A thin layer of frost
Glass warms up as Sun rises
Tears of joy shine...
haiku by Mamta Agarwal
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bloomingbirds fall from this tree
where flower seasons pass
sweetlip & petalwing now
slain upon the grass
frost & glass
frost & broken glass
barefoot on the splinters of your heart
of frost & glass
loveblind & rippingyarns
a-slither on the vine
Snowking, with your thorny eyes
my happiness conspires
frost & glass
frost & broken glass
barefoot on the splinters of your heart
of frost & glass
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Seeing a Clearer Me
layer by layer
i peel so that
like a glass
you can view me
crystal clear as a virgin river
a polished diamond
decades of
practice for those
seasoned fingers
to strike at her core
to bring out those few
beethoven scores
he tuned up the world for
a great watch maker
filing his cog to tighten time
the precision of mind
to keep a universal lie at bay
verse by verse
layer by layer
i peel to get to
the sheen the almighty
laid hidden in me
layer by layer
i peel off the world
to see a clearer me
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Hourglass.
The glass
is quickly running
down, and has not far
to go. I feel the sand in every
frown that drags my will down low.
The silicon, conniving grit that rubs
on every pore. Abrasive and
invasive, See? It evens
up the score.
The score of
the accumulated
years and also fears.
As layer upon layer peels the
pity from my tears. The culling and
the dulling of my empathy corrodes,
the final days, approaching, soon
no more to tread these roads.
The Glass is running quickly
down, I have no will to
turn it round.
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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Thirteen
At first, this is the face I will show you
Shallow, thin, smooth
Then we feel each other, like some kind of
New found friends, I
Take another layer, and tell you, this is my face,
Some scars, and lines of age, and furrows,
Then we write many emails, and remember
Common things, like a certain familiarity,
Another layer is taken and exposed,
The face of a sick man, with some
Disappointments in his mind,
Some wounds, wrinkles, and so you
Think, are there other layers of faces still
To show,
Deeper, deeper is there another layer to show
Another face of this man?
Yes, there is another layer, more faces
Hidden underneath each layer,
As we go on, learning from ourselves,
And me learning from myself,
I will be digging for more faces,
Because I am never static
I am growing, and for each growth
Like molting
Another face comes out
Soon, I hope, I must come out
With the most beautiful face
The we can be both proud of,
It is just a matter of time
Depending on how well you have loved me
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Faces and layers of faces
At first, this is the face I will show you
Shallow, thin, smooth
Then we feel each other, like some kind of
New found friends, I
Take another layer, and tell you, this is my face,
Some scars, and lines of age, and furrows,
Then we write many emails, and remember
Common things, like a certain familiarity,
Another layer is taken and exposed,
The face of a sick man, with some
Disappointments in his mind,
Some wounds, wrinkles, and so you
Think, are there other layers of faces still
To show,
Deeper, deeper is there another layer to show
Another face of this man?
Yes, there is another layer, more faces
Hidden underneath each layer,
As we go on, learning from ourselves,
And me learning from myself,
I will be digging for more faces,
Because I am never static
I am growing, and for each growth
Like molting
Another face comes out
Soon, I hope, I must come out
With the most beautiful face
The we can be both proud of,
It is just a matter of time
Depending on how well you have loved me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Thin atmosphere
Extreme close range to the sun
Thin ozone layer
haiku by Marieta Maglas
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Peeling Life Layer By Layer
like onions
(let me say this again
on an overused cliche)
we peel our lives
layer by layer and we shed
tears
i have done it
and (let me say this once again)
i arrive at the core and
whew! (did you notice it?)
there is nothing worth seeing
there.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Layers Of My Existence
peel me, not like an onion where you shall cry for every
layer, no, i do not require tears here, at most, you may need
only to smile, and then be so patient, as you peel me
layer by layer, as i watch, and as you carefully peel me
with your bare hands, i will allow it, all for you and your
curiousity,
you discover the erotic layer
and in there exists the desire
for an adventure, the disregarding
of sin, and then peel me further
move on,
find the layer of my
intellect, you shall find what i have
told you all about, my nerves and
common sense, my strivings to go
deeper towards my self, and then
peel me further, you see the bone
of my contentions, my hardened
principles and uncompromises
then peel me further, find the
marrow that makes all the blood
of my life, my sorrows and pains,
my exhilarations and bliss and
joys and happiness, and you will
say there is nothing more to find.
you are wrong. There is this last
peel that you cannot see. It is like
air, and it floats and it gets in,
it always finds an empty space,
and you cannot find it there anymore,
it is now inside you and you cannot
get that out of your system
you must accept this:
i have become
an essential part of you, and there is
nothing now that you can do.
you see, in peeling me, you find
no exit anymore. Whether you
you will be happy or sad, it is
already beyond my control.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Broken Glass
Life is like glass in so many ways.
Keep it shiny and unbroken all through the days.
Glass can be new.
Glass can be old.
It doesn't matter whats told.
Every piece of glass can shine like gold.
Sometimes glass is shiny.
Some can be plain.
It's all-unique show your true style.
You have nothing to lose and all to gain.
Enjoy the sparkle of the glass because once its broken you can never piece it back.
poem by Francesca Marie
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Life is a jar, where the honey is just a thin layer on top.
aphorism by Kazimierz Matan
Submitted by Simona Enache
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Layer of Ozone
Is very thin, we can die
In the next few years.
haiku by Marieta Maglas
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first sunrise
a thin layer of dust
on my good-luck stone
haiku by Chenou Liu
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Civilization is like a thin layer of ice upon a deep ocean of chaos and darkness.
quote by Werner Herzog
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Onion
life upon life
layer upon layer
in between
are the tears.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cinquain(2-4-6-8-2) The sky
The sky
grows light and pink
as the sun rises and
warms the sleepy mountains with a
soft kiss
poem by Maria Herron
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New England Winter
Testing the soul's mettle,
the frost heaves
holes in the roads
to the heart,
the glass forest
raises up its branches
to praise all things
that catch the light
then melt.
The forest floor is white,
but here & there a boulder rises
with its glacial arrogance
& brooks that bubble
under the sheets of ice
remind us that the tundra of the soul
will soften
just a little
towards the spring.
poem by Erica Jong
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Will the sun ever shine again
The cloud took over the sky covering it with a black blanket
will the sun ever shine again
the sun ran from east to seek refuge av the west
all because the cloud over threw him
will the sun ever shine again
the stars and moon all peep in to mourn their master 'sun' who was murder by the cloud
will the sun ever shine again
who could appeals the cloud to be lenient on the sky for it cries all day, mourning it master
will the sun ever shine again
the sky cry and earth couldn't go out
will the sun ever shine again
our roads filled with water
the canals over flown paving ways into our houses
will the sun ever shine again
the sky cry, and vehicles were park'd at their owner's lodge
will the sun ever shine again
the tears from the sky has turn'd the house into lagoon
will the sun ever shine again
yeah! my clothe is wet
my stomach is empty
at the same time my throat is dry,
for the sun had stop shining
will the sun ever shine again
plant could not germinate because the sun went to bed
the land was over floaded
will the sun ever shine again
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ho! could we plead you to go and come back some other time for we know we need you more as we don't need you now please make the sun shine again so it could dry our land,
for we know sun cannot exist under you
look dear cloud our bed had been carried away by your furious no were to pass the night
our legs ache because the tears from the sky took away our sit
ho! cloud get a sit for yourself to rest your long time labour
so the sun could have hope for it's lost glory again
and shine on our wet soul
will the sun ever shine again
if the sky keep throwing tears
will the sun ever shine again
if it keep raining.
poem by Adidu Adebowale Emmanuel
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When cutting staff at the Pentagon, don't eliminate the thin layer that assures civilian control.
quote by Donald Rumsfeld
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Mexican Sun
Shining bright in the cloudless sky
Mexican sun: shine down on me
Let your rays kiss upon my skin
Gently bronzing my pale pigment
Mexican sun: shine down on me
My heart skips a beat in your light
Tiny sweat beads slide down my cheek
Mexican sun: shine down on me
My breathing slows as I close my eyes
Imagination set free dancing in my mind
Mexican sun: shine down on me
Palm tree's sway soaking in your shine
The rays are a quilt that warms my body
Mexican sun: shine down on me
Cold vodka and coke rush to my head
Heat waves paceing my hot breath
Mexican sun: shine down on me
A cloud rolls by adding a shadow
Fading with the mirage in my thoughts
Mexican sun: someday come kiss me again
poem by Leah Ayliffe
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Reflections on the Television Set
You can catch her staring at the television glares.
Painting pictures in her mind.
Trying to grasp what a sight she would be
If she were beautiful,
Like them.
[Strayed fingerprints speckle the screen, outlined by a thin layer of dust]
*You can catch her sitting by the ocean.
Keeping rhythm with the ebb, breathing out as it flows.
Big dark brown eyes, a strong contrast to her powdery skin.
A slender waist, forming a perfect figure down to her toes.
All accented by her long dark hair.
Falling below her shoulders, above her waist.,
With light curls forming shadows against the moonlight.
She reaches out to feel the ocean,
Her fingers stopped by glass,
Where a girl can be caught staring at her through the glares.
The screen begins to rot,
Colors fade to black.
The pictures die off,
And she's forced to face
Her reflection on the television set.
[Strayed fingerprints speckle the screen, outlined by a thin layer of dust]
*The motion is involuntary, she just needs to pull the trigger.
Fingers pry into her throat, digging out her insides.
She digs deeper, setting her insides to flames,
She watches the ashes pile up, until she's left empty.
You can find her where the blood stains the tile.
Trying to grasp what a sight she would be,
If she looked just like the pictures
Reflected on the television set.
poem by Gabriella Mendoza
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