And If There Be Peace....
and if there be peace,
it lies in this...
when stars collide,
and turtles bump in the night.
when the stray cat sleeps
in the homeless man's arms.
when the poet
becomes the poem....
when the carpenter
creates the world,
and the farmer divides
the land from the sea.
when the candle exultant,
lights itself....
and the wind puts it out
with a kiss...
when friends speak the language of ears,
and follow unmarked trails to nearness.
when the song becomes the grunt,
of life born inside itself.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The First Poem by The First Poet
i'm intrigued by the ur-poem
by allan j saywell
entitled grunt
which is
the first poem
by the first poet:
grunt
how do we know he was a poet
saywell he say so
but think about how
it happened
one day Grunt
for that was his name
listened
to himself saying grunt
and thought
that's quite a nice sound
if I say it carefully
it's got a sorta music to it
so he spent the rest of the day
giving it a swing
and a ring
and a dingadingding
his First Lady
(Laura)
liked it and smiled
and said
Grunty dear
although as a man
you're gorilla-dust and
although you still walk like a bush
that's music to my big ears
poets sure know
how to please a girl
and she gave him a big wet lippy kiss
the rest is pre-history
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Save The Sea Turtles
Turtles follow the light of the moon,
Lay their eggs in the lagoon.
Humans have so many lights,
Hurts sea turtles late at night.
11,000 endangered and threatened
“turtles of the sea”
Please keep your outside lights off please.
Have a motion detector to protect your place,
Keep Sea Turtles alive and safe.
Go to www.seaturtlesspacecoast.org
help sea turtles weather the storm.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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A Poem's Language
a poem has it's own language
if a poet uses the glamour of the language
in his poem...the language
would stand out
if a poet shows his versatality over the language
in his poem...the poet
would stand out
the poet and the language should
lose themselves in the poem...for
the poem to speak it's own language
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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When Two Worlds Collide
Shots ring out in paris, the bells ring out in rome
Your photos in the paper, buy youre getting old
Footsteps in the carpark hes the governor of the night
The omens say crime dont pay but each dog has its price
When two worlds collide
The tears well inside
When two worlds collide
A boy is found in naples, his bodys in a ditch
His young life counts for nothing when somebodys getting rich
Theres flowers on the table, he sips water she drinks wine
And I dont think that mercy is the language of our time
When two worlds collide
The teardrops inside
When two worlds collide
You break me up inside
Backstreet of chicago a black man plays the gold
Theres a man on every corner says hed like to buy your soul
Bhuddists in the temple, bullets in the night
Steeping out of their world, into your world, into mine
In the jet black night
The tears well inside
When two worlds collide
You break me up inside
Two worlds collide
Written by : kerr/burchill reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Poet vs Poem
Does a poet makes poem
Or poem makes poet?
The eternal war goes on.
The big confusion who will solve it?
Poet fight with sword of pen.
Poem armoured with shield of senses.
Poet tries to rich sky high,
Poem pulls rope of meaning and tenses.
Does poet sketc the poem
Or poem drags him through the invigible gravity.
A piece of paper becomes battlefield.
The war of ink and vocabulary,
Creates a historic beauty.
Poet cages the poem in a book.
Where the world will look.
Praises all to poet 'oh how great'
But the poem is what counts after his death.
poem by Saurav Karki
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Kiss Everything
Kiss for God..
Kiss to the world.
Kiss for empty space.
Kiss for the planets.
Kiss for the stars.
Kiss to the sun.
Kiss to the moon.
Kiss to the sky.
Kiss for fruits.
Kiss to the clouds.
Kiss to the mountain.
Kiss to the grounds.
Kiss to the lakes.
Kiss to the warm dew.
Kiss for trees.
Kiss to the rivers.
Kiss to the fields.
Kiss kiss for flowers.
Kiss grasslands.
Kiss the contains of the world to give peaces.
Kiss for dogs.
Kiss for cats.
Kiss for mouses.
Kiss for crocodiles.
Kiss for fish.
Kiss for turtles.
Kiss for penguins.
Kiss for snakes.
Kiss for bears.
Kiss for tigers.
Kiss for lions.
Kiss for rhinoceros.
Kiss for butterflies.
Kiss for rabbits.
kiss them and give them life.
Not enough only the kiss to say how amazing my nature.
Love them couse them was our life.
The Nearness Of You
It's not the pale moon that excites me
That thrills me and delights me
Oh no, it's just the nearness of you.
It's not just your sweet conversation
That brings the sensation
Oh no, it's just the nearness of you.
When you're in my arms
And I hold you so close to me
All my wildest dreams come true.
I need no soft lights to enchant me
If you only grant me the life
To hold you ever so tight
And to feel in the night
The nearness of you...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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California
Blonde haired baby standing by the road
A pistol in her hand and talking on the phone
Said go to california (go to california)
Go to california (go to california)
Sidewalk gazing diamonds in the sky
Silent movie gods are flashing in your eye
Said go to california (go to california)
Go to california (go to california)
Get up get out
Get inside the outside
Get up get out get in
Get up get out
Get inside the outside
Get up get out get in
Lon chaney calling
Spelling out your name
Where everybody's different
But they're all the same
Yeah go to california (go to california)
Go to california (go to california)
You are perfect you are insane
We love to watch you break from the pain
Yeah go to california (go to california)
Go to california (go to california)
Get up get out
Get inside the outside
Get up get out get in
Get up get out
Get inside the outside
Get up get out get in
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Hit the lights and
Strip down on the floor
Everybody hates you
But they want some more
Yeah go to california (go to california)
Go to california (go to california)
Get up get out
Get inside the outside
Get up get out get in
Get up get out
Get inside the outside
Get up get out get in
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Go to california
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Go to california
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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(Go To) California
Blonde haired baby standing by the road
A pistol in her hand and talking on the phone
Said go to California (go to California)
Go to California (go to California)
Sidewalk gazing diamonds in the sky
Silent movie Gods are flashing in your eye
Said go to California (go to California)
Go to California (go to California)
Get up get out
Get inside the outside
Get up get out get in
Get up get out
Get inside the outside
Get up get out get in
Lon Chaney calling
Spelling out your name
Where everybody's different
But they're all the same
Yeah go to California (go to California)
Go to California (go to California)
You are perfect you are insane
We love to watch you break from the pain
Yeah go to California (go to California)
Go to California (go to California)
Get up get out
Get inside the outside
Get up get out get in
Get up get out
Get inside the outside
Get up get out get in
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Hit the lights and
Strip down on the floor
Everybody hates you
But they want some more
Yeah go to California (go to California)
Go to California (go to California)
Get up get out
Get inside the outside
Get up get out get in
Get up get out
Get inside the outside
Get up get out get in
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Go to California
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Go to California
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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The Hand That Loves
the hand that loves,
is weathered and calloused.
long gifted, now trembles,
but just a little.
wipes tears and fights injustice,
buttons the collar of respect.
takes down your hair,
like rain falling on leaves.
bandages the dog's paw,
lights the fire late at night.
turns the pages of the book,
strokes the inside of your neck.
unleashes volcanoes,
opens the door of the cage.
and sprinkles dirt on the graves,
of those that came before...
softly puts down the pen,
and puts out the candle.
for it belongs to the wind,
to the stars, and your heart!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Poet Is....
the poet is a vase,
collecting tears like rainwater,
with a tiny hole in the bottom,
connecting to the ground.
the poet is a prism,
seperating colors from black and white,
then drawing black and white from colors,
dissolving and evolving.
the poet is an illusion,
that looks and smells like home,
redefining distance by closeness,
finding the familiar in a stranger.
the poet is an orphan,
a messenger, and a thief.
bringing you a lit candle,
and stealing your heart for a stand.
the poet is a carpenter,
building from scraps of wood.
using time rusted nails,
and an eye for dreams.
the poet is a healer,
and the moment you forgot,
on the way to remembering,
who you really are.
the poet is a bridge,
borrowed wings, and a cross.
a simple fire tended by no one,
and ears left behind by god.
the poet is a body,
grown tired in it's dying.
and the small winged creature without name,
waiting to follow the wind!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Right Mask
One night a poem came up to a poet
From now on, it said, you must wear a mask.
What kind of mask? asked the poet.
A rose mask, said the poem.
I've used it already, said the poet,
I've exhausted it.
Then wear the mask that's made out of
a nightingale's song, use that mask.
Oh, it's an old mask, said the poet,
it's all used up.
Nonsense, said the poem, it's the perfect mask,
still, try on the god mask,
now that mask illuminates heaven.
It's a tight mask, said the poet,
and the stars crawl about in it like ants.
Then try on the troubador's mask, or the singer's mask,
try on all the popular masks.
I have, said the poet, but they fit so easily.
The poem was getting impatient,
it stamped its feet like a child,
it screamed. Then try on your own face,
try the one mask that terrifies,
the mask only you could possibly use,
the mask only you could wear out.
The poet tore at his face til it bled,
this mask? he yelled, this mask?
Yes, said the poem, yes.
But the poet was tired of masks,
he had lived too long with them,
he snatched at the poem and stuck it in his face.
Its screams were muffled, it wept, it tried to be lyrical,
it wriggled into his eyes and mouth.
Next day his friends were afraid of him,
he looked so distorted.
Now it's the right mask, said the poem, the right mask.
It clung to him lovingly and never let go again.
poem by Brian Patten
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Nearness Of You
It's not the pale moon that excites me
That thrills and delights me, oh no
It's just the nearness of you
It isn't your sweet conversation
That brings this sensation, oh no
It's just the nearness of you
When you're in my arms and I feel you so close to me
All my wildest dreams come true
I need no soft lights to enchant me
If you'll only grant me the right
To hold you ever so tight
And to feel in the night the nearness of you
song performed by by Norah Jones
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Ill Be Thunder
Therell be a storm one night
Then Ill fly to you for shelter
Soaked in welcome rain
Falling to forbidden arms
Too breathless too helpless
Too restless to explain needing you
Therell be a storm one night
But you will find my place of hiding
Well watch the lights like children
Leave the fortress hand in hand
Ill be thunder
Youll be lightning
And well collide on dry land
Therell be a storm one night
And I will find no other rescue
Lost and far from home
Crying for some guiding light
Too reckless too helpless
Too hungry to refrain from needing you
Therell be a storm one night
The wind will drive me to your castle
And youll ignite the fire
Just as if everything were planned
Ill be thunder
Youll be lightning
And well collide on dry land
No betrayal
No denial no need to explain
Well collide
song performed by by Tina Turner
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The Nearness Of You
It's not the pale moon that excites me
That thrills and delights me, oh no
It's just the nearness of you
It isn't your sweet conversation
That brings this sensation, oh no
It's just the nearness of you
When you're in my arms and I feel you so close to me
All my wildest dreams come true
I need no soft lights to enchant me
But if you'll only grant me the right
To hold you ever so tight
And to feel in the night ooh the nearness of you
When you're in my arms and I feel you so close to me
All my wildest dreams come true
I need no soft lights to enchant me
But if you'll only grant me the right
To hold you ever so tight
And to feel in the night the nearness of you
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Greatest Questions
Little boy;
What does thy know about destiny?
The poet;
I know but little about destiny
Little boy;
If ye tells me I know I will live life peacefully
The poet;
Destiny is like a wind which blows in the arabian sea,
Upon which it next direction is unknown,
You will see men growing greatly at their tender age but their next minute is unpredictable
Then, reverse it could be my former line
Little boy;
You mean destiny is like a deep wide sea
Which the direction you follow leads you any where
The poet;
Hey!
Brother we began our lives here
Tomorrow you may be richer than I
The creator has already created us before we exist
Little boy;
Then I will go to a sorcerer to foresee my destiny
The poet;
Destiny can never be look into
Even those who are summon
By the name foreseers
Do not know when termite will eat them
Little boy;
Can destiny be ever change?
The poet;
It can be change only with prayer
But my lord only give those he will
Little boy;
When shall we die?
The poet;
And so I laugh...
Death is inevitable
Non but my lord and those who had gone
Can talk about it
Little boy;
I mean
How will I die?
The poet;
For you know not where and how you were born
The the knowledge of
Where and how you will die remains with Allah
He creates the world and know every hidden things.
Little boy;
How can I live this world
The poet;
Boy!
Walk as if non is looking at you
Talk as if non is listening to you
Think as if you are thinking for others
Pray and make sacrifice
Thank you for your lies
and what about your lies?
yes those sweet ones, beside the old wine jug
fermented, so close to the nose
so lively, those honey coated assurances,
for which i have become so alive
(never for once in my life have i danced
under the rain under the darkness of my night)
am i supposed to be angry about the way how you made me live again?
shall i speak the words of wrath
and blame you for all these awakenings?
never, never shall i remind you of those hidden truths
for whatever was it that made me alive
no matter how unfounded
have served so well its purpose
here i am, you lies have freed me
and now, wherever you search for me
i shall not be found but i may give you the hint
i am the invisible song of the sonorous wind
the chime of the star studded night
the whisper of a man's lips to the woman's ears
the silence that sleeps soundly in the middle of your breasts
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Moth And Eagle...
i follow the scent
of old dogs and stray cats,
for they already know.
i walk the fine thread
of the spider's web,
awed by awareness.
i hear the howl of the moon,
speak the language of the wind.
i understand that stars care not for names.
i sleep inside the sleepless palm
of darkness becoming light.
who am i? i shout, 'nobody'...
overcome with relief!
one moment cup, the next moment water,
formless taking forms....
filling the need, both inhaled and exhaled,
as much a moth as an eagle!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Your song
Stars fill the sky,
Night is so young.
I feel so happy and high,
So, sing me a song.
Bring your guitar,
and raise up your voice.
Take me to a place so far,
away from people and their noise.
Your song takes me up,
and guide me through the haze.
Your song never stopped,
to throw me in a maze,
A maze where i'm breathless but free
where i love you and you love me.
Sing me that song about your life,
and how it started when we met.
Sing me that song about our love,
that song i shall never forget.
Sing me your song and bring me to life,
for those moments only..i surfive.
Angels took your song and wrote it in the sky,
with the beautiful cluster stars.
All the world saw it and they knew,
we are in love and you belong to my arms.
Your song is the love anthem,
As you sing that, you will wait for me,
you love me,
you need me.
Your song puts rules for love.
Sing your song all our lives,
i'll never get enough...
The POET from the POEM
That lady -
whose eyes can see no ordinary eyes can see,
and desolate winds crying for her name
till truth and lies are all the same;
who knows how she ate the stars at night,
yet left the old moon sleeping in the sky?
Certainly she married that awful death
only not to die.
Out of her hands there came blood,
till blood covered her flesh.
And the blood had life...had sweeter life
till blood became her flesh.
How can you know the poet from the poem,
or sift the melody from its song?
Judge me, for I'll say
that lady -
is the poet and he being the blood, her poem.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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