Small Bits of Illusion
Puppet reality prop-hand slips
illusive stage's illusionary curtain ripples
hypnagogic audience trance-like
Who noticed?
Did anyone else catch
Maya's fourth wall breach?
Maya,
may I please borrow-
without grasping,
five of your imaginary dollars
to go to the illusionary store?
Can I make my purchases
and still hope to
retain my emptiness?
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Maya Love
Maya love - maya love,
Maya love is like the sea
Flowing in and out of me
Maya love - maya love,
Maya love is like the day
First it comes, then it rolls away
Maya love - maya love,
Maya love is like the wind
Blowing hard on everything
Maya love - maya love,
Maya love is like the rain
Beating on your window brain
Maya love - maya love,
Maya love is like the stream
Flowing through this cosmic dream
song performed by by George Harrison
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MAya
MAya Maya
she came a long way to me
but I found her in my heart
she came a long way to me
but I found her in my soul
she came a long way alone
but she was in; always with me
maya maya she was always indeep
she danced for me
she rose a dream;
for me
she broke the sound
of groan in me
for me
she was a hope
for me
she sang her songs
for me
and gave the freedom
her sound to me
maya the voice of freedom
for me
maya a sound out for me
maya dancer
maya singer
maya lover
great MAya a woman of nation
for nation
every nation
my nation
and she was proud
to be
a woman
[phenomenally]
a woman
she was proud
to be black
AND
make me proud
to be black
maya maya maya maya
the freeman's songs for me
AND[ PHENOMENAL] woman
A devotion of love
for me
MAya
many thanks to you.
MAya.
poem by Sallam Yassin
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Maya Of Palm Beach
Maya with her charismatic smile
traveling worldwide many miles.
To Monte Carlo Maya attends
a Red Cross Ball affair that transcends
all the expectations of raising funds-
for the nonprofit Red Cross organization.
Attending are Charlene Wittstock and Prince Albert II
they are married in a couple of years, very soon.
Music by Eddie Floyd with his saxophone-
makes the night a hit, he takes it home.
Even Ivana Trump and Rossano Rubicondi are there
Ivana is dressed in a flowing red long dress with flair.
Also attending is Super model Victoria Silvstedt
seductively poses in pink and is one of the guests.
Maya soon will be off to Korea in the far East
she will visit her son Vadim who Maya is happy to see.
Maya is posed on the set of TV series "The Surprise"
she is with her son who is character Stalin which airs at night.
Even though Maya's son is in the TV series "The Surprise"
Vadim is really a rock star in his real life.
Now Maya has to fly back to the states
she lives on the island that has mansion estates.
Maya has a new magazine that interviews Palm Beach socialites
even famous Elton John who gets in Maya's interesting writes.
Now I worked as a photographer for Maya in year 2005
Very great experience with Maya for Maya has an interesting Life.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 25,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Maya Of Palm Beach
Maya with her charismatic smile
traveling worldwide many miles.
To Monte Carlo Maya attends
a Red Cross Ball affair that transcends
all the expectations of raising funds-
for the nonprofit Red Cross organization.
Attending are Charlene Wittstock and Prince Albert II
they are married in a couple of years, very soon.
Music by Eddie Floyd with his saxophone-
makes the night a hit, he takes it home.
Even Ivana Trump and Rossano Rubicondi are there
Ivana is dressed in a flowing red long dress with flair.
Also attending is Super model Victoria Silvstedt
seductively poses in pink and is one of the guests.
Maya soon will be off to Korea in the far East
she will visit her son Vadim who Maya is happy to see.
Maya is posed on the set of TV series "The Surprise"
she is with her son who is character Stalin which airs at night.
Even though Maya's son is in the TV series "The Surprise"
Vadim is really a rock star in his real life.
Now Maya has to fly back to the states
she lives on the island that has mansion estates.
Maya has a new magazine that interviews Palm Beach socialites
even famous Elton John who gets in Maya's interesting writes.
Now I worked as a photographer for Maya in year 2005
Very great experience with Maya for Maya has an interesting Life.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 25,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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ask Marcelino if he still remembers
when he was yet four years
and Maya was yet five on this very bed
where Maya just woke up one morning,
he kissed her.
he stole a kiss from her lips and from his
short pants, that of a child, loose and transparent
i have seen how hard his thing was
to my disbelief arising as it was from a very young boy
with milk on its tongue. And Maya too liked it.
There was no anger in her face.
Freud must be right. One cannot take for granted
the tick that sticks on the eggs of men
inflamming them.
One cannot take for granted the lust of the past.
They still haunt. They still confuse. They can still make us crazy.
Look under your pants.The difference is just the lush of the black hair.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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a Song delight
today he perform the dance and rudram in him
when he curb the maya it is the full in swing
when universe in dark he dances in graveyard
when the universe awaken he dance with her!
The joyous of the minutes and profound thoughts
and the limitless sky is the eyes of wisdom
the earth beneath is the stage to dance
the mantra of joy ever rejoiced!
ye, in joy take the flowers to ponder
ye, in joy make the oceans to raise
ye, in joy make the breeze to flow rhythm melodious
ye, in joy make the rays shine glitter!
Relentless dance the rudram, performed to curb maya
beneath his legs maya down in flake
flares of fire swallows the love of the impure
over my head a place for you and you run over the world
who ever wishes to drink! the river you are
hate not the people and hate not yurself
let you dance in joy and my dance always relentless!
poem by Dinesh Mukherjee
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Maya Angelou
Maya Angelou
I like you.
You have a Brave
and startling Truth.
I have the couraged to face
face the loneliness.
Look, I am bold
and straight like you.
Maya Angelou
Im calling you
Im calling through your poem
the earth is listening
the sky is crippling.
Look, Look
Im floating Maya Angelou
I like you
Where are you.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Square Root of Knowledge
Know ye now the fruits
of the Tree of Knowledge
of Good and Evil.
Illusionary good.
Imaginary evil.
Dreams poisoned by shame.
Hearts twisted by guilt.
Visions blinded and
voices muted.
poem by David Kowalczyk
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Maya
You love is like ne wineskins,
And down to the river side with a view;
For the sweet water of Maya is what you share with me.
I met you with my own eyes and i saw your love,
And you were in a trance with the muse of your love!
As the flowers sang to your beauty with the care of love,
And like the complexity of the things seen around you.
My root of love is so spread out to the waters deep,
And you are Maya from these waters deep;
For your love is like the new wineskins sold in this town.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Maya....maya....mayan.....maya
MAYA …..MAYA…..MAYAN…..MAYA
Thank God, you had not
made me something different
and allowing me to express freely - even
to speak ill of you boldly
watching all events, but very silently
showing your might only selectively - yet, surely
but, one thing I am unable appreciate
is your habit of putting true devotees to harsh tests
someone is spreading, that your count-down has begun
(by 21 Dec.2012) as per the much acclaimed Mayan calendar
to destroy this Universe as a measure of punishment
if such is the case, please tell me secretly in advance
Taking now shelter, ………I would emerge
.........as the first batch of ‘new settlers' ELSEWHERE.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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To the Postmistress of Promised Land
Dipped in blood; my soul writes a letter
to a lass of a distant village called infinity.
Her name is *Maya.Agni.
Could you please let me know the postage?
Sorry, I do not know her whereabouts and domicile.
If undelivered; do not throw away
Please keep it with you forever.
* Maya is illusion and Agni is fire.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Inside The Puppet Head
As your body floats down third street
With the burn-smell factory closing up
Yes its sad to say you will romanticize
All the things youve known before
It was not not not so great
It was not not not so great
And as you take a bath in that beaten path
Theres a pounding at the door
Well its a mighty zombie talking of some love and posterity
He says the good old days never say good-bye
If you keep this in your mind:
You need some lo-lo-loving arms
You need some lo-lo-loving arms
And as you fall from grace the only words you say are
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Ads up in the subway are the work of someone
Trying to please their boss
And though the guys a pig we all know what he wants
Is just to please somebody else
If the pu-pu-puppet head
Was only bu-bu-busted in
It would be a better thing for everyone involved
And we wouldnt have to cry
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Memo to myself: do the dumb things I gotta do
Touch the puppet head
Quit my job down at the carwash
Didnt have to write no-one a good-bye note
That said, the checks in the mail, and
Ill see you in church, and dont you ever change
If the pu-pu-puppet head
Was only bu-bu-busted in
Ill see you after school
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Put Your Hand Inside The Puppet Head
As your body floats down third street
With the burn-smell factory closing up
Yes its sad to say you will romanticize
All the things youve known before
It was not not not so great
It was not not not so great
And as you take a bath in that beaten path
Theres a pounding at the door
Well its a mighty zombie talking of some love and posterity
He says the good old days never say good-bye
If you keep this in your mind:
You need some lo-lo-loving arms
You need some lo-lo-loving arms
And as you fall from grace the only words you say are
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Ads up in the subway are the work of someone
Trying to please their boss
And though the guys a pig we all know what he wants
Is just to please somebody else
If the pu-pu-puppet head
Was only bu-bu-busted in
It would be a better thing for everyone involved
And we wouldnt have to cry
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Memo to myself: do the dumb things I gotta do
Touch the puppet head
Quit my job down at the carwash
Didnt have to write no-one a good-bye note
That said, the checks in the mail, and
Ill see you in church, and dont you ever change
If the pu-pu-puppet head
Was only bu-bu-busted in
Ill see you after school
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Some critics will write 'Maya Angelou is a natural writer' - which is right after being a natural heart surgeon.
quote by Maya Angelou
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God
One says there is ‘NO’ God
One shows the skies
And says ‘YES’
And jokes one clever modern
“I WISH He is there”
As one who’s neither a Leftist
Nor a Rightist
Nor even a go-in-between
I visualize
In every YES, NO, WISH and CONFUSION
His visage with glowing beams
(GOD AND EXPLANATION
This poem ‘God’ is based on age-old Hindu philosophy, enshrined in ‘Upanishads’ and ‘Bhagavat Geeta’
When one says ’Yes’ about God, it means that he knows that there is that ‘OTHER’. This ‘Other’ is often referred to as ‘PARA’ in Sanskrit, i.e., there is ONE who is not himself. When one says ‘No’ about God
It means the God is no where else but in him, the cardinal principle of ‘ADVAITHA’. Whether the Atheist realised or not, his ‘No’ means that the ‘Soul’ and the ‘Divine Soul’ (Atman and Paramathma) are one and the same. So what an atheist is saying unknowingly to him is true. Yes, there is no other (Para) than himself. This is the ultimate stage of Realization, which is at a rudimentary stage in an atheist. Again in a WISH, the subject is becoming a seeker, even mockingly. He realizes that there is a need to have a GOD. He also means that without GOD, it is not possible to correct and administer this world. That also means that God alone can administer this Universe. Regarding ‘CONFUSION: Confusion is the manifestation of MAYA. Maya itself is the manifestation of God. So even in confusion, there is God.)
And mocking grins
poem by Sathya Narayana
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John McCain's Legacy
John McCain..........the hero
...Illusionary.....to quite....a few..
Where Palin stands..John's the man
..Sarah's..'current'...point of view
poem by James B. Earley
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To Withstand The Crowd
if all of you shall dance
to be noticed
i won't, i would be still like
a post
i would stand tall like a wall
if all of you go right
to be noticed i will go wrong
and if all of you wear yellow
to be noticed
i wear black
and if all of you are so silent
like zombies
i will scream and to be notice well
i will dress like an angel
if on the stage the three of us are
displayed
you two tumble
i will make bubbles like a fish
as you tumble like the weeds
i like to stand in the crowd
in the sea of conformity
i would like to be the black urchin
of your discomfort
if i must bite you i will
only to be noticed
for you never really care
you never really really love me
truly
that 's the reason why.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Conceit
Give me your hand
Make room for me
to lead and follow
you
beyond this rage of poetry.
Let others have
the privacy of
touching words
and love of loss
of love.
For me
Give me your hand.
poem by Maya Angelou
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A Conceit
Give me your hand
Make room for me
to lead and follow
you
beyond this rage of poetry.
Let others have
the privacy of
touching words
and love of loss
of love.
For me
Give me your hand.
poem by Maya Angelou
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O, Curtain Boy...my Curtain Boy!
i'm the stage
i'm the setting
i'm the play
i'm the actor
i'm the green room, too
but how's it you kept
the command ove the
curtain in your hands?
o, curtain boy!
my curtain boy...
don't you see
the stage's developing cracks?
the setting's getting ruined?
the lines're getting broken?
the actor's growing weary?
the greenroom floor is all smudged
with the colours of spent out emotions?
o, curtain boy...
my curtain boy!
30aug2009
00.40hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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