The Mechanical Woman
She unscrewed herself from the bed and plugged into the energy socket feeling the warm flow of electrons as her eyes focused; as she heard the whir of the appliances all around her beginning to stir.
She took her leg, inspected it, and carefully placed it with her modular clamp, seating it carefully to test it. It was new, plasti-form and still had the charge to it from its titanium surface. There was a small crackle as she activated it with a single nerve transmission from her cerebellum. It rotated slightly, felt good and she moved it laterally, preparing to dismount from her sleeping slab, onto the tile floor.
Her right leg she lifted lofting it slightly placing it along side her new left one and tested both by gingerly standing up all the while adjusting her gyroscopes.
Her level tested perpendicular and the signal landed in her brain with a satisfying click.
There was no question about it. Her ingrams had been successfully implanted. The question was, if this would fool her 'husband.'
To be continued
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Faith Proves
Faith proves complex when tested
Sweet when manifested
Faith fills needs to break through
Tested it seemly sinks to depths blue
Faith is a glowing light in a dark tunnel
Faith tested is a dead ending channel
Faith is a destined escape
Faith tested loses all form and shape
Faith is the cry to all battles
Yet tested falls about in loose shambles
Faith is wholesome and complete
Yet tested it feels so much like defeat
Faith moves mountains
Faith tested seems like bondage constrains
Faith is a well planted seed
Yet tested the feeling is hopeless indeed
poem by Wes Mbanje
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Ohh Annie...
Last night I had a dream
I was looking for my dog
Where is my beautiful yorkshire?
Tired and out of breath
Keep on walking and looking
In the nearby pond
I found a lot of dogs
Big dogs small dogs
All dead floating
I finally found Sinta
Down below by my feet
Almost invisible in the dirty pond
I picked her up very carefully
She was all brown like caramel
I was going to give up and cry
But instead I pumped her small chest
Really carefully not to hurt her
Then she coughed up water
After three or four times
Her color changed back
Black and gold
Her hair started to shine
And when I slightly caressed her hair
Mustard starts appearing
Underneath her wet hair
She was all covered with mustard!
I woke up
I was thinking “what a dream”
Then I looked for Sinta
She was lying down by my feet
Sleeping... Snoring...
And then I slightly caressed her hair
At Five o'clock
Still tired from walking all night I got up
Brushed my teeth and made some coffee
I checked my phone messages
This is bad news
My sister passed away
poem by Kay Barcelon
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Meeting Brahman on Equal Terms
Posted: Thu Sep 10,2009 11: 52 am Post subject:
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From ah to ha..
Sacred jokes don’t travel well.
They have nowhere they can go…
He told me how as a young seeker
he went to the guru and asked
about the nature of the Brahman…
The guru’s eyes twinkled as he said,
That’s a very good question…
not many people ask that…:
here’s a pen and paper;
now write your question carefully;
fold it neatly;
now put it in your dhoti kurta pocket there
and when you meet the Brahman,
ask Him the same question…’
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Head On Collision
I've been waiting for a good day
I've been holding back long enough
I've been hurting to tell you some things
it's not the falling of the temperature
that's making all our bones run cool
it's the breeze you make
the presence felt when you're around me
and it feels like I'm at an all-time low
slightly bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case of feeling
bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case
and I'm still waiting for a good day
I think I've held this long enough
I think it's safe to tell you some things
it's not just what you say to people
and it's not the way you look at me
it's the way you present yourself
for all your worst critics to see
and it feels like I'm at an all-time low
slightly bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case of feeling
bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case
then you were gone
you were gone
all this time you just didn't know it yet
you were gone
all this time you just didn't know it yet
you were gone
and it feels like I'm at an all-time low
slightly bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case of feeling
bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case
another tragic case of feeling
bruised and broken
another tragic case and I've been
still waiting for a good day
still waiting for a good day
song performed by by New Found Glory from Sticks And Stones
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Head On Collison
Ive been waiting for a good day
Ive been holding back long enough
Ive been hurting to tell you some things
Its not the falling of the temperature
Thats making all our bones run cool
Its the breeze you make
The presence felt when youre around me
And it feels like Im at an all-time low
Slightly bruised and broken
From our head on collision
Ive never seen this side of you
Another tragic case of feeling
Bruised and broken
From our head on collision
Ive never seen this side of you
Another tragic case
And Im still waiting for a good day
I think Ive held this long enough
I think its safe to tell you some things
Its not just what you say to people
And its not the way you look at me
Its the way you present yourself
For all your worst critics to see
And it feels like Im at an all-time low
Slightly bruised and broken
From our head on collision
Ive never seen this side of you
Another tragic case of feeling
Bruised and broken
From our head on collision
Ive never seen this side of you
Another tragic case
Then you were gone
You were gone
All this time you just didnt know it yet
You were gone
All this time you just didnt know it yet
You were gone
And it feels like Im at an all-time low
Slightly bruised and broken
From our head on collision
Ive never seen this side of you
Another tragic case of feeling
Bruised and broken
From our head on collision
Ive never seen this side of you
Another tragic case
Another tragic case of feeling
Bruised and broken
Another tragic case and Ive been
Still waiting for a good day
Still waiting for a good day
song performed by by New Found Glory
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Head On Collision (Acoustic)
I've been waiting for a good day
I've been holding back long enough
I've been hurting to tell you some things
it's not the falling of the temperature
that's making all our bones run cool
it's the breeze you make
the presence felt when you're around me
and it feels like I'm at an all-time low
slightly bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case of feeling
bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case
and I'm still waiting for a good day
I think I've held this long enough
I think it's safe to tell you some things
it's not just what you say to people
and it's not the way you look at me
it's the way you present yourself
for all your worst critics to see
and it feels like I'm at an all-time low
slightly bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case of feeling
bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case
then you were gone
you were gone
all this time you just didn't know it yet
you were gone
all this time you just didn't know it yet
you were gone
and it feels like I'm at an all-time low
slightly bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case of feeling
bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case
another tragic case of feeling
bruised and broken
anothe
song performed by by New Found Glory
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The Elevator
I was on the ground floor
and I wanted level five.
I pressed the call button
and waited for it to arrive.
It arrived with no one in it,
so I entered and closed the door.
It took its time to get going,
then slowed for the next floor.
The doors hesitated then opened,
but no one was there,
but I definitely felt a presence
and a disturbance in the air.
I was standing still and anxious
when the lift shook from side to side.
The doors closed and up it went to three
where the doors opened wide.
Again no one was there waiting,
but I felt someone get in.
Movement in the air and floor
was most unsettling.
I was overwhelmed and nervous
as it approached level four.
It stopped, but no one was waiting,
just like the stops before.
The elevator paused for a second
and I swear someone got in.
I was certain that I heard whispering
as the elevator set off again.
The space felt uncomfortably eerie
cold, but very much alive.
The rotten egg smell made me sickly,
as we went passed level five.
The light suddenly turned to darkness,
and I could see forms and shapes.
They were pushing each other violently,
as we approached level eight.
I pressed the emergency button,
but we still passed eight, nine, and ten.
At level eleven the elevator stopped…
then began to go down again.
At eight the elevator came to a halt
and everyone but me got out.
The darkness became light again,
so relieved, I gave out a shout.
The elevator continued downwards
and stopped at the ground floor.
An old lady and her dog waiting to enter,
but I couldn’t exit the elevator door.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Im Going Slightly Mad
Words and music by queen
When the outside temperature rises
And the meaning is oh so clear
One thousand and one yellow daffodils
Begin to dance in front of you - oh dear
Are they trying to tell you something
Youre missing that one final screw
Youre simply not in the pink my dear
To be honest you havent got a clue
Im going slightly mad
Im going slightly mad
It finally happened - happened
It finally happened - ooh oh
It finally happened
Im slightly mad
Oh dear
Im one card short of a full deck
Im not quite the shilling
One wave short of a shipwreck
Im not my usual top billing
Im coming down with a fever
Im really out to sea
This kettle is boiling over
I think Im a banana tree
Oh dear
Im going slightly mad
Im going slightly mad
It finally happened - happened
It finally happened - uh huh
It finally happened
Im slightly mad
Oh dear
Ooh ooh ah ah
Ooh ooh ah ah
Im knitting with only one needle
Unravelling fast its true
Im driving only three wheels these days
But my dear how about you
Im going slightly mad
Im going slightly mad
It finally happened
It finally happened - oh yes
It finally happened
Im slightly mad
Just very slightly mad
And there you have it
song performed by by Queen
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Eau de Lucifer
(posted in response to someone else's slightly more serious Ode To Lucifer: D)
Designed by our top parfumiers:
a scent, most wonderfully sulphorious.
Guaranteed tested on animals!
May cause a slight rash in some.
And, eternal damnation in others.
poem by by unknown author
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Stop Me If You Think Youve Heard This One Before
Stop me, oh, stop me
Stop me if you think that youve
Heard this one before
Stop me, oh, stop me
Stop me if you think that youve heard this one before
Nothings changed
I still love you, oh, I still love you
...only slightly, only slightly less than I used to, my love
I was delayed, I was way-laid
An emergency stop
I smelt the last ten seconds of life
I crashed down on the crossbar
And the pain was enough to make
A shy, bald, buddhist reflect
And plan a mass murder
Who said lied Id to her ?
Oh, who said Id lied because I never ? I never !
Who said Id lied because I never ?
I was detained, I was restrained
And broke my spleen
And broke my knee
(and then he really laced into me)
Friday night in out-patients
Who said Id lied to her ?
Oh, who said Id lied ? - because I never, I never
Who said Id lied ? - because I never
Oh, so I drank one
It became four
And when I fell on the floor ...
...i drank more
Stop me, oh, stop me
Stop me if you think that youve
Heard this one before
Stop me, oh, stop me
Stop me if you think that youve heard this one before
Nothings changed
I still love you, oh, I still love you
...only slightly, only slightly less than I used to, my love
song performed by by Smiths
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Carefully
You are free to chose,
that’s why
carefully use every word.
Carefully measure every step,
if you don’t want to be swept.
Carefully do all you’ve conceived.
and…if you want to be believed
and… to achieve your aim
it’s not a shame
to start carefully a new song.
And it doesn’t matter if it is long.
If you carefully do all that
you will never regret.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Ode To A Demoted Flow
Energy I once had I thought to be everlasting,
Has slowed.
Each day I get up to quickly seek rest,
From all the mindlessness that gets me upset.
And yet...
Even an ode to a demoted flow,
Can not perk up an interest to feed and digest...
An appetite I had when young,
When someone stunning on my path had come....
To excite those forgotten and dormant feelings.
Even an ode to a demoted flow,
Can not stir up a request...
From anyone I wish to hold close.
To then whisper lowly under a slightly heard breath,
A patience be granted upon me to be bestowed.
While I digress in the hopes,
A part of me will remember what it was I did next...
Once I had a clear vision of being aroused!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tests of Faith
Your God is one of them who likes to be called One,
Afterwards He proclaims that you were tested on it.
I explore the success of the day and find faith in God,
As much as the seeds and spores are still alive.
You would like being tested in a room with others,
An exam is preferred and not you with that fate
Is the Hell or Heaven from it.
Why?
It is simple my friend: your test is One!
poem by Naveed Akram
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Seeress
I cast the runes: Then carefully
consider what they signify
The different patterns I can see.
I can’t be sure but I can try.
Interpretation is a skill
which operates subconsciously.
Sometimes it’s guided by my will
but not always successfully.
I try to forecast honestly
but do not claim that I am right.
Some things I see will come to be
and some will not but others might.
I cast the runes and concentrate.
Throw wide the portals of my mind.
Receptive in my trancelike state.
I set my spirit free to find.
The answers which I seek to know
which are concealed from mortal eyes.
Interpretations come and go.
I can’t be sure which one is best.
So I select the probable
which seems to fit the question best.
But I am not infallible
I’m only human like the rest.
I do not charge you any fee.
To use the talents I possess
and always warn you clearly
At best my answer is a guess.
2-Sep-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Why I prefer double standard
Why I prefer double standard?
Sometimes inner conscience revolt and bombard
Believes in what is told or heard,
Always remain protective and slightly feared
There lives wild animal tendency inside
Nurturing evils and many wrong things besides
Not allowing good things to surface,
Projecting bad things as good and hiding ugly face,
Curbing reaction successfully and offer smile,
Make it sure that others not catch it for a while,
It senses danger from a distance of mile,
Preparing self for face off meanwhile,
Try to look humble, simple and honest
Wait for the opportunity to be used as best
Make quick and bold move next,
With touching words without prepared text,
May be I am gifted with such a fine quality,
Using it for good and as best utility,
Is it need of an hour for diversity?
Or present the solidarity with show of unity?
Well, I may enjoy and remain cool,
Let others stay away and look fool,
I make the effort for easy sailing,
While others struggle and start failing
No one can judge my inner feeling,
Money, fame and honour simply coming
Never caught unaware as I act wise,
Get lion’s share and big piece of slice,
It helps to build image and reputation,
People come for advice and consultation,
I never displease them and invite wrath,
Offer the condolence and lay a wreath,
I may not be liking the act but to perform,
Words, deeds and action to transform,
Simplest way is to keep aloof and remain in form,
Like earth protecting sects including worm
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Compelled to Write
As I
sit
in
silence
contemplating.
Somewhere
deep
within,
emotions
begin
to
stir.
Emerging
to the
surface,
eyes
become
misty.
I am
left
with the
question
why.?
Once
again
I am
compelled
to
write.
poem by Heather Burns
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Poets of The Electron Dream
There is a single factum
for the current century
which has
All Meaning
for Poetry.
The Physicists
have
since the 1920's
told us that electrons
can be in two different places
simultaneously.
The Principle of Uncertainty.
They have finally caught up with
Poets who
have long
argued that
Poetry comes
through
many times
from somewhere else;
other channels
sometimes unknown to
the Poet who
often hurries
to write down
new poems
originating
from venues
which seem to burst through
to consciousness;
Whole Cloth
and fully formed.
Commonplace
yet it has never
been explained:
how this could be?
But now
we all
have to take seriously
that not only electrons
can be here and there
simultaneously,
but perhaps too
so can I and you.
Taking this idea seriously
is to understand
that an Idea
in the human mind
has electrons too
and that any idea
may have in fact
come not only from you
but also from that other you
that is not in the room
that may in fact simultaneously
exist
in parallel
somewhere else
leading a slightly different
life Poetically.
A second point made
in Physics labs
is that electrons
everywhere
pop in and out of existence
instantly;
constantly.
But where do they go when they go
and from where are they coming back from?
Finally, there is physical proof that
Electron A with a positive charge,
if changed to a negative one, will
cause its match
all the way across the universe
to revert its charge to positive.
All matter
therefore is
in constant contact
across all of the Universe
at the same time.
This is the 'Theory of Inflation'
Actually not a theory mind you.
At this point a proven fact.
Poets have long argued
'The Connectedness of All Things'
Now it seems
the Physicists
are agreeing;
boggled minds
in the laboratory
are now
sounding like
Poets of the Electron Dream.
Either Physicists are now Poets
or Poets created Physicists.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Without blinking
Without blinking stare at an object
Tears roll and no question is there why.
On oily paper pens do not write
No question is there why.
Water through fissures not leaking
Ocean floor and there is no question why.
The question is there is no question to put why.
I am just obseving and observing
I can shot
The mute then show gut.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I heard thy verses
I heard thy verses amidst thine aubergine,
text lines thank thine Italian fettuccini,
tho' slightly thy melon guiled my arccosine.
Thy bare feet on grapes dance for wine,
Bound to thee my greed for baked panini,
I heard thy verses amidst thine aubergine.
Thy radish desire - in veins is flow malign,
dance fayre amid spud and fresh zucchini,
tho' slightly thy melon guiled my arccosine.
Thy casseroles enjoy thee, as I be on line,
dare to kisse thy big toe- al dente linguini,
I heard thy verses amidst thine aubergine.
Oh, fayre maiden thy kisse doe not decline,
Thy coles 'n' lettuce I love, wear a beanie,
tho' slightly thy melon guiled my arccosine.
Thou doe not cook bacon wearing a bikini,
thy squash embrac'd art, e'er to enshrine.
I heard thy verses amidst thine aubergine.
tho' slightly thy melon guiled my arccosine
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Left Me A Fool
Everybody loves you
And they want to know your story
You go riding out a mystery
Concealed in all your glory
But when it comes to flesh and bones
You remind me of shallot
Only made of shadows
Even though youre not
I remember how I spent
All my energy and time
With affected conversation
Trying to pry inside your mind
You are as beautiful as truth
And as empty as a shell
And I came to you one night
And it made me feel like hell
Oh to reach through all your surface
Just to find an empty pool
And to suffer all your pride
As I lay down by your side
And you swallowed up my heart
And left me a fool
Left me a fool
Everybody loves a hero
An image to create
The antithesis of everything
Inside ourselves we hate
But youd better close your eyes
When its time for them to die
Because youd hate to think the life
Youd built upon them was a lie
Oh to reach through all your surface
Just to find an empty pool
And to suffer all your pride
As I lay down by your side
And you swallowed up my heart
And left me a fool
Left me a fool
I resign myself to silence
I will never blow your cover
No one ever has to know
Who the hero took for lover
But it has come to mind as you blaze on
As brilliant as a star
How many youve left behind
How many casualties there are
Oh to reach through all your surface
Just to find an empty pool
And to suffer all your pride
As I lay down by your side
And you swallowed up my heart
And left me a fool
Left me a fool
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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