Explorations: XXIX
time,
in the form of rahu
quickly belched
and smacked its lips
as a finale to a great feast
the sky remained
a blank canvas
the last tango with the moon
came to an abrupt halt!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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A Blank Canvas
A blank canvas waits every morning
as the sun begins to rise.
It waits for me to start thinking
of what today will be my prize.
Whatever it may be, I know
a new destination will come aboard
and my creations will be my guides to follow
to new adventures I will afford,
seeking and finding the colours and words
to fill in the emptiness of my blank canvas.
poem by David Harris
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Tango neg emo
tango neg emo
tango neg emo stuck
move shuffle feet
bloom in red dresses
of Piazzolla tears
wretched passionate
I shed some drops
move tango me emo
move tango me burn
plus minus turn
tango neg emo stuck
a turn of good luck
Inspired by Tango, Negative
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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It's one of his radical paintings
They refused to take his painting for the Exhibition.
The reason they explained; ' It's a blank canvas.'
Then the painter argued; ' It's titled as Blank life.'
'At least there should be a brush mark then we can accept.' the director of the Art Gallery said.
With his ball point pen he kept a dot in the middle of the canvas
And added to the title as 'Full stop to the blank life.'
The director was really appreciated and taken the painting back.
* To my friend Denis.Joe who threw a torch into my little dark World and I saw this strange sign shines in the darkness.
'If the door is locked, someone is inside? '
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Tango In The Night
Written by lindsey buckingham.
Listen to the wind on the water
Listen to the waves upon the shore
Try to sleep, sleep wont come
Just as I begin to fade
Then I remember
When the moon was full and bright
I would take you in the darkness
And do the tango in the night
Tango...
I keep the dream in my pocket
Never let it fade away
Inside, outside
No loneliness in this dream
Then I remember
When the moon was full and bright
I would take you in the darkness
And do the tango in the night
Tango...
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Smacked And Slapped Against The Wall
Smacked and slapped against the wall,
Is not magnifique.
Although some may just enjoy...
This touch of quick awakening.
Smacked with a slap against the wall,
May help some snap senses back.
But not for all...
Who may be appalled,
By such treatment.
Smacked and slapped against the wall...
ooo
Some may need it!
Smacked with a slap against the wall...
ooo
Without the need,
For smelling salts.
Is cost effective!
Smacked with a slap against the wall...
ooo
Is cost effective!
Smacked and slapped against the wall...
ooo
Without the need,
For smelling salts.
Awakens!
And...
Relieves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Familiar
From spawn soundtrack
Could there be a familiar ring everytime I sing about
Cycle the tears everything in life no doubt i, i
Reiterate to my jaw is off-set,
But Ill say it again anyway,
What you give it what you get!
X2 verse:
Look at you now, look at you now,
Youre put in your place, put in your place oh,
All medicine, all medicine is smacked in the face,
Smacked in the face again!
Whisper: x2 smacked in the face again.
So when the door comes swinging back around and the taste
Of familiar medicine is abound on your breath, breath, breath
Please dont come crawling back to me,
Cuz youll know what Ill say
Brother let your knees bleed please!
X2 verse:
Look at you now, look at you now,
Youre put in your place, put in your place oh,
All medicine, all medicine is smacked in the face,
Smacked in the face again!
Whisper: x7 smacked in your face again
X4 verse:
Look at you now, look at you now,
Youre put in your place, put in your place oh,
All medicine, all medicine is smacked in the face,
Smacked in the face again!
X2:
Oooh oh
song performed by by Incubus
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Blank
Blank pages, blank lines
Blank heart, blank mind
Blank feeling, blank soul
Blank high, blank low.
I dont know why
You just cant see
That all you've ever known
Is the blank side of me.
The Frog and The Toad
Come, said the frog to the toad,
let us hop down to the pond,
at the end of the road.
Jump on to a giant lily leaf,
and watch the fish,
as they swim underneath.
Dine on the succulent dragon flies,
see the the world,
as it drifts by.
Then at the end of the day,
we can gaze at the stars,
watch the moon,
as it passes mars.
Come said the frog to the toad.
Tango
poem by Tango Tango
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The Super Moon
No moon can ever
Match in size or brightness
The moon that fills me
Sometimes copper coloured
Most times like milk poured into
Large round vessel
No super moon can
Beat that magic-moon that spelt
Two heart as one
The moment slipped
The sea gulped the moon and belched
My heart, its abode
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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The Canvas
Oh how she loves her canvas,
The stories that it tells.
Oh how she loves to paint her thoughts,
And etch a perfect spell.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
The memories that it holds.
Oh how she loves to trace the lines,
And tell if new or old.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
Her stability in an unstable world.
Oh how she loves to fret away,
At all of her unfurled.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
A standstill of art and truth.
Oh how she loves the feel of it,
To reminisce her youth.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
A long work of her life.
Oh how she loves the twisted colors,
Splashes of red upon white.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
She crafts each inch with care.
She hides her canvas well away,
Though she often earns a stare.
Do not tell of her canvas,
Keep the secret- she insists.
But perhaps some time take a second glance,
For her canvas is her wrist.
poem by Dayna Mortimore
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Creative Stroke
In a new form
In a new style
I am giving
Creative stroke
On my canvas
On my society
And I know
All are waiting
For my words
All are waiting
For my poems
And I know
My nature inspired
Poems are a feast
For eyes
And I know
My poems are
Lover's paradise
In new form
In new style.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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A Foolish Step
Bright moon was here,
Before a sandy lies
After the lips of hatred
Telling aloud
Cloudy summer
Anticipation was kneading hard
Prejudice on dice
Gamble of jealousy
Might be a finale
Our suffocation,
At large
Umbrage
We lost everything
Mislaid the same moon
After the dusk
Nothingness is due
Resentment was more
Entranced by greed,
Foolish step is always taken.
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poem by Malaya Roses
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Madam Speaker, it is time to halt illegal entry into this country. It is time to halt the flow of illegal drugs and weapons into this great Nation, and it is time to secure our borders.
quote by Marsha Blackburn
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Empty Canvas
the canvas is juxtaposition
images colour movement time
time shifts in thought shifts
empty mind space canvas
is whatever artist declares
canvas is painted to be
empty canvas is whatever
canvas is painted to be
endless pigment possibilities
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The canvas
The canvas
~
This blank canvas before me
Laid out in pristine white
Where only the illusion of lines
Break the unparalleled possibility
Dare I take my pen to it
To scare forever its page
To pen the impossible thought
In verse and breath captivated
That only the mention of a word
Touches the heart and soul of man
Painted into eternity
Upon the canvas stained
No longer innocent, pristine
But touched by the mind
Whose eyes looked upon
A world as they chose to see it
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Smacked
Kept pocketed and it's deep,
Those feelings so hard to reach.
And then with no warning shown...
They're seen unbelievebly,
To rattle as if in battle...
To match!
And...
Smacked like a cat attacking,
With claws at the end of paws.
And scratching right back,
Ouch!
And smacked with the claws out.
Smacked like a cat attacking,
With claws at the end of paws.
And scratching right back,
Ouch!
And smacked with the claws out.
Kept pocketed and it's deep,
Those feelings so hard to reach.
And then with no warning shown...
They're seen unbelievebly,
To rattle!
And...
Smacked like a cat attacking,
With claws at the end of paws.
And scratching right back,
Ouch!
And smacked with the claws out.
Finding...
No time to rhyme,
When...
Smacked like a cat attacking,
With claws at the end of paws.
And scratching right back,
Ouch!
And smacked with the claws out.
Finding...
No time to rhyme,
When...
Smacked like a cat attacking,
With claws at the end of paws.
And scratching right back,
Ouch!
And smacked with the claws out.
Kept pocketed and it's deep,
Those feelings so hard to reach.
And finding,
No time...
To rhyme,
When...
Smacked like a cat attacking,
With claws at the end of paws.
And scratching right back,
Ouch!
And smacked with the claws out.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A prayer for the new year
The tide of time washes over the old year as it fades away
and the new year is beginning bringing in a brand new day.
A clean slate and a blank canvas made ready for me to display
many acts of love and kindness throughout each new day.
Father give me the grace to fill each canvas with acts of love
As I walk in the footsteps of my Lord from heaven above
The moon weeps
The moon weeps
Without a warning
In the ebony night
When it becomes lonesome
As the stars have departed
The moon weeps
In clandestine silence
Tears from the heavens
Overseeing all the sadness
As the stars have departed
The moon weeps
In self pitying sorrow
For being so alone
In such a big sky
It fills with melancholy
The moon's weeping
Stops so abrupt
As it holds power and luminescence
It is gently reminded
The time will come to shine
Like the moon
We sometimes all feel alone
Misunderstood and sorrowful
So like the moon we must recall
We all shall have our time to shine
poem by Mitchell Greenwood
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Blank
I wish I was blank
I wish I was blank
I wish I could thank
I wish I was blank
I'd write a letter to you
And there'd be nothing to it
I wouldn't hem and haw
On just how to start it
I wish I was blank
I wish I was blank
I wish I could thank
I wish I was blank
I wish I'd stand up straight
I wish I'd said things different
I wish I'd said nothing
Things would be so perfect
I wish myself to keep
I pray my soul to sleep
I wish myself away
I wish I was blank
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins from The Aeroplane Flies High
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The Course Of Love
Seeing Radha stand alone, Krishna came from behind and blindfolded her with his hands. But his hands could not fully cover her large and elongated vivacious eyes. They shone out from within his fingers as a serpent's gem which it had disgorged and hid between its fangs;" or as Rahu finding the sun and Mars together, had pounced and held them fast. Krishna does not have any self-interest, for there is nothing for him to desire or achieve. But he removes the grief of separation of those whom he loves. His eyes came close to Radha's, and his lips were on hers. It was as though the lotuses forgetting their opposition to the moon had opened their petals to be kissed by the moon rays. Says Suradasa, Krishna's loving embrace removed from Radha. the sorrow of her parting.
poem by Sant Surdas
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