Battling A Surreal World
alone in the house
reading the news of the day
i slipped into a nap on the sofa
a sudden chill down the spine
shook me out of the day-mare
it was a world mysteriously chilling
my stiffled screams that failed to
leave my vocal cords were
heard by none but me
i tried to walk but remained
where i first took my step
i moved around people
whose heads were
strangely missing
only the bodies moved about
foolish of me...how could
those without heads can
ever hear me or see me!
i literally had to muster the energies
i could claim as mine even in that
semi-conscious state to fight against
the surreal world i was thrown into
to breathe in a world, safe and secure
however drab it might be...
08nov2009
17.40hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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1. A House upon the Height
an abandoned house
saps the spirit with its
nagging and chilling
emptiness, a black hole
that sucks out the
shimmering warm sun
to throw shadows and
ice over the hazy lanes of
imagination
a broken empty house
on the height echoes
relentless gloom and tales of woe
through each of its missing
chilling window panes
missing pages of a horror
story that solicit entries
from the haunted mind
of an innocent who has
lost his way in the dark of night
the overgrown grass
strays haphazardly and
almost in a haste to doors,
windows, walls and collapsing
roof to claim its static prey
they wake up a body of
monks (ghost bumps)
with their reverberating
aum aum chants that
have the negative effects
of sending shivers down one's spine
a torn and soiled jacket strewn
across the menacing garden
a little baby's drum, holed and beaten
out of shape by the unkind weather
carry with them broken dreams
an empty house wears itself out
sooner than an occupied house
a world shunning loner, who eventually
descends into despair, a wretched
soul losing all its charm and love
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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September Rain
September Rain (sonnet)
Most days, on my way to the bar or grocery shop,
I walk past an old man who sits in the shade of
an oak, on a creaky sofa that has lost its place in
the lounge. I usually stop and talk to him, he can’t
remember me from one day to the next, tells me
the same story about his parents, and where he
grew up; Portugal of yore. He isn’t here today, only
the mantle, he wraps around himself when there
is a chill in the air, is flung on the old sofa; a zephyr
whispers that he will not be back. “Will I be that old?
I ask the waning sun. I sit on a sofa on the terrace,
a blanket wrapped around my shoulders, scan the sky,
in the vale where I live and my parents too lived,
we wait for September rain.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Yesterday's News
Hey, hey..
mm..yeah
I've got something to tell you
Yeah!
Oh yeah!
I'm catching the fast train
Soon i'll be long, long gone
And i shoot through the night
Like a bullet from a loaded gun
They been trying to use me
Lie and abuse me
They're trying to break me
No one can take me, no way
Now i'm way down, i'm way down
Yes i'm way down, i'm way down
I'm so down i'm reading yesterdays news
I woke up this morning
Leaving on my mind
And i said to myself
I ain't gonna waste more time, no
I need someone to save me
Love and embrace me
They been trying to get me
Trying to set me up, bad luck
Now i'm way down, i'm way down
Yes i'm way down, i'm way down
I'm so down i'm reading yesterdays news
Yeah, yeah
I got time on my head
I know what i'll do
One made bed
I know i'm come through
Cause i know in my heart
There are things to be said
From the pain that i suffer
And the crush that i'll pay
Now i'm way down, i'm way down
Yes I'm way down, i'm way down
Yes i'm way, way, way, way down
I'm way, way, way down
I'm way, way, way down
Way down, yeah...
I'm so down i'm reading yesterdays news
song performed by by Europe
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Silent whispers
The look in your eyes
are tranquil like the bluest skies
yet there is something chilling
running up and down my spine,
while I yearn to make you mine,
as if so intense this feelings is killing
any resistance that I have against you,
against this attraction being true.
The fire of the smile on your lips
the sublime movement of your hips
come with silent whispers
while away all my resistance slips
and I need you to kiss or chill me,
with scorn or the loveliest tranquility,
into my innermost core I want you to enter in,
I want to meet you with something deeper than just skin
take you somewhere that we have not gone before
but only if you truly love me, our companionship will begin.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Chill Pill
Everybody needs to take a chill pill
there's so much love to fill
everybody needs to take a chill pill
let these wounds heal
everybody needs to take a chill pill
Let it be your will
dry all this blood we spill
everybody needs to take a chill pill
find in your heart not to kill
everybody needs to take a chill pill
Think how the world would feel
everybody needs to take a chill pill
think of it as being real
everybody needs to take a chill pill
take your guns and kneel
You won't have to steal
while you watch your tire's peel
everybody needs to take a chill pill
nothing here is that big of a deal
if only it was so surreal
little bird on the windowsill
everybody needs to take a chill pill
(spiritwind-2009)
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Taste Of Medicine
The sky is low and the clouds are mean
His mood burns like kerosene
The air seems charged with a special qualm
It feels like fahrenheit four five one, four five one
Malice burns like a constant pain
It will never be the same again
Her body is tense to the touch of fear
The terror screams ring my ears, pure and clear, pure and clear
It sends a shiver down my spine
Through these walls I hear her whine
It sends a shiver down my spine
I lost faith in humankind
A throbbing sound, a suffering voice, pleading on and on and on
A taste of your medicine, a taste of your medicine
The worms were severed in his head
I tried to think of what, of what they said
The cleaving currents of dispute
Now leave you with a bad repute, another one, another one
You set your seam with your hands
The giving comes, the taking ends, the talking hands
It sends a shiver down my spine
Through these walls I hear her whine
It sends a shiver down my spine
I lost faith in humankind
She shouts, screams and cries; its not his fault, keep him here
Come , hurry , run, run,
A taste of your medicine, a taste of your medicine
song performed by by Xymox
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There Shall Be No Blank Space Of This Jalousy
she broke a piece
of the window, a plank of glass
and the cat gets in at night
and sleeps on my favorite sofa
i never like this
i don't like a blank space where a cat slips in
and takes a portion of my sofa
this is strictly prohibited in my world
today the plank of glass is delivered
and there is no emptiness left along the lines of this
space
where the wind is free to
to get in and then move out like nothing happened
between the cat and the sofa.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Slip Away
She lives in the tv sky
She lives in such pain
She rides in a bulletproof
Stretch limousine
The smoke in the barroom nights
The faces in the window
The sound of the harbor horn
She recognized
And when the music started
She just slipped away
Just like a river rollin down
And when the music started
She just slipped away
High on a windy hill
The turbine did whine
Low in the valley chill
A baby was cryin
Impossible to take the time
The moment is here
Cry out from behind the pines
A voice comin near
And when the music started
She just slipped away
Just like a river rollin down
And when the music started
She just slipped away
song performed by by Neil Young
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Stifle not the reader
Reading is an art,
reading is a tool.
Those who think it dumb,
must be such a fool.
Reading is enjoyment,
reading is a blast.
Reading is a separate entity
from the future and the past.
Reading is done in present,
though written in a tense.
Reading is about life,
in surprise or suspense.
Reading is a place of joy,
full of hope and song,
Reading is a place I feel
that I truly do belong.
A trapdoor to a fantasy,
A world thought lost to us,
Reading is a place of wonder,
a place that we can trust.
Why read about reality,
when I can delve into magic.
Why stifle my own happiness,
with scenarios so tragic.
Stifle not the reader,
for it is their choice alone.
Reading is an outlet,
for hearts that turned to stone.
Say It (Don't Spray It)
Girl I can't understand you
You're like reading a big fat book in Hebrew.
I can tell by the way you drool,
You don't mean to be cruel.
Oh baby
Fess up to your feelings
and tell me you need me
Cuz' your ass is very pleasin'
Girl you got to say it, don't spray it
I want the news, not the weather!
Say it, don't spray it
I want the news, not the weather!
So say goodbye to those Levi's
and say hello to my sweet thighs.
We can hokey-pokey
(Just gimme the okie-dokie)
Fess up to your feelings,
Cause baby I'm needy
Oh baby, I'm really really needy.
Girl you got to say it, don't spray it
I want the news, not the weather!
Say it, don't spray it
I want the news, not the weather!
(Wave your hands if you like what we're sayin')
(Wave your hands if you like what we're playin')
Don't gimme no teasin'
Your ass is so pleasin'
As long as I'm breathin'
It makes me a heathin'!
(C'mon, C'mon)
(Everybody in the house)
(I want the news)
Say it, don't spray it
I want the the news, not the weather!
(Repeat 5x)
song performed by by 2gether
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I love comics. All I've been doing is reading every day, sitting in the house. Because I've not been feeling too good, so I've been reading and reading.
quote by Jason Mewes
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The Houses
1898 -- A Song of the Dominions
'Twixt my house and thy house the pathway is broad,
In thy house or my house is half the world's hoard;
By my house and thy house hangs all the world's fate,
On thy house and my house lies half the world's hate.
For my house and thy house no help shall we find
Save thy house and my house -- kin cleaving to kind;
If my house be taken, thine tumbleth anon.
If thy house be forfeit, mine followeth soon.
'Twixt my house and thy house what talk can there be
Of headship or lordship, or service or fee?
Since my house to thy house no greater can send
Than thy house to my house -- friend comforting friend;
And thy house to my house no meaner can bring
Than my house to thy house -- King counselling King.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Screaming pain
The silent screams inside
Nobody does hear
But me.
The screams of fear.
The screams of pain.
The screams of past pain endured.
No body knows.
The screams of hurt.
The screams that huant.
The screams of despair.
The screams of loneliness.
The screams of death.
Im screaming inside out.
With nobody to hear
Im screaming with pain.
Im screaming and screaming
Let me forget
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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News of the World
Tom Hanks, Helena Zengel, Tom Astor, Travis Johnson, Andy Kastelic, Ray McKinnon, Mare Winningham, Elizabeth Marvel, Michael Angelo Covino,
from News Of The World (2020)
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Reading Bukowski's Poem.
You ran your finger
along the spine
of books on your bookshelf
and took down
Betting on the Muse
by Charles Bukowski
and opened it
at random
reading the stories
and poem after poem
then having
nothing better to do
you got to page 292
and a poem titled
the good soul
and laughed out loud
like a dog barking
in dead of night
and your shoulders shook
and your wife said
What's so funny?
and you said
Oh just words
and she turned over
and back to sleep
and you put down
the book
beside the bed
and turned out
the light
laughing at the poem
inside your head.
poem by Terry Collett
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When you get the knock at the door
When the knock on the door comes.
I wonder will you be prepared.
For the news that your about to recive.
Will you be prepared for what the officer is about to say.
Im sorry but I have bad news.
Your duaghter has been found dead.
It would appear shes taken her own life.
She was found an hour ago.
We need some one to identify her body.
The mother says no it cant be true.
But when she goes and sees its her.
All she can do is scream and cry.
There has to be a mistake.
Shes just sleeping.
But when she reaches out.
Her duaghter is cold and stiff.
She realises its true.
She screams why Amy why.
She recived the knock on the door.
She never realised her world would stop.
Never knew her world would come crashing down.
For the news she lost her duaghter.
Who she could not reach.
Is going to mess with her head.
Amy Kerswell
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Literature is news that stays news.
Ezra Pound in ABC of Reading (1934)
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Mary Danced With Soldiers
She'd slip away each day with the dimming light
And with the sweetest smile she'd kiss the child goodnight
At the mill she'd work her fingers till they were raw
For the sake of her son and the daddy he never saw
Mary danced with soldiers
She stepped a light quadrille
Shawl across her shoulders
To keep away the chill, to keep away the chill
It was a rebel boy who brought her joy they say
Though the years had passed the memories stood fast each day
Before a bullet crushed the life of their romance
He gave her a shawl and a parasol from France
Mary danced with soldiers
She stepped a light quadrille
Shawl across her shoulders
To keep away the chill, to keep away the chill
They came around to the tavern in town that night
And with silent cries Mary never tried to fight
They cut her hair and left her body torn
Her spirit slipped away before the dawn
Mary danced with soldiers
But now her body's still
Shawl across her shoulders
To keep away the chill
Mary danced with soldiers
She stepped a light quadrille
Shawl across her shoulders
To keep away the chill, to keep away the chill
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Fireflies
On a moonless night,
With icy winds chilling my spine.
I sat down on the footsteps of my cottage;
Wondering what an empty night that was.
No sound of vehicles or people;
What a perfect silence!
I was wondering.
Just as i stood to leave,
In the mist i saw small flashes.
Dazed and bewildered in its beauty I stood;
A beauty out of the world!
First i saw only the flashes,
But then i realized.
They were dancing to a beat of their own!
A flawless silent choreography.
I felt out of the world;
A night to be remembered forever!
poem by Vivian Thompson
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She Screams
She screams in pain,
She screams out your name,
Watch her suffer,
Suffer into the darkness,
Tomorrow will bring another day,
A day of freedom,
She once thought,
She screams for help,
No one hears her,
A dead silence,
Watch as her friends turn their back on her,
Watch as she bleeds for them,
She hears the howling of the wind,
Knowing that no one can't hear her crying,
She screams,
Screams in agony,
Does anyone hear her,
Does anyone care,
She screams for you,
She screams one last time hoping that someone would hear her,
What will become of her,
Is this girl me or someone else.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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