Museum
You're winged and tailed
And made to swim along a dead sea
To be excavated out of an old history
Imaged of a hero in an aesthetic
Made an artefactual relic
And worded in an elderly manuscript
To giggle with somber odour
To be a skeleton at the feast
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Somber night
Somber night,
grew us apart,
but the truth
of the world.
Is that we all are,
one unique Artifact
we make history
we make lies
but we realize
it no use
to pretend
The Somber night
makes us tired
sleep on guilt
which will make you a liar
Th tears of somber night,
grew us weaker
sky's eyes
warn me
to tell
or yell the truth
it is said
to set you free
Somber night
grew apart
new history
has been made
lies are old
and the truth renewls
my guilt of somber night.
4/8/2011
Breath Short Contractions Impelling
"to swim the exists of the drop/ to swim the serpent river curves"
is a swim most made when breath/ was short contractions impelling
bump made ripe ready impulses/ removed to milk infested waters
Quotation from ‘Swim baby swim' by Miroslava Odalovic.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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05 - A Hero
A hero thinks of others before they think of themselves
A hero will die to protect
A hero can be of any age, any colour
A hero can be man, woman or child
A hero is courageous, loving and brave
A hero will never complain
A hero can be made in one act of compassion
Or years of tender loving care
Some hero's are remembered, whilst many are left forgotten
Hero's are angels in disguise, saving precious innocent lives
poem by Nicola Burkett
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The Skeleton Dance
The moon is on the graveyard,
The night is cool and still,
The wind blows gently,
Yes it blows where it will,
And the slightest sound,
From a place that's unknown,
Come do the skeleton dance,
And rattle my bones.
Do the skeleton dance
Jingle jangle bones,
Do the skeleton dance
All the way back home,
Do the skeleton dance
When you're all alone,
Do the skeleton dance
When you're done with your bones.
See the eyes of a werewolf,
Staring back at you,
A dozen or two skeletons,
Make up the rest of the crew,
The zombies stumble around,
Looking for their brains,
Ghost float like a mist,
And its about to rain.
Do the skeleton dance
Jingle jangle bones,
Do the skeleton dance
All the way back home,
Do the skeleton dance
When you're all alone,
Do the skeleton dance
When you're done with your bones.
The devil takes off his skin,
And plays the xylophone,
God plays the piano,
On a stool made of bone,
Jesus lights a lantern,
Buddha counts to three,
They all form a circle,
To do the skeleton dance with me.
poem by Blaine McCanless
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Be proud
Not a loafer or a pauper
But an astute and a sought-after
Is he, who you have made mad of you.
Not a stupid or a morbid one
But sensible and sensuous
Is he, who you have made mad of you.
Not an invalid or an unkempt one
But versatile and subtle
Is he, who you have made mad of you.
Not a downcast or an outcast
But of standing and outstanding
Is he, who you have made mad of you.
Not a womanizer or a philander
But an aesthetic and an admirer
Is he, who you have made mad of you.
None could be madder than he,
And why can’t you be proud
Of him, who you have made mad of you.?
Were you and he singles
Or were both as lass and lad
Who else could either of you seek?
By your power,
The most egoistic
Fell at your feet
As the most stupid.
With your prowess,
Lift him, the stupid,
Up above your feet,
To be the most dignified.
01.06.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Hero?
Her hero is pretty and thin
Her hero is a hero to many
A hero of fame and a hero of fortune
A role model, a hero of glamour
Her hero is a hero to many
His hero is fit and fast
His hero is a hero to many
A hero of sport, a hero of games
A role model, a hero of victory
His hero is a hero to many
Her hero is clever yet plane
Her hero is a hero to few
A hero of science, a hero of logic
A role model, a hero of knowledge
Her hero is a hero to few
His hero is a hero of art but he is poor
His hero is a hero to few
A hero of word a hero of writings
A role model, a hero of language
His hero is a hero to few
But that’s the thing with your heros....
Hero worship is only skin deep.
poem by Timothy Venard
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Laughing
I'm laughing at your funny face
I'm laughing at this funny place
I'm laughing in my space
I'm laughing at a fast pace
I'm laughing and cannot stop
I'm laughing feeling the bop
I'm laughing at your top
I'm laughing with a cop
My stomach hurts
My cheeks are sore
Yet I want to laugh some more
Just want to laugh day and night
Want to laugh 'cause it feels alright
I'm laughing with Pat
I'm laughing at the cat
I'm laughing at the mat
I'm laughing as the cat sat
Giggle, Giggle, Giggle
Giggle, Giggle, Giggle
Giggle, Giggle.
©Copyright 2010 Willmington. All rights reserved
poem by Somniator Moon
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Too Bad Youre No Good
Sittin here thinkin bout you and me
Its a cryin shame cause its plain to see
You made me love you so bad
You made me love you so bad
You made me love you so bad
Too bad youre no good
You smile like an angel, lie like a rug
You wouldnt change if you could
cause its in your blood
You made me love you so bad
You made me love you so bad
You made me love you so bad
Too bad youre no good
Midnight knockin, youre droppin around
Trash talkin, and stalkin me down
Better watch out when you play that game
I got a thirty-eight special on a forty-five frame
Call the preacher, call the police
With a man like you, its famine or feast
You made me love you so bad
You made me love you so bad
You made me love you so bad
Too bad youre no good
Well, I talked to your mother
She knows I tried
I talked to your brother
He was on my side
But the hardest thing to comprehend
Is if I had it to do over
Id do it again
Call the preacher, call the police
With a man like you, its famine or feast
You made me love you so bad
You made me love you so bad
You made me love you so bad
Too bad youre no good
You made me love you so bad, bad, bad
Too bad youre no good
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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Yesteryear's Forgotten Hero
Four years ago celebrated in poetry and song
The one who was seen as one who could not do wrong
But nowadays his praises the masses don't sing
Amazing the changes that a few years can bring.
His popularity has shrunken to an all time low
And yesteryear's hero few now wish to know
One might say he is now a bit on the nose
No longer a hero that's life one suppose.
He treats human life as his type do as cheap
And the trust of his people he has failed to keep
To change the course of human history was once in his plan
They made a hero of an ordinary man.
Still whilst the good life him and his can enjoy
The poor woman in the war zone weeps for her dead boy
And out of office he and his kindred will not go short of a thing
The one who was once looked upon as a king.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Reviving The Dead
i wish
i could let saddam be born again
i would open up his skull
take out his genius brain find out
what made him so so bad..
i pray Rizal be back
let us see if he can solve
the war between muslims and christians
if he is really that genius of a race
let Marcos be alive and prove
he did not craft the death of Ninoy
and that history will rest for him
and he be a hero of our times?
wishing Moses here on earth
to explain how he really made
the parting of the sea as we see on movies?
wish that some of the gone souls
be back and preach that there is
really the beauty of heavens
and the hotness of hell
any of the dead be here as zombies
to dance on my lawn
anyway i have my plants
to exorcized them all
so how can we revive the dead tell me
so that they will shout there is really a lfe
after the earthly body be rotten and gone t0 rust
surely if that happens we will all
hurry and fill the temples and church..
but who will revive the dead
who will except God
will he make our Halloweens come to reality
but if that happens
where shall we hide?
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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Pachyderm
O' my elderly world, am I getting too bold?
The ones who go first were the elderly ones
Leaving spawns of unfertile aftermaths
Leaving my elderly world high and dry
O' my elderly world, am I getting out of control?
Doing everything that crosses my mind
Like there is no tomorrow
Like there are no rules
O' my elderly world, am I worthy of being alive?
When all my tendency contributes are turmoils
When my currupted mind only grieves others'
Like I own this elderly world...
O' my elderly world, are the rulers doing well?
When all they can offer are blood, tears and lives taken
When the rich becomes richer
When the poor becomes poorer
Like they own this elderly world...
O' my elderly world, do I still have the time?
Am always envious of time
Am always running out of time
Hope I won't be here when your time runs out
O' my elderly world...
poem by Chosen Reject
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By Those Interested In War History
By those interested in war history war history is read
But the winners write the war history or so it is said
That is how it is and will always be
What is true to one is not to another that's how it seems to me
Of war and war heroes many stories are written and many poems to recite
And mostly of war winners that war writers stories do write
And readers believe what they want to believe
And the mothers of the war dead for their dead children grieve
In war as in life 'tis the winners who count
And the stories of losers to little amount
For the dead war heroes many a parade
And far too many films of war have been made
And 'tis mostly the winners write the war history
That is how it is and always will be.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Geography has made us neighbors. History has made us friends. Economics has made us partners, and necessity has made us allies. Those whom God has so joined together, let no man put asunder.
quote by John F. Kennedy
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My light winged angel (leslie Alexis)
My light winged angel guided me
through the torment or another being
He made me see
My 'loved one'
did not love me
He cared and he listened
he did not hesitate
when i told my situation
He sat and siad
'listen anouk'
' Abuse is how they get control'
'You must leave him'
'You must get help'
well my angel
I now see
what you were always trying to tell me
You took me under your wing
and made me understand
That real love was not going to be with this man
My light wing angel
you saved my life
And to you I would give
every sacrifice
My light winged angel
I love you so
My light winged angel you do not know
How much you did
and saved my life
I sat there still
doing nothing but crying
and thinking....'Thank-You'......
And this my light winged angel
is what you did for me
you saved my life
and took me in
My light winged angel
I cannot say
how much I owe today
for your kindness
and this I must say
I love you
My light winged angel
Friends forever
and today
(hehehehehe Thank you leslie sooooo soooo sooooo very much, you are a true and dear friend, and forever, I hope we will always be)
poem by Amy Ormonde
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Geography has made us neighbors. History has made us friends. Economics has made us partners, and necessity has made us allies. Those whom God has so joined together, let no man put asunder. (To Canadian Parliament)
quote by John F. Kennedy
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What God Made
God made coffee~
~God made tea~
~God made boy's~
~Just 4 me! ~
~God made flowers~
~God made dirt~
~God made boy's~
~So I can flirt! ~
~God made coke~
~God made Pepsi~
~God made me~
~So So Sexy! ~
~God made the ocean~
~God made the Sea~
~God needed a princess~
~So he created me
poem by Nicole Jackson
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A Hero Is Born.
A hero is born out of the gutter he comes. The rich plot his death and kingdoms want him gone. A hero is born; out of oppression he came the spark of a change is what he brings. A hero is born; into hate is where he lives, yet he smiles and says I am the way. A hero is born and now the wealthy will cry, for he is a lord in disguise. A hero was born to be a champion of the poor but first he must die so he can be reborn. A hero has come and soon you will cry no more for this hero is the truth and freedom he brings. no matter who or where, you can be free. for the hero I speak of is the one who made me. at all truth I cry and strive in pain but the hero has many names. So my loved ones and all! The little heroes in the sea. Remember he is with you and me. So take heart and war with me fight the good fight and one day we will be one with three.
poem by Gary Manning
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To Poetry Today
On the zone of love you're yourself crowned
Winged around by she and he abounded
Ever youthfully a youth profound
Heartless but to vision beyond
The love iridescently lustfully code-worded..
Yet another fluorescent life missed
Of love lovable to comprehend
Of help and aid for the manifold
Of pasture, nature, culture multifold
Of history, events plentitude best told
Of plentiful zones than your kind
Wouldn't you feel in your mind
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Hero Worshiping
A Hero he is no doubt –
His Heroism now showcased
The public now find it safe
To don his cap
And express their solidarity
To don his cap
And do their timely duty!
With us it has always been so
The cause gets soon sugar coated and showcased
The ideals get bartered for the idols
We worship more not duties but deities
Thus pitiably
Not much good History
But a lot of History-Makers get made!
2011
Fish Out Of Water
You always said you were the compassionate one
But now you're laughing at the sun
With all your high class friends you think you've got it made
The only thing you made was that tanned look on your face
With all your cigarettes and fancy cars
You ain't a clue who or what you are
You're dreaming your life away
Fish out of water
Go swim in the tide today
Fish out of water
We used to sit and talk about primal scream
To exorsice our past was our adolescent dream
But now it's sink or swim since your memory fails
Now in Neptune's kitchen you will be food for killer whales
And on the crucifix his mother made
Hangs one more martyr to the hit parade
You're dreaming you're life away
Fish out of water
Go swim in the tide today
Fish out of water
You're dreaming you're life away
Fish out of water
Go swim in the tide today
Fish out of water
song performed by by Tears For Fears from Elemental
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