One's Soft Silver String!
The well is full
but it not overflows
a draining mechanism
Keeps it Leveled
the seed of the desert
stored inside the chest
sleep, does not germinate
but is ready to sprout
Awaits the the well leak!
lost love, bad memories
their defenses, pain
perfectly filed and labeled
with all sorts of excuses
The desert awaits for ruling
The body sick the killer mind
the lack of love for inhumanity
false kisses, false words
so kindly treasured by impunity
Await the excuses ending
Oh! So many waits and
i need a flood of water
One seed to sprout
before someone touch one's soft silver string
poem by Mirna Morgan
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Excuses
Yo, whats up, this is Ginuwine
And I wanna tell you
It aint no time for excuses with your woman
You be right or you be out, ya heard
Do it right, check this is out
This is my story
Theres a time that comes in a mans life
When is real, want it all, when his mind is right
It could come at any time, morning, noon or night
You would know at the time, nothing more to fight
He might not, and I know cause Ive done the same
You know Im right there with you, dog, but she wont
play the game
She will be done packed your bags, sit em all there
right outside your door
Cause shes tired of the lyin s*** and she aint
takin no more, oh, no she aint
Excuses (Everybody has one)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them no more, oh)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no), excuses {She dont}
Excuses (She aint got time for them)
Excuses (So dont fill her mind with them, no)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no), excuses {She dont}
Take her out, hold her hand, let her know youll die
for her
Cause thats your lady, yes, thats your baby
Shes a seed, feed her well, watch her blossom out
And only the real players out there can dig what Im
talkin bout
Be that man, be that one, do the things she loves
Pay attention, should I mention how it all was once
You broke your neck just to get her, dont you pull
back now
Cause sooner or later shell be gone, what youre
askin now
Excuses (Everybody has one)
Excuses (But she dont wanna hear them no more, oh, no
she dont)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (Oh...), excuses {She dont}
Excuses (Yeah, she)
Excuses (Dont fill her mind)
Excuses (She said take that s*** else, oh, yes, she
did)
Excuses, excuses (Listen) {She dont}
Dont fake nor front, tell her now
Make your choice right now
Tell her where you stand
Youre no boy or little kid, youre grown
Standin big, young man
Think what brought that in, ooh
All that s*** youre talkin bout like you aint
heard the phone
Shes up on it, dog, shes up on it, dog
And all that fake s*** like your beeper was off
Shes up on it, dog, shes up on it, dog (Ooh...)
Excuses (Everybody gots one)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses, excuses {She dont} (She dont)
Excuses (She aint got time for them)
Excuses (So dont fill her mind with them)
Excuses (Huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses (No, no, no), excuses {She dont} (She dont
wanna)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no excuses)
Excuses (Ooh, she dont wanna)
Excuses (Come on)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them), excuses {She
dont}
Excuses (She aint got time, huh, she dont feel them)
Excuses (Ooh, ooh, she dont deserve)
Excuses (No, huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses, excuses (She dont wanna) {She dont}
Excuses
song performed by by Ginuwine
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You, My Love Are The One
You, my love are the one
whom I had dreamt about
for many years while shedding many tears
that in my awakening was always gone,
but now you know me inside out.
You are a warm welcoming for a wanderer
who had roamed the deserted desert
and in the acrid wastes
suddenly I came upon
an oasis with water and trees
and some greenery
where with humility and openness
like in the first primal deed
you with sincerity loved me,
creating a little Eden of our own
a place where all worries are gone
and every little seed,
every word and deed
sprout out in abundance
to flower and bare fruit.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Prosperous Immigrants..
never heard of giggling water,
never touch the tingling soil,
never breathe the whistling air,
hide between the rocks many decade.
well preserved, well nourished,
well protected, well kept,
I have life in me. I am a seed.
Waiting silently to sprout up.
An ambitious guy uses a spade,
I am released from the dark,
None can stop a life from growing,
I sprout up victoriously.
Hidden talents have to be identified,
When Ample opportunities are available,
Those who do not make use of it, may suffer,
but the life with real life in it, will prosper.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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A Black Box, A Key And The Stinking Guest.
do you know how to live
inside
a black box?
tell me. Are you the
seed inside that black box,
you sprout?
and look for an
opening of light?
Helios, you love Helios.
Do you know
this God named Helios?
you are not
a bug, you do not move
like a cockroach
you stink a bit
and you are here beside me
i live inside this black box
for years
i am not a seed,
neither a tweed,
there is no need for you to know
it will not be significant
and i am not stinking like you
you wonder what is this
all about asking you
if you too live in here?
or who you are and why are you
here
inside this tinder black box
it is dark here and we are
talking, you can hear me
and smell me but
you shall not feel me
i am not alive.
i am the key.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Observe
Observe closely
Every atom has
The power
Of creation.
Inside a seed
Is a sprout
And a crop
To reap.
Hidden in
Each seed
Is food
For all mankind.
A small
Sewing needle
Represents progress
Of civilization.
Structure
Reaching the sky
Has its foundation
In the ground.
Every ray
Of light is
A magical picture
Of seven colors.
Pain And suffering
Are sources
That lead to
Building experience.
Everywhere
You look
There's a wonder
And a surprise.
poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
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Duggal
I planted the seed in you and,
You failed to water it;
So, how can you hear the cry in me?
I planted the seed in your garden and,
You failed to water it;
So, how can you know the pain in me?
My life through the thickest fog,
And i am now around with the ruling elite;
For my DNA and my RNA are in you.
Bedroom blues,
And of the love that goes around your valley;
For you will see me agin when the right time comes.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Lonely Reminder...
because i am a seed
i sprout
i make the bud
and then
i flower facing the
sun
i grow and
i reach the apex
of time and i
know what follows
next is
the wilting of
my flowers
the rotting of
my roots
until i am gone
i know
i shall be back again
into nothing
the seed in me comes
again
i know
i know.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Dream Of Evolution....
shall a seed be
a seed forever?
do you not dream
someday that it shall
be planted
so that it can sprout
and grow
and then finally see
its flower
and fruit?
must the flower and fruit
be just the same
like the rest of the histories of
the other seeds
of their own form and kind?
must i hope
for an evolution
a seed turning
into a bee
a bee into
a butterfly into wind
into star?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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She waits for you across the river (8/20/11)
She waits for you across the river
In the soft untrammelled field
Beneath the warm sun
She waits to hold your head
as it rests upon her lap
To whisper the words remembered well
Sweet and smooth as promised grace
She waits for you across the river
Go to her now, call her name
She has made a place for you
beside her, with her, now is peace
Her hand reaches for yours, her lips call your name
Your battles are over, won or lost, it no longer matters
She awaits for you there, now is only love
Go to her, go to her and rest
Safe in the warmth of her love
Across the river
in the soft untrammelled field
Fake Excuses
False ideas!
Fake excuses;
Ruling your mind without the truth,
But one day you will know the truth! !
Because, the truth is always the truth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Bored Apple Seed............[Humor, i hope]
While sitting in our screen house I spit out one apple seed.
You'd think it would be grateful since from my mouth it had been freed.
But no, you ungrateful seed. Instead you turned and looked at me,
a frown upon your face, indeed!
You landed upon a white-painted floor plank, a few feet from the ground.
From there you saw trees and grass and bushes all around.
Perhaps you wished you had feet so you could find a spot, to sprout your stuff
instead of sitting idle, a seed without a pot.
[Or maybe you spied my bird feeders, stocked with sunflower and nyjer seed.
To them the titmice and chickadees, and goldfinches come to feed.
Could you possibly wish, if you could not sprout, to be eaten by a bird,
and vanish until the bird poops you out? ]
Where you landed it does not get wet, so you cannot reach the soil.
You look now so unhappy; I think your apple anger is about to boil.
I suppose the least I could do is give you a big kick, and knock
you off the flooring, onto fertile ground to grow into a stick.
[But I DIDN'T and now another week's gone by.]
I'm back, my little apple seed, and as I settle into my chair,
I notice a marked change in your appearance that last week wasn't there.
You no longer frown nor even look at me, sadness and anger are no longer shown,
but instead you're just a bored apple seed, like many other seeds I have known.
(Nov.2012)
poem by Bri Edwards
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In the spirit of Rumi - 77 - Fullness
When I arose from prayer this morning
and the dew had made the whole world new,
I was full of fullness;
full of observation as
an angel, as a bee; and yet
no need to observe anything,
save that which called to me;
full of rest, which rests behind
all the day’s activities;
full of alertness, as an eagle
glides on the warming morning air
and watches for what wills;
the mind as clear as morning sky
waiting for what will pass across it;
full of a goodness which awaits
to know what might be asked of it;
full of truth, which waits for a question
to be asked, the heart to move,
eager ears to listen;
full of a beauty beyond all words,
yet to be praised in words;
full of poetry, which awaits
to be spoken when the moment
calls for words.
When I arose from prayer this morning
the Lord’s mercy had made the whole world new.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Of human bondage
When my love and I mutually swear that we both are made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she is fickle; full of frauds and dry lies,
Making me wondering if she might think me some untutored youth,
Unlearnèd in the ways of the vast world's false cunning subtleties.
Thus lying to each other, I cannot tell if she thinks me young,
Although in her mind she knows my days are past their best,
Being an occasional adulterous myself, I credit her false-speaking tongue;
On both sides hypocrisy thrives and thus is simple truth suppressed.
But wherefore I can never say or guess when and if she is unjust?
Consuming fresh young flesh wherefore say not I that I am old?
The thrusting thought that love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love, loves not to have years told.
Therefore I do bed her, and she does bed me,
And in our faults by lies and by false evasive excuses we flattered be.
Beware when being seduced by sweet fresh younger nymph's kind
Love becomes a monster that plays havoc with your mind
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Words of Mine
My words are full of love for you
Never did I ever desire to hurt you with my words
No meaning my words hold, if they ended up hurting you
Only have desired to love you
It has only been you, whom I have loved so much
Sadly, words of mine are truly painful
Since, sorrow is a lot.
How can I tell you that my feelings are truthful for you?
Wish, I just wish that you knew the real meaning of my deep love for you
Every word of mine may appear false to you
However, how can my heart be false for you?
Heart of mine has always been crazy for you
Never did pray for anything else, but you
It is you whom I forever want to wake up in the morning with
My arms will hold you tightly, so that you can be mine
In love and with love, through my words, which desire to touch your soul
Why do you think that I hate you?
Trust me, I love you
Words of mine are full of love
Only love for you.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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i guess i am too vain
(handsome and naughty
to their tastes
sweet to their tongues
accommodating to
their mouths
caving in for some
pungent pleasures)
it is love that gets inside
my house
as i open the door and
let it in
too kind, i let love
undress my coyness
dinner is ready
served right above my
abdomen
down the most
wanted
and demanded part,
it is me now
moaning, the sun shining
inside my chest,
as soft fingers roll
like spiders,
i am patient to love
and those love-deprived
all giving to
their fantasies and adventures
i am love
conquered and yet
all over triumphant
to the sound
of the thousand
Arabian nights
love belly dancing
love water to the oasis
camel to the desert
Moon above
the sleepy sands.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Desert Plains
Full moon is rising
The sky is black
I need your call Im coming back
The road is straight cast
Winds in my eyes
The engine roars between my thighs
From desert plains I bring you love
From desert plains I bring you love
Wild mountain thunder
Echoes my quest
My body aches but Ill not rest
Quartz light to guide me
Till sunrise leads
My passion screams, my heart it bleeds
From desert plains I bring you love
From desert plains I bring you love
Then in the distance
I see you stand
On the horizon you raise your hand
In burning rubber
I end my quest
You fall into my arms at last
From desert plains I bring you love
From desert plains I bring you love
song performed by by Judas Priest
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This Journal Of Mine
I have written a book of memories,
It is stored inside my mind,
And recorded on its pages,
Are many stories all entwined.
Journeys through my childhood,
And on into my teenage years,
Then reaching full maturity,
Sampling a variety of careers.
It only takes a few seconds,
This journal of mine to access,
Encountering joy and sorrow,
Tears of pain and happiness.
Experiences and adventures,
Lots of hellos and goodbyes,
People all intermingled,
In my conscience, which personifies.
These memories are forever,
Full documents of all my days,
Filed away for my future reference,
Enabling entry by the use of replays.
I have written a book of memories,
Into which I just love to delve,
And wander back to times gone by.
Let me recall when I was twelve!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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The meadows.
The green velvety grass land,
Sway back and forth with band,
I am a seed with the woody gene,
Dispersed in various meadows of greens,
Alpine is so steep with pride and intelligence,
Even I sprout and can't hold the terrain,
Elevated people may have the wisdom,
Trees seldom find solace in such stardom.
Prairies are my next target,
Where I want to try my luck,
Caught with notorious angry wildfire,
Thirsty drought, no life tree can prosper.
When coastal meadows are full of salty sweats,
The desert meadows are hot tempered,
Wet meadows are full of river of tears,
Not compatible for me to grow and fruit.
Not suitable for me to have life and laughter.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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There will come a time when the seed will sprout.
I loved all the love away
I loved all the love away
Left with mine prodigal hand
Mine heart through my fingers play
To soft white sensual sand
In a desert of sheer famine
Bereft of love and love's sea
I scavenge the ground and examine
The desert of what's left of me
Nothing but white sand and shore
Where the moon tide's waves
move rippled sand of desert galore
to taunt and with will depraves
The love I need, but shows the love I had
Lost in the desert delusional I'm utterly mad…
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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