Deathwalk
It was November of the mourn
In shootouts challenged life but worn,
the lines of worriness on brow.
Holding a smoke, his lonely being,
his hands steady on deathly sin,
in all gunfights, he had to draw.
And he was fast, ever so fast,
as both his hands suddenly flashed,
with sixes' thunderous echo.
Twas noon, he stood on same deathwalk,
devil of dust and the gunsmoke,
dry winds in Tombstone derecho.
Instinctively ejected shells,
replaced bullets, some rung the bells,
- unfavorable her eyes amber.
And ever since when dry gusts swirl,
her eyes in soul turn thoughts to hurl,
cause of the dead gunfighters numb'r.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Dark Angel
Dark angel of heartbeating pound,
sixth sense of premonition glide,
kin to his ways and scopes to bound,
steel spurs transmit the spell around,
that duel's guns and death astound,
companion keen to stand aside,
Dark angel of heartbeating pound,
sixth sense of premonition glide,
Gunfighters' walk on dust, midday,
where forty fours will blossom fire,
his eyes sweep on each detail,
a draw of bluff on deathwalk trail,
will have sixes' to beat double play,
black coat, gun belt - thorn dry briar.
Gunfighters' walk on dust, midday,
where forty fours will blossom fire.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Tomorrow After Yesterday
Your hands cupped together,
holding an ocean of tears,
Your eyes are the clouds,
of the atmosphere,
releasing raindrops one by one down your face.
Your crying reminds me of the sleepless thunders,
that never stops,
adding more and more tears to the ocean in your hands.
Your heart beating fast with anxiety,
waiting for the pain to become part of the past.
You're better than that.
So push the clouds away,
Open your eyes,
drain the ocean in your hands,
and breathe in the new day.
poem by Amber Leigh
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Demon's Tears
With magdalenesh thoughts cradled within his arms,
And church bells chiming sabbatical alarms,
A curved caricature weeps with lost love,
Town square suddenly flooded with no clouds above,
Resonate tocsin pealing with creature’s quail,
Welled eyes curse the ground as he swishes his tail,
His celestial love shot down in the sky,
Hands shown supine to the heavens in silent why?
Surely it was not meant to end in such a way?
Felled whilst she aberrated the azure in play!
The glittered iris of her beautiful eye,
Matched the gem of the sky, dual lapis lazuli,
Now that sparkle equalled the tears of demon’s heart,
All good is rung and all reason does depart,
Replaced by molten magma flamed fury,
And all of this world was anathematised by he,
Condemned at the height of once sunny noon,
To forever live in fear under the moon,
The Sun eternally blinded by shrouds,
Of thick plumed, statically charged clouds,
The ashen haze to mark only dusk and dawn,
No more to seek the morn, only to rain, weep and mourn,
As there will be no seraph sent sunshine tomorrow,
Only the thunderous residue of demonic sorrow.
poem by Dale Mullock
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Curtain Of Desperation
They stood in the curtain of desperation
with cold eyes narrowed on one another.
Their hearts beating quicker as moments ticked by
and the dust that curled around their boots,
where one within would eventually lie.
They stood facing one another
on the lonely dusty street with no heart.
Their hands hovered nervously
over the guns they wore on their hips.
Each waited for the others move,
and slowly the hands moved closer
to the marking of one’s time.
Within seconds, it was over
as two cracks of thunder broke the silence
with smoke mixed with dust concealing momentarily
the lonely dusty street with no heart.
When it cleared, only one was standing,
the other lay in the dust cold and silent.
The curtain of desperation that was ripped apart
in the thunder, smoke and dust.
Now it cleared to the only one
who would walk away to face
the curtain of desperation
again on another day.
1 July 2011
poem by David Harris
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Helping Hands
these hands
these so sore helping hands
and these eyes
seeing through all the black and white,
a monovision more incommon than not,
these hands like talons ripping as fast they can
fish
trapped inside
the barrel
as he cocks his wrist,
that tiny gap of silent air
and in an instant these fish know they're goners,
full of holes
that what this life of mine has been like...
a great tapestry to the biggest moths
and the kindest spiders
as well as the coldest eyes
and the softest hands
however these hands,
rough and dry
witnessed it all first hand
and then the other.
poem by David Thomas
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Cannot Be Fully Contained.....
i have secrets
those valleys and
hills that i love and that
i can exchange
my soul for
those sunsets
that i adore and which
you cannot see
and ever speak
for which my eyes
feast and delight
my hands hold so
dear
like the sun and
winds
too many of them
not one, yet, you can
feel
i am dead
because of those
that you have
never seen
or tasted
and so forgive me
for all those
lies
those excuses
i am alive
in the world of the dead
because
of too much
bliss
my hands even in
thousands
my eyes even in
hundreds
cannot be
fully contained.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lines Of My Hands
are we really meant for each other?
let the lines of our hands grow mouths
let them speak about a reunion of hearts
do i see you once again holding hands
with your shadow? or was it me wrapping
my hands with water? or blinding my eyes
with what fairies use in their flights?
the stars of the zodiac, what are they
really talking about? about us? two lips
fusing a rose? promises grasping for
protocols? the jalousies are like tongues
begging for words, and the floors are
empty arms thirsting for an embrace.
the lines of my hands are ants drawing
a destiny. I look at all these, and where
they must all lead me. One furrows for
death, the other delineates for life.
I cup the water of life, and drink.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Holdin' An Amazing Love
Another guy in line on Highway Nine in a rush
Clocking in and out again I guess I'm just
An average man but these calloused hands
Are holding an amazing love
I have seen treasured dreams turn to dust
That fade away like yesterday that I'll never touch
But fortune's been kind 'cause these arms of mine
Are holding an amazing love
So just hold me closer
And tell me you love me
And that everything is alright
Oh the weight of the world
Rolls off my shoulders
Whenever I look in your eyes
Just another guy pulling in the drive in a rush
Standing at the door's what he's living for and needs so much
Just an average man but these calloused hands
Are holding an amazing love
I'm just an average man but these calloused hands
Are holding an amazing love
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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Holding An Amazing Love
Another guy in line on highway 9 in a rush
Clockin in and out again, I guess Im just
An average man, but these calloused hands
Are holding an amazing love
I have seen treasured dreams turn to dust
That fade away like yesterday that Ill never touch
But fortunes been kind cuz these arms of mine
Are holding an amazing love
So just hold me closer and tell me you love
And that everythings alright
For the weight of the world rolls off my shoulders
Whenever I look in your eyes
Just another guy rolling in the drive in a rush
Standin at the door, is what hes livin for and needs so much
Just an average man, but these calloused hands
Are holding an amazing love
Im just an average man, but these calloused hands
Are holding an amazing love
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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A Good Man
I
A good man never dies--
In worthy deed and prayer
And helpful hands, and honest eyes,
If smiles or tears be there:
Who lives for you and me--
Lives for the world he tries
To help--he lives eternally.
A good man never dies.
II
Who lives to bravely take
His share of toil and stress,
And, for his weaker fellows' sake,
Makes every burden less,--
He may, at last, seem worn--
Lie fallen--hands and eyes
Folded--yet, though we mourn and mourn,
A good man never dies.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Detachment
I live between two worlds.
On this substantial earth
senses stir in morning wind
eyes liven in golden light
the noonday sun flares,
arms, legs, back brushed with fire,
fevered brow, I hear clanging bells
the blare of trains, elephantine
motion, sure and steady
over the ungiving ground.
How shall I detach
from this panoply, this
pulsing world,
rousing
swirl of all-
sense?
Yet
when I pause
and look into your eyes,
your silence undoes me.
My soul twitches and sinks,
blissful, drowning fish
into the mystical
ink of your
eternal
wish.
poem by Steven Federle
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So Fast, So Numb
Movin through rough waters motel boy,
And swimming in your sleep.
How could I be so blind, mis-sighted,
Not to see theres something wounded deep.
Anyone could scratch your surface now,
Its all amphetamine
Youre blasting yourself into the present
Learn some vast indignity, stay that,
You say that you hate it
You want to re-create it
Ive been around, Ive been your lover.
I let it go at kill devil hill,
Youre coming onto something so fast, so numb
That you cant even feel.
Youre drinking the wrong dream now baby,
You do-si-do, saddo
Youre you in cartilage, shark-eyed, shock horror, all present tense,
And boy your blood is running cold.
Listen, this is now, this is here, this is me,
This is what I wanted you to see.
That was then, was that, that is gone, this is past,
You cast yourself cast, passed by, gone down fast.
You say that you hate it.
You want to recreate it.
Ive played this round, Ive played your lover.
Ive played it out to the hilt.
Youre comin on with something so fast, so numb
That you cant even feel.
You love it. you hate it.
You want to re-create it.
Now, this is here, this is me.
This is what I wanted you to see.
That was then, was that, that is gone.
That is what I wanted you to feel.
You love it. you hate it.
You spit it out, the bitter pill.
Ive been around, Ive been your lover
I let it go at kill devil hill.
Youre coming onto something so fast, so numb
That you cant even feel.
Ive played this round, Ive played your lover.
Ive played it out to the hilt.
Youre comin on with something so fast, so numb
That you cant even feel.
You played around, you played me lover,
I let it go at kill devil hill,
Youre moving so hard, so fast, so numb
That you cant even feel.
song performed by by REM
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Dirge
Prayer unsaid, and mass unsung, Deadman's dirge must still be rung:
Dingle-dong, the dead-bells sound! Mermen chant his dirge around!
Wash him bloodless, smooth him fair, Stretch his limbs, and sleek his hair
Dingle-dong, the dead-bells go! Mermen swing them to and fro!
In the wormless sand shall he Feast for no foul glutton be:
Dingle-dong, the dead-bells chime! Mermen keep the tone and time!
We must with a tombstone brave Shut the shark out from his grave
Dingle-dong, the dead-bells toll! Mermen dirgers ring his knoll!
Such a slab will we lay o'er him All the dead shall rise before him!
Dingle-dong, the dead-bells boom! Mermen lay him in his tomb!
poem by George Darley
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The Great Gunfighters (Fun Poem 70)
They stood facing each other in the street;
each had a revolver strapped to their hip.
They stood with their legs apart
as their hand hovered above their holster.
Each looked into the others eyes,
a blink by either of them
could bring on a draw.
However, the guns they used
weren’t as accurate as some would believe;
they probable miss each other completely.
So much for some of the great gunfighters
as most earned their reputations
by shooting someone in the back.
11 February 2007
poem by David Harris
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Pillow Your Eyes
From closet cultivation demo tape
Viewed the scene on a black and white t.v.
Chose your words hey mom I want to be...
So, study hard. your work became your cell.
Dont you dare inhale, or youll be damned to hell!
No! yes, back and in your prime and things are in a swirl.
Solaced with your choice, out pops a baby girl!
Family now complete, and powers in your hands.
Youve won the greatest prize, its time to take a stand.
Sphincter freed last on your common throne.
You think the kill weeds chompin at your noodles flow.
Theres somethin about the herb, so fast, hypnotize.
A ripened head change thatll pillow your eyes.
Will you be the superman inflicting drastic change?
The power of your name has spanded out a boundless range.
Will you meet the needs of a fast paced, awkward, life-span I call we?
Our trust is now within you. so by soul cries let it be.
Pillow your eyes! yes, i, praise jah!
song performed by by Incubus
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The next to last pew
An old man was at church last Sunday
He sat in the next to last pew
I slid into the seat right next to him
And gave a him a friendly “hi-dee-do”
He gave me a nod with his time worn brow
Then swiveled his head all around
While his gaze sized up the parishioners
His ears seemed to soak up their sound
His sad gaze seemed to pick out each person
One by one, as he seemed to stare into their soul
To some he nodded, in an approving way
While to others his look was ice cold
I asked if he was a member of this church
I said I wasn’t familiar with him, was he new?
He smiled a soft smile and shook his head no
Said “I’m here most of the time…
here in this next to last pew”
I said “what do you think of our little church”
He rubbed his hands through his hair of silver grey
Looked deep in my eyes and gave a soft, sad sigh
And said “you may not like what I have to say”
He said “ Son, I can see into the soul of these people
And to you, what I say is on the level”
That Most are fools in the eyes of the Lord
The rest are pawns in the hands of the devil
I looked all around at my fellow church-goers
Of whom he spoke, I knew of more than a few
And when I turned back to allow “that could be so”
I was all alone in the next to last pew!
poem by David Whalen
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Gratefulness Cripples The Speed
How fast the monkey leaves the lower
that fast it reaches the upper branches.
How fast you forget the old
That fast you get the new,
That fast you grow fast.
The grateful men just linger
Holding the same brnach.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Blue Stare
Your eyes,
The blue stare surrounds me.
They only make you stronger still.
Feeling this way
Wont get you anywhere.
Your hands,
They offer me to hold them.
Lips kiss,
They trick me into showing them.
But sure I want to, still.
Im loud,
As far as I can tell.
Fast times, fast rides, fast cars
Could take me down
To the direction,
The reflection that you bring.
Ive bee scared too long
To show you how I feel.
song performed by by New Found Glory
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Crash
Back it up, back it up
You got it, you got it
Put your hands up, put your hands up, put your hands up
You got it, you got it
Drive back baby to me, fast in your car
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard
[2x]
I wander round the room and I'm getting things ready
I picture you driving, just like Mario Andretti
I got the cush, Kettle One, waiting for your engine
Your Grand Prix attention, it's gonna be a party
Don't forget to make a U-turn
I see you left your blinker on
I got it rolled and ready here to burn
Meet me back at home (a-oh, a-oh)
Drive back baby to me, fast in your car
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard
[2x]
Driving fast in your car
I've got you tracked on my radar, oh
It's just such a trip, how you're still my speed racer
You got me so addicted, just like a free-baser
I want you all over me like L.A.M.B.
So get here A.S.A.P., it's gonna be a party
Don't forget to make a U-turn (don't forget to get here)
I see you left your blinker on (you see, I want to get it on)
I got it rolled and ready here to burn
Meet me back at home (you know you need me so come back)
Drive back baby to me, fast in your car
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard
[2x]
Now you know you're qualified
You're in the pole position
Put it in first gear, step on the pedal and drive fast
Back it up, back it up
You got it, you got it
Back it up, back it up
You got it, you got it
Put your hands up, put your hands up, put your hands up
You got it, you got it
Put your hands up, put your hands up, put your hands up
You got it, you got it
(I'm ready for you)
Drive back baby to me, fast in your car
(Me and you boo)
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard
(Don't make me wait too long)
Drive back baby to me, fast in your car
(For me and you boo)
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard
Come on baby, please hurry up, you know I'm waiting for you
[4x]
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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What's Behind My Eyes
What is behind my eyes?
A genius,
A lonely soul
One searching for comfort
Hoping for acceptance
What is behind my eyes?
A fighter
A lonely soul
Only wanting final peace
Wishing for a true friend
What is behind my eyes?
A school boy
A lonely soul
Who can't quite grasp reality
Learning new aspects of life
What is behind my eyes?
A peacekeeper
A lonely soul
Who always solves others' problems
Praying to solve his own
What is behind my eyes?
A student
A lonely soul
Constantly studying forms
Looking for some reason to live
What is behind my eyes?
A lost child
A lonely soul
Always whining and cowering
Searching for his family
What is behind my eyes?
A young teacher
A lonely soul
Never resting so that she may help
Dreaming of past happiness
What is behind my eyes?
A companion
A lonely soul
One who lends out comfort
Hoping to receive its own
What is behind my eyes?
poem by Yuki Cross
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