A concert for the mushroom
A concert for the mushroom
Post modern
Pre mortal
Ab normal
Sur real
This is the whirl of time
This is the voice of smoke
This is the spiral of crime
This is the dead end choke
Sir, it’s real!
Madam, they kill!
Simulae posed
Post mortem masked
Modernly slaughtered
Pre meditated
Dust dedicated
Inter located
Exter okayted
Imp- exp- pumps
Imp- exp- pumps
Pumps the heart of earth
Sir, it’s real!
Madam, they kill!
Post
Split
Atomic
Human
Destr uctively
Anatomic
Conductors
Rage their war
Of sticks
Sir, it’s real!
Madam, they kill!
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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A Humble letter to the Queen
Honored Madam,
I take this opportunity to wish you a happy birth day as I saw in the BBC the celebrations,
Oh! What a lovely pageant.
My blessings, you may long-lived!
Sri Lanka is once a colony under your kingdom.
Thank God we got independence.
But Madam you left your precious friend in our tiny country
And his name is ' Divide & Rule' a real gentleman.
One day some innocents died of a bomb explosion
But your precious BBC showed only the empty bus.
I think some defect to their cameras?
This ethnic cleansing is a by-product of your factory 'The Imperialism'.
Never mind Madam we can forget the past as we are Sri Lankan.
But I humbly request a favor Madam,
if possible could you please minimize?
You're prominent BBC's (Prima Donna) partial yelp!
Thanking you in anticipation of a kind and a favorable reply.
I remain Madam,
Yours most obediently,
A scribbler,
Nimal Dunuhinga
I dedicate this poem to Miss or Mrs. Dumeetha.Luthra (BBC correspondent in Sri Lanka) for your prominent double standard.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Real Live Girl
Pardon me miss
But I've never done this
With a real live girl
What could be harmful
In holding an armful
Of a real live girl
Pardon me if you're affectionate squeeze
Fogs up my goggles and
Buckels my knees
I'm simply drown in the sight, and the sounds,
And the scent and the feel
Of a real live girl
Nothing can beat getting swept off your feet
By a real live girl
Dreams of you but don't compare with a hunk
Of a real live girl
Girl's were to girlish
Was once my belief
Whata reversal and what a relief
I'll take the flowering hat
And the towering hill
And the squeal of a real live girl
I've seen photographs and fax similies
That have set my heart off in a whirl
But I over look everyone in the book
For a real live girl
Take your vernecion or romanaprrection
Ideal live girl
Go be a hold out for Helen of Troy
I am a healthy American Boy
And I rather gape at the dear little shape of the stir
And the kill of a real live girl
Full time, occasional all operational girl
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Ring, rang, rung and ringing!
Alas! Former Sri Lankan President Mrs. Chandrika.Kumaratunge
Known as 'Madam' has been appointed as an adviser for South Asian Affairs for UNESCO.
What a pity?
There are really deep rooted intellectuals on our precious motherland
Who are still teaching under thatched remote schools?
Madam's well-to-do parents sent her to France for higher studies
And blunt the commoner's knowledge purposely.
The ridiculous thing is she has ungratefully deleted the motherland in the progress list before taking her responsible post.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Get Real
Oh pity us here we angels of lead
We're dead, we're sick hanging by thread
Get real
Get real
You can't stop meaningful teenage cries
From deep behind fifty year old eyes
Get real
Get real
CHORUS
I'm scared to touch
Too tense to be undone
I walk the streets
Not expecting morning sun
Against the voice of doom
Failures fall all over town
I guess I should, I feel I should
Get real
Get real
What's up?
What happened when I wasn't around?
Who did what?
What went down?
Get real
Get real
Think about myself it happens to me
It happens in the tunnel when I let myself feel
Get real
Get real
CHORUS
I feel it all through breakdowns falling all over town
I feel I should, I guess I should
Get real
Get real
Get real
Get real
The dazzle of light
The rape of life
The seed, the curse
The jazz of life
Get real
Get real
Get real
Get real
song performed by by David Bowie
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Real Love
All my little plans and schemes
Lost like some forgotten dream
Seems that all I really was doing
Was waiting for you
Just like little girls and boys
Playing with their little toys
Seems like all we really were doing
Was waiting for love
Only to be alone
Only to be alone
Its real love, its real, yes its real love, its real
From this moment on I know
Exactly where my life will go
Seems that all I really was doing
Was waiting for love
Only to be afraid
Only to be afraid
Its real love, its real, yes its real love, its real
Though Ive been in love before
But in my heart I wanted more
Seems like all I really was doing
Was waiting for you
Only to be alone
Only to be alone
Its real love, its real, its real love, its real
Yes its real love, its real, its real love, its real,
Yes its real love, its real, its real love, its real,
Yes its real love, its real, its real love, its real,
Yes its real love, its real
song performed by by Lennon John
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Post-Modern Poetry
The post-modern poem is the poet's surprise-
It has no agenda but its own interpretation-
It reads the ‘expressive I' as an infinite longing of the soul
To know and be known-
It writes out of many different places
But finds it difficult to call one its home-
It has many names and voices
But none speaks with an authoritative rhythm -
It is only its own alone home
And so I writing it know
It will not be found in me by those who write it as their own-
Chaos, perhaps, is its signature,
And loss of all the ancient rhythms and forms-
It wants to wander where it will as it does -
But I, I thinking back to what we were
And remembering years of reading others
Know too its voices are many even within the single self-
There is no ‘modern' anymore and no ‘post- modern' either
In the age where everything is accessible
And all is easily found and communicated
The single soul's signature cannot mean a name is real -
Only where all effort is and fails
Only where nobody really is
Only where many write and no one can really read
Perhaps beyond this
Beyond post- modern poetry
This poem too will teach Poetry how to live.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Real Men...
real men...
dont threaten.
real men dont lie.
real men dont take
at the expense of others.
real men dont quit.
real men dont make excuses.
real men dont follow blindly.
real men dont abuse women.
real men are good fathers.
real men live by respect.
real men dont seek violence,
but dont back down.
real men get involved.
real men face their fears,
and their failures.
real men own their mistakes.
real men dont judge.
real men pray with the same hands
they wipe their buts with,
and know it!
real men forgive.
real men love at all costs.
real men stand for what they believe...
what the world needs now
is real men... (and women) !
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Keep It On The Real
No no,
Tell me, tell me.
Keep it on the real,
(the real, the real, the real, the real, the real, the real, the real).
Verse one (kandi):
Trust is something that we cant live without,
Honesty must be there, aint got no room for no doubt.
Reality cant waste no more of our precious time,
Trying to escape the pressures of our mind.
Chorus:
I dont ask for much, no no,
Baby if you want me you gotta tell me something, yeah.
All I want from you is just to keep it comin,
Keep it on the real.
(the real, the real, the real, the real, the real, the real, the real)
Verse two (kandi):
Faithfully Ill give my loving to you,
Soulfully our spirits will make it through.
Respect me baby and Ill respect you,
What more can two lovers do?
Repeat chorus to fade
song performed by by Xscape
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Keep It On The Real
No no,
Tell me, tell me.
Keep it on the real,
(the real, the real, the real, the real, the real, the real, the real).
Verse one (kandi):
Trust is something that we cant live without,
Honesty must be there, aint got no room for no doubt.
Reality cant waste no more of our precious time,
Trying to escape the pressures of our mind.
Chorus:
I dont ask for much, no no,
Baby if you want me you gotta tell me something, yeah.
All I want from you is just to keep it comin,
Keep it on the real.
(the real, the real, the real, the real, the real, the real, the real)
Verse two (kandi):
Faithfully Ill give my loving to you,
Soulfully our spirits will make it through.
Respect me baby and Ill respect you,
What more can two lovers do?
Repeat chorus to fade
song performed by by Xscape
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Real At The Time
Words and music by bob seger
I still remember how I fell for you
There wasnt one thing I would not do
I still recall the love in your eyes
Blue like the sky on a clear sunrise
And it was real at the time
Real at the time
I was yours you were mine
It was real at the time
You were a lioness tall and lean
You were the best thing Id ever seen
I heard a loneliness in your voice
I charged ahead I had no choice
Cause it felt real at the time
Real at the time
Like a mountain you climb
It felt real at the time
And babe you meant so much to me
I never will forget your face
I never will forget those nights
Those nights
Those nights
Lost in the pettiness and the fights
Lost in the battle for bragging rights
We were a couple of kindred souls
Fighting for childish things like control
But it was real at the time
Real at the time
Like the scene of a crime
It was real at the time
It was real at the time
I was yours you were mine
We got way out of line
But it was real at the time
song performed by by Bob Seger
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Are You Real?
No ones alive
You could almost be me
What do you mean
Oh, nothing, nothing at all
Room 8 top floor
Ive seen this man before
Are you real?
Is it me, is it you
Cold metal voice
Of no ones friend it could be mine
My reflection
Is no longer me at all
Am I a fake
Of the man and are you of me
Are you real?
Is it me, is it you
Relax in a backroom
Oh me oh my oh wouldnt you
I know your face
Your connection is broken, boy
Nothing is new
Remember? Ive got no time
Are you real?
Is it me, is it you
Real?
Real?
Real?
song performed by by Gary Numan
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The Truth will kill you (comment any suggestions please! !)
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The scars in my soul all seem too real.
The wound is jus too deep to heal.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
Ignorance is only bliss
Left in this dark, cold abyss.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The pain is too much to bare.
So deeply I long to not care.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
poem by Nikki Chauhan
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Miss Otis Regrets
(cole porter)
Miss otis regrets
She's unable to lunch today.
Madam...
Miss otis regrets
She's unable to lunch today.
She is sorry to be delayed,
But last evening down at lover's lane, she strayed.
Madam...
Miss otis regrets
She's unable to lunch today.
~interlude~
When she woke from her dream
And found that her love had gone,
Madam...
She ran to the man
Who had led her so far astray.
And from under her velvet gown,
She drew a gun and shot her lover down.
Madam...
Miss otis regrets
She's unable to lunch today.
Then the mob came and got her
And dragged her from the jail.
Madam...
They strung her upon
A willow across the way.
And the moment before she died,
She lifted up her lovely head and cried.
Madam...
Miss otis regrets
She's unable to lunch today.
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Do Not Post Your Poem Here
Do not post your poem here
Unless you've something worth a say!
You must not waste a space like this,
For space can waste away!
Do not post your poem here
With words which make no sense!
Be careful when you post it here
That you use the proper tense!
Do not post your poem here
Just to fill a space with words!
A poem should be well thought out,
Was it meant to be absurd?
Do not post your poem here
If in cliches you would write.
A poem should be fresh, yes sharp -
You'll know when it's just right!
Do not post your poem here
Just to see yourself in print.
You're wasting others time you know
With such, self centred stints!
I wil not post my poem here,
This one does not exist,
But did I tell you at the start
That I'm a nihilist?
poem by Joe Hughes
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Madam's Past History
My name is Johnson--
Madam Alberta K.
The Madam stands for business.
I'm smart that way.
I had a
HAIR-DRESSING PARLOR
Before
The depression put
The prices lower.
Then I had a
BARBECUE STAND
Till I got mixed up
With a no-good man.
Cause I had a insurance
The WPA
Said, We can't use you
Wealthy that way.
I said,
DON'T WORRY 'BOUT ME!
Just like the song,
You WPA folks take care of yourself--
And I'll get along.
I do cooking,
Day's work, too!
Alberta K. Johnson--
Madam to you.
poem by Langston Hughes
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Miss Otis Regrets
Miss otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today, madam,
Miss otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today.
She is sorry to be delayed,
But last evening down in lover's lane she strayed, madam,
Miss otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today.
When she woke up and found that her dream of love was gone, madam,
She ran to the man who had led her so far astray,
And from under her velvet gown,
She drew a gun and shot her love down, madam,
Miss otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today.
When the mob came and got her and dragged her from the jail, madam,
They strung her upon the old willow across the way,
And the moment before she died,
She lifted up her lovely head and cried, madam......
Miss otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today.
Miss otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Only A Fool, Would Say 'No', To Real Love...
Unselfish Love … Is Real Love
Real Love, Is Self-Sacrifice and Sacred Love … (1 Cor.13: 4-13)
And Supportive Love and Worthy-Symbolic Love
Inspired and Sure and Simple and … Sizeless Love
… and Only A Fool, Would Not Wear, Real Love
Real Love … Is Really True Love
And Those Who Do Love
Will Love’ YOU’, Love
Even, If Many Or Just A Few, To Love
… but Only A Fool, Would Say No, To Real Love
Devoted Love … Is Also Real Love
And Real Love, Is Dedicated To It – Love
And More Than Just A Duty, Love
It’s A Higher-Ideal and Diplomatic Love
… and Only A Fool, Would Not Desire, Real Love
Only Real Love, Is Between: Two-As-One Love
For Real Love, Seals The Bond, ‘Til It’s Done, Love
Real Love, Is As Strong As Death Is, Love … (Canticles 8: 6)
Only Real Lovers, Know and Understand This Power of Love
… but A Fool, Will Never Fathom, This Kind Of Love
Real Love … In Case Of Emergency, Breaks The Glass
Real Love … Can Erase, Or Soothe Pain In Past
Real Love … Conquers ‘All’, In Its Path!
Real Love … Will Forever and Everlast …
… really, Only A Fool, Would Say No, To Real Love
Real Love … Is Inimitable and Intense Love
It Is Forgiving … and No Pretense-Love
It Rises, Like Sparkling, Perfumed Incense or Mist-Love
To Love Like This, Makes Good Sense, Love
… for, Only A Fool, Would Say No, To Real Love
Real Love’s Beauty … Is As Big, As The Sky Above
Real Love’s Chorus, Is As Glorious, As Poets Speak Of
If It’s Loyal and Always … Then, It’s Real Love
And If You Find The Lord Of Light, You’ve Found The Lord Of Love
See, Real Love … Is Perfectly Supreme, For GOD Is Love …
… (and Only A Fool) Would Say No … To Real Love …
Written & ©: 3/20/10
By: The MoonBee
poem by MoonBee Canady
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Kill Your Sons
All your two-bit psychiatrists
Are giving you electroshock
They said, theyd let you live at home with mom and dad
Instead of mental hospitals
But every time you tried to read a book
You couldnt get to page 17
cause you forgot where you were
So you couldnt even read
Dont you know theyre gonna kill your sons
Dont you know gonna kill, kill your sons
Theyre gonna kill, kill your sons
Until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run away
Mom informed me on the phone
She didnt know what to do about dad
Took an axe and broke the table
Arent you glad youre married
And sister, she got married on the island
And her husband takes the train
Hes big and hes fat
And he doesnt even have a brain
Theyre gonna kill your sons
Dont you know theyre gonna kill, kill your sons
Dont you know theyre gonna kill, kill your sons
Until they run away
Creedmore treated me very good
But paine whitney was even better
And when I flipped out on phc
I was so sad, I didnt even get a letter
All of the drugs, that we took
It really was lots of fun
But when they shoot you up with thorizene on crystal smoke
You choke like a son of a gun
Dont you know theyre gonna kill your sons
Dont you know theyre gonna kill, kill your sons
Dont you know theyre gonna kill, kill your sons
Until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run away
song performed by by Lou Reed
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These Wooden Ideas
Its a better way to feel
Dont be real, be post modern
(Its not that one dimensional, its not the only thought)
Its a better way to feel
When youre not real, youre post modern
(Its not that one dimensional, its not the only thought)
I stopped and waited for progress
I stopped and waited for progress
I stopped and waited
But Im not willing to accept it all
This wooden idea is your method of repetition
This wooden idea is how you sell reduction x 2
Its the best way to feel
Dont be real, its post modern
(Its not that one dimensional, its not the only thought)
Its a better way to feel
When youre not real, youre post modern
(Its not that one dimensional, its not the only thought)
You cant keep waiting for progress
You cant keep waiting for progress
You cant keep waiting
And Im not willing to accept it all
This wooden idea is your method of repetition
This wooden idea is how you sell reduction
I bet you dont know how to spell contradiction
I bet you dont know how to sell conviction
I bet you dont know how to spell contradiction
I bet you dont know how to sell conviction
This wooden idea is your method of repetition
This wooden idea is how you sell reduction
song performed by by Idlewild
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Real Real Gone
I'm real real gone
I got hit by a bow and arrow
You got me down to the very marrow
You're a friend of mine
And i'm real real gone
On the radio
Music coming and i hear
Sam cooke's voice
Well i know i don't have any choice
That's the way it is
And i'm real, real real gone, man
I can't stand up by myself
Don't you know, baby, i need your help
You're a friend of mine
And i'm real real gone, alright
Well, i'm dancing
Dancing till my, till my body's soaking wet
Till i'm completely wet with sweat
Once i've started i'm just real real gone, man
I got hit by a bow and arrow
Got me down to the very marrow
You're a friend of mine, and i'm
Real gone, man
Well the music's playing
On the radio
And the night is filled with space
When my fingertips touch your face
You're a friend of mine
And i'm, i'm real real gone
Help me stand up
Help me stand up
All by myself
You're a friend of mine
And i'm real, i'm real real gone
Real gone
I got hit by a bow and arrow
(fade to end)
song performed by by Van Morrison
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