When Weightlessness Weighed...
i sit in the balcony
of the the fifth floor and
touch the sky above
and feel the waters below
i see the horizon
gradually fading into oblivion
the only constant
seemed the sky
on which people walked
lo, a bit of sky descended
into my lap
i remained transfixed
weightlessness weighed
heavily...
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Swan Dive
The windows were open
The night air was cold,
The curtains were blowing
Like ribbons of gold,
We stood there forever
Both Henry and me,
The night his wife dived
Off the balcony.
We looked at each other
We each shook our head,
And waited to hear if
The poor girl was dead,
I looked at my watch
It was just after three,
When Gwendoline dived
Off the balcony.
I waited a moment, then:
'What did I say?
Was that a faux pas about
You in Calais?
Or did she take umbrage
When I poured the tea?
Is that why she jumped
Off the balcony? '
'Don't think for a moment,
Old chap, ' he had said,
'I thought she had mumbled
And stumbled to bed!
She'd said she had someone
Tomorrow to see,
So why would she dive
Off the balcony? '
We walked very gingerly
Out through the door,
And peered on down from
The fifty-sixth floor,
I thought I could see a small
Splat by a tree,
Just where she had dived
Off the balcony.
Could that be your Gwendoline,
There on the ground?
That's funny, she dived all
That way, made no sound!
Not one little scream -
Did you hear? ' - 'Not me! '
When Gwendoline dived
Off the balcony.
The police galloped up
By the lift, through the doors,
'That splat in the courtyard, sir,
Could it be yours? '
Then Henry admitted that
It could well be,
His wife, who had dived
Off the balcony!
They made us go down with
A bucket and mop:
'Clean up every vestige,
Remove every drop!
You can't go round leaving
Wives haphazardly,
Whenever they dive
Off the balcony! '
They made us feel humble,
We lowered our heads,
I picked up her armpits,
He mopped up her legs,
But bits of her weren't where
In truth, they should be,
When Gwendoline dived
Off the balcony.
Much later he told me that
Wives one and two,
Had left in the very same way,
I said, 'True? '
It seems Gwendoline had been
Wife number three,
Who'd taken a dive
Off the balcony.
Now Henry has married
Again, number four,
He's moved his apartment down
To the ground floor,
He locks all his windows
And tells Stephanie,
'Don't ever you dive like
Wives one, two and three! '
3 June 2009
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Too Much Of Nothing
Now, too much of nothing
Can make a man feel ill at ease.
One mans temper might rise
While another mans temper might freeze.
In the day of confession
We cannot mock a soul.
Oh, when theres too much of nothing,
No one has control.
Say hello to valerie
Say hello to vivian
Send them all my salary
On the waters of oblivion
Too much of nothing
Can make a man abuse a king.
He can walk the streets and boast like most
But he wouldnt know a thing.
Now, its all been done before,
Its all been written in the book,
But when theres too much of nothing,
Nobody should look.
Say hello to valerie
Say hello to vivian
Send them all my salary
On the waters of oblivion
Too much of nothing
Can turn a man into a liar,
It can cause one man to sleep on nails
And another man to eat fire.
Evrybodys doin somethin,
I heard it in a dream,
But when theres too much of nothing,
It just makes a fella mean.
Say hello to valerie
Say hello to vivian
Send them all my salary
On the waters of oblivion
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Sunset
It's very unbearable the sorrow,
When you think of the day,
That you have to leave the Inn.
On the way when I meet my old friends,
I feel like in my class room of the old school.
She sings a lullaby to her grand daughter.
I lost her on my journey.
When she smiles from the balcony,
It seems like an invitation to a new life?
Oh! This is a miracle.
The body decays gradually and the passion becomes young?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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E.C. Culbertson
Is it true, Spoon River,
That in the hall-way of the New Court House
There is a tablet of bronze
Containing the embossed faces
Of Editor Whedon and Thomas Rhodes?
And is it true that my successful labors
In the County Board, without which
Not one stone would have been placed on another,
And the contributions out of my own pocket
To build the temple, are but memories among the people,
Gradually fading away, and soon to descend
With them to this oblivion where I lie?
In truth, I can so believe.
For it is a law of the Kingdom of Heaven
That whoso enters the vineyard at the eleventh hour
Shall receive a full day's pay.
And it is a law of the Kingdom of this World
That those who first oppose a good work
Seize it and make it their own,
When the corner-stone is laid,
And memorial tablets are erected.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Touch The Night
Out on the road the traffic slowed down to a crawl
Strobe lights flashin on the overpass
The tangled steel could not reveal what no one saw
Or how he walked away without a scratch
He thought of her and walked along the exit ramp
He touched the night between two old street lamps.
And every one will touch the night
And every one will touch the night
And every one will touch the night.
Imagine blue dissolve into the empty night
Slowly fadin no one answerin
She walked away and left him standing all alone
Between the shadows of his memory
And those who loved and lost will know the way it feels
To touch the night without the one you love.
And every one will touch the night
And every one will touch the night
And every one will touch the night.
song performed by by Neil Young
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When you dominate other people's emotions, the time has to come when you will have to pay, and heavily, for that privilege.
quote by Ethel Waters
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(I Know) I'm Losing You
Your love is fading I can feel your love fading
Woman it's fading away from me
'Cause your personal touch has grown cold
as if someone else controls your very soul
I fooled myself long as I can
I can feel the presence of another man
It's there when you speak my name
It's just not the same
Oh honey I'm losing you
I can feel it in the air, it's there everywhere
Oh I'm losing you
I can feel it in my bones
any day you'll be up and gone
Ooh I'm losing you
It's all over your face someone's takin' my place
Could it be that I'm losing you
When I look into your eyes a reflection of a face I see
Oh Lord I'm losing you
I'm hurt, downhearted and worried girl
'cause that face doesn't belong to me
Your love is fadin', I can feel it fadin'
Oh away from me
I can feel it in the air, it's there everywhere
ooh I'm losing you
I don't wanna lose you
but I know I'm gonna groove you
Oh Lord I'm losing you, and I'm a losin' you
Your love is fadin', I can feel it fadin'
Oh Lord I'm losing you
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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I'm Losing You
(n. whitfield / e. holland / c. grant)
Your love is fading i can feel your love fading
Woman it's fading away from me
'cause your personal touch has grown cold
As if someone else controls your very soul
I fooled myself long as i can
I can feel the presence of another man
It's there when you speak my name
It's just not the same
Oh honey i'm losing you
I can feel it in the air, it's there everywhere
Oh i'm losing you
I can feel it in my bones
Any day you'll be up and gone
Ooh i'm losing you
It's all over your face someone's takin' my place
Could it be that i'm losing you
When i look into your eyes a reflection of a face i see
Oh lord i'm losing you
I'm hurt, downhearted and worried girl
'cause that face doesn't belong to me
Your love is fadin', i can feel it fadin'
Oh away from me
I can feel it in the air, it's there everywhere
Ooh i'm losing you
I don't wanna lose you
But i know i'm gonna groove you
Oh lord i'm losing you, and i'm a losin' you
Your love is fadin', i can feel it fadin'
Oh lord i'm losing you
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Final Hour
[verse 1:]
I loved you, just too much
You owned my emotions
Devoted, completely
You had me, I couldnt see
No one else, by myself
I remained through the pain
You were all that mattered
But now I know theres better
[hook:]
So I walked away
As it rained down my face
I turned away
From the pain of hurting me
[verse 2:]
I gave you full control
My mind, my body soul
Confusion, delusions, untruthful, unfaithful
Weighed down my. self-esteem
Never again will I give
My power, to be me
And be free, now I see
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song performed by by Vivian Green
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Angel In The Sky
I walked home last night
as the dark clouds of night descended.
There above the horizon I saw
a cloud shaped like an angel
with its wings outstretched,
gliding serenely across the sky.
I had no way of knowing
which way the angel was going
only that before too long
she immersed within the other clouds
that stretched across the sky
and disappeared forever
in the heavens above.
18 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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Breath Baby Breath By: Taylor Donnelly
Breath Baby Breath
By: Taylor Donnelly
Oh the fire the fire is burning
The thought in you are still churning
Around and around
Waiting for your feet to touch back down
I wait on this corning by Paige street
Wondering if there is a day in our future we will meet
We are fading into oblivion
We are fading so fast
Caught in the cross fire
Hoping that this will last
There is a fire that burn blue
And maybe a little gray too
There is a garden as green as you
I'll help it grow as you do
I'll help it grow as you do
There is a mountain to tall to climb
But if you ever reach the top they'll make it a crime
There is boy who will never hold my hand
But god damn it i understand
Come with me come fly away
Leave this god forsaken day
There is a fire that burn blue
And maybe a little gray too
Breath in deeply
Breath in slowly
Breath
Breath baby breath
Slow down
I feel deep and dirt I'm your I'm yours
I feel deep and dirty but your but yours
I'm yours I'm yours
There is a fire that burn blue
And a little gray too
poem by Taylor P. Donnelly
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Willingness-Nina's Story
'There was no question'
she said.
I wanted him to feel my power;
I did not want
to be the passive one
I told him to lie down
and be quiet
as I
stood above him
and gradually
moved closer
hovering above.
I was thinking that
he must feel
the feeling
of helplessness
I sometimes felt.
and I knew this man loved me
and would do whatever I wanted him to.
I moved closer
waiting for him to flinch or move
to resist
my control;
ever tightening
to see
if fright
would over take him.
To see if he trusted me.
He remained quiet.
I kissed him lightly
and lighter still
letting him
feel me touch him
but not allowing him
to touch me.
This was time
standing still
this was the eye
of the power void
he not resisting yet
me not asserting yet
but the situation still fluid.
He could not move
even if he wanted to.
He was so to speak
totally in my power.
I studied his face.
How deep did the trust go.
How long could he lie still.
How much was I willing to do?
There was tension here.
Any false response
or small resistance
would ignite the moment
and the void would split.
I felt the need
for his total surrender
and I whispered to him
'don't resist
don't move'
wanting to linger
within this my own power
to impose this.
He did
not resist
allowing me power then.
He never flinched.
And that is why I love this man.
his willingness.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Where The Waters Meet
today i feel good
i walked in the water
loved how it felt under my feet
i look out in the oceans
and wonder
where the waters meet
so i walk i untill the water meets my breast
i look around and see more water
am i in the middle
where the waters meet
do it feel me
where the water meets my skin
so warm and soft
but yet so i wonder
where the waters meet
i give in to the waves
and lean till i float
close my eyes and i feel my self drift away
where the water meet i will never know
where the waves take me is where ill go
where the water meets my soul
poem by Raesheka Antwine
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Something Absurd Keeps Going
there is something absurd
that keeps on going inside us
this constant craving for what
we do not know yet we claim we want
we feel the need and yet we cannot
really touch it and when we touch it
it gets so painful and we step a foot
backward and then we ponder and
then we go forward we first dislike
it and then we touch it again
there is this feeling that we cannot
describe with the word that we know
it is elating and elevating us one
stair up and then the winds carry us
we do not know what nowhere is
but it is there, it is there, it is....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Notes on Pain
1
between us
a wounded silence
of pain, torturous
across the room
endless horizon
of invisibility
studied distances -
your eyes
gaze furtively
i catch them
and quickly
you turn away
i sit transfixed
feverishly nursing
a throbbing head
you swing and fling
arms and voice
above the rest
of the dancers moving
to the rock music
of a rained-in party.
i do not know anymore
how to read
eyes, motions
of protection.
i do not know anymore
how to shed layers
of pretensions.
2
women, feminists say
do not make each other
enemies, after the phase
of loving and sharing
warm beds and starlit nights
both feel the same pain
but patriarchy
is such a good mentor
and we have been
good students.
3
the moon with an iris
hallowed in the skies
a pastel hue of blue
and misty grey
we held hands
chemistry does not lie
and then the next day
you said, there is
nothing between us.
i look at my hands
feel the gripping ghost
of your touch.
4
do not touch my forehead
in the despair
of a stress-produced
headache, your touch
is like an enemy
stalking through the dark
and when i light
my heart, you shoot
your arrow
right into my death
5
a friend had said
intuition is woman’s best guide:
feel our hearts
i thought i felt something
more than a friendly touch
and my friend will
never lie
and i do not.
6
where is the politics
in all this?
my wounded heart
learns again
the essence of struggle
this time, my fears
my own enemy
poem by Aida Santos
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And this whole period of time of gradually working at being a better guitar player and songwriter have gradually led me to the point where I feel I'm doing a clearer representation of the thing that I've been feeling inside me since I was four years old.
quote by John Frusciante
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Crushes Are Cheap
It is baffling how feelings surface...
It feels like love in seconds, but what is it really?
SImply a longing to chase?
They cannot be real feelings because how can you love
What you do not know, such love is cheap, even free
Even if every time you see her, speak with her, be with her
Your heartstrings do tug, what substance does this love have?
What is it founded on if not knowledge?
How is it possible to crush on a girl yo do not know
What can you love about her if you don't know her?
What is there to love that is real?
Surely you are doomed
Stronger still is being 'in love', but the more you get to know that person
The less you 'love' them, the lighter the crush is.
It is strange, should not each moment you spend with her
Be sweeter than the last, then how is it that the
Crush grows weaker as you grow closer.
If such a thing is true your crush cannot be love\I t is some cruel form of disillusionment
Some illusion of love that breed emptiness and a greater loneliness
This seems to be all I know, it happens all the time
This subject is all my rhymes
These crushes although devoid of substance
Still crush my soul and weigh heavily on my mind
There is no peace in my weighed down heart, weighed down heavily with
Cheap, empt love.
Such love is not even love at all
So then there is no love in my heart.
Just a cycle of crushing crushes until all substance is crushed and crunched out.
poem by David Knox
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There is no ice that will never melt
There is no ice that will never melt
Slowly, gradually
Though freeze to sleep forever
Or not be moved by emotion
Slowly, gradually
It’s not needed fire arms
It’s not needed the right law
Only time
Slowly, gradually
The cold drips in my hands
Like a burning candle
Like a bleeding body
Gone into puddle
There is no ice that will never melt
Slowly, gradually
Will it be a thin hope
Or silent word
Slowly, gradually
It’s not needed genius mind
It’s not needed global warning
Only time
Slowly, gradually
The crystal vanishes in my hands
Like a crying stone
Like a dying swan
Gone into water
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Somehow, Somehow
somehow i feel
cheated
like how fathers
should have
been a gentle hand
to their
sons
somehow i feel
too small to face the
door of the world
and the houses that i
see when
i go in
are too huge for
my
body
somehow i feel that
i cannot
reach the ceiling even if
i have to
use the family
ladder
to touch what
a cellar is
and feel
its
roughness
i have seen the worst
of people
and so i have nothing
but mistrust
and love has become too
nil
to touch and
then
make a belief about
its
soundness and
fragility
I'd like to change
like the way the heat of the sun
surrenders to
the mildness of
an afternoon light
and then bravely
shall i give in to coldness
where i see no one
trying
to love me again
like a
fallen nut
it will be dark and then
i would be
sleepy
and by then perhaps i
can forget
what unkindness was
and how it twisted
my views against the
world
I'd like to see beauty
in tomorrow's morning
perhaps i like getting old
and then
have this fading memory
so i can
start anew: innocent and
smiling again
like the way it was
when i
was once my
mother's child.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Balcony
Balcony
By Ashraf Gohar Goreja
Sweet laughter, melodic and dulcet chatters
Evaporating smell of blooming fragrance
Confining beauties, descended from the blue havens
Afternoon hours of sobering rest
But this somber, lonely street was alive with zest.
Devout friends, their glamour and laughter in the balcony
Unimaginable saga of adventuring love
Conferred onto those passing by strangers
Who never pay heed to inducing allure
Merely, this enchanting mise en scene is demure
Copyright: June 30th,2003.
Ashraf Gohar goreja
poem by Ashraf Gohar Goreja
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