Cross-Eyed And Overwhelmed (Revised)
The story unfolds in one thin line, only sarcasm
of teen characters interesting; without philosophy,
great similes or striking passages requiring notes,
focus unilaterally on being a young protagonist
and her Barbie-doll stream of consciousness
Oee, she felt so angry and oh, her heart beating
and ooooh, her breath racing and he looked liked
that and did something brave; after reading this by
order of my daughter to intensify her joy & showing
willingness to support her in her latest undertaking
I felt like a wet rag, brain reduced to a pulp
Eyes out of focus, the image of screen heroines
flashing in front of my eyes with the leading lady's
lipstick immaculate, her lips fluttering like butterfly
wings - see what I mean, this style has gotten to
me - my daughter runs about with stars in her
eyes, already bringing me volume 2 since
I have finished volume 1 in record time, I laugh
at her delight and evident satisfaction, but defer
the comic-strip enjoyment till tomorrow - there
is only so much I can take, the fast-moving story
completely obliterates my second and third voice
and puts my mind in a hypnotic state
I cannot walk straight, am cross-eyed and
overwhelmed by the thin line action takes,
a laser beam in a one-dimensional universe….
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Leave The State of Nirvana
You slay me - my eyes have gone
right out of focus and my mind has
changed into a pulp of sweet, happy
jelly emitting glimmer and shine -
I cannot work like this; I feel
like a soap bubble shimmering with
rainbows - glittering everywhere; I
feel like a fairy floating about -
a sprite dancing for joy - how shall
I find power to leave this state of
nirvana and return to cold-blooded
left-brain consciousness
to do my work - to focus my mind
like a laser-beam on duties and
responsibilities - Can a fairy turn
into an ant?
That is my instruction today, and oh,
can it be done; why should the butterfly
return to the chrysalis - why, this is the
story of human life, we do it all wrong...
poem by Margaret Alice
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Walk A Thin Line
Written by lindsey buckingham.
Ive seen so many things that made me wonder
But sometimes its hard to tell
I said
Take your time
But no one was listening
I walk a thin line
They told me that I never would recover
Still some say they knew me well
I said
Stay by my side
But no one said nothin
I walk a thin line
I said
Please toe the line
But no one was listening
I walk a thin line
I said
Fate takes time
But no one was listening
I walk a thin line.
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Focus
focus
focus on god
focus on freedom
focus on forgiveness
focus on sweet speech
focus on treasures
focus on humility
focus on commitment
focus on mind
focus on success
focus on health
focus on healthy transformation
focus on goodness
focus on laughter
focus on fun
focus on angel
focus on sweetness
focus on wealth
focus
poem by Johnny Walks
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Velocity
Tell me something that I dont already know
Tell me how you play to change the world
Im tired of people trying to tell me what is right
Im tired of people trying to pull me down
I know that you might never understand the way I feel
I made a promise to myself that I would never let it show
Nver look down
Never look down
Just keep my focus straight ahead
And try to walk this line
Tell me all about your favorite human being
Tell me everything about yourself
God, the story is so terribly interesting
I wonder whats so good about myself
I know that you might never understand the way I feel
I made a promise to myself that I would never let it show
Never look down
Never look down
Just keep my focus straight ahead
And try to walk this line
So let me take a good look at your perfect life
So I know just exactly how I dont want mine
Everyday I see these
Same four walls that keep me here
And I want to change the things that hurt
I want to end this constant fear
song performed by by Face To Face
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In My Daughter's Eyes
In my daughter's eyes I am a hero
I am strong and wise and I know no fear
But the truth is plain to see
She was sent to rescue me
I see who I wanna be
In my daughter's eyes
In my daughter's eyes everyone is equal
Darkness turns to light and the
world is at peace
This miracle God gave to me gives me
strength when I am weak
I find reason to believe
In my daughter's eyes
And when she wraps her hand
around my finger
Oh it puts a smile in my heart
Everything becomes a little clearer
I realize what life is all about
It's hangin' on when your heart
has had enough
It's giving more when you feel like giving up
I've seen the light
It's in my daugter's eyes
In my daughter's eyes I can see the future
A reflection of who I am and what will be
Though she'll grow and someday leave
Maybe raise a family
When I'm gone I hope you see how happy
she made me
For I'll be there
In my daughter's eyes
song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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Walking On A Thin Line
Sometimes in my bed at night
I curse the dark and a pray for light
And sometimes, the lights no consolation
Blinded by a memory
Afraid of what it might do to me
And the tears and the sweat only mock my desperation
Dont you know me Im the boy next door
The one you find so easy to ignore
Is that what I was fighting for?
Walking on a thin line
Straight off the front line
Labeled as freaks loose on the streets of the city
Walking on a thin line
Straight off the front line
Take a look at my face, see what its doing to me
Taught me how to shoot to kill
A specialist with a deadly skill
A skill I needed to have to be a survivor
Its over now or so they say
Well, sometimes, it dont turn out that way
Cause your never the same when youve been under fire
Dont you know me Im the boy next door
The one you find so easy to ignore
Is that what I was fighting for?
Walking on a thin line
Straight off the front line
Labeled as freaks loose on the streets of the city
Walking on a thin line
Straight off the front line
Take a look at my face, see what its doing to me
song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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Don't Only Focus On The Money
When you go for the money,
You'll be selling your soul.
And when one goes for just the money,
The heart turns cold.
So don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Bling is nice but there's more to life.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Open your mind with bright wide eyes,
To take a ride that will excite you.
With a view to greater heights.
So...
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
When you go for the money,
You'll be selling your soul.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't let your heart grow old and cold.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
So...
Don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
So...
Don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
So you just don't focus on the money,
Don't.
So you just don't focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
'I feel funny when I don't have any money.'
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't you only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't keep your focus on the fact that you always stay broke.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't stay focused on the money,
Don't!
Don't keep your focus on the fact that you always stay broke.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Milk Teeth Miracles
my daughter
asks when we are out
can we visit
the toy shop
and oh the joy
in her eyes
with a yes reply
as she scans
all assembled boxes
latest arrivals
desire to possess
is in her heart
but she will not
ask only dream
appreciate
time of viewing
my daughter
would rather
I bought her
the latest
beautiful Barbie doll
complete
with accessories
selection of beautiful dresses
beautiful in boxes
rather
than I soft
blow
precious
wisdom seeds
to the winds
my daughter
plans to save up
all her money
magical gift money
the tooth fairy
in soft night love
leaves under
her pillow
for next lost
tooth ivory
wonder
milk teeth
gaps
smile up
grow
each tooth
under middle
of her pillow
firmly
sleep
guarded
joy
morning
showing
crisp
new mint
gift
money
waiting
smiling
her plan
to magic money
save up
to purchase
her dream doll
love seed sows
teases
pleases
maturity
teaches
while I prepare
leaving
to hang up quill
to fill the till
to shower dreams
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Push
I've felt the tap
On my shoulder
I've turned around
And grown older
I feel it burning
On the horizon
The orange glow
I've never known
Push
I've been left here out in the cold
It's nothing different a story of old
A thin line push in close
A thin line no one knows
Push
See it down
Push
See it drown
How'd I get here
What have I sold
I can feel it within
I can feel it begin
It's hard down here
With just an idea
That's never clear
Push
I need something to bring it down
I need something to hold it down
It's hard
Down here
With just an idea
That's never clear
Never told me
What you wanted
Only sold me
What you needed to
I need something to bring it down
I need something to call my own
The thin line
Push in close
A thin line
No one knows
I need something to bring it down
I need something to hold it down
song performed by by Ultraspank
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The Fog (Story)
The fog moved slowly across the ground
Like a cat on the prowl.
Everything was as quiet as can be
Not even a rustle in the trees.
Out of the mist she walked slowly towards me
Her eyes was the only thing that I could see.
They glowed like lanterns in the night
My heart jumped - my mind took flight.
So many thoughts going thru my head
Am I alive or am I dead?
What is this that I am seeing
Or is my mind playing tricks
And having me believe it.
As she came closer she started to take
An hour glass shape, and all dressed
Up in black pants, blouse, boots
And black cape.
Was I to die? Was this my fate?
Her eyes black as her outfit and hypnotic
As can be, and the softness of her voice
Capturing me.
'You look like you've seen a ghost' she said
I looked at her eyes then bowed my head.
She was the most beautiful woman that
I had ever seen or ever met
But something about her that I couldn't
Figure out yet.
Then the thought came to me ' vampire diary'.
I knew that this was only a movie, and no such
Thing exists. 'but' - what if?
I did not hear her heels as she walked up to me
And her eyes as big as can be, taking full control of me.
I felt my body go limp as I lost my self in her eyes
Then she licked her lips, and I felt I was paralyzed.
She took my face in her hands and kissed me OH SO TENDERLY
And in her arms was where I wanted to be.
Her lips like the taste of wine warming my every being
This was all that I was seeing.
She unbuttoned my shirt and started kissing my chest
Then I felt her climb up to my neck.
Her breath so hot that it sent chills down my spine
To last me till the ends of time.
She kissed me again and her tongue went deep inside
To a point that I wanted to cry,
She pulled away then looked at me
And opened her mouth very wide
AND THEN IT HAPPENED! I woke up!
Ha Ha hope you liked the ending.
poem by Louis Rams
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Winged
a butterfly
landed
on the lawn
in front of me
fluttering poorly
several times
folding
most beautiful wings
reached out
with my hand
so he or she
could land
felt
that softest touch
saw
as nearby
as never before
that butterfly
showing
those magnificent wings
a few times more
until
folded together
for the last time
feeling speechless
impressed
blessed
with the gift
of sharing those last moments
of a butterfly
now flying
on eternal wings
poem by Ellie Daphne van Stralen
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Made For TV Movie
I heard a word from on high
Clear like a light in the sky
It said, "quit blowing each other up"
The voice seemed so crystally clear
Some things are clean in your ear
When only blood fills your cup
Hello
I'm trying to focus, but my eyes deceive me
Focus
I'm witnessing history repeating
It fell like a tear from my eye
Flying machines so up high
Well, there goes the neighborhood
A scene set to singe innocence
Upheave, unhinge, and pit against
Like every made for TV movie should
Hello
I'm trying to focus, but my eyes deceive me
Focus
I'm witnessing history repeating
Focus, Focus
Focus (I can see now)
We are, we know, we see, we think for you
The who, the what, the when, the where, the why
We build your hill, we build you too, we see you
Hello
I'm trying to focus, but my eyes deceive me
Focus
I'm witnessing history repeating
song performed by by Incubus
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There's Nothing Can Beat Your Love
Honey, the world is not enough
To replace you
As a replacement
I couldn’t walk a straight line
Whenever I playback your images
In my mind
Every single thing I do
I do it for you
Seemingly three months after we met
I felt like I’m in a transition
The moment I fantasizing you
My testosterone level escalated dramatically
The moment we sat down and conversed
Over the candlelights dines
My adrenalin rush elevated
And showering inside me
The touch of your fingers
On my hands
Aroused my bodily hairs
Like an afternoon breeze
On the prairie
It sways and sways
A glimpse into your glossy crayon eyes
Would make me cry
Thinking how finest
Was God’s creation
Your sharp straight nose
Is a stimulus
To my lips
I felt like crunching it
With my snowy white teeth
But I could not
Cuz your flesh is mine too
When our lips become one
I thanked to my parents
For bringing me into this world
The finest gift I could ever have had
Your morning breath
Is like a lifeline in need
I felt afresh and alive
Your voice is stimulation
I had to live a thousand years
To have another voice like that
Honey, to live with you
Till death
Is like sailing
To the rivers of Babylon
Guarded by Moses shields
Our ship, as big as King Tot’s palace
Our bed were made of gold
The whole structures were made of Emerald
We keep on sailing
Just you and me
To eternity
poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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Living On A Thin Line
All the stories have been told
Of kings and days of old,
But theres no england now.
All the wars that were won and lost
Somehow dont seem to matter very much anymore.
All the lies we were told,
All the lies of the people running round,
Theyre castles have burned.
Now I see change,
But inside were the same as we ever were.
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Living this way, each day is a dream.
What am i, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Now another century nearly gone,
What are we gonna leave for the young?
What we couldnt do, what we wouldnt do,
Its a crime, but does it matter?
Does it matter much, does it matter much to you?
Does it ever really matter?
Yes, it really, really matters.
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Now another leader says
Break their hearts and break some heads.
Is there nothing we can say or do?
Blame the future on the past,
Always lost in blood and guts.
And when theyre gone, its me and you.
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line.
song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Domestic Shades-25
Her resilience is like a danseuse
Involved with elegant loyalty
And that is the most I admire
In every visit to my daughter's place
Where her maid Dhanam, here I mean
Has inspired by her mopping style
Holding the stick gentle in firm grip
Mopping determined in firm swabbings...
And the sparkling floor charms
Ever to follow Dhanam's style
which when I was trying out
In easy-done mood one day
I felt an angry gaze at my back
Which I knew from whom
And a day later my tiny grand-daughter
When did the same
She too felt at her back an angry gaze
Which she too knew from whom
And still a day later
Dhanam when began with her style
The mop-stick on its turn stared
At Dhanam's fiery grumblings
Over its non-co-operation
And she too felt behind an angry gaze
Which all knew was my daughter's
Meaningful in unuttered words
Thrown on me pointed..'All because of you'
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Once Upon A Time....
Under the moonlight in the park
Young lovers had an evening walk.
His muscles you could see in the dark,
She was like a thin fragile stalk.
All the time the guy talked.
For a bet he crossed the bay
And it was on a stormy day.
He fought with the devils stream,
He heard the petrels scream.
How brave you are- she said,
If it were me I would be dead
For any money I wouldn't cross that bay
I am a terrible cowered - she wanted to say.
But he interrupted her, kissed and said:
You are my dearest sparrow-coward.
The stars were shining like silver nails
Ready to tell them fairy tales.
But all of a sudden as from the ground
Two strange figures of men appeared
No one else was around and…
The young man felt as if he was bound.
One of the strangers who was eared slowly neared.
You, chicks! Money, earrings, watches…Quick!
And the other one showed a knife saying:
Money or your young life?
The lad quickly took off his watch
And felt something wet in his crotch.
But it was not the same with the lass
She was outraged by this sass.
She stepped ahead and loudly said:
Damn fascist you are!
You are an enemy without breast,
You are looking for an arrest.
I don't care about your knife
You dirty scoundrel! I will strive for life!
If I die you'll be sentenced to death
If I stay alive you won't go too far,
You'll be found even in a jar.
She looked straight into his eyes
And the man felt that she didn't say lies.
He was embarrassed and said to the second one:
To hell with them! It looks as if she is a bomb.
Two figures disappeared round the corner,
Both of them looking like mourners.
Under the moonlight in the park
The stars now were dark.
A young couple walked,
You couldn't hear them talk.
He was a guy with a sportsman's figure,
She was a cowardly girl.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 8th of March,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Under The Moonlight In The Park
Under the moonlight in the park
Young lovers had an evening walk.
His muscles you could see in the dark,
She was like a thin fragile stalk.
All the time the guy talked.
For a bet he crossed the bay
And it was on a stormy day.
He fought with the devils stream,
He heard the petrels scream.
How brave you are- she said,
If it were me I would be dead
For any money I wouldn't cross that bay
I am a terrible coward - she wanted to say.
But he interrupted her, kissed and said:
You are my dearest sparrow-coward.
The stars were shining like silver nails
Ready to tell them fairy tales.
But all of a sudden as from the ground
Two strange figures of men appeared
No one else was around and…
The young man felt as if he was bound.
One of the strangers who was eared slowly neared.
You, chicks! Money, earrings, watches…Quick!
And the other one showed a knife saying:
Money or your young life?
The lad quickly took off his watch
And felt something wet in his crotch.
But it was not the same with the lass
She was outraged by this sass.
She stepped ahead and loudly said:
Damn fascist you are!
You are an enemy without breast,
You are looking for an arrest.
I don't care about your knife
You dirty scoundrel! I will strive for life!
If I die you'll be sentenced to death
If I stay alive you won't go too far,
You'll be found even in a jar.
She looked straight into his eyes
And the man felt that she didn't say lies.
He was embarrassed and said to the second one:
To hell with them! It looks as if she is a bomb.
Two figures disappeared round the corner,
Both of them looking like mourners.
Under the moonlight in the park
The stars now were dark.
A young couple walked,
You couldn't hear them talk.
He was a guy with a sportsman's figure,
She was a cowardly girl.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 8th of March,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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The Storyteller's Word
In a decent book, I can lose myself,
For, at least, a good couple of hours.
A well told story, for young or old,
My mind will quite hungrily devour.
I’ve always loved a real page turner:
A story, which, is totally compelling.
Sometimes, there’s a story, true or invented,
Which, simply, deserves, and needs telling.
Sometimes, a person in a book,
To me, can feel like a true friend;
You share their life and adventures,
And feel rather sad, when it all ends.
A story can stir up a mixture of emotions:
I’ve cried tears, and gasped with surprise.
I’ve found myself completely captivated,
As a story unfolds before my very eyes.
A good story, has the ability to transport you,
To different places, and to different times.
You just never know where you may end up,
When you sit and read those immortal lines.
Stories should never be kept locked away:
With others, they should be readily shared.
There is no other past-time, known to man,
With which, reading a book, can quite compare.
Whether a story is based on a person’s life,
Or whether, it has been quite purely invented,
A story can make such an impact upon you,
That, forever, in your memory, it is cemented.
I’ve always adored a really well written story,
Regardless of, by whom, or when, it was written.
Snuggled up, with a book held in your hands,
It is so easy, to become completely smitten.
A story can make you lose all track of time,
When, in a book, you are totally immersed.
I love reading a story, and really drinking it in;
For reading books, I’ve developed a real thirst.
There are many stories, the world over,
Which, are still waiting to be heard.
Nothing on earth, is quite so powerful,
As the power of the storyteller’s word.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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He Who Hesitates
I knew it was love when I first saw your face
you were younger by far, but that’s no disgrace.
When we were introduced I could see in your eyes
that you felt the same; what a great surprise.
Our respective partners were also in this uncrowded room,
so we couldn’t make a date, besides it was much too soon.
Discreetly we smiled for the next two hours or so
and your eyes told me that we had further to go.
At the end of the evening we said a polite goodnight,
but deep inside we felt that this wasn’t right.
Our paths didn’t cross again for quite a long time,
but the instant our eyes met I knew you were mine.
With butterflies in my stomach and I felt excited inside,
your eyes and smile told me that we soon had to decide.
But nothing was planned for we dared not take the chance
on breaking our partners hearts for an uncertain romance.
Whenever we saw each other our feelings were still there
even though we had not said just how much we care.
Each time you smiled you brought a fluttering to my heart,
but when you were with your partner it tore me apart.
Can you remember when our fingers touched one day?
We stared at each other and didn’t know what to say.
My aching heart was throbbing and beating so fast
I thought it would explode with an almighty blast.
I’m sorry my darling for not asking you to be mine,
we could’ve been blissfully in love for all this time.
And now my heart deeply hurts whenever I see you,
you’re with a different partner and pregnant too.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Grey-eyed mabel
I gazed on orbs of flashing black;
I met the glow of hazel light;
I marked the hue of laughing blue,
That sparkled in the festive night.
But none could fling a lasting spell
To hold me with unchanging power--
The chains they cast were never fast
Beyond the gay and fleeting hour--
Till Grey-eyed Mabel's gentle glance,
With blushing sense and beauty rife,
Bade my soul cry with burning sigh,
'I'm thine, and only thine, for life.'
Black, blue, and hazel stars have set,
But Mabel's grey eyes lead me yet.
What was it in sweet Mabel's eyes
That told me what no others told,
That roused the dull, that pleased the wise,
That charmed the young and cheered the old?
What was it held my world-worn breast
In holy thrall--unknown before?
What was it those grey eyes expressed
That made me worship and adore?
It was the pure and tender ray
That filled those eyes in joy or woe;
It was the beam that could not play
Without the fountain stream below;
It was the beam of simple truth,
Of Woman's faith and trusting Youth.
Those soft, grey eyes were watched by mine
With earnest, deep, and secret prayer;
I knew, I felt, my earthly shrine
Was found and fixed for ever--there.
I poured my heart one moonlit night
Into sweet Mabel's listening ear;
Our mutual vow, from then till now,
Bound each to each--fond, firm, and dear.
Our boys and girls are growing round,
And all give promise, brave and fair,
But one, young cherub form is found
First in my love, my hope, my care.
And why?--ah! why? My soul replies,
'She has dear Mabel's soft, grey eyes.'
poem by Eliza Cook
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