Entrails of Agony
Anguish is seen, heard, felt through repentant wicker
To relieve the strain of deteriorating courtesies which flaunt pleasure
In the eyes of bestial man in raw shells,
Left unattended by the inhumanity of her acing memory
Lost in a flame of ignorant chatter
To drive the brain into silent chaotic warfare
Feed this disease, My love
Then maybe these ripping entrails will emanate the stench of decaying repression,
And once again harbor the rotting agony of perversion,
Steaming to a boil in the remnants of loss and wonderment
To mislead us all into the grips of Her putrefaction....
poem by Jack Cropes
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On Neil Armstronge's Passing
My memory banks must be full,
a cascade failure is emanate soon,
decaying body, I can not take the strain,
purple spots and polka dots beseech me,
rhymes and riddles confuse me,
will life go on I do not know,
but a step forward is to win,
place or then show,
but I have leaped into eternity.
poem by Walter C. Edwards
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Bad Brain
I used to be an A student
I never used to complain
I used to be a truant
But I'm still the same
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain
I used to go to parties
I used to drink champagne
Now I'm beginning to feel the strain
Bad bad brain
I used to be in show biz
I used to have fortune and fame
I used to have pleasure and pain
I used to have a name
Bad bad brain
Now I'm on the Bowery
I can't remember my name
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain...bad bad brain...
song performed by by Ramones from Road To Ruin
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This Is War
The sun rises over the wretched trench.
Barbed wires line the way.
Shattered bodies and rounds of shells,
Fill the air with a ghastly stench.
The Reaper lay await for this harvest day,
Distant churches rung their death knell.
The sound of shots ringing,
Shatters the sleep of the dormant vale.
The rain of fire seems never to end,
The earth lies barren with no life clinging!
All the peace and serene locked in a gaol.
A remenant scar not lost in time's bend.
The pain, anguish and agony,
Never leaves the hearts of many.
Some mourn for the lost near and dear,
Some mourn for the peace,
We seldom cherish and cheer.
poem by Vivian Thompson
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The castle built
You had left me.
I felt quite sad.
It gave me pleasure yet
That I would live in your thought.
Now if you treat me
Like a left-over
My sorrow will go;
With that does my pain.
Also with it, my pleasure.
And you, too, from my brain.
You will have no pleasure
Of captivating me any more
Castles built
Will be split.
04.10.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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On the news today
On the news today
~
There is war
there is greed and poverty
there is crime and suffering
there is loss and misery
there is corruption
there is pain and anguish
there is someone profiteering
and another complaining
a campaign for equality
long since forgotten
there are always lies
a feeling of betrayal
trust is now decaying
rotting into its core
there is another war
people dying
hurt, pain, misery
religion being abused
and all we are asking
all we are waiting for
is something to smile to
before the show is over
lets hear some happy news
poem by Matthew Holloway
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A Confession (a sexual prose-poem)
He spent the evening in a sort of sleazy trance, sucking the Cosmic Nipple of Unloveliness. Gradually his self-satisfied cogitations gave way to a sort of disquiet and dread as he dreamt of lifting the shabby skirt of a thirteen-year-old slut. Imagine his anguish and doubt as she turned out to be the animated corpse of his favourite childhood aunt. He gasped as he buried his face in her greying pubic hair and suffocated in the decaying stench of her genitalia. Outside in a different world it was a bright spring morning, with the blackbirds singing and daffodils nodding in the breeze. He would never again know such an innocent scene as this as his youthful spirit was tormented by the noisome degradation of a hellish lust. O God, have mercy on those of us who still walk in the everyday world of men, tortured by such Satanic dreams of corruption and putrefaction!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Scarecrow
Staring in the face of condemnation
Laughter fills the sky instead of rain
Live my life alone in resignation
Arms outstretched for those who cannot see
Scarecrow
Crucified and left in isolation
Pictures of our lost morality
Scarecrow
Eyeless stares invite this whole damnation
Rotting corpse of inhumanity
Scarecrow
song performed by by Ministry
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Protected
Your depictions sit and haunt,
Vividly.
Although I am not physically there,
To witness any of it...
The anguish you are feeling,
Grips my heart.
Ripping it into bits.
If I had not understood this,
My tears would flow...
And not quit!
Just know whatever you are going through,
Ask of God...
To handle all of it!
And observe yourself,
Becoming protected with a mental lift!
But...
This does not happen,
If you are not prepared to pray!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Revulsion
Revulsion -
That is what I feel for you
The look of you,
The sight of you,
The thought of you
Injects in me –
Absolute Revulsion.
It is a feeling so Deep
I cannot puke it out
Even if I wish to…
So I keep taking it in
Nausea-ridden
All over my body,
Mind and heart…
That wretched feeling of
Absolute Revulsion.
It seeps in me
Soaks me in
Like blood-stained clothes
On a wounded body
And I lie there
Writhing in pain
Bleeding in agony
Almost anaemic…
With that sordid feeling of
Absolute Revulsion.
Living it everyday
Is like re-living death
In a lifeless body
Yet when death pities me
And comes to relieve me
Snuffing out the life
With its stroke of eternity
That day I die,
My dejected soul
Would bid you adieu,
With that lifetime feeling of
Absolute Revulsion.
Yes – that very Revulsion
Which eats into me
Like gnawing termites
With every memory of you
I have within me
It reminds me of my
Haunting past…
And I feel empty and hollow
Like rotting wood
And the stench of it
Makes me feel all the more
Sick and tired with
Absolute Revulsion –
For you, and you and only you.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Platonic Disease
Your grips fallen.
I'm fallen, we've fallen beyond.
Expired, we've acquired platonic disease.
No jury, your cause.
Speak laws afford the bigot.
Back load myself.
Lay down the sentence of never ending said.
Platonic disease.
Platonic disease.
No jury. The pain.
The chance wronged release pain.
The stakes torn, lives cross.
Deep waters, willing loss.
Download main site.
Lay down victims right.
The fuels burnt, worlds part.
Seems like a never ending vicious cycle of death, of death.
Platonic disease.
Platonic disease.
Now see, world dies.
Strips down the face of disguise.
No rules, my way.
My way of things to say.
Your pore boils, burnt sore.
Lift off the face of wood.
Platonic disease.
Platonic disease.
Platonic disease.
Platonic disease
song performed by by Obituary
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The Hunter (Narrative Poetry)
His time and wealth all there
For him, possessed just to enjoy
But hunting was a pleasure where
His shooting skills he could employ.
Flew his plane to the island
At will, he shot the fleeing birds
The gun obeyed his able hand
Only the sound of death was heard.
One shot took down the creature
Its partner gave a chilling cry,
As though its heart the bullet tore
Seeing its Love, fall there to die.
Around, around, it wailed in anguish
A bird lamenting the one it lost
It would not leave the love it cherished
Unmindful of what it would cost.
The man was dazed, he felt its pain,
It tormented his ears with grief.
Shot it down where its love had lain
Sealed the union, though it was brief.
That day he left, and never came back.
Vowed never more to kill for pleasure
The bird had shown what he really lacked,
Real peace and concern for Nature.
Cynthia Buhain Baello
11.10.12
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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A Silent River Part2
Sunday is a holiday
I'do again
I'makes again
The memories of the silent river
I'come again
To remember
I'have ever love and miss
Here in the silent river, silent so silence
The memories of the silent river
I'felt his love again in this river
I'felt his longing again in this river
I'felt his kindly again in this river
And i'see again his softly face in the water
In this silent river, silent so silence
The silent river
Makes me remember
I'miss again
the silent river
Makes me to get so many things
Sitting nearby silent river
Come to me the lonely
Come to me the long yearning
Come to me the tears
Come to me the rain
The silent river keep my memories good
In the silent river, silent so silence
Save me now, from all the dejected
To spin around all back
This silence is geeting on my nerves
Were i'am so afraid
You were to be lost in thought
And all was lost to me
Here in the silent river, silent so silence
There is an hour, a pensive hour
THERE is an hour, a pensive hour;
(And oh! how dear its soothing pow'r!)
It is, when twilight spreads her veil,
And steals along the silent dale;
'Tis when the fading blossoms close,
When all is silence and repose;
Then memory wakes, and loves to mourn,
For days—that never shall return!
There is a strain, a plaintive strain,
The source of joy and yet of pain;
It is the song, whose dying measure,
Some friend belov'd has heard with pleasure;
Some friend—who ne'er again may hear,
The melting lay, to memory dear;
Ah! then, her magic spells restore,
Visions of blissful days no more!
There is a tear of sweet relief,
A tear—of rapture and of grief;
The feeling heart alone can know
What soft emotions bid it flow!
It is when memory charms the mind,
With tender images refin'd;
'Tis when her balmy spells restore,
Departed friends, and joys no more!
poem by Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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Pain is pleasure
When I took you in my arm
I felt having conquered.
When you took me in your palm
I felt having succumbed.
Upon holding you for manipulation
I ruled a victor.
Being held in your clutches
I slaved as a captive.
Every wound I inflicted upon you
Is a pleasure of pain to you.
Every friction you produced on me
Is a pleasure of strain to me.
I grew erotic, having chafed
While you did, having been chafed.
The Act of Love, a two way pleasure.
10.06097
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Loss, Strain Butterflies
He got bad when she got mad
He lowered it one more time and she got even
No one heard a single word
But as the clock ticked from next door I could hear her breathing
I said good morning mr. sun, now I would like you to meet my friend mr. bomb
(he has a house made out of butterflies)
Well I cant sleep sometimes but Ive been told
Its a lonely condition called growing old.
Let me stumble sometimes...
Im looking for someone to cling to, yeah...
So what you think about that?
This time, well it all comes down
To loss and strain and butterflies,
And then it comes right down to me.
Hello, have you been alright?
Did you find a piece of something
Wrapped around the light side of your life
To make you feel better?
Did you get out with your sanity?
Did you save a little something for the people in need?
Did you know with the rain in your pockets, you can change the weather?
Im looking for something to cling to, yeah
Girl, what you think about that?
Well this time, yeah it all comes down
To loss and strain and butterflies
Then it comes right down to me.
Well this time, this time, yeah it all comes down
To loss and strain and butterflies.
Hey yeah yeah, come on down to me...
Is this just the total for the wages of our sins?
Have you made yourself a victim in a game that you cant win?
And are we caving in?
Does it all begin with loss and strain and butterflies?
Does it come right down to me, anymore?
Yeah this time, maybe, does it all come down
To loss and strain and butterflies?
Hey yeah yeah, well...
Come on down to me.
song performed by by Matchbox 20
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Loss, Strain & Butterflies
he got bad when she got mad
He lowered it one more time and she got even
No one heard a single word
But as the clock ticked from next door i could hear her breathing
I said "good morning mr. sun, now i would like you to meet my friend mr. bomb
(he has a house made out of butterflies)"
Well i can't sleep sometimes but i've been told
It's a lonely condition called growing old.
Let me stumble sometimes...
I'm looking for someone to cling to, yeah...
So what you think about that?
This time, well it all comes down
To loss and strain and butterflies,
And then it comes right down to me.
Hello, have you been alright?
Did you find a piece of something
Wrapped around the light side of your life
To make you feel better?
Did you get out with your sanity?
Did you save a little something for the people in need?
Did you know with the rain in your pockets, you can change the weather?
I'm looking for something to cling to, yeah
Girl, what you think about that?
Well this time, yeah it all comes down
To loss and strain and butterflies
Then it comes right down to me.
Well this time, this time, yeah it all comes down
To loss and strain and butterflies.
Hey yeah yeah, come on down to me...
Is this just the total for the wages of our sins?
Have you made yourself a victim in a game that you can't win?
And are we caving in?
Does it all begin with loss and strain and butterflies?
Does it come right down to me, anymore?
Yeah this time, maybe, does it all come down
To loss and strain and butterflies?
Hey yeah yeah, well...
Come on down to me.
song performed by by Matchbox 20
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Agony
Ever wonder how He felt?
Praying in the garden
His students asleep
Could not watch for an hour
He knew He had to die
Even if it's just for me
He would be scourged
He would sweat blood
Even if it's just for me
Agony!
There He was, fixed
Nails in hands and feet
For a moment
Abandoned by God
Agony!
They pierced Him
Blood and water gushed
Mom at His feet
Brothers vanquished
Head bowed
Breathed His last
How He felt?
Think you have it hard?
Think about Him
Agony!
He was wrapped
Buried and left
Thought it was the end?
Not so fast!
Three days later
He got up
Just like that
Now He reigns victorious
Today knees bow
Eyes close
Agony?
poem by Buxton Shippy
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The Belated Joy
Of the lot, Preetha was the youngest,
The fairest, the most dignified.
Now I heard she had had liking for me.
I wish I knew it ere I left the arena.
We go ignorant of the love
Someone has nurtured for us,
And leaving the pavilion,
We feel loss when we learnt of it.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Farewell, My Beloved Mum
Loving Mum
You're my best mum
In the whole universe.
I always love you.
You always take care of me
When I'm sick,
When I'm sad,
When I'm naughty,
When I'm stubborn.
Oh Mum,
Why you left us so soon?
Please don't cry, don't grief,
Don't held up, hang on.
Stop worrying us all,
Be willing to let go all,
Relieve your painful agony.
I may not understand
All the pains and agony
You endure.
You undergo many
Sacrifices, sufferings and challenges
In your life to give the best to me.
I never forget
All things you had done for me,
And taught me.
Loving mum,
Thank you so much,
For giving me life,
For upbringing me into this world.
You make me proud,
I'll make you proud too,
As your good child.
I felt very sad and sorrowful
To see you go
Saying final farewell
To you.
Loving mum,
I'll always miss you,
You'll forever live in my memory.
Farewell, goodbye Mum,
May your soul rest in peace,
I hope you're always happy
in presence of Jesus Christ, our Lord.
May God bless your soul
And live in heaven forever.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Anger on faultline - tsunami
The wall of sea water roars
down in unsatiated appetite,
mashing all on the way;
Anger on the faultline
brooks no favours.
Many affrighted cries were
swept away; convulsive sobs
of the living choked in the
entrails of hopelessness;
Relief may or may not reach
them; where to retrieve the
roots from disembowelled sand?
Or to relive the agony of
renewal, the irreplaceable
loss of the dear ones?
On the trail of the mutilated
coastline the debris reveals
dessicated memories; The
orphaned stare at the bleached
skyline; smelling the stench
eagles circle high, darkly
eyeing the emaciated dogs;
vandals reap a windfall
out of sightless death.
Hearts open up in a tide of
compassion for the disconsolate;
Today's danger could return
in the morrow.
The joy of living expires in
the unforeseen tunnel of death;
And the despair of loss
poem by K.S.Subramanian Subramanian
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