The Benefits of Chemotherapy
No hair to cut, blow-dry or wax
No eyebrows screaming to be plucked
No vanity to cultivate or tend.
No weight of desire, secure against
The blandishments of an erotic age,
Your energy too low to run your debts.
But there's sufficient time to clear the mind
And, while statistics do not speak as one
Your life might be prolonged, you might be saved.
Yes, time to figure out a lobster roll
Time to write a more reflective poem
To read the history books you choose
To discover where and who you've been
And trace the future hidden in your skin.
Time to call lost friends and greet
The people in the next-door chairs
Make promises to meet again next week.
You can watch the spectral votes being cast
And lost or stolen on TV
And study all the details in the press.
You can stay indoors, indefinitely
Avoid the draft of mendacity
While studying a Tennessee Williams play.
Whether any one of us is cured?
Who knows, maybe yes, we all are.
Statistics are ambiguous, like I said.
Just ensure your nausea Meds are good
Allow yourself comfort. Be reassured:
There is so much more to life than death.
poem by Frank Bana
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Broken Time
Lost track of time
Can´t figure out what u say
Maybe i´ve lost my mind
I can´t just erase and rewind
Needing some time to think
Even tho I can hardly remember
How it can be done
Looking behind me, I´ve left no footprints
On the sand, can´t discover where it begun
Lost track of time
Can´t figure where my life is headed to
Maybe i´ve lost myself
I can´t just dust my old self off that dusty shelf
Needing some time to breathe
Start it all over again
Looking behind me, my feet feel no pain
Can´t realize where it all truly stands
Lost track of time
The clock isn´t ticking anymore,
So i´ll just walk past that rusty door
poem by Nina gáspari
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Test Week
Here comes test week one
There is less time for fun.
Boys are studying hard all day
For them to top in some way.
Some have english first than chemistry
Then physics, maths and history.
They stay up late till twelve 'o' clock
The studying never seems to stop.
For maths, boys practice many sums
And do so well that 'hundred' comes.
Books in the morning, books at night
Books, books, books all the time.
Then comes the end of 'test week one'
Now its time for all the fun.
Nest week inter-house soccer begins
The competitions tough....
....Never know who's going to win!
poem by Varun Pais
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Moments Of Writing Poetry
Draft poems sometimes like
loose ripped off pieces of paper
to be drafted out roughly upon.
Draft poems hang around
in the strangest places waiting
to be written out one day.
Draft poems wait for a poet
to wake at the beginning of day
to be written out, in any
seized moments, sacrificed.
This is now time, shower time, eating time,
reflective time, conversation time, work time;
t.v. time, driving time, riding motorcycle time,
going to sleep time, cooking time, or any time.
Draft poems can only be written
in spared moments of seized time.
Draft poems can only be written today,
they will not wait for fair weather like hay,
which lays around waiting to be harvested.
Draft poems will not wait for a clear sunny day to dawn,
and then mature slowly, over a perfect golden summer.
Draft poems are ever now or never
if they are ever to be swiftly written.
A draft may possibly be perfected
upon any future day of favoured writing;
but a draft never written is a poem
never written, never completed, never known.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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There Is a Time To.....
There is.......
A time to write,
A time to listen,
A time to learn,
A time to play,
A time to read,
A time to see,
A time to lead,
A time to sleep,
A time to be happy,
A time to be mad,
A time to be silly,
A time to be sad.
A time to wake,
A time to stay,
A time to talk,
A time to walk.
A time to help,
A time to hurt,
A time to scheme,
A time to dream,
A time to make a difference,
A time to love,
A time to try,
A time to die
A time to wonder,
A time to want,
A time to live,
A time to do something.
There is always going to be a time,
But will you do something when that time comes?
poem by Michelle Hyde
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Indefinitely
everyday in every way i'm falling
everything that everyone says turns me on/off
shine a light on me
so that everyone can see that i wanna stay here indefinitely
time exists but just on your wrist so don't panic
moments last and lifetimes are lost in a day
so wind your watches down please
cos there's no time to lose
and i'm gonna stay here indefinitely
and i wanna stay here so just let me be
now i can see the light circling round your reflection
and i'm gonna stay here indefinietely
and i'm gonna stay here so just let me be
indefinitely
indefinitely
indefinitely
indefinitely
indefinitely
indefinitely
song performed by by Travis from The Invisible Band
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Where Does A Poem Begin?
WHAT DOES A POEM MEAN?
Where does a poem begin
And where does a life end
And what does it all mean?
The life the poem who and what we are
The stars will go on until they burn out and die in a time we will never see
The earth itself will go until it dies in the heat given by a dying sun.
All things lovely and beautiful
Grass and trees and lilacs and cities of love and people who care for each other
All good and great things-
Greater poems by far than this will forever not be
And music that makes the heart and mind more sublime.
All is vanity of vanity says the preacher.
Though not because it all returns to what it was
And repeats without end what it will continue to be
But because once and only once
Even our Universe will die.
Oh time oh life oh love oh peace
Oh words that try to mean
And cannot stay more than our own small instant of hearing and fearing
Death is our name
Death death death.
God forgive me
Only You can save us.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Good try
Ego is to be satisfied
At every stage you must be lied
Each and every law must be defied
Then laugh at others and wrongly justified
If so then it should not be groomed
If so life is certainly to be doomed
It may bring down your entire empire
Less people may remain with you to admire
You may be your own prisoner
You will be isolated sooner or alter
You will not be able to set free
You will be tied and unable to flee
You won't know when time may pass
Up to this time people might have known your class
You are most hated person but not told on face
Time may soon fix you in unavoidable chase
Try to free from bondage
Still you have time left in age
If you can alter the cycle
You can still avoid the embargo and troubles
Only brave people may be spared
Foolish people may live under and dared
That time may be short lived
Not everything said may be believed
Life may soon be reaching dead end
You will be surrounded by no friends
It will speak of futile enterprise so far
But then you have gone too far
No time to trace back and confine
Life span is already lost and defined
What ego has to do now for bidding good bye?
To come in sense before time may be worth good try
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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For Every Time There Is A Poem
FOR EVERY TIME THERE IS A POEM
For every time there is a poem
And for every season also
For life there is a poem
And for the end of life
For what we love and what we hate
For what we are and what we are not
For our vanity and for our most caring love
For our goodness and for our failings in goodness
For what is and what is not
For what was and what will be
For all things and times and seasons
There is a poem –
But perhaps
Beyond what our mind and reason can know
There is a time too
When no poem
However good or great or wise
Can speak of what we feel-
No poem as deep as the silence of Awe
And Gratitude to G-d.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Went In Search Of My Lost Self
I WENT IN SEARCH OF MY LOST SELF
I went in search of my lost self-
I came across piles of old manuscripts
Stories of my mind long since forgotten-
I was happy at first to see them
I greeted them like old friends with warm eyes
But concealed, they came with a clear demand
For more and more of my time-
Would I give it?
Or would I sacrifice one part of myself for another?
Would I say as I had so often ‘only the present and future self is real'?
Or would I try to meet and know them and somehow save them as myself again?
I do not know
I write this poem too as my real self is somewhere just beyond the now -
In the present in the future where my hands are now typing-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Now Is A Good Time
Now is a time to say to someone I love you
When you see him or she
Now is a good time to celebrate who you were born to be
Now is the good time to say forgiveness to someone that you hurt in the past and move on with your life
Now is a good time to put money for your retirement away
So you can have a pension
Now it is a good time to learn to love yourself
Now it is a good time to discover what you love to do
Now it is a good time to worship God
Now it is a good time to pray for the people of the world
Now it is a good time to lend a hand in the community
Now it is a good time to write your feelings in your note book
Now it is a good time to plant the seeds in the garden so that they Come up during the summer
Now it is a good time to celebrate life
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Busy Day
Plans for Today
Listen to the doves cooing
Have coffee on the patio
Solve the Mideast crisis
Devise ingenious scheme to make millions
from working out of my home
Stare into the fridge a while
Take a nap
Solve the oil shortage
Come up with that clever comeback, that I couldn’t
Come up with years ago
Study for world lit. exam
Take a nap
Try to remember what it was I forgot to do
Travel back in time a bit
Lament the fact that birds won’t let you pet them
Wonder why people act the way they do
Figure out how the Egyptians built the pyramids
Figure out why
Think about doing some vigorous exercise
Take a nap
Do some serious scratchin’ of a wide assortment of itches
Take a walk and think about jogging
Forget about jogging
Remember how to get back home
Take a nap
Rummage through the fridge
Eat a piece of cheese (after scraping off the blue and green mold)
Decide to vote for the independent candidate next election
Wonder where the heck the day went
Wonder why so many people are fat
Think about good food
Look in fridge again
Pet and praise the pup for poo-ing outside
Eat some sardines and crackers
Remember pleasant people, happy times and warm places
Annoy the parakeets by whistling back at them
Play some tennis (at least in my mind)
Nod off for a bit
Wonder why I have hundreds of channels… and nothing to watch
Escape reality in the comfort of a book
Make up lives for the people I watch at McDonalds and walmart
Push the future as far off into the future as I can
Spend some time feeling sorry for myself
Look in the fridge
Try to write something meaningful
Read it later… delet it
Write something trivial, post it…regret it
Look in the mirror and sigh
Go to bed and read for awhile
Then lie wide awake stare at the ceiling and worry
Make plans for tomorrow..
And sigh
poem by David Whalen
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A Not a Poem Poem
A Not a Poem Poem
I will not write a poem
For I am not a poet
I cannot makes things rhyme
I’ve tried for quite some time
So will I write a poem?
NO!
I can’t write poetry
I’ve tried to all my life
Once, I tried to write a poem
About a husband and his wife
It sounded really silly
So I crumbled it up into a ball
That’s why I decided
That I couldn’t write poetry at all
Am I gonna write a poem?
NO!
Well, I’ll try to write a poem
But it will be really bad
It will be absolutely lousy
It will be completely horrible
It won’t be up to snuff
People will say, “Who wrote this stuff? ”
Will my poem be good?
NO!
Can I write a poem?
NO!
Will I write a poem?
NO!
Well, what do you know! ? !
I wrote a poem!
And it’s a pretty good poem, too!
I guess I can write poetry if I try
The next time I’m asked to write a poem,
Will I say no?
NO!
Start Living
(Steven Dale Jones/Amy Powers)
He just can't wait to graduate
He's marking time and counting days
He'll toss that cap and watch that tassel fly
So he can start living
Yeah, finally start living
'Cause he's got big plans
And he'll have time on his hands
To start living
Before he knows ten years are gone
A dead-end job, a mortgage loan
He wonders where the chances passed him by
To really start living
Yeah he wants to start living
And soon he's sure
He can finally afford
To start living
He'll read more books
He'll make more love
He'll talk more to the man above
He'll watch the sunset in the west
And visit Mexico
He'll learn to cook, he'll play some ball
He'll write that book, he'll make that call
He'll take the time
Some other time
Someday he'll do it all
Well sittin' in the barber chair
He sees the silver in his hair
Those golden years are comin' right behind
And then he'll start living
He'll really start living
Yeah he feels tired
Ah, but soon he'll retire
And start living
He'll read more books
He'll make more love
He'll talk more to the man above
He'll watch the sunset in the west
And visit Mexico
He'll learn to cook, he'll play some ball
He'll write that book, he'll make that call
He'll take the time
Some other time
Someday he'll do it all
Well the doctor says, I've got bad news
Afraid there's nothing we can do
And all at once the tears are in his eys
He'll never start living
Never really start living
Yeah he had big plans
But there's no time on his hands
To start living
When he sees the pearly gates
He'll really start living
song performed by by Alabama
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Baudelaire
When I fall asleep, and even during sleep,
I hear, quite distinctly, voices speaking
Whole phrases, commonplace and trivial,
Having no relation to my affairs.
Dear Mother, is any time left to us
In which to be happy? My debts are immense.
My bank account is subject to the court’s judgment.
I know nothing. I cannot know anything.
I have lost the ability to make an effort.
But now as before my love for you increases.
You are always armed to stone me, always:
It is true. It dates from childhood.
For the first time in my long life
I am almost happy. The book, almost finished,
Almost seems good. It will endure, a monument
To my obsessions, my hatred, my disgust.
Debts and inquietude persist and weaken me.
Satan glides before me, saying sweetly:
“Rest for a day! You can rest and play today.
Tonight you will work.” When night comes,
My mind, terrified by the arrears,
Bored by sadness, paralyzed by impotence,
Promises: “Tomorrow: I will tomorrow.”
Tomorrow the same comedy enacts itself
With the same resolution, the same weakness.
I am sick of this life of furnished rooms.
I am sick of having colds and headaches:
You know my strange life. Every day brings
Its quota of wrath. You little know
A poet’s life, dear Mother: I must write poems,
The most fatiguing of occupations.
I am sad this morning. Do not reproach me.
I write from a café near the post office,
Amid the click of billiard balls, the clatter of dishes,
The pounding of my heart. I have been asked to write
“A History of Caricature.” I have been asked to write
“A History of Sculpture.” Shall I write a history
Of the caricatures of the sculptures of you in my heart?
Although it costs you countless agony,
Although you cannot believe it necessary,
And doubt that the sum is accurate,
Please send me money enough for at least three weeks.
poem by Delmore Schwartz
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Limbo
Written: kylie minogue/ dave ball/ ingo vauk
I see them all smiling
Those all around me
They tend to my wounds and alert my senses
And it would be nice
But Im not here
Im dreaming holding on
Time has no meaning
All of it wasted
It smothers me til theres no more air
When will it be
That I can breathe again
Im waiting in the void
(limbo)
Lost in limbo
(limbo)
Limbo limbo
(limbo)
Lost in limbo
(limbo)
This notion of needing
Has held me to ransom
And all I can do is avoid my mind
Dont make me speak
Or hear or look
Because Im hurting help me out
(limbo)
Lost in limbo
(limbo)
Limbo limbo
(limbo)
Lost in limbo
(limbo)
Im in limbo
Im killing time
Im killing time
Caught in the crossfire
Nobody gets it
Im finding it hard to contain myself
Take all my trust
And faith and hope
Until I need it once again
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Power Play
Dear Friends of the day,
I have not time for power play.
Life is too short and sweet,
I can't hear every heartbeat.
I have no time for strife,
I choose to enjoy my life.
I know who I am; where I'm going,
I won't carry power play along.
Power play becomes powerless
I choose to remain harmless.
A person with true power,
Overturns power play every hour.
Then power players look bad,
Even their faces look sad.
It separates the best of friends
Power play comes to an end.
I choose to be fair,
To avoid uncalled for despair.
I leave power play alone,
With my life, I move on.
poem by Barbara Dell Hobbs
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Aim in life
We believe ourselves not to be preoccupied
This fact is always hidden and denied
On number of occasion we continue to hide the face
The life is loosing its charm and no one is able to trace
Life without any aim may be considered as rudderless
We can’t let the life pass on and feel powerless
I believe in exactness, clarity and cleanness
This can form the basis of worship and that can lead us to oneness
Life is like main flagship and to be anchored safely at the shore
It has to find out the options and new ways to explore
We are different kind of animals and need some guidance
You may set it right when opportunity is afforded at once
There is secret fear in the mankind to solve their problems
They may be ridden with worries and feet may crumble
Still they may rise and tackle it with whatever is in hand
This is the main weapon in their hand and shows it in the form of trend
Life is part of fate and part of freedom
It may not confine us to boredom
It is not the wisdom to run away from the scene
There may clear case of loss or win
Why do we chain ourselves in set norms?
Who stops you to think wise and perform?
Do we need fresh thinking with new set of reforms?
We must get ready and always stay well informed
The desire, appetite, ambition and illusion may deceive
It may attract us all the time and in turn receive
The idea is formed in the mind and get ready to set
It is right time to perform and not to forget
Would you like to be chained in cage?
Can your feelings be inscribed in page?
It is to be translated in words and action
You need worry for any set back or reaction
We are living in cosmic present
It has all draw backs and peace is absent
We believe in strong future with no past
We still have no desire for doubts to cast
Do we live senseless and surge ahead?
Is there strong possibility to lead?
Do we have any option to ask apology and plead?
Can we visualize our future and clearly read?
I discover past to realize the future
I may make it strong and very sure
I still have all the ills to cure
I may still go for it and ensure
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Do You Know What You Want
Someone who treats you right
Stay with you day and night
I can tell that's what you need
I know just what to do
I'll take good care of you
Baby you can get that from me
I can tell she's not treating you right
Every time you look at me
So which one will you choose
You look so confused
Tell me the truth
Do you know what you want
Do you know what you want
Do you know what you want
Love's so hard to find
So make up your mind
Do you know what you want
Oh baby can't you see
One minute you're with me
Next one you are all over her
She talks behind your back
You know I'll stay on track
Something she wouldn't for sure
How can I help you to make up your mind
Boy you're running out of time
So which one will you choose
You look so confused
Tell me the truth
Do you know what you want
Do you know what you want
Do you know what you want
Love's so hard to find
So make up your mind
Do you know what you want
[BRIDGE]
Please call me and say
I am the one
You need in your life
The game that you play
Ain't no fun
Please answer me now
Gotta know what you want
I can tell she's not treating you right
Every time you look at me
So which one will you choose
You look so confused
Tell me the truth
Do you know what you want
How can I help you to make up your mind
Boy you're running out of time
So which one will you choose
You look so confused
Tell me the truth
Do you know what you want
Do you know what you want
Do you know what you want
Love's so hard to find
So make up your mind
Do you know what you want
song performed by by M2M from Shades Of Purple
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Caution
Same place, same time;
You have the right to speak out your mind,
Like a flying bird with hope.
Same place, same time;
You have the righrt to speak out but,
Do watch what you speak and how you say it.
In this life,
You have to choose your friends from your heart;
But don't let them choose you!
Many may not be what they say they are,
But, what is the society up to when we do lack love?
Don't forget your past and your identity;
For we all have to learn as we grow.
Same place, same time;
Like letters posted but with no reply,
Because many are yet to learn about life.
Respect is earned by those who deserve it,
Like applications written with no jobs at hand;
But to whom the bell tolls, this poem do speak to as well.
The snake does inherit poison from its mother,
And whatever is conceived in the night must be exposed in the light.
What is he society up to?
Because the smoke and the rabbit had never been friends!
In this world,
Who you are doesn't matter much;
But, what you are!
Because, no matter how high the eagle soars,
It must come back to the earth.
You have the right to speak but,
Do watch what you speak and how you say it;
Because, the worm that eats the vegetable is,
Behind the vegetable leave itself.
Caution!
With words so anew from a bard;
Like a fight between the cat and the snake.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sleeping In The Middle Of The Bed Again
Call it a love song,
Howl like a newborn.
Trying hard to stay warm.
..............
Edition to apocalypse,
Looking for the big hit,
..............
..............
Time after time,
I blow me away...
Sign on the streets now,
Running on the .... now.
Winters here I believe its here to stay.
I read somewhere that religion is for people
Who want to stay out of hell.
I was praying for a sign or a vision or a message
Til you been there you wont get well.
I was sitting in a room, I never recognized it
For the picture before my eyes.
I was sleeping in the middle of the bed again,
Im not sure this qualifies.
Lost in a crosswalk,
Battle on the half ....
Calling cause I cant talk,
Trying til the fire caught up with me.
Flashing like a neon,
Noisy as an a-bomb.
Looking to the beyond,
Staring and laughing at eternity.
Time after time,
I blow me away,
Time on the street now.
Run like I pray now.
Winters here I believe its here to stay.
I read somewhere that religion is for people
Who want to stay out of hell.
I was praying for a sign or a vision or a message
Til you been there you wont get well.
I was sitting in a room,
I never recognized it for the picture before my eyes.
I was sleeping in the middle of the bed again,
Im not sure this qualifies.
I read somewhere that religion is for people,
Who swear they need to be saved.
Im sleeping in the middle of the bed again,
You can trust me I will be brave.
song performed by by Chicago
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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