King is alien
King is alien in foreign land
Poet and scholar are not.
Nothing is impossible for
Powerful and mighty.
For the traders
No place is out of reach.
For a polite talker
No one is stranger.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Power
King is powerful with his army
Poet is powerful with his poetry.
People are powerless with poverty
Traders are powerless with no money.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Alien
Alien to love
Alien to hate
Alien to knowledge
Alien to fate
Alien to sanity
Alien insane
Alien to caring
Alien in pain
poem by Poet Dragon
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In A Foreign Land
It was a matter of fact that when I paid all my tax
I held my world in the palm of my hand
And all of my debts were causing me to defect
To a land of bananas and sand
So I ran, yes I ran, yes I ran to a foreign land
Here I am, here I am
Here I am in a foreign land
Im so glad we made it
I thought wed never land
I grabbed all my cash
And decided to dash far away
Far away, far away to a foreign land
Here I am, here I am, here I am in a foreign land
Goodbye to all of the rich mans daughters
Goodbye to my debts now Im way cross the water
Far away, far away in a foreign land
Here I am, here I am here I am in a foreign land
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
Please tell my mother and all my ex-lovers
That Ive finally made the grade
Please tell my debtors and the money collectors
That all of my bills will be paid some day
Im away, Im away, far away in a foreign land
Goodbye champagne and caviar set
I wanna slum and drink all the rum I can get
Im away, Im away in a foreign land
Here I am, here I am, here I am in a foreign land
But Im all out of my jack and I cant go back
Im away, far away, far away in a foreign land
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Impossible Dream
Sometimes it seems so strange
The way i feel for you
It makes my life so quiet and free
And when you smile at me
It's just that special love
A kind of liberty i never felt before
And i don't need to be a poet
I don't need to be a hero
When all i need to do is keep on loving you
I just have to be me and i don't need to be
The stranger anymore i used to be
In my impossible dream
I keep my fingers crossed
I never want to lose
This new found love that's so alive
I'm so in love with you
My heart has circled in the past
The demons of deceit but now aside i've cast
And i don't need to be a poet
I don't need to be a hero
When all i need to do is keep on loving you
I just have to be me and i don't need to be
The stranger anymore i used to be
In my impossible dream
song performed by by Alphaville
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Heathaze
No cloud, a sleepy calm,
Sunbaked earth thats cooled by gentle breeze,
And trees with rustling leaves,
Only endless days without a care,
Nothing must be done.
Silent as a day can be,
Far-off sounds of others on their chosen run
As they do all those things they feel give life some meaning,
Even if theyre dull.
Its time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real world
As revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere.
The trees and I are shaken by the same wind but whereas
The trees will lose their withered leaves,
I just cant seem to let them loose.
And they cant refresh me those hot winds of the south.
Oh I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.
Now the light is fading fast,
Chances slip away, a time will come to pass
When therell be none,
Then addicted to a perfumed poison,
Betrayed by its aftertaste,
Oh we shall lose the wonder and find nothing in return.
Many are the substitutes but theyre powerless on their own.
Beware the fisherman whos casting out his line
Into a dried up river bed,
But dont try to tell him cos he wont believe you.
Throw some bread to the ducks instead, its easier that way.
I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.
The trees and I are shaken by the same wind but whereas
The trees will lose their withered leaves,
I just cant seem to let them loose.
And they cant refresh me those hot winds of the south.
I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.
song performed by by Genesis
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Two Doors
A long time ago in a land far away,
a stranger appeared from nowhere.
He had journeyed through a portal
that govern time and space.
It pulled him through to a place
of which he knew not where.
On his arrival, he was arrested
and sent before the King
who was a wise old man,
and who loved to play games.
He looked at the stranger,
asked where he had come from.
The stranger could not say.
To say he did not know
was a crime throughout the land.
It was a plea of guilty.
The King looked at the stranger and said.
The punishment for your answer
under our law is certain death.
However, you are a stranger
so I am giving you the choice of two doors.
One door leads to happiness,
the other leads to instant death.
The choice will be all yours.
You will be taken to the arena,
given a special key
that will fit both of the doors.
At the stroke of twelve,
the stranger was marched to the arena
and left standing there.
The two doors stood side by side,
all he had to do was choose.
He moved towards them
and stood for a moment of two.
Finally, he advanced towards the left,
but at the last moment,
changed his mind and opened the right.
As the door opened,
the stranger gasped at what was inside.
Did the stranger open the right door?
I will let you the reader to decide.
30 October 2007
poem by David Harris
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One Unto The Other
What can a poet do for you?
Open up your heart
to let the sunshine through.
What can a poet say to you?
Words so powerful
to put your past in review.
What can a poet give to you?
A moment of prayer
to make you feel brand new.
What can a poet make alive in you?
A picture of your soul
as it comes into view.
What can you give the poet you read?
The chance to reach you
with something you need.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Impossible Dream
Sometimes it seems so strange
The way I feel for you
It makes my life so quiet and free
And when you smile at me
Its just that special love
A kind of liberty I never felt before
And I dont need to be a poet
I dont need to be a hero
When all I need to do is keep on loving you
I just have to be me and I dont need to be
The stranger anymore I used to be
In my impossible dream
I keep my fingers crossed
I never want to lose
This new found love thats so alive
Im so in love with you
My heart has circled in the past
The demons of deceit but now aside Ive cast
And I dont need to be a poet
I dont need to be a hero
When all I need to do is keep on loving you
I just have to be me and I dont need to be
The stranger anymore I used to be
In my impossible dream
song performed by by Alphaville
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To Eat For Three
Seventy palm trees,
Twelve wells of water;
Life is like a romantic night by the fire place.
Oh bread of heaven,
Come up to me on the mountain!
Oh pots of meat,
Come and put me in shape;
Life is like a romantic night by the fire place.
From Ur to Rome,
From Rameses to Succoth,
From Accra to New York,
From Lagos to Bahamas,
I am a stranger in a foreign land.
Fire, wine, husband and wife;
Life is like a romantic night by the fire place.
To eat for three matters to me,
To learn for three matters to you,
I am in a new world learning how to speak!
With my eyes darker than wine,
With my teeth whiter than milk,
Like a strong donkey lying down by two saddles.
This is the joy that i bring to you,
This is the muse of a journey to eat for three;
Life is like a romantic night by the fire place.
Pots of meat,
Bread of heaven,
Of my teeth whiter than snow;
I am a stranger in a foreign land.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fuchsia Hedges In Connacht
I THINK some saint of Eirinn wandering far
Found you and brought you here Demoiselles!
For so I greet you in this alien air!
And like those maidens who were only known
In their own land as daughters of the King,
Children of Charlemagne
You have, by following that pilgrim-saint,
Become high vot’resses
You have made your palace beauty dedicate,
And your pomp serviceable:
You stand beside our folds!
I think you came from some old Roman land
Most alien, but most Catholic are you:
Your purple is the purple that enfolds,
In Passion Week, the Shrine,
Your scarlet is the scarlet of the wounds:
You bring before our walls, before our doors
Lamps of the Sanctuary;
And in this stony place
The time the robin sings,
Through your bells rings the Angelus!
poem by Padraic Colum
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The King Paves The Way
If the king is corrupt,
His subjects will follow suit.
If the king is immoral,
His traders will take upper hand.
If the king listens to the queen,
He will lose mass appeal.
If the king ignores shortfalls
His welfare has no effects.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Frank person and polite talker
Do not say
They are twin
And alike
In nature
And in qualities.
I know
I can not say
A frank person
A cheater
It is the clever
A polite talker.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Rhythm Of The Saints
If I have weaknesses
Dont let them blind me
Or camouflage all I am wary of
I could be sailing in seizures of laughter
Or crawling out from under the heel of love
Do my prayers remain unanswered
Like a beggar at your sleeve
Olodumare is smiling in heaven
Smiling in heaven I do believe
Reach in the darkness
A reach in the dark
Reach in the darkness
A reach in the dark
To overcome an obstacle or an enemy
To glide away from the razor or a knife
To overcome an obstacle or an enemy
To dominate the impossible in your life
Always a stranger when strange isnt fashionable
And fashion is rich people waving at the door
Or its a dealer in drugs or in passion
Lies of a nature weve heard before
Do my prayers remain unanswered
Like a beggar at your sleeve
Balalu-aye spins on his crutches
Says leave if you want
If you want to leave
Reach in the darkness
A reach in the dark
A reach in the darkness
Reach in the dark
To overcome an obstacle or an enemy
To glide away from the razor or a knife
To overcome an obstacle or an enemy
To dominate the impossible in your life
Reach in the darkness
A reach in the dark
Reach in the darkness
A reach in the dark
To overcome an obstacle or an enemy
To dominate the impossible in your life
Reach in the darkness
A reach in the dark
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Illegal Alien
Got out of bed, wasnt feeling too good
With my wallet and my passport, a new pair of shoes
The sun is shining so I head for the park,
With a bottle of tequila, and a new pack of cigarettes
I got a cousin and she got a friend,
Who thought that her aunt knew a man who could help
At his apartment I knocked on the door,
He wouldnt come out until he got paid.
Now dont tell anybody what I wanna do
If they find out you know that theyll never let me through, cos
Its no fun being an illegal alien, no
Its no fun being an illegal alien
Down at the office had to fill out the forms
A pink one, a red one, the colours you choose,
Up to the counter to see what they think
They said it doesnt count man, it aint written in ink.
I dont trust anybody, least not around here, cos
Its no fun being an illegal alien, I tell ya
Its no fun being an illegal alien, no no no no no
Its no fun being an illegal alien, I mean it when I tell ya that
Its no fun being an illegal alien,
An illegal alien, o.k.
Consideration for your fellow man
Would not hurt anybody, it sure fits in with my plan
Over the border, there lies the promised land
Where everything comes easy, you just hold out your hand
Keep your suspicions, Ive seen that look before
But I aint done nothing wrong now, is that such a suprise
But Ive got a sister whod be willing to oblige
She will do anything now to help me get to the outside
So dont tell anybody what I wanna do
If they find out you know that theyll never let me through, because
Its no fun being an illegal alien, I tell ya
Its no fun being an illegal alien, and its getting me down
Its no fun being an illegal alien, no no no no no
Its no fun being an illegal alien, yeah yeah yeah
Its no fun (not much fun) being an illegal alien, I tell ya that
Its no fun being an illegal alien, I tell ya
Its no fun being an illegal alien, no no no
Its no fun (not bloody much fun) being an illegal alien,
Its no fun being an illegal alien, and thats what I am.
song performed by by Genesis
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Smile Rap
Rat was
King...
Cat poet was
Come...
Rat king did not
Run...
Cat sing the song
For rat king...
Rat did not
Happy...
Cat bad words
Useses for rat's...
Politikal...
And rats rabery...
Rat told to solders
Arest the poet cat
'Down down rat...'
Sonded...
Cat poet...
Rat smile rap...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Anyone can be polite to a king, but it takes a gentleman to be polite to a beggar.
From Rameses To Succoth
Seventy palm trees,
Twelve wells of water;
Of a romantic night with wine at the fire place;
Bread of heaven,
Pots of meat,
Come up to me on this mountain!
From Ur to Rome,
From Rameses to Succoth,
From Accra to Hamburg,
From Nima to Lagos,
From Cape Coast to New York,
From Ghana to South Korea,
I am a stranger in a foreign land.
Fire, wine, husban and wife;
Of red wine at the fire place!
Seventy palm trees,
Twelve wells of water;
To eat for three matters to me.
Of eyes darker than wine,
Of teeth whiter than milk,
Like the strong donkey between the two saddle bags;
'Ahyah Asher Ahyah'! !
From Rameses to Succoth,
More words tor the heart;
Oh mankind, you are noted with your works.
Ten minutes to the post office,
Fifteen minutes to school;
I am in anew world learning how to speak!
To read and write,
To walk in the rain,
To sing in the rain,
To dance in the rain,
Why are the bicycles under the roof? !
To sell my mind,
To sleep for three;
To sell my views,
To eat for three;
To sell my works,
To drink for three;
Like the joy of a news to tell my parents!
But, 'Kofi likes Coffee'.
To sail the Alster and the Elbe,
To live like a King with servants,
I am stranger in a foreign land.
'Kofi likes Coffee',
To learn from my sweet muse always;
Of eyes darker than wine when,
There are more things that meet the eyes!
Oh bread of heaven,
Oh sweet of love;
Like a basket among the reeds where,
My mind do capture the events around me.
To eat for three,
To dress for three,
To drink for three,
To sleep for three,
Like a romantic night with wine at the fire place;
This is the joy that i bring to you as a stranger.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Stranger I've Become
A stranger I've become,
In a familiar place.
Gone is a graciousness.
And overnight...
Gone are the smiling faces.
A stranger I've become,
To feelings once enchanted.
With ideals and possibilities,
That seem too foreign to exist...
With the presence of indignities.
A stranger I've become,
And today I'm getting use to welcoming this.
I am getting use to having memories,
From a time I knew had existed.
And few today as I grow older and gray,
Seem to have gone, disappeared...
With similar memories on their minds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Mighty
Walking this high road are warriors from an olden time
Curse on this land and the days far behind us
Dragons weve slain, rescued many maidens fair
And no man ever dared break our stride
Or the brotherhood that binds us.
Brothers are we, marching on the roads of time
From this broken land and the days that defined us
All men are free, justice is a sword we hold
Trusting in the knights noble vow
In the brotherhood that binds us.
When the broken are strong
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the beaten are proud
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the twisted can stand
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the silenced can laugh
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the hunted have turned
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the tortured are sane
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the blinded still stare
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the poisoned remain
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the voiceless can sing
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
And the shackled can run
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
And this downtrodden man holds his face to the sun
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
Well be walking high above the world.
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
Our legend will say
Freak the mighty
Freak the mighty
Freak the mighty
Freak the mighty
song performed by by Sting
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Neither
They neither listened to me and now,
Their lovers are being sold into slavery in a foreign land! !
But i need to sail on to this land to save them,
For, they are my people.
What are they trusting in? ! !
For they have now set riders on the horses to reach out to them;
But, empty words are no longer needed on this issue,
Because, the land mourns and fades away!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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