I've been Hacked! ! !
i've been hacked, hacked
cut, cutting
my gentle words
my kind heart
HE cut my fingers my ideas too
in a crowd of sad poets
Made me me in pieces
try to speak for me
For some
For all of us! !
He has no ideas to cut
He has no talent to cut
He has only a hacked soul
he does not know what love is
And LOVE is our task
Because Poet we are! ! !
Shard of blurry glass he is
Shard of limpid crystal we are! ! !
poem by Mirna Morgan
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Fair Helen
I wish I were where Helen lies;
Night and day on me she cries;
Oh that I were where Helen lies
On fair Kirconnell lea!
Curst be the heart that thought the thought,
And curst the hand that fired the shot,
When in my arms burd Helen dropt,
And died to succour me!
O think na but my heart was sair
When my Love dropt down and spak nae mair!
I laid her down wi' meikle care
On fair Kirconnell lea.
As I went down the water-side,
None but my foe to be my guide,
None but my foe to be my guide,
On fair Kirconnell lea;
I lighted down my sword to draw,
I hackèd him in pieces sma',
I hackèd him in pieces sma',
For her sake that died for me.
O Helen fair, beyond compare,
I'll make a garland of thy hair
Shall bind my heart for evermair
Until the day I die.
Oh that I were where Helen lies!
Night and day on me she cries;
Out of my bed she bids me rise,
Says, "Haste and come to me!"
O Helen fair! O Helen chaste!
If I were with thee I were blest,
Where thou lies low and takes thy rest
On fair Kirconnell lea.
I wish my grave were growing green,
A winding-sheet drawn ower my een,
And I in Helen's arms lyíng,
On fair Kirconnell lea.
I wish I were where Helen lies;
Night and day on me she cries;
And I am weary of the skies,
Since my Love died for me.
Fair Helen
I wish I were where Helen lies;
Night and day on me she cries;
Oh that I were where Helen lies
On fair Kirconnell lea!
Curst be the heart that thought the thought,
And curst the hand that fired the shot,
When in my arms burd Helen dropt,
And died to succour me!
O think na but my heart was sair
When my Love dropt down and spak nae mair!
I laid her down wi' meikle care
On fair Kirconnell lea.
As I went down the water-side,
None but my foe to be my guide,
None but my foe to be my guide,
On fair Kirconnell lea;
I lighted down my sword to draw,
I hackèd him in pieces sma',
I hackèd him in pieces sma',
For her sake that died for me.
O Helen fair, beyond compare,
I'll make a garland of thy hair
Shall bind my heart for evermair
Until the day I die.
Oh that I were where Helen lies!
Night and day on me she cries;
Out of my bed she bids me rise,
Says, "Haste and come to me!"
O Helen fair! O Helen chaste!
If I were with thee I were blest,
Where thou lies low and takes thy rest
On fair Kirconnell lea.
I wish my grave were growing green,
A winding-sheet drawn ower my een,
And I in Helen's arms lyíng,
On fair Kirconnell lea.
I wish I were where Helen lies;
Night and day on me she cries;
And I am weary of the skies,
Since my Love died for me.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Blind My Love
Blind my love for all
You beautyful whore
My love for her
Not one my heart won.
The whore it was
Hacked my heart
Made of stone
Amidst this cold.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Hacked Down
To the great mountain tops to see the heavens!
And cutting through the thick forest to find my way through;
But my enemies hacked down the carved pavements.
The signs are there but you cannot see them,
So why do you still sleep my love?
For you are so beautiful among the daughters of women,
And honour is poured out from your sweet lips.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Helen of Kirconnell
I WISH I were where Helen lies,
Night and day on me she cries;
O that I were where Helen lies,
On fair Kirconnell lea!
Curst be the heart that thought the thought,
And curst the hand that fired the shot,
When in my arms burd Helen dropt,
And died to succour me!
O think na ye my heart was sair,
When my Love dropp'd and spak nae mair!
There did she swoon wi' meikle care,
On fair Kirconnell lea.
As I went down the water side,
None but my foe to be my guide,
None but my foe to be my guide,
On fair Kirconnell lea;
I lighted down my sword to draw,
I hacked him in pieces sma',
I hacked him in pieces sma',
For her sake that died for me.
O Helen fair, beyond compare!
I'll mak a garland o' thy hair,
Shall bind my heart for evermair,
Until the day I die!
O that I were where Helen lies!
Night and day on me she cries;
Out of my bed she bids me rise,
Says, 'Haste, and come to me!'
O Helen fair! O Helen chaste!
If I were with thee, I'd be blest,
Where thou lies low and taks thy rest,
On fair Kirconnell lea.
I wish my grave were growing green,
A winding-sheet drawn owre my e'en,
And I in Helen's arms lying,
On fair Kirconnell lea.
I wish I were where Helen lies!
Night and day on me she cries;
And I am weary of the skies,
For her sake that died for me.
He who hasn't hacked assemply language as a youth has no heart. He who does as an adult has no brain.
quote by John Moore
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Another Second
asking to wait
another second
is a shard of glass
from my broken heart
cutting my life short
moment by moment
my love's aching
heart can bleed
only so long
before all love is lost
and I am caged and wail at
the night for love denied
and dried desire looms
ever closer to me
as I back up
against the bars
Save me!
Save me!
Sao muitas esperas
e maivres os quereres
meu querer e voce meuamor
e a espera e apenas a
consequencia do meu
desejo por ti!
poem by Midnights Voice
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The best surgeon is he that has been well hacked himself.
A man who has his feet hacked off cannot scurry far.
When Simply Given
a broken shard of glass
embedded deep,
cutting from within....
fingers burnt by the fire....
the wail of darkness
swelling through the tombs
of the soul...
walking the razor's edge,
and the stink of human flesh.
nothing more immortal,
more infinite, more redeeming...
not even falling stars....
the moment of human life,
in minutes or years;
that only the courage
of revealing oneself can unwrap....
the moment becoming eternity
when simply given!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Potential Poetry!
Love has no fear whatsoever in the world;
Poet does all by his love of all matters here;
Poetry is inspiring words of poet for all!
What's not possible by poetry is nothing!
Impossible is expressed in possible words
Making unknown known by poetry only!
Forms and style are poets own creations;
Poetry is ever new in expression of ideas
Inspiring all to be enthusiastic, enlightened!
Love of Nature, life, beauty and love poetry
Explores always deep to express truth new!
Poets are gods of Earth to men to new realm!
Poetry briefly converges all in a nutshell
As powerful as atomic energy in control!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Not That Kind Of Love
Hello, my little pretty
My, don't we look YUK
Come here!
You spend all day picking out your dress
I like you dirty when your hair is a mess
You smell so sweet walking in the room
You don't have to try so hard to drown me in perfume
Don't cry your heart out
Don't tell your preacher
Don't get ideas, this won't last forever
Just want to touch you
Just want to feel you
Just want to taste you
I never wanted, I never wanted love before
I never wanted, I never wanted love before
Not that kind of love
Not that kind of love
No, it's not that kind of love
It's not that kind of love
No, it's not that kind of love
I don't want know your Dad or Mom
I won't be calling you to go to the prom
If you want to go, some cheap motel
You can pick me up at eight, I'll never tell
Don't cry your heart out
Don't tell your preacher
Don't get ideas, this won't last forever
Just want to touch you
Just want to feel you
Just want to taste you
I never wanted, I never wanted love before
I never wanted, I never wanted love before
Not that kind of love, not that kind of love
Not that kind of love, not that kind of love
No, no, not that kind of love
Not that kind of love, not that kind of love
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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The shard of glass in the London sky.
I'm standing by the John Keats statue,
Thinking if only he had eyes,
The sights he would have seen,
Since dark evolving times,
The crane it moves
so gently
forming shadows over walls,
they weep with discolour,
only moss upon the grooves.
the bell, O how it hollers
in a tired crackled voice,
like an old man with regret,
but the old man has no choice.
The clunks and sounds of crashes
as the Shard does rise,
gazing over London
absorbing all its life.
So when your next at London,
Remember these last lines,
The Shard it will be watching,
The shard has open eyes.
poem by Michael World
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So Chuck and I looked at that and we hacked on em for a while, and eventually we ripped the stuff out of em and put some of it into what was then called en, which was really ed with some em features.
Songs Sing 05/11/2009
I love my family, I love my kids, I love
seeing their faces and hearing their
voices and holding them
I love hubby and all his schemes and
his plans for improvement and the way
he forgives
I love my mother and her hare-brained
ideas, I love my father and his notes
and his songs
I love my sister and her belligerence, I
love my poet friend who creates dreams
fragile and sweet
I love my colleagues who work so valiantly
design new forms and always help me to
conquer my fears
I love my brother and his love for words,
I love it when he cracks his whip
so that terms
Line up for him, I love his dismissal of things
that cannot be known by the senses and
sibling understanding
Of the games that I play; I love that we share
genes so that he understands everything I say
when I am confused
I love this beautiful world of music and sounds,
symbols and ideas, I love the love that I feel
for everyone
And most of all, I love the love they give me
when they laugh at my ideas, I love
eyes that are happy
I love songs that sing in my ears….
poem by Margaret Alice
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Linux evolved in a completely different way. From nearly the beginning, it was rather casually hacked on by huge numbers of volunteers coordinating only through the Internet.
quote by Eric S. Raymond
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Sonnet 2000
My wits beclouded, being spammed by grief,
With hopes deleted, I no longer dreamed,
As sorrow hacked my joys, then fled like thief,
And made me browse for smiles, that you once beamed:
As loneliness encrypts, my heart would hang,
With deathly bits, my memory has stashed,
Farewell to files, to songs that I once sang,
For deep within, I felt my soul has crashed:
Might I reboot, to better times restore,
And once again, upload the life we shared,
When world freeze/frame, right after and before,
Thereby, between, our lasting love we bared:
.....Restart my life, reload the memories,
.....But edit out the cares for new entries.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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The Softness Inside
The softness wavers
that is deep inside.
It teeters and wobbles
it just wants to hide;
From moments like these
when hardness breaks,
when a shard slips through
and softness awakes.
And then hope's shard
with all its might,
could just forge through
and show me light.
(Itajai - 24 January,2010)
poem by Melanie Walendowsky Baker
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I forged myself out of a vacuum. I crawl along the highway on hacked off stumps year after year. Some wonder how and why. I never do.
quote by Henry Rollins
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Poet's Heart
A poem is like a wild rose
Your ideas bloom into something as it grows
Some your ideas flow clear and beautiful like a song
And sometimes those thoughts turn into sadness about things that go wrong
But the most important things to remember is where those ideas start.
And that is from a Poet's Heart
poem by Frank Pulver
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