Poem about Poetry - the poet is a clam
a sea of comparisons for the poet
well, if i were to describe his role
he is a clam
and the pearl is the heart of his art!
the more lustrious it is
the more he has taken in the world
and digested it for us!
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Do The Clam
(words & music by wayne - weisman - fuller)
Hey everybody gather round
Listen to that bongo sound
Grab the first one in your reach
Now were going to shake the beach
Do the clam, do the clam
Grab your barefoot baby by the hand
Turn and tease, hug and squeeze
Dig right in and do the clam
You can get your heart to spin
On the outside looking in
Moon aint gonna last all night
Well lets work up an appetite
Do the clam, do the clam
Grab your barefoot baby by the hand
Turn and tease, hug and squeeze
Dig right in and do the clam
Everybodys got that beat
Well listen to those happy feet
Aint you glad that you found out
What the clam is all about
Do the clam, do the clam
Grab your barefoot baby by the hand
Turn and tease, hug and squeeze
Dig right in and do the clam
Do the clam, do the clam
Grab your barefoot baby by the hand
Turn and tease, hug and squeeze
Dig right in and do the clam
Dig right in and do the clam
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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A Pebble In My Shoe
a pebble in my shoe
i want it removed
a pebble in my shoe
a disturbance
in my mind
a pebble in my shoe
an enemy
in my feet
yet wait
let me recall
a grain of sand
inside the clam
a pearl
in my hand
once a pebble
in my shoe
let me walk again
let me remember
the pearl
in the clam
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Another view
if i could afford the world
a view of another world
through my verses like the
ocean that hides yet magnifies
a world so glorious of its own -
freewheeling corals, zizagging fishes,
multihued starfishes, shells that grant
the ocean a contest of geometric elegance
giant meditative clam that turns out a luxurious
ochreous pearl impervious to the pounding waves
a monk zooming on zero desires for nirvana -
my life as a poet would have been well rewarded
the rainbow the sun never fails
to illuminate in the fall of heavenly
sweats and tears
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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What a Blessing!
what a blessing
if i could describe
the world's beauty
in such enchanting ways
as the flowers - orchids,
crocuses, roses, lotus and lilies
each species etching their ways into our heart
with their own special alphabets -
a curve there, a streak here,
spots there and commas,
full stops, question marks, and dashes
in all colours and fragrant powders
curling here and there
to form a perfect lustrious story
of wondrous romance and well wishes
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Oh Sailor Sails To The Shore!
When the sea is clam
Moon light shines thee
Sit and think what life desire
When the sea is clam
Oh sailor imagine what
you doing to your life thee
And in others life thee
When the sea is clam
Sit in the moonlight
Ask yourself are you true
With life that God grant
Loyal to your inner spirit
When the sea is clam
Oh sailor think if you
Are in love with thee
And all words desires
With honestly and faith
When the sea is clam
Look at above the sky
Declare to god I am true
My love is pure thee
I truly fall for this woman
I send email across thee
Clam Sea in silent night thee
When the sea is clam
Thou' wave you may not see
But silent nights ask thee
Are you certainty in love?
And sending this email
With your love connect thee
When the sea is clam
Oh sailor sails to the shore
Where aspiration thee
Take her in your arms
Thus ``I love you ``
Let's sail together thee
Legend enlighten our love
Everlastingly in this clam sea
poem by Ezna Stephna
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Concealed
inside the clam is concealed
flesh
it is where the pearl is,
in the same manner
inside the skin is the pulp
it is where
sweetness lies, the ripeness
of the fruit,
and one licks it
and savors the juicy portion
of what nature willingly gives
without even
knowing your name,
inside my heart lies
what you have been looking for
i am ripe
and luscious
my pearl shines to the
hunger of your
gaze
my flesh drips to the
enticement of your thirst
come then and be with me
tonight
when the moon does not mind
what love can do
to love
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Poet Is Always Beside You
You are reading my poem but,
This poet is never known;
However, this poet is always beside you.
I am on your lips and,
I am in your mouth;
I am in your heart and,
I am in your mind;
Because, this poet is always beisde you.
This poet writes and others read,
This poet speaks and others listen,
And this poet is always beside you;
But, this poet is never known.
The works of this poet are on the internet,
And, they are being read by many! !
But, this poet is never known;
However, this poet is always beside you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Before a Poetry Reading
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I'm feeling nervous but I mustn't show it!
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I hope to heaven that I won't blow it!
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I mustn't reveal that I'm a second-rate poet!
I'm only a rhymer, but they don't know it!
If you've got no talent you'll have to grow it!
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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There is only one thing harder than looking for a dewdrop in the dew, and that is fishing for a clam in the clam chowder.
The Heart of a Poet
The heart of a poet is too soft
more soft than petal of any flower
the heart of a poet is too mild
more mild than water of any spring
The heart of a poet is too melodious
so melody springs out from heart of a poet
The heart of a poet too genius
so, he picks up jewels from deep ocean of wisdom
The heart of a poet is more transparent
more transparent than any crystal
So, the poets are!
poem by Ramesh Rai
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A fish
He said 'there are plenty of fish in the sea.
All you have to do is go swimming to see.'
True, it would be easy to accomplish this.
But catching a fish... is not what I wish.
What fun would that be, to fish.
I need something better then that...A fish.
'Ha! , You fool that does not exist.'
My friend sometimes you should open your eyes.
Because catching everything that swims by, is not always the prize.
What if I told you to dig deep instead.
'Then I would say there is something wrong with your head.'
Perhaps you would be right, I'm sure it would be a tougher fight.
Digging hole after hole for something that is not in sight.
But what if I stumbled across a clam at the bottom of this sea.
So shiny...So bright it made all the other fish a terrible site.
And my friend whats even better then that.
Inside this clam is something to ewww and awww at.
A pearl inside of it so perfect you would be amazed.
That you would be able to do nothing but sit and gaze.
Would that be worth something to keep.
'I'm sure it would, but you have to dig so deep'
Well that's better then catching just a pretty fish, at least that's what I wish.
poem by Christopher Litten
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The Poet I Am', And 'The Poet I Am Not
The poet I am, and the poet I am not
‘The poet I am’ says
To ‘the poet I am not’,
‘Why can’t I be more like you? ’
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Because you are not good enough’
And ‘the poet I am’ begins to cry,
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Real poets cry for more meaningful things’
And ‘the poet I am’ says ‘I am who I am and what I will be means so much to me. But still I am not the poet I wanted to be’.
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Exactly. Were you less concerned with who you are and more concerned with others you might be a bit more of a poet than you are now.’
And ‘the poet I am’ is silent.
And ‘the poet I am not’is somewhere else being someone else
That ‘the poet I am and the poet I am not’ cannot see or dream.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Knowledge Dwarfs Mountains Distanced A Cubit High
an academic with aged masters
readings in English Literature
read a new poet in comparisons
blinkered in rules rigid time set
points fix of similarity difference
comparisons define what is not
lacks insight to see embryo what is
blinded eyes cannot see flame sun
blinded blink sight error shadow eyes
Petrarchan sonnet is Italian Literature
Shakespeare did not mirror fashions
inward journeys dwarf summit Everest
consider mark wonder soul penance
range human contemplation in reverence
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My Mom
Mom you are my inspiration
Nobody is like you in this world
You are my god
You gave me this world to survive
If you are not here
Then how would I have enjoyed the life
You the first teacher
To teach me about manners
Whenever I fall you support me like a ladder
You only gave me breath
You only gave me heart
You gave me all my body parts
You are like a sun
Always giving me ray of hope in the darkness
Mom your heart is like ocean full of emotions
Always take care about other
But never bothered about your own self
Mom for me you are like an Oscar winner
Plays different role in single life
The role of daughter the role of wife
By
Kumar kaustubh
poem by Kumar Kaustubh
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A perfect Pearl
my run away desire
the devil asks me
to go out, to have fun
and above all - eat
this when i am
not at all hungry
in fact bloated
another day of routine
it is too early
for me
sometimes
noon is too early
for food
it is another day
the devil is drivng
at me with his
sharpened chisels
'no no no
i would rather be
in the clam
enamoured
in quiet
contemplation
in the realm
of God if that
is not too mushy
for your ears.'
i tell the devil
'every of my
prayers, ' i add
'the becomes
a layer of
luminous
rainbow lucre
to seize the day'
how nice it will
be, to be
a perfect pearl
rolling around
someone's heart
listening to her
secret wishes
and help layer
her dream
and goals
with perfect
poise, grace
and confidence
round the clock!
rewritten from
my run away desire
the devil asks me
to go out, to have fun
and above all - eat
this when i am
not at all hungry
in fact bloated
another day of routine
it is too early
for me
sometimes
noon is too early
for food
it is another day
the devil is drivng
at me with his
sharpened chisels
'no no no
i would rather be
in the clam
enamoured
in quiet
contemplation
in the realm
of God if that
is not too mushy
for your ears.'
i tell the devil
'every of my
prayers, ' i add
'is a layer of
luminous
rainbow lucre
to seize the day'
how nice it will
be to be a
perfect pearl
rolling and
dangling round
someone's heart
and be a perfect
companion of graces
round the clock!
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A Poet Want To Just Touched Me..!
A poet poem just touched me..!
I know definitely what you feel.
I have the same patient and I love him soo much.
We talk whole nights on Skype.
But it isn't the same as when we were next each other.
I mean we had fights and suffer like that.
And then I didn't realize that she is the one I really want.
Sometimes I feel myself soo ashamed because
I don't know how to describe how much I love him in words and
I feel really dumb about it,
because every times she sent me cute messages about how much she loves me,
misses me and cares for me.
I don't know any other words to say back other than I LOVE YOU.
Please help me with inspiration or tell me how you get yours..
soo maybe I can describe how much I love him. And
my poet is pretty cool. You write exactly what I feel.
Some times it's really hard to be far from each other.
But it's nice to know or see how we fight for our love and trust each other.
poem by Khushi throne
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I Am Not The Poet's Poet But Perhaps The Would- Be- Poet's Would-Be Poet
I AM NOT THE POET’S POET BUT PERHAPS THE WOULD- BE- POETS WOULD – BE –POET
I am not the poet’s poet-
The one poets of name and fame admire-
But perhaps the would- be- poets would be – poet-
Who tries to be a poet
And tries to understand what it means
To love poetry and live by writing it
Even when the world does not recognize me..
.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Pearls
A pearl in an ocean of dreams,
What can I say, shot the beams?
A pearl in an ocean of hopes,
All I got was a lot of nopes.
A pearl in an ocean of fears,
Just hand me the beers.
Why a pearl in an ocean,
It has no motion?
(The pearl in me, it's my birthstone.)
poem by Andrea Szyhowski
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My role in society, or any artist's or poet's role, is to try and express what we all feel. Not to tell people how to feel. Not as a preacher, not as a leader, but as a reflection of us all.
quote by John Lennon
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0365 Poets and One World
The poet's world and the philosopher's
may seem to be in aim, and truth of act,
so different; the poet offers us
fine dreams of heart; philosophy, fine fact;
and yet, both spring from knowing nothing's known,
and wishing knowledge for its own true sake:
the poet seeks a truth in worlds his own;
philosophers seek paths which causes take;
yet both, in knowing their own ignorance,
are moved by wonder at the world they share -
the beauteous laws of this world's governance;
the universal heart and mind seen there:
poetic truth and love of wisdom spring
from wonder at the one in everything.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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