The Thirst
How to quell one's thirsting wish
is not an easy quest.
It does not happen overnight
and it offers you no rest.
One must be patient and persevere
and allow for time to pass.
Take up knitting or puzzle fitting
and pray your brain will last.
And do you want the thirst to leave
by filling it with bitter drink?
Better to keep on thirsting.
Better not to think.
So I'll keep on wishing
and play the wanton role.
And if life can't excuse me,
I'll be forgiven by my soul.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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And With This Thirsting Craved
With a thirsting craved.
And a hunger of desire...
They believed,
In achieving.
And needed this done...
To satisfy,
What they felt inside.
With a discipline uncommon,
They met and rid themselves...
Of obstacles.
And affirmed success,
Would be theirs!
Or they would not rest.
With this thirsting craved.
And with this thirsting craved,
Everyday there were dues to pay.
And naysayers with nothing positive to say...
But would not get in the way of those who craved.
Those who stayed focused night and day, praying!
Until nothing but Sun would beam from their faces!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mabel Osborne
Your red blossoms amid green leaves
Are drooping, beautiful geranium!
But you do not ask for water.
You cannot speak! You do not need to speak --
Everyone knows that you are dying of thirst,
Yet they do not bring water!
They pass on, saying:
"The geranium wants water."
And I, who had happiness to share
And longed to share your happiness;
I who loved you, Spoon River,
And craved your love,
Withered before your eyes, Spoon River --
Thirsting, thirsting,
Voiceless from chasteness of soul to ask you for love,
You who knew and saw me perish before you,
Like this geranium which someone has planted over me,
And left to die.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Overnight They Want The 'Info
Overnight they want the 'secret',
From one they have seen has achieved.
Overnight they want the 'info'...
As if what has been done,
Will make it easy for them to succeed.
Isn't that always the case?
Someone labors years alone,
Dedicated and toiling through heartaches.
Applies devotion when jokes are thrown.
Then 'suddenly' the one that is mocked,
Establishes a name...
And becomes well known.
Overnight they want the 'secret',
From one they have seen has achieved.
Overnight they want the 'info'...
As if what has been done,
Will make it easy for them to succeed.
Isn't that always the case?
People will sit back and procrastinate.
Exaggerating what it is they 'wish' to do.
But doing 'nothing' on a daily basis...
Yet spend time critiquing with attitude.
Then time slips from them through their hands,
And when this is realized...
They then want to take a stand.
Wishing from someone,
To show them how things are done.
But absent of patience to listen to anyone!
Overnight they want the 'secret',
From one they have seen has achieved.
Overnight they want the 'info'...
As if what has been done,
Will make it easy for them to succeed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drink It In
How many days are left
And what to spend them on
Should I keep working
Or sit and marvel at the sky
I think about your skin
Your fragile skin
The heaven of life we're living in
Drink it in, drink it in deeper
I pray a life your soul to keep
Drink it in, drink it in
Pink clouds scatter
My heart beats clear
For all the hearts that I hold dear all
Drink it in, drink it in deeper
I pray a life your soul to keep
Drink it in, drink it in deeper
I pray a life your soul to keep
Drink it in, drink it in
Drink it in, drink it in
song performed by by Heather Nova
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Wishing long live the butterflys
Wishing you were free
Wishing going wherever you see
Wishing life isnt plain
Wishing you have no pain
Wishing you can breath
Wishing you cant leave
Wishing you can stay
Wishing you can fly
Wishing you have the whole day
Wishing to watch the clouds pass by
Wishing you were a butterfly
Iong live that butterfly
poem by Fading Heart
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The last Garrison
the shadow
have cover me all the
rubble and soak
my brain in the dried land,
where can I cool myself
in the rainbow of dunes, as I leave
my trouble dream
to rest
trigger to jump
in the quest of the sand,
where my tears
call and shout for fear, let be
the end of my journey
welcome the paradise of hope
to breathe in the
Lilies of beauty and silent in
the grave
Sailor
my destiny and capture
my quest in the mountain of
Cedar In the valley of the living,
the eagerness
of thirst satisfied my Longing
to see you again in the dark ages
of time
tell me, my desire
has leave my self to end
the passion of
Zeal to rebuild again of once
it’s gone …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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Instigator
Escalations,
Appear in their sights.
Warmongers hunger to incite fights.
Determined to burn with precise agitation!
Aggrevating civilizations...
With more repeated irritation.
An instigator like a cancer spreads.
Thirsting on conflicts,
To leave many dead!
Mourning victims with salutes and praises.
Something is in the water,
To daze their crazed heads!
Mourning victims,
With salutes and hollow praises...
Something is in that drinking water drank.
Affecting their minds and dazing their heads!
An instigator like a cancer spreads.
Thirsting on conflicts,
To leave many dead!
An instigator
Instigating
Instigations fed!
Escalations,
Appear in their sights.
Warmongers hunger to incite fights.
Determined to burn with precise agitation!
Aggrevating civilizations...
With more repeated irritation.
An instigator
Instigating
Instigations fed!
An instigator like a cancer spreads.
Thirsting on conflicts,
To leave many dead!
An instigator
Instigating
Instigations fed!
Thirsting on conflicts,
To leave many dead!
This one never sleeps at all.
With infested instigations...
Snuggled up and brought to bed!
An instigator like a cancer spreads.
Thirsting on conflicts,
To leave many dead!
Mourning victims with salutes and praises.
Something is in the water,
To daze their crazed heads!
An instigator
Instigating
Instigations fed!
Something is in the water,
To daze their crazed heads!
Thirsting on conflicts,
To leave many dead!
An instigator
Instigating
Instigations fed!
Escalations,
Appear in their sights.
Warmongers hunger to incite fights.
Determined to burn with precise agitation!
Aggrevating civilizations...
With more repeated irritation.
An instigator like a cancer spreads.
Thirsting on conflicts,
To leave many dead!
Mourning victims with salutes and praises.
Something is in the water,
To daze their crazed heads!
An instigator repeatedly...
Will ensure all nerves are on edge!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Puzzle
friends are like a puzzle
fitting together in so many ways
sometimes it seems like a piece is missing
sometimes it seems like everythings just right
sometimes it seems like things are falling apart
friendship like a puzzle is hard to figure out
sometimes puzzle pieces disappear
and sometimes they never come back
so my puzzle, your puzzle, our puzzle must be completed
there is only one thing that can complete the puzzle
a piece of every friends heart
our puzzle is what holds us together
my puzzle is complete
all friends are happy
all hearts are here
the friendship puzzle is complete
poem by by unknown author
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Easy Livin
This is a thing I have
Never known before
Its called easy livin
This is a place ive
Never seen before
And Ive been forgiven
Easy livin and Ive been forgiven
Since youve taken
Your place in my heart
Somewhere along the lonely road
I had tried to find you
Day after day on that windy road
I had walked behind you
Easy livin and Ive been forgiven
Since youve taken
Your place in my heart
Waiting, watching
Wishing my whole life away
Dreaming, thinking
Ready for my happy day
And some easy livin
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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A Yearning Heart
My heart is a yearning heart.
A yearning heart for more of what it wishes it had
My heart is a thirsting heart
A thirsting heart for what it once had
My heart is a hungering heart
A hungering heart for what it believes it can have
My heart, yearning, thirsting, hungering for.....T. L. O. M.L
poem by Smile Henry
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That Beat
(berry/buck/mills/stipe)
(that beat, that beat, that beat)
Eastern calls from way out wherever
Away I go, anchored in that beat
Thirsting for us too, threes a no man, but
(chorus)
Remember, call that beat
Remember, call that beat
Finger lead them up, crime to rape the beat
Thirsting for us too, threes a no man, but
(repeat chorus 2x)
Finger lead them up (up), crime to rape the beat
Thirsting for us too (too), threes a no man, but
(repeat chorus 2x)
song performed by by REM
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Drink From This Cup, Thirst Not In Afterlife
Will you drink freely my friend,
of the spirits, wine, or the ale?
Until you fall upon measured,
large drink stomach bloated.
Senseless in drunkard’s bowl,
like the dead beached whale.
Will you be in cups late into the night?
Thirsty traveller lingers at such a sight.
How soon, you thirst again, your ever bitter dry,
for aching head, it is hard, to gaze up into the sky.
There is a cup, of pure water, a cup of pure life,
all who drink from this cup, will thirst not, in afterlife.
Thus we chose
waters of intoxication.
In this world or
waters of life in the next.
One kills body soul
one prepares for resurrection.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Overnight Angels
(ian hunter)
In the heat of the indian summer
Out along the appalachian way
You can hear the sound of the overnight angels
As they pray
Charged by the light of some mariners lantern
Spitting out a cold but triangular spray
Cant you hear the screams of the overnight angels
As they play
Talking to the spirits through a silver curtain
Reaching out beyond the length of the light
You can catch a glimpse of an overnight angel
As he shines
Dancing through the toys of the dead and the living
Laughing at the poets changing their rhymes
Cant you feel the pulse of the overnight angels
Beating time
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels
Children of the junkies led the revolution
Push yourselves over get yourselves there
Someone throw their arms round the overnight angels
Cause they care
Angels dont need no phony religion
Throw them out along with the ethnic nowheres
They will never speak to the overnight angels
They can only stare
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels angels
Angels angels angels angels
Angels angels angels angels
Angels angels angels angels
Overnight angels
Overnight angels
Talking about
The overnight angels
(fade)
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Evening
Oh! thou bright-beaming god, the plains are thirsting,
Thirsting for freshening dew, and man is pining;
Wearily move on thy horses--
Let, then, thy chariot descend!
Seest thou her who, from ocean's crystal billows,
Lovingly nods and smiles?--Thy heart must know her!
Joyously speed on thy horses,--
Tethys, the goddess, 'tis nods!
Swiftly from out his flaming chariot leaping,
Into her arms he springs,--the reins takes Cupid,--
Quietly stand the horses,
Drinking the cooling flood.
Now from the heavens with gentle step descending,
Balmy night appears, by sweet love followed;
Mortals, rest ye, and love ye,--
Phoebus, the loving one, rests!
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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One More Day
Last night I had a crazy dream
A wish was granted just for me
It could be for anything
I didnt ask for money
Or a mansion in malibu
I simply wished, for one more day with you
Chorus
One more day
One more time
One more sunset, maybe Id be satisfied
But then again
I know what it would do
Leave me wishing still, for one more day with you
First thing Id do, is pray for time to crawl
Then Id unplug the telephone
And keep the tv off
Id hold you every second
Say a million I love yous
Thats what Id do, with one more day with you
Chorus
Leave me wishing still, for one more day
Leave me wishing still, for one more day
song performed by by Diamond Rio
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If They Knew
Ask anyone who is hungry.
And thirsting from it until it hurts.
Whether or not they have concerns,
If the food delivered to provide them nourishment...
Had been grown in Muslim or Christian dirt.
Or which part of the Earth,
Did it rain upon first...
To supply them with water to drink!
Ask anyone who is hungry.
And many in this position,
What it is they think...
About those who decide...
To incite into their divisions.
Ask them if they would rather not...
Feed to eat or sip to drink,
If they knew what to them had not been known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Comes For Me So Easy
If it was not easy for me to give...
You would have never known my face.
Or the appearance of it shown,
As often.
I do not try to grace you with impressions.
This is who I am.
Being me with you in my thoughts.
Being me wishing to offer to you,
Something from my heart.
Something that is genuine...
You will know from the start.
And it comes for me so easy!
Just like the breath I breathe.
Just like a tree that is there,
For what it does.
For what it offers.
For what it is.
There to give!
I want you to be aware you can depend on me.
But I don't want you to think of me as an obligation.
Waiting there from you to receive.
Not me.
I appreciate you too much.
You are life.
I want you to think of me,
As being there...
Easy!
As a part of who you are!
Since you will always be,
There for me to give.
And I can't think of any opportunity,
That comes to me as easy.
Knowing my life,
Means more than just for me to live...
With you making it easy,
For me to give!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here's to the Maiden of Bashful Fifteen
Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen;
Here's to the widow of fifty;
Here's to the flaunting extravagant quean,
And here's to the housewife that's thrifty.
Chorus
Let the toast pass,--
Drink to the lass,
I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
Here's to the charmer whose dimples we prize;
Now to the maid who has none, sir:
Here's to the girl with a pair of blue eyes,
And here's to the nymph with but one, sir.
Chorus
Let the toast pass,--
Drink to the lass,
I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
Here's to the maid with a bosom of snow;
Now to her that's as brown as a berry:
Here's to the wife with her face full of woe,
And now to the damsel that's merry.
Chorus
Let the toast pass,--
Drink to the lass,
I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
For let 'em be clumsy, or let 'em be slim,
Young or ancient, I care not a feather;
So fill a pint bumper quite up to the brim,
And let us e'en toast them together.
Chorus
Let the toast pass,--
Drink to the lass,
I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
poem by Richard Brinsley Sheridan
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Piece of Mind...
oh! dry spill water my spell, thirst fill the
hill, dying but, not sipping in the mud, of
everybody’s mad
walk down the silent rope, the vintage line
comes to troops, marching toward and forward
the pieces of proof readied lying to dirt, to end,
to burnt with nothing to lost, now delay my flesh,
until I survive
leave me not, collapse thirst watering holes
dying for a little dropp to drink, full yet! emptied
grasping hands sake of a thirsting lips, a losing,
breathe of the sky await, stay clouds that tears
the eyes is falling to the ground
Its must be the curtain drops of tears, that open
the gate I always say I love goodbye, fulfill
working destiny and let no one regret your lasting
feet slaking throat, that raining days has to be
free
washing those silent feet of cleaning, the wet has
just leaves the sandstone to gain, sip ….
A poem dedicated to 2010 drought …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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A Drink
With glass, I am a man – or so I think! –
A role to play when blessed with courtly drink:
A gin or two, then vintage port or wine
To pep me up and gift me with a shine.
I know it’s false, as I now must depend
Upon my daily shots with open end.
Insidious, it all becomes routine
To beg a drink each day for self-esteem.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Life life life life life life is drink
Life life life life life life the brink
Life life life life life life is drink
Life life life life life life the brink
Life life life life life life is drink
Life life life life life life the brink
Life life life life is on the brink
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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