Automatic Minuets
Climatic minutes tick and go.
And when they come...
It is known they are quickly fading.
Sweet melodies,
Serenading...
Quietly in handcuffed peace.
Release them!
Free them from the hold,
Of violent wishes.
Automatic minuets...
Prepared and dressed
For inspections to impress.
Recalling days of old,
Boldly waltzing through...
But yet not distanced!
Released them!
Free them from the hold,
Of violent wishes.
Deep hidden needs...
Romanticized by hypocrisies.
Try hard they do,
To deny what is shown...
But is known to be true.
Released them!
Free them from the hold,
Of violent wishes.
Climatic minutes tick and go.
And when they come...
It is known they are quickly fading.
Sweet melodies,
Serenading...
Quietly in handcuffed peace.
Automatic minuets...
Prepared and dressed
For inspections to impress.
Recalling days of old,
Boldly waltzing through...
But yet not distanced!
Released them!
Free them from the hold,
Of violent wishes.
Deep hidden needs...
Romanticized by hypocrisies.
Try hard they do,
To deny what is shown...
But is known to be true.
Released them!
Free them from the hold,
Of violent wishes.
Release this...
And be free to let go,
Of these violent wishes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Violent Side
Here comes the night
Here comes the anger
Hidden so deep inside
No one can see
Behind these eyes
There walks a stranger
Wandering through the dark
Following me.
Control the violent side
Control the violent side
Control the violent side
Control the violent side.
Electric light
Shining on your block
Sayin to everyone
The power is on
While your alarm
Set up for safety
Keeps out invaders who come
But still cant control.
Control the violent side
Control the violent side
Control the violent side
Control the violent side.
Got to fight to control the violent side
Every day and night
Ive got to fight to control it.
song performed by by Neil Young
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Little Merman (Fun Poem 51)
Just beyond the reef
where the little fishes swim
there lives a little merman
and his name is Gunga Din.
He frolics in the ocean
from morning to night,
playing with the mermaids
is his hearts delight.
One day while playing
on the ocean floor
Gunga din found a bottle
with a Genie trapped within.
He opened the bottle
and set the Genie free.
The Genie then said to him.
“Three wishes I now grant to thee.”
“Three wishes? What are those? ”
Gunga Din asked the Genie.
“Wishes are made
for anything you want,
and then I will make them come true.”
“But I have no need for wishes.
I have everything my heart desires.”
“But surely there is something
that you would like most of all? ”
Gunga Din shook his head.
“There is nothing I require.”
“Nothing? ” Asked the Genie.
“Nothing.” Gunga Din replied.
“You see Mr Genie
I have everything I need.
I am completely satisfied
with everything I have got.”
“The oceans are my gardens
to play around all day within.
I have plenty of friends
to keep me company.
So what do I need your wishes for?
I have everything I’ll ever need.”
“But I must grant you three wishes
for setting me free
and If you won’t take the wishes
I cannot be free.“
Gunga thought for a moment.
This cannot be right.
Everyone must be free
to do as they wish.
“Get back in the bottle, Mr Genie.
I’ll take you to some distant sandy shore.
I’ll put you on the beach
for someone to find.
I’m sure in that greedy world out there,
that there is someone
who will take up your wishes
and set you free.
28 December 2007
poem by David Harris
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Coming Out of The Midst of Shadows
Coming out of the midst of shadows,
To greet the radiance of the Sun...
They come together to defeat the wizards,
Of darkened ambitions.
And they come forward hopeful with wishes...
All conflicts will be dismissed.
Untieing them from the hold of these temptations.
They see, feel and wonder...
Why now do they become released.
Why has their hunger to deny themselves,
Ceased to be?
They are free!
And for the first time...
They are aware of it,
As this shows upon their faces!
Erasing despair and discomforts of a life,
That had held them too frightened to live!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Capture
Best wishes to those
Whose hearts dropp in sorrow!
Best wishes and joy...
For a brighter Sun kissed tomorrow!
The clouds that darken within will fade.
Like the moon reflecting light,
With a serenading escapade!
Best wishes come...
If you choose them to stay?
And drift away those gloom filled days,
When happiness is invited and excites...
The capture you radiate,
And display!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Genie Genie
In the beautiful
Las Vegas Nevada
a genie granted me
three wishes
he promised to do
as I please
if i could ensure
his release
glancing up something
caught my eye
a star trailing across
the sky
it's beautiful, he whispered
in my ear
come on make
your wishes dear
with a feeling of
ecstatic glee
he knew he would
soon be free
my dream was about
to come true
thanks to the genie
dressed in blue
dear genie my first
wish is to meet
the man whose voice
brings happiness to me
for my second wish
his smile I wish to see
my third wish is to win a
fortune in Vegas
consider it done the genie
said with a smile
poem by Rachel Nichols
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Voice
There's a lot that you preach and say you stand for
Kindness and generosity but you still have to settle a score
Skilled with the a blade sharper than a lethal sword
Freedom of speak, the only weapon you can afford
So many sit in silence as your opinions are shared
Words that are laced with poison but still they truly care
No one can tell just what your tune can truly sell
The only ones free are the ones whose hearing time quells
Yet there is still one whose voice speaks volumes through yours
As silence descends so does the truth hidden before
This other voice speaks and all has been restrained
But in a less violent way as those that you tamed
Violent may not be the correct term to use here
No, maybe I should show them the terror and fear
That held them so restricted in the cold and the dark
Show them the true power of your words possessive mark
So now that they listen to this other voice
Maybe now you can make the right choice
Let them be free for the sake of your soul
Because even though you try to protect, you can't pay that toll
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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Spunky
Spunky dont like her uniform
It never fit so good
Going back to the orphanage
And the place where her garage once stood
Well its a free-for-all
Free-for-all, free-for-all
Its a free-for-all you and me
And if you dont like what they are telling you
You cant teach a blind man to see
Well I can see
Spunky looks good in her bright red wig
Eating chocolate chip mint ice cream
A cat named lola with a violent past
Is balled-up asleep cross her knees
And its a free-for-all
Free-for-all, free-for-all
Its a free-for-all you and me
One day the world will be ready for you
And wonder how they didnt see
Spunky knows she can save the world
In her own little way
Turning in her old uniform
cause you know it really didnt pay
cause its a free-for-all
Free-for-all, free-for-all
Its a free-for-all you and me
Ill walk through the world with your name on my tongue
And your picture etched on my screen
song performed by by Eels
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Fixed Wishes
Fixed wishes from us begin to drift,
As they currently relate to a life lived...
That is.
In the present to be passed.
Remembered,
As we travel on...
To welcome new experiences.
Fixed wishes to keep in place,
Youthful faces that times ages.
And appearances to remain untouched.
As if seasons come to go,
But do not released from us...
Noticeable physical changes.
Producing within us a sadness that remains.
And we sit with fixed wishes,
Unaccepting that which this is...
A life,
We all have come to live...
Is not in a forever hereafter kept.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Little Mermaid (Fun Poem 81)
For Meggie who suggested I write this.
Deep in the oceans
where the little fishes play
there lives a little mermaid
and her name is Haveagayday.
She is not sure how she got her name,
but it is her name no less,
it might have been her mother
who helped a fisherman in distress.
One day Haveagayday was playing
with her friend a little merman named Gunga Din.
While they played Bubbles, a moaning Clam
came floating by on his way.
He stopped for a moan
that could never be alone.
He said he couldn’t find a soft spot of sand to bury himself in.
Now Haveagayday and Gunga Din suggested
he go to some sandy beach
where the blue waters lap gently to the shore.
There in the golden sand
he could be on his own all day long.
Bubbles blew some more bubbles
and quickly whooshed away
leaving the little mermaid and merman
to continue with their play.
Several days later while playing near that spot
they met up with the moaning clam,
old Bubbles again.
“You said it would be quiet
in that place in the sun,
that I would have all the peace and quite I wanted.
Well you were wrong
with all those noisy surfers
all trying to crack my shell.”
Haveagayday and Gunga Din thought
about what they could do.
Then Gunga Din remembered
about his Genie friend.
If his bottle were still on the beach,
his three wishes would help Bubbles
get his peace and quiet.
Haveagayday and Gunga Din swam off
to find the Genie in the bottle
if he was still on the beach.
They found the beach
where Gunga Din had put the bottle.
They searched along the beach
hoping the bottle hadn’t been found.
Finally, they found the bottle
and Gunga Din pulled the cork
and set the Genie free.
The Genie came out in a puff of smoke.
“I have three wishes to grant thee.”
“I know Mr Genie and I’ll have those wishes
for you to grant to me.”
“Tell me what your wishes are
and I will make them come true.”
“We have a friend named Bubbles
who wants a quiet beach to live.”
“Granted.” The Genie said.
“My second wish is that Bubbles
has a friendly mate f
or when the loneliness gets too much.”
The Genie smiled and clicked his fingers
and the wish was done.
“You have one more wish. Do you want it now? ”
“Oh, yes please.”
“I have a friend who is a Genie
whom would like to be free.
My third wish is then that you set my Genie free
for now and ever more.”
The Genie snapped his fingers.
“Your wish has been granted.”
He then looked at Gunga Din.
“You know you wasted that last wish.
You could have kept it for something your heart desired.”
“But I did Genie. My wish for your freedom
was my hearts desire.
That you be, free forever more.”
Haveagayday and Gunga Din got married
later on that year.
The Best man at their wedding
was the Genie whom he set free.
Also at the Wedding
were Bubbles and his bride to be Cuddles.
Now they all live happily together
Haveagayday, Gunga Din, Bubbles, Cuddles
and of course the Genie
under the deep blue sea.
24-25 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Forgiving Themselves of All Sorrows Borrowed
Unstrapped from an entrapping sadness.
And unwrapping sentiments.
With no lingering laments intended meant.
And quickly breaking free of those sacrificial deeds,
Misunderstood.
Although grasping to hold onto patience.
When a mind is at peace,
Everything is as it should be.
With a price that has been paid.
And investing in one's happiness,
Is a gift delivered from a faith that comes to save...
The ones who have awaited to dance too long.
With wishes to sing and share praises,
In celebration of those days now they are.
And forgiving themselves of all sorrows borrowed.
To leave tomorrow cleared...
And detached,
From that which was in a use to be that is gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freedom Now
They throwed him in jail
And they kept him there
Hoping soo hed die
That his body and spirit would waste away
And soon after that his mind
But every day is born a fool
One who thinks that he can rule
One who says tomorrows mine
One who wakes one day to find
The prison doors open the shackles broken
And chaos in the street
Everybody sing were free free free free
Everybody sing were free free free free
Everybody sing were free free free free
They throwed him in jail
And they kept him there
Hoping his memoryd die
That the people forget how he once led
And fought for justice in their lives
But every day is born a man
Who hates what he cant understand
Who thinks the answer is to kill
Who thinks his actions are gods will
And he thinks hes free free free free
Yes he thinks hes free free free free
He thinks hes free free free free
Soon must come the day
Whe the righteous have their way
Unjustly tried are free
And people live in peace I say
Give the man release
Go on and set your conscience free
Right the wrongs you made
Even a fool can have his day
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Free our bodies free our minds
Free our hearts
Freedom for everyone
And freedom now
Freedom now
Freedom now
Freedom now
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Violent Love
Baby, you look so good,
I knew you would.
Please, dont go away
Darling, say its okay...
I wanna make violent love
To you by the moon above
I wanna make violent love to you
I wanna kiss every night
To squeeze and hold you tight
I wanna make violent love to you
I dont want seem frantic
I dont want to cramp your style
Youre driving me into a panic
You just wanna drive me, drive me,
Drive me, drive me wild
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Cannot, Or Can I?
i cannot stop world hunger,
tho i've been one of the hungry.
i cannot heal the brokenhearted,
tho my heart has been broken.
i cannot put an end to prejudice,
tho there are many colors in my soul.
i cannot disarm the violent ones,
for i've been violent too.
i cannot put an end to greed,
tho i am a victim of its hand.
i cannot heal the environment,
that i've been a part of killing.
i cannot fill the cup of the lonely,
tho i've drunk from it often.
i cannot free the political prisoners,
that my apathy put in chains.
i cannot change the path of despair,
on which i walk, numb and faceless....
i cannot... or can i?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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If only we dream
Hold me close dear
Hold me so near
Hear my heart speak words so true
Dance with me darlin’
Dance with me in my dreams
Dance to moonlights sweet serenade
Though you are gone now and only memories remain
wishes can come true.....if only we dream
Dream with me darlin’
dream with me now
Wipe away tear drops with sweet kisses of love
Hear my heart calling
Hear my soul’s cry
Hear my love calling....only for you
Though you are gone now and only memories remain
Wishes can come true if only we dream
poem by Patricia Gale
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Lost Treasures
In an instant, all can vanish
For none can hold on to these
The tangible things we cherish
Like sand from our hands released.
Treasures of this earth so fleeting
A temporary worth they hold
Lost in fire, water, or shaking
They always leave us in the cold.
Real treasures lost in age
Man's faith and love for fellowmen
Replaced by greed and violent rage
Taking from one, whatever they can.
Lost treasures are human values
Perseverance, Hope, and Honor -
Dignity in work and Patience,
Love for all, whatever their color.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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I'm Not Brave Or Known For Courage
I'm not brave or known for courage I am allergic to fear
Of the violent and aggressive I am happy to stay clear
And far too many violent people in the World of today
Who don't respect the rights of others that does seem quite sad to say.
The living life form that I fear most happens to be my fellow man
Of those known to be violent I avoid them if I can
Even on their best behaviour bullies they have darkness of the soul
And one must say they are quite dangerous when they are out of control.
I'm not brave or known for courage just your average ageing bloke
And I like being with laid back people those who like to tell a joke
These to me are feel good people they are nice to get to know
Acquaintances with their sort into friendships do grow.
One known for to be violent could never be my friend
I see their type as control freaks of that I won't pretend
I like the easy going sort power over others they don't need
Not hard to get along with and quite likeable indeed.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Unloved Children
Must be a factory somewhere
Keeps on cranking them out
Seems like they travel in pairs
Not worth the trouble but too full of clout
Somebody must play his game
They get stuck in the here and now
Lending and borrowing pain
His fist, your face, you kiss the ground
But he dont do nothing half way
Complete this equation
He needs justification
Distaff affirmation
To keep on crankin it out
We could build cell on cell
Mainline him straight to hell
But that would not dispel
Violent men, hard-headed women, unloved children
Must be a garden somewhere
Keeps on sending them down
Big eyes, big teeth, big hair
Ready to breed with the nearest clown
She has the will to complain
But something wont let her
Break free of the tether
Even though she knows better
She just cant figure it out
We can prescribe for pain
Have her declared insane
Even all this wont change
Violent men, hard-headed women, unloved children
We let them find their own way
While everyone chooses
To ignore the abuses
Weve all got excuses
We keep on, keep on cranking them out
And nobody has the time
To look at the great design
But theyre all from the same bloodline
Violent men, hard-headed women, unloved children
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Revenge Of The Poem
you are my enemy
i have a gun hidden in this poem
i get the gun and pull its trigger
in front of your face
bang! bang! bang!
i hit you right at the center of your temple
you fall dead
in front of me
you are not dead?
who cares?
from the point of view of this violent poem
i just shot you and you are dead
you are my enemy
and you are dead
i am relieved
from the point of view of this violent poem
you are my enemy and you are dead
now i can go
and live in peace
this violent poem
has done its purpose
i will have another one to compose.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A statement: children who watch violent TV programmes tend to be more violent when they grow up. But did the TV cause the violence, or do violent children preferentially enjoy watching violent programmes? Very likely both are true. Commercial defenders of TV violence argue that anyone can distinguish between television and reality. But Saturday morning children’s programmes now average 25 acts of violence per hour. At the very least this desensitizes young children to aggression and random cruelty. And if impressionable adults can have false memories implanted in their brains, what are we implanting in our children when we expose them to some 100,000 acts of violence before they graduate from elementary school?
Carl Sagan in The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark
Submitted by Catalin Popescu
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Sometimes Like Butterflies
(bruce roberts / donna summer)
Well, I told you not to fall in love
I aint the kind you can tie down
You went and did it anyway
As though Id done you harm
Each time I went reachin out
Thats when you let go
Now dont try to pretend
That you didnt know
If you wanna love me
If you wanna hold me
Come on baby, set me free
I got to be free
If you wanna love me
If you wanna hold me
Butterflies are meant to fly
I got to be free
Sometimes like butterflies
Oh, yeah, ooh, baby, baby, ahh, yeah
Well I told ya right from the beginning
I couldnt stay for too long - that I had to go
Now, its not because its in my heart
Baby, I dont love you
Just because Im meant to be
Im meant to be free
cause if you wanna love me
If you wanna hold me
Come on baby, set me free
I got to be free
cause if you wanna love me
If you wanna hold me
Butterflies are meant to fly
I got to be free
Sometimes like butterflies
No, its not because its in my heart
Oh, I dont love you
Its only that Im meant to be
Im meant to be free
cause if you wanna love me
If you wanna hold me, baby
Let me fly, fly, fly, fly
I got to be free
Oh, baby
Love me, love me, love me, baby
Let me fly, fly, fly
I got to be free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Oh, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Oh, oh, baby
Love me, love me, love me, baby
Set me free
Oh, baby
If you wanna love me
If you wanna hold me
Come on baby, set me free
I got to be free, oh
cause if you wanna love me
If you wanna hold me
Butterflies are meant to fly
I got to be free
cause if you wanna love me
If you wanna hold me
Come on baby, set me free
I got to be free
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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