A Tuned Up Mind
the mind -
it has to be laid with
keys and tones -
the solemnest bar for god
and down the way -
to the most trivial things
- a tone for every
life's high and low
so that when you speak
you would move every soul
as a beethoven piece
that swings and trails
through everybody's soul
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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No, the Mirror Is Not Broken
Trivial
A proclamation left unheard
A nihilist facing charges of murder
Trivial
A prayer left unanswered
An atheist born into the world
Trivial
Brought beneath a feet of debt
Pushed to the edge
I am the answer but nobody will sway
Not my God, for he is dead
Not my family, for they are miles away
Not my lover, for she hates me
I can see the end of the earth
There is an onslaught of miss-happenings
It would seem that these
Are
Ones which will never come to life
Trivial
poem by Brandon Nothing
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We Bury Our Burdens
we carry a sack
full of everything
the trivial and not so trivial
to the others
which we sometimes
deem to be
important
we start cramping things
in a small pack
a pair of shoes, a plaque,
a bat, white polo shirt,
underwear, the certificates,
some poems even
a book about
romance with some
molds on the hard cover
where shall i bury all these things?
for i am moving to
another place
this morning
i wait for the high tide
or which comes first
the dusty early morning
on the road
this cranky motor vehicle
bound for the
dry mountain
where a hole is ready
tagging a shovel
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A silly poem about keys
Keys can open doors
they can lock you in
keys on a piano
but not on a Violin.
Keys to a safe
inside a vault
keys lost again
well that's your fault.
Keys on an old typewriter
and on a modern laptop
keys stolen by a thief
to break into a shop.
Keys hang on a keyring
or on a fancy chain
but how on earth can you
dropp them down a drain?
Keys for this and that
a key lying under the mat
having to rush to the Vet
it's been swallowed by the cat.
So I'll end this poem now
and try and get my key
I dropped it down a drain
oh stupid and silly me!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Give Me The Keys
I can see you've got your motor running
Don't you think you're movin kinda slow
If you feel the way i feel
Let me get behind the wheel
We don't need any destination baby
Anywhere you wanna go
Give me the keys, and i'll drive you crazy
Give me the keys, i'll drive you out of your mind
Honey we don't need no registration
We don't need no license anymore
Let me in the driver's side
And we can take a ride
We don't need to ask directions baby
I know where you wanna go
Give me the keys, and i'll drive you crazy
Give me the keys, i'll drive you out of your mind
Give me the keys, and i'll drive you crazy
Give me the keys, i'll drive you out of your mind
Maybe we'll just ride into the sunset
Drive around til who knows where or when
And when it gets a little dark
We'll find a quiet place to park
And when the sun comes up in the morning baby
Do it all over again
song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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I Am The Only One With THESE Keys
The first question I would ask,
Of anyone expressing a wish to drive...
Through life without dues to pay.
With only desire in their eyes.
And a request from me to give them my keys,
Is this...
What makes anyone think I will turn over keys,
To something I have earned...
Because the doing of it I have made to look easy?
I've got to witness some sweat with labor done first.
With initiative that has been prioritized.
Life is not a cakewalk...
To choose what frosting to taste to then decide.
'You are not the only one with keys.'
That's true.
But guess what?
I am the only one with THESE keys.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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High Tone Woman
I been watchin' you watchin' her watchin' herself in the mirror,
In her tailor-made dress an' her long blonde hair,
An' her big diamond rings: her custom-made shoes.
And I can by the look on your face that you're makin' your move,
But she hasn't got time for a man who's tongue-tied.
An' she doesn't like cowboys an' thinks less of fools.
So, boy, don't you saddle yourself to a high-tone woman.
She'll cut up your heart like an' old credit card,
When the fun and the money runs out.
I've never seen an uptown, well-read thorougbred,
High-tone woman sink as low as you.
Instrumental break.
Hey, I'm on your side; don't go gettin' me wrong, now:
You're not a bad fellow at all.
But you're out of her league so stay in the bleachers:
Son, you couldn't please her if you had it all.
So, boy, don't you saddle yourself to a high-tone woman.
She'll cut up your heart like an' old credit card,
When the fun and the money runs out.
You're a fool if you saddle yourself to a high-tone woman. (I seen her.)
I've seen her cut up a heart like an' old credit card,
When the fun and the money runs out.
I've never seen an uptown, well-read thorougbred,
High-tone woman sink as low as you.
Oh no, I've never seen an uptown, well-read thorougbred,
High-tone woman sink as low as you.
song performed by by George Strait
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The Man who Lost His Keys!
The man who lost his keys
Begged God while on his knees
For sometimes God agrees
And doesn't play the tease
But first there came no ease
That poor man to release
Who hoped the search would cease
So he could make coffees
Then life would seem a breeze
If he could find his keys!
The man who lost his keys
Had lost all certainties
Saw all his doubts increase
His mind like melted cheese
He prayed God pretty please
And offered reward fees
Yet money God won't seize
Who owns the woods and trees
God chose to grant him peace
And helped him find his keys!
(August 2011)
poem by Denis Martindale
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The tired mind
The tired mind
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The tired mind bemoans a weary traveller
Far too old in the day as night time falls
Dust laden boots kicked to the dirt
An aching body laid down to sleep
While memories continue to stir
Unavoidable to a weathered thought
The onset of a life’s adventures
The romances won and lost
The unknown of what is still to come
A day hence shall be revealed
For now fear and anticipation linger
A tired mind plays on trivial questions
Labouring to forget and to sleep
Heavy set eyes look out into nothing
Into the night the ending of the day
Old and late the hour has come
For a weary traveller to say goodnight
And for a tired mind to be done
poem by Matthew Holloway
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4. Put Safely Away
Where has my wife put the car keys
I left at the side of my bed
She whisked them away in my sleeping
To put away safely she said
Stored away safely from burglars
Should one maybe call in the night
Hidden where no one could find them
Covered up well out of sight
She’s never been one for remembering
Things seem to slip right from her mind
Then turn up a year or two later
In places that no one could find
Time slips by fast in an like an instant
The summer’s sun turns into frost
She still stores away things for safety
But the car keys are listed as lost
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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The Day I Met Nothing
The day that I met nothing
Is a day straight out of time
For each mind was kindly thinking
The other writes sublime
Reminded of the tone the way the tongue it sounds
I’m glad the day that I met nothing
The gladness knows no bounds.
The ballad of a thin man
Came chanting down the lines
A memory of the past
Comes tapping in these rhymes
The day that I met nothing
Just blew the mind away
And the tones of Mr. Jones
Came haunting back today.
Something may be happening
I could guess what it may be
But the day that I meet nothing
Is still a mystery
For the day that I meet nothing
I’m not sure when that will be
For the day that I know nothing
Is the day that I'll be free
poem by Wojja Fink
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Advice to a Pale Lover
Never speak the word, give love a name
And lose her friendship. Move in rings
Around each other, never close,
And talk of this and that, and laugh at trivial things.
Never speak the word, give love a name.
It isn't in the game to show you care:
Those words of of love and tenderness
Are unacceptable. Yours the blame
One day to face your solitude and quietly despair.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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How I love your Voice
How I love to hear you speak and call my name
The way your lips, tongue, and mouth forms letters and words
Those sensual overtones that utter sweet sounds that resonate in my ears
How I love to hear you speak
Your articulation brings forth joy and laughter to my soul
Your words are like music set to a melody sang by angels
It is like the birds summoning me to paradise
Your subtle amplitude drives me while at ever utterance
I beg you to continue speaking to me for I have never heard a sweeter tone
Your audible vibrations are like a musical instrument playing lullabies to my soul
Your voice reminds me of being a child being rocked to sleep
Speak to me in those warm tones of elegance that only you possess
How I love to here your voice in all its magnitude
It comforts me on my lonely days of inner reflection
It brings me hope for a greater day
When I hear you regulate the tones I am in a trance
I am captivated by every sentence you speak
I listen to your words intently at its rhythm
It warms me on a cold day and cools me off in the heat
How I love just to hear you speak to me
I would give it all away just to hear your words
Such satisfying sounds swings me back and forth in a dizzy dance
I lose my footing every time you speak
It is not just your words but the beauty within that captivates me so
I save all your messages to hear plaid over and over again
They are melodious songs that bring forth the light of a new day
They are enchanting as you are in life
No words spoken could explain the grace and charm of your voice
Each time you speak I have died a thousand times
With each word I am sent heaven bound
Your voice takes me places only imagined in dreams
Paradise once lost is found in your voice
Let it be known that there is no other like you
I am compelled to a higher ground
Your expressions are like the wind in my sails that sets me free
I cannot place no other above you
Your voice is all I ever need to hear in life
Your ability to speak brings shivers up and down my spine
It has the greatest influence over my body
If I should ever fall and stricken deaf, your voice would remain reverberating in my heart
It would be the last sounds I would want to hear
Your name would be the last sound spoken from my lips
Your voice, how I love it so
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Beauty Is A Constant
Beauty let me see you lie
before my eyes so that I
can live in peace all my days
and cling to Mother nature's ways.
For all else is a trivial scene
compared to what all beauty means,
To speak of it in perfect rhyme
brings joy to me in all my time,
And so I pass my days and find
all that's beautiful in my mind.
I see the mountains and the lakes
and mindfully it stops my aches.
I search no matter where I go
and come upon the things that grow
They console me and I comprehend
that beauty and I both have no end.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Grand Piano
In the centre of four white corners
He stood proudly dressed in black upright
Keys in minors and sharps
Shining in mahogany in the light
He spoke with golden tones
With definition and authority
He was sort after
By the minority and majority
So many desired
To play his keys
Producing melodies with chords
But very few could afford
His price
It was worth it
It was nice
He was the grand piano
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Promise Me My Love
promise me my love
that you will no longer mind
our little differences
that from now on
you must begin to see
the forest
(the whole of me)
rather than the trees
(those trivial things
that you bloat
that make me float
and take me away
from you)
promise me
that for better or for worse
you will love me
till the next life.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Painting This Love
You speak to me with pastel tones
My heart and head begin to groan
Again you’ve got me under your spell
It really makes me quite unwell
I throw my purple words at you
Although there are only a few
I have to find a way
To say what i must say
Purple tones blend with black
Fade to pink I take it back
I love you yes that’s true
You love me yes you do
Why spread the pastels over me
Leave them in our history
The future of us is grey and bleak
This love we have is oh so weak
Dirty tones wash over it all
Step back now let the love fall
Smashing into a thousand bits
All of the colours gush out in fits
Puddle of love on floor
I’ve seen this site all before
Start again with your pastel tones
Start it all again my heart moans.
poem by Charlotte Murray
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Living Life
i let things
come as they are
like the rain
that falls
and the river
that brings the
water out to sea
i take life
like how love flows
negotiates
its way over
every of the
piano keys
to make it to
your heart
i take life
like how
your deft
fingers go
never question
how each dribbles
over the keys
to bring out the
sweet notes of our life
i let troubles
come and go
like the rain fall
and the river that brings
the water out to sea
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Speak Gently
Speak gently! -- It is better far
To rule by love, than fear --
Speak gently -- let not harsh words mar
The good we might do here!
Speak gently! -- Love doth whisper low
The vows that true hearts bind;
And gently Friendship's accents flow;
Affection's voice is kind.
Speak gently to the little child!
Its love be sure to gain;
Teach it in accents soft and mild: --
It may not long remain.
Speak gently to the young, for they
Will have enough to bear --
Pass through this life as best they may,
'T is full of anxious care!
Speak gently to the aged one,
Grieve not the care-worn heart;
The sands of life are nearly run,
Let such in peace depart!
Speak gently, kindly, to the poor;
Let no harsh tone be heard;
They have enough they must endure,
Without an unkind word!
Speak gently to the erring -- know,
They may have toiled in vain;
Perchance unkindness made them so;
Oh, win them back again!
Speak gently! -- He who gave his life
To bend man's stubborn will,
When elements were in fierce strife,
Said to them, 'Peace, be still.'
Speak gently! -- 't is a little thing
Dropped in the heart's deep well;
The good, the joy, which it may bring,
Eternity shall tell.
poem by David Bates
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Her Laugh Divine
Ah, her laughter known to many
Though they know not what it is
to hear it by the innocent suitor
Happiness never known before
Till she laughs in her tone
the tone of her laugh divine
It's the tone of the lovers happy in life
it's the tone of the angel who passed from mankind
It's the tone of nature in the fall and the spring
It's the tone of perfection known only to those
who's heard her laugh divine
If only but a light chuckle
if only a quiet laugh
if only heard but a moment
joy for life obtained
the joyous feeling of her laugh divine
It's the joy of those engaged to be wed
it's the joy of a life once saved
it's the joy of the parents of a newborn babe
it's the joy of the men knowing the light
it's the joy of her laugh divine
So this is the feeling
nearly an obsession
this is the feeling of love
the love known to those
those only who's heard
Who's heard her laugh divine.
The Liberator
Keys turning
rattling in the loose locks
opening high the doors
that close again
like death-hours coming faster
the walls are white
and the line of beds is staring
all the bars go up and down
and none of them lead outward
and leaping eyes
and stiff limbs
follow the crunch of the keys
I am powerful now
and I will break those that carry the keys
with little hammers
small hammers
which you will make for me
and hide in the porridge
I will break all their heads
and lay them in neat rows
and we shall wave high the keys
and open wide a million doors
and all of us shall dance in the snow
and that poor woman in the spiral casket
shall warm a wooden doll to her dress
&nbs p; and lean her hair in the fire
the grating shall be taken from about the fire
and the woman and the keys shall go within
all of us
shall ;dance
&nb sp; within
poem by Emily Holmes Coleman
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