Front Page Pictures (New York Times,11 - 15 September,2006)
Two huge holes sunk five years in the ground
A cornerstone is fashioned, left unmoved
The emptiness of compromised reply
The funeral of an Afghan governor
A bomber kills himself and seven more
The deadly chains of multiplying hate
Two sari'ed women talk while eating cakes
Beside a bakery counter in Chennai
Diabetes spreads among the upper class
A family cooks by flashlit dark in Gaza
Lighting candles when the batteries fail
Negotiators dance, until the power returns
Senators wrestle their provisions
For men four years in cages without trial
Plain facts lie obscured on marble floors
The wounded wombs, the gashes in men's hearts
Cannot be known or viewed in front page pictures
Daily, they require a look inside.
poem by Frank Bana
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The Rumour
(elton john/bernie taupin)
This is the last time
Ill look across this table
And try to face a feeling I dont even recognize
This is a sad hand
That reached across and touched you
When all wed built around us came crashing to the ground
There was a tide turning
Somewhere deep inside us
When all these years together seem lost behind my tears
Oh there were good times
But in between the dog days
I felt the pain of rumour whisper in my ears
But I still tried to love you
I still tried to care
Still tried to hold on with the power of my prayers
But you cant fight the rumour
You cant argue with you heart, no
Once the rumour spreads, once the rumour spreads
Once the rumour spreads, the truth is just a thing of the past
As the rain falls
I listen to the radio
And try to memorize the words to georgia on my mind
But were no old song
We never stood the test of time
The lies inside the rumour left trust so far behind
But I still tried to love you
I still tried to care
Still tried to hold on with the power of my prayers
But you cant fight the rumour
You cant argue with you heart, no
Once the rumour spreads, once the rumour spreads
Once the rumour spreads, the truth is just a thing of the past
And when we say goodbye
Be sure to look me in the eye
And know the real secret
Was the thing we didnt have to hide
But I still tried to love you
I still tried to care
Still tried to hold on with the power of my prayers
But you cant fight the rumour
You cant argue with you heart, no
Once the rumour spreads, once the rumour spreads
Once the rumour spreads, the truth is just a thing of the past
Once the rumour spreads, once the rumour spreads
The truth is just a thing of, its just a thing of
The truth is just a thing of the past
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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No Reply At All
Talk to me, you never talk to me.
Ooh, it seems that I can speak.
But I can hear my voice shouting out.
But theres no reply at all.
Look at me, you never look at me,
Ooh, Ive been sitting, staring, seems so long.
But youre looking through me
Like I wasnt here at all.
No reply, theres no reply at all.
Dance with me, you never dance with me.
Ooh, it seems that I can move,
Im close to you, close as I can get.
Yet theres no reply at all,
Theres no reply at all.
I get the feeling youre tryin to tell me,
Is there something that I should know?
What excuse are you tryin to sell me?
Should I be reading stop or go, I dont know.
Be with me, seems youre never here with me,
Ooh, Ive been trying to get over there.
Ah, but its out of my reach.
And theres no reply at all.
Theres no reply at all.
I get the feeling youre trying to tell me;
Is there something that I should know?
What excuse are you trying to sell me?
Should I be reading stop or go, I dont know.
Maybe deep down inside,
Im trying for no one else but me.
Too stubborn to say, the buck stops here.
Its not the one youre looking for.
But, maybe deep down inside,
Im lying to no one else but me.
Oh but my back is up.
Im on my guard - with all the exits sealed.
Listen to me, you never listen to me,
Ooh, and it seems theres no way out,
Ive been trying, but we cannot connect,
And theres no reply at all,
Theres no reply at all,
Theres no reply at all,
No reply at all.
Is anybody listening - oh oh,
No reply at all...
song performed by by Genesis
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Crosseyed & Painless
Lost my shape-trying to act casual!
Cant stop-i might end up in the hospital
Im changing my shape-i feel like an accident
Theyre back!-to explain their experience
Isnt it weird/looks too obscure to me
Wasting away/and that was their policy
Im ready to leave-i push the fact in front of me
Facts lost-facts are never what they seem to be
Nothing there!-no information left of any kind
Lifting my head-looking for danger signs
There was a line/there was a formula
Sharp as a knife/facts cut a hole in us
There was a line/there was a forula
Sharp as a knife/facts cut a hole in us
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
The feeling returns/whenever we close out eyes
Lifting my head/looking around inside
The island of doubt-its like the taste of medicine
Working by hindsight-got the message from the oxygen
Making a list-find the cost of opportunity
Doing it right-facts are useless in emergencies
The feeling returns/whenever we close out eyes
Lifting my head/looking around inside.
Facts are simple and facts are straight
Facts are lazy and facts are late
Facts all come with points of view
Facts dont do what I want them to
Facts just twist the truth around
Facts are living turned inside out
Facts are getting the best of them
Facts are nothing on the face of things
Facts dont stain the furniture
Facts go out and slam the door
Facts are written all over your face
Facts continue to change their shape
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
song performed by by Talking Heads
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Holes
There's three in the wall from those pictures in the closet
Two in the bedroom from that night I lost it
One deep inside me determined to stay
They don't get any bigger but they don't go away
Holes in and around me I keep falling back into
Holes digging its around me
God knows what I'm gonna do
To fill in these holes left by you
Left by you
I pour drink after drink but nothing hit bottom
I've been on my knees admitted my problem
The love that we made still barely an echo
I'll try anything in these vacant hollow
Holes in and around me I keep falling back into
Holes digging its around me
God knows what I'm gonna do
To fill in these holes left by you
Left by you
There's two through my hands and one through my feet
From this cross that I bare to the day that I see
Its guilt and its blame its shame and its love
song performed by by Rascal Flatts
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Candles
The days of the future stand in front of us
Like a line of candles all alight----
Golden and warm and lively little candles.
The days that are past are left behind,
A mournful row of candles that are out;
The nearer ones are still smoking,
Candles cold, and melted, candles bent.,
I don’t want to see them; their shapes hurt me,
It hurts me to remember the light of them at first.
I look before me at my lighted candles,
I don’t want to turn around and see with horror
How quickly the dark line is lengthening,
How quickly the candles multiply that have been put out.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Irom Sharmila, My Daughter
I see people eating
in front of shopping-malls
I see people eating
in front of reality shows
I see people eating
in front of cinema-halls
Only IROM, my daughter,
hematophobic,
hasn't eaten ten years
for only she knowseating
to be homicide
when bread is dipped in read...
poem by Rudra Kinshuk
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My Next Thirty Years
(track 12 - time 3:37)
(phil vassar)
I think Ill take a moment, celebrate my age
The ending of an era and the turning of a page
Now its time to focus in on where I go from here
Lord have mercy on my next thirty years
Hey my next thirty years Im gonna have some fun
Try to forget about all the crazy things Ive done
Maybe now Ive conquered all my adolescent fears
And Ill do it better in my next thirty years
My next thirty years Im gonna settle all the scores
Cry a little less, laugh a little more
Find a world of happiness without the hate and fear
Figure out just what Im doing here
In my next thirty years
Oh my next thirty years, Im gonna watch my weight
Eat a few more salads and not stay up so late
Drink a little lemonade and not so many beers
Maybe Ill remember my next thirty years
My next thirty years will be the best years of my life
Raise a little family and hang out with my wife
Spend precious moments with the ones that I hold dear
Make up for lost time here, in my next thirty years
In my next thirty years
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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You Talk To Me Of Pain
You talk to me of pain
Of love, lust and hate.
.
You talk to me of eternity,
Of death, hell, and frivolity.
.
You talk to me of yesterday,
Of regrets, of past mistakes.
.
You talk to me of religion,
Of God, and the power of institution.
.
You talk to me of right and wrong
of man's folly, and the the destruction in war.
.
You Talk to me of Heavenly,
Of law, love and poverty.
.
In the creeks, another family,
Abandoned, wallowing in penury.
.
Another mother and child, dying in need
Of leaders, with empty promises
.
Brothers, these are the things,
That kills our beloved country.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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The Oxford Thrushes
FEBRUARY, 1917
I never thought again to hear
The Oxford thrushes singing clear,
Amid the February rain,
Their sweet, indomitable strain.
A wintry vapor lightly spreads
Among the trees, and round the beds
Where daffodil and jonquil sleep,
Only the snowdrop wakes to weep.
It is not springtime yet. Alas,
What dark, tempestuous days must pass,
Till England's trial by battle cease,
And summer comes again with peace.
The lofty halls, the tranquil towers,
Where Learning in untroubled hours
Held her high court, serene in fame,
Are lovely still, yet not the same.
The novices in fluttering gown
No longer fill the ancient town,
But fighting men in khaki drest--
And in the Schools the wounded rest.
Ah, far away, 'neath stranger skies
Full many a son of Oxford lies,
And whispers from his warrior grave,
"I died to keep the faith you gave."
The mother mourns, but does not fail,
Her courage and her love prevail
O'er sorrow, and her spirit hears
The promise of triumphant years.
Then sing, ye thrushes, in the rain
Your sweet indomitable strain.
Ye bring a word from God on high
And voices in our hearts reply.
poem by Henry Van Dyke
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Life In Minutes
Opening the book I see my first
pictures of my life. Though I dont
remember I see the expression of
importance and happiness on my
parents face. I turn the page to
see myself crawling and attempting
to walk across the floor. There is
even one where I have fallen and
I can see the determination in my
eyes that Ill try again. Turning
the page I see some of my first
memories as I am running toward
my mom who has the camera in the
one of the pics. Another of my second
birthday with my smile and enjoyment
of the new toys that I most certainly
wanted. As I continue to turn the pages
and see my life unfold before my eyes as
if I was living each moment over
again. Finally we approach my high
school years where I see old friends
that have come and gone. The memories
of my first love as we embrace one
another in several pictures from
football games all the way to senior
prom and even graduation. I relive
our first kiss the school parking lot
after a football game to our last
kiss just a few years later where
our paths seperated. Now I point
and laugh at all the pictures of
birthdays and family events even fun
times with friends. Hard to believe
but my entire life that has taken me
years to live but only minutes to
relive it all.
poem by Jacob Adams
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Lighting Up The Candles
Lighting up the candles, lighting up our love
Lighting up the candles, lighting up our love
Lighting up the candles
To what use to be
Tender memories in moments of love
Happy times and bad times
All seem wonderful
When you have a toast to moments of love
Lighting up the candles, lighting up our love
Lighting up the candles
To what use to be
Tender memories in moments of love
Happy times and bad times
All seem wonderful
When you have a toast to moments of love
I really think we could have made it
To that forever and a day
But destiny and fate decided
They would get in our way
Lighting up the candles
Wishing you the best
Like the happiness in moments of love
For lighting up the candles
Spark the memories
Helping us to see more moments of love
I really think we could have made it
To that forever and a day
But destiny and fate decided
They would get in our way
For lighting up the candles
Spark the memories
Helping us to see the need for what was
Helping us to see more moments of love
Lighting up the candles, lighting up our love
Lighting up the candles, lighting up our love
Lighting up the candles, lighting up our love
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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I Hate Women Drivers!
I hate women drivers!
Why, can they not park?
Near the kerb?
Not anywhere
With no regards!
I hate women drivers!
Especially in the dark
They put on their blinkers
Because, they can not see.
The problem, is neither can we!
I hate women drivers!
How they love to drive fast
Only for school runs
Then they cruise all day long
I hate women drivers!
Do they believe?
That the traffic lights are stops
To make phone calls
For their daily needs
I hate women drivers!
Can they see there are lines in the road?
They signify lanes
You should only drive in one
Not in all 3!
I hate women drivers!
They stop at zebra crossings
Because they feel this is the time
To speak to their friends and catch up
What feels like an hour long!
I hate women drivers
Oh, I wish men
Will stop shouting
THIS AT ME!
poem by Sarwah OseiTutu
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Whisper
I wonder if at times
You ever think of me
Or even call my name.
I dont suppose you do.
They talk of rain
They talk of time
They talk of pain
They talk of mine.
They whisper names
They whisper news
They whisper shame
They whisper you.
I tried to look for you.
I tried for years and years.
I wonder if you knew?
I dont suppose you cared.
i leave old memories
Ghosts in hearts like yours.
I left your words unheard
Like whispers in my heart.
I think of tears
I think of who?
I think of years
I think of you.
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Pictures Of Pain
How does it feel
Don't know if I could ever do it
Can't keep my fingers still
I fell once you didn't see it
Face on the ground I'm still
Pray this is not forever
She's like a sacred stone
I'll climb high until I see it
And then I'll let you know about me
How does it feel
Cause lifes lifes not the same
I've got your photograph
It kills me every day
Just want to talk about it
Think about it will you listen
You're like the Mona Lisa I can't find
I love the way you look at me
As I surround myself with
Pictures of Pain
How does it feel
Slapped down wish that I could feel it
Can't pull myself away
Don't think I will ever make it
I'm in the acid rain I'll crack up if I don't see it
They'll have to hold me down both hands tied
They're getting tighter but no-one sees me now
How does it feel it wont fade away
It kills me everyday how does it feel
It fades away it kills me everyday
Just want to talk about it
Think about it will you listen
You're like the Mona Lisa I can't find
I love the way you look at me
As I surround myself with
Pictures of Pain
How does it feel
Pictures of Pain
Cause lifes lifes not the same
I've got your photograph
It kills me everyday
How does it feel
It won't fade away it won't fade away
How does it feel
Just want to talk about it
Think about it will you listen
You're like the Mona Lisa I can't find
I love the way you look at me
As I surround myself with
Pictures of Pain
Do you care if I go I will crack like a bone
Do you care if I bleed
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song performed by by Feeder
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Empty Holes
Fill up the empty holes in my life.
Fill them before it's too late.
Find the missing qualities I have
and let the emptiness abate.
Recognition of these things I need
must be foremost in my mind.
Or the empty holes that need attention
will probably be left behind.
They will follow me like burned out stars
that cannot shine again.
And the emptiness I feel inside
will mark my journey's end.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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~~I Hate You~
I hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you. i hate you. i hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you. i hate you. i hate you. i hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you. i hate you. i hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you.i hate you. i hate you. i hate you. i hate you. i hate you. i hate you. i hate you.
I hate you when you don’t love me
I hate you when you don’t come home
I hate you when you hate me
I hate you when i see you kissing a girl
I’ve always hated you
You’ve broke my heart into little pieces
My life gets worse when I stay
My life gets worse when I drink
My life gets worse when you yell At Me
You’ve always think I was a piece of trash
I hate I hate you I hate you I hate I hate you I hate you I hate you
I hated you So Much!
Look up to your heart. you’ve always hurt me in public
I hated you when you drink
I hate you when I see you around with that Women of yours
It just makes me want to cry.
In the night I cry out loud for MY family, The Ones You’ve Cared And Loved So Much
Always making other decisions
Telling lies to Your family.
But Some Day You’ll Find Away To Get You And The Family Together.
poem by Sonya Wesley
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Crazy for the up
You adopt what the upper class practise.
You put on what the upper class wear.
You ape the upper class in all forms
With strain to be up in their estimation.
10.11.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Reminiscing The Dorm And The College Years
i had the chance of looking back
at the pictures of our college years.
the thin guy
so shy just making himself felt
at the corner of the hall
when she comes
the thin guy leaves at once
hiding his face
behind the pile of books
at the library
at the beach one Sunday
he is at the back of everyone
only his face is shown
his body again hidden from
the fat guy in front
he had crushes on those
tall women with big breasts
and white legs
but he had no courage
to be himself
i look at the pictures again
and i begin to laugh at myself
i could have said all that i wanted to say all those years
but i was a coward then
and lived within the world of my own
like the rain man.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Not of Matched and Mated Souls
Should one who speaks with malice,
Be expected to understand...
After saying something that offends,
And then grandstands in a public reprimand?
Should love forgive and let live again?
Is it okay when one of upperclass...
Degrade the ones who keep them paid,
By making comments said to demean
And with such esteem and crass!
It makes no difference who they are...
When tirades spoken.
Are just small tokens.
Of the dark and depthness...
A deftness honed to spew,
From an uncloaked shattered past
Without class and viewed.
Someone with these memories,
Burns inside with hate...
And the venom that boils within their hearts,
Will never change with condolences they make!
They are not of matched and mated souls!
Something has left a hole in them,
Nibbling to destroy and eat their bleak fates!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dance Between Two Women
Thank you for the flowers you brought me today
And thank you for the kindness you showed me today
No love can be stronger than between two strong women
No man can ever know the dance between two women
We can dance... my lady... may I have this dance?
Thank you for the wisdom the knowing from inside
And thank you for the comfort only a woman can provide
No man can ever know the dance between two women
Love cant be stronger than between two strong women
We can dance... my lady... may I have this dance?
Thank you for the strength without a need for power
And thank you for the rhythym, the sacred circle
Love cant be stronger than between two strong women
No man can ever know the dance between two women
Like you and i
We can dance... my lady... may I have this dance?
song performed by by Jewel
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