Reverberating Breath
through satiated
darkness spread in the room
a single audible breath
rose and reverberated
before it floated away
to be one with
the roaring sea
a pair of hands
stretched once agin
in anticipation
into the silence
left behind
30sep2009
20.25hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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A Single Black Rose
A single Black Rose to turn the tide
A single Black Rose to make one die
A single Black Rose to ensnare the soul
A single Black Rose to widen that hole
A single Black Rose to melt the heart
A single Black Rose to force a start
A single Black Rose to entwine the bodies
A single Black Rose to dictate the deaths of these
A single Black Rose to lie upon her breast
A single Black Rose to stop the tears from soaking his vest
A single Black Rose to mourn this memory
A single Black Rose to become a plot in this cemetery
A single Black Rose to take a life
A single Black Rose to end his strife.
(8/21/2007)
poem by Michael Koelliker
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A Black Single Rose.
A single black rose.
A single black rose to carry the load,
A single black rose to turn the road,
A single black rose to touch the soul,
A single black rose to widen your hole,
A single black rose to melt your heart,
A single black rose to force a start,
A single black rose to make you cry,
A single black rose to make you dry,
A single black rose to help you climb,
A single black rose to make you lie,
A single black rose to take a life,
A single black rose to take away strife.
poem by Natasha Ligons
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Silence/Darkness
Silence
nothing exept my steady breathing
Silence
a single sound could break this
Silence
its all I hear
Silence
its driving me to insanity
Darkness
its all i see
Darkness
it fills my heart
Darkness
its all around me
Darkness
its closing in
Darkness
its got me...
poem by Zexion Organization XIII
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I Never Thought, For One, In My Life
i, once, for one, never
ever thought, that you, who came
later in my life, so ordinary like
a single petal of a white rose,
blown by the wind,
falling on my path, which i pick up,
without, at first, so much interest,
you, that i keep, and set aside,
in one corners of my room,
you spread the sweetest rosy
scent in my room, filling all the
emptiness, that once,
was there, now, i take a closer look,
and kiss you, what miracle is there,
it happens, you are the
best rose, that happened
in my life, my white petal
my wife, my soul mate.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Single Orange Rose
Here is my prose,
All based on a single orange rose,
Grave grass springing,
Church hyms their singing,
Blood stains clinging,
On my single orange rose,
No soul is laughing,
Deaths hands are clapping,
Coffin case trapping,
On my single orange rose,
Trees are branching,
My cold blank eyes are trancing,
The life cycle of death is dancing,
On my single orange rose,
I picked my final wish,
On deaths lips I kissed,
My long life I missed,
All because of that single orange rose,
COPYRIGHT 2008 BEN SPARACO POEMS
poem by Ben Sparaco
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Red, Red Rose
Red, red rose, she blew her breath
Fingers, it’s stem she caressed
Then she closed her eyes and breathed the fragrance in
Tell me red, red rose, where does love end
She placed the rose, gently against her lips
She plucked a single petal, with finger tips
And as the wind caught and carried up high
Tell me red, red rose, can love it fly
Slowly one by one, each petal fell
Upon the last in her eye, a tear it swelled
And then she sighed as she asked to her self
Tell me red, red rose, is for love, is this what’s left
Red, red rose, red, red rose
You stand for love you should know
Should we hold on tight with all our might
Must one day we let go
Red, red rose, red, red rose
Your petals fly in the breeze
If I let go, red, red rose
What becomes of me.
Copyright 2006 Bill Simmons
aka BillWilliamStar
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poem by Bill Simmons
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Storeroom
I love you, without caring whom you love.
My hands below the belt, or my hands above
in the arms of other men,
or in my bed again.
It's just a man,
Taking what he needs,
From the store room,
Store room, store room.
I love to see you sitting there upon your throne,
your preachers all around you
being bored, and your prophet straight and tall.
And yet they'll undermine it all.
Just a man, just a man,
taking what he needs,
from the store room,
store room, store room.
Yeah, Shakespeare said it all, then he said no more
and he left me feeling just like a two bit whore.
Well the silence broke my heart, but yes
I spread my legs apart.
It's just a man ...
?????
?????
The hermit in the Wild,
the parent in the child.
Just a man ...
Oh my love, let us unpin you,
???? you done, bringing more:
the mother and the father, the daughter and the son.
But should one refuse to come, it does not subtract the sum
It's just a man ...
It's not a (due?) of burning pounds that ruins your mind
like a spoon that you turn and you turn and you don't unwind,
Though these wars that you did not stop,
they don't tear your sleep apart.
It's just a man ...
???? that keeps you up,
What a (moon?) coming like a headlight through the window
Not the thumbnail of a screen, (?)
No best way to dream (?)
It's just a man ...
Now the woman by your side is she awake?
But there's nothing you want to give her,
and there's nothing that you really want to take.
You don't even try to prove that the noisy neighbor's making love. (?)
It's just a man ...
I love you without caring whom you love ...
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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Over The Windows
Drifting shadows
over the windows
my ethereal form
in their hands
and a kiss of silence
with their gaze
where the darkness
directs in to the silence
silence
darkness
the darkness dancing with the silence
and the blind shadows
with their hands over my ethereal form
over the windows
poem by Alireza Behnam
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Insomnia
even the ticking of clock
is hardly audible
in that rumbling that
filled the sleepless night
there aren't any shadows
or ghosts let loose
except the beat of heart
and the breath beside
it's a silence difficult to swallow
i sit like a monument
the outline of body
absorbed by the darkness
...and then
i hear the crows ca...ca...ing
and then
i hear prayers
from the distant mosque
in spite of closed
doors and windows...
26jul2010
04.40hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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A Single Candle/Death Herself
A single flame lights her face
The face of death
A single candle holds her fears
The fears of death
Her hands clasped anrond their souls
The souls of the dead
She feeds of their screams
The screams of the dead
Her legs lay bellow her
Bellow death
Her black gown over her body
The body of death
Her chest rises and falls with her breath
The breath of death
Her cloak drawn over her long flowing jet hair
The face of death
Her eyes unmoved unfeeling
Do you see it?
Do you see the soul of death?
Do you feel it?
Her skin as white as snow as it fades into darkness
The snow of tears
Her cloths as dark as night that swallows the light
The dark we all shall see
Her eyes close as she feels their souls flow
Flow from the dead
She leaves them there to lay in darkness
She steals from the dead
A single candle lights their faces filled with her
Filled with death
They fall into the darkness of her eyes, of her heart
The darkness of death
A single candle shall stay to light their way
Their way through the dark
A single candle holds their past
The pain and trials
A single candle lights her face
The face of death
A single candle holds her fears
The fears of death herself
A single candle
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Roaring higher
My fire in heart is aggressive
Keeps burring all time
Roaring higher! Roaring higher!
My fire can destruct the jealous world
Till it end fortunate and convenient
Roaring higher! Roaring higher!
My fire can create the ability
To create the gentle heart with success
Roaring higher! Roaring higher!
My fire can be the spirit
To light up the heart in the darkness
Roaring higher! Roaring higher!
poem by Swetha Reddy
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Poisoned Rose
The poisoned rose
That you gave to me
It left me half alive
And half in ecstasy
But if half of your love
Is all I can win
Give me just a fraction
But no more medicine
The poisoned rose
On a valentine card
That you take straight to the heart
That you call my junkyard
But if all I can do
Is save pieces of you
The piece of your mind
The piece of your heart
Didnt tear me apart
Like the poisoned rose
I received from you
I dont know
How we came to grow
Into this very sad affair
Everytime we do the decent thing
Somebody spikes the drink
And a single becomes a pair
The poisoned rose
That you wear at your best
That I keep pressed between the white sheets
Where you lie half undressed
I threw away my shirt and shoes
You looked and I dived in
Its just you and me now
cause I threw away the gin
I threw away your alibis
And all your worn-out clothes
I threw myself upon the floor
But I couldnt throw away
This poisoned rose
This poisoned rose
This poisoned rose
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Silence
Silence
~
Silence
Death stroke of a moment
Or keeper of a memory
Mourner of a regret
Or peaceful contentment
Holding for an eternity
Passed within a single breath
Silence
For whatever its reason
Kept in precision
The imperfect honesty
Of what remains unsaid
That never heard
Silence
Meaning so much
Yet so little
Silence
Echoes endless
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Angel of Darkness
Angel of Darkness
My loving life
You pulled me up
Instead of pulling me down
My Angel of Darkness
Angel of Darkness
With brown shaggy hair
And dark blue Blazing eyes
My heart it soars
With my Angel of Darkness
Angel of Darkness
Jet black wings
That spread across the sky
In flight that never ends
With my Angel of Darkness
Angel of Darkness
Give me a kiss
And make it a dark sensation
And I will follow your command
And never fight with you
My Angel of Darkness
Angel of Darkness
Take my body because it’s yours
It sub comes to yours
In my breathless wake
My Angel of Darkness
Angel of Darkness
I will fight and stand
Not against you
Just against my last breath
We are creature of the night
And I will be with you and stay with you
My Angel of Darkness
From the biography of an unknown woman: IX
One fine morning
While negotiating
The snow clad peaks
She found herself
Surrounded by a
Thick snow fall from
All directions…
She sits there patiently
At the mercy of the mountains
Struggling for breath
And in imagined warmth…
‘The snow will disappear
The sun will appear
Leave not your faith
Abandon not your prayer…’
So spoke her master’s voice
In dogged perseverance
She still sits there
Waiting for a
Resplendent silence
To dawn on her
27apr2010
09.25hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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The Honey Bee and the Rose
The honey bee hovered over the rose
Waiting for it to bloom
Seeking its daily bread I suppose
Before the rose could adorn a room
A butterfly
Hang around nearby
Coordinating its next vector
For the leftover nectar
The honey bee took charge
When the rose stretched its petals to the sky
First in line before the barrage
A nosedive straight into the rose’s eye
A blue jay and a sparrow
Perched high upon a telephone wire
Sang their song of sorrow
As the scene below was catching fire
The honey bee forgot
About the crown of thorns
But the rose did not
A rose lives for the palace it adorns
How this story end everybody knows
You don’t mess around with a rose
The honey bee got itself into a Gordian knot
A minor sting is all that it got
poem by Alfred Ramos
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ROARING in the middle of the Night
RAAUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg gg (00.00)
(roaaringgg)
raunnnnnnnggGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG GGGGGG (01.54)
(roarrriingg)
aUUUUUUUUUUUUUNGGGggggggggggggggggggggggg ggggg (02.35)
(roaarringg)
uUUUUUUUUUUUUNnnnnnnGGGGGGGG (03.33)
(roaarrringg)
RAUNGRIANGRIA
(roaring-happy-happy)
RIANGRAUNGRAUNGRIA
(happy-roaring-happ y)
RAMAIRAMAIMERAUNGRIA
(gathered the music to roaring with happiness)
Rimariariaberaungraung
(rhythm-happine ss-roaring)
RUANGberaung-riung
(room-roaring-gathe red)
Riang meraung di ruang karam
(happy to roar in the wreck room)
meRIAHKAnmalammalam nan garang
(to glorious the ferocious nights)
terlarut hasrat meraunggirang
(a desire dissolved in a happiness roar)
ada yang meringis
(there is a grimace)
ada yang mengiris
(there is a slicer)
ada yang teriris miris
there is a chipped by sad)
dan tetap menggaung
(and still echoing)
RAAAUUUUUUUUUuuuuuUUUUUUUnggggggggggggGGG GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
(roaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrr)
*selamat meraungraung sahabat-sahabat,
sekali meraung tetap teraung! RAUUNG! **
(have a good roaring, dear fellows) , once roaring, always roaring..ROAARR!)
poem by Hilda Rumambi
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0068 The Connoisseur (2)
Is there a god
sleeping in this room?
even the doorhandle, gently turned,
seems to speak a message
before the room entered, the first breath taken
of the room’s own air
and on the table, the grey-green vase seems
to be the host; the silent messenger: the furniture
somehow eternal in its order; every line and curve
within the room speaking of some
divine geometry; the shaded sunlight seems
to fall on tiptoe, touch in silent praise;
the air, to be refined; and the silence –
what does the silence say unspoken
as if it holds some god-smiled word,
some solemn laughter, about what
is there and is not there, has made
of this room, this ordinary room,
a shrine where one can worship without form
oneself?
the vase too holds itself both
open and reserved; its perfect curves
the subtle decisions of a history
of centuries, of generations
of human hands; of things made
for oneself, for others, for all else
where all else is known;
silent the vase; the room full of its sound.
Is there a god
sleeping in this room?
you; moving forward with respectful quiet step
to touch this grey-green
Chinese vase
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Splitting The Light
then I saw and we knew
a single light spark
buried unlit
a single breath mark
of a misfit
lighting a fire for two
then I heard and we tried
a single right word
shyly uttered
almost unheard
I frozen muttered
before it died
then I smelled ashes and we ran
a single step covered all dust
left the world living in a den
left each stammer rotten and rust
then there was the hand I raised
a left heart beat but the hand was right
my sunward eyes stood still amazed
at the horizons splitting the light
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Ballad of the 'Britain's Pride
It was a skipper of Lowestoft
That trawled the northern sea,
In a smack of thrice ten tons and seven,
And the
Britain's Pride
was she.
And the waves were high to windward,
And the waves were high to lee,
And he said as he lost his trawl-net,
'What is to be, will be.'
His craft she reeled and staggered,
But he headed her for the hithe,
In a storm that threatened to mow her down
As grass is mown by the scythe;
When suddenly through the cloud-rift
The moon came sailing soft,
And he saw one mast of a sunken ship
Like a dead arm held aloft.
And a voice came faint from the rigging-
'Help! help!' it whispered and sighed-
And a single form to the sole mast clung,
In the roaring darkness wide.
Oh the crew were but four hands all told,
On board of the
Britain's Pride
,
And ever 'Hold on till daybreak!'
Across the night they cried.
Slowly melted the darkness,
Slowly rose the sun,
And only the lad in the rigging
Was left, out of thirty-one,
To tell the tale of his captain,
The English sailor true,
That did his duty and met his death
As English sailors do.
Peace to the gallant spirit,
The greatly proved and tried,
And to all who have fed the hungry sea
That is still unsatisfied;
And honour and glory for ever,
While rolls the unresting tide,
To the skipper of little Lowestoft,
And the crew of the
Britain's Pride
.
poem by William Watson
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