Cleanse My Mind
Clutter, clatter…way too much chatter.
I don’t even know what’s the matter;
But I do know that I’m in a mess.
The world passes by and I must confess
I’m on the street corner of life afraid to cross,
Fearing traffic of new ideas will be my loss.
My focus withers with noises of each day.
Old memories dominate as new thoughts give way.
My only hope is to totally cleanse my mind.
Rejuvenate my senses as if they are all redesigned.
Bid farewell to ideas and people not espousing change.
Work toward the positive person I now can arrange.
Rinse away old prejudice so coveted by the inept.
Live by new standards, knowing that here is kept
More precious treasure than can be found in any coffer…
It’s the happiness and peace of mind cleansing can offer.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Whitewash My Mind
Clutter, clatter…way too much chatter.
I have no idea what’s the matter;
But I do know that I’m a mess.
The world passes by and I must confess
I’m on the street corner of life afraid to cross,
Fearing traffic of new ideas will be my loss.
My focus withers with noises of each day.
Old memories dominate as new thoughts give way.
Delving deep in my fears, what do I find?
I must whitewash all that currently infects my mind.
Rinse away antiquated ideas toward a new direction.
Life rewards only those who make a right selection.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Follows The Sun (Revised)
Follows The Sun
Amazing, unique, individual, what we
see of the world is derived from wearing
coloured glasses
Some derive beauty & comfort in scary
events, others hate wonderful ideas
that soar me high into the sky
Some change everything into appalling
experience - others find illumination
in the meanest event
Shifted my focus, looked at all view-
points at once, concluded emulating
positive, inspiring people is best
Negatives come naturally - a dream
is easily crushed by revealing it to
dissenting opinions
I treasure fragile ideas, seeking minds
predisposed to see life positively,
respecting disillusioned people
Frequently depressed - but focus grows
problems, I change perspective, trail
the sun on the horizon
No matter how dark or determined
the bad things can seem - life has
changed so wondrously since
I adopted the magnificent plan of
reaching for the light like a flower
follows the sun…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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An Idea
An Idea can change the world, how many
things can be done from an idea, every piece
of object was an idea, sense the beginning of
time idea was the first thought created in the
mind, an idea is what surround’s every being.
But an idea is still only an idea and it can't be
felt, you cannot touch an idea or kiss it, or hold it,
ideas do not bleed or feel pain or love, an idea
cannot be seen or heard, its created in our thoughts,
but then again an idea can become real. An idea
can be what ever you which it to be, an idea can
be destructive, an idea can be brilliant, I've seen
people get killed in the name of ideas, ideas,
we walk around with a little
light bulb blinking in our thoughts, ideas.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Dreamy mind
Had it not been the dreamy mind?
What could we search and find?
There would have been no fancy ideas
Hidden treasure would have remained under the seas
Even with sick body you build castle in air
You have unlimited ability to prove it as fair
Why person can not reach sky and come back?
Even if he has nothing to claim or stake
Even light speed is less than the thoughts
Imagery wars are prepared and fought
No matter who wins or looses
The person is at the helm of affairs to dispose
It keeps you all the time happy
This has been experienced by many
If mentally you remain strong and stable
You can prove yourself as being capable
The mind is full innovative things
It is constant try for new innovation and something
It might not pay immediately but pay in the long run
It is providing result along with the fun
Who can stop you from touching moon?
No would dare to question you in burning noon?
It is all confined to secret walls of memory
It may cause you anxiety but not the worry
It is good to think on positive lines
Rest all can be pushed to side lines
It is not one day labor that comes to realization
So many answers were found for the burning questions
It is tremendous work that has been waged in isolation
Some of it may not find the direct relation
Yet it proves to be of immense importance
Several examples can be quoted as an example
I would love to free the devilish mind to roam
Gather the ideas to work as not damaging storms
Full use of energy and harnessing it proper way
Then nothing can be snatched or taken away
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I need hope
On the rugged paths
Of my silent life
Strange roads and intimidating sights
Vaccum air i tried to breathe
Suffocate my thoughts
And my being
With blazing sun on both sides
Burning my senses
And my mind
All i ask is
A dropp of hope
That would give me courage to cope
I am holding brazen dreams
With broken life and barren eyes
Toil and tired
In the blistering heat
Still trying with bare feet
A selfish conscious
I carry around
That tears up my soul
And rip my mind
All i ask is courage and hope
That would rinse my plaguing soul
A melancholy sound
I follow around
That dampens my nerves
And drove me wild
I searched around for a glint of hope
Around the valleys, under the stones
When i found
Nothing to hold
I let go of my burning soul
All my power and my senses
Crumpled down in mere ashes
I let go of my dying searches
When all i found was havoc and haze
Now i am just a hollow being
Wandering around in drained streams
When all i ask was courage and hope
That would rinse my plaguing soul.
poem by Blue Pearl
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Perfect Peace
I ponder deeply in my mind
For thoughts of peace and how to find
It only comes from deep within
You cannot fake it or pretend
Real peace comes when your mind is at rest
Knowing through life you've given your best
Believing in a greater power than we
Holding no grudges, being totally free
Having no ill will against neighbor or kin
Knowing the peace maker is living within
Giving of self to help others in need
Looking for nothing in return for a deed
Being true to one's self no matter the price
It's better to give until it becomes sacrifice
If you want to feel that total release
Then try all of this and you know perfect peace
poem by Brenda Whitlock
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The Power of Ideas
The power of ideas are immeasurable
They are the hidden treasures which lies
Deep within each and everyone of us
When we take the time to mind them we will find
That they are more precious than diamonds
Ideas which may seem insignificant
Has tremendous power within them
They are the genesis the initiation the foundation
Of all invention and everything which
Is created by humankind
The power of ideas are immeasurable
They have got the power to move mountains
To overcome any obstacle and to make
The seemingly impossible possible
Ideas are the levers which moves and the axis
On which the world revolves
The power of ideas are immeasurable
The power of ideas...
poem by Anthony Shurland Phillander
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Noises
(ian hunter/tommy morrongiello)
Noises are taking away my freedom.
Noises seem to rob me of myself.
Noises are the sound of mediocrity.
Noises ... to take that ... from out of myself.
Noises are taking away my casualness.
Noises are making me scared.
Big noises are made by big shots.
Some noises should never be heard.
Noises,
Noises,
Noises,
Noises,
Give me noises!
Noises are looking over my shoulder.
Noises are the sound of the herd.
Noises make the planet colder.
Noises are noises that should never be heard.
Noises,
Noises,
Noises,
Noises will destroy me.
Noises ...
Why not join some junky jewels, who wreck the clines on canvas fools
Who take the vapours from the mind. neo nothing. shallow kind.
A ritzy nazi owns the game, he plays at God but that was fame
And music masturbates his mind, and stones get rolled up in the slime
A new york butch becomes a blond, while changing gears while from beyond
Agree to consecrate the music makers have gotta take
Owls with trowels as big as spades, dig down among those sequined graves.
Work out their ages, turn the pages, caught in cages, locked in ages
Media momenta, who can prevent her.
Noises, noises, noises, noises
Did you find a certain street, theyre looking for thoughtless thoughts to preach
The street, the street, theyre not your drain, while waiting in the pouring rain
For your old lady out of work, brought the baby, bet your shirt
Waiting for godot did it, then whats happening the other end - rewards
And gallant knights with blunted swords
Locked away in isolation, trying to figure out why they wanna die
And thats the state of the nation.
Noises,
Noises,
Noises,
Noises, oh, oh, oh.
I love noises!
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Amazed They Are Afraid and Clueless
Why are people fearing their own demise?
What is it about their current state of self destruction,
That gives them such ridiculous hints?
I am amazed they are afraid and clueless.
And rarely do I observe anyone blind,
Asking for assistance to cross a traffic packed...
And crowded street.
While those of clear vision,
Are afraid of their own shadows.
And the quality of life they have allowed to degrade!
Formulated and based upon 'their' highbrow standards.
And dictated as ideal and righteous.
Although the deceivers and their greed,
Have scurried to taint Burj Dubai.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Getting Through
I know my heart is shattered into a million pieces
I know I've lost something valuable, precious and irreplaceable
I know there will be days when I will cry and break and hurt
But I know too that I am strong enough to get through this
My soul has cried many tears that have failed to heal my aching heart
My mind has screamed many thoughts that have failed to ease my inner pain
All thats left now is to rise up, be strong, sit with the loss and the pain and work through it
For the only way out is through - i can't jump over it or go around it - I have to go through it
I will come out on the other side a wiser, happier person
I will not sit and dwell on this loss and pain
I will grieve, it is necessary, but I will not focus all my attention on the pain
Instead I will focus my attention on getting through it, on looking forward at the bright lights ahead
The world cannot consist only of pain and misery, I refuse to believe that
I will find happiness and joy and cling to every little bit of it with all the strength I have
I will be whole and loved again
poem by Mandi Ducroq
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1. One
I am trying to find my poetic rhythm.
Pen my flow of thoughts.
Words running through my mind,
Ideas running through my mind.
Incoherent, Scattered and disjointed
I am trying to make words and ideas one
Create a world of words, in this world of chaos
Words running from one end
Ideas running from one end
On a path of collision
Ideas and words unite, one
One, the beginning
One, the universal beginning
One, the number of the gods
One, my first poem
poem by Anand Dixit
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How Could I Hide?
There is no escape
Always creeping, always following always there
Always here, there is nowhere to go
Nowhere to run to
Nowhere to stay far from
No distance great enough
No wall strong enough
Never enough
How can you hide
From what is inside
How is that you could distance yourself from that who is in you
That who is you
How is that you could just not be the you who you are
How is it I could not be me
No matter what I do he's there he's in me he is me
How could I not be the sum of my mistakes?
How can You tell me that I'm more
How could I not be something to abhor
I cannot run from who I am, how is that not tied to what I did
What I do doesn't that become me? Do I become that?
My mind tells me that's wrong, my heart is evil, but it knows You
The part of me that does know You says You can erase it all
But I don't feel it, I'm sorry, I often don't, I feel like me
And to me that is the greatest torture to be me
Because the me that I think that I am is someone who I could never
Bear to live as, never, not ever
Instead of believing you I just ask How can I hide?
Can I hide from what's inside?
Can I cease to be me
Can I escape the mistakes
Can I escape the thoughts
Can I escape the identity
Can I escape from me
There is nowhere to run, nowhere I've gone
Nowhere I feel I can go
Will be far enough from me to escape me
Nothing in my mind feels sufficient to conquer me
I cannot divorce myself from what I believe makes me who I am
How could it not rule me, the evil thoughts I have thought
Are not just thoughts in the past, they're thoughts that last
They're thoughts I still think, how is there freedom from that evil
How is their cleansing from that sin
Truly without You there is no hope and I cannot win
But even with all You say about me I don't know how to change
Can I change my idea of me?
Can I come int my new identity?
Can I really escape when I cannot run?
I must fight against him
Show me Your love
Help me please
Cleanse me from 'me'
So that I can be me
poem by David Knox
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A Change Dream of All!
Education does not end schools and colleges;
It continues in life and work in the world ever!
Real education begins outside education portals,
When one comes out of educational institutions
To Nature, arts, sciences, literature and poetry!
It’s not enough to spend time in mundane things,
Day today activities which will produce monotony,
Frustration, depression and make world too much!
Each one should make use of special power within
To explore nature of things and explore truth and
Helplessness of man can be overcome by change!
A lot of drawbacks are there in everything here
Affecting society unaware without giving hope,
New thoughts, ideas and change for the better!
Innovation, novelties are needed to breathe fresh air;
Poets have important job to bring about change!
To change society individual’s attitude needs change.
Nature, arts and literature are there to give solace,
Comfort, ideas and hope to realize freedom in life!
Poetry inspires and encourages to attain freedom
And live a life of fulfilment to the full in the world!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Thoughts and ideas - (Talking through my hat)
Break and husk
thoughts and ideas that,
without reason,
I smashing them like nuts
into my head – mortar with pig iron pestle.
Lay and hatch
thoughts and ideas,
and younglings,
instead of fly,
I keep them under latch
in my head – cage of neurons,
dendrites and axons.
Knead and raise
thoughts and ideas
but let me tempted,
and without reason,
instead of bake them, I play
“of thieves and bobbies”
with bullets of dough
shot from my head – automatic gun.
Pull kernels out of
thoughts and ideas
but I put not them to spring
and hundredfold harvest to bring,
I chain them necklace
that my poor mind
who walks nomad
through my head – ballad
to put it neck
in a night with moon
and than to catch
in a fairies dance
and hungry of blue
to soar in the stars.
***
Thoughts and ideas
are shrieking through my mind
as lost migratory birds
in an autumn of rains.
Thoughts and ideas
- arrow-shaped cranes with wet wings -
fall all at once
in my head – moorland
of thistle and mud.
Bevies of ideas
and useless thoughts
surround my mind
how ravens give wheel
carrions to be
through my head - waste land
by boiling and winds.
Thoughts and ideas
go round
like a pack of wolves
with empty bellies
through my head – winter of frost,
winter of sleet
with my mind
thoroughly frozen
by fright and a biting wind.
Pick
bunches of thoughts and ideas
caressed by the sun of mind
in bacchanal vineyards
planted on encephalic hills.
I squish them
and expect to get wine
and get drunk
in my head – tavern where the smoke
knife just cut it
and air is sourbitter.
Fog of thoughts and ideas
rises from my mind
as darkness on swamps
in late autumn.
Nothing to see
not hear anything
all still is,
just the small brain
flickers in my head – gray curtain
between movement and inertia.
Slacked thoughts and ideas
are resting on benches of mind,
nothing pulling them
with hands and teeth,
I can’t them gather
at work to bring
to get something good
from my head – chaos
where it lacks a poleax
and a stump of elm.
poem by Viorel Petru Trifan
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Believe What I Say
Believe what I say
A sonnet is a moment's
Monument,
Memorial from the souls's
Eternity to one's deathless
Hour
Shed a light
Don't shed a tear
Give a small praise
Don't dance with a stranger
Farewell to the soldiers
farewell to the world
As winter is coming
Believe what I say
A woman speaks with her heart
Save me
Even if
Is to realy love you
Even if the love is to evaporate
The irresisteble one you are
A rose
The Jasmin tree
Has the perfume of eternity
With these eyes
Full of raindrops
That had fallen fron the sky
There is hope
For us so strong
God will cary us through
Our lives
And my hope for us is that we live and love each other
Like lover's do
What else can I say?
Believe in me
Let's get our act together
Because we don't know our destiny
It is hard to know if we are heading through the right direction
All I need is assurance
There are no disapointments for us I can assure you that
Everything is alright with me
And it will be all right for us
Take your time to be with me
There is somebody at your door
With not just a pretty face
This one is me
There are letters left unopened at my desk
You can always pull me through
I saw you in the mirror
I am gratefulul for you
Because you can always pull me through
My black dats
And lift my spyrit
We are not afraid to die
We are not afraid to dream
We are not afraid to show the love we have for each other
We are not afraid to speak our mind
Once the morning comes
You can change your mind
Your love is like a river that runs trhough my heart and soul
When I am warm and thirsty
Nothing will change my mind
You are the one for me
And I am the one for you
I know that we can't live another day without each other
Let's make a wish for us
And I hope that life will be good for the two of us
I don't need to see the trust you have in me
Because I have so much trust for you
If there were no dreamers like us
What the world would be without dreamers
If we didn't had each other
What would our lives be?
It would be inposible for us to describe
Because we better not think about it
Let's enjoy life
Let's enjoy our love
Hope is what we need for each other
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Dreams
Dreams come in any shape or form
With a positive or negative outcome
You got to believe
In the ideas you conceive
Dreams come and go
Let your thoughts flow
You got to believe
In the ideas you conceive
Dreams can suddenly explode
From novice to advanced mode
Dreams can be boring or be fun
To be real they all need to be worked on
You got to believe
And live with the ideas you conceive
You got to believe
If you give you will eventually receive
Dreams are special
Dreams are emotional
But many a dream
Is only attained as a team
(2007)
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Thoughts
Mind is pre occupied with thought
No win even after battles fought,
No results even after lessons taught,
No peace despite comforts bought,
Is that we have gone so much insane,
Our prestige at low and efforts in vane,
Roads all clear and deserted lane,
Sky too calm but only noise of plane,
Nothing will improve or find change,
Look even shabby even you arrange,
Does not require outward finish,
It is sign of doom’s day and perishes,
Reforms in thoughts and sincere action,
Will bring all change without any question,
World at large will have joy and benefit,
Simple thought and no brake or limit,
What I am searching in selfish world,
What I look around and develop feet cold,
Do I lack vision or ideas bold?
Do I stand on slippery land and not properly hold?
It is senseless thought war only in mind,
Never parallel in history you find,
Mind vicious and no place for views kind,
All ready to give you push from behind,
Who should I trust and whom to avoid?
Find no excuse or reason solid,
Will have to use mind and common sense,
Must leave behind thoughts and tense,
I failed to distinguish what is wrong or right,
Unnecessary quarrel and useless fight,
Peace will elude and goal not in sight,
Will emerge end of tunnel with bright light
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Where Do I Come From?
Where do I come from? I do not know,
For it was taken away before I could see. What
is my name? I do not know, because it was taken
away from me before I was born. Who am I? I will never know, for the
culture of who I am and would have been, was
stripped away from lack of understanding. What is my past?
The knowledge to know that people, doing the hating
and despising are the very same people that share
my family roots. Who am I? This I do know a person that
will never have knowledge, of what it would be
like to have a culture and a country, a past with
a positive history! Where do I go? I do not know, for there
is far more prejudice than ever against a people,
with no country and no culture, stuck in the middle
of a melting pot society. What do I do? All I can do is hope,
hope that one day, it won't matter what color
you are, and it won't matter where you come from.
It doesn't matter what you look like, that people
wake up and accept a person by how one is treated. What is my future?
To pass this knowledge to my children, for it
is the only thing left, that was not taken from me.
And it is the only thing of value in this life
I can give, this gift to my child.
poem by Be' Ver Lee Houston
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New Canadian Ideas Mar 17th,2011
New ideas should be debated so that we can change,
Why should this be blocked by politicians afraid to arrange?
Could have compulsory voting and binding referendums now?
They love their first-past-the-post but it’s not right somehow.
Proportional representation ideas are forbidden,
Death with dignity discussions are all well hidden,
And appointed Supreme Court decisions are often indiscrete,
So we have killing abortion clinics on almost every street.
Canadians should not be allow more than two wives,
Even if two or three more are allowed or tend to arrive,
Subjects that are not politically correct should be discussed,
And these subjects should not be treated with disgust,
Mar 17th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Krafty
Some people get up at the break of day
Gotta go to work before it gets too late
Sitting in a car and driving down the road
It ain't the way it has to be
But that's what you do to earn your daily wage
That's the kind of world that we live in today
Isn't where you wanna be
And isn't what you wanna be
*chorus*
Give me one more day (one more day)
Give me another night (just another night)
I need a second chance (second chance)
This time I'll get it right (This time I'll get it right)
I'll say one last time (one last time)
I've got to let you know (I've got to let you know)
I've got to change my mind (I've got to change my mind)
I'll never let you go (I'll never let you go)
You've got to look at life the way it oughta be
Looking at the stars from underneath the tree
There's a world inside and a world out there
With that on tv you just don't care
They've got violence, wars and killing too
All shrunk down a two-foot tube
But out there the world is a beautiful place
With mountains, lakes and the human race
This is where I wanna be
And this is what I wanna do
Give me one more day (one more day)
Give me another night (just another night)
I need a second chance (second chance)
This time I'll get it right (This time I'll get it right)
I'll say one last time (one last time)
I've got to let you know (I've got to let you know)
I've got to change my mind (I've got to change my mind)
I'll never let you go (I'll never let you go)
Just give me one more chance (one more chance)
Give me another night (just another night)
With just one more day (one more day)
You know I'll get it right (You know I'll get it right)
I'll say one last time (one last time)
I've got to let you know (I've got to let you know)
If I could change your mind (If I could change your mind)
I'll never let you go (I'll never let you go)
song performed by by New Order
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