How The World Once Stopped...
Time with all its florid offerings
indelible petals of prismatic paint
frozen blankets
horizon snowy canvass
vines of resurrection still
clinging to stamen of withered
asphyxia
night spills its
chocolate
affection
mouths flow sweet
with the mellifluous
golden syrup fondue
of a melting pot sun
particles of reoccuring
dream resume their
patterns of apolitical
democratic anarchy
the gown of phosphoric blood
binds the metropolitan skyline
burns of celestial semen
highlighting the ageless boundaries
of the impregnated angels bodice
the moist knife of dawn
hijacking the clovery eyelids
of the streamlet resting fawn
Nature forever
unapologetic
in its calamitous
uproar
Trauma and tantrum
echoing the walls next door
the shell shocked vagrant
hoists
a palm full of rabid bees to
the hive of storm clouds buzzing
in the sky above his window
proffering swollen hands of blisters
to the street peddling priests on parade
upon the city random theory of social scandal
is unleashed
people gawking, mouths agape
scenes of the sidewalk shape shifting
traffic signals reversing in significance
amnesiac tourists throwing
suitcases of documented
homeland security
from the holy papal perches
of hotel balconies
crooked cab drivers back alley short cuts paid for in pocket
vendors striking in aid of world hunger
...my eyes breathe in the light of the
candelabra
jeweled eidolon
diadem essence
flame flush with the gypsy spirits
of ancient royal mystic dancers
the fairies fiery flask of
opalescent intoxication
searing conscious portals
of expansion
surrounding corners of the room
roundly smooth themselves out
a perfect circle forms in my peripheral
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Heart's Playlist
Panoramic sky motions mirror lucid
imagination creates placid mental pictures
serene incubation within the atmospheric bubble
Love in a mist of budding baby blue eyes
hearing only the electric buzz
of the cicadas remote hum
Suburbs bathed in dream-
….?) * * * like shades
: : : : *: : : : : : : : *: : : :
surreal azure indigo haze
wild diamond stallions
the light sends forth
its stable fleet
shimmering stillness
shaken by
the halcyon trot
of silent hooves
moment set free
from time
Time with all its florid offerings
canvassing petals of prismatic paint
welding torch of all the years
forward forging life force
well worked and accomplished
never ceasing (and yet)
always at peace
Celestial semen impregnates
the moist skyline of dawn
Clouds descend and spread themselves out
across sleeping suburban rooftops
Particles of dream resume their daily patterns
Brush of wind flowing through the leaves of backyard trees,
mimicking sounds of smooth crashing waves,
whispering the regenerate self contained secret of the soul.
Morning dew sipped from the evening primrose,
sun flowering crown of yellow flame,
lonesome reminders, letters of lost love,
outside light cast upon dusty window sills,
fragrant pores of the earth quell carnal thirst,
everything cool breeze, calm within my glassy gaze
each passing face flavored individual unique,
each equal in appeal, communicating indelible
delights to my eyes.
keeping happy thoughts, humming hopeful tunes,
for as long as your body is able,
heart beating, healthy breathing,
always without repose,
forever keep on singing.
fill to to the fullest the heart's play-list
with spontaneous love and life lyrics
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Chocolate Milk, Chocolate Syrup, Chocolate Cup
chocolate milk, chocolate syrup, chocolate cup
when im putting in chocolate syrup i put too much
i wish i had a chocolate pup in a chocolate cup
in a chocolate world!
but that would be alot to eat
for just one little girl!
if chocolate was a talent
Id be the chocolate master!
chocolate storms and tornadoes are natural chocolate disasters!
there would be chocolate houses and chocolate apartments and chocolate hotels for rent!
People eating chocolate all day without paying a single cent!
All their money would be in chocolate banks w chocolate robbers
Chocolate dinners like chocolate spaghetti and chocolate covered lobsters!
Chocolate chocolate chocolate BOOO!
(and no vanilla)
Drew
poem by Drew Bailey Golden
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The city has a deadly wound
The city has a deadly wound
and on the street without a place to go,
sits an old man and his old wife
and their small white dog.
I see a blonde girl watching cars,
to buy a piece of bread
and her face tells that she has problems
and I wonder how she washes
the dirt of the road from herself?
a Red haired guy sleeps in boxes on the sidewalk
and at a traffic light there’s children that sniffs glue.
At another traffic light
there’s a couple with a baby,
that stands in the hot sun
and is dependant on motorists for their fate.
Just before a traffic circle there’s a man
with short pants,
where day after day
he sells koeksisters.
a Man with dark glasses and a hat
strokes his guitar
chord after chord and sings sad songs
and I see that his hat is empty
where he is in a small alley
while minibus taxis hoot the whole time.
Taxes are getting higher
and everybody has to bare the brunt of it,
but the poor are on the street with their pain
and wait for the misery to pass
like flowers trying to blossom in a desert
and they are surprised and scarred by life
and wait in vain for a place in the sun.
[Koeksisters=> a Baked delicacy with syrup in it.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sonnet: The Bees Never Give Up
Every time, they crush the bees to death and
Steal away their sweet honey in a trice;
And wax to make candles of immense size;
The Queen bee escapes to another land.
The bees comeback; with vengeance start again
A small bee-hive in the very same place!
They work extra in the sun and in rain,
Buzzing to flowers in a frenzied pace.
And soon their hive has been rebuilt and full,
Of sweet honey and larvae that are fed;
The bees continuing without a lull,
Searching for more nectar in every mead.
How well Nature takes care of its species!
Man must learn from the bee-hive and the bees.
poem by John Celes
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Déjà vu
There it was again, that familiar awakening
In your arms, in that ecstasy, too exquisite
The intoxication, like traveling through light
Through those eons we did together as one
It all comes back to me the same way
One moment of your ancient presence
Your breathe upon me; I find my way back
Overwhelmed with memories of our lives together
The security that blankets over my feverish senses
One more moment with you, I thirst in elation
In your arms, not of this earth that binds me
I reel, I fall, I wake up in you, euphoric again
The ancient secrets of our mingled breathes
Your gentle kisses; ballads from all of time
I am alive in everything you witness, I am you
Take me again beautiful, rhythm me your secrets…
poem by Bindu Vijayan
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Chocolates
sweet chocolates
who will ever resist
sweet chocolates
we take with
our bare fingers
handing these
chocolates inside
our mouths melting
sweetly these
chocolates in
our tongues
putting heaven
sweet chocolate
so sweet inside
our mouths
playing with
our tongues
guilt food and
sin how do you
really love the
sweetness inside
our mouths
melting with
our tongues
these sweet
chocolates of
hidden sins
burning our souls.....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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sweet chocolates
who will ever resist
sweet chocolates
we take with
our bare fingers
handing these
chocolates inside
our mouths melting
sweetly these
chocolates in
our tongues
putting heaven
sweet chocolate
so sweet inside
our mouths
playing with
our tongues
guilt food and
sin how do you
really love the
sweetness inside
our mouths
melting with
our tongues
these sweet
chocolates of
hidden sins
burning our souls.....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Essence of Edinburgh
Evening time, in my town, is often deadly quiet,
But, up here in Edinburgh, there's a sensual riot!
From a night club doorway, purple-pink light spills out;
Along the streets, crowds of tourists still amble about.
There is an endless stream of cars and buses;
In my town, the pace is slow, but here, it rushes.
In the city, there are exciting sights and sounds;
It is so much livelier than my own little town.
In my town, after five, most people have gone home,
But, around the streets of Edinburgh, folk still roam.
Emergency vehicles rush past with klaxons blazing;
The atmosphere here, in the city, is just so amazing.
In my town, it is often almost dead after five,
But the city of Edinburgh is still very much alive.
Of action, in my own town, there's a really big lack;
I don't want to leave here: I don't want to go back.
Edinburgh, at Festival time, is always such a blast;
Against my own town, it paints a very sharp contrast.
Street entertainers attract crowds along the Royal Mile;
Attracting many tourists, they're sure to raise a smile.
At the Military Tattoo, I saw many massed bands;
I saw performers who hailed from foreign lands.
For me, that really was such a memorable night;
It filled all my senses with such excited delight.
I really wish that I could stay here forever and ever;
Inside, my soul feels light, and it floats like a feather.
I don't want to go back home: I don't want to leave.
For this amazing city, my heart will soon grieve.
Here, in Edinburgh, I have had such a great time;
For this wonderful city, I know my heart will pine.
Come tomorrow morning, when I board my train,
The essence of Edinburgh, in my heart, will remain.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Snow wonderland
Matching scratches
White square patterns, design by print feet.
Back and forward & square.
Walking straight to shine light & moving shadow
Reflect the way home
Cold needles are sewing the red faces looking around.
Everything is enchanted by light and mud.
Pine tree green cover in a sweet icing.
Drops, smoking, cold melting ice
On my hands warmed pocket.
Broken snow, walking on the front steps.
Inside the house, outside a paint window
Nature a great painter.
After the night.
Museum of white morning colours
Shouting scarf's and boots
Angels games.
Raining melting tree.
Warm grey sky.
White bushes with orange and red berry faces.
White pyramids of smoking chimney.
Keeping warm thrones.
poem by Luca Menin
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Sonnet: When the Sun Comes On
The Earth is so dark moonless night;
Tropical forests don’t have any light;
Life is quiet mostly in the midnight,
Save those animals that shun any light.
The whole world just keeps waiting for daylight,
And suddenly life appears in our sight;
The flora takes off her nocturnal gown;
The leaves look green and the bark is now brown.
The fauna too awaits the Sun’s first rays!
To warm up their bodies in the brightened ways;
And soon the meadow becomes all alive;
The Honey bees buzzing from every hive.
Sniffing the fresh air comes the dancing Fawn!
And Birds sing their songs, heralding the Dawn.
6-1-2000
poem by John Celes
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Haluk's Credo
There is a universal power, supreme and limitless
Holy and sublime, with all my heart, so
do I believe
The earth is my homeland, my nation all humankind;
A person becomes human only by knowing this, so
do I believe
We are Satan, and jinn, there's no devil, no angels
Human beings will turn this world into paradise, so
do I believe
The perfect is immanent in creation; in that perfection
By way of the Torah, of the Gospels, of the Koran
do I believe
The children of humanity are each other's siblings... a dream?
Then so be it, for in that dream, with all my heart and soul,
do I believe
No one eats human flesh; deep-down, in this solace
-Forgetting my ancient ancestors for a moment-
do I believe
Blood nourishes violence and violence blood; this enmity
Is a flame in the blood that blood never quenches, so
do I believe
Surely this graveyard-existence will be followed
By refulgent resurrection, with utter certainty, so
do I believe
Before the miracle of that great sorcerer, reason,
Superstition will sink frustrated, into the earth, so
do I believe
poem by Tevfik Fikret
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People On The Street
People on the street need a place to go
People on the street need a place to go
Walkin with the beat if its not too slow
Walkin with the beat if its not too slow
When the nights dark shadow falls
On the sidewalk scenes and the concrete canyon walls.
People on the street need a place to go
People on the street need a place to go.
Walkin through the night up and down the avenue
Lookin for a place,
A place to go,
A place to go.
Theres a muffled scream from the alley scene
From the alley scene comes a muffled scream
And the siren wails while the system fails
In the steaming heat people walk in the street
People cant run and hide
If you want to feel good then you gotta feel good inside.
People on the street need a place to go
People on the street need a place to go.
Rising through the grates come the fumes of industry
Floating to the sky
Keep walkin with the beat, walkin with the beat
Keep walkin with the beat, walkin with the beat
Keep walkin with the beat, walkin with the beat
When the nights dark shadow falls
On the sidewalk scenes and the concrete canyon walls.
People on the street need a place to go
People on the street need a place to go.
song performed by by Neil Young
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This Is Getting More And More Outrageous
'What is the hold up here?
The orchestra is ready.
The chorus members are all in place.
The debaters are going over their notes.
The moderator looks impatient.
And the audience is becoming restless.
What is the delay?
What are we waiting for?
Even the media has begun to ask questions.'
It's...
The vendors.
'The VENDORS?
You've got to be kidding me? '
No.
I'm not.
They have decided to go on strike.
And since they are now unionized...
They seek more attention to discuss their needs.
'The VENDORS? '
Yes.
You see...
The debaters have mentioned,
Their focus on free enterprise.
And in a democratic system that supports capitalism,
The vendors feel they have every right to use this night...
To hold up the process of everything.
'The VENDORS?
This is getting more and more outrageous.'
What can I say?
People want their entitlements.
And the social media has made sure,
People are kept abreast of their democratic rights.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hell Hotel
Salutations paint his karma, bend joints in fighting words
Got his mean streak from his mother, ha ha ha
Now love boats paint his liver, with eyes on the city lights
Collapsin on the upbeats or relaxin for the night
He steps into a crazy hotel, the desk clerk hands him soap-on-a-rope
What does he mean by this?
Bellhop takes his flashlight, takes john up to his room
Va-va-va-voom this is a sweet life, anthrax on the couch
Were here to entertain you, or have you seen this episode
Were the ancient order of robot dolls, were putting you at the controls
Well, well, well welcome to hell hotel
Well, well, well welcome to hell hotel
Sports cars and the gamblin, johns winning every night
Well theres certain smells john cant repel, but momma it cant be right
He bolts awake laughing, but no ones in his room
And the big boss man doesnt understand why john cant smile no more
Were here to make you happy, thats all that we are programmed for
But you say this pleasures a pain for you
Sebastian c. could tell you more
Well, well, well welcome to hell hotel
Well, well, well welcome to hell hotel
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Your Great Works Are In Silence Born..!
a prelude-:
we have been trained from ageless past to view'night and darkness' with a sort of aversion, fear and animosity.
night and darkness have been treated as 'antonyms' or 'opposites royal' to 'day and light'.
darkness has always been symbolized with ignorance.
day and night have been portrayed as the sworn enemies of the first order-one ready to pounce upon the other with flexed muscles to devour or demolish or drive away the other.
why such a view point?
could there be any disharmony in 'nature'?
why not shift our angle of vision, broaden our weighty narrowness on nature's beautiful back?
why not look kindly at' night' which gives rest to our tired limbs, fills our closed eyes with colourful dreams and rejuvenates our spirits?
why not consider ' day and night ' as ' true friends ' each performing with utmost sincerity the complementary tasks ordained by 'nature ' in the most friendly way-one taking leave of the other with heartfelt affection and the other saying ' good-bye ' with tearful eyes?
we should understand that ' light and shadow are inseparable-playing hide and seek with each other.
there is a faint light which our eyes can discern even in pitch-dark nights.
then why not give expressions to such a feeling of friendliness in a verse forgetting our own creations of fear.?
also, while nature's great constructive works blossom in solemn silence without any pomp and noise, her roaring deeds like tempest, floods, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, etc., end up in devastation and misery.
now please read my poem.
Dawn gently touches the Night with a ray of Light-
' Rest, my dear, your duty is over ! '
And to her western cave slowly walks the Night
Upon his wings the Wind takes the message of the Day
' Get up, Birds and Buds!
Yet another marvellous Day is at the Eastern skies! '
' Ho..ho..hurraah ho! '-
Full-throated birds welcome the day with flashing wings
The dreamy Flowers see-off the Stars to their heavenly homes
Slips the bashful Moon down the Western slopes;
' Mankind! roll-up your sleep to welcome the Day! '-trumpet theCocks;
Ethereal Clouds throng the horizon to salute the Sun;
Night says ' Good- Bye! '
Day kisses her forehead in affection;
Upon this Earth the Greenery in ecstasy dance;
Now the Colours calmly parade in the Skies
And the waves of Joy lap the hearts all around;
In solemn glory the golden Sun
Amidst welcome sounds bursts forth!
' O.. Mighty Nature!
Your Greatest Works Are In Silence Born! '
O the Marvellous Artist!
How to name my Swelling Joy..! '
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Their hive [Stupul lor]
Their small hive, on glen below,
Is defended all around
By three poplars full of snow,
Rising from the snowy ground.
The beekeeper left them there
And the winter covered all –
Bringing sadness and despair –
With a nice embroidered shawl.
Yet, inside the cozy hive
All the bees, without delay,
As a single body strive
And work hard, day after day.
For they never toil alone
But together, all the time,
Buzzing on a lively tone
They make honey sweet, sublime.
poem by Tudor Arghezi, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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Particle Wave Reality (Revised)
Solidity is perception of electric
biochemical signals, frequencies
received by physical senses, the
mind weaves these into realities
as beautiful illusions
Energy of consciousness creates
the Universe - projecting through
interference patterns of random
energy-waves
We and all that we perceive, are
manifesting the Consciousness
which created this Universe; we
are Consciousness that always
is, never gained or lost, only
changing form
We are Infinite Consciousness
held in receptacle particles that
began as endless possibilities
formed by patterns in wave-
interference-patterns
We apply conscious energy like a
shining light on holographic three-
dimensional images to fix particles
in time and space and thus create
our illusionary Universe
[Summary of article on the Internet:
http: //www.bibliotecapleyades.net/
ciencia/ciencia_ quantum09.htm]
[ORIGINAL]
Solid ity is the brain’s perception of
biochemical and electrical signal
frequencies received by our physical
senses – which the mind weaves
beautifully into illusions of reality
It is energy of consciousness which
creates The Universe, projecting
through interference patterns of
random energy-waves
We, and all we perceive, are the
manifestations of consciousness
which created this – our Universe;
we ARE in fact consciousness that
always is, is never gained or lost,
that only changes form
We’re part of Infinite Consciousness
while physical form is a receptacle,
particles which began as infinite
possibilities in wave-interference-patterns
When conscious energy is applied
like shining light on a three-dimensional
holographic image, the particles become
fixed in time and space to create the
illusion which we call The Universe
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Great Is The Son
Great is the Son when his work is done
Heavens portals are lifted up
Thy will be done on earth as in heaven
He goes wide through the celestial gates
Be ye lifted up you everlasting doors
And let the king of glory come in
Jesus meets the angels who are with him
We behold the ancient days.
The firmament paint repose
Every flower and trees in the garden,
Glitter and shine like a terrestrial rose.
All the gold we fined in the ground,
They were made by the great Son,
Fashion among human took our sin
And in him we have found God.
Great is the son who binds the cool shade
In the night slips the light around the world,
He makes us not afraid,
To walk in a world of darkness,
Because he is the everlasting light
Shining through the key hole of our heart.
poem by Gerry Legister
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Mystic Child
It was only the time of the newly born dead
With wispy cobwebs in your head
The polar moon looked out instead
Goin wild
Liquor shifting through the brain
The manic depressive goes insane
Goin wild
Goin wild
Desperate anger hits the streets
By the foul smelling river by the meat market
Goin wild
Mystic child
Goin wild
Mystic child
In the winter with frozen toes
Looking out the big windows
To fly
Goin wild
Situation x out of control
My eyes half opened like a mole
Who smiles
Goin wild
Who smiles
Goin wild
In the mystic morning where the river meets
The hurdy-gurdy of the hip-hop beat
5 a.m. the viscous street
Oh, wild
Goin wild
Out the window like a flash
Fallin through a rooftop crash
Blind
Goin wild
Sick and misty like a pup by the curb
Hes throwin up
Wild
Like a child
Goin wild
Like a child
If he cant have all that relates
To testify that he is great
Hell cut someone with a broken plate
Stand upon the subway grate
And smile
Goin wild
Goin wild
With a smile
Holy morning
Sun is up and someone
Here has lost his cups
The dawn is tattered all cut up
Goin wild
Like a mystic child
Like a mystic child
Sunday morning looking down from the rooftop
Goin wild with a smile
Mystic child
Top of the world hes got it made
Rings are gold, braids are jade
Jumped to the street, hes got it made
Goodbye, child
Goodbye, child
Mystic child
Goin wild
Like a mystic child
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goin wild, ah
Goin wild
Like a mystic child
Holy morning
Sun is up and someone
Going wild
Like a mystic, like a mystic, like a mystic -
- child
Goin-goin, goin-goin wild
Like a mystic child
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh
Jumped to the street
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Granny's Angel
In my grand baby world she
Dream of pink butterflies and
Angel with golden wings playing
And singing sweet lullabies
She dream of sweet sugar plums
And lollipops dancing around her
Head
She dream of fairies, white doves
And pink butterflies
With wings tips of gold
Gold and silver dust sprinkling
Down as they open their wings
She dream of little fairies tickling
Little feet
Her joy shows as her laughter cries
Out
Bouncing around with little fairies
Playing and singing sweet lullabies
Her eyes of blue, as deep as the sky
Looking up at the golden half moon
Hanging so high
Stars of silver and golden threads flickers
Durning the night
Unicorns and fairies playing in a
Field of clovers
With pink ribbons and bows
She dreams of pink butterflies as she lay
In her crib sleeping
Dreaming of sweet nothings
Fairies, butterflies and little
Angels with unicorns in her world
As she sleeps in her little world
Where fantasy is true
Her little sisters and brothers
All angels in heavens
Where her world is all but a beautiful
Dream
As she grow and flourish to be a wife
A mother
And tell her stories to her children in
The future
Dedicated To My Grand Baby Miya
poem by Carolyn Sears
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