Rondeau at the Train Stop
It bothers me: the genital smell of the bay
drifting toward me on the T stop, the train
circling the city like a dingy, year-round
Christmas display. The Puritans were right! Sin
is everywhere in Massachusetts, hell-bound
in the population. it bothers me
because it's summer now and sticky - no rain
to cool things down; heat like a wound
that will not close. Too hot, these shameful
percolations of the body that bloom
between strangers on a train. It bothers me
now that I'm alone and singles foam
around the city, bothered by the lather, the rings
of sweat. Know this bay's a watery animal, hind-end
perpetually raised: a wanting posture, pain
so apparent, wanting so much that it bothers me.
poem by Erin Belieu
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He's Bothered Again!
Where are they?
Do they have him?
Will they know?
And troubled is he
Disturbed is he
Am I troubled?
How much bothered can his soul get?
Bothered about his own life
Bothered about bothering about his life
Bothered about wealth
Bothered about bothering about wealth
And weaker and weaker he is as the day go by
And worse still shall be his story
Because he is bothered about nature
And things in it
But he is never bothered about aiding nature
Or the things in it
Such person,
I am bothered about
Because he bothers to effect no change
And bothers that he hasn't effected a change
And why he did not effect any change
But not how he could effect such change
He also bothers about those who aren't bothered
He bothers for them
His stupidity is the source of their livelihood
He bothers why they do not bother
He bothers about those who effect changes
He bothers how long it took for such change
He bothers the risk taken
He never bothers how they do it
But he bothers if they were a bandit
And everyday, he keeps bothering
And knows not that he bothers his life
And his health
And his sanity
But those who bother aren't stupid
Except if they bother like he does
poem by Ivan Chizurum Ezeigbo
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No Trouble Livin
Dont talk to me bout life problems or
How you wish that things could be
cause I dont have no trouble livin
Its jus dyin that bothers me
Dont offer me no sad stories or
Tell me that youre all at sea
cause I dont have no trouble livin
Its jus dyin that bothers me
You doin great
You gettin straight
You get your call
Thats all
So dont tell me your misgivings
Or not to be or not to be
cause I dont have no trouble livin
Its jus dyin that bothers me
You doin fine
You sippin wine
You feel a pain
Last train
So dont tell me your misgivings
Or blame it on the referree
cause I dont have no trouble livin
Its jus dyin that bothers me
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Thermostat
When the hands that operate the motor lose control of the lever
When the mind of its own in the wheel puts two and two together
When the indicator says youre out of oil should you continue driving anyway?
Theres a thermostat that regulates the temperature
That might not be reliable
That should be disconnected
Turn it up, turn it down
Turn it up when the cold brings you down
When the heat bothers you turn it down
Turn it up, turn it down
As I was just saying
As I was just saying
As I was just telling you a minute ago
I was just talking and someone interrupted
Or was it a loud explosion?
Or is the thermostat engulfed in flames
Or is it just me?
Turn it up, turn it down
Turn it up when the cold brings you down
When the heat bothers you turn it down
Turn it up, turn it down
As I was just saying
As I was just saying
As I was just saying
Turn it up, turn it down
Turn it up when the cold brings you down
When the heat bothers you turn it down
Turn it up, turn it down
Turn it up, turn it down
Turn it up when the cold brings you down
When the heat bothers you turn it down
Turn it up, turn it down
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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If something bothers me, it bothers me for a long time until I find a way to work it out. Music provided me with a means of working things out.
quote by Iris DeMent
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What bothers you isn't so much whether you're beautiful or not. What bothers you is the way that people stare.
quote by Carole Bouquet
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As I Sit Here In Pain And Write These Words
As I sit here in pain and write these words
I tell myself it is only a minor pain
Two on the scale of ten
I can bear it-
But it bothers me
It wakes me at night
It makes my walking that I so once loved
Not pleasant-
It interrupts my thought
It makes me less patient with others
It simply bothers.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Someone Keeps Moving My Chair
Mr. horrible
Mr. horrible
Telephone call for mr. horrible
But before he can talk to the ugliness men
Theres some horrible business left
For him to attend to
Something unpleasant has spilled on his brain
As he sponges it off they say
Is this horrible?
Is this horrible?
Its the ugliness men, mr. horrible
Were just trying to bug you
We thought that our dreadfulness
Might be a thing to annoy you with
But mr. horrible says, I dont mind
The thing that bothers me is
Someone keeps moving my chair
Would you mind if we balance this glass of milk
Where your visiting friend accidentally was killed?
Would it be okay with you if we wrote a reminder
Of things well forget to do today otherwise,
Using a green magic marker, if its alright
On the back of your head?
Mr. horrible
Mr. horrible
Were not done with you yet mr. horrible
You have to try on these pants so the ugliness men
Can decide if theyre just as embarrassing as we think
We have to be sure about this
But mr. horrible says, I dont mind
The thing that bothers me is
Someone keeps moving my chair
Someone keeps moving my chair
Mr. horrible says, I dont mind
The thing that bothers me is
Someone keeps moving my chair
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Ancient Scribbling
How did I get this ancient so very fast?
Seems like my 40th year is in the recent past.
Seventy one has just roared by like a freight train.
Now I trudge down the street in ever growing pain.
I truly believe in the reality of reincarnation.
These body parts were misused before my utilization.
I'm bald, but that feature causes me no fear;
What bothers me is each day there is less I can hear.
There's the deal about my memory and its phase;
Events of 50 years ago not bad… less for recent days.
As for my virility, I feel there is something wrong.
I tried to see four doctors, but the lines were too long.
I guess things aren't really as bad as they sound.
I had kidney-prostate cancer and am above ground.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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The Gnat Nebulae
Full pummelling fisticuffs
Stitch over stitch
In and out
Imperceptibly kaleidoscopic
Swirling from ear to ear
Sporadic
Thrumming mystical notes
Notes of whisper
Whisper in the ear
Now a bothered swish of clawing
Cleaving slipping fingers
Immalleable rolling universal ball
Microcosmic needle into
Macrocosmic wool all
Silently thudding kneading pulling
Sealing a sin all opened unforgiven
Eternally whispering to a few
And never really heard
Pummelling sewing the invisible centre
Round and round the darkless sun
Only the end that began
Only a scratch and a bother
What bother to scratch
For scratching bothers
Bothers a scratch
Scratch and not to bother
Scratch Scratch Scratch
Dedicated to J.C. Alldridge
(©: T. Wignesan - Paris,1957; from T. Wignesan. Tracks of a Tramp. Kuala Lumpur-Singapore: 1961; first pub. in 'Forum Academicum', University of Heidelberg,1957)
poem by T. Wignesan
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Sometimes It Is Nice To Be Away
away from the usual colors
today he wears black from head to toe
it is hot and the heat stings and the black color you know
absorbs everything he feels
like he is blazing with fire
from his blackness
a black heart
a gray choice of the part of day
gloomy parks at night
with only one neon
sometimes you are on fire
and Holy Goodness
you do not want to put it off
you are like the burning bush
and your soul takes off
sheds off
its slippers at the entrance door
well, sometimes, sometimes
we like not to understand
we miss the mystery of our own ignorance
and we take pleasure
with what we hide
something like a burning heart
beside a volcanic magma
a different joy and yet so alone
making stones and instant cliffs
no one bothers
that is the ecstasy of it all
when no one bothers
when you become a child again watching through the glass window
on your favorite toy
the red one
with stripes of black
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If rain bothers you, you can always jump into the sea.
Moment
Express trains are respectful brothers
For they have an ihtuitional heart each
Delayed one train means much the next bothers
And it's our train next delayed long we waited such
Evening platform limned dim and dull
Weakened infrastructure waiting for a seat
Sparse benches filled with baggages full
Buzzing mosquitoes spraying around to bite
Uneasy to feel lost in a railed hell
Chairs, benches inadequate even to rest
Impatient me escorting things all
Evening walk escaped hubby alone me left
Who and who not the cheaters
All immoral thieves..watchful to watch
Dub, dub, dub, dub pattered my heart fears
'Where's hubby' panicked the train in a touching reach
poem by Indira Renganathan
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It's a Puzzle
My friend
Is not my friend any more
She has secrets from me
And goes about with Tracy Hacket
I would get her back,
Only do not want to say so.
So I pretend
To have secrets from her
And go about with Alice Banks
But what bothers me is,
Maybe she is pretending
And would like me back
Only does not want to say so.
In which case
Maybe it bothers her
That I am pretending.
But if we are both pretending,
Then really we are friends
And do not know it.
On the other hand,
How can we be friends
And have secrets from each other
And go about with other people?
My friend
Is not my friend any more,
Unless she is pretending.
I cannot think what to do.
It is a puzzle.
poem by Allan Ahlberg
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dissed
Your turned back does not bother me!
What bothers me is your stupidity...
And your accepted ignorance!
You sink like those who refused to be told,
They've reached the limits of competence.
You think like those who are holding on very bold...
To lifestyles and thoughts,
Dropping quick into 'sinkholes'!
Your turned back doesn't both me!
What bothers me is many see
A definition of life that doesn't define clearly.
And when truth is ignored...
Because it upsets those abhorred,
I'm curious what 'freedom' is seen that frees?
Something isn't mixing like it ought to be!
Your turned back doesn't bother me!
As much as my lack of concern...
Seems to bother you!
And I have lots of that to offer.
I do not miss this dismissing I'VE 'dissed'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Is It
Why is it when someone tells you something
it keeps repeating itself over in your mind?
It is a question I have no answer for,
but it does it all the time with me.
A very dear friend told me something
that happened in their earlier years
and ever since then it keeps
repeating itself over in my mind.
I keep wishing I had been there at that time
to help them through their ordeal,
but I wasn’t and I didn’t even know them then.
Therefore, why is it now
what happened to them
bothering me so much now?
Could it be I recognise something similar
that happened within my family
and I was unable to help
all the torment that they went through?
Why is it that it bothers me
when I know happiness they found.
The question bothers me for an answer
and that answer I cannot find.
If someone knows the answer,
could they please tell me
and put me out of my misery,
letting my poor heart rest for a time.
30 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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Your Last Picture
you in black shirt
wet with sweat
on a blue train
in the city
you are holding
a bottle of beer
on your side is
the dalmatian
without the usual
rope in your hand
things run smoothly
like the train
like the round body
of the bottle of beer
like your dog
lying on the floor
of the train
one night
when all the
passengers
are gone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Riddle
it has a name
in seven letters
three are vowels
the moment
you call
its name
it simply
disappears
it only requires
that you
meditate
upon it
when you
shut your
mouth
when you
stand still
when nothing
falls
even a leaf
when no one
walks
when no one
talks
when no one
bothers
the world
be it in the city
or on top
of the mountain
this state
of being exists
(the answer
is silence)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dedicate Your Life
You...
Still carry your bruises.
But you must get healed quick,
And go through,
The pain...
That seems to remain.
And you...
Must remove your seclusion.
Proving...
A solitude,
For you...
Has no gain.
Just dedicate your to rule,
Over anything that bothers you.
But you can't do that if you stay trapped,
In a blues attitude you choose.
Just dedicate your to rule,
Over anything that bothers you.
But you can't do that if you stay trapped,
In a blues attitude you choose.
You...
Still carry your bruises.
But you must get healed quick,
And go through,
The pain...
That seems to remain.
And you...
Must remove your seclusion.
Proving...
A solitude,
For you...
Has no gain.
Just dedicate your to rule,
Over anything that bothers you.
But you can't do that if you stay trapped,
In a blues attitude you choose.
No you can't do that if you stay trapped,
In a blues attitude you choose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Train Round The Bend
(reed)
Train round the bend
Takin me away from my country
Im sick of the trees
Take me to the city
Train comin round the bend
Oh train comin round the bend
Been in the country oh much too long
Trying to be a farmer
But nothing that I planted never seems to grow
Train comin round the bend
Train comin round the bend
Hey I am just a city boy
And really not the country kind
Oh I need the city streets and I need your light
To see bend comin round the bend
The train comin round the bend
Allright
Ooh ohh
Once
Shes going twice
Shes going ? to the loop? up and down
Shes going twice
Shes going the train comin round the bend
You know the train comin round the bend
And Im out of nowhere
Takin me back where I belong
Ive been here once and I dont take it tonight
For the train comin round the bend
The train comin round the bend
Oooh allright!
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Train Round The Bend
(reed)
Train round the bend
Takin me away from my country
Im sick of the trees
Take me to the city
Train comin round the bend
Oh train comin round the bend
Been in the country oh much too long
Trying to be a farmer
But nothing that I planted never seems to grow
Train comin round the bend
Train comin round the bend
Hey I am just a city boy
And really not the country kind
Oh I need the city streets and I need your light
To see bend comin round the bend
The train comin round the bend
Allright
Ooh ohh
Once
Shes going twice
Shes going ? to the loop? up and down
Shes going twice
Shes going the train comin round the bend
You know the train comin round the bend
And Im out of nowhere
Takin me back where I belong
Ive been here once and I dont take it tonight
For the train comin round the bend
The train comin round the bend
Oooh allright!
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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