Deluded With Cheers
The fool refuses to use a flashlight
To find his way through a cave.
He's deluded with the cheers he hears...
Believing them sighs instead of cries!
He leads an entourage,
Dwindling as he creeps.
And one of them by the name of Blair...
Hauls ass to keep,
A waning dignity he knows is bleak!
'There's a dead end at the bottom! '
Yells a woman in heels as she weeps!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sylvia Plath's Welcome Poem For Ariel Escalona
Ariel
Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
God's lioness,
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees! -The furrow
Splits and passes, sister to
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,
Nigger-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks -
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else
Hauls me through air -
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels.
White
Godiva, I unpeel -
Dead hands, dead stringencies.
And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
The child's cry
Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,
The dew that flies,
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red
Eye, the cauldron of morning.
P.S.
sylvia and the rest of the girls who know you
send their best regards. Still whole to find the holes?
and stiff and tickling?
musta ka na conejo? good, you're still with us.
WELCOME TO THE SHOW.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How Deep Can An Ignorance Get
I'm telling you...
I saw a five dollar bill.
When you were discussing,
The clarity of the sky.
And how that has not been seen,
In quite sometime.
We'll discuss that later.
Now go see if you can find someone,
With a rope or ladder or something.
Or find someone with a flashlight.
I know what I saw.
And I saw it from up there,
Where you are.
'How deep can an ignorance get? '
There you go getting philosophical.
'No one told you to jump down there,
Like a fool.'
Who are you calling a fool?
I've got more than five dollars in my wallet.
And I bet you can't say that?
Can you!
'You are right!
But who is asking who for the assistance? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Verdun
In the field where flowers grow,
the dead lay buried far below.
The war they fought is over now.
Peace may they find at last,
beneath the fields that once run red,
with the blood of half a million dead.
The land is now peaceful and tranquil there,
no more carnage does it share,
no more thunder of dropping shells,
or the cries and tortured yells.
Just the ghosts of men who fought,
and died before their time.
(22 May 2007)
poem by David Harris
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From the Top to the Bottom
From the top to the bottom,
There were those who chose to stop...
Actions they believe were made,
By those who went against the grade.
No matter if that grade,
Had been all about 'shade'.
From the top to the bottom,
There were those who were just rotten.
With nothing on their minds,
But themselves all the time.
And believing they had power...
To stop tick tocking from a hanging clock.
From the top to the bottom,
There were gobblers who loved robbing...
Anything they thought had meaning,
And to smear it with their scheming.
With no scruples in their 'noggin'.
And sipping on mischief like it was eggnog.
From the top to the bottom,
There were crooks and there were snobs...
With their noses in the air!
But no empathy is shown to come,
From anywhere.
Now find their lives blocked,
And going no where.
From the top to the bottom,
They are slipping off roofs...
Into muddy ruts.
With no boots or shoes,
And on their butts out of luck...
Singing the blues!
From the top to the bottom,
Slickers sliding in slop!
From the top to the bottom,
And it's done nonstop!
From the top to the bottom,
Slickers sliding in slop!
From the top to the bottom,
And it's done nonstop!
From the top to the bottom,
Now the bottom's got 'em shocked!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Woman of Dignity
A woman of dignity is a woman of substance.She is more than worth of jewelleries.She is in no position to allow anyone to make her feel inferior.She is courageous, principled and skillful.She perseveres to achieve her ambition.She has the heart to withstand all hardships.She is indeed a woman of dignity.She is hardworking, modest and pure.She makes her house a home.A woman who has'life is war'as her motto.Is a true woman of dignity.
poem by Asante Louis Agyemang
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Gift to the Earth
I AM
A woman of confidence,
Believing in myself.
I AM
A woman of courage,
Accepting any challenge.
I AM
A woman of strength,
Enduring life’s hardships.
I AM
A woman of spirit,
Defying life’s obstacles.
I AM
A woman of vision,
Knowing my destiny.
I AM
A woman of dignity,
Worthy of your respect.
I AM
The Black Woman,
A GIFT TO THE EARTH.
© 1996 Sylvia Larane Green
poem by Sylvia Larane Green
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All Around
where ever she goes
all around hatred grows
'you're so annoying'!
they'd cry as her tears are pouring
'i wish you'd dropp dead.'
she hears over and over in her head
and so she cries at night
and as she turns out the light
she prays to the Lord above
'why can't I feel love'?
and as her tears flow
God looks down below
a tear rolls down his cheek
as his child feels so weak
so the little girl sleeps
as her Heavenly Father weeps
and I'm lying here crying
because that little girl is me
poem by Arianna Loshnowsky
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I Am (Desire)
i am, become...
i am the stillness of the mountains,
and the whisperings of the grasses.
i am the kiss of the river,
running o'er stones and dirt.
i am the magnificent eagle,
but no less the sparrow...
i am the wind that weeps
for the land of the free!
i am concrete and glass,
the great cities you built.
i am factories and mills,
i am trucks hauling freight.
i am rows of corn,
your tractor, your mule.
i am brick houses built,
row upon row...
i am breasts and hands,
i am lips and legs wrapped.
i am sweetness and wetness,
i am heat and the moan..
i am the cave of desire,
the ride long, deep, and hard.
i am the dance of the lovers
in the great room of darkness.
i am children taught by lamplight,
books written by the candle.
i am integrity and dignity
handed down from generation to generation.
i am discernment and questioning,
and the prayers of all traditions.
i am the hope that listens,
hears, and cares....
i am the magic belief
that awaits the star,
and the birth...
the faith that demands
that living goes on...
i am all that you are
given without holding back...
i am tomorrow believing in today!
i am, i dance, i make love, i sing...
i am America's desire,
i am, become....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Once two brothers lived in a cave;
Poor were they with nothing to save.
But, somehow, their luck
A HUGE fortune struck!
And cheers to dumping the cave.
quote by by Walterrean Salley
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Bottom Of The Glass
You think that you have found a way to ease your troubled mind
You fill a glass, then drink it down and fill it one more time
Well, the wine will flow and the pain will go but the spell will never last
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Well, the bottom of the glass is just as empty as your life
You know it holds no secret way to help you in your strife
But for a while youre in another world and you wake up in the past
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
...glass
That bottle there is not your friend when its gone it leaves you cold
The strength it gives you slips away for its something you cant hold
Your hands will shanke and then youll take another from the flask
But youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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Bottom Of The Glass
You think that you have found a way to ease your troubled mind
You fill a glass, then drink it down and fill it one more time
Well, the wine will flow and the pain will go but the spell will never last
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Well, the bottom of the glass is just as empty as your life
You know it holds no secret way to help you in your strife
But for a while youre in another world and you wake up in the past
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
...glass
That bottle there is not your friend when its gone it leaves you cold
The strength it gives you slips away for its something you cant hold
Your hands will shanke and then youll take another from the flask
But youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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When She Cries
No one knows my lady when she's lonely
No one sees the fantasies and fears my lady hides
There are those who've shared her love and laughter
But no one hears my lady when she cries…but me
No one hears my lady when she cries
And when she cries she makes you wanna run
And chase the sun and bring it back
To brighten up a corner of her dark and troubled skies
When she cries
She walks barefoot through the misty mornin'
Dreams of golden yesterdays reflectin' in her eyes
But soon the evenin' shadows crowd around her
Frightening my lady till she cries…for me
Frightening my lady, till she cries
You may have seen her lyin' in your lamplight
And if you've heard her whispered words, it comes as no surprise
So be the one she shares her secret smiles with
But send me back my lady when she cries…for me
My lady's gonna need me when she cries
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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I Can't Tell Bottom From The Top
And ev'rytime I get to thinking with ev'ry thought of you
I want to shout aloud
and then I think about the love
I had inside me and how you brought what's inside out.
So now love's made it to the outside
I want to tell the world of ev'rything I've found
somehow your love released a spring wound up inside me
you turned my living upside down;
And I can't tell the bottom from the top,
Am I standing on my head or on my heels ?
Is it cloudy, is it bright ?
Is it day or is it night ?
Am I wrong or am I right and is it real ?
Tell me where you learned the magic
the spell you used the day you made me fall
baby now I know that love is no illusion
I'm upside down
but ten feet tall.
And I can't tell the bottom from the top
Am I standing on my head or on my heels ?
Is it cloudy, is it bright ?
Is it day or is it night ?
Am I wrong or am I right and is it real ?
On and on I drifted with the tide
I didn't know that love could move me so
you filled my life with love and much more besides
and you showed me which way to go;
And I can't tell the bottom from the top
Am I standing on my head or on my heels ?
Is it cloudy, is it bright ?
Is it day or is it night ?
Am I wrong or am I right and is it real ?
And I can't tell the bottom from the top
Am I standing on my head or on my heels ?
Is it cloudy, is it bright ?
Is it day or is it night ?
Am I wrong or am I right and is it real ?
song performed by by Hollies
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While My Guitar Gently Weeps...
It's hard to tell how many regrets my heart keeps,
After the scars of my heart I see.
Eyes fall short of tears to cry,
While my guitar gently weeps...
When my present turns back and into the past it peeps,
Delightful memories flood in with a sweet pain.
All the anguish comes out through the strings,
While my guitar gently weeps...
As the nostalgia
on my broken heart creeps,
I curse myself for my blunders.
Nobody can ever hear my heart sob,
While my guitar gently weeps...
It is so unfair that the whole world peacefully sleeps,
And has faithful people to care.
But I have nobody to console me,
While my guitar gently weeps...
-SUJAY.S.P
poem by Sujay Patekar
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He Believes He Is Being Praised
A fool will never understand,
Why his actions are understood.
He sees this as approval...
And continues to remain a fool.
Even moved to the exit...
He believes he is being praised.
In isolation,
He awaits to be knighted ruler
And king!
No one has the heart to tell him,
Bulldozers are at the base
Of the hill upon which he sits!
His eyes drift.
Befitting one of dignity who leads,
And commands action!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I personally hold Blair more responsible for this war than I do George Bush. The reason is, Blair knows better, Blair is not an idiot. What is he doing hanging around this guy?
quote by Michael Moore
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Excited Winds
As the wind blows
I almost know
I can feel the thrill
Without one kill
As the wind talks
I start to walk
No one understands
A man with no hands
As the wind yowls
It sounds like howls
Like women in need of money
Or craving for some honey
As the wind weeps
I get the creeps
It sounds like cries
When someone dies
poem by Cherra Redd
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Evil Woman
You made a fool of me, but them broken dreams have got to end.
Hey woman, you got the blues, cos you aint got no one else to use.
Theres an open road that leads nowhere, so just make some miles
Between here and there.
Theres a hole in my head where the rain comes in,
You took my body and played to win,
Ha ha woman its a crying shame,
But you aint got no one else to blame.
Chorus
E-evil woman, e-evil woman, e-evil woman, evil woman
Rolled in from another town,
Hit some gold too hot to settle down,
But a fool and his money soon go separate ways,
And you found a fool lyin in a daze,
Ha ha woman what you gonna do,
You destroyed all the virtues that the lord gave you,
Its so good that youre feeling pain,
But you better get yourself on board the very next train.
Chorus:repeat
Evil woman how you done me wrong,
But now youre tryin to wail a different song,
Ha ha funny how you broke me up, you made the wine now you
Drink the cup,
I came runnin every time you cried,
Thought I saw love smilin in your eyes,
Ha ha very nice to know, that you aint got no place left to go.
Chorus:repeat
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Difficulties with women
It’s difficult to dress a woman
According to her wish,
It’s easier to undress a woman
Against her wish.
It’s difficult to argue with a woman
Because she is always right,
It’s easier to agree with her
Without any fight.
It’s difficult to find the words
A woman would like to hear,
It’s easier to keep silent
If you want to be her dear.
It’s difficult to guess her mood
So that to be understood,
It’s easier to tell her a funny story
And once more to say: sorry.
It’s difficult to explain
How much you miss her
It’s easier to give her a kiss
For her to remember you and miss.
It’s difficult to remember
All woman’s wishes and dates,
It’s easier to make a fete
She could enjoy every day.
It’s difficult to stand
When a woman cries,
It’s easier to listen
When she tells you lies.
It’s difficult to pretend
When you don’t love a woman
It’s easier to play a fool.
To play games without any rule.
There are many difficulties
You can find with women
But I would say without a doubt:
There is always the way out.
Anyone can add much more
To the words I’ve said above
If you have life experience
And know the science of love.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Civil Disobedience
civil disobedience...
daring acts of courage?
peaceful rebellion.
when, by choice, the freedom
of one is sacrificed for the
freedom of many.
believing that all men, and
women, are indeed equal...
in needs, rights, beliefs, and desire.
believing that no man
ever owns another man....
that dignity is not for sale.
believing that no man, or woman,
is ever free until all are free....
and all share the right to respect,
and the right to be individual,
with the need for community.
obeying the law of liberty
over the threats of the
law of the land... choosing
to stand, stay firm, and deliver.
putting feet to ideals, and
hands to the plow....
now you must choose!
civil disobedience...
a criminal act.... or
the cost of freedom!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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