The Chicken Tore Me Up
as i began to tear into
the braised chicken breast
a pang of pain suddenly struck;
this satiation of greed
with the wanton abuse
of freedom on another creation.
the buddhist sutra i read
kept coming back to torment my mind.
for a second or two,
my chewing lost momentum.
for another minute or so
i saw faces, women and men
behind the little tempting
bundle of soya sauce delight.
there were cries, there were laughters.
in another life we could have
been friends, relatives or even
father and son.
the part eaten turned heavy on
my heart, tore me up
right to my conscience.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I Want To Die
Heavenly cursed and heavily sinned I
So, I do not want to live, I want to die
And I want to become a holy ghost
Whom the people would like the most.
Like the retreating soldiers I like to come back
To my own permanent and eternal home
You may call it a suicide or martyrdom.
In my real home I see the news
Coming from the lipstick coated lips
In the television of my molten death
People are sobbing with a heavy breath.
The atmosphere is heavy and they feel the pain
This thrills me and gives a feeling of gain.
The only son of my father
The only darling of my mother
Fainted repeatedly on the cushion
Peal like tear drops coming from my beloved son,
Friends and relatives express grief in the community hall,
All these excite me and I sought to say'' I love you all.''
For the first time in my life in my last ritual I listen
From those men that I was really a very very good man.
In such intense atmosphere of gloom and sad
My heart cheers and I become too much glad.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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God Himself Cries
Joseph Manduke Poems
Poetry and thoughts written after 1956
Friday, July 18,2008
God himself Cries
When love is true and lost the universe itself weeps
God himself cries when love is lost
Love is not contained
Galaxies weep when true love is lost
Nay, clusters of galaxies stop turning in infinity when love dies
God cries
The creator's heart itself, the infinite word
the power of creation that is love, waits
Takes pause in the tear
takes a moment from the foundation itself of all life and all hope
God sheds a tear
Such breaks the heart of the creator
When love is not preserved
Creation itself blinks out of reality,
And a moment is lost as God weeps for the loss of Love so precious
God himself cries
When Love is lost
Love is the creative force itself.
All is about love
God cries when love is unpure.
Creation stops and waits and takes a moment to mourn the lost lovers dream.
Preserve your Love.
Save the tears of God.
Sing a praise to having known true Love.
In the act of will that breaks a heart.
God cries.
Eternity wains under the creator's sadness
And we lose touch of precious binds to creation itself.
We lose our life and our fragile hold on humanity.
When love is lost,
Hope is lost,
Peace is lost,
And God cries
poem by Joseph Manduke
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Cry a tear
Cry a tear for the women of abuse
Cry a tear for those who abuse
Cry a tear those in broken marraiges
Cry a tear for everyone who feels used
Cry a tear for the teens of prostitution
Cry a tear for the teens on drugs
Cry a tear for teens under pressure
Cry a tear for teens without love
Cry a tear for the child of slave labour
Cry a tear for the child of rape
Cry a tear for the people who did this to them
Cry a tear for all those who hate
Cry a tear for HIV/AIDS
Cry a tear for destroyed homes
Cry a tear for the wickedness of suicide
Cry a tear for everyone who feels alone
Cry a tear for people in jail
Cry a tear for those who sin
Cry a tear for people who have lost someone
Cry a tear for those who cheat to win
Cry a tear for alcoholics
Cry a tear for people on the streets
Cry a tear for youngsters involved in crime
Cry a tear for everyone you meet
Cry a tear for abandoned babies
Cry a tear for poverty
Cry a tear for all the racism
Cry a tear for you and me
poem by Natasha Potter
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Lost
Now I understood what it meant
to get lost in someone else's eyes.
To get lost is when you look at me
and suddenly the world grows dim,
there's only you... in perfect view.
I felt like a standing corpse
all form of life gone -
for in those eyes, so dark
I lost myself in you.
No word, no phrase could redefine
the momentum of what I felt.
No prose, no poem could best describe
the words left unsaid.
My heart wanted belligerence,
but my thoughts turned to air.
My heart turned numb, my lips lame,
I was lost beneath your stares.
Your steady gaze drew me to you...
they drown me into you
till I hardly breathe,
my heart has leaped
heights I never knew.
In your eyes, the world fell
and my heart began to sink.
I understood my whole existence
could be shattered in a blink.
I understood that single word I never want to be.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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In Memory of Those who Fought and Died-Part I
The day the tears dried on your loved ones' faces...
The day those men in uniform carried your casket
to your last resting place...
The day the solemn sound of the bugle
was heard once and for all - in your name...
by your friends, comrades-in-arms, relatives
and mourners you did not even know...
The day that you did not hear the 21-gun salute
were fired not towards the enemy but
in your honor in deafening silence...
The day when they folded the flag neatly on
your funeral service then handed this
'gift of life' to your grieving mom and dad,
your spouse, your son, your daughter,
your brother or sister...
Was the day - the beginning...
you were forever remembered!
You are not forgotten and never will,
my buddy...my comrade.
As long as the stars and stripes,
fly proudly in every 50 states
...you will be remembered because
you are part of that flag.
Yes, you are even part of those
who abuse and misuse this so-called
precious freedom that you have died for.
They, too, are indebted to you.
The freedom we have now -
we may not cherished were it not
for your bravery, patriotism and the lives
you sacrificed to fight it with.
Freedom to argue; freedom to protest
and demonstrate; freedom to vote and
not to vote, freedom to elect our leaders
and damn them too; freedom to burn the flag -
Let them be!
That is what real freedom is all about.
America will always be a great nation,
today, tomorrow and forever...
because of you!
poem by Don Allan Dinio
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One Short Story
He was a boy
Who felt like a man
She was a girl
From a far away land
Far more beautiful
Than the picture in his hand
She had eyes
That would draw him in
They took a plane ride
Together they would find
Her long lost smile
They went home again
Back to her friends
Back to repair her heart
He loved this girl
With all of his heart
He wanted her mind
Her secrets and her trust
She would never do him any harm
He'd give her the world
If it sat in his palm
One rainy day
It was dark in the sky
She turned and she said to him
With grey in her eyes
Go home again
Go back to your friends
Go back and repair your heart
Go home again
Go back to your friends
Go back and repair your heart
His heart turned to liquid
And it trickled from his eyes
All he could do now
At this point in his life
Was to go home again
Back to his friends
Back to repair his heart
Go home again
Go back to your friends
Go back and repair your heart
song performed by by Xavier Rudd
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One Short Story
He was a boy
Who felt like a man
She was a girl
From a far away land
Far more beautiful
Than the picture in his hand
She had eyes
That would draw him in
They took a plane ride
Together they would find
Her long lost smile
They went home again
Back to her friends
Back to repair her heart
He loved this girl
With all of his heart
He wanted her mind
Her secrets and her trust
She would never do him any harm
He'd give her the world
If it sat in his palm
One rainy day
It was dark in the sky
She turned and she said to him
With grey in her eyes
Go home again
Go back to your friends
Go back and repair your heart
Go home again
Go back to your friends
Go back and repair your heart
His heart turned to liquid
And it trickled from his eyes
All he could do now
At this point in his life
Was to go home again
Back to his friends
Back to repair his heart
Go home again
Go back to your friends
Go back and repair your heart
song performed by by Xavier Rudd
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A Simple Warning
You stare at it as if you've never
seen it. You eat it up like it's the
best thing you've ever eaten. Your
life is consumed with anger. You spend
your days eaten up with greed and lies.
It feels like home
It fits like a glove
to your life but this isn't
the way it was meant to bear
Yet you've known no different.
You are fed lies told greed is a
new lifestyle. Don't get fooled by the lies.
Greed will eat you up
Lies will tear you apart.
How do you survive. I cannot say but
don't fall into the path of lies and greed
for it will destroy you
She is my daughter, I am her father
When she cries
My heart cries
I feel Stabbed by
A sharp knife
Her tears make me
Writhe in pain
When she laughs
My heart jumps in joy
When she is away
In my mind
Thoughts about her play
Worried of her welfare
Unable to concentrate
My mind sways
She is the melody
Of my life’s song
Dearest
Of all the faces
I am the plant
She, my flower
The most precious
Gift to me
From my wife
She is my daughter
I am her father
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Back In Pain
Fight for the right thing
Fight for yourself-no one should run your life
Believe in you- its just the best to do
Before youre giving up
Stay put and give yourself a chance to grow
Get tough and rough- defend yourself on time
Get coming back for more
You gotta push it through
Youre gonna make the truth come true
Back in pain- freedom is not free
Back in pain- freedom is not free
You see yourself so busy
Doing things people always telling you to do
No matter what- always on your own
Fight just for the right thing
Go all the way and never ever change it
Get coming back for more
You gotta push it through
Youre gonna make the truth come true
Back in pain- I wanna see your pride
Back in pain- freedom is not free
Back in pain- youre gonna win this fight
Back in pain- freedom is not free, yeah
Oh yeah, you cant do it on your own
I tell ya nothing, nothing new
You gotta see yourself as what you are
Blinded by light and lost- lost in the dark
Back in pain- I wanna see your pride
Back in pain- freedom is not free
Back in pain- youre gonna win this fight
Back in pain- freedom is not free, yeah
Back in pain- I wanna see your pride
Back in pain
song performed by by U. D. O.
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My Torment
laughters in my head but nothings funny
save me from these demons in my head
as they began to surround me
i begin to grace this pain
as my eye slip away
tell me father whats there in life for me
my beating heart gives way
my mind turns silent as no
thoughts seem to come through
my live mind got me three strike in
as days and moments seem to change
i begin to transform as this guy in the
mirror no longer resembles me
poem by Robert Roberts
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Mercy Me
Father where are you in my life?
I look for you..., in my wife,
I dream you hold me up,
Let me drink..., from your cup,
You know I left you, to taste life,
Father..., all I found is strife,
Mercy... is my cry,
Love please... don't you die,
Father... make it quick,
Let Mercy be your trick,
I found in the heart of man,
A hole just the size of a can,
It is easy to forget,
With love there's no regret,
Please see me for who I am,
Father.., I am just a man,
Through pain and loss of life,
Comes a knowing of what is right,
I see now that I left your side,
With no thought of where to hide,
Deep within my heart it lies,
A sea of love to you it cries,
Let my fear and greed...,
Please not betray your seed,
Don't bleed a tear from your eye,
But lift me up so not to die,
Father..., I need your vision,
Endless love, no more derision,
Mercy... is my cry,
Love please... don't you die,
Father... make it quick,
Let Mercy be your trick,
My dream is but to alight,
Your heavenly steps, tonight,
To feel your warm glow,
And your love..., to know,
Then all men will leave fear,
For you have shed your tear.
April 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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Pain Pain by cedrick dennis
Pain Pain over here pain over there Pain in my heart pain in my soul Pain in my mind Pain in my skin pain in my bones Pain being caused left and right Pain being caused till the heart bleeds red Pain being caused till the skin and bone rip Pain being caused till you break into tears Pain at school Pain at home Pain in my head, pain in my heart Pain in my mind, pain in my soul Pain happening in my sleep Pain happening in my thoughts Pain happening when I’m alone Pain happening in the shower, in my room, in my bed, in my house where I’m all alone Pain happening every hour, every minute, every second of my life Pain caused by anger and hate Pain caused by hurt Pain caused by greed Pain caused by sorrow and depression Pain caused by grief and confusion Pain caused by your family and friends Pain caused by the world Pain caused by people you love Pain driving me crazy Causing me to take pills till it fills up my veins I go to sleep never to wake up and see that light The light that will end my pain for good
poem by Cedrick Dennis
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Ive Found A Reason
Written by ricky & kim wilde
Been a long time alone now
Only live every day on my own terms
Doing everything my way
If you dont understand you had to learn
You say you see a different world
That you dont believe in what I say
Now you walk into my world
Aware of the danger
But you wont turn away
Somewhere down the road I left a part of me behind
The girl you want to know left years ago
Before she lost her mind
You brought back the heart in me
I thought Id never find
cos I didnt care before
But now Ive found a reason
Baby, how did you find me
Ive been lost for so long without a trace
You came back to remind me
Got me back from a sad and lonely place
And all the ghosts have disappeared
Youve taken away the things Ive feared
Ive turned my back on all the pain
You gave me a reason to llive my life again
Somewhere down the road I left a part of me behind
The girl you want to know left years ago
Before she lost her mind
You brought back the heart in me
I thought Id never find
cos I didnt care before
But now Ive found a reason
You were there before my eyes
How could I have been so blind
Ive got one life
Ive been wasting time
You came to save this heart of mine
And all the ghosts have disappeared
Youve taken away the things Ive feared
Ive turned my back on all the pain
You gave me a reason to llive my life again
Somewhere down the road I left a part of me behind
The girl you want to know left years ago
Before she lost her mind
You brought back the heart in me
I thought Id never find
cos I didnt care before
But now Ive found a reason
Now Ive found a reason
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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The Nemesis Of Man
I hear the screams
I feel the pain
crashing, destroying, and annihilating whatever heart
that's left in this world.
Confusion taking over the fragile mind
Greed tearing apart so many lives
Pain amongst pain, pang of guilt tearing apart the
human heart
Can it be true?
The heavens are crying, shedding tears of sorrow
Watching us penetrate anguish into our own souls
Is it all a nightmare - a creation of our self conscious?
A quiet, ticking voice - controlling our every moment
Too invisible for the human eyes - to see, to feel,
or to comprehend.
We see 'them' working their evil - taken over by greed,
animosity and hate
Man's worst enemy is man himself
As the stands of time continue to fall -
will civilization perish or stand tall?
poem by Rumana Ahmed
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Green Is The Colour
Stabbed in the back by an unexpected foe,
a gross missconduct by any nature,
a means of life denied by unknown faults,
a falling unforgiven by thy own will.
Tortured by a greed unwanting,
greeted by answers greater than wealth,
apologies meant to be answered,
thrown by words easily said.
For green is the colour by lifes understanding,
a tale explained by the fortunes of many,
lost is the colour by my own eyes,
a dagger in the back always my demise.
Look forth my friend for your own will dishonered,
a fiendish will, bound by another,
grasp the colour of thy own will,
for greed is the answer coloured by green.
Bound by an existence of fruitfull torment,
taken from a will of an uncoloured mind,
penniless cries come unanswered,
forgotten is the portrait of deaths unanswered cry.
A willingness to live by a forgotten rule untamed by the greed of many,
life withought love always unaswered, green is the colour tamed by greed....
poem by Shane Lewicki
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Is This Call Pain
standing here across the see
the sea waves crash the rocks and end in the end
the clouds passing by and get over again
a day end with no coming back again
i wander to my self why my pain will never end
see new life coming and never come the same again
see old man dying and never line again
year in life passing by and never come again
i ask my self why my pain never leave me
why my pain never end
is it me the pain
is what i am made of the pain
suffer and endure all my life
what i am mistaking
nails tear my heart
evil wispier in my ears
healing is never use to me
Gods healing useless any more
every thing end except pain
every thing is false except pain
pain of my heart pain of my soul
i am living with pain i am the pain
poem by Aryabod Siharyvani
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Piano {Klavier}
They say to me
Open this door
curiosity screams
Whatever could it be
Back behind that door
A piano
The keys are all dusty
The strings are all untuned
Back behind that door
At the piano
But she plays no more
It so long ago
On the piano
She's who I hear
She began to play
She took my breath away
She said to me too
That I'll stay with you
But it just seemed to be
She played alone for me
I poured her blood
On the fire of my rage
I locked up her shrine
They questioned in time
At the piano
She's who I hear
She began to play
She took my breath away
At the piano
I stand by her
But it just seemed to be
She played alone for me
They opened up the door
And how they cried
I heard her mother plea
her father struck out at me
They tore her from her chair
No one believed me there
I was so insane
With the strech and the pain
At the piano
She's who I hear
She began to play
She took my breath away
At the piano
She's who I hear
As I began to play
I took her breath away
song performed by by Rammstein
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A boy living near a buddhist temple can learn an untaught sutra by heart.
The Death Of Goddesses
It used to be hard
for women,
snowed in their white lives,
white lies,
to write books
with that fine frenzy
which commends genius
to posterity,
yet estranges it
from its closest
friends.
Women were friends to all,
& being too friendly
they could not command
the unfriendly prerogatives
of genius,
though some were
geniuses still,
destroying
only themselves
with the torment
of the unfriendly ghost
trapped in a friendly
form.
Oh the women who died
dissembling friendship
for the world!
Oh the women who turned
the dagger inward
when it wished
to go out,
who impaled themselves
on Womanhood itself!
No vampire
could be
as greedy for blood,
no father or husband
as bullying.
A woman punishing herself
with her own pain
is a fierce opponent indeed.
It is self against self,
dagger to dagger,
blood of her blood,
blood of her daughter,
blood of her mother,
her menses, her moon,
all pooled together,
one crimson sea.
It is the awful auto da fé,
the sublime seppuku,
Sante Sebastiana
as archer
& victim too.
The arrow flies from her bow.
She runs, fleet as Diana,
& stops it
with her breast.
Enough!
cried the Women-Who-Cared.
Henceforth we will turn
our anger where it belongs.
We will banish the whitest lies.
We will speak the black truth as it is.
Our father- we spit back their sperm.
Our husbands- we spit back their names.
Our brothers- we suck back our love.
The self-righteous inherit the earth,
& anger speaks louder that love.
Love is a softness
the weak cannot afford,
& sex a Darwinian bribe.
But who wants the earth as a gift
when it is empty as space,
when women grow hard
as bronze madonnas
& Diana loves only her stag?
When Persephone stays in hell
the entire year,
then how can spring
begin?
poem by Erica Jong
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