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Bodies in Alignment

The wasp watches me
As I stare at it
Pensive with tweezers
Of academic esquire
That this derelicts of nature
Small brother in absentia
Should be compelled to wonder
The sedimentary escritoire
On top terrestrial ink blots
Perpendicular to my pen

For I should be alarmed
While caustically anxious
At the dagger protruding
From its cutting underbelly

But I am not afraid
Simply curious

That this Striped yellow jacket
Walking leagues across in inches
By a whisker to my eye sight
Should stop so near the wall
Of my left seated arm

Pink and inviting

It could easily pierce
The delicate dermis
Cracking it like a priceless Ming vase
Sending agony and pain
Of supernatural killer

But I know it won't

For we share the same void
Trapped in the nectar
Perusing dead end endeavours
Occupational uncertainty
For a life we are born
Inside internment camp choices

Yes we are the same
Underneath fluorescent sunlight
Of the 40 watt bulb
Weaving X ray inspections
Of our insectoid forms
Human and free, human and chainged

Now we are dressed in a vest
Of assimilating conscience
Mutating, Coalescing
A Hybrid prenuptial
Investiture
Of one
Into one
Bodies in alignment

I stair at the wasp
but its already me

poem by Kevin Patrick
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My Silent Undoing

my silent undoing
my silent undoing
my silent undoing
my silent undoing
my wasp in a jar
protruding hips
and skull, and spine
ribcage cuts a clear outline
oh, oh
all roped up and pinching in
distorted and disfiguring
oh, oh
my silent undoing
my silent undoing
my wasp in a jar
no photographs around the back
emaciated, iron flat
oh, oh
dehydrated cutting bones
today i'm over 7 stone
oh, oh
my wasp in a jar
my wasp in a jar
my wasp in a jar
twinkle little star
my wasp in a jar.

song performed by by Queen Adreena
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Wasps In A Garden

The wall-trees are laden with fruit;
The grape, and the plum, and the pear,
The peach and the nectarine, to suit
Every taste, in abundance are there.

Yet all are not welcome to taste
These kind bounties of Nature; for one
From her open-spread table must haste
To make room for a more favoured son:

As that wasp will soon sadly perceive,
Who has feasted awhile on a plum;
And, his thirst thinking now to relieve,
For a sweet liquid draught he is come.

He peeps in the narrow-mouthed glass,
Which depends from a branch of the tree;
He ventures to creep down,-alas!
To be drowned in that delicate sea.

'Ah say,' my dear friend, 'is it right
These glass bottles are hung upon trees?
Midst a scene of inviting delight
Should we find such mementos as these?'

'From such sights,' said my friend, 'we may draw
A lesson, for look at that bee;
Compared with the wasp which you saw,
He will teach us what we ought to be.

'He in safety industriously plies
His sweet honest work all the day,
Then home with his earnings he flies;
Nor in thieving his time wastes away.'-

'O hush, nor with fables deceive,'
I replied, 'which, though pretty, can ne'er
Make me cease for that insect to grieve,
Who in agony still does appear.

'If a simile ever you need,
You are welcome to make a wasp do;
But you ne'er should mix fiction indeed
With things that are serious and true.'

poem by Charles Lamb
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Everybody Is Someone

stumbling I fall away it's hard to make a change
easy to be who you are when no one knows your name
walking past the lonely walls with eyes as cold as stone
climb inside the emptiness it's safe when you're alone
don't be alarmed
don't be afraid of what you are
just look around
everybody is someone
everybody is someone
all this time you lived alone without a memory
built your life upon the ground that sinks beneath your feet
step outside the misery for once you feel alive
second chances only come around once in a life
don't be alarmed
don't be afraid of what you are
just turn around
everybody is someone
everybody is someone
don't be alarmed
don't be afraid of what you are
just turn around
everybody is someone
everybody is someone
don't be alarmed
don't be afraid of what you are
just look around
everybody is someone
everybody is someone

song performed by by Lifehouse
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A Stare

a stare is like a stair
it has steps
and there are feet
walking,
and leaving,

you stare at me,
and i see stairs, where you walk
and climb and stop at the middle
and then take the stairs layer by layer

that is what you like to do, to look at me
as though i am this room where you build the stairs
and you want to go inside my room and lock me up

and take all of me with your tongue and hands and
mouth. You mouth me. And i receive the life you have.

and then your stare subsides. the stair is gone.
the room vanishes. I am free. And you are inside me

your stare has become the memory lingering inside me.
i become a bird and you are inside my wings.
Your stairs become my feathers. Your stare
becomes my eyes.

in love, we make the stairs leading to a house.
and there we feast, and live and sleep.

yes, there are wings and windows.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wasps!

I’m walking home, along the road,
Carrying my shopping; a heavy load.
I hear a buzzing sound right by my ear,
And my whole body fills with fear.

Without even looking, I know what is there.
I’m afraid that it will get caught in my hair.
I stand there stock still and totally freeze;
I’m terrified of wasps, but don’t mind bees.

A frown appears upon my face and I pray,
That this worrying wasp, will soon go way.
Soon, he loses interest and gets off my case,
But, even so, I purposefully quicken my pace.

The wasp disappears and I’m on my own again,
Thankful that, on me, he didn’t inflict any pain.
To date, I’ve been lucky and haven’t been stung,
But I’m so totally dreading my first ever one.

Freezing on the spot has worked for me so far,
And has managed to keep me from any harm.
When a wasp approaches, my shoulders hunch.
Needless to say, I’m not a fan of ‘al fresco’ lunch!

Some people wave their arms and go ‘shoo! ’
But, I know this is the worst thing they can do.
Of wasps, I’ve always been so totally terrified,
And it’s a fear, which is extremely hard to hide.

A wilful wasp flying around in search of food,
Can, in a heartbeat, suddenly change my mood.
Bees, unlike wasps, are useful and earn their worth,
But what is the actual purpose of wasps on the earth?

They just annoy people to the point of distraction;
Where there’s a wasp, there’s often some action!
I’m really not their biggest fan, and I really think
I’d be more than happy, if they became extinct!

poem by Angela Wybrow
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Existence

Explain the unexplainable, beginning where life gathers together,
complex universe, intelligible process of an information generators
and astronomically improbability.
It is luck?

Accidents happen, without control of circumstance
human or animal, islands of life, in completions over time.
Chance ofinformation.
Evolution becomes conscious of itself.
Brain arises from problems solve.
Purpose or illusion, true? logic?

Interbreeding languages mutating languages
Ready in your mind, seconds before time
Logic. Refusal of a true statement
It is determined,

Incommunicable, can be spoken,
without making different to possibility, philosopher though.
Babies are semi individual, growing free will - take decisions.

Start with the conscience of God
Conscience with in brain (share with animal)
Self-conscience (only human) - self-awareness

Soul dos not terminated with dead.
Survive of the soul, can t be proven, but only by faith.
Human make a mass of
complexity and hope.

poem by Luca Menin
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Only Human in the Light

You are everything I want in neat little package of unquestionable desire…, and everything I am compelled to be repelled for - Love, Sex, Lust Greed, the avarices of the guilty and the human.

On one hand I want to feel your body pulsating vibrantly against me as if you are a completion of unity that I have always wanted to know as the forbidden fruit and synergy of two united beings in mind… spirit… and most of all…… flesh

But then the other hand turns and it hits the nerve like acid rain, and you make me disgusted!

To want you, is an aberration of what I am, to think that I would allow another human being to suck this power out of me! And pierce the heavy armor I have wool myself in to protect myself against the lecherous claws of inhibitions of human skin. I hate, that I'm compelled by animal forces to blind me by the laws of natural selection which never feel natural to myself

Sometimes it feels like it would be easy to kill a billion, and hit a vein to tap the blood like sap from a tree. It feels so pure to always want to hate and destroy and burn, then it is to want to feel the touch of lips for the sake… of a kiss…

Because when I look at you there are two sides of my mind, one is the human compassionate element found in the thirst for love or the closest proximity of love in passion, in those moments I feel like you heal me with your body. That's the human side

The other is pure reptilian and malevolent who sees all forms of intimacy as a threat, and you are a threat to my stability and my integrity, you damage to my bodies equilibrium and most stable reasoning and I want to hide away into the bottom of an endless keep hoping to forget your face which has trapped me in amber with your angelic face of pure sin.

I wish I could have the things that come so easily to others, but the thing of it is… I'm only human in the light.

poem by Kevin Patrick
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To me, lighting really sets the mood for a room. A 40 watt bulb in a cheap lamp is the same as a 40 watt bulb in an expensive one.

quote by Edward Walker
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Kindness to Insects

I saw a Melancholy Wasp
Upon a Purple Clover Knosp,
Who wept, 'The Poets do me Wrong,
Excluding me from Noble Song-
Though Pure am I and Wholly Crimeless-
Because, they say, my Name is Rhymeless!
Oh, had I but been born a Bee,
With Heaps of Words to Rhyme with me,
I should not want for Panegyrics
In Sonnets, Epics, Odes and Lyrics!
Will no one free me from the Curse
That bars my Race from Lofty Verse?'
'My Friend, that Little Thing I'll care for
At once,' said I- and that is wherefore
So tenderly I set that Wasp
Upon a Purple Clover Knosp.

poem by Arthur Guiterman
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The World Of Killers

a killer to killed by a gun
when he counting a body of one his murder
a killer with a gun
behind our killer under sun
she have seen his job
she looked at him and his murder
she shot a bullet to his heart
he died
she looked at his blood
two murder in the park
one killer above them
looked at them
and again she killed with a gun
one killer hidden behind the wall
he killed her
with a snip
snipper behind the wall on the roof
looked at bodies in the park
he died too
with a bomb
into his bag

killer after killer
to killing oldest killers
the wild world
with the killers
requested one human between this animals
this killers

poem by Aidin Azarkerdar
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My Wonderment Of Nature

The more I learn of Nature the less about her I know I know
What causes the sea currents and what causes plants to grow
What causes the pink or white blossoms in Spring to grow on the fruit bearing tree?
So magical is Nature or so 'twould seem to me.

The great beauty of Nature we do not pay to see
The landscapes, lakes and waterways the vastness of the sea
In comparison to Nature human achievements small
And she outlives all of her life forms the greatest one of all.

To the one known as Earth Mother respect we do not pay
Yet she lives on forever and we grow old and gray
Those who talk of human immortals believe in their own lie
There is one immortal Nature and she will never die.

My wonderment of Nature grows with every passing day
The beauty in the bird song in the wood across the way
The Goddess of the Ocean and the Goddess of the Land
And that we take her for granted is something I do not understand

poem by Francis Duggan
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Not Only Human

Morning is almost here - let it wait
I just want to lie here awhile, tempting fate
I dont think I could breathe now with you gone
But its not weakness its just something Ive begun
Maybe theres a light thats always on
Maybe were not only human, maybe
Maybe theres a light thats always on
And were not only human
When youre sleeping your ceramic
Youre surrounded by little stars
Every shimmer is a searchlight
Every planet is ours
Change the street change the decade
Still the longings left inside
But why am I too small to carry you?
Why does twilight make me cry?
Maybe theres a light thats always on
Maybe were not only human, maybe
Maybe theres a light thats always on
And were not only human
When all is said and done
When all the weight is gone
When all is said and done
When all the weight is gone
Were not only human
Life is something set to music
I can hear it when Im sad
Theres a chord in every muscle
Every kiss you ever had
Theres a power when youre near me
In our heads or in our bones
I know nothing but Im guessing
When we die were not alone
Maybe theres a light thats always on
Maybe were not only human, maybe
Maybe theres a light thats always on
And were not only human
When all is said and done
When all the weight is gone
When all is said and done
When all the weight is gone
Were not only human
Not only human
Not only human
Not only human
Not only, yeah, human.
No, human, human.
Human.

song performed by by Heather Nova
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Human Beings

Human being beings are strange in being human,

Strange in love and art and vice,

Strange in being nice

Human beings are strangers in the night

Lights shining on a starry night

No sooner blinked out they are gone

A stranger in the human race

Keeping up keeping face,

Moving on

In crowds and queues and buses

Walking alone at ten

Human beings in being human

Make the strangest men

Not easy to be read,

Or clothed or fed

Or put to bed

Each thought entwined

Lives over signed overlapped

Smaller beings kept but not as 'pets'

Sometimes feel 'trapped'

For human beings are best when left at sea

Frantic firey disordered unchained set free

Their limpet souls make rocks their strange security

For love for life for space,

Human beings are strangest in 'The Human Race'

poem by Yvette Smith
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When The Last Human Being

When the last human being from Planet Earth has gone
The Goddess of Nature will surely live on
Yes without us to bother her Nature will live
We take and take from her and in return little give
For our disrespect to her we will be made to pay
What goes around comes around as some do say
Nature for her extinct life forms never lament
The donosaurs came and the dinosaurs went
She gives life and the remains of her dead does receive
And in the face of death she does not laugh or grieve
But long after the last human being from the World has gone
Nature the immortal will be living on.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Afraid Of Sunlight

(music: marillion lyrics: steve hogarth & john helmer)
Drive the road to your surrender
Time comes around... out of my hands
Small boats on the beach at the dead of night
Come and go before first light
Leave me running in the wheel
King of the world
How do you feel?
What is there to feel?
So how do we now come to be
Afraid of sunlight?
Tell me girl why you and me
Scared of sunlight?
Been in pain for so long
I cant even say what hurts anymore
I will leave you alone
I will deny
I will leave you to bleed
I will leave you with your life
So how do we now come to be
Afraid of sunlight?
Tell me girl why are you and me
Scared of sunlight?
All your spirit rack abuses
Come to haunt you back by day
All your byzantine excuses
Given time, given you away
Dont be surprised when daylight comes
To find that memory prick your thumbs
Youll tell them where to run to hide
Im already dead
Its a matter of time
So how do we now come to be
Afraid of sunlight
How do we now come to be
Afraid of sunlight
So how do we now come to be
Afraid of sunlight
How do we now come to be
Afraid of sunlight
Dayglo jesus on the dash
Chalk marks on the road ahead
Friendly fire in hostile waters
Keep the faith
Dont lose your head
So how do we now come to be? ....

song performed by by Marillion
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Upon A Wasp Chilled With Cold

The bear that breathes the northern blast
Did numb, torpedo-like, a wasp
Whose stiffened limbs encramped, lay bathing
In Sol's warm breath and shine as saving,
Which with her hands she chafes and stands
Rubbing her legs, shanks, thighs, and hands.
Her pretty toes, and fingers' ends
Nipped with this breath, she out extends
Unto the sun, in great desire
To warm her digits at that fire.
Doth hold her temples in this state
Where pulse doth beat, and head doth ache.
Doth turn, and stretch her body small,
Doth comb her velvet capital.
As if her little brain pan were
A volume of choice precepts clear.
As if her satin jacket hot
Contained apothecary's shop
Of nature's receipts, that prevails
To remedy all her sad ails,
As if her velvet helmet high
Did turret rationality.
She fans her wing up to the wind
As if her pettycoat were lined,
With reason's fleece, and hoists sails
And humming flies in thankful gales
Unto her dun curled palace hall
Her warm thanks offering for all.

Lord, clear my misted sight that I
May hence view Thy divinity,
Some sparks whereof thou up dost hasp
Within this little downy wasp
In whose small corporation we
A school and a schoolmaster see,
Where we may learn, and easily find
A nimble spirit bravely mind
Her work in every limb: and lace
It up neat with a vital grace,
Acting each part though ne'er so small
Here of this fustian animal.
Till I enravished climb into
The Godhead on this ladder do,
Where all my pipes inspired upraise
An heavenly music furred with praise.

poem by Edward Taylor
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Conscience –

The ‘Inner Voice’ in-built by God,
In every human being born,
That tells what’s wrong and what is right,
And helps in moral decisions!

The laws of lands may change a lot;
The guidelines may be different;
The ethics too metamorphose;
But Conscience keeps the truth standard!

The modern man has ‘conscience rot’!
His faith in science has grown mammoth;
He thinks all things are human made –
Believing in mere human strength!

The world cannot ignore conscience;
No man can do much, without God;
If laws are made for human rights,
They shan’t be anti-God /Nature!

Man better heed to conscience first;
All things he does will turn out fine;
Ethical dilemmas vanish,
And soul of man will stay most pure!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-21-2010

poem by John Celes
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Destiny, Or The Prisoner

My brother born inside a cage,
You'll die inside that place,
My brother for a summer,
The world was never yours to have,
You always knew just how to laugh,
But the air was never yours to breathe,
Distant brother, killer born,
Your life was never yours to live,
Your child was never yours to raise,
His life was never yours to take,
Once upon a distant summer,
Once you were my only brother,
Back when nothing really mattered,
Your life was always bruised and battered,
Reality completely shattered,
But it was never yours to break.

poem by Seth Proch
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Discontent

LIGHT human nature is too lightly tost
And ruffled without cause, complaining on--
Restless with rest, until, being overthrown,
It learneth to lie quiet. Let a frost
Or a small wasp have crept to the inner-most
Of our ripe peach, or let the wilful sun
Shine westward of our window,--straight we run
A furlong's sigh as if the world were lost.
But what time through the heart and through the brain
God hath transfixed us,--we, so moved before,
Attain to a calm. Ay, shouldering weights of pain,
We anchor in deep waters, safe from shore,
And hear submissive o'er the stormy main
God's chartered judgments walk for evermore.

poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Trapped Inside

What am I doing?
Trapped inside.
I know the rules,
from the path I hide.

Wandering back to this viceral space.
No need for love,
I'm lost in this place.
Torn pieces of pain and sin.
What am I thinking?
The bulb is dim.

I have no cards left to play.
The game is dead yet here I stay.
Mistake on mistake,
another string breaks.
Why am I falling in this disgrace.

A fool I am,
and a fool I shall be.
I'm tired of dying in deep despair
and heart broken pity.

Trapped inside my own stupid regrets.
It's coming again,
I should just slit my wrists.
Broken and bleeding in great want and needing,
but there's nothing to do to stop this falling great fool
he's only dumb gruel.

poem by Michael McParland
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