Toasting With Cocktails
Say what you will,
But words plastered
Upon a damaged dike...
Will not contain a flushing storm,
Exposing the weakness
Of a foundation flawed.
No matter who says it is fortified,
To resist constant pounding...
Someone is going to feel the affects,
Of not putting words into action!
Accept those who are toasting with cocktails,
Ignoring the calls for help!
And too inebriated to distinguish between sounds
Of screams and their own laughter!
Believing they have been drenched by a massive martini,
Filled to the brim with floating olives...
And intoxicated with merriment descending upon them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lip Service
Words inspire and words destroy
Words conspire and words annoy
Words spread freedom and words detain
Words believe them in sound refrain
Words of passion in words misleading
Words without action are words without meaning
poem by P.R. Prosper
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The End of Good Works
Many souls religious at their best, will surely fail their final test,
A test that man created friend, where good works are their end,
Ignoring The Words of The Son, God’s Only, True Chosen One,
Christ’s very words, “It is finished”; His Salvation is diminished.
Religion is man’s way to God, from down upon the earth’s sod,
In their works, they add to faith, ignoring Christ’s Saving Grace,
Letting religion guide their way, ignoring what Christ has to say,
Final words spoken by The Son, words from Him, for everyone.
Every religion is created by man; a salvation, not of God’s plan,
Led by the one who lied to Eve, so the religious, he will deceive,
Creating religions formed by men, of which, God shall condemn,
When Christ judges every nation, not by works but His salvation.
God, from above, sent His Lamb, Jesus Christ, The Great “I Am”.
To bring salvation to every land, Truth, all men must understand,
The Lord, who died on a tree, finishing salvation for you and me,
As Christ alone is the only way, no matter what religion does say.
All, who ignore the words of Christ, shall never enter Eternal Life,
As Christ alone paid the price, so that man could enter Paradise,
Good works won’t work friend, as many shall see come the end,
Ignoring Christ’s words on Calvary, will only bring wrath eternally.
(08/2011)
Dirty Martini
Two in the morning there's a drink in my hand
(Dirt, dirt, dirty Martini)
Nothing moving the place but sweat
I heard a rumour 'bout a Cajun band
(Dirt, dirt, dirty Martini)
The bartender says it's early yet
Wait the bartender says it's early yet
Too many olives in too much gin
Steppin' out in the City of Sin
Too much dirty rice and too many beans
Gettin' down and dirty down in New Orleans
Gettin' down and dirty down in New Orleans
Have another, i believe i will
(Dirt, dirt, dirty Martini)
And you can stir it with a dirty spoon
There's a perscription i've gotta fill
(Dirt, dirt, dirty Martini)
And the Doctor's gonna be here soon
Jimmy says the Doctor's gonna be here soon
Too many olives in too much gin
Steppin' out in the City of Sin
Too much dirty rice and too many beans
Gettin' down and dirty down in New Orleans
Gettin' down and dirty down in New Orleans
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Fatally Flawed
Ive become fatally flawed. Like the writing on the prison wall. Forever suppose to walk in failure chin up, and smiling. I feel like dying. I've become so fatally flawed. I feel like its just beneath the skin. An abomination. Please someone i need some intervention. Because I've become so fatally flawed. Every bodies going to the ball. But you just not invited. Like you got a contagious cancer. Its never an easy answer. But I've become flawed. In a depression that continuously spinning. Is this life really worth living. Just make it all go away. I want to feel everything's okay. Because Ive become fatally flawed. My souls dead but my body still moves. Ive become fatally flawed. I'm already dead to you.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Saturday
Saturday began just the same as other days
But ended up different in many ways
Love is in my world since saturday
Mornin came but somehow it didnt seem the same
The sadness of friday had somehow changed
To the happy sounds of saturday
Saturday, ever-loving saturday
I whistle to bluebirds
I tried to tell them how you brought me sunshine
My heads filled with new words
That sing to the sounds of happy day after friday
(*) come and see the flowers of love she gave to me
The touches of laughter and harmony
To the happy sounds of saturday
Saturday, ever-loving saturday
My heads full of new words
Sing to the sounds of the day after friday
Day after friday
Repeat (*)
Saturday, saturday, ever-loving saturday
song performed by by Carpenters
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A Few Words Of Praise
to a child who must feel the constant need to be loved
a few words of praise is all enough
you cannot give him a car or a chick
he isn't old enough to drive or to be driven
touch his hair, giggle his armpits
and you will hear his childish laughter
a few words of praise and a heart beat
to a child his day is already complete
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Know Your Heart…
From your poetry
I know your heart
Words that heal or
Tear things apart
Words from fear
Uncertainty, doubt
Poetic words that
Unite, block out
Words of love,
Reverence, hope
Tiny words or
Large in scope
Words wisely chosen
Words that cause pain
And damaged feelings
Over and over again
Next time your mouth opens
Check heart before you speak
For things always go better
When one withholds critique
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Love Flies On Fragile Wings
Love flies on fragile wings
that can be damaged in any storm.
They flutter in your heart
to keep the love within warm.
Two hearts that beat as one
can be split into two
when rage bangs on the door
and tells love to shoo.
Be careful what you say
at any given time
only say the soft words
I think you know what I mean,
never raise voices
when two hearts are pure
for love flies on fragile wings
that can be damaged in any storm.
19 November 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Serious Poet In Canada
she pays attention to the details
what happens after the storm
she even follows where the geese
are migrating
listen to their loud sounds
and begin to write about them
the problem is
she cannot find the words
to describe reality
like a fog that settles downtown
which from a distance looks like
a mirage floating in the desert
but really, nothing is more real
that what we feel
even though we were not there
even though things are not really
what they appear to be
emotions become rivers
anger becomes rock
confusion becomes clouds
cities become dots and
hesitation are dashes
whatever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Laughter Turns To Tears
Makeup on your shoulder silence in the air
Tonight those telltale signs are everywhere
As you lay beside her talkin' in your dreams
The game is up and laughter turns to tears
Every time you phone her with a dumb excuse
She starts to think that she's outgrown her use
You'll be home by midnight workin' late it seems
The penny drops and laughter turns to tears
Do you think she's crazy
Don't you think she knows
Do you think she's taken in
Don't you think it shows
When laughter turns to tears
Laughter turns to tears
You can send her roses say she's lookin' great
You can talk of love but it may be too late
You may think she's jokin' as her laughter teems
But with tears
And laughter turns to screams
chorus
Now it won't be easy
Finding words to say
how you really feel inside
You take the game away
When laughter turns to tears
Laughter turns to tears
One day it's gonna shake you up
Take you by surprise
Someday it's gonna wake you up
Tears in your eyes
When laughter turns to tears
Laughter turns to tears x2
song performed by by Hollies
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Whatever It May Be that Affects
What,
Ever it may be that affects...
You have it in yourself,
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects,
You have it in yourself...
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
A loneliness you wish to rid!
Whatever it may be that affects.
Emotions breeding to feed on fears!
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Heartbreak that can not escape the aching.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
You gave to it now from you erase it!
Whatever it may be that affects,
You have it in yourself...
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The call of the azan
Here and there the voice is calling
It is a melancholic strain from antique bliss falling
Its calls from dreams, shallow depth and within the souls
The terror from its beauty is renting the world scrolls
The world is fastly ignoring the words of this call
Its beacons us, to slay our earthly task in a white hall
It's the call of the azan
Its shouts to the man with iman
Allah hu akbar its singing
In our eardrums the song is ringing
Let us dance our feets to the masjid
Let us trade our soul to this true feed
Let us dwell our life for allah
Let us accept Mohamed as his messanger
Allah hu akbar the song is warning
Allah hu akbar these words are calling
Stop ignoring this benevolent song
Run to its source it has no wrong
Allah hu akbar it is the call of the azan
Its urges us to start Islam
Come brother you are welcome
You too come lets praise the one
poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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A Music Beat
A constant beat forever scratches the back of my head
1,2,3,4
1,2,3,4
1,2,3,4
A constant rhythm to live by
To walk by
To talk by
Even to think by
Music has crawled into my brain
Nay my Body
Something that takes form
As I feed it
I feel it!
I am always hearing it!
It tickles my toes
It tingles my fingers
I feel it throughout my body
It permeates my very soul!
Music is more than a hobby
Music is almost more than a passion
Music is an addiction one and all must satisfy
But I feel that I succumb to it more than others
Yet it is not a bad thing, one cannot go through life without hearing music
Everyone is addicted to the enticing sounds of Music, no matter the form it takes;
The moment our ears taste the sound of music we crave more no matter the type;
Music is therapy for the soul
We listen to the music we feel our soul can relate to
But to create music is truly wonderful for you are not just showing your soul to the world;
One is pouring out one’s truest deepest emotions, that one cannot even express through words;
Creating music is taking a fruit and showing it to the world to prove that it is ripe;
poem by Aaron Burr
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Dream Into Action
Between every man there is a division
Nobody ever seems to get it right
Even between friends there is a long gap
One of them makes a mistake, there is a fight
Whatever you do you have the benefit of the doubt
Whatever I do please understand
Whatever we do lets make a pledge to put it right
So we can end the rule of the division
Putting the dream into action, into action
Putting the dream into action, into action
Whatever you like to do then let that be my pleasure
Whatever you like to say Ill try to understand
Whatever you do you have the benefit of the doubt
Whatever I do please understand
Whatever we do lets make a pledge to put it right
So we can end the rule of the division
Putting the dream into action into action
You are strong
We are strong
You feel it
We feel it
You are strong
We are strong
You are action
Putting the dream into action
song performed by by Howard Jones
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Ewe lo Sisi ngu Mama wam
Sometimes I think I’m laughing at her
Only to find out I’m actually laughing with her and at myself
The sounds that vibrate as we express our joys
In laughter and melody
Sounds and surely tastes the same
The connection and love
Is much too deep to differentiate of separate
Ewe lo Sisi ngu Mama wam
In me she resides and in her I was created
She is the light that brightens my soul
The candle that burns on a stormy day
No matter how gloomy she is
Her candle never burns out
She laid the foundation to my future
She is the planner of my life
Mentor and friend
Ewe lo Sisi ngu Mama wam
There may emotions sited in my heart
Words of gratitude and love
Some of which she had implanted in me
She is kind in nature, humble in spirit
And unselfish of her love
Ewe lo Sisi ngu Mama wam
Ewe lo Mama ngu Sisi wam
Ewe lomakazi yinto yonke kum
Ndimthanda nge nene
poem by Nangamso Ndikandika
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Morning, Good Friday
Therefore let me know trust in the feelings of my heart. My hope is in what the hand of man has never touched. Do not let me trust what I can grasp between my fingers.
Thomas Merton, Thoughts in Solitude.
Young grass
high and thick
drenched
filled to brim,
by morning sun released
a fury of green, trees
believing that golden day
will stay.
Persist, oh life,
despite the cold of winter,
and beat, my heart!
With tender heat
yet awhile
I'll breathe!
poem by Steven Federle
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The Power Of The Word
Faith is following where Heaven leads,
Even if told to be tranquil,
Held safe within its stillness and peace.
Alone in my room,
The vision unfolded,
A landscape, a green field.
Falling from the sky,
Church walls tumbling,
Stone floor appearing.
Bright sky disappearing,
Church roof landing,
Stained glass windows shining.
Pews out of thin air,
To the left and right,
The scent of roses forming...
Words flying all about me,
Holy hymns of years gone by,
Sounds of laughter and tears...
Children giggling at humour,
Then flying smiles above me,
Twirling in small circles...
Words drawing closer to me,
Nestling upon my heart,
Sinking into me, warming me...
Such were and are God's gifts,
For my season of life,
For this portion and beyond...
For others shall feast with me,
Upon the written themes,
The visions and the dreams...
Look, a child approaches,
Knows my name, shakes my hand,
Calls me brother, calls me friend...
Speaking words without sounds,
Words cascading from his mouth,
Telepathic transmissions...
Yet who am I to be so blessed?
What did I do to deserve my calling?
I am only a child myself...
A child of God, adopted,
Grafted into the form of Israel,
The olive tree of faith...
I am moved... tears flow...
Words elude me, what can I say?
Then the words come...
THANK YOU, LORD, THANK YOU!
Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2012.
We can hear the word of the Lord on
Revelation TV on UK Sky Digital 581
as well as the WATCH NOW link on
the revelationtv-dot-com website...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Her Laughter
Tenderly
I set the trap
with words
to catch
the flight of her
laughter.
Her laughter
flew up into the air
turned into
an enormous bouquet
each petal
a butterfly
until my mind
fluttered with each
delicious delight
and the room
became a gilded box
that housed
the treasure of her
laughter
floating out of
the window
until it touched
the stars.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Words.... (Poetry Itself)
words do not heal the broken hearted,
words do not end wars.
words do not change the face of indifference,
words do not impress god!
words do not feed the hungry,
nor set the captives free.
words do not give shelter to the homeless,
or hope to those ridden with despair.
words do not stop discrimination,
words do not bring justice.
words do not bring forgiveness,
nor do they bring understanding...
words do not fill the empty,
nor erase the scars of love...
words do not define dialogue!
it is only then,
the hands and feet of the human heart...
and poetry itself is nothing more,
than the action of involved compassion!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Savoring The Silence Of Privacy
actually we learn more
from ourselves by not talking much
words are assuming
the sounds of rain
sometimes unnecessary thunder
everything still
like quite quiet
words become to crowded
on such a limited space
words that are meant not
to be uttered
because they are too precious
in our privacy
not to be shared
and we learn more from this
respect for stillness
for the poplar state
no wonder how God has not
put mouths to this earth
which when it speaks
shows its tongue in tsunamis
its screams in volcanic eruptions
its fears in quakes
i am studying in my lifetime
the art of silence
the beauty of words unspoken
on my lips
are embroidered tendrils
of climbing
morning glories
on the trellis of my mind
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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