0007 The Transcendent
'The Transcendent'...'The Metaphysical'...'The Higher Truth...'
spooky words used by
spooky people with
spooky minds who belong to
spooky organisations for
those who've nothing better to do?
These days words like this
sure look weird in cold print...
OK let's be cool about this
it could be worth a chat.
When you rush home from school
and at the door
the puppy barks at you and skids on the floor
cos he's wagging his tail that hard
and the cat condescendingly
acknowledges your presence and dispenses
a saucerful of warmth by rubbing against
your ankle or bare leg
and Mum groans in a friendly way
at all the smears on your clothes
you've acquired during the day
and Dad asks you what you learned today son (..uh...)
you're in the transcendental world -
of things that can't be nailed down or measured;
starting with love and happiness and faith and hope and trust
and a lot of other words
like justice, mercy, compassion, care, courage, selflessness,
generosity, humanity, enthusiasm, gratitude, praise...
which if we don't use them occasionally as words
but just take them for granted
disappear
from human mind.
and so poets being poets may take them down from the shelf
or out of the dictionary
once in a while,
dust them
and put them back looking as dusted things do
more noticeable and really rather fine.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Spooky
(middlebrooke / shapiro)
In the cool of the evening
When everything is getting kind of groovy
You call me up and ask me
Would I like to go with you and see a movie?
First I say no, Ive got some plans for tonight
And then I stop and say all right
Love is kind of crazy with a spooky little boy like you
You always keep me guessing
I never seem to know what you are thinking
And if a girl looks at you
Its for sure your little eye will be a-winking
I get confused, I never know where I stand
And then you smile and hold my hand
Love is kind of crazy with a spooky little boy like you
Spooky
If you decide some day to stop this little game that you are a-playing
Im gonna tell you all the things my hearts been a-dying to be saying
Just like a ghost youve been a-haunting my dreams
But now I know youre not what you seem
Love is kind of crazy with a spooky little boy like you
Spooky
Ahh, ahh, spooky, mmm, spooky, ahh, ahh, ahh, spooky, ooh, spooky
Ahh, aah, aah, spooky
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Aint It Spooky?
Does it ever seem when listening,
To those chosen to respond to questions asked...
That task becomes robotic?
And the answers to those questions,
Take on a mechanical reaction fast?
The eyes are fixed,
With an absence of warmth.
The voice is monotoned.
As if an intelligence has been programmed.
Specifically to flaunt undaunted.
An empathy is missing.
And a connection with it dismissed.
Not a hair on their heads is out of place.
And nowhere is there a wrinkle,
In their appearance that exists.
'Whoa!
I know!
Aint it spooky? '
Yes.
We continue to be tricked.
'And for them that's the treat.
Leaving us to eat every bit of it! '
Whoa.
I know.
That IS spooky!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Lip Or Sucking Of Tongue
Of course I know 'how' I arrived.
And the length of time it took,
For anyone to notice my presence.
Although it was not my presence,
Or reason why...
That I began this journey to be noticed.
I was much too young.
Like a puppy first seeing its tail for the first time...
And curious as to where it came from.
Who knew?
I didn't!
Until I began following an attraction,
That seemed always in my mind.
Of course I 'know' how I arrived.
I first heard my voice.
And my parents noticed it.
I learned if I used it in certain ways,
They were there.
I was a baby them.
Then I connected my voice to words.
I was in awe that letters were attached.
And those letters attached used in different ways,
Made those words I said more or less effective.
Then I began to see those letters change,
As I began to print them by hand slowly.
I was amazed! .
Then I discovered certain words I shouldn't say!
I should never have been told that.
Because even today...
I will use those same words to chase people away.
Of course I know 'how' I arrived.
And I used a lot of cussing along the way.
Trust me.
But I stopped when it was pointed out to me,
I 'seemed' to have had more intelligence than that.
And whoever said that to me,
Had no clue as to how curious I was.
'Ma?
What's intelligence? '
~Someobody who asks too many questions.
And is about to get on my last nerve.~
'You talking about me? '
~Are you or are you not in my face? ~
'Why can't I ask you anything,
Before it's turned into a test? '
~And if you want to pass,
You know what to do.
Without lip or sucking of tongue.
You got that, mister? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Positivity
Yes,yes,yes,yes,yes
Positivity yes
Have u had your plus sign 2 day?
Positivity yes
Do we mark u present, or do we mark u late?
Is that a good man
Walking down that street with that money in his hand
Is that a good man?
Why do u dog him
If that was yo father, tell me, would u dog him then
Would u dog him?
Positivity yes
Have u had your plus sign 2 day?
Positivity yes
Do we mark u present, or do we mark u late?
Is that all your gold?
Where did it come from? what did u have 2 do? (did u have 2 do)
Can u sleep nights?
Do u dream straight up or do u dream in ws?
Positivity yes
Have u had your plus sign 2 day?
Positivity yes
Do we mark u present, or do we mark u late?
Na na na na na na, so slow
Positivity yes
Na na na na na na, so slow
Can a boy who drops out at school
At 13 years of age
Answer the 2 of life and death
When it slaps him in the face?
Whos 2 blame when hes got no place 2 go
And all hes got is the sense 2 know
That a life of crimell help him beat u in the race
Help him beat u in the race (help him beat u in the race)
Positivity
Positivity yes
Have u had your plus sign 2 day?
Positivity yes
Do we mark u present, or do we mark u late?
Na na na na na na, so slow (na na na na na na, so slow)
Chorus
Na na na na na na, so slow (say it again - na na na na na na, so slow)
Positivity yes
Na na na na na na, so slow
Wave your hands 4 positivity yall!
All the boys and all the girls (all the boys and all the girls)
U r the new kings of the world!
Shall the court sing together
In every mans life there will be a hang-up
A whirlwind designed 2 slow u down
It cuts like a knife and tries 2 get in u
This spooky electric sound
Give up if u want 2 and all is lost
Spooky electric will be your boss
Call people magazine, rolling stone
Call your next of kin, cuz your ass is gone
Hes got a 57 mag with the price tag still on the side
Cuzzin when spooky say dead, u better say died
Or u can fly high right by spooky and all that he crawls 4
Spooky and all that he crawls 4
Dont kiss the beast
We need love & honesty, peace & harmony
Positivity
Love & honesty, peace & harmony
I said, hold on 2 your soul, u got a long way 2 go
Sho nuff, sho nuff, sho nuff
Dont kiss the beast
Be superior at least
Hold on 2 your soul, yall, court, sing
Hold on 2 your soul, we got a long way 2 go
Hold on 2 your soul
song performed by by Prince
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Spooky Girlfriend
I want a girl to make a mess
To do no wrong she must confess
And then perhaps hitch up her dress
'Cos when the flashbulbs explode
She's such a sensitive soul
I want a girl who is helpless and frail
Who won't pull on my ponytail
I want a girl who has no past
She's made up now
But that won't last
'Cos when she sits on my knee
And then she whispers to me
"Can't you see
I could be
I could be
Your spooky girlfriend"
The broken toys are all scattered in the attic
Newspapers play with the words of the fanatic
While the greeting cards are your most poetic lyric
And the flat champagne is sweet sugar syrup
I want to paint you with glitter and with dirt
Picture you with innocence and hurt
The shutter closes
Exposes the shot
She says, "Are you looking up my skirt?"
When you say "No"
She says "Why not?"
I want a girl to turn my screw
To wind my watch, to buckle my shoe
And if she won't her mother will do
But when she does as she's told
We'll all turn platinum and gold
But when she sits on my knee
I hear her whispers to me
"Can't you see?"
"I could be your spooky girlfriend
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Words.... (Poetry Itself)
words do not heal the broken hearted,
words do not end wars.
words do not change the face of indifference,
words do not impress god!
words do not feed the hungry,
nor set the captives free.
words do not give shelter to the homeless,
or hope to those ridden with despair.
words do not stop discrimination,
words do not bring justice.
words do not bring forgiveness,
nor do they bring understanding...
words do not fill the empty,
nor erase the scars of love...
words do not define dialogue!
it is only then,
the hands and feet of the human heart...
and poetry itself is nothing more,
than the action of involved compassion!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Linda
Seven ships without a sail
Seven cats without a tail
Boy, its weird here
On this spooky old pier tonight
But Im not frightened 'cause I know what it is
Evrything is just the same as it was
Im in trouble because of linda
She hurt me so badly
She said shed be here
On our special pier
I lover her
Linda, the carousels playing
But that merry-go-round
Is bringing me down
'cause I remember what it meant to you
Linda, linda
I love you
song performed by by Randy Newman
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Naughty Words!
Often words are but tiny turds of humor and of wit,
Flotsam in a poets mind…“Oh my, what junk, what shit! ”
Alas, it’s true at times words can form a perfect line,
“How wonderful, how clever” the words are so sublime
When all is said 'n done, its truth that’s clear 'n real,
By writing what we see 'n hear...especially what we feel
Write on poets!
There be no rules that we must heed or follow
Drink in the gifts of words sweet chums...
But don’t forget to swallow!
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Words To Me Mean
words are just word that mean nothing at all as my heart turns cold i can no longer say i care at all to you that may be wrong but to me words are just words that mean nothing at all but to others they are so much more they are words of felling words of hate and joy and worst of all words of hurt but words are just words i could care less at all with words of love, joy, and laughter you can no longer get me down words are just words that no longer hurt at all so no longer let them take charge words are just words of many words of few may cause trouble or cause joy my heart turns cold at the sight of your hate and rejoice with joy at the sight of happiness so you see words are just words that i can no longer take at all
poem by Kimberly Whittenburg
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Words between words
Words between words
~
I try and say most things subtle
To slip words between words
In the hope you will read and hear
Sometimes I speak with blunt honesty
Sometimes wish I just didn’t speak
Sketching in secret characters
Telling stories built on fantasy
When a subtle look reveals
The obvious biography
Those words between words
What I write, what I speak
I understand words more than people
Words always seem easy
We all have things we wish to say
Some are said, others kept
All that is written then spoken
Are words between words
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Words
Words are my weapon
words are my shield
Guns and knifes just ruin lives
so words I keep concealed
Words are all I have here
they help me struggle on
Words are here forever,
when all I have is gone
In my thoughts or in my poems
Words will help ease my brain
I write down what is on my mind
Expressing love or feeling pain
Not that many I can trust
But words I can depend
Words wont turn there back on you
Words are my only friend
poem by Nic Hillen
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Poems from heaven
poems from heaven come to me in my sleep
i awake in the morning and i start to weep.
for in my dreams i see the loved ones who had past
they give me these words which will forever last
you are my child which i gave to the world at birth
i did not know at the time- if and what
your life would be worth.
but i knew in my heart that there was a purpose in your life
now i am in a better existence looking down upon you
and the lord has shown me what you have to do..
you are here to spread the word to all the other poets.
that they could reach more people than they
could ever dare to imagine.
open up your hearts and minds, and let
your loved ones souls with yours entwine.
listen to what they have to say
for with their words, this world
will be a better place.
.these are the poems from heaven of which
i talk about.
and of this i have no doubt.
to all the poets of the world, continue
to spread the words that come into your hearts and minds
for they will be here way beyond our time.
.
.
poem by Louis Rams
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I'm not usually where I think I am. It's kind of spooky.
quote by Laurie Anderson
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The Wise Words of Gareth Pugh
Gone, baby gone -
are the days of youth
brought mostly in school!
Home sweet home safer?
=NOT!
School sweet school safer?
=Yes more or less!
Your wise words did not bore
a hole; rather it gently unlocked a...
closed heart -
into an open heart.
My days spent here are soon to be over
in this ole'but school sweet school.
The words will stay
stitched into...
...an open heart! -
as my respnsibulities change.
Advice given = advice used
in words; unlocking a door -
a door to say Thank You!
Gone, baby gone -
are the days of youth
brought mostly in school!
Home sweet home safer?
=NOT!
School sweet school safer?
=Yes more or less!
A door opens wide -
and in comes a breezy breeze...
...enveloping with my freedom
as your wise words described
it in images of hope and longing!
Now it finally but trully arrived
at my door step.
The wise words embraced and brought me to a freedom...
of hope!
poem by Celine Berghmans
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Why Poets?
When a poem is read
A reader's home is entered
Where dwells a kindred spirit
You laugh…you cry
You groan and you sigh
You feel and taste and hear it
We bring tears to eyes
Smiles to lips…
Memories to mind
We make you think
With pen and ink
And open minds once blind
That music is a source of joy
Of that, of course there is
No doubt
But words and phrases
Ink on pages, of that
We'd ne'er do without
It's a gift given to very few
In truth, this game
of words and phrases
Of measurable worth?
Of real value none?
Of real time and of real places?
So why the need for you and me?
What place have we…Poets,
In grand schemes, of things and matters?
…It's because….
We give wings to words
That soar like birds
And oftimes leave your heart
…in tatters…
poem by David Whalen
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My Poet Time Travelers
I thought of it all day and well into the night
That for you a poem I would write.
What words can you use to describe a person
You’ve never seen.
Then a realization came into my mind
I’ve been writing them for a very long time.
Every time we write about GOD and his begotten son
The words flow freely and never left undone.
So it matters not if it is sight unseen
We write about everything- it’s a poets dream.
Poets go into worlds never traveled before
Seeking all that GOD has made
And come back with knowledge that they’ve gained.
Into the realms of mystery, love, excitement and fear
So that with you these words they could share.
They see the realities of today
The dreams of yesterdays
The future of tomorrows
And the pains and sorrows.
They are the time travelers of the mind
Their eyes are open - they are not blind.
So when you read what they write
It’s because of this time travelers insight.
So to my time traveling co-poets, this I must say
I am proud to have traveled this road with you
Into the minds of man, and writing
The stories that they all understand.
poem by Louis Rams
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No Name #1
At a party he was waiting
Looking kind of spooky and withdrawn
Like he could be underwater
The mighty mother with her hundred arms
Swept all aside
I hate to walk behind other people's ambition
I saw you waiting
Saint like
With your warning
Leave alone
You don't belong here
He got nervous
Started whistling
Every thought a ricochet
Did you notice?
Well i wondered
What's the worst thing i could say?
And i froze up and sighed
You remind me of someones daughter
I forgot her
I forgot her name ashamed
Go home and live with your pain
Leave alone
Leave alone 'cos you know you don't belong
You don't belong here
And when i go
Don't you follow
Leave alone
Leave alone 'cos you know you don't belong
You don't belong here
Slip out quiet
Nobody's looking
Leave alone
You don't belong here
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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The First Poets
The First Poets hunted game in the forest and on the plains-
inventing signs and gestures; guttural sounds and mime-
and ultimately Words.
The First Poets wrote words and drew pictures
on the walls of caves
stamping their feet to drum-beats;
learning to dance.
The First Poets invented music for their words
religion, books and counting-conjuring up
in each instance-new things.
The First Poets imagined names for plants,
animals, birds and creatures of the sea;
sang songs about them-wrote poems and hymns.
creating sentiment, vows and promises-
marriage ceremonies.
Poets invented the idea of the Idea, of kindness, and visions.
Poets invented hope and the future, love of the past, community.
Poets invented the rhythm of our lives.
Poets re-invent themselves and civilization each generation.
They peer into the gauzy dream and dream what is not yet;
they peer inside themselves
reaching in
with-drawing something new
from that which had not been
there
before.
The First Poets invent and re-invent civilization each generation.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I just like the idea of this creature or a being on the roof, you know? It's kind of spooky.
quote by Will Sergeant
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Have a Good Gruntle
'You're the most ept, ert, choate and dolent person I know -
how do you manage it? '
'Excuse me...? ? '
Words are fun.
If your child's school report
declared him or her
'inept, inert, inchoate, and indolent'
you'd have a fairly clear picture
of how things are;
the negatives survive,
as more useful
(ah, sad reflection...)
and then there are the words
that have reversed their meanings
by some really interesting
but alas never yet charted
human failing:
'nice' once meant stupid and ignorant;
'silly' once meant blissful...
But today I'm savouring 'disgruntled':
that is, dissatisfied, and angry with it;
a state not unknown
to a consumer society;
so are you gruntled today -
satisfied and happy?
but it's not quite as easy as that:
if you're gruntled, then officially you're
'uttering little grunts'...
would that be while DIYing
somewhere back of the sink,
or pigging out so fast you can hardly
make time to breathe,
or perhaps being, uh,
sexually favoured?
Words are fun
especially for poets -
Shakespeare made up more than anyone
just like that
without some egghead like Bacon (aha!) or Jonson
looking over his shoulder and saying
you can't say that
they won't know what you mean
in the low-price seats...
Words are fun;
give them a good shake of the kaleidoscope
and they just might play nose-to-tail
and make a poem
though not today it seems
poem by Michael Shepherd
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