Observation
I observed you from across the room
Smiling in your supercilious way,
Demanding attention from all around you.
You had to be the centre of attraction, as usual,
Oblivious of how you demeaned other people.
Your only thought was to 'glow' like a 100 watt light bulb,
Casting everyone else into the shadows.
You are not real, really are you,
Just a 'body' honed to perfection,
A robot, reacting to signals from your brain,
To charm, to show off and pose.
Suppose it all came to an end,
And you shrivelled and disintegrated into a pool of liquid
Or a pile of ash,
A bit like a 'Toon' from 'Roger Rabbit'
Melting perhaps into the ground,
Or being blown away by the wind.
What a realization that would be,
All your glamour gone.
I studied you from across the room and I realised
You were just an 'image' that is all,
Flashed on a screen or in a graphic art print,
No substance, no, not at all,
Just a 'picture' easily scooped up and crumpled in my hand.
Somehow it made me fell superior to you,
You could no longer influence my brain, or demoralise me.
I felt I was in command of myself, once more.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Tantrum Queens
There are those who are writers.
And others who choose to be tantrum queens.
They are the ones demanding to be rated.
Demanding their submissions be assessed.
With a listing of their writings,
Read and reviewed.
If not those requested to do this,
Are discussed in forums and demeaned.
It's so obvious it is disgusting.
And it is those who are younger that do it.
With words drawn from concepts that are incorrect.
They have high expectations...
For something submitted less than their best.
Hoping for a rating as if competing in a contest.
Wishing that thoughts half expressed,
Makes a bridge to eliminate any guess work!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time, which runs through the world like an endless tinsel thread, seemed to pass through the centre of this room and through the centre of these people and suddenly to pause and petrify, stiff, still and glittering... and the objects in the room drew a little closer together.
quote by Robert Musil
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Happy New Year 2011
Let it not be another new year
With the same usual celebrations
With the same usual great wishes
With the same usual demonstrations
Of happiness and gay
Instead of the New Year showering you joy
You shower it
With a vouch to
Keep yourself happy
Keep yourself healthy
Keep yourself enthusiastic
Keep yourself at peace
Keep yourself cheerful
Keep yourself loveable
Keep yourself simple and least complicated
Keep yourself non-complaining
Keep yourself ever in a ‘growth’ path
And
Keep yourself all that
Which will pave way
For a really lived-life
For years and decades ahead
With you at the centre
And the entire universe around you
Watching with wonder and
Cheering you
At each of your earnest effort
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Smiling Moon
I wandered lonely as the cloud
That floats in the sky, as usual
There found something amazing
Is that the smiling moon
To my wonder, it is the smiling moon
Smiling with two brightest stars
In the dark sky like an angel
Showering the hope through smile
Along with Venus and Jupiter
Slowly smiles my lips with joy.
With dreams of the smile
Walked in the evening, the next day
To see the smiling fairy and found
The heavens from above smiling upon us.
Smile, smile, smile like a smiling moon to
Shower joy to the self and to the world.
poem by Archana Prabahar
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A Piece Of Cake
Rachael wants Rachael wants
Rachael wants because she wants
Rachael wants a piece of cake
Rachael is turning five
Rachael wants a birthday cake
Rachael does not like cake
Rachael wants party expectations
Rachael wants observed promised dreams
Rachael wants her attended party
Rachael sought star centre of attention wants
Rachael her friends wrapped gifts songs wants
Rachael is time suddenly seated shy tongue tied
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Attractions And Distractions
at 18
attraction is a magnet
nails and
shreds of iron fillings
all absorbed
at 25
something changes
because of
the seeping pains
i doubt and i begin
to know
that i am
at 35
one wavers about
what to attract
and when to be
attracted
selective they say
there exists
now this discriminating taste
at 45
everything happens like a
bad dream
who will ever know
that this is what i am
really
i don't even know
anymore
at 55
attraction gets boring
i don't pay attention to
what gives pleasure
or pain
they are all the same
waste of time
and breaks my heart
and weakens
my soul
at 65
i want to rest my case
with all
peace there is.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Obsessive/Oblivious
I'm so obsessive in all my behaviours.
Oblivious too the fear and hatered.
That surrounds me from those that I love.
I wish I could stop and be normal for once.
Obsessive the need for love
oblivious to the fact that I repel
and give no temptation.
A ardous road for a starving soul of no elation.
Obsessive to the point that I can't stand myself.
I'm oblivious to the facts that they all all want me out.
It drives me mad and fills with serious doubt.
The fact that I'm not real or needed through out.
Obsessive behaviours that drive me insane.
I'm oblivious to what's obvious It's plain.
Alone forever because people can't stand.
My obsessive/oblivious behaviour at hand.
poem by Michael McParland
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Parijaat
What a pleasant surprise! I see
Parijaat flowers spilled on the pavement,
And the nondescript tree smiling nearby
With one or two flowers loosely linked to it,
As I do my usual morning walk
In the Bandra-Kurla area, which houses
The International Finance and Business Centre
Of Mumbai city on West coast of India.
The flowers are small with six white petals,
Twirled clock-wise, and very tender;
Each supported by a glowing orange stalk
They have a centre dot of orange again,
Merging into a bright yellow rim around.
Above all, it is the fragrance I love best,
Unique, no perfumery has yet captured it;
Exotic and intoxicating, and no wonder
Our ancient rishis hailed it the flower
Blossoming in the gardens of Heaven.
I wonder whether it is ‘aniccham’ flower
Thiruvalluvar the ancient Tamil poet
Wrote about in his two-line couplet the kural,
“It is so tender and sensitive it withers when
One merely smells it.”
poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph
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Do You Even Know Me?
Do you even know me?
I walk down the street so many are completely oblivious to who I really am.
I wish to know everyone.
Like best friends.
To trust, in the inner most exposing.
A naked body cradled lying on the ground.
Water flows freely to every extremity.
Feeling equal inside.
Throwing away every last bit of pride.
Do you even know me?
I walk down the street so many are completely oblivious to who I really am.
I wish to know everyone.
A persona amplified by class.
I want to eliminate all of it as I pass.
We are all flawed.
Why in our eyes all that is seen is rejection?
Stay away from me you have an infection.
A carcinogenic ailment.
Oh it spreads to quickly.
Do you even know me?
I walk down the street so many are completely oblivious to who I really am.
I wish to know everyone.
Do you even know me?
I walk down the street so many are completely oblivious to who I really am.
I wish to know everyone.
Do you even know me?
I walk down the street so many are completely oblivious to who I really am.
I wish to know everyone.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Simply Lonely
He's lonely
He always is
He just wants the attention
That he never
Receives
Instead he hides
His feelings
In a guise as black as night
He uses red lines
He uses sharp edges
To hide, silently crying inside
They call him a troublemaker
He just wants the attention
That is always denied to him
His mother just sits in her room
Locked up with her boyfriend
Never paying attention
His father is no where to be found
He left years ago
No one can get close enough to see
The class clown
Just wants to have someone's
Undivided attention
To know someone
Truly cares
He's lonely
He always is
He just wants the attention
That he never
Recives
poem by Autumn Winds
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Suspicious Are Those With Wicked Wishes
There is nothing more disturbing,
Than someone observed...
Espressing joy and happiness.
For no apparent reason.
And those on drugs,
Have a certain appearance.
While those alcoholic,
Have eyes clouded in denial.
Those natural high lifers,
Are often thought of to be crazed.
Or completely detached from reality.
And today this amazes those distracted by it!
How often is it that one is seen,
Smiling and content?
And absolutely self abuse free.
While attracting attention AND comments.
Has a rehabilitation been the cause of this sensation?
Something of a discipline has occurred.
With a vibrancy that expresses verve.
How encouraging!
And this takes nerve.
Suspicious are those with wicked wishes.
'Oh...
They 'have' to be doing something more than nothing!
Because too much attention they bring to it! '
And discipline and self respect,
Are the last things loose lips digest in minds to accept!
With an evilness projected.
And leaving those 'bugs' that fly up their asses,
To camp out in a permanent residence.
Although finding it unsafe to stay there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Lesson From The Horse Race
There's no such thing as gallant loser and there's no glory in defeat
And coming first is all that matter and victory is always sweet
For the winning horse and jockey there's a mighty hip hooray
And the jockey he is smiling victory has made his day.
The stable lad leads in his winner he has never known such joy
And the owner pats his race horse as if to say well done me boy
And there's applause for the winning trainer from the large onlooking crowd
And the horse is centre of attention and those who backed him clapping loud.
Near by stands the beaten favourite held there by his stable lad
And with no trace of the horse's owner and the trainer looking sad
In a thrilling photo finish beaten into second place
But he get little recognition for running such a splendid race.
Human life is like the horse race at winning post you've got to lead
Losers are quickly forgotten and to be loved you must succeed
You must strive hard for your glory and if you fail in your vital test
You too will be quick forgotten as winners are remembered best
And there's a lesson from the horse race and it read plain for all to see
If you live for admiration go for outright victory
And you will be the main attraction and all the applause will be for you
And like the poor defeated race horse there will be none for number two.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Sensuality
Key:-
A - anita
R - ray
A: sensuality
Sensuality
Your love got a hold on me
Hey... hey...
Physical attraction
R: like a walk through the valley of paradise
Clouds disappear and the sunshine rises
Inner thoughts overflow like the sea
The secrets and fantasies of the body
It makes you sweat, it makes you wet
The kind of feeling that you got to get
Supernational irreistible
Feel the love, cause I like it sensual!
A: what is this physical attraction?
Cant help it, I need satisfaction
Oh yeah
Sensuality
Its got a hold on me
What is this physical attraction?
Cant help it I need satisfaction
And I knew satisfaction; yeah
R: now take a deep dive, let your emotions go
Further than you wish, but look out be cautious
The mind and body come together as one
But play it safe if youre gonna have fun
You need satisfaction, so start the flexin
Hungry for love, the physical attraction
Sexual, natural, no added flavour
cause I like it sensual
A: what is this physical attraction? physical
Cant help it, I need satisfaction
Oh yeah
Sensuality
Its got a hold on me
Hey... hey...
Sensuality
And I knew satisfaction
Its got a hold on me
Physical attraction
R: got to get it
Phyiscal attraction
Yeah, so sensual
Supernatural irresistible
A: hey yeah.. hey yeah..
Physical attraction
Sensuality
I need satisfaction
A: what is this physical attraction? physical
Cant help it, I need satisfaction
Oh yeah
Sensuality
Its got a hold on me
Physical attraction
Sensuality
Cant get you; sensuality
Its got a hold on me
Sensuality
Fade
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Tourist Attraction
They are in the business of exchanging fantasies.
No one can argue with this direction!
It is an exhausting process too long attempted.
See them for who they are!
And enjoy the reality of knowing what is observed...
Can be wilfully left behind!
Realizing what you find has already been defined,
As a tourist attraction!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Better be Poet! ! !
You should learn to share
and share this love with me
You should give me more attention
and you would have more affection
Loving for yourself is for the poet!
I am not anymore! Turned normal person!
Demanding and in debt with love!
I'm also not liking! !
I'll go back to being what i always was
letters as lovers, verses as boyfriends
then I'll leave and let you
you divide your time, shares your love
and their attention
Alone! !
Because Poet is better to be! !
poem by Mirna Morgan
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The White Poodle
the white poodle rushes inside
the living room
this early morning when i
first open the door
for the air and light
to come in
as i stand by the window
to see the world again
it wags its tail
asking for a little attention
which i so willingly give
and then
with all affection it sits
near my feet
i put my hand on its head
and it rubs its head
warmly on my palm
as usual
we mark this day
with friendship
and then another day unfolds
like a bud blooming for happiness
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In many of the things that people do, they themselves are the centre of attention, but they inscribe some other name on their banner.
quote by Abdolkarim Soroush
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As Usual
The sun was shining…
The breeze was blowing
As usual
The day was dawning
The dusk was falling…
As usual
The people were brisking
The people were frisking
As usual
You died.
My heart was grieving.
It was Durga Puja.
They were celebrating
As usual
(Dedicated to Steve Jobs. I miss him…)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Order is never observed; it is disorder that attracts attention because it is awkward and intrusive.
quote by Eliphas Levi
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Have you ever observed that we pay much more attention to a wise passage when it is quoted than when we read it in the original author
quote by Philip G. Hamerton
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