Beast, Book, Body
I was sick of being a woman,
sick of the pain,
the irrelevant detail of sex,
my own concavity
uselessly hungering
and emptier whenever it was filled,
and filled finally
by its own emptiness,
seeking the garden of solitude
instead of men.
The white bed
in the green garden--
I looked forward
to sleeping alone
the way some long
for a lover.
Even when you arrived,
I tried to beat you
away with my sadness,
my cynical seductions,
and my trick of
turning a slave
into a master.
And all because
you made
my fingertips ache
and my eyes cross
in passion
that did not know its own name.
Bear, beast, lover
of the book of my body,
you turned my pages
and discovered
what was there
to be written
on the other side.
And now
I am blank
for you,
a tabula rasa
ready to be printed
with letters
in an undiscovered language
by the great press
of our love.
poem by Erica Jong
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Lover Lover Lover
I asked my father,
I said, father change my name.
The one Im using now its covered up
With fear and filth and cowardice and shame.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
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He said, I locked you in this body,
I meant it as a kind of trial.
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Or to make some woman smile.
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Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
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May it rise up pure and free.
May it be a shield for you,
A shield against the enemy.
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I Am Sick....
I am sick …. The pain I feel.
I am sick…. This must be surreal.
I am sick…. I will not die.
I am sick…. But I must live on with this lie.
I am sick…. It’s not like cancer it’s not that bad.
I am sick… but the say depression goes with this pain I have.
I am sick…. It will never disappear.
I am sick…. My days will go on with the same o’l tear.
I am sick…. That I have thought of taking my pain away.
I am sick…. For that I cannot for the pain must stay.
I am sick… and no one can fix me.
I am sick…. That no one can see.
I am sick…. They believe nothing is wrong with me.
I am sick…. Because of this disease.
I am sick…. Because I beg god please.
poem by Winifred Harkness
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Tell Me Why
That tuesday night, turned 26 and I caught your smile
laid down my life, one kiss would take me through the night
I close my eyes, I feel your touch, I see you smile
it's on my mind, it's just a dream I know, but why?
why I just can't stop wondering you're on my mind
noone tells me why, tell me why
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
just to tell you goodbye
a day down the line, reality's back on my mind
yesterday's behind, the charm of love has died but why
unsatisfied with what we get used to in this life
I laid it aside, looks so pale with open eyes
so I just keep on wondering about what's on my mind
noone tells me why, tell me why
why again you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
why again you filled that emptiness in me
so I tell you goodbye
tell me why, tell me why,
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
why again you filled that emptiness in me
so I tell you goodbye
song performed by by H-BlockX
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Sick for all...
All are sick...
Today...
Morden world...
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Little of leg pain...
Little of sneezy...
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Sicckk
sick of it..
im so sick of it
im sick of waking up in the morning.
im sick of you saying im nothing,
im sick of you calling me down.
im sick of you drinking all the time. |
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but must of all your the one im sick of..
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sorry mom..
its time for me to goo..
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My Song
I wrote a song
It's called 'my life'
I tried my best to make it a good one
I'd never written a song
Twas indeed my first
I had an eraser
I couldn't clean my mistakes though
It turned out to be a long song
A hundred and twenty pages worth
A page a year
I made a mess of it
Blue pen made a mark
As depression took a quarter of it
Yellow pen made an entrance
I decided it was better than blue
Red pen tried to hurt me
As all anger was kept inside
Green pen whispered a note
I wished I had my neighbour's song
So many colours on just one song
Twenty-five pages were dark
I knew not which way to go
I tried to turn a page but couldn't
I basked in pages gone
Hence left several pages blank
Twenty-five pages were wet
As tears serenaded my heart, it did the pages
Too much pain in one song
Tried to change the words
The things I thought all made the song
On a scale of good to bad, bad stole the day
I searched and found other songs titled 'my life'
I wrote my song the way they had
My song was like a painting
One in utter disharmony
One drawn by a clueless artist
But an artist whose passion burned his painting
I set my heart on fire on page 35
There had to be more
And more I had
On page 120, my eyes were dim and hands tired
Since pages couldn't be turned
My mind sat, and looked back
What had I done?
I'd been mountain high
I'd been valley low
I'd been good
I'd been bad
I'd been....
I lay my head on my song
Took my last breath
But before I did
I held a girl
Who had a song called 'my life'
She read my song
And shed a tear
And said I had written....a masterpiece.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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He Said He Wants to Be a Woman
'Just let me go!
God made a mistake-
It's what I know
This love is fake! '
With utter despair
He cried to be free
From his prison there
Into his fantasy.
An abysmal confusion
A mixture of roles
Of hopeless depression
A search to be whole.
His desires for men
Growing deeper inside
Consumed him by then
He no longer could hide.
'I am a woman, ' he said
Watching his wife cry-
'Share another man's bed
That is what I will try.'
So he left her to be
A woman of illusion
From a HE to a SHE
Craving men's affection.
From lover to lover
He searched for acceptance,
But sadly discovered
Love's elusive substance.
It's not Love to be used
Drained of one's resources,
Rejected and abused
By the greed of leeches.
The delusion was such
That he could not take it
Suicide offered much
Quiet peaceful relief.
Now this woman a man,
Lies in his/her casket
A forgettable human
Filled with so much regret.
It's the devil's deception
And the price is too great,
For to live in rebellion,
Without God - a sad fate!
'But if you do not do what is right, sin is crouching at your door; it desires to have you, but YOU MUST MASTER IT.'
Genesis 4: 7
He Said He Wants to Be a Woman
by Cynthia A. Buhain-Baello
Thursday, April 30,2009
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Motive
The green garden and the blue lover!
The love of your blues over the flowers;
But wash yourself separately for the first time.
Look beyond personality and learn a lot,
For the first time can change many things!
And like your sweet muse in the green garden.
Measure yourself by the things you value in this life,
For there is a difference between abuse and discipline;
And like the motive of your love in this garden.
The right choice is now with your integrity,
So do make sure that he or she is a moral person;
And like the muse of your sweet love in the green garden.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Rose Garden
I watched you in your
garden,
Roses growing every-
where.
Flowers were so lovely,
Perfume filled the air.
Touching them so
gently,
Creating a bouquet,
Tieing yellow
ribbons,
So they would'nt blow
away.
As I left the garden,
On that summer day
I turned and looked
once more,
Then slowly walked
away.
I admire your lovely
garden,
So happy I would be,
If I were the rosebud,
You touched so
tenderly.
poem by Heather Burns
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How Green
How green is your valley
How lush is your path to your garden of love
Is it overshadowed by the cross of persecution
How green is your memory
Is it poverty and ruin choked with weeds of despair
Is it blossoms of peace and pleasures
Beyond which there is none to compare
How green is your table
Is it filled with delights of wicked consumption
Is it dangled on meat from the hook in your lair
From that insidious malicious sinister dare
Money
How green
How green
How green
How green is your tomorrow
How green is your eternity
How green
Or is it black and white
poem by Gary Revel
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Here In My House
Here in my house.
My dreams are filled in the here and now.
Here in my house.
Things seem so estranged.
Life's closer to being changed.
Where I live there is a numbness.
There's an emptiness waiting to be undone.
Here in my house.
I need peace and solitude.
I want the happy interlude.
Where's the happiness?
Why the sappiness?
Here in my house.
I want a lover to feed me.
Come and take me to bed.
Save my room for my heart to be filled.
Here in my house.
Outside, life torments and plays with the wind.
You get caught up in the bum rush.
When love comes, it hurts too much.
You don't want to let go.
Here in my house.
Let's sweep away our cares.
Find a place to get our anger out.
Constructively, with every whimp of passion.
Love rules out your heart.
That what love does.
Here in my house.
You want it too much.
Here in my house.
poem by Raven Brent
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I Plucked A Rose From A Garden Green......
By Murtaza Abt
I plucked a rose from a garden green,
Of beauty never felt or seen,
Hoping that it would never wilt,
And always be as always been.
I plucked a rose from a garden green,
with a happy blissful heart,
And promised i would hold it tight,
And never would we part.
I plucked a rose from a garden green,
But little did i know,
That not in endless love and care,
But gardens do they grow.
I plucked a rose from a garden green,
And took it home with me,
But little did it stay the way,
The way t'was meant to be.
I plucked a rose from a garden green,
And it began to grieve,
Over gardens green and meadows lush,
As it was sad to leave.
I plucked a rose from a garden green,
And it began to wilt,
And wither in that unknown land,
it filled my heart with guilt.
I plucked a rose from a garden green,
And it began to die,
For happiness i had only asked,
But i began to cry.
....................................
I have p L ucked y O u from a garden green,
Your beauty i VE never felt or seen,
Hoping that YOU will never wilt,
And always be as always been.
09/Nov/09
poem by Murtaza Abt
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The Evening Is Upset
I lost you in this life and the next,
You went away leaving pages blank
And did not read my book or pen text
Weaving with love and pages left untouched…
The evening is upset with your departure,
And the wine glasses too are sad,
You left taking all away with yourself
Even the flowers in the garden got withered…
The night that used to be full of your love
And your unlocked tresses made it more
Erotic and lovely when I run thru my fingers
Holding you close and trying all night to love…
Written by: Narendra Rai
Talhar Badin, Sindh…
poem by Narendra Rai
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If you look closely, there is no book more visual than Three Trapped Tigers, in that it is filled with blank pages, dark pages, it has stars made of words, the famous magical cube made of numbers, and there is even a page which is a mirror.
quote by Guillermo Cabrera Infante
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This Heart Made of Stone - Song Lyrics
The holes in Your hands filled the hole in my heart
You put me together, when I fell apart
I’m feeling brand new, You’re making me whole
You gave me direction when I lost control
The storm it has blown over and the sun is shining bright
What was once filled with darkness, now beaming with light
All my pride and anger, you turned them to love
You rescued me from the vultures now I’m flying with the doves
Chorus:
You fill me, You shake me
Oh Lord, can you break me
Cause I can’t do this alone
So please take my hand
I want the promise land
Please guide me back to my home
You’ve softened this heart made of stone
Your love for me has never changed, it has always been the same
You made me the man You know I am, you made the wild beast tame
You freed me from my captive chains, and now I’m running free
You showed me who You really are, and who I’m supposed to be
You taught me about sacrifice, to put others before self
To hold on tightly to those I love, and put my pride upon a shelf
The garden of Eden is in my heart, not only in Your book
You knew I`d find that place one day, I only had to look
Chorus X 1
You love me that much
From the east to the west
Can’t believe I waited this long
But you sat and you waited
While I hesitated
Your love’s like a beautiful song
Chorus X 2
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Her Anguished Heart Looks On Alone…
With door ajar, she looks outside
To see if he is returning –
Her lover left her suddenly;
She never knows the reason why!
With anguished heart, she wonders why
Her world has turned topsy-turvy;
Was she to blame for what happened?
Was he at fault for leaving her?
With unkempt hair and tears from eyes,
She looks deep down the road ahead;
Her heart is weighed by sorrow that
Seems too much for her to bear up!
Her lover left her weeks ago!
She has been all alone ev’r since;
The solitude is too much for
A lady’s heart to live for long!
She recalls all the events past;
Her lover was a charming man;
They were both made for each other;
But things had changed in short a span!
Her frame is weak from eating less;
Time does not pass but lingers still;
Sometimes her mind can’t even think;
Fate played a cruel joke on her!
There hasn’t been word from her lover;
A month has gone by in this way;
She does not know if he’s alive;
Was he ambushed by terrorists?
Her lover was an army-man;
She’d known him for a year or less;
‘My job is risky! ’ he told her;
She never understood his words!
He came for week-ends to her place;
They were quite happy together;
They’d exchanged words of love profound;
He slipped a ring on her finger!
It was in Kashmir valley then;
The LOC was quite near-by;
Terrorists had infiltrated;
Jawans were put on high alert!
Her lover left to ne’er return;
There was no word of what happened;
She hopes to see him back one day;
Her woe-filled heart keeps telling her!
She prays so fervently to God,
‘Bring back my lover alive fast,
or end my miserable life;
I feel I am by now half-dead! ’
Her anguished heart looks on alone!
Hope seems to leave her frail figure;
Some life remains in her body;
A miracle can bring him back!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 09-28-2008
poem by John Celes
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Pine-Trees and the Sky: Evening
I'd watched the sorrow of the evening sky,
And smelt the sea, and earth, and the warm clover,
And heard the waves, and the seagull's mocking cry.
And in them all was only the old cry,
That song they always sing - 'The best is over!
You may remember now, and think, and sigh,
O silly lover!'
And I was tired and sick that all was over,
And because I,
For all my thinking, never could recover
One moment of the good hours that were over.
And I was sorry and sick, and wished to die.
Then from the sad west turning wearily,
I saw the pines against the white north sky,
Very beautiful, and still, and bending over
Their sharp black heads against a quiet sky.
And there was peace in them; and I
Was happy, and forgot to play the lover,
And laughed, and did no longer wish to die;
Being glad of you, O pine-trees and the sky!
poem by Rupert Brooke (1907)
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My Garden
The world is sadly sick, they say,
And plagued by woe and pain.
But look! How looms my garden gay,
With blooms in golden reign!
With lyric music in the air,
Of joy fulfilled in song,
I can't believe that anywhere
Is hate and harm and wrong.
A paradise my garden is,
And there my day is spent;
A steep myself in sunny bliss,
Incredibly content.
Feeling that I am truly part
Of peace so rapt and still,
There's not a care within my heart . . .
How can the world be ill?
Aye, though the land be sick they say,
And named unto pain,
My garden never was so gay,
So innocent, so sane.
My roses mock at misery,
My thrushes vie in song . . .
When only beauty I can see,
How can the world be wrong?
poem by Robert William Service
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