Get Sick
Sickness humbles.
Or better yet,
Die-
Death silences for
Life
Because you SO
Deserve to,
So hurry and rightfully claim
Yourself!
Or would you like ME
To claim it in stead?
poem by Eon Ezkiel
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Treacherous and Deceitful Liar
Oh, my love
I cheat on you not
But you believe not
You claim forgiveness
Yet regret naught
You want for everything
Yet appreciate nothing
You expect the world
Yet do not deserve it
What claim have you
To love everlasting
When you sleep around more than I?
For I trespass not
Yet you go to her every night
You think I am blind
To your faults and imperfections
Yet I do more for you than you deserve
For nothing in return
Who now is the traitorous liar?
You, who contradicts yourself with more lies
Forget nothing
For it will come back to you
Someday
poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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Step Up To Get
Claim it to name,
And want what it is changed.
Climb to the top of mountains.
Claim it to name and want it.
Reach and touch the stars above,
Step up to get it and want it.
Only you can soar or float.
Only you can row that boat.
Keep your goals and don't let go.
Claim it to name with a wanting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yet Another Wound
I had died and gone to heaven,
And then fallen from grace.
Death had changed my life forever.
It sure has several shades,
But none of those we're wont to.
What is death but for its manifestations,
Wailing, contorted face muscles and eerie silences?
Death is but another cut on the bloodied body,
No more painful no more powerful.
Only you don’t live to take another.
Men have feared death since Adam died;
They paralyze at the thought of death.
Does death deserve life as its cost?
Can death wipe out life's best?
Is it not an event equalling birth?
Lightly, welcome the relief from evils it brings.
poem by Saju Abraham
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Claim To Fame
Talk-talk, yak-yak
Watch you pull that old one track
Get it up and get it back
Making it upon your back
No space, no rent
The moneys gone, its all been spent now
Tell me bout your claim to fame
Now aint that some claim to fame
Extra, extra, read all about it now
Extra, extra, something bout a claim to fame
Ooohhh sweet mama, ooohhh sweet mama
Something bout your claim to fame
Wet lips, dry now
Ready for that old hand out, now
Aint that some claim to fame
Spaced out, spaced in
The heads round, the squares flat
Aint that some claim to fame
Now tell me aint that some claim to fame
Extra, extra, read all about it now
Extra, extra, something, something bout some claim to fame
Ooohhh-wheee sweet mama, extra, extra, something
Something bout your claim to fame
Yeah now
I said now, extra, extra
Something bout your claim to fame
I said now, extra, extra
Something bout your claim to fame
Ooohhh mama, said now, extra, extra
Something bout your claim to fame
Extra, extra, something bout a
About a, about a, something bout your claim to fame
Extra, extra, something bout a
bout a, bout a, something bout your claim to fame
Ooohhh, ooohhh sweet mama
Something bout your claim to fame
Oh, ooohhh sweet mama
Something bout your claim to fame
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Admittedly great though these reasons be, they are not the principal grounds, that is, those which may rightfully claim for themselves the privilege of the highest admiration.
quote by Giovanni Pico della Mirandola
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The Ashes Of The Dead
The ashes of the dead
the memories of the souls
are ready to rise again
They will come forth
to claim what is
rightfully theirs
They are coming
for their bodies and minds
don't close your eyes
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Bloodied Mouth
Tonight I lift your eyes from the face
and paste it on my window.
Even death cannot claim the space
reversing the age.
A bra bomber blows up herself
in a windowless cell,
to get her a name on the wall of silence,
sort of a miracle.
Roses are in bloom
perfume of your life.
Do you take for granted
a claim for the sun?
Over to next moon
I will wait for the night,
to start a turf war
for the bloodied mouth.
poem by Satish Verma
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It From Us Takes Back
What do I claim?
Nothing.
What do I name,
To label mine that I own?
Nothing.
Why am I here?
To make my presence...
One that is clear,
With my appearance.
To come and go...
With that experience!
To show those observing...
Why I deserve,
With nerve to be served!
If you have witnessed that...
Then we both can say,
All that is meant to be...
We have everything that is,
That belongs to us!
In this moment,
We trust as 'real'.
In an animation...
Providing this sensation felt!
And all that I have to give...
Is yours to be given!
Unless you choose to see this differently,
Then all that I see,
That you claim as yours and choose to be...
Has more of a significance than that?
Even though our paths cross...
Somehow we are on the same track.
And a meaning in my mind...
Yet to be defined as a fact,
To stay as is...
For an eternity that is timeless!
And time with all we say remains,
To keep...
From us takes back!
To erase all steps,
That have been selfishly placed,
To never change or deface.
What do I claim?
Nothing.
What do I name,
To label mine that I own?
Nothing.
Why am I here?
To make my presence...
One that is clear,
With my appearance.
To come and go...
With that experience!
To show those observing...
Why I deserve,
With nerve to be served!
And this...
Whether witnessed or not,
Will not stop me
To glorify
Self indulging gratifications!
'That was well spoken!
Now I will re-read it,
For clues you might have left...
To interpret a meaning,
I can comprehend.'
Sounds good!
And when you find one...
Share it with me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lazarus And A Rich Man
What meaning can you find
in a Rich Man and Lazarus
both remembered lived died?
The rich man had already received
his reward in wealth luxury lived
could not forsake now for heaven.
Jesus allowed sickness
death to claim Lazarus
proved from death Lazarus
could be resurrected
from the memorial tomb
after dead four days
Jesus had told his disciples
outspokenly “Lazarus has died,
and I rejoice on your account
that I was not there, in
order for YOU to believe.” John 11: 13-15.
Jesus had said to his disciples
“This sickness is not
with death as its object,
but for the glory of God,
in order that the Son of God
may be glorified through it.” John 11: 4.
Jesus raised Lazarus
from the dead
by the will of God
who sent forth Jesus. John 11: 41-42.
Jesus has said
“I am the resurrection
and the life. He that
exercises faith in me, even
though he dies,
will come to life; ” John 11: 25.
when we encounter
poor suffering people
we are encountering
people who are enduring
the same life that Jesus lived;
in pure ransom sacrifice died
for; and as for me I have chosen;
better a tin shack in heaven
than a mansion in hell for eternity.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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You Made Me Just Another Stepping Stone
You claim to be all alone.
You made me just another stepping stone.
What are you trying to conquer?
Do you see the pearly gates laying beneath all that money?
Why cant you do what you love?
Is it really asking to much?
You claim to be all alone.
You made me just another stepping stone.
Is this something I'm suppose to condone.
No I won't.
No please don't.
Your starting to cry.
I can see the tears in your eyes.
This is the hardest goodbye I will ever know.
And all you can say is so, so, so what get f*cked.
You claim to be all alone.
You made me just another stepping stone.
I'm sorry but that's all gone.
The manipulation has become extremely aggravating.
No more deviations from the here and now.
I don't need the why.
For greed is the credence for it all.
Yet you still explain away.
Like I will again be the sucker of the day.
You seem vexed.
Its not that complex.
I just don't give a sh*t.
Not no more.
Not like before.
I cant believe in illusions so fake that if I touch them they might just break.
You claim to be all alone.
You made me just another stepping stone.
The seeds have been sewn.
The bait has been set. In this trap I wonder who you will get.
Will you ever love and regret.
In your eyes we met.
It was a flirtatious bet.
Words were said.
Somehow we ended up in together.
You said forever as you were trying to use me till I had nothing left.
But I knew, and I told you it just doesn't work that way.
Listen to the words I say.
You claim to be all alone.
You made me just another stepping stone.
Just another stepping stone.
So be alone and ask nothing more of me.
Please don't lie and say you loved me.
Antagonistic and unrealistic.
You claim to be all alone, all alone.
You made me just another stepping stone.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Flying Blind
You must conform or when you die
you may not enter paradise
I won’t conform I’ll tell you why.
I don’t believe the blatant lies
of priests who claim to speak for God.
Each claim their way’s the only way.
In fact I find it very odd
that they believe or so they say.
In tolerance and charity
which all of them profess to teach
To me it is hypocrisy
not to practice that which you preach
But sadly there some who will
although they are forbidden to.
Set out determinedly to kill
all those who hold a different view.
I do not claim to speak for god
nor do I claim to speak for you.
Though you may find my beliefs odd
in my view you’re entitled to.
I will not try to convert you
or force you to accept my view
Because my friend I’m flying blind
like every last one of you.
16-Jul-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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My Life Is Fast
Life has death due to sickness,
Ephemeral life contains death at the end
Of sickness.
Dulcet living spreads with a dalliance,
Forcing me and others to die.
I mean eloquence rules, and life rules death,
Always forgetting bubbles of dishonour.
A comely idea springs to the foreground
With stately appearance, not like lagoons
But like topaz, or diamonds, or rubies all-red.
An ineffable pride, slung on your back,
Creeps up more, and more, and more.
Life has turned into death as fast as the soul.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Heart
Temperamental in
Its functioning
In losing itself
Whom to blame?
Whom to claim?
What to gain?
What to claim?
A never resolved dilemma
Ticks in the air...
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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It Doesn't Come Easy
Into a zone I own and claim.
And not only am I featured...
But I'm there in every scene.
Into a zone I own and claim.
And it took me quite a while,
To establish my own style.
It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall at all.
No matter who depicts,
What the picture represents.
It doesn't come easy...
To decide and get the nerve to play ball.
With thoughts of getting rid,
Of any suspect competition.
Into a zone I own and claim.
With thoughts of getting rid,
Of any suspect competition.
Into a zone I own and claim.
With thoughts of getting rid,
Of any suspect competition.
It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall at all.
No matter who depicts,
What the picture represents.
So many find their comforts in like minds.
Hoping that all will agree,
To their wants and spoiled needs.
Into a zone I own and claim.
With thoughts of getting rid,
Of any suspect competition.
Into a zone I own and claim.
With thoughts of getting rid,
Of any suspect competition.
It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall at all.
No matter who depicts,
What the picture represents.
Into a zone I own and claim.
It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall at all.
Into a zone I own and claim.
It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall at all.
Into a zone I own and claim.
It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall at all.
It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall...
At all.
At all.
At all.
It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall...
At all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many Are The People
I see a tree.
But knowing what it goes through,
On a daily basis to be a tree...
I can't say I know.
Therefore,
A knowing about it...
I can not prove or show.
I see squirrels, birds, cats and dogs,
On a daily basis...
To be what is perceived are animals.
Are they more or less intelligent than you,
Or me?
I can not claim to know this.
None have I met to chat with personally.
And that applies to people.
Many are the people with different ethnicities.
Many are their languages spoken,
And only fluent am I in one of these.
With a labelling by races and religious philosophies.
But can I claim to know them?
Not really. That would be too presumptuous of me.
But there are those who claim to know,
What is unseen.
They claim to know what others do,
Without having them on the scene.
Walk down any street anywhere and hear folks say,
Something about someone else to belittle and demean.
And not know one thing about them but they do it anyway.
Many are the people who would have others believe,
They know everything about someone else...
Including their history.
And these very same people are the reason why,
There is confusion and chaos in other people's lives...
From an ignorance known that shows.
And that fact should be prioritized as an agenda to realize.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Come Back my Rose
I am reading the death of a
rose,
One say your rose has gone,
Two denied it's back with
no-one,
Three come to claim with its blame,
No-one has seen what i see,
When I miss One tells me I am
in a mess,
I tried to go but Two assure it
don't flee,
I began to think if it was a
loss,
A loss to miss who never tries
to feel,
Three came to say who dare to
claim without a feel,
A rose is a rose everyday and
every night,
The rose is a rose and was
always a rose,
So, , theory now goes to spread
the light,
The dear only knows what
will next prove a rose,
I want to say but no-one to
blame,
The death had gone and the
Red has become,
So, , come back my rose from
wherever you have gone, ,
..
poem by John Nabeeh Nmr
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The limit is not as narrow as it might be. I do not claim for this action, as it now goes on, an ideal degree of efficiency. What I do claim is that this type of competition already reveals its nature and its ultimate power to hold seeming monopolies in check.
quote by John Bates Clark
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But to be the Vicar of Christ, to claim to exercise his prerogatives on earth, does involve a claim to his attributes, and therefore our opposition to Popery is opposition to a man claiming to be God.
quote by Charles Hodge
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I am not going to claim that modern anarchism has any direct relation to Roman jurisprudence; but I do claim that it has its basis in the laws of nature rather than in the state of nature.
quote by Herbert Read
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I Am Sorry
I AM SORRY FOR EVER HURTING YOU
MY MISTAKE WAS TO NEVER UNDERSTAND YOU
NOW I FEEL SO SORRY
GUILTY I FEEL AND HAVE NO WORDS TO EXPLAIN
I DESERVE NOT LIFE BUT DEATH
FOR HURTING YOU SO MANY TIMES, I AM SO SORRY
JUST SIMPLY DEATH I DESERVE
I CANNOT BE CALLED GOOD
ALTHOUGH, NOW I AM TRYING TO BE VERY GOOD
IT IS NOT TO HAVE YOU BACK
SINCE, I CAN NEVER HAVE YOU BACK
ALL THAT I WANT TO SAY IS THAT YOU WERE GOOD
I WAS BAD, ALWAYS WAS VERY BAD
DESERVE I DO NOT TO BE ALIVE
ONLY MY DEATH CAN EVER FIX MY LIFE
A SLICE OF MY BLOOD WILL BRING ME CLOSER TO DEATH
NOT WRITING THIS TO IMPRESS YOU
ONLY TRYING TO REPENT THE MISTAKES I MADE
TRYING TO LEARN AS I REGRET IN FAILING TO LOVE YOU
MY MISTAKE WAS LETTING YOU GO
BUT COULD I STOP YOU
EVEN IF I WANTED?
poem by Rohit Sapra
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