Enneagram
But no, nothing helped when I tried to be myself
reading old books, even a new one on sixth sense
said I should take heed of every single pain my
body produced to determine what I think
I feel a stranger in my own skin after a day
doing Big Five & Enneagram questionnaires
– which classify me the most selfish, unhelpful,
self-centred human alive;
even fairy pictures in my Treasury of Children’s
Poetry failed to restore me; according to the
questionnaires, I am detrimental to people
I meet in social contexts - I am devastated
cannot believe I am the MEAN uncaring person
Jung’s questionnaire says; I shall explain to
those I love HOW MUCH I love them, but if it
is true, I wanted to MUCH be better than that –
am still trying as a matter of fact…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Sixth Place and Falling
Below children and grand children plus old friends,
My rank in importance continually descends.
Then ahead there's bridge and constant reading,
Which result so sadly in my sixth place seeding.
I find it appalling that I'm in the sixth spot and falling,
Though my greatest concern is where it all will end…
How far down the depths will my position descend?
Now that I'm old, unhealthy and not very attractive,
Will the next level ahead be a person more active?
I don't smoke, can't drink and sex is just a concept.
Maybe sixth place is too high for someone so inept.
At the end no matter how far I sank or my final rank,
Her love made it worthwhile so I'll have her to thank.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Bobby and I went through some old questionnaires about customer requirements for languages, then we compiled a new one and sent it out to a few dozen people we knew.
quote by James Frank
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She had loved
She had loved,
Loved with the passion of a thousand loves
All of her hurt and pain went into this love
A love that no one had ever known
The ache and hurt from all the others went into the act of loving
The abuse of all the others went into her passion
The pain of rejection from family and friends went into the love making
She could never feel the hurt again so she put it into the passion and heat they two had when they where together
And when she was alone she would cry for the pain
Pain for the fear that she might never love
Cry for all the abuse that was put onto her body
Some in part to find love
Some in part to feel something instead of being loved
She used her body as a vessel to get what she wanted
And never showed love when doing it
She gave herself to forget herself and all the pain and fear and anguish
She gave and gave and showed no emotion in doing so
She knew that no one would really know her
Or really loved her
They were all just lovers without the love and all of the passion
She used what she knew
And passion is what she knew best
She had passion in the way she walked and talked and all the things that she did
She never showed her true colors
Until she found that love
And poured it all into the love making that she gave and cried for a different reason
She now cried for the loved that she had found and wanted
She gave all of her and more then needed to give to one person
That love that she had never had and wanted so desperately she gave to this person and that person never really understood her
She thought that this would never end and never wanted it to
But when the love in the love making faded it was just empty
And from then on all of her became empty
She did not know how to show true love and slowly lost her passion
All of her passion for all of the things that made her lovable
So now she was never to find that love again
Now she was passionless and empty
Empty was she would remain to be
Hallow once again just a vessel for others to abuse
and confuse for what they thought was love
Love that she would and could never feel again
poem by Ruthy Fernandez
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None More Selfish Than I
Some humans are such selfish creatures and none more selfish than I
The World revolves around me and praise of self I do enjoy
Some call it self survival or call it what you may
And meanwhile people dying of hunger every day.
I've never known what it feels like to be hungry or known of hunger pain
Yet of my poor existence I often do complain
So many poor and oppressed people would envy one like me
It surely can be a relative thing when one talks of poverty.
I meet so many selfish people who for themselves only care
Of the sufferings of others they don't even seem to care
As well as self centred they are ignorant and without thinking they say
That poverty is self inflicted in the World of today.
I may be a selfish bugger but in that I'm not alone
And I am one not without sin so I can't cast the stone
I feel that the World revolves around me how selfish can one be
And only the best of people are blessed with the gift of empathy.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Things That Some Women Put Up With
There is more to life for any woman than being a faithful and a devoted wife
To a selfish and egotistical fellow until the last day of her life
To one who remains as a rude teenager in his behaviour who uses her as his sexual toy
She cares for him and for their children whilst the good life he seems to enjoy.
He is with his mates in the pub after work in the evening mostly talking about football
The things they see in life as important are not that important at all
She even knows he has a mistress who gives him his 'bit on the side'
Though for her self esteem that cannot be good as well as harmful to her sense of pride.
The things that some women put up with from arrogant self centred men
They feel trapped in their hopeless marriage as if they were locked in a pen
A pen that they cannot escape from some as prisoners of their marriage vows stay
For love that cloud our eyes to the faults of others the price can be so big to pay.
The things that some women put up with to keep their bad marriage alive
As if without their selfish husbands that they could not manage to survive
Their marriage vows to them so sacred that they have to live out their life span
With one who does not even respect them an arrogant self centred man
poem by Francis Duggan
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Sixth Place and Sliding
Below children and grandchildren plus old friends,
My rank in importance continually descends.
Then ahead there's bridge and constant reading,
Which result so sadly in my sixth place seeding.
I find it appalling that I'm in the sixth spot and falling;
Slipping and sliding at the time of this writing.
Though my greatest concern is where it all will end…
How far down the depths will my position descend?
Now that I'm old, unhealthy and not very attractive,
Will the next level ahead be a person more active?
I don't smoke, can't drink and sex is just a concept.
Maybe sixth place is too high for someone so inept.
At the end no matter how far I sank or my final rank,
Her love made it worthwhile so I'll have her to thank.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Vote Smart has sent out thirty thousand questionnaires to every candidate running for office.
quote by Betty Hill
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Poetic Dharma II
keep your dream alive, live, get out and seize the day!
a great sense of anticipation vividly conveys
the thrill of meeting new people,
vast web of modern day technology,
information conglomeration,
sharing and spreading meaning of true freedom
humility is regarded with the utmost admiration
waking up to this realization
eye-opening poetry
sharing perspectives and experiences
peace love humanity forever
struggle of a single person in a single land
yet how it calls out to the spirits of all people in every land
Timeless messages awakened individuals
the universal language of the soul
precious resource we all keep in our possession
one responsible for every great human creation,
advancement, or achievement throughout our history
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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As A Matter Of Fact
Written by s. garrett & d. boyette
Blow daddy, aww, yeah
Here we are, standing at the hard line
We made it last this long
The two of us, together since the first time
And I believe our love is still strong
Seems love has a funny way
Well, it can come or go or it can choose to stay
But love says what it has to say
(chorus)
Matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
I love you (oh, as a matter of fact)
And I love that you love me back
As a matter of fact (ooh, as a matter, a matter)
Some said we wouldnt make it this far
But they dont talk no more (no more)
The love we share is precious as a big star
And what we haves what others hope for
Seems love has a funny way
Well, it can come or go or it can choose to stay
But love says what it has to say
(chorus)
Matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
I need you (oh, as a matter of fact)
And Im glad that you need me back
As a matter of fact (ooh, as a matter, a matter)
Mm, matter of fact, yeah (ooh as a matter of fact)
I want you (yeah, as a matter of fact)
And I cant tell you more than that
As a matter of fact, (ooh, as a matter) yeah (matter)
Aww, blow, daddy
Musical interlude
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Seems love has a funny way
Well, it can come and go or it can choose to stay
But love says what it has to say
(repeat chorus)
Matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
I love you (oh, as a matter of fact)
Yeah and I love that you love me back
As a matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
Ooh, ooh, baby
Matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
I need you (yeah, as a matter of fact)
And Im glad that you need me right back
As a matter of fact
(ooh, as a matter) yeah (a matter)
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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A Poem For A. M.
i know of a guy
who hates pictures
he does not own
a camera despite
his money
a fact that he lost most
of them
in anything
except pictures
by social conventions
as he is in this
circle
somehow he cannot escape
pictures taken
but he would see to it
that his body is covered
his face behind
the rest of the other
happy faces because
no matter how he
tries to expand the size
of his smile
his sadness still invades his
eyes like
a skin disease
without cure
i tell him once about this
noticeable phenomenon
and he breaks into tears
like a mad woman
put inside bars
there is this fear
this certain sadness that
stays within
somehow we are able to hide it
as strangers knowing how to conceal their names
on ships which are about
to face the storm
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Explaining poetry
How can I ever explain poetry?
To a child it would be easy
Eenie minee minee moe
Catch the monkey by the toe
Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
To get a pail of water
Is a poem easily understood by
A child
But to an adult
How can I ever explain poetry?
Can I explain it with a straight
Look in the eye
And I will tell him
Poetry Is looking a person straight in the eye
Yes you have only one more day to live?
Can I explain it to him
Like I have a gun and point it straight to his head
And say
Yes poetry kills and it kills you in a minute
And for free?
Or can I explain poetry to him
Like I am on the tenth floor of this building
And I tell him I am so problematic
And all I have to do is
Jump and kill myself
And he would be there
To tell me
Life is beautiful
There is reason to live
That I am loved
That many people still care
That I have a mission
That I have lots of good things to do
That this world has meaning
That I am the child of this universe
That I am no less than the trees and the stars and that by all means
I have the right to be here
That poetry can save
That poetry is one saving person holding one back to his senses
that poetry is hope, love, kindness
it has no word for hate
it does not kill
or enslave
or annihilate
Poetry is a decision
Not to jump.
That is poetry to me
And as an adult he must understand.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just IS! (for Gina)
Because you are
the way you are
I love you
just the way
you is.
*******
JUST IS
Poetry is shadow
dancing with light.
Poetry is paper
longing to become voice.
Poetry is musical notation
turning into sound.
Poetry is a world
that is flat
becoming round.
Poetry is the longed for kiss
that’s going to happen
but hasn’t happened
just as yet.
Poetry is the kiss
you’d miss
if it wasn’t
there.
Poetry is falling in love
with sound and language
(you can’t have one without the other)
and being happily married
to its sixth sense
Poetry
Poetry
...just is.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Three
How can I ever explain poetry?
To a child it would be easy
Eenie minee minee moe
Catch the monkey by the toe
Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
To get a pail of water
Is a poem easily understood by
A child
But to an adult
How can I ever explain poetry?
Can I explain it with a straight
Look in the eye
And I will tell him
Poetry Is looking a person straight in the eye
Yes you have only one more day to live?
Can I explain it to him
Like I have a gun and point it straight to his head
And say
Yes poetry kills and it kills you in a minute
And for free?
Or can I explain poetry to him
Like I am on the tenth floor of this building
And I tell him I am so problematic
And all I have to do is
Jump and kill myself
And he would be there
To tell me
Life is beautiful
There is reason to live
That I am loved
That many people still care
That I have a mission
That I have lots of good things to do
That this world has meaning
That I am the child of this universe
That I am no less than the trees and the stars and that by all means
I have the right to be here
That poetry can save
That poetry is one saving person holding one back to his senses
that poetry is hope, love, kindness
it has no word for hate
it does not kill
or enslave
or annihilate
Poetry is a decision
Not to jump.
That is poetry to me
And as an adult he must understand
he must understand what i am really trying to say
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unrequited Love
Some of us try to keep our emotions and heart at the bank;
But sometimes you meet someone Angelic,
And this Unique Soul effortlessly awakens you to become a better person.
You fall in love with her thoughts and vision,
Her body is luckily a plus if she also loves you.
Falling in love with someone could mean the person does not love you the same way,
And that is equally okay.
You shouldn't feel sad that your love is unrequited.
You should be glad that your heart is Alive to beat faster for someone unique,
Even if they don't requite your love.
Recreate thyself regardless.
To be Alive is Most Paramount.
Life goes on unabated !
poem by Edem Banyah (20 June 2020)
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Loud And Clear
I hope that you will miss me
Put me down on history
I feel such a reject now
Get yourself a life
I hope that you're sorry
For not accepting me
For not adoring me
That's why I'm not your wife
People are stranger
People in danger
People are stranger
People deranged or,
I remember there was
Nothing I could ever do
Never could impress you
Even if I tried
Tell somebody who cares
Fill the room with empty stares
Go to bed and say my prayers
Keep them satisfied
People are stranger
People in danger
People are stranger
People deranged
Loud and clear I make my point dear
I hope that you never
Get the things you wanted to
Now I cast a spell on you
Complicate your life
Hope you get a puncture
Everywhere you ever drive
Hope the sun beats down
on you an
Skin yourself alive
Ra la la la la la la la - Ra la la la la la la la X 4
song performed by by Cranberries
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Loud & Clear
I hope that you miss me
Put me down on history
I feel such a reject now
Get yourself a life
I hope that youre sorry
For not accepting me
For not adoring me
Thats why Im not your wife
People are stranger
People in danger
People are stranger
People deranged or
I remember there was
Nothing I could ever do
Never could impress you
Even if I tried
Tell somebody who cares
Fill the room with empty stares
Go to bed and say my prayers
Keep them satisfied
People are stranger
People in danger
People are stranger
People deranged
Loud and clear I make my point my dear
I hope that you never
Get the things you wanted to
Now I cast a spell on you
Complicate your life
Hope you get a puncture
Everywhere you ever drive
Hope the sun beats down on you and
Skin youself alive
Ra la la la la la la la
Ra la la la la la la la x4
song performed by by Cranberries
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Painful Poetry
I've been
Seeing him
For so many
Years now…
Only painful
Poetry
Comes out of him
All his poems
Drip with immense
Agony…
Not a single
Poesy of glee
I feel so pained
On reading his
Poetry…
As if the sun
Never shines
For him
As if the pain
Has blinded him
So much -
That he only sees
Darkness around him.
God, it melts me.
Doesn't it melt your
Apathy?
Such a life
Full of endless
Misery,
You've given him
That he spits it out
In his everyday
Poetry…
That's the only way
He copes with this
Unbearable pain.
God, give him
Some sunshine
Some rain…
Let him blossom again
So that he's able to
Write at least
One poesy
Of glee.
Is it too much
Asking of thee?
I just want him
To be happy.
Won't you heed
My plea?
Please release him
From this misery.
(dedicated to a fellow poet)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Change
Once there was a man of power
Had no care for human life
Then one day he saw his living lie
Growing all around him
The wheel of change had taken over
Found a love he never knew
Now he teaches children what is true
Gather all around him
What made him choose to turn away
What makes us change our mind
The will to see turns you around
There is no explanation why
There is no rhyme or reason
Just feel the love and youre alive
Running around in your confusion
From the cradle to the grave
Aint got time to see the world go by
Where are you going
Always moving round in circles
Talking words that never end
Standing in the grip of madness
Why oh why
What are you saying
How can we choose to run away
How do we change our mind
See the perception turn around
There is no explanation why
There is no rhyme or reason
Just feel the love and youre alive
Realise this understanding
Move before it gets too late
Take this chance
Or life will pass you by
This is the only way
We must pull ourselves together
Theres so much we must explain
Got to teach the children what is true
There is no other way
Why did we choose to turn away
Why did we change our mind
The will to see turns you around
There is no explanation why
There is no rhyme or reason
Just feel the love and youre alive
The incredible gift of life
Where the fire within burns bright
Every moment we live is true
And the spirit is all in you
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Two Years Later
Life is a battlefield
Of choices made
And choices waiting
To be made,
Even if your choice
Is not to choose.
And I have made
Some choices
That I sometimes regret-
Like opening up to
A total stranger,
Pretending to be
An aspiring writer,
Who took my heart
And stepped
All over it,
While I tried
To believe that
There was
Something greater
Between us.
The only thing
That I found is
That some people
Do not live
Their lives in the open,
Hiding some dirty
Past secrets that
Bring on guilt
And shame.
And they try to flush
Their past
Down the toilet, but
The lies just keep
Building up
And the toilet backs up,
And the plunger won't work
This time.
I wanted to be your lover,
Not your plumber to help
Your lies from interfering
With your social life.
Even back then
You kept saying
That you loved me
But referred to me
As some friend of
Your nonexistent
Norwegian husband,
And you never wanted
Anyone to know about
Your fatherless children,
As if your children
Are a source of shame.
And all I wanted was love
And openness.
But all I got were lies,
Lies and more lies.
Well, it's been two years
Now since you wrote me
That love poem, calling me
Your soft and wild
Lover and a clutter in
Your pink laws.
But all the softness
And wildness have gone
Somehow, after I returned
To Connecticut, dissolved
In all the fantasies
Of some ideal love.
And all I have are just
Old love letters and
Pictures of you and
Your children on my PC,
Fading in hollow dreams
That I could ever be a part
Of your family.
Well, go ahead and
Pretend that we never met,
Cringing about my
Bad breath, dandruff,
Receding hairline,
And social awkwardness,
While hiding behind the name
Of your nine years younger
Adolescent husband.
I suppose he's good at
Fixing your computer
Troubles because all your
Big writing career
Revolves around
Internet gossip and
All the things
You'd like others
To believe.
Well, I don't take
Myself as seriously-
I once believed in us
And our future together
Only to have my books,
Dedicated to you,
Thrown in the garbage
And have you deny
Ever knowing me.
As Bill Clinton
once said:
'I did not have sex
With that woman, '
Even though the
Evidence pointed
To the contrary.
Well, it's been
Two years since
I've been 'that man'
That you choose not
To acknowledge,
And I'm taking my
Life back piece
By piece, refusing
To trash whatever
Tender moments
That we had together.
And we did have them,
Darling.
So, go ahead, and
Pretend that you
Never loved me,
Creating more
Lies and fictions.
It doesn't matter.
All that matters
Is that I'm true
To myself and to
My heart.
December 15,2005
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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No One Can Explain This Sadness
No one can explain this Sadness-
We love in the deepest way
we are the greatest happiness to each other
life can bring-
But somehow we become strangers
we meet as if we never knew each other
we go far away into ourselves
where that greatest love never existed-
No one can explain this Sadness
ow that Love and Happiness which means everything to us
goes away,
And the one person in the world
we were certain we would always most love
becomes a stranger.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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