Echos From the Past Are Heard
If,
For a number of decades...
A pleading made,
Flies away with the birds.
Why are eyes opened so wide today?
As if something rotten has been eaten.
And their bodies are ready to purge.
With an unrelenting cleansing.
And an increasing release of violence,
Does not perturb or disturb those fast asleep.
Why is a society suddenly awakened,
To find itself on collective knees?
Looking for reason,
As to how, when and why...
Their security and peace,
Can be so threatened?
With a clipping of their safety nets,
Right from under their feet!
'We need to reset our priorities! '
Echos from the past are heard.
'We need to be more diligent...
In protecting the wellbeing of our citizens.'
Those echos from the past are heard.
'We need to uphold and maintain those high standards.
Those that are cherished upon this land so loved.
We need to ensure our fellowmen are safe and secure.'
These echos from the past are heard.
And those echos from the past,
Annoy and go ignored.
As if made by attention seeking children.
To leave no one listening.
Or caring enough to pay attention,
Any given that is mentioned.
'Mommy?
There is a man outside.
And he's pointing a gun at our house! '
~Go to your room and pick up your things.
Do as I say.
Learn to obey.~
'That's more problematic than rational.
And poses a preventable illogical outcome.
Promising to have an impacting dire affect.'
~Go to your room!
Before I impact some dire affects on your bottom,
Young man.
Soon!
Do you hear me?
Soon!
And stop being such a smarty pants.~
Echos from the past are heard.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lost Echos
Echos returning I do not send,
Or create their initiation...
I can not accept.
Lost echos falling on deaf ears...
Are not mine to hear.
Nor am I in the business,
Of casting foreign shadows.
My own I feel are blessed.
And I keep them protected.
I am accused of being biased.
And this must be true.
I am more comforted in the knowing,
My feelings are honest.
And my loyalty is devoted too!
But...
Echos returning I do not send,
Or create their initiation from the beginning...
I can not accept them or adopt their endings.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The House Beside The Road
The house beside the road,
Where people lived
And children played,
Is empty now
And falling down.
The echos of happy feet
Are heard now,
Tapping to the sound
Of Poppy's fiddle,
But the house beside the road
Is empty.
When a gentle voice
Is heard in the house,
It's only a singing breeze
Sifting itself through
The cracks in the roof of
The house beside the road.
poem by Scarlett Treat
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Empty
I miss you so very much-I miss you- I truly do-
In the hours and days that are empty of your sweet smile...
Where silence echos against the walls and the walls echo only you-
I miss you so very much-I miss you so-I truly do;
Gathering up my memories-Gathering up all of my memories of you...
Arranging them all alphabetically-Alphabetically, i do-
In the silence where emptiness echos-It echos of all that is true...
I gather up my memories-Sweet memories-My memories of you;
poem by Theodora Onken
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The Meaning There Is In the Intention Sent
I've learned to say what I mean.
And then to clear the air,
With frankincense and myrrh.
Keeping the atmosphere golden.
Without hints left to be perceived.
Or believed in the picking of thoughts
Some may rumor I intended to leave.
Any peace I release is there to be understood.
And not subjected to petty interpretations,
By those imbibed with intoxicants.
Already stirred...
And disturbed by blurring echos.
Heard but not from words.
'I heard what was said,
But that wasn't meant!
Even though the words were spoken...
The meaning there is in the intention sent.
Here...
You want a toke? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Past Lives
An angel came to me last night
She saw me in a different light
She showed me things I thoughht I could be
Are not a million miles away
As surely as night follows day
It follows, Im a king not a slave
It is another case of dj vu
It seems to happen everyday
It all comes back to me whatever I do
Theres always been a price to pay
Past lives, past lives
You can never put the ghost to bed
Get the feeling that you live, forever she said
Past lives, past lives
Rub my stomach while I pat my head
Get the feeling in your mind
When youre out of your head
And to the eastern side of the bay
My shadow is sailing away
Treasure possessions and money to burn
I wont be taking these with me
I hear the echos and Ive nowhere to turn
After all Im at sea
Past lives, past lives
We can anchor off the coast she said
The storm will pass and the fog will clear in your head
Past lives, past lives
You can never put the ghost to bed
Get the feeling that you live forever she said
In another world when dreams collide
To the mocking bird of faith we tied
She comes to pass but not to stay
Through the looking glass, she fades away
Welcome to the house of usher
An angel came to me last night
She sold me down the river of life
song performed by by Level 42
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(Inspiration Poem) A Poets Love
To describe it as you do
I have no clue
With words streaming through
A voice so thoroughly heard
It echos across the world
Reaches in places unheard
Flies higher then any bird
This is your love.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Let The Bleeding Heart Be Destroyed
Do you hear me yet.
Such a simpleton.
Such a quaint ugly little man.
Dropping names out of the darkness.
Where did they come from?
Where did he come from?
And why is he here now?
What could ever satisfy the need of reason?
The logistics of a screwed up disease.
A simple sneeze, and it spreads like an uncontrollable wild fire.
The echos of it will bring you to your knees.
Digging a knife straight into your mind.
Trying to block out the blood curdling screams...
But nothing works, nothing ever works.
So desperately wanting feel nothing.
Becoming the emotionless brick.
Building the walls of emptiness.
Becoming the king of voids.
Another bleeding heart has been destroyed.
Watching everyone turn into the ash of the past.
Prayers be with those soon to be forgotten.
And then hes gone, then hes gone.
The dark cloud can never be lifted again.
A veil made out of pure steel.
Locked up tight.
With eyes wide shut we try to rebut.
But it is already too late.
It is always too late.
Forgiveness for who?
He does not need it anymore.
Apologizes grow with the sickness of this rotten sycamore.
But we do not understand, it is too late it does not grow anymore.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The Quite Fire
Quite is the fire, quite is the dreams,
quite is the passions, the laughter and the tears,
Quite is the fire that sooths the moment.
Quite is the fire it's like a snow bird in flight,
lie still, lie still and take in the moment.
For we shall remember how to dream, it's like watching a
quite fire.
For a quite fire is like timeless echos in the winds.
A quite fire can soothe a lonely soul in passing.
quite is the fire.
A quite fire can take you over in a moment, it's magic,
A quite fire can burn deep with in your soul for hope,
for peace and for love.
Quite is the fire to hear a silent whisper and think of love.
Quite is the fire.
Quite is the moment
Quite is the time for laughter
Quite is the time for hope
Quite is the time for passion
A quite fire is like timeless echos in the winds.
poem by Margot Lindsey
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The One...
The one calls out to me in the blackness of night,
I hear her, but do I really hear what must be heard?
Is it her? Or is it yet another charlatan seeking her throne?
Trying to trap me with the echos of such a sweet perfection.
When the time comes will I see that light of love so bright?
Or shall I dismiss it as just another shooting star?
She calls out to me again, for this is what was meant to be,
This heart that has been hurt before must take yet another leap of faith.
Shall I allow another into the deepest darkest recesses of this heart?
Should I display all that I am for anothers aproval once more?
Why I ask I do not know, for the answers live within me,
To live a life without love... Is to live a wasted life...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Reflected Specks of Dust
It may be an illusion.
But all must agree,
It has to be faith.
To endured from us,
This has to come.
With a lusting of trust thrusted.
In resounding echos heard.
Repeated in completed recognition!
Embraced attached souls are we!
From a place of magnificent light.
Reflected specks of dust so loved.
As the power of The Almighty,
Adorns to trace...
With an etching to witness upon our faces.
Animated to dim until extinguished.
And soar we do,
Under the warmth of Sun.
To cool when the Moon comes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Autumn flame
There is something
In the autumn air
It wakes and stirs feelings unpaired
Of my native blood
In a manner of its warming touch
Hinting to a changing mood
From the distance familure past
Memories pondered a forecast
The scarlet color of changing trees
Leaves shake and make its sounds
Every hill and on the ground
Looks like its in a flame
The wind calls and echos my name
poem by Howard Johnson
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Everybodys Talkin
(fred neil)
Everybodys talkin at me
I dont hear a word their sayin
Only the echos of my mind
People stop and stare
I cant see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes
Im goin where the sun keeps shinin
Through the pourin rain
Goin where the weather suits my clothes
Bankin off of the northeast winds
Sailin on summer breeze
And skippin over the ocean like a stone
Im goin where the sun keeps shinin
Through the pourin rain
Goin where the weather suits my clothes
Bankin off of the northeast winds
Sailin on summer breeze
And skippin over the ocean like a stone
Everybodys talkin at me
Cant hear a word their sayin
Only the echos of my mind
I wont let you leave my love behind
No I wont let you leave
I wont let you leave my love behind
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Brain Constipation
Somebody hear me, somebody listen to me
Am I alone in this world
Is there anyone listening?
Appease me, cant find a reason to be
Alienation, is taking over me
Im going away, cant go on any longer
I really dont know why I just gotta die
I never thought this was how it would end
The body swinging,
I see it over and over again
Vanian singing, can I ever listen to it again?
A cry for attention was a cry never heard
With no one listening,
There was nothing to be heard
Nothing to be heard
song performed by by NOFX
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Bonded Souls
Although you shall never feel it, there is a soft touch
And tender kiss I give to you freely,
They shall linger longer than these bodies we posess,
After we are dust and gone from this life,
Their echoes whispering to you in your next.
In our journey through eternity we are bonded souls.
Our very beings shall cry out to one another,
Though the hands of time shall see us to our final rest,
That is not an ending for us, as a babe we are born,
With wisdom we die, if we listen within the dark of night,
Our souls can hear the echos of their past.
Two hearts entwined, two souls shared,
We are bonded souls, we are friends,
We are love to the other, a gift like no other...
Souls of age and youth we are,
Youth that requires flesh to comprehend,
And age that we know it must be,
We cannot halt our return to this mortal coil.
To learn and to love, that's what it's all for,
Flesh and bone are but the tools of a soul,
Throughout eternity we shall dance,
Forever and a day upon our stage of memories,
For we are bonded souls...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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I Don't Know Where The Past Is Gone
I don’t know where the past is gone
I only know most of my own life is over-
I don’t know where the past has gone
I only know so many people I loved
Are no longer here and will never be here again-
I don’t know where the past has gone
I only know that that chance I had that hope for so many years
Can never be mine in the same way again-
I don’t know where the past has gone
So many moments of beauty and love and opportunity missed and longing unrealized-
I don’t know where the past has gone
And what of it I should miss
And why I should long for it so.
I don’t know where the past has gone
And where my life was lost and why I did not do better in it-
I don’t know where the past has gone
And what will be when for me
Everything is only the Past gone
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Dark Past
My past is dark
It's full of pain and tears
My past is my story
My past made me stronger
People still don't know why my past is dark
But I will tell you
No more hiding for me
My past is red stained razors
I admit I did cut
But, I will no more
My closest friend was the only one that knew
Me and her alike in so many ways
We helped each other through thick and thin
My future is bright and happy
I am loved and always will be loved
In my future I will not shed a tear
For I will be surrounded by loved ones
My past is erased I have no regrets
My life is better oh..so much better
poem by Jasmine Kayleen
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Heard Somebody Cry
(I thought I heard somebody cry--
I though I heard somebody cry)
I went to see what I could find
Like flowers in the dead of night
Like shadows in the moonlight--
I though I heard somebody cry
A choir with a single voice--a picnic on a cliff
Antenna like an insect--to pick up all your thoughts
Chorus
It isnt true
I am not the ghost
Without a soul . . . come
Listen to my heart
You feel the beat . . . stop
Listen to the sound
Of moving feet . . . walk
Through the halls at night
When Im asleep
I dont believe . . .i dont believe
The shoe is on the other foot--the glove is on the fist
The first is like a cannonball--but it feels like a kiss
I got a bed thats real soft--in a room thats always sad
I thought I heard a window sigh--
I though I heard somebody cry
Chorus
A choir with a single voice--a picnic on a cliff
Antenna like an insect--to pick up all your thoughts
I sip the running water--like rivers from your eyes
I thought I heard somebody cry--somebody might be lost
I thought I heard somebody cry--somebody might be lost
I thought I heard somebody cry--i thought Id go and see
I thought I heard somebody cry--somebody might be me
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Bladerunner
Written by ricky & marty wilde
(mother? )
(mother? )
Well as the city nights grow cold
The lights jump through the shutters
And a thousand echos fill the streets
And bounce along the dirty gutters
(out there)
I know that hes waiting for me
(somewhere)
I know that hes waiting there for me
I watched her falling to the ground
And saw the glass go flying
And inside her mind the fuse blew out
But deep inside a voice was crying
(out there)
I know that hes waiting for me
(somewhere)
I know that hes waiting there
Look out for the bladerunner
I thought I heard him calling you
And now a silence fills the room
I feel my heart start beating
cos inside the shadows there he stands
Hes waiting on our final meeting
(out there)
I know that hed waited for me
(somewhere)
I know that hed waited there for me
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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History Will Teach Us Nothing
If we seek solace in the prisons of the distant past
Security in human systems were told will always always last
Emotions are the sail and blind faith is the mast
Without a breath of real freedom were getting nowhere fast
If God is dead and an actor plays his part
His words of fear will find their way to a place in your heart
Without the voice of reason every faith is its own curse
Without freedom from the past things can only get worse
Sooner or later just like the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later just like the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
History will teach us nothing
History will teach us nothing
Our written history is a catalogue of crime
The sordid and the powerful, the architects of time
The mother of invention, the oppression of the mild
The constant fear of scarcity, aggression as its child
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
Convince an enemy, convince him that hes wrong
Is to win a bloodless battle where victory is long
A simple act of faith
In reason over might
To blow up his children will only prove him right
History will teach us nothing
Sooner or later the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
History will teach us nothing
History will teach us nothing
Know you human rights
Be what you come here for
Know your human rights
Be what you come here for
Know your human rights
Be what you come here for
Know your human rights
Be what you come here for
song performed by by Sting
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A lot of young poets today, from what I've heard and experienced, can't get their heads past George W. Bush, and I've heard so many poems about this democracy and this era of politics that I'm kind of bored by it.
quote by Amber Tamblyn
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