Adjournment
My heart is blistering, blistering, blistering
With hot blood like the souls in warfields
Their families left behind crying and weeping
Like beaten children abused by their dads
'Papa beat and whipped me; when
He looked like a soldier with a gun
Didn't know, going to point at me'
Domestic conflicts on a war spree
'I crawled like a baby on knees
Through thorny bushes for success
Melted like a burning candle in warfields'
Decreed battling verve between countries
My heart is blistering, blistering, blistering
With hottest blood; Such filth still occuring.
Leach like are they; Sucking others' blood
Quarrels seem not to end
Are'nt there real rulers?
Reigning to treasure humane justice
Scared! will judgement for ever be adjourned?
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Betrayal
Cry me a river of tears
And engage my most broken of souls
Apologize for such blistering betrayal
And then just turn and go
Walk away and do not look back
For fear my heart will turn to stone
Yesterday is gone forever my foe
And i am truly alone
The truth it came
Rather annonimously
Driven through a concrete wall
But bored itself with Steel Wings
To at last reveal it all
poem by Theodora Onken
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To Look As Healthy As They Can
Everything makes a difference,
When a face is placed on it.
Especially for the racists,
Who bar-b-que themselves...
To cook their skins under the Sun,
Getting dark in blistering heat...
To look as 'healthy' as they can with a tan.
While enjoying 'their' freedom being 'Negroes'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Samson's Fury
A fire is mounting; its smoke is consuming me whole.
Its angry flames are burning me alive…
Its raging blazes are suffocating me…
The heat is unbearable, I feel myself losing control.
A crimson haze clouds my vision,
Intoxication takes over... I’m gone!
I’ve surrendered to the blistering pain,
The pain of keeping everything so controlled.
I’m a calamity, burning everything in my way.
Waiting, prowling, hunting...
For the chance to lash out suddenly
And to scorch those who stroll too close.
A single mistaken utterance, a misinterpreted gesture,
Anything will fuel my fervor.
My tongue has become an inferno,
Blasting scorching flames at any naysayer.
Declarations spear through my mouth,
Intended to gouge at anyone’s heart.
My eyes are the daggers of defiance,
Ablaze with a challenge for anyone’s hateful glare.
Blistering those that decide that they
Have any say, here in my lair.
Vengeance is considered as justified
And such cruelty is somehow fair...
My thrashing conflagration dances around its victims,
Pulling them in, killing them slowly...
I’m crashing, boiling over...
My soul's roaring hunger to obliterate grows
And it keeps growing at a violent rate.
Patience is annihilated. Love exterminated.
Lord, what's to become of me? The only residue left
Is the thunderous desire to hate.
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The original text has been adapted from Amy lalala's
poetry called Corroding Soul because this, to me, is
a parallel with Samson and his desire for revenge.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Nameless
Flame and smoke.
What else your skies have to offer?
Was it not a crime against
poetry articulate?
Come near me.
I want to amble with tears -
of humanity before the fragility
takes a big toll.
Who says it was time
to turn over a new leaf?
The blistering gale had taken
away all the boughs and blossom.
Are you pregnant with some
idea of a candle? When it burns
through night, it has an otherness:
nameless melting.
poem by Satish Verma
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Heated Words
The Sun.
Heated words from someone.
Blistering the ears,
Of those fearing what they hear.
And yet when this is done...
They claim not to know,
Where the burning churns from!
With wishes and desires,
To be noticeably tanned.
Tongue spanked,
With an off colored reprimand,
Demanded and asked.
Applied to one's face, arms and legs.
And rubbed firmly into one's back!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Multiple Choice II: American Literature
please choose one only: Ezra Pound
1) popularized 'He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother' during the sixties
2) was a famous scofflaw who collected over 500 parking tickets
3) was the first American to visit Venice
4) had a blistering affair with Isabella Stewart Gardiner
5) all of the above
poem by Morgan Michaels
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What We Can Not See
I'm home alone
Just listening
When I start to smell cologne
In heat such blistering
So I sit there and continue to smell
Not so calm
Wondering ''What The Hell? ''
So I put on some lip balm
Thinking there's a guy outside
Then I go check it out
When I finally decide
I saw no one
poem by AutumnRose Narvey
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Too Cultured
I seek to scorch your consciousness.
And leave it blistering in heat.
With an unbelieveable sensation endured.
To impress images concealed left within it...
The ones you thought would benefit your rise.
But has left you in depths of debt!
And you can not place the blame on me this time.
I am glad you disqualified me.
And kept me from indulging myself in that!
I am also glad I am one of the few...
You decided not good enough!
Because I was too...
Cultured.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Autographing (Fun Poem 78)
For years and years,
I wanted to be published.
To actually see my name in print
to be able to hold a book up
and say that it is all my own work.
However, not once did I think
of the problems that might bring.
I never though of the sore hands
and blistering knees
I would get from autographing
the books for all my friends.
It is not a choice I don’t relish
as I do it with heartfelt ease.
It is just that I am so tall
and to sign a book
I have to get on my hands and knees.
Now my hands are full of calluses
and my knees full of blisters.
What more can I say,
except thank you
for listening to me today.
10 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Rainbow -The Beauty Of Life
In the east
After the heavy shower
Rises the rainbow
White is above
Black below
In the middle
The instincts
Love is above
Hate below.
The heart and soul
Express the color
Along with the sun and rain
The beauty of life does appear.
If the colors
Are less or more
The instincts start to soar
Then the rainbow will take a flight
Leaving the life under blistering light.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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In Shallow Steps Kept
Contributions made to avert disaster...
Had some chuckling,
As others were seen in uncontrollable laughter.
No one now shows a smirk or grin!
Frozen they are,
In shallow steps kept with heartfelt deceptions.
And donations of insight...
Have now dwindled to scatter in blistering winds.
Even notes left provoking those to move on...
Can not be found,
With explicit marked exits!
And where, when and how...
To place one's feet back on solid ground.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Desert Rain
The sympathy in my mind is growing cold
Life is like the burning sand so I'm told
The time is coming near when solitude appears
Take the chains of oppression away
Through the sands of time I'm marching on
The blistering rays of hate strengthen me
The violent mass has shown my destiny
Does all of this justify the rage inside
Chorus:
The desert rain is changing me
It's called on me to rise
A world of hate and malice
Yes
song performed by by Iced Earth
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Empty eulogy
Life is a funeral
With a flat-tired hearse
I am just another corpse,
Forced to walk in blistering sun
Stumbling towards a grave,
A service for no one
Yet when dirt falls,
The unholy churchyard is full
They smile, laughing
As they bury the damned
Not even bothering
To close the coffin lid
Above me, the bright sky
Slips farther away
As dirt clouds my eyes
Buried deeper all the time
poem by Joyce Rugg
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Guardian Angel
A guardian angel
That's what you are
The living proof of righteousness
You were the sun star in my darkest times
You were to vanquish any crimes
put to destroy me
But now you are leaving and even though you leave me in my cage of fear
I will never shed a tear
Because i know you can change the world with you hands tied behind you back
As you have done with mine
Sunstar wherever you are heading, shine
Shine through the valleys of fear
Shine through the curtains of love
Don't let the blistering cold
rust your heart of gold
Farewell,
Drain any hatred you face
and overcome every obstacle
until we meet again
may Allah be with you
Rats Got My Kid
Some parents should not be parents,
To lose your kid for two days and not know is unbelievable,
It doesn’t make any sense,
You take your child to Chuck E. Cheese, and forget about them,
For TWO DAYS,
I think that the cardboard pizza clogs up the brain cells,
Could it be the machines that spill you tickets to redeem for prizes?
$25 in tokens for $2 disguises,
Or the football games were on the television sets, -is Dallas playing?
It could be worse, some parents forget about their children in the car,
During summertime, a/c off, windows rolled up, sweltering, blistering heat,
They forgot that they had their children,
They do errands, and some forget because the children made them beat.
It is sad that these humans are allowed to procreate,
Snip’em while they’re young,
For this continued behavior will have a limited number in this fate.
(1-10-2008)
Ammended:
More sadly a parent left his two children outside in 35 degrees,
He went to see Ti_s and A_s for at least an hour,
His children were left in a car while he gandered at boobs around everywhere,
He would be the perfect specimen for a vasectomy,
Cardrico Lajuan Nash you are failure at parenting because you did not care.
poem by Joe Rosochacki
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Headache
Blistering pain and an absent mind
The aching of echo’s upon the minds of thought
As a thy eye’s look with splintering pain
When will it all go away
When will this incessant and unyielding pain stop
When will I know piece again
To kill the pain
If only for moment
A second, a minuet, a day
Oh how I’ve dreamed of that day
To be free the pain
Free to live
Free to love
Free to die
But that will never be
This pain is my punishment for doing something ill to someone
And I don’t even remember who
It’s so cold
poem by Robin Johnson
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The Awakening
'The Awakening'
By
Charles L. East
There comes…
at times…
an insidious awakening
that stirs my soul to memories,
so faint,
intangible,
of past strife and death
…and life…
of glories faded, buried,
as though they never were.
Yet…
I hear the distant drums of war
and the heralding trumpet's muted voices,
and dimly see
a legion of shimmering golden helmets…
their plumes dancing in Sparta's wind.
I feel the blistering sting of cold salt spray
as I behold the failing sun slip quietly
beneath an unforgiving sea.
My life's blood absorbed by the warm sands
of Rome's coliseum…
I am aware
of the fragrance of the Earth
in Flanders field.
There comes…
at times…
an insidious awakening.
poem by Charles L. East
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Wake Up
Insides are twisting
With the thoughts of you
Bad dreams blistering
Begging so they aren't true
Fading shadows of the night
Wrapped in heated pain
The blankets you have to fight
The moment where you aren't sane
In a state of chaotic terror
Your eyes flutter open and close
To see this sudden error
Me, through lashes, in a relaxed pose
Never did I leave your side
Against your heart huddled near
Into my breast you hide
Holding me tighter out of fear
I won't leave this bed
Until you wake up fully
And sweet words are said
'I love you, ' I whisper coolly
poem by Chyna Parker
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Shade Tree Horse
You know, I’m just a shade tree horse
I think they know it by now
When the sun is blistering hot
I won’t go in the field like a cow
I’ve tried to make my owner
Realize my station in life
I’ve sent a message to his kids as well
And even to my owner’s wife
I’m special and everyone knows it
If they don’t put me in my stall
When the weather’s so sweltering
There’s my shade tree after all
Then one day the weather will change
And winter will come, of course
But while the sun is a’blazin’
I’m always the shade tree horse!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Somebodys Trying To Tell Me Something
Breaking me down - lunatic noises
Breaking me down - desperate voices
Breaking me down - phone is blistering
Breaking me down - death by listening
Somebodys out there, somebodys waiting
Somebodys trying to tell me something
Somebodys trying to talk to me
Cracking me up - silence threatening
Cracking me up - storm is deafening
Cracking me up - pressure brought to bear
Cracking me up - now Im getting there
(hirst/rotsey/moginie/gifford/garrett)
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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