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Twenty six letters,
Permutation and combination
Marks of punctuation;
Like traffic signals,
To stop, pause, march
Halt, walk.
Thoughts and gamut
Of emotions decoded
In colours
As varied as
The spectrum.
Taking the reader
On a voyage,
Ride could be bumpy
Sunny or funny
Depending on the
Internal weather formations;
Creating rhythm, melody, rhyme
Typed on Microsoft word
Or scribbled on hand made paper
or napkin in a coffee shop,
Or drawn with finger in sand
On the beach, one hand on cheek
Bent on knees.
Its a gift, since it helps
The poet
To deal, heal, release
And make sense of the
World, if you please…
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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A Poem Does Not Have to Rhyme
There are those who think in order for a poem to have rhythm it must rhyme, but a poem does not have to rhyme to have rhythm.
The rhythm comes for the poet’s soul not the rhyming of words.
The rhythm is in emotions that the poet’s poem evokes.
From a soulful cry to feeling of love and from the passion of hate to the awakening of understanding this is the beat, the rhythm of a poem. Now don’t get me wrong if a poem rhyme and has soul it is cool too, but I just wanted everyone to know that a poem does not have to rhyme.
One-Finger Typist (Fun Poem 122)
I used to be a one-finger typist
and as the one finger wore down,
I discovered how to use two.
Finding that easy to score
and with the added bonus
of being able to play
chopsticks on the piano as well,
I decided to add a little bonus
and increased my fingers to three
and then on to four.
All on the same hand, I might add.
One day my left hand
feeling left in the lurch
decided it was going to join in
and my fingers typing doubled
to the number eight.
The thumbs then got jealous
and came into play.
Now both hands of fingers and thumbs
dance merrily across the keys,
but there I have a problem,
as they all want to press a key simultaneously.
Slowly words with three or four letters
were getting left behind
and I could only type words
with eight letters with two hyphens in between.
Confused? I was as well
as everything I typed became double hyphenated
and made no sense at all.
In desperation and frustration,
I reverted to being a one-finger typist
and now you know the story of my plight.
As for the other fingers,
well they got a new position
of multi-tasking elsewhere.
poem by David Harris
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Beyond Digital Sounds
These may be sounds of a word player
Enjoying punctuation marks
Throughout a sync speech
Eventually a low pitch
But they're rather sounds of a lover.
Nothing compares to that music
Sounding amidst those nice words
Heard through a string of emotions
Shared with live punctuations.
Three dots mean for her a lot
Be it clearly expressed or not
Hinting at new lovely threads
Stories without commas she treads.
The talk goes on out of curiosity
Punctuated by the question mark
Which was typed by thee.
Then, we go ahead until next thread.
A quiet pause brought by dashes
Allows for a wise reflection
On life issues and latest news
During that lively interaction.
A suddenly strong friendly wish
They're glad to accomplish
Drawn on an exclamation mark
Echoes like the song of a skylark!
October,2011
poem by Maria C. Costa
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The child tastes the tear
The tear is made of salt
The tear is made of water
The tear is made of the sea
But you cannot swim in it
The tear can leak down the cheek
The tear is like a good rhyme
The child wipes away the tear
The wipe is made of the hand
The hand is made by…who
The child thinks of the hand
The hand can shake a hand
The hand can slap a cheek
The hand can wipe the tear away
The hand and tear are made
The child is thinking
I am made too
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Change The World
Imagine a place only your soul can vision
The heart of a child who looks, sees, and listens
Paints a picture using every color
And what she sees she sees it like no other
One word, a voice unheard
You can Change The World
With everything I know your made of
One word, a voice unheard
You can Change The World
If everyone would stop and listen
The art of innocence makes so much sense
Of a place there no wrong has well then it's wasted
Filtered through the eyes of a pure mind
A one of a kind, paradise for you and I, you and I
One word, a voice unheard
You can Change The World
With everything I know your made of
One word, a voice unheard
You can Change The World
If everyone would stop and listen
Break the cycle, find your rhythm
Share the gift that you've been given - Love
You can, You can Change The World
You can Change The World with love
One word, a voice unheard
You can Change The World
With everything I know your made of
One word, a voice unheard
You can Change The World
If everyone would stop and listen
One word, a voice unheard
You can Change The World
With everything I know your made of
One word, a voice unheard
You can Change The World
If everyone would stop and listen
song performed by by P.O.D.
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Betrayal
Breathing heavily,
his right hand
dropped to his side.
Frigidly,
he clutched to the piece
like a respirator.
A chance meeting
led to marriage.
Friends surmised
a blissful union.
After twenty years,
he found the mounds
under the sheet.
Unprepared for betrayal,
he rushed to the rack.
His index finger retracted twice.
What was released,
met its targets fatally.
He scribbled a few more lines,
on the paper,
raised his right hand and groaned.
The flame,
from the bunsen burner,
flickered and blew out.
poem by Buxton Shippy
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Mozambique
I like to spend some time in mozambique
The sunny sky is aqua blue
And all the couples dancing cheek to cheek.
Its very nice to stay a week or two.
Theres lots of pretty girls in mozambique
And plenty time for good romance
And everybody likes to stop and speak
To give the special one you seek a chance
Or maybe say hello with just a glance.
Lying next to her by the ocean
Reaching out and touching her hand,
Whispering your secret emotion
Magic in a magical land.
And when its time for leaving mozambique,
To say goodbye to sand and sea,
You turn around to take a final peek
And you see why its so unique to be
Among the lovely people living free
Upon the beach of sunny mozambique.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Thank You' I said
I wrote a short poem
on inclement weather,
thinking I was being clever,
but one reader said:
'Yes, often there's snow
when the temperature's low,
but tell us something we don't know;
not in an essay or composition
but rhythm and rhyme
in recognition of the modern
technology exhibition'.
Thank you I said
for your helpful comment,
my pen is at hand
and I'll write a sonnet.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Revolutions
Before man parted for this earthly strand,
While yet upon the verge of heaven he stood,
God put a heap of letters in his hand,
And bade him make with them what word he could.
And man has turn'd them many times; made Greece,
Rome, England, France;--yes, nor in vain essay'd
Way after way, changes that never cease!
The letters have combined, something was made.
But ah! an inextinguishable sense
Haunts him that he has not made what he should;
That he has still, though old, to recommence,
Since he has not yet found the word God would.
And empire after empire, at their height
Of sway, have felt this boding sense come on;
Have felt their huge frames not constructed right,
And droop'd, and slowly died upon their throne.
One day, thou say'st, there will at last appear
The word, the order, which God meant should be.
--Ah! we shall know _that_ well when it comes near;
The band will quit man's heart, he will breathe free.
poem by Matthew Arnold
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A Big Or Brief Poetry......!
Big or brief, what is poetry?
Poetry is......
Creating beauty out of blemish,
Making order out of disorder,
Producing meaning out of musical words,
Creating Universal truth out of trivialities,
Arranging points out of less known facts!
Is poetry just making rhythm and rhyme
Without meaning, life, force and taste,
Without free flowing musical words,
Without words of music, beauty, fun?
Poetry is free flowing river of words
With full of images, lively and lovely,
Transporting from this world to that world
Forgetting himself and readers here!
Just end rhyme is not enough to make it so;
Internal rhymes make music in rhythm
Making all enjoy music, meaning and ideas!
Poetry is the medium to say complex things
Not possible to say in other forms of language,
Saying unknown things using known things;
It is sound, substance, message and meaning!
And many more matters to many men in the world!
poem by Ramesh T A
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A Cup of Coffee
I start my day with coffee as my friend
The beans so fresh, as it blends
Giving out an aroma, that wakes me up
I stumble to the kitchen and look for the cup
I pour some black liquid and sip right away
I just want coffee, to start my day
Then on the road I'm on my way
Coffee is my friend to make my day
Stuck in traffic, I loose my mind
I then sip my coffee and just rewind
I get to work with a cup in hand
Juggling with papers I can't withstand
The coffee at work tastes bitter and cheap
But it's better than getting caught counting sheep
All day long, I make pot after pot
Of black steaming mugs of liquid gut-rot
Tanked up on coffee, I face the day
Taking anything that comes my way.
poem by Meena Mustafa
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How To Make You Happy?
How I make you happy
constantly,
Make my self happy
continuously,
Make the world happy
eternally
Without leaving
Nothing behind?
How
I can Hold you in my hand,
myself in one hand,
and the world in other hand,
and still I can sense my own hand
Separately?
How I can love you,
Love myself as if it is you,
And love the whole world
As if it is only me and you,
And still
It is the entire world?
How?
How I can keep nourishing your smile,
Feeding my own smile, and
Leave a kiss on your smile.
How?
How I walk in with a smile
Walk out with the same smile
Walk through your smile and my smile
Hand in hand without disturbing their napping
Or stopping their bigger laughs?
How?
poem by Atef Ayadi
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Hand Over Fist
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Hand over fist
Paper around the stone
Scissors cut the paper
Cut the paper to the bone
Hand over fist
Paper around the stone
Scissors cut the paper
And the rock must stand alone
I could disappear into the crowd
But not if I keep my head in the clouds
I could walk away so proud
Its easy enough if you dont laugh too loud
I thought I was okay alone
Wait for the postman and the telephone
Lost in a world of my own
I thought I could run alone
Thought I could run through the night alone
Hand over hand
Doesnt seem so much
Hand over hand
Is the strength of the common touch
You talk as we walk along
You never imagined I could be so wrong
Humming your favorite song
You know Ive hated that song for so long
How can we ever agree?
Like the rest of the world
We grow farther apart
I swear you dont listen to me
Holding my hand to my heart
Holding my fist to my racing heart
Take a walk outside myself
In some exotic land
Greet a passing stranger
Feel the strength in his hand
Feel the world expand
I feel my spirit resist
But I open up my fist
Lay hand over hand over
Hand over fist
song performed by by Rush
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Somebody
At a diner down on Broadway they make small talk
When she brings his eggs and fills his coffee cup
He jokes about his love life
And tells her he's about ready to give up
That's when she says "I've been there before
But keep on lookin'
Cause maybe who you're lookin' for is
Somebody in the next car
Somebody on the mornin' train
Somebody in the coffee shop
That you walk right by everyday
Somebody that you look at but never really see
Somewhere out there is somebody"
Across town in a crowded elevator
He can't forget the things that waitress said
He usually reads the paper
But today he reads a strangers face instead
It's that blue eyed girl
From two floors up
Maybe she's the one
Maybe he could fall in love with
Somebody in the next car
Somebody on the mornin' train
Somebody in the coffee shop
That you walk right by everyday
Somebody that you look at but never really see
Somewhere out there is somebody
Now they laugh about the moment that it happened
A moment they both missed until that day
When he saw his future in her eyes
Instead of just another friendly face
And he wonders why he searched so long
When she was always there
At that diner waitin' on
Somebody in the next car
Somebody on the mornin' train
Somebody in the coffee shop
That you walk right by everyday
Somebody that you look at
But never really see
Somewhere out there
Oh, somewhere out there
Is somebody
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Wishes
I wish that we could
Have one night.
Dance cheek to cheek
By candlelight.
You fill me
Like a symphony.
Thrill me
Like the moon
That lights the stage
As heaven plays
Our special tune.
I wish
For your lips to taste.
And never waste a word.
But to utter
Sweetness unheard.
And be free.
Like a solitary bird.
I wish we could walk
Hand in hand
Along the sand.
Where tide softly
Kisses beach.
Shooting stars
Within our reach.
As the night
Lays its midnight jewels
Across the skies.
You sting my heart
With twinkling eyes.
And lay with me
Until the dawn.
Sway with me
Where love is born
On the breeze.
To hide in your smile
And throw away the keys.
To die in the act of love.
I look above
And wish
- Oh please.
poem by Kevin East
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A Walk On The Beach
At your side, I will stand, together we'll walk, through the sand. With the setting sun, and a summer breeze, reflecting our love, on the open seas. A walk on the beach, I will share, hand in hand, we walk with care. Making our hearts, strong and brave, along with the passions, of thee ocean waves. Together in love, our souls will teach, and guide our future, as we walk on the beach. For I am in love...
poem by William Breland
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Sandstorm
I've got a sandstorm blowin' in my head,
I'm seein' many colours but the only one
That's coming through is red,
And it's stoppin' me dead tryin' to make some tracks
But my feet are feeling like lead,
Stop being blead, stop being blead
Oh my things aren't the same,
Anyone could see that if I stayed much longer,
I'd be tamed
We stopped playing games
I'm not pointing fingers but I'm not gonna take the blame
Playin' all your games, taking all your blames
I said oh no, I don't even care,
I guess I'll be seein' you,
I guess I'll be leaving you today,
We're just not a pair,
I know you've been trying but I just can't bear to tell a lie'
Stop tellin' me all your lies
Stop tellin' me all your lies
Let me take you by the hand,
Try to understand, walk me to a land,
Try to understand,
But I ain't nothing but a man
I've got a sandstorm blowin' in my head,
I'm seein' many colours but the only one
That's coming through Is red,
You know how we feel, we can't go on pretending,
And we've just got to fix the deal,
Gotta make it real
Gotta make it real
song performed by by Level 42
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Full stops and commas
Life's full of punctuation if we only stop to see,
like the middle of a rain storm or a lovely cup of tea.
Some are marked as commas, some as asterisks
I bet you've had some commas, take stock and think a bit.
A colon is a long pause for something that I treasure
such as a special friend, although it's hard to measure.
Apostrophe's a hiccup for something that I've missed
and if it's you I'm sorry, for sometimes I'm remiss.
Full stops are very sad for that's when someone dies
and though we know it happens, it startles hearts and minds.
That's when my heart stops beating for just a tick or tock,
I stumble and I falter, a colon stops the clock.
Life's full of punctuation if we only stop to see,
like the pausing of the traffic or the falling of a leaf.
Without some punctuation life's meaning would be less,
you may give this some thought, (in brackets would be best)
poem by Ruth Walters
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Children seem naturally drawn to poetry - it's some combination of the rhyme, rhythm, and the words themselves.
quote by Jack Prelutsky
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A Little Bit Of Sunshine
A little bit of sunshine every day,
Helps to keep the rain clouds far away.
A little bit of sunshine, for your soul,
Helps you to weather even bitter cold.
A little bit of sunshine in your week,
Helps pull you out of bed, when you are sick.
A little bit of sunshine on your brain,
Helps get out all bad feelings, and mental strain.
A little bit of sunshine in your life,
Helps you to deal, with all your stress and strife.
A little bit of sunshine at the start,
Can even help to heal a broken heart.
6/26/10 Alton Texas
poem by Juan Olivarez
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