Self Myth
Flamingo flames as dangerous as doubt
I doubt your sincere whispers
Concave of fear
The little elves are tattle tales
You bookmark the ages of sanity
Lean on the cathedral of choice
Others have made your choice
Your brave identity is fabricated
Noble Shelley rests by Keats
Adjectives in earth's karmic venue
Blight of the forlorn swords
Knowledge is the sorrow of time
Remember the witch of Macbeth?
Byron dies in Greece
Paris cafe with dim light
Mistress of the ravens talon
You know all the poets
Recite the kindest soliloquies
I believed you now I see
Self myth conjures Shakespeare
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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A Pig's-Eye View Of Literature
The Lives and Times of John Keats,
Percy Bysshe Shelley, and
George Gordon Noel, Lord Byron
Byron and Shelley and Keats
Were a trio of Lyrical treats.
The forehead of Shelley was cluttered with curls,
And Keats never was a descendant of earls,
And Byron walked out with a number of girls,
But it didn't impair the poetical feats
Of Byron and Shelley,
Of Byron and Shelley,
Of Byron and Shelley and Keats.
poem by Dorothy Parker
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To a Mistress Dying
Lover. YOUR beauty, ripe and calm and fresh
As eastern summers are,
Must now, forsaking time and flesh,
Add light to some small star.
Philosopher. Whilst she yet lives, were stars decay'd,
Their light by hers relief might find;
But Death will lead her to a shade
Where Love is cold and Beauty blind.
Lover. Lovers, whose priests all poets are,
Think every mistress, when she dies,
Is changed at least into a star:
And who dares doubt the poets wise?
Philosopher. But ask not bodies doom'd to die
To what abode they go;
Since Knowledge is but Sorrow's spy,
It is not safe to know.
poem by Sir William Davenant
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Why do poets argue on forums?
Have any of the so called poets here
considered TRUE-ly how they are perceived
convincing themselves that they are sincere,
regardless of what' others' have believed?
The 'others', meaning- all of us and more
who witness from the sides or choose to speak.
That conscious choice to nod or to ignore...
That conscientious choice twixt strong and weak.
The evidence increases and compounds
with every spiteful riposte and rebuff.
The ignorance of all my peers, astounds
and begs me ask myself, ' Is this..Enough? '
OK, let's say. I tire of these afronts....?
Why don't you just grow up, you childish.....(POETS?)
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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Doubt
At first I had my doubt, that crossed with mystery,
Yet I hold you dear, to listened the words you say,
you never said them clear, but you said them differently,
So when you’re not there, I hear them breathe silently.
In doubt, I too fear; to repeat those words completely,
but losing fear, I may find the courage which finds you,
abiding in knowledge unclear; in time I may define reality,
yet still love you, and find manners have no clue.
We laughed and share memories passion and pain,
but doubt cheats on joy, and success can never rejoice,
to gain back every full moment left with that stain,
good manners taken to make the better choice.
Doubt at first, I thought was hard to bear,
until fear unclear removed the darkness into light,
and once that was done, I could walk on air,
and go where wisdom and mystery glow bright.
With no wings to fly, but if I sail towards that land,
that’s when I discover doubt had no place to hide,
from courage possessing the passions that are strong,
and seem content where love defines to stay inside.
poem by Gerry Legister
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Good Life
There is this door in front of you
If you don't open and see what behind it
You are going miss out on a lot
There is
Good life
If you just overcome your fear
There will be something amazing happen
You will never regret yourself if you just do it
If you want something so much
All you have to do is dig a little deeper
There is going to be ups and downs, but
If you believe in yourself and do it
You doing it with flying colors and
Good life
Happen because you did it
Just remeber that you're not alone
There is someone you can go to or lean on
You might think is hard and
Give up on yourself and doubt yourself too
Don't do that and
There is going to be ostacles that going block your way
So just face you fear
Good life
Will come to you and you see that you're strong enough to do it
You will be great when you do it
There is this door in front of you
If you don't open and
See what behind it
You going miss out on a lot
There is a
Good life
If you just overcome your fear
There will be something amazing happen
You will never regret yourself if you just do it
There are these two paths
You have to choose
One can lead you in dark or good path if you lucky enough
Just remember if you made wrong decision
Then next time try making the better choice.
Good life
Will come along way
So just hold on tight and be brave
It going to be worthwhile if you just do it
Good life
poem by Christina Phan
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Choice of life
Human have a gift named a choice
Human have an illusion named a choice
There is no other creature that should decide more to live
Human have a hope called a choice
Human have despair called a choice
There is no other creature that trapped often in such continuous and repeat conflict
Some could turn good because one choice
Some could turn bad because one choice
All have the consequence but right or wrong will never be known before
Human have a wish for a choice
Human have regret for a choice
There is no other creature that always goes between happiness and sorrow
When a choice made not all may be satisfied
When a choice made not all may be rescued
But the change will never happened if we stay silent
Human have fate to choose
Human also choose their fate
The interaction of those things will create what people called the choice of life
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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To Believe or Not to Believe
Suppose I juxtapose two subjects
That normally contradict -
Faith & fate: now which would you,
Given a choice, incline to pick?
Well then we'd know your worldview,
Your basic mind and bent.
But you, clever lad, would no doubt add,
Your own effort, your life to fix.
And, what the hell, no doubt you'll tell
It's your choice, your own free will.
Indeed it is, choose wisely then;
Your fate is in your hands.
poem by Patrick Grogan
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She Pointed At Me
When the world became harsh on her,
When they tried to manipulate her choice,
When they said they know better,
Among the great was i novice,
She pointed at me
While they searched for better,
Resting on the bed was I,
They claimed to be great and mighty,
Among all the noble man she made a choice,
She pointed at me
Shivering was i in fear,
Among champions, was an amatuer,
Among the rich i was poor,
Yet she made a choice,
She pointed at me
Can i be the one?
Myself i asked with anxiety,
Looking into my eyes she smiled,
Regardless of that and regarding this,
She pointed at me
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Romantic - Yeah, Right!
Romantic - yeah, right!
3 November 2004
Sitting 'round the table,
hands are in the air;
Asking professor Evans
how and when and where.
The English Romantic Movement
is the stuff we're learning about -
the romance and the counter
to the conflicts round about.
Shelley, Keats and Byron -
they wrote, they were well-read;
it was dangerous to think then,
so easy to lose your head.
And all the way through history
while wars are going on,
there were folks who kept on fighting
for peace with verse and song.
I was an innocent flower child -
sixties, peace and love for sure.
Time of the Vietnam conflict,
protesting that bloody war.
Couldn't understand the killings,
what was it all about?
All we could do was retreat
to a fantasy world - but could shout
against the establishment, who
believed their right to destroy
all those with other convictions.
Might is right - remember that, boy!
So there we have the story!
Romantic Movement is just
a protest agains the rulers
and their overpowering lust.
Power corrupts the group in power
and poets can only write
that they hate the corrupt
and greedy ones -
sword cuts deep
but pen is might!
poem by Dafyd Smith
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No Doubt
You should know
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt
You should know
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt... no doubt
You should know
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt
You should know
No doubt, no doubt
You should know by now that I really like when youre around
Its so irreplaceable, what we have with you and i
And you should know by now that we belong on each others team
One of the greatest things that came to be is you and me, you and me
I hope by now you recognize no matter what Im here for life
You aint getting rid of me, that is just the bottom line
I think you understand by now we can always work it out
No matter what, Im down, Im down
There aint no doubt that I still love you
No doubt I love you babe, really really love you babe
There aint no doubt that I still want you
No doubt I want you babe, really really want you babe
Shouldnt be no doubt that Im here for you
No doubt Im here for you, really really here for you
I have no doubt about being with you
Its me for you
Thinking back on what I did to cause you so much pain
It was such a silly thing I did to our relationship
But heres something from the heart, I really do apologize
Dont cut me off cause I really love ya
I love ya babe, love ya babe
And I want ya, I want ya babe, want ya babe
Said Im here for ya, for ya babe, for ya babe
Forever Im with you, Im with you
Baby cant you see you belong with me
Ill be here for you so Im telling you
There aint no doubt that I still love you
No doubt I love you babe, really really love you babe
There aint no doubt that I still want you
No doubt I want you babe, really really want you babe
Shouldnt be no doubt that Im here for you
No doubt Im here for you, really really here for you
I have no doubt about being with you
Its me for you
[spoken]
Look baby, I want you to know I love you
And I always will.. dont worry, cause you know...
There aint no doubt that I still love you
No doubt I love you babe, really really love you babe
There aint no doubt that I still want you
No doubt I want you babe, really really want you babe
Shouldnt be no doubt that Im here for you
No doubt Im here for you, really really here for you
I have no doubt about being with you
Its me for you
You should know
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt
You should know
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt... no doubt
You should know
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt
You should know
No doubt, no doubt
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Doubt
Where do you come from
doubt of mine?
You surface again and again
in time.
I cast you away.
I say 'Don't stay.'
And then the sun comes out
and I wonder where's the doubt?
It's gone and I revel in surety.
All my thinking is purity.
I move along and I am free
of all the doubt. It cannot be.
You are not here.
I do not fear
but before my day is through
more doubt is in view.
Where can I send you
so there's no return?
You are not welcome.
My heart does yearn
for cloudy days that have no doubt
when the sun is hidden and not about.
Then I'll awaken and I'll know
sweet peace forever.
The doubt will go.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Life is maze
Life path is made of a net work;
One makes a choice at each fork.
Forks are frequent; so are choices.
Some are vital, some trivial.
Choices are made impulsively;
Choices are made instantly;
Choices are made by habit,
Experience, knowledge and faith.
Between pain and pleasure,
Between hedonism and virtues
And between power and possession,
Everyone’s life oscillates.
It is nothing but a sea saw.
Not every choice would click,
However best it appeared.
Your progress is not sure.
Life is maze not made by you.
The success and the failure
Are incidental and accidental.
No choice other than making choice.
13.12.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Merciful Release?
Merciful Release.
The mist descended suddenly.
Totally unexpectedly.
I could not see to find my way
So I decided I should stay
Just where I was. It seemed to be.
The wisest choice
I’m not so certain that it was
I think perhaps that is because.
The clammy fog embraces me
And whispers to me quietly
You have no choice.
If I decide to let you go
I am quite certain you will know.
Not to brave the moors alone
These moors are mine all that I own
and I rejoice.
I have the power to heal or kill
I always had and always will.
These moors are worthy of respect
It is mission to protect.
It whispered sotto voice.
I will remember till I die.
There is no reason I should lie
The day the mist enveloped me
and whispered to me quietly
I hear that voice.
In nightmares to this very day.
Although it let me go my way.
I still retain the memory
Of the lesson taught to me.
The moors own voice.
Although it spoke so quietly
Is etched deep in my memory
I can’t forget although I try
And to this day I wonder why.
It made the choice
To set me free as suddenly
as the mist had captured me.
I don’t suppose I’ll ever know
Why it chose to let me go
I had no choice.
The moors have little time for fools
They can and will enforce their rules
I'm forced to take it seriously
Or pay the price
Tuesday,15 November 2011
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Why make it doubt—it hurts it so
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Why make it doubt—it hurts it so—
So sick—to guess—
So strong—to know—
So brave—upon its little Bed
To tell the very last They said
Unto Itself—and smile—And shake—
For that dear—distant—dangerous—Sake—
But—the Instead—the Pinching fear
That Something—it did do—or dare—
Offend the Vision—and it flee—
And They no more remember me—
Nor ever turn to tell me why—
Oh, Master, This is Misery—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Only Truth Can Prevail With Consistency
Whomever believes this life God has given us,
Should be made easier...
Does not pray enough.
Not in constant daily prayer.
Only truth can prevail with consistency.
Consider life as a dress rehearsal,
Kept practiced.
In and off the many stages one has to play.
As Shakespeare put it his way in his day!
God delivers those from doubt,
And removes shields of fear.
That is done...
When God is allowed,
To do His work without interference.
And anyone who hides behind fear and doubt,
In a reckless ambiguity...
Is only a part time lover of God.
And nothing God does is part time!
Or under-rehearsed.
God stays ready to see that we do our best.
You've got to know 'that'.
And keep it addressed.
Yes!
If you want to...
Make it easier for yourself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I think people are going to have a choice to make in the fall. But I think there's no doubt there are enough seats in play that could cause Republicans to gain control. There's no doubt about that.
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Hell Or Heaven
Mama used to say to me
You can make your destiny
Keep your feet planted on the ground
You can always get it back
Make a castle from a one room shack
It's what you make of what you've found
Son you're gonna find out when you're older
There's always been the hand of God
Resting right there on your shoulder
Will it be hell or heaven on Earth
The choice is up to you
Look to the sky, the answer is clear
Are you gonna live life for all it's worth
Choose hell or heaven on Earth
If you live it right
There's nothing to fear
'Cause you'll find heaven right here
Saw a man the other day
Had it made in every way
Till his greed brought him down
He was blinded by the city lights
Now he shivers in the cold at night
Who will save the lifeguard
When he's about to drown
Will it be hell or heaven on Earth
The choice is up to you
Look to the sky, the answer is clear
Are you gonna live life for all it's worth
Choose hell or heaven on Earth
If you live it right
There's nothing to fear
'Cause you'll find heaven right here
You know you're gonna walk on through the fire
You know you're gonna feel the pain
You know you're gonna lose if you wanna win the game
And every time your heart is breakin'
And every time your faith is shaken
Just remember what mama said
Oh yeah
Hope when my time has come
I'm left enough to build upon
Ain't no one gonna say I didn't try
And here's why
Hell or heaven on Earth
The choice is up to you
Look to the sky, the answer is clear
Are you gonna live life for all it's worth
Choose hell or heaven on Earth
If you live it right
There's nothing to fear
'Cause you'll find heaven right here
You'll find heaven right here (x3)
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Shine, Republic
The quality of these trees, green height; of the sky, shining, of
water, a clear flow; of the rock, hardness
And reticence: each is noble in its quality. The love of freedom
has been the quality of Western man.
There is a stubborn torch that flames from Marathon to Concord,
its dangerous beauty binding three ages
Into one time; the waves of barbarism and civilization have
eclipsed but have never quenched it.
For the Greeks the love of beauty, for Rome of ruling; for the
present age the passionate love of discovery;
But in one noble passion we are one; and Washington, Luther,
Tacitus, Aeschylus, one kind of man.
And you, America, that passion made you. You were not born
to prosperity, you were born to love freedom.
You did not say 'en masse,' you said 'independence.' But we
cannot have all the luxuries and freedom also.
Freedom is poor and laborious; that torch is not safe but hungry,
and often requires blood for its fuel.
You will tame it against it burn too clearly, you will hood it
like a kept hawk, you will perch it on the wrist of Caesar.
But keep the tradition, conserve the forms, the observances, keep
the spot sore. Be great, carve deep your heel-marks.
The states of the next age will no doubt remember you, and edge
their love of freedom with contempt of luxury.
poem by Robinson Jeffers
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Shade more than man
My bones were formed by sorrow
as shrines are built by doubt
Sorrow of being
Doubt of becoming
Sweat upon sand
Tide in, tide out
Inevitable
invisible
shipwreck in fog
I make soup for tomorrow
lost like a dog
between doubt and sorrow.
poem by Anthony Weir
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Not At Peace
It will be unwise not to make choice
If so, then you will have no voice
Things may go from good to bad
Events may turn in disfavor to make you sad
Choice can’t be wrong
As they are not meant to be cheap song
They are to be made out of compulsion
Merely to stand fast against the confusion
You have choice when things are lying in abundance
You have all means to enjoy it at once
You are blessed with all fortune
Things move in favor with fine tune
The choice disappears as soon as time runs out
All worries and troubles may surface to worry about
You will be pushed in the corner to think seriously
The attack will be from all sides continuously
Choice is for the rich and not poor
They will be shunted from door to door
No one may land sympathetic ear
You may suffer endlessly for years
The sufferer may have no choice
As he has to surrender and fulfill the promises
That he will abide by all conditions
Suppress all views and no more ignitions
Only brave people can make choice
Rest all may die daily with threat of demise
They can do nothing amidst constant threat
The choice may be hardly considered great
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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