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Multi Son

I am the Multi Son
my ancestor's land knows no boarder
my parents are the products of stars
my true body bound by no
gravitational limitations
I emit myself in waves e'er expanding
my blood line is of circular lineage
my dwelling 11 dimensional
my face may be seen as old
dependent upon the light
may be seen as young
could attract could repel
all based upon any
temporal perspective angle
I wear the face of familiarity
bearded in my common man masculinity
my eyes lips lashes and locks
signaling my inner femininity
People always claim to have known me
my passing presence conjuring forgotten
fragments of past life memories
for I know the full flow of time
have seen the cosmic mirror
reflecting each and every mind

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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977: I Had A Mirror; The Mirror Of Memories!

I had a mirror, the mirror of my memories
Memories that I breathed with and I relished.
I saw in the mirror, and I could just see;
The sun is shinning and the breeze swaying!
I could see the flight of a paradise flycatcher;
And, the incessant flow of the milky stream.

I had a mirror, the mirror of my memories
Memories that I just lived and I cherished.
I saw in the mirror, and I could just see;
The ravishing beauty of her angelic face!
I could see the cheer of thousand butterflies;
And, the shimmer from her lotus eyes!

I had a mirror, the mirror of my memories
Memories that I endured with and I danced.
I saw in the mirror, and I could just see;
Those vulnerable thoughts of my futile crush!
I could see the disgrace of my sightless chase;
And, the utmost depth of my lamenting eyes!

I had a mirror, the mirror of my memories
Memories that I survived and now bemoan!
I saw in the mirror, and I could see;
Those sorrowful contours of her maturing face!
I could see her wail amongst a thousand skint; *
And, I was there……… Yet, she was lonely!

poem by Catastrophe KING
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Gravitational Pull

The moon is about one quarter of the size of the earth in diameter and,
Love reacts with the realms to take you off your feet! !
But the moon has no light on it's own,
For it depends on the sun to give us light in the night.

Gravitational pull and emotional love,
The moon receives its light from the sun!
And like the hope of your dreams in the land of your birth,
For the woman was made for the man.

Only those who know the past can understand the present,
And like the medium of exchange! !
But some people only quote from the Bible without knowing their true meaning.

Move on with a smile on your face and leanr from your past,
And like plantain and Soya-beans in the land of your muse;
But with the benevolent way of expression to educate others,
For we are all affected by the gravitational pull!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Falling In Love

Pupils focus, adrenalin swims
In the blood of life,
Feelings spark electrifying,
Heart upbeats
To beauties tune,
Femininity commands masculinity
In the game of love
Masculinity tremulous at the knees,
Intake of lungs air doubles
As femininity entices to please
Touch overtakes sight
In the pleasure zone
Akin to outer space, swinging on stars
Sliding down rainbows.
In the whirlpool of happiness
With insouciant natures they drowned
All their worries join hands and hearts
Falling deeply in love.

poem by Ken e Hall
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Quicksand Polished Mirror

Mirror, mirror,
Rotating around earth's gravity
Upon quicktime changing reflective pools.
Grains of time being tossed on a surface
Forming an abrasive acidic covering
That reigns with tears full of polishes.

Rain ripples the surface of tides
In seas washing ashore see shore visions.
Landscape views teleporting time continuum,
Telescopic analysis within microscopic details.
Mirror, mirror with full length focal dimensions
In polished presence of a living poetic existence,
Temporal rhyming Uni-Verse of introspection.

Looking eyes universe of outside perceptions
Polished with imperfections that distorts light.
Shadows and shades shifting characters around,
Torn ‘n tattered cloth in a woven weave finish.
Picking up light waves in evolving distortions
Upon wiping a quicksand polished aging mirror.

David Lester Young (Franklin Doppelganger) 10/07/12 ©

poem by David Lester Young
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I Stare In The Mirror

i stare in the mirror
streams rolling down my face
holding a razor blade ever so close
trying to figure out if this is the time to go

i stare in the mirror
thinking to myslef
is this what life is suppose to be all about?
what ever happened to true love
stand by each other no matter what
i thought i found my soul mate
i chased her away with my brutal words

i stare in the mirror
frown in disgust
who have i become?
were has everyone gone?
regrets are seeping down my back
pain is oozing through my heart
my tears have created a puddle
in which i can see myself

i stare in the mirror
remebering better times
we thought we were soul mates
we had the marks to prove it
if i close my eyes i can see ur face
i can even sometimes feel u in my arms
these r all that i have left with, fading memories of the past
ur heart has since hardened
u have moved on and left me in the past

i stare in the mirror
i have no fear
i can feel all the hate coming off u
i cut myself to feel ur pain
hoping i can understand
at the same time relizing that i may never know

i stare in the mirror
i dont have any fears
my tears roll down my face
all the regrets all the appolgizes cant seam change anything
i have no one to blame
im full of shame
i wish i could of bin the man beside u

i stare in the mirror
look deep into my own eyes
i can see the pain that is inside me
all the failures
all the disapointments
this is just icing on the cake

blood splatters on the mirror
i dont have any fears
god will probally denie me
im ready to go
bottle of whiskey is at the bottom
theres no point
all ur hate has soaked into me
im dissapointed in myself
i have no will to go on
i cant hold my head up high
im lieing on the ground
covered in blood
holding a picture in my hand
smiling for the first time
i slit the other wirst.............

i stare at my body
as i float above it
my life passes before me
i relize
i wasted my life
time would would of healed my soul
i copped out ran away
left anyone who cared behind
now i float in endless darkness
i was right god did denie me......

poem by Jessie Davies
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Before The World Was Made

If I paint the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And your lips more scarlet
Ask if itll all be right
And its mirror after mirror
No vanities displayed
Youre just looking for the face you had
Before the world was made
Before the world was made
Before the world was made
And if I look upon you now
As though I have my view
With the earth beneath your feet
And heaven up above
Would you think me cruel
After everythings been said
Youre only looking for the face you had
Before the world was made
Before the world was made
Before the world was made
And if I paint the lashes dark
And your eyes more bright
And your lips more scarlet
Ask if itll all be right
And its mirror after mirror
No vanities displayed
Im just looking for the face you had
Before the world was made
Before the world was made
Before the world was made
Your original face
Before time and space
Your original face
Before time and space
Your original, original face
Before the world was made
Before the world was made
Before the world was made

song performed by by Van Morrison
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Mirror To Mirror

Written by gerry beckley, 1994
Found on hourglass.
I havent seen forever
Dont even know her name
I call on dreams and other schemes
To try and win that game
Now that its over, darling
Look into my eyes
Seein your own reflection
Much to your surprise
Were seein mirror to mirror
Face to face
We look but we cannot see
Mirror to mirror
Seems to trace
What happened to you and me
And though we tried in earnest
The distant silence yells
We call on wings and other things
To try and break that spell
Now that its over, darling
Truth in the common cause
We stare at our own indifference
By seeing the others flaws
Were seein mirror to mirror
Face to face
We look but we cannot see
Mirror to mirror
Seems to trace
What happened to you and me
Oh, mirror to mirror, mirror to mirror
Mirror to mirror, whats come over me
As we look inside, theres nowhere to turn
Theres nowhere to hide
Now that its over, darling
Look into my eyes
Seein your own reflection
Much to your surprise
Were seein mirror to mirror
Face to face
We look but we cannot see
Mirror to mirror
Seems to trace
What happened to you and me
Oh, mirror to mirror, mirror to mirror
Mirror to mirror, whats come over me
Mirror to mirror, mirror to mirror
Mirror to mirror, whats come over me

song performed by by America
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To Be Alone

When I weep or when I mourn it does not mean
That I have a misfortune of any kind or that my heart is torn
Something undecidedly, unfitting in my mind to plague and to groan
When I sob or when I fret I have not encountered anything bad or mean

Yet to be alone is not in the land of fun
From my shadow I cannot hide, from myself I cannot run
It does not let, it does not fade
This awful, painful, empty, sinking, suffocating, solitary shade

O Sweet Solitude! if I must with you dwell,
Please comfort me among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings; and stairs to climb on the molding steep
With toiled and jaded throng, people stretched to utmost swell

Long awaited darkness in my heart sinks and falls
Casting shadows, scudding past images on my walls
In this twilight hour in my little room I am alone
And the macabre memories into my vision are drown

Sitting near the sighing goring fireplace
Jumping, dying embers rushing towards my face
With cracking din, this is a serene and peaceful solitude
The whole world seemed detached, introvert and subdued

Everything comes back to haunt me again
your clear picture is so sharp, real and plain
In these shadows of my chamber gloom
You like an angle pass, a silhouette roaming in my room

Half awake and in and out of delirious dreams
Conjuring long forgotten scenes
So strange how the present mingles with the past
Awaken passions and unfulfilled lust

And as they entertained and entwined
They play havoc and sweetly torture my mind
As the embers of sighing furnace burst and fly
So does love converges to terminate and to die

To close my eyes I so much try
Yet your twilight image goes by
All persisting, all in agonishing loom
Like an angle passing through my little room

poem by Isaac Ziv
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The Metaphor Of The Mirror And The Light

there is this face
in the mirror and it is talking to the body
to remind its skin
that it is real,

lights are turned off
and the face only hears a voice
from its mouth
it is assured still that it is a face
of someone it knew
so well
and will not deny it

the voice faded in darkness
and the face
hears nothing
and sees nothing about
its skin
and eyes

it is dark
and there is no voice anymore
except the
silence
and the loneliness that is about
to make a scream
to the mirror
that had long shut itself
because there is no light

the face demands a voice
the mirror begs for light
for the voice is a security
that life exists
and the light is the only
anchor of the mirror
when it becomes a boat
in the sea
of emptiness

but there is no light
and there is no voice
the mirror breaks the silence
the face becomes the wind
there is no boat
much less an anchor

there is only a word written
on paper
left on the floor
and it is spoken for no
one....

poem by Sebastian Soberania
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Every Time I Face the Mirror

Every time I face that mirror
I see the face
The face of fear

Every time I face that mirror
I hear those words
I should have said

Every time I face that mirror
I see the eyes
The eyes filled with tears

Every time I face that mirror
I see the girl
The girl that is ashamed

Every time I face the mirror
I see the pain
The pain she faces every day

Every time I face that mirror

poem by Lost Sierra
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Parentage Is Guarding Lineage And Heritage!

your children may look your children,
By you and the whole world,
even the children believe this is true.

But look at the DNA in them,
It came from you, but think from where it came to you?
Isn't it True that all the neocleotides in our DNA and RNA, PROTEINS AND ALL BIOLOGICAL molecules come from plants and animals!

In this respect animals and trees are our parents,
We owe all molecule in our body to them,
Hence clearly they are real parents of our body,

so we, in short can say nature and energy are our parents!

Isn't it true that our mortal parents shared them and nurtured us and taught us,
they are parents of virtues, moral and cultural values in us!

It is lineage and heritage
inherited from time unknown!

your children Are not your children,
You are the care taker of that lineage!
In you if some genes are dominant or recessive,
May some are neither dominant or recessive,
That is play of dominance or incomplete dominance,
Make children look alike or not!

But you are the parent and take care of children,
Be a model or idol to them,
Win them by your own patience and attitudes,
Bring them slowly into your line!

Children Are innocent flowers in divine garden,
You are the plant with roots,
Feed them, look after and shape them,
fill colours and fragrance of lineage!

Children Are like parrots,
They copy your words and actions,
They are innocent and true,
Like a sponge absorb your traits
Think of there growth and deciding constraints!

You made a child in you,
But you have child in grown up body and mature mind,
Think of the child in child's heart,
Striving to grow in this world!

Let the mature mind control child in you first,
Then the child in your child's heart get hold on Life's virtues.

You are the painter or the sculptor of your child,
But the art work or idol becomes property of world,
One among the art pieces,
Of human culture and heritage!

Be careful in shaping children,
They are soft and brittle,
Once their mind breaks,
No one can join or reshape!

You are the link of that chain of life,
Behave as parent knowing this truth
Man is above animal in this aspect!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Before The World Was Made

If I make the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And the lips more scarlet,
Or ask if all be right
From mirror after mirror,
No vanity's displayed:
I'm looking for the face I had
Before the world was made.

What if I look upon a man
As though on my beloved,
And my blood be cold the while
And my heart unmoved?
Why should he think me cruel
Or that he is betrayed?
I'd have him love the thing that was
Before the world was made.

poem by William Butler Yeats
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My sister's eyes

when i see my sister's eyes
which is full of depth of shy
sometime black and some time brown
which deceive to the others eyes
lashes have their own attitude
which makes jealous to the others eyes
right mole grow her beauty more
which attract to the others eyes
when a deluge comes her eyes
it makes me flood because of her beauty eyes
bundle of flowers made jealous
when it captivate to the others eyes
when she see to the sky
rain comes fast to touch her eyes
when someone attract to her eyes
lashes censure to the others eyes
that's the beauty of my sister's eyes
if i write it more nature feel inferior to see her beauty eyes

poem by Bushra Soomro
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Face of God

Someone asked; God what if we were to meet face to face?
What face would I see?
Would your eyes be slanted and blue?
Would you have a jewel in the middle of your forehead?
Would your noise be pointed or would it be flat?
Would your lips be thin or would they be full?
God what face would I see?

God answers with these words.
If we were to meet face to face here is what you would see.
Pick up a mirror and the face staring back at you is not only you it is also me.

poem by Lore Me34
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Sketching My Face From A Mirror

using a ballpoint pen i sketch my face
from the mirror

looking carefully on every line of my face
i let my pen run tracing
every year
of my past stopping
on some pores and hairs and moles
marking some
points of emptiness and hiding places
and foxholes
and burial grounds
and long boulevards
and tunnels
and plains and green fields and deserts
and mountains

they are all on my face
my eyes looking at my eyes
not completely
with disgust
the parameters and contours
of my past

on such a beautiful face as this
how can i ever fail
the next time
around

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Naked Girl And Mirror

This is not I. I had no body once-
only what served my need to laugh and run
and stare at stars and tentatively dance
on the fringe of foam and wave and sand and sun.
Eyes loved, hands reached for me, but I was gone
on my own currents, quicksilver, thistledown.
Can I be trapped at last in that soft face?

I stare at you in fear, dark brimming eyes.
Why do you watch me with that immoderate plea-
'Look under these curled lashes, recognize
that you were always here; know me-be me.'
Smooth once-hermaphrodite shoulders, too tenderly
your long slope runs, above those sudden shy
curves furred with light that spring below your space.

No, I have been betrayed. If I had known
that this girl waited between a year and a year,
I'd not have chosen her bough to dance upon.
Betrayed, by that little darkness here, and here
this swelling softness and that frightened stare
from eyes I will not answer; shut out here
from my own self, by its new body's grace-

for I am betrayed by someone lovely. Yes,
I see you are lovely, hateful naked girl.
Your lips in the mirror tremble as I refuse
to know or claim you. Let me go-let me be gone.
You are half of some other who may never come.
Why should I tend you? You are not my own;
you seek that other-he will be your home.

Yet I pity your eyes in the mirror, misted with tears;
I lean to your kiss. I must serve you; I will obey.
Some day we may love. I may miss your going, some day,
though I shall always resent your dumb and fruitful years.
Your lovers shall learn better, and bitterly too,
if their arrogance dares to think I am part of you.

poem by Judith Wright
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Presence Felt

My heart burns howls
vented tornado forth
from out tormenting abyss.
My soul alinger alone
in spontaneous combustion.
Can consume entirely
body mind in fused entirety.

Leaving wild wind blown spirit
lost lingering lisping over wild moors.
Locked plains... lost planes...
refracting wormholes space mind
in split time vortex dimensions
across centuries interspaced time...
before vibrations disperse ghost mine.

My heart beats, wildly erratically
deep pulsating, universal hunger.
Spirit passion enthral traverse
enter immediacy plane temporal
hungering flesh confining existence.
Across, dimensional frost vision
merging cyclic link bound time.

Essential orgasmic being
reflecting radiating reducing.
Wave light mind motions
environ entry entwine.
Descending diverse divisibility
makes multiple presence felt
enduring evoking eternal
charted choked course change.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Poem of Child 1

Wondering at the world,
Feeling the soft touch of hands,
And warmth of her breast,
Smelling her fragrance,
Hearing beloved mother's voice
I opened my eyes!

Wonderful was that first sight,
Where then I found father, brothers and sisters,
Where I was before these people found me?

unknown I was, may be a traveller,
Or may be some charged cosmic ray,
May I am here million times,
Each time not lucky to know parents,
Sometimes came out egg breaking shells,
May Sometime breaking seedcoat,
Lifting my head above ground,
Germinating plant or may be as a magot in fruit,
However I am lucky this time,
Where I can know myself,
Seeing my face at least in mirror,
This time feeling more love,
More hopes,
Learning languages and knowledge of ages,
I grow with smile, smile on face of others
on my thoughts and deeds,
Words and thoughts,
Smile grew on Face of my parents with my growth!

Mastering senses one by one,
Mastering legs and hands,
Mastering own mind step by step,
I move here with time and space,
I had to adjust with this clock and distance,
Yes each evrytime I have to adjust to the clock,
My body clock to be synchronized everytime!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Men don't care

Men see…when they look in the mirror
Grey hair, wrinkly face
replete with wisdom
So mature…so sage

Women see…when looking in the mirror
A pretty face
But with an ego that
Slowly diminishes with age

Women see…when they look in the mirror
Rearranging…
looks a-changing
Time wooshing past

Men see…when they look in the mirror
That same goofy face looking back from the glass
Doesn’t land a blow on a cast iron ego, because
Men just don’t give… a rat’s ass

poem by David Whalen
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All of Life

The trees do grow and blow in the winds,
and stars emit light unfadingly,
This big land that is attractive
Is exactly the place of my heavenly dwelling house.
My riches and purity are exceeding others
whose lives are concerned with me.
Still, I ache for immortality and I yearn over life.
I hatch thoughts of life and passion
that fatten my soul and mind in every respect.

poem by Naveed Akram
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