to breathe
Is it my imagination, or did God already leave the table?
Such destruction, and pure white castles in the sand
No time for introduction
With all that money changing hands
And the satellite says, Take a look at all we have
But the old man says,
You want my family, for your libertyI can't do that.
Look into the eyes of any patient man
Whether they be amber, green or blue,
There's a piece of God staring back at you
But they see our children, and the old folk fend for themselves
They see our broken women
On imaginary shelves
But the satellite says, Won't you people look at all we have?
Don't you want it?
Can't you see the things that you lack?
Children in his arms, he turns his back.
song performed by by George Michael
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Imaginary Life
She would swim with the dolphins ,
In the sea,
In her dreams there is nothing she can't do or be,
She only wants to escape reality,
And for awhile she soars free,
Imaginary life,
sometime helps her escape,
The real world that surrounds her.
With her unknown fate,
She would soar the sky,
a butterfly,
A fairy tale princess,
who is saved,
By a knight in shining armor,
Making a cold lonely night seem warmer.
Than the morning comes,
and her dreams fade.
Reality awakens her in the sunrise,
Stealing her away from her imaginary life.
When she was a child,
Fairy tales had a happy ending,
And for awhile,
It was fun pretending,
But she learns to well,
Life is no fairy tale,
Sometime a princss never becomes a queen.
Only if she closes her eyes,
She can live her dream,
in a imaginary life,
Taking her away from reality,
She would swim with the dolphins in the sea.
poem by Judy Arline Puckett
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Imaginary Friend
I had an imaginary friend.
He came to me alone.
He smiled as though he knew me well
but to me he was unknown.
My father was upset with me.
My mom said 'Let her be.'
And so my friend who played with me,
no one else could see.
In my room I'd wait for him
and when he did appear
I asked him where he came from?
He told me very near.
I asked him what his name was?
He said 'You pick a name.'
I chose the name 'Invisible'
and then we played a game.
'Now you see me. Soon you won't
but don't you worry when you don't
'Cause imaginary friends don't ever last.
They leave and go away.
Just try and remember the fun we had
forever and a day.'
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Six Fifteen In The Evening
got to go
got a class at 6: 30
and it is a long drive
to the university
just read your poem
about this Adonis thing
and the dog barking the wrong tree
and the calming down of
a car travelling on a narrow pathway
which might hit a pole
and there might be trouble
please, poems have nothing
to do with our realities, but just
imaginary gardens with
imaginary toads in them.
gtg.. i will explain later.
there is no volcano erupting
it is just about the universal
angst of the universal man in his
universal brief.
nothing grows nothing dies
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Feel the Joy
There is a day in the night
Within beautiful seeing
With the moon close and bright
In our heart times being
Every hour is staying
To times in night falling
As the wind outside´s playing
To the night and dark calling
I feel the joy within me
Where imaginary landscapes go
With the wings of heaven free
In the moonlight hours glow
Every depth has its touch
With its hours of purple sky
In the glow of heaven’s torch
As the nightfall again dies
(Chorus)
I feel the joy within me
Where imaginary landscapes go
With the wings of heaven free
In the moonlight hours glow
Nights and days are everything
In our finds and our waking
Every joy to the inside bring
With the colors of nature making
Every hour is staying
To times in night falling
As the wind outside´s playing
To the night and dark calling
(Chorus)
I feel the joy within me
Where imaginary landscapes go
With the wings of heaven free
In the moonlight hours glow
I feel the joy…
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Yes, My Poems Are Imaginary
these poems tell about despair
and who will ever like despair? you grumble
why can't these poems have
happines as its theme
a poem that like a belly dancer must entertain
weary bedouins
oasis to the thirsty camels
cool green palms to travellers whose feet are dusty
and even blistered
grass to some snakes
and trees to black birds
rest for the night
tent and wine and bread and lyre to our passions
but do not worry my friend
these poems are imaginary
like a garden existing only in our minds
we transport some toads and butterflies
and clouds and sun and tonight
let us have the moon and some glasses of strong wine
let us put our bed outside
in this garden where the moon shines
and creates the silver sheen in our happy faces
we love illusions, we can have all the illusions we need
when we are drunk, when we dance when we are finally drunk
when we even want to make love
when we are drunk & when we make love and we do not choose
whom to kiss and caress and touch an unknown body
with our hands and lips and choose
what we remember and what we do not want to remember
now i want to write
about illusory gardens and imagine despair that despair
has no place and must leave right away
let me
do not hinder me write what i want
about what i can disown
but i assure you, whatever that is, these poems
i am talking to you, as a friend, and even be a lover at the end,
even if the rest are imaginary, and fiction and illusory
i am still real amidst this grumble and rubble
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring. Imaginary good is boring; real good is always new, marvelous, intoxicating.
quote by Simone Weil
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Uncle Alvarez
Theres a portrait of uncle alvarez
Hangin in the hall
Nobody wants to look at it
But uncle alvarez sees us all
Oh, oh, oh, imaginary accomplishments
Hey, hey, hey, you visionary guy
You might even shake the hands of presidents
Better send a postcard and keep the family quiet
Hes not really a part cherokee indian
He didnt fight in the civil war
Hes just eugene isaac alvarez
We feel sorry for the wall
Oh, oh, oh, imaginary accomplishments
Hey, hey, hey, you visionary guy
You might even shake the hands of presidents
Youre gonna make em sorry when you die
And its a long way down
Youre hoping for a heart attack
Runnin around
Investing in this and that
And your beautiful wife keeps your life on a shelf for you
Safe in the bedroom
Where theres no dust or mildew
And its hard to believe you were once a beautiful dancer
Better just to shake it off
As you write your resume
Dont think of uncle alvarez
And the price he had to pay
Oh, oh, oh, imaginary accomplishments
Hey, hey, hey, you visionary guy
You might even shake the hands of presidents
Youre gonna make em sorry when you die
Oh, oh, oh, imaginary accomplishments
Hey, hey, hey, you visionary guy
You might even shake the hands of presidents
Better send some money to the alma mater
song performed by by Liz Phair
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Superman
There won't be a long distance between us
No long journey transportation or any seas to cross
Only if I had superman's power
Quite imaginary, impossible but however
I would fly fast like superman do
In an instant I would there with you.
Complete our everyday's unsatisfied talking's
Enjoy, have fun and we would be rocking
Silently look at eachother for some time, then fly to sky
Make you laugh with naughty jokes then you would be shy
So much fun we would have, with power of superman
But it is just imaginary, really not possible, damn! !
The end
poem by Sushanta Rokka
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So Much Time Has Been Wasted
to be honest with you
so much of my time has been taken by this
foolishness
so much effort
squeezing my brain and stretching my bones
and pinching my ears
and biting my fingernails
this poetry
but what can i do?
i am hooked to its whims and caprices
it imagery and
logical imagination
got no regrets somehow
i still love this 'imaginary garden with real toads in them'
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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