You break every cliché (a reply to Octavio Paz)
As I turn the magazine’s page
I see your lovely face
catching my eyes
like a morning glory opening
for the sun in a clear sapphire blue sky
and the glitter of your teeth
shines like a set of perfect pearls
and the lines beneath your dress
draws attention to your sheer beauty
and I write this poem to you
whose intelligence and character
I know from the times
that we have met
and I know that there is much more
to you, than photo perfect looks.
Far too many men view you
as just one more shallow head
and instead I know that your beauty
comes deep from your heart,
that it’s part of your soul
and that your integrity
makes you to break every cliché
and that your good humour
and sharp whit
makes you a pleasure to be with
and that you break
the frames that people set you in
by just being you.
[Reference: No More Clichés by Octavio Paz.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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No More Clichés
Beautiful face
That like a daisy opens its petals to the sun
So do you
Open your face to me as I turn the page.
Enchanting smile
Any man would be under your spell,
Oh, beauty of a magazine.
How many poems have been written to you?
How many Dantes have written to you, Beatrice?
To your obsessive illusion
To you manufacture fantasy.
But today I won't make one more Cliché
And write this poem to you.
No, no more clichés.
This poem is dedicated to those women
Whose beauty is in their charm,
In their intelligence,
In their character,
Not on their fabricated looks.
This poem is to you women,
That like a Shahrazade wake up
Everyday with a new story to tell,
A story that sings for change
That hopes for battles:
Battles for the love of the united flesh
Battles for passions aroused by a new day
Battle for the neglected rights
Or just battles to survive one more night.
Yes, to you women in a world of pain
To you, bright star in this ever-spending universe
To you, fighter of a thousand-and-one fights
To you, friend of my heart.
From now on, my head won't look down to a magazine
Rather, it will contemplate the night
And its bright stars,
And so, no more clichés.
poem by Octavio Paz
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Beautiful girl (a reply to Octavio Paz)
Beautiful girl staring out of the page
of a magazine, your perfect body
is cast in lovely rounded lines
with a ravishing smile that catches the eye
of most men, how easily did you cast
your web over me, before I turned the page.
Yet I know you in touch and flesh
and have stroked your blonde hair
and at times read the sadness
hidden behind your charm
and know how you battled life
to find a way to care
when intelligence and education
couldn’t pay for raising
the two children that you love.
[References: No More Clichés by Octavio Paz.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Born To Break My Heart
(carly simon)
You were born to break
You were born to break
You were born to break my heart
The same kitchen, the same eyes
The same reaction to the same lies
It was not so long ago,
A most auspicious start
And only now I know
You were born to break my heart
Born to break my heart...
guilt trip,? i can hear you say
get a grip girl, youve lost your way
You dont begin to understand
I guess its time we part
And don;t be usin? that old cliche:
you were born to break my heart?
You were born to break my heart?
No wonder we looked like the perfect couple
It was brilliantly conceived
It seems I have a yen to lose
And you cant pass up the perfect
Chance to leave
The same plot, the same rain
Just as stubborn as a fool
Youd think I might get smart
But here I am, cursed, to seek love again
>from yet another cold heart
You were born to break my heart,
Born to break my heart
song performed by by Carly Simon
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The Beauty Of A Poem
The beauty of a poem
The beauty of music
The beauty of light
The beauty of life
The beauty which makes us want to live life more
The beauty which pains us inside
The beauty in longing.
The beauty we come upon by surprise
The beauty of the day and the beauty of the night
The beauty we all have inside us
The beauty we can see and feel and never explain
The beauty that lifts us up
The beauty that makes us want to live more
The beauty that makes us reach out to God
The beauty we want to thank God for
The beauty of lilacs
The beauty of autumn leaves
The beauty of the people we love
The beauty that pervades life
The beauty that turns away from us
And will not let us be a part of it
The beauty we hold on to fragilely
As a driven leaf
The beauty the beauty the beauty
Oh life oh God of goodness oh death
The beauty we can never see
And the Beauty within us all
Oh God
The Beauty in us and Beyond us all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Mr.Perfect
Mr. Perfect
By: Jean Pullman
Your smile it warms my soul
Your touch makes me lose all control
Your personality is too good to be true
Your looks I can’t begin to explain what they do.
CHORUS
You’re Mr. Perfect in every way
You become more perfect with every day
You’re Mr. Perfect no matter what they say
You’re Mr. Perfect you blow me away
You are so perfect to me.
Every single thing you do
Makes it impossible to forget you
You are the only one that I can truly say
Is perfect in every way
Maybe that’s why you can’t be
Not with her but with me
Because your perfect and of course you’re taken
Because of you my hearts forsaken.
CHORUS
You’re Mr. Perfect in every way
You become more perfect with every day
You’re Mr. Perfect no matter what they say
You’re Mr. Perfect you blow me away
You are so perfect to me.
I die a little more inside
Every time I look into your eyes
And know that you can’t be mine
It will be hard to find
Another guy like you
Who can take away the blue
So now I go on to say
Your perfect in every way.
poem by Jean Pullman
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A Poem For Those Who Are Sad
did Octavio say that happiness
and charm are cliches?
did he really mean that he
shall write about those who
labor in pain
about those who stopped
smiling because of the
harsh rain
about those who hide
because of the coming storm?
he could be right
not writing about the cliches of
happy days
for they have all enough
that make the sweet syrups
of their eating lives
let me write a poem for those
who are sad
for those who have less
let me write about the opening
of a flower
about the butterflies moving
out from their cocoons
let me write about the
end of the bitter days
for they have less and now
they may have more
through my lines
let me write about the
rising of the sun
the waking up of the boy
from his sleep
and the beginning
of his play on the yard
with his bike
let me write more
about what i really like...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Cat Poem - with discussion
I must not write a poem
because I want to write a poem.
I must try to write the poem
when the poem has to be written.
Yes but what if my cat dies?
Yes, what if my cat dies
and I know my cat lived a
good and honest life
I can write a poem?
I can can’t I
I can have a cat poem can’t I
Life of an honest cat and that
Yes I know, I said the cat was honest
but I didn’t say that I was, and
I lied about the cat
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Discussion:
The poem begins as a slightly
finger wagging exercise in telling
people not to write just because
they want to write a poem - it must
be DRIVEN by the poem's insistence
on being written. The poet is
unable to sustain this arrogance
hence the cat. Then, using the
cat as an excuse, writes the poem
but in the end has to admit that
the cat was just a device to break
the rule outlined in the 4 opening
lines. (Secretly of course the poet
believes or at least hopes that the
poem is good enough to excuse itself
and be allowed to break the rule.)
But of course it isn't
poem by by unknown author
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At The End Of A Perfect Day
Its all in a perfect way
Just a part of the perfect way
And as long as the world goes around
I will pray as I lay me down
At the end of a perfect day
I wake to greet another morning
And feel the cold beneath my feet
I rise to hear my future calling
Its calling to me
I watch the people through my window
Then turn the radio up loud
And then I sit and watch the sun go
And I know as the rains coming down
Its all in a perfect way
Just a part of the perfect way
And as long as the world goes around
I will pray as I lay me down
At the end of a perfect day
Everybody needs some highs and lows
I guess were lucky to be here
And I dont care which way the wind blows
Cos I know through the laughter and the tears
Its all in a perfect way
Just a part of the perfect way
And as long as the world goes around
I will pray as I lay me down
At the end of a perfect day
Just a part of the perfect way
And as long as the world goes around
I will pray as I lay me down
At the end of a perfect
At the end of a perfect
At the end of a perfect day
song performed by by Ronan Keating
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Tribute To The Beautiful Woman Of My Life
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder so they say. Beauty attracts. Beauty is lik
e a pollen grain that attracts. Beauty appeals to the human senses. Beauty ma
kes life palatable. Beauty grants you favor. Beauty open doors. Beauty makes
you glowing for friendship. Beauty make people to always appreciate you. Bea
uty make people extend their hands of fellowship to you. Beauty make people
head turn to look or roll to gasp for air. Beauty make people run over themselves
. Beauty gives accolade and respect.Ho! Beauty Ho!
Beauty Ho! Beauty Ho! Beautiful lady i have given my heart to you
. I have given you my body my total being belongs to you. I am your all in all.Y
our beauty drives me crazy. Your beauty makes me abnomal at times.I cannot c
ontrol myself. I know the thing dey do me!
Do me! Do
me! Your multitude of words should have frighten the men but men still fall on o
ne another to win your love, should your empty talk make men hold their peace
? And when you mock should no one rebuke you. If i say i did not notice your b
eauty as well i deceive myself and posterity will not forgive me for that. If you will prepare your heart, and stretch out your hands toward me and accept me whole heartedly as your only beloved husband, i will fly to the moon because of you, surely you will lift up your face without a spot; yes you would be steadfast and not fear; because you will forget your misery and remember it as water that have passed away. Your life will be brighter than the noonday. Though you were dark, you will be like the morning, and you will be secure because there is hope; yes you would dig around you and take your rest in safety.You would also lie down and no one, i repeat no one would make you afraid, yes many would count your favor. I say with my whole sense of sincerity, tribute to the beautiful woman i love.
poem by Olayemi Ayo
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There Is A Kind Of Silence In Your Eyes (Stave Stanza Sestets)
There is a kind of silence in your eyes,
a glimmering purer than all the skies
that with tranquility speaks to my heart
draw me much nearer when we are apart,
there's something that I grasp, in a way hear,
something very frail when you are too near.
As a perfect white rose during the spring
is petal by tiny petal opening
so very fragile you do enclose me,
so very lovely is your sheer beauty,
there is something that becomes quite clear,
something very frail when you are too near.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Will I Ever Write The Poem That Will Take You Away Into Another Higher World Within Yourself?
WILL I EVER WRITE THE POEM THAT WILL TAKE YOU AWAY INTO ANOTHER HIGHER WORLD WITHIN YOURSELF?
Will I ever write the poem that will take you away
Into another higher world within yourself?
That will move you into feeling the beauty of life
The long deep beauty that lifts the soul beyond itself
That makes you want to live and live more and more?
Will I ever write the poem that makes the music you are
Go beyond any feeling you have ever known
In ecstasy at your life for whatever it is in its own inner song?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Perfect Drug
The perfect drug
I got my head, but my head is unraveling
Cant keep control, cant keep track of where its traveling
I got my heart but my heart is no good
And youre the only one thats understood
I come along but I dont know where youre taking me
I shouldnt go but youre reaching back and shaking me
Turn off the sun, pull the stars from the sky
The more I give to you, the more I die
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You make me hard, when Im all soft inside
I see the truth, when Im all stupid eyed
The arrow goes straight through my heart
Without you everything just falls apart
My blood wants to say hello to you
My feelings want to get inside of you
My soul is so afraid to realize
Every little word is a lack of me
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
(whispering)
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the drug, the perfect drug
Take me, with you
Take me, with you
Take me, with you
(continues in backround)
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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A Poem Which Makes No Reference To Poetry
A POEM WHICH MAKES NO REFERENCE TO POETRY
A poem which makes no reference to poetry
And does not wonder who and what the poet is-
A poem that makes meanings of life outside the world of its own self- reflection-
A poem that is what life is
In some far and different way-
That poem
Waiting elsewhere
Written by someone else
So great in its beauty
And so powerful in its light
That poem written by someone else
About something I know nothing about
In a way I never dreamed or imagined
That poem is not written by me
And never will be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Sonnet: Beauty
The flesh gets beauty, when draped by its skin;
The soul loses beauty, when filled by sin;
The beauty of things is seen when revealed;
The beauty of unseen things is concealed.
Woman! Thy beauty is in concealment;
Nature, thy beauty is the Firmament;
O Man! Thy beauty is by revealing;
Heart, Thy beauty is in deep feeling.
The Grace of God is the dress of the soul!
The Stars, Sun and Moon- the dress of the ‘bowl’! ’
Just as how skin protects the body’s flesh,
Good deeds make a soul beautiful and fresh.
Doing good in life is most important;
Avoiding harm is more significant.
3-1-2000
poem by John Celes
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Perfect Drug (Aphrodite Remix)
the perfect drug
i got my head but my head is unravelling
cant keep control can't keep track of where it's travelling
i got my heart but my heart's no good
you're the only one that's understood
i come along but i dont know where you're taking me
i shouldn't go but you're wrenching dragging shaking me
turn off the sun pull the stars from the sky
the more i give to you the more i die
and i want you
you are the perfect drug
the perfect drug
the perfect drug
the perfect drug
you make me hard when i'm all soft inside
i see the truth when i'm all stupid-eyed
the arrow goes straight through my heart
without you everything just falls apart
my blood just wants to say hello to you
my fears want to get inside of you
my soul is so afraid to realize
how very little good is left of me
and i want you
you are the perfect drug
the perfect drug
the perfect drug
the perfect drug
take me with you
without you everything just falls apart
it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Complete The Nature
Your first name is secrecy
And your face has being ravage by beauty
The center of destruction
A pillar of re creation
A perfect addition to the nature
Filled with the good and the bad
And your presence makes eyes go mad
Evergreen in many minds
In your deceit many go blind
Yet you're a lovely nature
You complete the nature
With a perfect gesture
You're every man strongest point
Every hearts weak point
You complete the nature
poem by Daniel Oluwatobi Olaolu
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Something Beautiful...
Beauty, have you lost yourself again
In the freezing mud
Can’t you remember anymore
That goodbye is not a farewell for me
Sunshine shines through war and peace
Through tears and a bloody breeze
Don’t expect I coming home this time
Good night everything will be fine
Beauty were is the love in the world
Can’t you remember were you should be
From the bottom to the top
Goodbye plains without spring
Sun shines through war and peace
Through tears and a bloody breeze
Don’t expect I coming home this time
Good night everything will be fine
See you in real this it’s just not me
It’s like to see a town without its name
Without the dirt, without the poisonous cloud over me
Beauty makes grace of painful things
Beauty makes a smile on a barbed face
Beauty destroy the ugly things
Beauty, beauty, beauty were are you now
Beauty, beauty, beauty were are you now
Beauty, beauty, beauty….
poem by Not A Dream Choice
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Sonnet: Beauty Of Her Face
For certain he hath seen all perfectness
Who among other ladies hath seen mine:
They that go with her humbly should combine
To thank their God for such peculiar grace.
So perfect is the beauty of her face
That is begets in no wise any sigh
Of envy, but draws round her a clear line
Of love, and blessed faith, and gentleness.
Merely the sight of her makes all things bow:
Not she herself alone is holier
Than all; but hers, through her, are raised above.
From all her acts such lovely graces flow
That truly one may never think of her
Without a passion of exceeding love.
poem by Dante Alighieri
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Window
I was staring out the window
The whole time he was talking to me
It was a filthy pane of glass
I couldn't get a clear view
As he went on and on
It wasn't the outside world I could see
Just the filthy pane that I was looking through
So I had to break the window
It just had to be
Better that I break the window
Than him or her or me
I was never focused on just one thing
My eyes got fixed when my mind got soft
It may looked like I'm concentrated on a very clear view
But I'm as good as asleep
I bet you didn't know
It takes a lot of it away if you do
So I had to break the window
It just had to be
Better that I break the window
Than him or her or me
So I had to break the window
It just had to be
Better that I break the window
Than him or her or me
Because the fact in fact
Whatevers in front of me is covering my view
So I can't see what I'm seeing in fact
I only see what I'm looking through
I had to break the window
It just had to be it was in my way
Better that I break the window
Then forget what I had to say
So again I've done the right thing
I was never worried about that
The answer's always been in clear view
But even when the window's clean
I still can't see for the fact
That when it's clean it's so clear
I cant tell what I'm looking through
So I had to break the window
It just had to be
Better that I break the window
Than him or her or me
I had to break the window
It just had to be it was in my way
Better that I break the window
Then forget what I had to say
I had to break the window
It was in my way
Better that I break a window
Then forget what I had to say
Or miss what I should see
Or breaking him or her or me
song performed by by Fiona Apple
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True Love
When I first saw you
You totally blew me away
With your beautiful face and gorgeous smile
It feels like love at first sight
Having you beside me
Makes me a better man
You always bring out the best in me
And that’s one of the many thing I like about you
But some people are suffering because of our love
And I know that I’m the one to blame
Because they say that I’m not good enough for you
That I’m not perfect for you
I know that you don’t want me to go
And I know that you love me just the way I am
But I want you to have the best
For that I need to be the best
Even though fate is breaking us apart
I swear I will never forget you
Because when I think of you
I don’t feel that I’m alone
I just wish we could freeze the moments were together
All the happy memories we had
All the sweetest moment in our life
Even the worst thing we’ve been through
But for now I want to break-up with you
Not because I don’t love you because I do
I just want you and those people to see that I could be perfect for you
That we are meant to be together
I am asking you if you could wait for me
I promise that when I come back
I will prove to you and to those people that I’m perfect for you
I just want you to believe in me
poem by Jhustin Sanao
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