Crise Cardiaque
One slipped without a groan,
sensed, stumbling, scorching chill
shiver deep within,
sharp stab burst brittle bone.
Heart vain saw fear vein fill.
Silence mid midday din –
the sirens – all alone –
stifled, oppressing shrill.
The city seemed to spin
as top without a tone
topsy-turvy struck will,
figure of eight fate. Chin
struck pavement grave, meant moan
but, stifled, knew no ill.
infinity with din
Met meteorite, turned stone,
clogged artery foot bill,
no time repentance, sin.
Sepia-dyed monochrome.
Another soul, culled in,
sighed once, forever still,
soul raced to space unknown...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Jungle Man
Deep inside the soul hole
Of Mother Earth
Father Time came
With a supersonic supersonic burst
His soul monkey sperm tribes
Racing to be first
Her ruby fruit jungle
Givin' bush baby bush baby birth
The baby was a boy
But I think what stunned her
Is that this bare breasted baby
Was a baby boy boy boy boy wonder
Crackin' from his thumb bone
Came thelonious thunder
Fill the sky with hellfire
From way down down down under
I am a jungle man
I am a jungle man
I am a jungle man
I get all the bush I can
Erupting from the ground
In hollywood he glowed
His jungle turned to concrete
His funk bone bone bone bone to stone
Like a full blown volcano
I must let it be known
That through this boy's vein
Atomic lava blood flows and flows
His soul shocking sounds
They make the mountains moan
This boy's become a man
It's time to take take take
Take the throne
I am a jungle man
I am a jungle man
I am a jungle man
I get all the bush I can
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers from Freaky Styley
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Topsy-turvy
I'm upside down, inside out.
Cannot figure what I'm about.
I'm sometimes up, sometimes down,
sometimes smile and sometimes frown.
Topsy-turvy is what I am.
Seems I'm always in a jam.
Need to get my head on straight.
Probably need to meditate.
Slow right down and just let loose.
Just stop being a silly goose.
Topsy-turvy is what I am.
Seems I'm always in a jam.
Need to take a good deep look.
Make myself an open book.
Need to figure out what's wrong.
Bring back the peace where I belong.
Topsy-turvy, not anymore.
Got my feet straight on the floor.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Our Topsy-Turvy World
In the very very topsy-turvy world
Straight lines are elliptically curled
Way above is found below
Jungles covered up with snow
In the very very topsy-turvy world
In the world, so very very topsy-turvy
Ascorbic acid always brings on scurvy
Books with empty pages
Are read by all the sages
In the world, so very very topsy-turvy
The world of topsy-turvy consternation
Filled with topsy-turvy complications
Where the right is on the left
The most happy, most bereft
In this world of topsy-turvy situations
Foolish topsy-turvys heed no warnings
Sure there’s no such thing as global warming
They’re happy on their land
With their heads down in the sand
Where brain-less topsy-turvys bury warnings
In our world of topsy-turvy politicians
Concerned enough to better our conditions
They’ll be always there for you
With an honest point of view
In our world of topsy-turvy politicians
In our world where topsy-turvy is the norm
Where we’re taught the only way is to conform
Where nothing is quite sane
Where peace can never reign
So long as topsy-turvy is the norm
poem by Stanley Cooper
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Silence and pain
Silence has built a wreckage of a girl
Silence feeds on her loneliness.
Bringing with it pain and sadness
Black clouds haunt and torment.
A young woman is struck and wrecked.
Struck, wrecked and destroyed by depression.
There is no sound of laughter or joy here.
she has chucked in the towel today
Her soul slowly rots away into decay.
soon depression will claim her.
Emptiness builds itshome in this young woman
Silence and sadness has bred her soul and heart.
A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes
And eats away at every connecting thread
Confusion feeds like a savage inside her,
Leaving no worthy remains
Destined to walk through life Alone.
She realises her fate.
She knows depression will forever have a hold
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Unknown
This unknown figure...
This unknown place...
Where am I at anyways?
This unknown feeling that I have,
This unknown pain inside;
I can't run away from.
Unknown heart, Unknown soul,
All unknown and all gone.
Sadden by all of this and all that's left..
Is me with no feeling...
I'm gone and lost and can't find a way out!
I'm an unknown person,
And an unknown girl who can't be seen.
I'm invisible, I'm a nobody,
I'm an unknown figure to people.
I'm gone forever and ever...right?
poem by Jessica Lee
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Be In My Heart
What did I ever do for you, that you should die for me
And what did I ever give to you, that you should live in me
Now and forever and always true, your love has found a way
As I was, I am and always will be, will be
Be in my heart, be in my head, be in my soul tonight
Live in my words, let it be said, live in my life tonight
Pray that I never take in vain, the name I hold most dear
His love in very heart of me, casts out all doubt and fear
Now and forever and always true, your love has found a way
As I was, I am and always will be, will be
Be in my heart, be in my head, be in my soul tonight
Live in my words, let it be said, live in my life tonight
Tonight we shall sweetly sleep
Tonight by still waters deep
Tonight for my soul to keep, still waters lead me to your
Still waters, I need to drink of your still waters
Now that I know the kind of love that comes to fill me up
Fill me anew with love from you and overflow my cup
Now and forever and always true, your love has found a way
As I was, I am and always will be, will be
Be in my heart, be in my head, be in my soul tonight
Live in my words, let it be said, live in my life tonight
Still waters running deep
Still waters my soul to keep
Still waters its your love flowing over me
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Tipsy Dazy
Miss Tipsy Dazy you're topsy turvy
Say one minute everything seem fine
Tipsy Dazy you're topsy turvy
The next minute we're in a puss and dog fight
That's not really right
Seems as the day grow old
Our love grow cold
Remember you been told
Love can't be bought nor sold
Tipsy Dazy you're topsy turvy
Say one minute everything's just right dynamite
Tipsy Dazy you're topsy turvy
Next minute we're in this great big fight
That ain't my style of life
When everything seem secure
I can't just be too sure
'Cause you can wake up one day
Not in love any more
Hey! Remember you've been told
Love can't be bought nor sold
Seems as the days grow old
Our love grow cold
Tipsy Dazy topsy turvy saying
One minute everything seem right
Tipsy Dazy you're topsy turvy
Next minute we're in this great big fight
That's not really right
Once more can't say you never been told
Love can't be bought or sold
But it seems as tehm days grow
Our heat grow cold
Tipsy Dazy your're topsy turvy
One minute everything just fine really divine
Tipsy Dazy you're really turvy
Next next minute next minute next minute yea
Tipsy, Tipsy Dazy topsy, really turvy
One minute we're in a great big fight
song performed by by Ziggy Marley
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Alone With Everybody
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.
there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.
nobody ever finds
the one.
the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
nothing else
fills.
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poem by Charles Bukowski
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This Lonely Self
The search for sense amidst life’s solitude
Has topsy-turvy turned beliefs for years.
Is happiness goal sought, or flight from fears,
Sensed as years’ tears, insensitive, intrude?
Life jokes at our expense, all feel pursued
Or haunted by time passed where chimes’ arrears
No substitute may pay when Death appears.
Experience must always be renewed.
Links into future tense we seem when viewed,
Yet each bud’s snipped by Time’s sharp scissor shears.
Soon all returns to naught. Night swiftly smears
Experiments ephemeral yet crude.
Let who would trace indelible here ink
For second thoughts upon life’s sonnet think...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Why Do I Love You So?
A rhetorical question to be sure
I love you because;
My heart raced the very first time I met you
There was something strangely familiar in your eyes
A memory from some other time and place
A lightning bolt struck my heart…
My heart etched with your name forever
Our first kiss was sublime and like no other
Alas, we were too young to consummate our love
I left to make my way in life
You stayed behind to continue education
Others came and went for both of us
You with yours, I with mine
Young hearts torn apart by time and distance
Hearts aching for what was cruelly taken
Only distant memories remain;
Yet, love has granted consolation
You live in my very soul
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Demolition Derby
We're gonna take you to a demolition derby (yeah)
It's on a Saturday night and the boys want to rock
Gotta get some action, not yourself
Meet you at the ally
Everybody get about at night
School's out and we can't keep still
Gotta hold myself back and wait until
Tonight's the night
All hell's gonna break loose
We're gonna take you to a demolition derby
We're gonna make you topsy-turvy
We're gonna take you to a demolition derby
Now now now now now now now
The neighbors are screamin' "hey, stop that noise"
Give 'em a wink and shout "kill him, boys"
My daddy saw me now
He wouldn't let me out for a week
Trooby's got a sprain and Blondy's got his back
Noodle's with his action, better watch him for that
I've got my shoe shine in my pocket
Everybody's ready, let's go
We're gonna take you to a demolition derby
We're gonna make you topsy-turvy
We're gonna take you to a demolition derby
Now now now now right now
We're gonna take you to a demolition derby
We're gonna make you topsy-turvy
We're gonna take you to a demolition derby
Now now now now now now now NOW!
No no nooooooooooo!!
We're gonna take you to a demolition derby
We're gonna make you topsy-turvy
We're gonna take you to a demolition derby
Now now now now now now
We're gonna take you to a demolition derby
We're gonna make you topsy-turvy
We're gonna take you to a demolition derby
Now now now now now now now
We're gonna take you
We're gonna make you
We're gonna take you to a demolition derby
Now now now now now now now now
Now now n
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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Searching For Soul
SEARCHING THE SOUL
Searching the soul strumming the guitar's sullen strings
Making music to resonate the sorrow of the moment
Roaming on the fret with fingers showing the feelings
Trying to blend the tears of grieving heart's sentiment
Searching the soul for the reasons of the event
Hoping to find the answers for what it meant
Searching the soul to find a way to repent
Trying to forget the bitter past of torment
Searching the soul for love of life that slipped away
Helpless victim of the fate of cruelty of the time
Playing the sad tunes with emotions that is in disarray
Crying in silence while playing the guitar twine
poem by Mittur Ramprasad
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Bring On The Dancing Horses
Jimmy Brown
Made of stone
Charlie Clown
No way home
Bringing on the dancing horses
Headless and all alone
Shiver and say the words
Of every lie you've heard
First I'm gonna make it
Then I'm gonna break it
Till it falls apart
Hating all the faking
And shaking while I'm breaking
Your brittle heart
Billy stands
All alone
Sinking sand
Skin and bone
Bring on the dancing horses
Wherever they may roam
Shiver and say the words
Of every lie you've heard
First I'm gonna make it
Then I'm gonna break it
Till it falls apart
Hating all the faking
And shaking while I'm breaking
Your brittle heart
Brittle heart
Brittle heart
And my little heart
Goes
Jimmy Brown
Made of stone
Charlie Clown
No way home
First i'm gonna make it
Then i'm gonna break it
Till it falls apart
Hating all the faking
And shaking while i'm breaking
Your brittle heart
Bring on the new messiah
Wherever he may roam...
Brittle heart
Brittle heart
And our little hearts
Go
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Searching The Soul
Searching the soul strumming the guitar's sullen strings
Making music to resonate the sorrow of the moment
Roaming on the fret with fingers showing the feelings
Trying to blend the tears of grieving heart's sentiment
Searching the soul for the reasons of the event
Hoping to find the answers for what it meant
Searching the soul to find a way to repent
Trying to forget the bitter past of torment
Searching the soul for love of life that slipped away
Helpless victim of the fate of cruelty of the time
Playing the sad tunes with emotions that is in disarray
Crying in silence while playing the guitar twine
poem by Mittur Ramprasad
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Minor Breathing
If only you could see.
What lies behind these fragile eyes.
The knowledge of these tears.
The reason I seem malign.
See, I was never prideful.
And forever, I felt scorned.
One's silence may seem frightful.
When he bows his head forlorn.
Knowing I've never fully triumphed.
Any chaos I have fought.
I cracked my blade in battle.
A repair that can't be bought.
Not pessimistic, nor of naught.
I just see things as they are.
That's probably why I can't believe.
How I've made it this far.
For, every path I trot.
I hear that wretched lonely tone.
And every breath exhaled.
I hear that solemn minor tone.
If only you could feel.
This fixated and tender heart.
These weakening hands still claw.
At it's reflective, fallen shards.
And in my somber dreams.
A cacophony of screams.
This madness, I can take.
Until that melody awakes.
For every move I make.
I hear that wretched lonely tone.
And every vein that pumps.
I hear that solemn minor tone.
That savage, painful tone.
Embedded in my flesh and bone.
The melodic burden drones.
My soul echoes it's metronome.
poem by Aaron Lynn
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On A Clear Day, I Can See Forever
On a clear day, I can see forever-
But forever is ne'er more near
Than when I think of you and I together,
As we would be, if I lived in a world sans fear;
In those days, I was only able to see 'tomorrow',
Naught more, and thought I knew not what love meant;
Now, I look back at my naivete with the sorrow
That a broken heart gifts, wondering where my love went!
Oh, to do it all over again-sikerly I would-
But I cannot, so thoughts as this, do no good.
We may, however, be so blessed if we begin anew-
And shall, if you love me as I love you!
Ah, but to see forever, where today is merely its start,
Would inspire my soul and surely embolden this heart,
Which now knows not fear, only its betterment,
And casts aside any form of fret as just another impediment
That keeps my heart in darkness, where it craves light-
My soul from its inspiration, and my mind, from fanciful flight!
On a clear day, we may see forever,
Though not with our eyes, and only together!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Exile In Majestic Silence
EXILE IN MAJESTIC SILENCE
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# Exile in silence,
Majestic silence
Silence, but not to:
blunt senses.
To sharpen…
be more eloquent…
be greater creative…
inside the within,
and within….
[Silence is golden] #
# ‘No-Entry’ board:
to din and bustle,
to topsy turvy,
One way traffic,
Bubbles of subconscious,
For synthesis / creation.
[Silence is golden] #
# In silence,
I discover:
my dichotomous me:
material me,
subtle me,
soul,
mind.
Enjoy - emancipation,
Identity / Reality
Total nihilism,
Void ness in pan-existence
[Yes! Silences is golden] #
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poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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This Time When I Met Her
Gorgeous.. fulgent.. self-esteemed
Surpassing any beauty heavenly
Tinseling her aureolin in racemes
'twixt her buddy-green all gleeful
Round her aureole buzzing beetles
In swinging breeze singing a melody
Caught awe-struck drowned my mind
Then my heart, my soul all pretty
She demanded a song from me
For her to dance an elysian style
Awe-struck me in silence too silent
'A song' she demanded...only in vain
My ear drums beat me..only in vain
Angry her one grape - bunch cursed me
Then paled bunches all slowly faded
She's gone buzzing beetle me waiting
Who's she? flora Golden Shower
Golden Shower-Cassia Fistula(Sarakondrai)
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Ye Spirits Of The Free
Ye spirits of the free,
Can ye forever see
Your brother man
A yoked and scourged slave
Chains dragging to his grave,
And raise no hand to save?
Say if you can.
In pride and pomp to roll,
Shall tyrants from the soul
God’s image tear,
And call the wreck their own,—
While, from the eternal throne,
They shut the stifled groan
And bitter prayer?
Shall he a slave be bound,
Whom God hath doubly crowned
Creation’s lord ?
Shall men of Christian name,
Without a blush of shame
Profess their tyrant claim
From God’s own word ?
No! at the battle cry,
A host prepared to die,
Shall arm for fight—
But not with martial steel,
Grasped with a murderous zeal ;
No arms their foes shall fell,
But love and light.
Firm on Jehovah’s laws,
Strong in their righteous cause,
They march to save.
And vain the tyrant’s mail,
Against their battle—hail,
Till cease the woe and wail
Of tortured slave !
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Stainless
As rain brims rivers, springs life on the world,
love’s currents course through artery and vein,
vitality sustain, without which brain
sideways stumbles, soul dumb, flag fast furled.
When destinies together dance we’re whirled
by circumstance, or through Fate's unseen chain, -
although one-sided meeting may remain,
vain, or rejected, as a stitch unpurled.
Life's challenge must be met to free dreams pearled.
Despite the oyster's ugly shell, no stain
may mar reflections pure to cure the bane
where unshared emotions Time sends whorled
in ripples round from core to furthest part -
as heart from heart is drawn too far apart...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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