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Mossy Logs

Bury me by mossy logs,
By rotten fungi in foggy bogs,
And leave me to decay in peace,
Dilapidated, destroyed, deceased.

poem by Joshua Dinkin
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Bury Me Now!

bury me now,
at the feet of your freedom.
bury me now,
in the bowl of your hunger.
bury me now,
in the healing balm.
bury me now,
in the hand that comforts.
bury me now,
at the foot of the birthing bed.
bury me now,
in the march for peace.
bury me now,
let my body be the bridge.
bury me now,
and give names to the faces!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Nitroglycerin

Did anybody ever tell you
The apple in your eye is rotten
Encased with the loose ends
And under us with the downtrodden

Remember the sunsets
Drain out the bleeding skies
Hurry now to see their demise
Soles of feet become Nitroglycerin

This orchid only blooms
Once in so many moons
It's a funeral gazed congregation
For the shallow hurt you are

Tied up in a rat king
Bury me bury me
Leave none at all to see to see
Your conspiracy becomes Nitroglycerin.

poem by Cheryl McDonnell
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Surrounded

One foggy day, one foggy night,
no sun, nor moon to give us light.
An opaque mist steals over all,
not see-through, just an eerie sprawl
of candy floss. Such tones of white,
lingering like a odious blight.

One foggy dawn, one foggy chill,
there is no warmth, temperature nil.
It’s closing in, and firmly wrapped,
no sign of lift, one’s feeling trapped
here in our world. Sits, silent, still,
trespassing of its own free will.

One foggy land, one foggy scene,
no view to see where one has been.
Nothing in front, nothing behind,
just a place where one is confined,
surrounded by one vast smokescreen,
clear small oasis in between.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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The dead citizen

A man went to get his identity document
and for a passport at the same time
and was found by the Department of Home Affairs
to be dead and buried
and they did not care that he was still living
and instead declared him deceased and past away

His accounts at the bank were frozen
as part of the estate
of a person deceased
and he couldn’t leave the country
or renew his driver’s license
and draw any money
and he was declared to be deceased and past away.

He went to the head office
of that great State Department
and declared his problem with them
and they were amused
that the dead citizen
had risen again,
but he was still a living man
with substance and form
and not a ghost
that had stepped from the grave
and he was declared to be deceased and past away.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Unholy sacrament

Light will turn to dark
oceans will turn red
leave now, all will be taken
leave tomrrow, you will be forsaken
burn the priest
burn him from his thrown
leave his soul to decay alone
bury the dead
burn the gods
society will turn
because all gods will burn
let the sick be sick
let the children be insaine
let the filthy be filthy
all will burn tonight
with no pray in sight

poem by Bobby Butterfield
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A Foggy Day

I was a stranger in the city
Out of town were the people I knew
I had that feeling of self-pity
What to do, what to do, what to do
The outlook was decidedly blue
But as I walked through the foggy streets alone
It turned out to be the luckiest day I've known
A foggy day, in London Town
Had me low, had me down
I viewed the morning, with much alarm
British museum, had lost its charm
How long I wondered,
Could this thing last
But the age of miracles, hadn't past
For suddenly, I saw you there
And through foggy London Town,
The sun was shining everywhere
For suddenly, I saw you there
And through foggy London Town,
The sun was shining everywhere
Everywhere
Everywhere
Everywhere

song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald, music by George Gershwin, lyrics by Ira Gershwin
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Truly, Truly, This Is The End

They say deaths an open door
Into another room
Within the city of the dead
(Our New Kingdom)
They say we walk like dreams
Sharing the same breath
Seeing through the same eyes
(A collective spirit)
As we pray (As we pray)
On his grave (On his grave)
Or words fall and decay (And decay)
As we pray (As we pray)
On his grave (On his grave)
Or words fall and decay (And decay)
They say the Earth it gives no peace
Nor does it take away
We all survive the grave
(Unfortunate eternal)
They say that in times past
A king walked in the sky
Until dethroned by man
(Tribe of Judas)
As we pray (As we pray)
On his grave (On his grave)
Or words fall and decay (And decay)
As we pray (As we pray)
On his grave (On his grave)
Or words fall and decay (And decay)
Truly, truly, this is the end
Truly, truly, this is the end
Truly, truly, this is the end
Truly, truly, this is the end
It's not the same
I'm plagued with pain and I can't let go
It's not the same
I'm plagued with pain and I can't let go
It's not the same
I'm plagued with pain and I can't let go
It's not the same
I'm plagued with pain and I can't let go
This is the end

song performed by by Zao
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Both Sides Need Peace

Both sides need Peace-
We need it to survive-
You cannot destroy us
Or have us destroyed
Without yourselves being destroyed-
And we neither want to nor can destroy you-

But if you persist in not willing to truly accept us
And we cannot find a way to compromise on our dream
And we go again to War with others larger than you on your side
Disaster will come to us all-

We need Peace
If we are to survive here
The coming generations of both of us
Need Peace
Not because we Love each other
Or will ever Love each other
Though a certain limited Friendship may still be possible-

But because Peace is in the best selfish interest of each of us-

For you to survive
For us to survive
For you to prosper
For us to continue to prosper-

Let us compromise and make Peace
And live partly together and partly side by side-
In the best way we can-

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Grenouillage à Trois

Deep in the forest, on two logs
were perched two rather handsome frogs.
The logs were pretty close together
and served as shelters for the weather.

Now, on the smaller of the logs
was sitting, still, the bigger frog.
He looked across and had discovered
that on a tree a third frog hovered,

apparently intent to pounce!
He must have weighed a paltry ounce.
They say that from necessity
all frogs, no matter where they be

will act. So this one did pretend
for competition soon to end
that in the tree the frog was meat,
a moth or insect he would eat.

Thus ends the story of the frogs
on trees and on two fallen logs,
while after all they got together
and sheltered in their log from weather.

poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Dirty Rotten Shame

I recall the good old days
But thankfully, theyve gone
Now the ponies all are broken nags
That stumble as they groan
And throw the jockeys from their throne
When there are pitches left to dodge
And lions left to tame
But its nothing but a dirty rotten shame
Its a dirty rotten shame
That when youre frivolous and strong
It isnt youth, its fearlessness
That has been wasted on the young
The cruel are in the cradle
And the bishops in the bag
Its nothing but a dirty rotten shame
Now I find life a millionaire
That brags for rags and jewels
A snarling pup is wild enough
But as his anger proves
Hes left to sharpen useless tools
That tear and graze and finer phrase
But few are worth the name
Its nothing but a dirty rotten shame
Its a dirty rotten shame
And that is not an idle boast
When all your courage and your strength
Will leave you as you need it most
When there are lamps to dampen
And cauliflowers to flip
Its nothing but a dirty rotten shame

song performed by by Elvis Costello
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Distances....

this distance shall seal
the fate of those bridges
the empty space
are cut arms
the chasms between our
thoughts
are sliced feet
there are no more nails
to scratch what pleasures
are there
in this all broken
arrangement

the words fall from the trees
like poisoned leaves
as i walk away like a thief
you shall have the last
laugh

when you are dead and there
shall be peace
i shall come back
not to bury you with all
the requisites of
religious dignity
i am coming with my vultures
and they shall have a feast
on your rotten
belly.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Frogs in Love

The bogs are damp with almost too much rain -
By night, the frogs have returned once again,
For November; it is the time they mate,
But why O why our backyard populate?

Perhaps they feel it's romantic: the smoke,
The chill, the wet; relentlessly they croak!
Dear God! Why let the bogs with tall grass grow?
Or teach a colony of frogs to Love?

poem by Dinesh Sairam
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Bury My Soul

if i died today
it would take my pain away
no more in the way
with no more to say

so bury my soul
losing control
losing my hold
bury my soul
lost control
lost a hold
so bury my soul

take my mind away from the misery
take my heart away from the mystery

so bury my soul
losing control
losing my hold
bury my soul
lost control
lost a hold
so bury my soul

i looked into your eyes
and i saw all the lies
my hate is now my fate
the more i try
the more i die
the more i die inside

so bury my soul
losing control
losing my hold
bury my soul
lost control
lost a hold
so bury my soul

i left to rest my soul
i buried my heart in the dark hole
turn the page
begin the new chapter
i surrender
i surrender my soul

so bury my soul
losing control
losing my hold
bury my soul
lost control
lost a hold
so bury my soul
bury my soul
bury my soul

poem by Bobby Butterfield
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No one would be foolish enough to choose war over peace--in peace sons bury their fathers, but in war fathers bury their sons.

quote by Croesus of Lydia
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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US peace advocate Rev Jesse Jackson Sr in Malaysia Poem

clogged drains
that have been
stinking for years

rotten rotten
rats, rotten fish,
rotten hold backs
refuse rotten corpses
that send offensives
stomach up
stucked, stubbon
nauseating
spirit draining

where is the
country that should
flourish like a patch
of grass sprinkled
with spring water
growing profusely
with a uniformity of colours?

fengshui flowers
ideas go to the sky
to come down to
fertilise lands and mind

US peace advocate
Rev Jesse Jackson Sr
uncorks a bottle of
vintage angsts to
dissolve them in
his cold fluid advice
smooth to the ears
rekindling that sigh
of long cherished goal
diverse races to
find a common
catalyst to grow
and mature

through the glass
a shimmering amber
of the years ahead

light the eyes, heart
and mind find a perfect step
to a gratifying, unifying song

Note: Reverend Jesse Jackson Sr was in Kuala Lumpur to promote peace since Monday i.e. April 20,2009. He was a keynote speaker
at the Bridges - Dialogues Towards a Culture of Peace conference
organised by the International Peace Foundation and Sime Darby Berhad.

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Do not cry when I die!

Do not cry when I die.

Do not wear gloomy blacks

Do not cry for the one that never deserved the care of your hearts

Do not feel sorry when i'm already gone!

Do not force yourself, even do not cry!

Just leave my bare body there

Alone like it always was

No crowd
No people to act
Sad!

Don't cry for nothing

Don't crowd my tomb

No flowers

No tears

Just bury me there

And leave my body there alone

Like you always did

Unless the death will keep my tired soul in peace

And there all my pains will find an end!

poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Peace

When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut,
Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs?
When, when, Peace, will you, Peace? I’ll not play hypocrite
To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but
That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows
Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it?

O surely, reaving Peace, my Lord should leave in lieu
Some good! And so he does leave Patience exquisite,
That plumes to Peace thereafter. And when Peace here does house
He comes with work to do, he does not come to coo,
He comes to brood and sit.

poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins
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Odd...

it must be
hurting, though, a little bit,
he wonders
why every time he logs on
the rest logs out, or
he doubts, when he is
online,
each name changes to
offline

as though he is
infected with a contagious
disease...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Christe

Sexually transimitted diseases,
Of the diseases thart had led us to bury many who were deceased;
Yes, deceases from the diseases! !
And like the victims of sexual abuse;
But i am Christe in the land of your muse!
So, try to be well educated on this issue at hand.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Untitled

I wanted to feel something
To be something To see something
I wanted to find one thing that was mine
And leave this behind
But I can't find my way
To get far away and bury these days
Fantasy once reality
Becomes such a parody
If I could find one thing that was mine
I'd leave this behind
But I can't find my way
To get far away and bury these days
If shining or if shaking
It's reality faking
If I could find
One thing that was mine
I'd leave this behind
But I can't find my way
To get far away and bury these days

song performed by by Fuel from Sunburn
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