To Leave a Rotting Rut
I alone allowed...
My failures to speak for me out loud.
And would ask and get advice,
Whenever I felt enticed by gloom!
I gave them room to display defeat.
With a hollowness inside that creeped.
As I peeked at success that shied away,
And stared...
From a distance it often teased and glared.
Then I began tripping and slipping on my own faults.
Opening wounds...
To pour my own salt!
Then it became too clear,
I was the one I feared.
I was the one creating my own glum!
Stumbling in suffering habits,
And quick to accuse everyone of being 'dumb'!
I kept myself entwined...
Addicted to my own whines!
Until I kicked myself in the butt,
To leave a rotting rut...
And limitation behind!
'I am fine! ' I say!
Today I say...'I'm okay! I'm fine! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ok, Fine, Whatever
ok, you are fine,
and i am fine too,
ok you sit there
and look at me
i also sit here
i can also do
what you do,
ok, fine, you are fine
and i am fine too,
stare at me
and i stare at you
ok, fine,
i am tired,
ok, fine,
i am also one suffering soul,
ok fine,
i know, what to wait
ok fine,
i know what waiting time is
i dont like to wait
but i wait just the same
it has something to do
with what is due me
and when
it has something to do
with what is given
and what i must receive
and return
everything, not
a thing, i return everything
that is given,
ok, i am fine,
i wait, i think, i ponder, i reflect,
i have nothing
to say....my lips are sealed, i like
my mouth shut
i like my spirit silenced
i like it still here, i am not going anywhere.
regards to
God.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poet And Peer
They asked the Bard of Ayr to dine;
The banquet hall was fit and fine,
With gracing it a Lord;
The poet came; his face was grim
To find the place reserved for him
Was at the butler's board.
So when the gentry called him in,
He entered with a knavish grin
And sipped a glass of wine;
But when they asked would he recite
Something of late he'd chanced to write
He ettled to decline.
Then with a sly, sardonic look
He opened up a little book
Containing many a gem;
And as they sat in raiment fine,
So smug and soused with rosy wine,
This verse he read to them.
'You see yon birkie caw'ed a Lord,
Who struts and stares an' a' that,
Though hundreds worship at his word
He's but a coof for a' that.
For a' that and a' that,
A man's a man for a' that.
He pointed at that portly Grace
Who glared with apoplectic face,
While others stared with gloom;
Then having paid them all he owed,
Burns, Bard of Homespun, smiled and strode
Superbly from the room.
poem by Robert William Service
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Manipulation Got You Tripping
Lead me on then, tell me whatever you want me to know, yeah just tell it to me, I'll will absorb it, I'm so dumb I will remember it
Manipulation got you tripping
Oh for real, we going to do that and that and go here and there and be together forever
Manipulation got you tripping
Did all this and that, thought I was doing all the right things to make things straight for us Manipulation got you tripping
Dang for real, oh yeah, all this time this was only gonna lead to this and me feeling sick Manipulation got you tripping
Oh that was cold, got me here while you over there talking to him
Manipulation got you tripping
Alright, it is what it is then, I guess I ain't wanted here no more
Manipulation got you tripping Well yo gat damn, time to be the Nupe I am and wake up my fans
Manipulation got you slipping, cause now I'm dipping
poem by Coker George
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Did You Say The Weather Is Not Fine?
i didn't know really that it is always raining.
most of my time is spent inside my room.
inside my self. inside the marrow of my bones.
i do not like the rain. Or any news of it.
I do not go outside, i may meet the rain and
i told you
i do not like any rain, or any sound of the rain.
i am inside myself. And there is no rain anymore.
and of course, the weather is always fine
deep inside this miniature world of fine weathers
that i make myself.
just fine. and too small for any kind of rain.
clouds don't fit in here.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Guilt Complex
He was my closest friend
From childhood
Shared good and bad time
Together
Always wanted me
To reach greater heights
Started disapproving
The ways and means
I used to fulfill my dreams
My failures created doubts
For him in my mind
Started blaming him
For what I could not achieve
Held him responsible
For all my failures
Our friendship fell apart
I had lost someone
Who was my life’s part?
Time passed
I faced defeat after defeat
My progress halted,
Growth retorted
Until I realized
I was not doing the right
Remembered
What my lost friend
Had advised
Unwillingly did,
What he had suggested
Changed
My ways and means
Started tasting
Success after success
My dreams were fulfilled
But kept suffering
From the crime
I had committed
I had doubted
My friend’s integrity
Never cared for his
Love and sincerity
The guilt complex
Never allowed me
To live happily
I had lost courage
To face him
For my wrong doings
Tears keep coming
To the eyes
I feel all my achievements
Are tainted and farce
How to win him back?
Is now my goal
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Very Fine Love
(bob dipiero / jim photoglo)
I never knew how good love could be
All Id ever known was make believe
So many times Ive played the fool
Baby, til I met you
Now everything has fallen in place
You can tell by the smile on my face
For every lonely tear that Ive cried
Im that much satisfied
Weve got a fine, fine, very fine love
Weve got a fine, fine, very fine love
You know it when you find one
Shining like a diamond
Its so fine, fine, very fine love
How did I ever live without your love?
Its the only thing Im certain of
No matter what Im going through
I know I can count on you
You are more precious to me every day
Life is better now in every way
You dont have to lay the world at my feet
You have made my world complete
Weve got a fine, fine, very fine love, oh, oh
Weve got a fine, fine, very fine love
You know it when you find one
Shining like a diamond
Its so fine, so fine, very fine love
Ive got no apprehensions
Youve got the best intentions
Weve got a, weve got a, weve got a fine, fine, very fine love
Weve got a fine, fine, very fine love
A very fine
A very fine love
Very fine love, ah, ha, ooh, hoo
So fine, hey, so fine
So good, so good love
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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An Intruder 4
I am not superstitious. In the least.
But I found his suggestion to reach inside the nest-
However shambley-grab the eggs and sow them in the vacant lot next door
Over the rail, you know, among the standing tares and purple thistles
(Opening Nature's ring...slipping in the non-conducting link,
So to speak) wierd.
Barbaric. Unlucky. Un-nerving. Contra naturam. All that.
Also a bit crude.
And certain to have the same unwholesome effect
As opening an umbrella in the house, say, or
Failing to say 'gesundheit' when somebody sneezes,
Allowing a black cat to race across your path,
Separating twins and other indiscretions
Popularly (and, so, indisputably) held
To conduit disaster.
This, I recalled, was the new millenium. There
Was only one thing to do-get a second opinion.
'From many, one.' The more the merrier.
So I called my other friend Grey Wolf-
Part Shoshone-who better to ask?
Standing ready to act on his advice, which came quickly:
'Don't be silly, ' he said 'leave 'em alone, ' adding,
A little hungrily, I thought, 'unless you're going to eat them, that is.'
Fair advice.
So that was that.....
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Too Specific
When one has asked for the truth,
And gets it heard to be delivered straight...
Why is it then they begin,
To accuse the one unafraid to speak it...
Of being mean and too specific.
Too Specific
'I did not offer to volunteer.
But that isn't mentioned by the one who fears.
I was appraoched to make things clear.
And with the doing of it,
The one seeking clarity chose me to distance.'
Too Specific
The choice one makes of being too specific,
May come to traumatize the one addicted to getting...
Delusional 'hits'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All In All
I think I've had enough things too tough
I'm out the door
All in all it's just another day now
You're falling down
What you gonna do
Standing on top of the world tonight
No ones looking back at you
Stand tall
It's going on
It's going on
It's gonna be just fine
You're holding on
Holding on today
Things don't stop and the others announced they're moving on
Salt & tears in the minds in the mouths of a bad decision
Too late for another mistake it's bringing me down
With all your faults it isn't your fault
what's going on
All in all it's just another day now
You're falling down
What you gonna do
Standing on top of the world tonight
No ones looking back at you
Stand tall
It's going on
It's going on
It's gonna be just fine
You're holding on
Holding on today
So you lost yourself
So you lost your way
Found life through someone else
But you threw it all away
All in all it's just another day now
You're falling down
What you gonna do
Standing on top of the world tonight
No ones looking back at you
Stand tall
It's going on
It's going on
It's gonna be just fine
You're holding on
Holding on today
Times rolling on
rolling on today
It's going on
Going on today
song performed by by Lifehouse
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Way Into The Future
Way into the future
I got to know, jus today
That its where its going to be
One real thing, one truth of my love
This love is what future brings! ! !
Its all began in a sunshine
Dipping into the fresh rain
I know, I am gonna be fine
This love is where my life begins! ! !
I got to know, Just today
That its where its going to be
Sweetest love of mine
Would see you ever fine
All things will fall in line
As the future shines upon fine….
I know, I am gonna be in this love
In all my future to cherishingly adore….
I got to know, Jus today! ! !
poem by Umasree Raghunath
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Fine
A lovers quarrel
Death by a shotgun barrel
With a cleaning solution the instruments are made sterile.
A hairy situation.
Like a plastic surgeon.
Rewriting the expression.
In both the date and time.
Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas.
Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas.
Changing my identity
Becoming that man I never use to be
With all niceties, and pleasantries wrapped in a little bow tie.
I don't even know how I survived.
Some thought I would have committed suicide.
But my drive just wouldn't let me.
Well, Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas.
Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas.
A murders escape.
A mind debates.
With shouts of hate.
How can you? Just how can you?
Emotional distress.
In all this I digest the worthiness
Worthless I've been called.
Well, Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas.
Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas.
I can still hear you every night I dream.
No sound sleep, not for me.
The way you made it seem.
My fault, the living breathing scapegoat
Is it not real enough?
Well, Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas.
Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in it desperate pleas.
Now I stand upon the darkness
Ready to leap in.
All for you my friend.
Even though my wounds have yet to mend.
It matters not in the end.
Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in it desperate pleas.
Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in it desperate pleas.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Inside 'This' Storm
Inside 'this' storm...
An unyielding brings,
A turbulence with no defense.
Intensifies a tension,
Felt and seen.
And incenses without forgiveness.
Inside 'this' storm...
Held onto much too long,
A twisting to squeeze embittered emotions.
Seduces,
Those that continue to go on and on...
With no pending ending that settles a win.
No matter who takes offense!
Or heats one to invent.
What is it no one confesses?
Inside this storm.
What is it that comes to manifest this?
Inside 'this' storm.
Who allowed the thunderclouds,
To advance with voices loud with roaring claps.
When it was so clear at dawn...
A new day had promised all confusion gone!
Not to entrap with the biting of backs.
What is it no one confesses?
Inside this storm.
What is it that comes to manifest this?
Inside 'this' storm.
And who allowed the thunderclouds,
To advance with voices loud with roaring claps.
Who infested this with disturbing preciousness?
When it was so clear at dawn...
A new day had promised all confusion gone!
Inside 'this' storm...
An unyielding brings,
A turbulence with no defense.
Intensifies a tension,
Felt and seen.
And incenses without forgiveness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brother You
BROTHER YOU accuse of me of snoring in my sleep and that
you cannot sleep and you demand that
this bed be divided that this room
be changed
we have no other house brother
and this bed is the only one we have which father gave
when he was strong and alive when he felt that we can be brothers forever
BROTHER i accuse you of the same disturbance when you were asleep you were
snoring too hard and i too was not able to sleep the whole night
let us talk and before the sun sets today
let us understand our own lack
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Down
I gave you everything
I gave you trust and salvation
I gave you everything that I could provide
I gave you strength to stand and you shoved me
Down
[Chorus:]
I know you want me to love you
But all you ever do is bring me down
Won't you go away forever?
I've felt the world of pain
Brought me to the water and then left me dry
Took the drug from the user
Took all my strength to run the shoved me
Down
[Chorus]
It's kinda freaky just to see you crawl
And all you can do is stare
I know you're tripping
When I kick you to the curb
Like you kicked me
song performed by by Fuel from Something Like Human
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getting over a failure (for Liza)
be attuned, there is no such
thing as a permanent failure,
there are only preludes
success even is temporary
how much for failures?
do not diminish yourself
failures are merely suspended
successes, be patient for
it is just but a matter of time
failures are but temporary guests
the uninvited ones whom you
can even dismiss at any time
but don't be too harsh upon
failures and upon yourself
like everyone else that you meet
give them time to speak and
be with you, they also have something
to say, though not nice, but there
is also so much to learn from them.
that ugly guy over there, welcome
him inside your house, serve him
tea and company, he has something
more important to say, than that
handsome man over there, who like
a magician, gives you only illusions.
sometimes what is more real
let me say this once, is failure.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To a younger poet
Well, thanks for asking - quite a nice surprise...
first off, you have my passionate support -
for how could I believe in any less
of poetry, its value and its power?
And I know well of you, that despite all
your youthful, quick impatience, so sharp shown
to those, the wrinkly; grey; not keen on change -
you'd like to hear our comments on your work;
yes, even to reject them, red of face...
But spare a thought for ageing minds and hearts -
like comfortable kitchen-cupboard store
in that beloved house of realised dreams
where we can now at last just be ourselves,
where favourite brands cram out the sagging shelves
with jars not opened for too many a year -
more for sentiment, than for some new cuisine;
there's not much room for untried brands, alas -
'despite the fervour with which youth may praise
the heart-wrench of those wild love-seeking days,
or praise in detail Her so unique sight
to eyes so red from passionate wild night'...
there's not much room for endless rhymes for love
now, in the store-room of our ageing hearts;
we've been there, got the Tshirt (somewhere there, and
rotting from the dazzling blue sea's salt
of love's abundance, into which we two splash-dived) :
So please excuse us if we don't pour praise -
however fine your wild and winning ways;
we're poetry-besotted; live in thought;
know this: our passionate and full support.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A Fine Culture
They were indeed simple people
the people of the east
A FINE CULTURE they did have
the people of the east
A FINE CULTURE
the east should have given the rest
when the west brought out the 'machine'
the east brought out the 'human'
Today's world is not lacking in machine
Today's world is lacking in human
Today's east is sending 'productive men' all over
the east should have sent 'human men' all over
How did the east stray?
when did it loose it's way?
The east then found everything in simplicity
simplicity was it's strength and beauty
simplicity gave the east it's integrity
simplicity never ever gave the east an inferiority
Today the east mocks the west
the 'material' wealth of the west..has
put to rest...the
true spirit of the east
We blame it on simplicity
we say we were plundered due to our simplicity
a handed down book on simplicity
only became a liability..we say
What the west had gained
everybody did gain...the 'machine'
what the east had lost
everbody did loose...the 'human'
Today what are we in
an 'un human' man is managing a dangerous dumb 'machine'...and
THAT'S THE DANGER WE ARE IN...without
a fine culture
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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Fine, Fine, Very Fine Love
I never knew how good a love could be
all i'd ever known was make beleive
so many times i played the fool
baby till i met you
now everything has fallen in place
you can tell by the smile on my face
for every lonely tear that i've cried
i'm that much satisfied
(Chrous)
We've got a fine fine very fine love
We''ve got a fine fine very fine love
You know it when you find one shining like a diamond
It's so fine fine very fine love
You are more precious to me every day
life is better now in every way
you don't have to lay the world at my feet
you have made my world complete
(Chorus)
I've got no apprehensions
you've got the best intentions
we've got a we've got a ..
fine fine very fine love
(Chorus)
song performed by by Pam Tillis
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Success In Failure
Failures infinite in life
Despair-- Demoralisation--- Depression-
Hence success by mere thoughts
At least momentary happiness-- bliss--- ecstasy--
To reap the joy of the implausible
The unattained fulfilment of the feat
Which proved to be defeat
Thus success in failure.
Note: With umpteen failures in life where there's no success at all a bit of momentary happiness can be gained by thinking of it.
poem by Green Peace
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Drop Kick That Evil
We've got to get together and defeat the beast that eats...
Any remnants of peace!
That beast wants to cease a potential feasting of peace,
Released.
And this keeps a people teased by evil.
We've got to get together on collective feet.
And march together in a harmonized beat.
To sweep away the preaching of what's evil.
Drop kick that evil.
Like a football kicked right over a goal.
Drop kick that evil.
Don't leave it in your hands to hold.
To get tackled and crushed up.
Laying flat on a knocked out butt.
We've got to get together and defeat the beast that eats...
Any remnants of peace!
We've got to get together on collective feet.
And march together in a harmonized beat.
To sweep away the preaching of what's evil.
Drop kick that evil.
Like a football kicked right over a goal.
Drop kick that evil.
Don't leave it in your hands to hold...
To get your butt dumped on!
That beast wants to cease a potential feasting of peace,
Released.
And this keeps a people teased by evil.
Drop kick that evil.
There is nothing that appeals.
Drop kick that evil.
No matter how you feel...
'Eveal' is real.
Drop kick that evil.
There is nothing that appeals.
Drop kick that evil.
No matter how you feel...
'Eveal' is real.
Drop kick that evil.
There is nothing that appeals.
Drop kick that evil.
No matter how you feel...
'Eveal' is real.
Drop kick that evil.
No matter how you feel...
'Eveal' is the 'real' enemy!
Drop kick that evil.
'Eveal' is the 'real' enemy!
Drop kick that evil.
'Eveal' is the 'real' enemy!
Drop kick that evil.
'Eveal' is the 'real' enemy!
Drop kick that evil.
'Eveal' is the 'real' enemy!
Drop kick that evil.
Drop kick that evil.
Drop kick that evil.
Drop kick that evil!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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