Carefully
You are free to chose,
that’s why
carefully use every word.
Carefully measure every step,
if you don’t want to be swept.
Carefully do all you’ve conceived.
and…if you want to be believed
and… to achieve your aim
it’s not a shame
to start carefully a new song.
And it doesn’t matter if it is long.
If you carefully do all that
you will never regret.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Woes Versus Rues II
One on one, against and with each other
What's a bottle of alcohol?
"Brothers are bound to each other…"
I listened carefully, the smoke lifting
"Because they are bound by blood, "
I listened carefully, remembering everything
"tethered by compulsory empathy."
I listened carefully, the whiskey sweating
"I do not want that..."
I listened carefully, the sweat soldering down
"I want to be your comrade."
I listened carefully, the echoes rupturing painfully
I have never asked:
"What is a comrade? "
poem by Norman Santos
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Choreographed
No matter what words are spoken,
This turmoil has been carefully arranged.
No matter what plans for peace are discussed,
The game of destruction is the same.
To get those to believe they are under attack...
There has to be a plan created,
To prove that with physical facts.
And they have already done that.
No matter what words are spoken,
This turmoil has been carefully arranged.
And carefully choreographed...
By those who are plotting
To control thought processes
'Delivered' to your brains!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Spot the Dog
Why do people make you feel invincible?
Just so that they can Destroy you
Everything seems just a waste
I see so much waste
Another Knife, Carefully placed.
People pretend that we're so Humane
As they rip apart each others souls
and hide them in a box
At the back of a dark room
Another Knife, Carefully placed soon.
Life is just a metaphor
For whats known as breaking point
And then it snaps...
As pieces fall all around
Another Life, Carefully placed in the Ground.
poem by Mark Hopwood
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You know, I said I have this problem that I need to more carefully read Akron's text because it's too much, too much fantasy, and so I am busy with other stuff - it's funny, it's nice to hear that someone is studying that carefully and now I know a little bit more about that.
quote by H.R. Giger
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Carefully
I tread carefully,
ot wanted to get hurt.
I walk gracefully,
Scard of falling again.
Everything has to have caution,
From cloudgazing,
to watching the stars above.
But especially use caution
when dealing with love.
I've been hurt to many times to tell,
Crying into my pillow,
wishing them well.I'vebeen hur to many time to tell.
SO tread carefully,
Or you shall get hurt.
Don't touch the fire,
For you could get burnt.
And if there's one thing i learned....
Don't go looking for love..
It will look for you,
Just wait a while and
you will see that's true.
I tread carefully.
Scared.. of gettting hurt.
Letter
Written by dewey bunnell, 1976
Found on hideaway and highway.
You have one letter left to send
With no beginning and no end
You saw them in the park
The laughter in the dark, oh no
How can you face him and pretend
So now you thank him carefully, oh no
cause thats the way hes going to be, oh no
I hope you find some reason to be free
There is no sunshine in your eyes
You make no sound and yet you cry
Its not the double cross
You feel the love you lost, oh no
This letter has to say goodbye
So now you thank him carefully, oh no
cause thats the way hes going to be, oh no
I hope you find some reason to be free
You saw them in the park
The laughter in the dark, oh no
How can you face him and pretend
So now you thank him carefully, oh no
cause thats the way hes going to be, oh no
I hope you find some reason to be free
song performed by by America
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The Author Of My Life
My God has penned the pages that told of my first breath
and has carefully written the paragraph depicting my death.
Then by grace the myriads of paragraphs between
are the pages which record my life on this earthly scene
For the God and author of all human history
has chosen to weave my name into its' tapestry.
Carefully mapping out my life well before my birth
and then He chose to walk with me each day on earth.
Based on Psalm 139: 13-16
No Neutral Words
You laugh at your jokes and revel at your humor
And carefully or carelessly your jestings spewing
And to the hurt of some or the applause of many
And indeed, they may seem all well and good
But take note that there are no neutral words,
Neither are there any throwaway phrases
Every word, either carefully constructed,
Or inadvertently uttered, bear the markings
Of your core being, vestiges of your soul
The state of your heart in her unfeigned reality
poem by Oyekake Satty Joshua
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Sometimes When You Look At The Stars
sometimes when you look at the stars
and there are many of them
tonight and you are all
alone by the window
thinking
sometimes you grasp the reason why
you want to forget a face
glowing at the fireside
of your living room
you want to be free from an enclosure
of love
unrequited, you want to escape as a wing of a bird
from the bones of its body
rotten flesh
and so you carefully place your chin
on top of your right hand shaped like a fist
you open your eyes
to this window of the universe and yes there are so many stars
tonight
you think there are still so many of them
and you regret having loved just one
you think you are foolish
and you are so right
you feel you are wasted.
and you are right.
you feel that you cannot recover
and stand tall to look at things carefully again.
this time
i must tell you, you are wrong.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fitrah
I saw a kite yesterday and it was beautiful,
But every egg must be carefully boiled;
For this lady's guiltiness is still with her.
I am Fitrah and every woman must be carefully kissed,
For i saw this beautiful kite up high yesterday;
And like the beautiful leaf under the big tree.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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You Can Take The Wings Off Me
(t. seals, e. setser)
Now Ive never been in with the fast crowd
Ive never been closer than just a little over the line
I know those nights Id find great temptations
I go home to bed alone
Pull the covers up over my mind
I let it go by and said Id save my feelings
But until I met you
I hardly used them at all
I should say no
Oh whoah I dont want to
Honey you will be the first one
To watch this angel fall
So you can take the wings off me
Lay them down so carefully
Hold me close tonight youll see
I am yours and you can take the wings off me
Oh you can take the wings off me
Oh lay them down so carefully
Oh I should say no
Oh whoah I dont want to
I am yours and you can take the wings off me
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Never Ever Regret Love
when love comes when its arrows penetrate you
do not refuse it
if love is a pool, plunge and get your lovely bath
and if it is grass, roll over it like a shaggy dog
love its form whatever it is
it does not come often
really, true love does not just come ordinarily
like everyday, sometimes it comes and you are not there to really entertain it
and it goes away
and you cannot find it anymore, the rest that comes to appease you are
counterfeits
i am telling you because it happened to me just once
it did not touch it
it was so fragile that if i touch it
it may turn to dust and with my breath it is blown away like a dream
look at me, i am old and dying and try looking carefully, very carefully
do not be mislead by my body
look into my eyes
do you think that i am alive?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Do I Belong?
I have coined subtle words,
Framed robust sentences
And idioms unique
In my private fantasy but
They miserably ditch me
At the fateful moment
When I wish to confide that
‘I belong.’
Carefully pronounced words fizzle out
Under the feather-weight
Of nocturnal dreams
Nourished in the womb
Of a barren Autumn.
Faint beams of a pestering hallucination
Giggle mischievously
When I don’t know
What is what?
I have rehearsed in vain
Ridiculous postures
And carefully designed dialogues
In the privacy of my greenroom,
For I cannot look eye to eye
When most wanted.
Opened Minds
Opened minds,
And like a vision that was seen;
So choose your friends carefully as,
There are many who do not hold moral values.
Opened minds,
Many of your friends are there only to get what they can from you;
Yes, they are there always to take advantage of you!
So choose your friends carefully.
Opened minds and a direct speech,
They followed their own traditions! !
As they live in adultery while they are still in marriage;
And like the night vision that was seen by all of us.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Your conscience is the measure of the honesty of your selfishness. Listen to it carefully.
quote by Richard Bach
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Penelope's Song
Little soul, little perpetually undressed one,
Do now as I bid you, climb
The shelf-like branches of the spruce tree;
Wait at the top, attentive, like
A sentry or look-out. He will be home soon;
It behooves you to be
Generous. You have not been completely
Perfect either; with your troublesome body
You have done things you shouldn't
Discuss in poems. Therefore
Call out to him over the open water, over the bright
Water
With your dark song, with your grasping,
Unnatural song--passionate,
Like Maria Callas. Who
Wouldn't want you? Whose most demonic appetite
Could you possibly fail to answer? Soon
He will return from wherever he goes in the
Meantime,
Suntanned from his time away, wanting
His grilled chicken. Ah, you must greet him,
You must shake the boughs of the tree
To get his attention,
But carefully, carefully, lest
His beautiful face be marred
By too many falling needles.
poem by Louise Gluck
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In the spirit of Rumi - 76 - Poetry
But is it an activity for
grown men and women?
A kind of stocktaking:
sit quietly, begin to feel grateful
for something, maybe your family,
your life even;
remember how your grandmother
said, count your blessings
and you at the age when
you couldn't wait to find them first
and then maybe remember them, maybe not.
The list grows; a feeling that
you should give something back.
It seems a small gift; just words
on paper. So you wrap it
more carefully than other gifts,
write the name of the recipient
carefully, watching the ink
make a thin river like a vein
along the paper.
Can you still remember
how to spell the name?
The address seems
sometimes very far away; sometimes
very close.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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You Are A Winner
Beloyd taylor
Cha cha cha
When youre feelin that youre movin up
Always someone tries to make you stop
When youre filling up your cup
Someone comes around to spill every drop
When everythings going strong
And someone doesnt like what you do
Theyll try to make you feel youre wrong
Pull the rug from your feet before youre through
And if you follow carefully
The flow of your energy
You will start to see
That you are a winner
Cha cha cha
When youre filling up your cup
Someone comes around to spill every drop
There is no time for wondering
Youre a winner as every day begins
And if you follow carefully
The flow of your energy
You will start to see
That you are a winner
You are a winner
You are a winner
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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Be Silent...
Be silent before the Lord,
Put your hope in Him.
What makes you think you are right,
What makes you think you can get justice done by speaking?
Be silent...
Walk soflty and listen,
Listen carefully to the voice
That comes from inside yourself
SOMEBODY HOLY DWELLS IN THERE
Be silent before the Lord,
Do not get angry with the wicked
When they mock at you and laugh,
Listen carefully to the voice that comes from inside yourself
YOU ARE INHABITED BY GOD
Your justice is your silence!
poem by Iwavva Dum
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Do I Look Like A Rose?
Do I...
Look like a rose?
A mixed hybrid,
That pricks when picked...
If not carefully held,
In an anxious hold.
Do I.
Do I...
Look as if my beauty exists,
For a quick lift...
For you to run off with!
Do I...
Look as if,
I have something to give...
With an offering found,
To be irresistible?
Do I.
Do I...
Look as if my beauty exists,
For a quick lift...
For you to run off with!
Do I...
Look like a rose?
A mixed hybrid,
That pricks when picked...
If not carefully held,
In an anxious hold.
To sit and wither to watch...
As we both grow old?
Do I, do I...
Look as If I'm that kind,
Of rose to behold?
I could be.
But if overnight,
You decide not to treat me right...
I can also bite!
With a stinging done,
You will never forget.
With a pricking you will wish,
You had never chose to pick!
With a scent that will not soon leave,
Your swollen nose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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