From The Biography Of An Unknown Woman: Xxx
he carefully drew
a circle around her feet
and himself occupied
the earth and the sky
'after all
how much space you
really require, tell me...'
he said
occupying her
her sleeping body
08jun2010
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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From The Biography Of An Unknown Woman: Xxix
an invisible eye-witness box
he always carried with him
‘you would never lose a chance
to see me stand there,
if only it meant
to defend yourself…’
she thought to herself
as she closed the door
to seek her asylum after
he had left for the day’s work..
08jun2010
02.40hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Circle Dream
[ buck/drew/gustafson/augustyniak/merchant ]
[ percussion: paulinho da costa ]
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.
And in that circle I had made were all the worlds unformed and unborn yet.
A volume, a sphere that was the earth, that was the moon, that did revolve around my room.
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.
And in that circle was a maze, a terrible spiral to be lost in.
Blind in my fear, I was escaping just by feel.
But at every turn my way was sealed.
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.
And in that circle was a face.
Her eyes looked upon me with fondness.
Her warmth coming near, calling me sweetness, calling me dear.
But I whispered, no, I cant rest here.
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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And the Child Draws a World
the teacher asks the child to draw
The world
& the universe
And the child with his Mongol pencil
put a dot
for a start on his clean white bondpaper
(& as his fingers are clumsy
His hands still shaky)
he makes a stretch of a crooked
line
Stretching
& occupying almost all the space of the paper
To make a
Crooked circle
His world
And for his universe
He draws five little stars
crude
A crescent moon A comet moving In a blank space
A space rocket
Is drawn
On the top page in propulsion
A crooked circle The lines hardly meet At a common point
For a world
A little blank space For the universe
And where is God there?
The teacher asks him
You gave no instruction, sir. The child answered.
But He is there, the Child thinks.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An occupying power has no right to make significant alterations in the character of the occupied society, to change the laws all around, without a strong security reason and so forth.
A Void
Fade into a void for eternity,
By occupying it like a Space.
The hole I question is very solid,
The whole wedding has been solved.
My fading head and body shall unite afterwards,
Union is dreamt as soon as it appears.
My heavy head is with a hood of glass,
Too tough is my fight in this Space.
I craze into the storm of light,
This storm is above me and below,
To my left, and to my right.
The shaking has overcome me,
I want to move but I burst
In a way inexplicable.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Nakama 仲 間
Nakama, what a word!
So many meanings
big difference it makes
of good and bad
it's all that it takes
to feel acceptance.
The unconditionally
friendly feel of peace
when enter into:
own circle
family circle
neighbours circle
work circle
nature circle
earth circle
universe circle
am I a part of them?
If yes, then
there's the biggest
source
of happiness:
a bow: -Arigatou,
nakama desu.
poem by Elena Sandu
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Searching For Truth
Many men venture up into space, searching for that time and place,
Just where this earth had its start, while guided by wayward hearts.
They circle way above this world, looking for grand news to herald,
News that they can be assured, the earth started without The Lord.
The Lord above, they simply mock, as to the craft above they dock,
Suspended high above the earth, filled with a vain and empty mirth.
All the time they simply speculate, of man’s beginning and his fate.
But God is not mocked my friend, as they will all see come the end.
Men continue to blindly say, all came from the big bang in one day.
A foolish theory men do embrace, so they can worship outer space.
At times I wonder, how can it be, in that vastness they can not see,
That everything their eyes can see, was created by God of Eternity.
Although they suppress The Truth, they all shall be without excuse,
Because the vastness of creation, confirms all of God’s Revelation.
Above the circle of our little earth, sits The Creator of our universe.
As Creator, only He holds the key, to every man’s eternal destiny.
Their search for truth is misplaced, ignoring God’s awesome Grace,
Men need to look to The Creator, accepting Jesus Christ as Savior.
Then He who sits above the earth, will grant these men a new birth,
And they will receive eyes to see, that space is a curtain to Eternity.
-
God Works in Circle
a ball lover
is our god
a soccer player
he is
the whole universe
his field
the planets,
the stars,
our earth
all shuttling
through space
like balls
shove from
one corner
to the other
our heads,
our eyes,
the balls
that the gods
give us
to play
all
the games
in his world
the moon
in its
lunar journey
round and round
good and bad
too come
in a circle
what goes around
comes around
kindness begets kindness
do bad and
it comes back
in a circle
cos our god
is a lover of
a ball game
start walking anywhere
in the universe
and you get back
to your own place
cos our god
loves the circle game
the circle game
the circle game
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Circles Round The Moon
Tonight I drew a circle round the moon
This night I drew a circle round the moon
Through a glazed up frosty window
I drew a circle round the moon
Tonight I stood on the end of a pier
And the moon flooded the bay
And as it caught the rolling tide
I swear the waves stopped dead
Tonight I ran through dark streets
And cut the heads off all the flowers
And replaced them with something beautiful
That could never ever die
Tonight I lay by my open window
And listened to the rain
Gently lapping the ground outside
And smiling, I lay still
Tonight on the end of that pier
I longed for someone to hold
To share this beautiful sight with
And see the circles round the moon
Tonight the moon told me something
The moon it told me to live
It told me to live, not merely exist
So I could decapitate the flowers
But I didn’t take any notice
And killed myself instead
And if you look up at the sky tonight
There’ll be a circle round the moon
poem by Perfect Fool
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For Him I Know Not: X
this space between
these two hands
never felt empty
eversince you had
filled it with your
invisible presence
the nights are no longer
vacant and brooding
the day full of promise
with the wholesome space
occupying my being...
15jun2010
08.01hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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My Groom And Friend
My groom and friend came from afar.
I kiss your feet!
He drew his circle around me.
I kiss your hands!
Light seems to set the world apart.
I kiss your armor!
And earth's idols do not attract me.
I kiss your wings!
The yoke of love is light and sweet.
I kiss your shoulders!
Your brand is burned upon my heart.
I kiss your lips!
poem by Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin
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The Dance Of Life Is A Circle
if the dance of life is really
a circle where
we imagine a fusion of
the beginning and the end
then what are we waiting for?
do you have hands?
let us hold each other and join this dance.
forever comes inside our hearts,
you have no end
and i have no beginning
life's dance of ugliness and beauty holding hands together
of sorrow and joy, of pain and relief,
of evil and good, of black and white, of earth and sky,
of yin and yang, of male and female and those caught in between
the grip of the hands of life
to the stone, to the tree, to the sky, to an infinite space
now if you speak about a beginning and an end,
you are out of the circle. Or if you are wise enough,
You think you are inside the circle.
and the rest of the world, revolves around you.
you are in and they are out, it is still part of the circle.
sky and earth. down and up. your eyes take a look
at the stars, and the stars take a look at you.
you breathed the night air. You close your eyes.
You see what is infinite. You grasp eternity to the farthest
star that you put on top of your pointing finger.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Last Dollar On Earth
Yeah!
Line up!
Step right this way to see the last dollar on earth
Sign up!
The bus leaves today to see the last dollar on earth
Behold the wonder of the modern age
Displayed resplendent in its gilded cage
Theres not another in the world today,
And you just cant take it with you
All night!
Theres a special tonight about the last dollar on earth
Thats right!
And all the pundits were right about the last dollar on earth
Its always occupied a special space
We keep a guard around it just in case
Many have died to have its fleeting grace,
But you just cant take it with you
Get set!
Only one pint of blood
To see the last dollar on earth
No sweat!
Only one ounce of flesh to touch the last dollar on earth
When we lose exposure in its permanent enclosure
Then you can be sure that well take it on tour
So when it comes to call at your local shopping mall
Though the crowds may be large,
You can put it on your mastercharge
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For A Blink Of Respite
i place my weary feet
in your gentle hands
you see, they're tired
always slipping
into your shoes...!
19jan2010
12.40hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Space
T-minus 60 seconds and counting
Arm light on
Switching command 2 internal
Switching command 2 internal
[missile..internal..]
Affirmative
Ready
Check
Affirmative
Affirmative
Space
I never been 1 2 hide my feelings
Baby, u blow my mind
I painted your face upon my ceiling
I stare at it all the time
I imagine myself inside your bedroom
Oh I imagine myself in your sky
(u) u are the reason theres bass in my boom
(oh u) u are the reason Im high
If u and I were just ten feet closer
Then Id make u understand
That everything I wanna do 2 your body, baby
I would do 2 your head
Then ud be hip 2 the deep rush
Deeper than the boom of the bass
With every other flick of the pink plush
The closer we get 2 the space (the closer we get 2 the space)
(the space)
(the space)
(the space)
Dont u want 2 go? (the space)
Where the souls go (the space)
Where the tears flow (the space)
Where the love grows
Do u want 2 go?
I never been 1 4 this thing obsession
But just keep your eye on my hips
The circles they may be my confession
Just say the word and Ill strip
Ive had dreams of us cuddling on the planet mars
Then when I wake up, Im all covered in sex
With eyes that fall somewhere between rubies and stars
Dont look at me baby or Ill flex
If u and I were just ten feet closer
Then Id make u understand
That everything I wanna do 2 your body, baby
I would do 2 your head
Then ud be hip 2 the deep rush
Deeper than the boom of the bass
With every other flick of the pink plush
The closer we get 2 the space
(the space)
Go (the space)
Flow (the space)
Grow
Do u want 2 go?
(the space)
Where the souls go (the space)
Where the tears flow (the space)
Where the love grows
Do u want 2 go?
Bass
T-minus 60 seconds and counting
Arm light on
The space, the space, the space, the space
Switching command 2 internal
Switching command 2 internal
[missile..]
Affirmative
Ready
Ready
Check
Check
Affirmative
The space, the space, the space, the space
The space, the space, the space, the space
Closer we get 2 the space
The space, the space, the space, the space
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07...
passing clouds
through a film of tears
farmer's woes!
thorns
pricked the rose
plant helpless!
the sky had split
fell on either side
i'm stranded
a part of moon
a part of sun
under my feet
i stood gazing
scattered heaps of lackluster
stars!
molten volcanoes
in the womb of
iceberg!
one occupying your
fistful of heart occupies
all your time n space
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Carefully
You are free to chose,
that’s why
carefully use every word.
Carefully measure every step,
if you don’t want to be swept.
Carefully do all you’ve conceived.
and…if you want to be believed
and… to achieve your aim
it’s not a shame
to start carefully a new song.
And it doesn’t matter if it is long.
If you carefully do all that
you will never regret.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Occupation
when the dawn enlightens by the horns of my oxen
I plow the soıl with my prıde in my patient struggle
under my bare feet ı feel the soil humid and warm
with brilliant lights in my arm muscles
I forge the ıron till noon
the darkness turns to crimson
in the warmth of the afternoon
with the most greennes on their leaves
I gather the newly ripened olives
all my body and my eyes in lights
I have always have visitors in my house in every evening
my door ajar..wide open to every kınd of songs
at night ı go ınto the water knee high
and I pull the nets from the sea
full of fish mixed with the shining stars
now ı am responsible from the world
they ask me
about the human.the soıl, the darkness and the daylight
I think you understand me
I am fully occupied and busy
and you my rose
do you understand me too
I am fully occupied staying in love with you
you just stay there without moving
in the illumination
let the shining sun always stay on your green gown
my wound again has opened suddenly
the blood is fiercely flowing thorough me
in my full occupied body
BURSA 1948
Nazım HİKMET
Translatıon Metin ŞAHİN
poem by Metin Sahin
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Outcast
do not wait to be told
to step out
because there is no place
for you inside
this circle
and be not sad
there is more space
outside the circle
and many
are waiting
to be with you
who needs
exclusivity anyway?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rotarians
The Symbol
The speaking at the Rotary is Praise devoid of Proof
The talking at the Rotary turns mostly on the oof
But both require an Emblem; and a Wheel is just the thing
When you argue in a circle and do business in a Ring.
At a Rotarian Lunch
Broken on another wheel than Rotary
St. Catherine's body set her spirit free
Here rests the body that the soul may squirm
In all joints broken to a jointless worm.
A Declaration of Dependence
The Jeffersonian justice which
Degenerate hucksters quote
Republicans have had by right
Rotarians by rote
poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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