Can You/Mozes li
Can you place a smile
within a framework of the universe
or is it the only way to cry against it?
Mozes li smjestiti osmjeha
u obrazac svemira
ili se samo tako place protiv njega?
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Mogoce Me Ni
Nisem se uc'il metat na zobe da bi mogu drz'at v glavi tolko brezveznih
informacij
in tako lepo oblec'en se poc'utim kot pes v najlon vrec'ki s kanglico na
glavi
Nisem se uc'il exat enga litra vina da bi mogu zaklepat z'epe vsakih 5
minut
mislit na denar bolj kot na lastno veselje in gledat face zdolgoc'asenih
kurb
Zakaj bi vsaka budala mogla vedet kdo sem kaj si mislim in kaj delam tu
mogoc'e sem nor mogoc'e samo utrujen mogoc'e nevaren mogoc'e me niti ni
in to kar vidis' se ti samo zdi mogoc'e me ni in to kar vidis' se ti
samo
zdi mogoc'e me ni ...
Jaz sem s'e bolj neobstojen od molekule ozona in c'e spijem eno pivo paf
se spremenim v kaviar
vedno imam pri sebi lasuljo od fantoma tarzanov dez'nik in majhno opico
ki pazi na denar
nisem se uc'il metat na zobe da bi mogu drz'at v glavi tolko brezveznih
informacij
in tako lepo oblec'en se poc'utim kot pes v najlon vrec'ki s kanglico na
glavi
Zakaj bi vsaka budala mogla vedet kdo sem kaj si mislim in kaj delam tu
mogoc'e sem nor mogoc'e samo utrujen mogoc'e nevaren mogoc'e me niti ni
in to kar vidis' se ti samo zdi mogoc'e me ni in to kar vidis' se ti
samo
zdi mogoc'e me ni
song performed by by Zmelkoow
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Definition of happiness
ITS A place we have all been to:
a place were difficulties are forgotten
were only joyful events are certain
its a place you cant go to everyday
when you get there not long enough you can stay
a place safe and secure
a shield that deflects any bad thing that could accrue
a place were poise and pride are not neglected
a place were negative thoughts, ideas are not selected
a place far away from here
a place that does not recognize fear
a place that needs along time to get to
yet you arrive and forget any negative thing you have been through
a place that effects so deep
a place were you cant fall asleep
a place that does not exist
yet we have all been there I still insist
a place that’s not defined as a dream or a fantasy
a place that is only called happiness and ecstasy
Yet it is the most beautiful place
where sound of laughter and shape of smile race
on ones face like it would be in grace
poem by Ayesha Sartawi
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Pythia the Stunt/Pitija kaskaderka
she liked paranormal activities
and saw symbolic connections between
apparently unconnected things
thus a pebble accidentally kicked
by her middle class boots
got endless measures in cosmic dimensions
of issues de-accidentalized
she liked mysteries
she heard the deaths whispered
into her ears only
of close relatives and distant people
she saw
colours dropped into her dreams only
of sleepy impressionists
and silent expressionists
post mortem hanging in reproductions
oh one of so many one of so many
in her pastoral home
she suffered from modesty pretend
and swam her butterfly style
in the swimming pool of her ego
perfectly aware of the fact
that not even those who serve God
far more diligently that she did
were not addressed by an angel voice
(but how could she have been guilty of that)
as the voice called her and only her
and only those similar to her
ready to applaud the great gift
only if their own was recognized
thinking she was a genius if she understood a genius
still I think she knew a lot
she knew so to say everything
especially since the day when
due to the pebble-deep voice-great gift
she became a real psychic …and got mad
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pitija kaskaderka
je voljela paranormalne aktivnosti
i vidjela simbolič ne veze izmeđ u
naizgled nepovezanih stvari
tako kamenč ić sluč ajno šutnit
njenim srednjeklasnim č izmama
dobijaše nesagledive razmjere u kosmič kim dimenzijama
odsluč ajenih stvari
ona je voljela misterije
č ula
samo njoj došapnute smrti
bliskih rođ aka i dalekih ljudi
vidjela
samo u njene snove ubač ene boje
usnulih impresionista
utihlih ekspresionista
posmrtno obješenih u reprodukijama
(jednimod tako mnogo jednim od tako mnogo)
njenog pastoralnog doma
ona je patila od lažne skromnosti
savršeno svjesna da se ni onima
što Bogu služiše predanije od nje
nije javio anđ eoski glas
(pa kako je za tako nešto mogla biti kriva)
tek njoj samo njoj
i onima slič nim njoj
što spremni su da tapšu velikoj nadarenosti
samo ako im se prizna sopstvena
kao da si genije ako shvatiš genija
...je mnogo znala
znala takoreć i sve
pogotovo od onog dana kada je
igrom kamenč ić a-dubinskog glasa-velike obdarenosti
postala stvarno vidovita i...poludjela
©Miroslava Odalović
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Silent Universe Born
After the weird big bang
Our universe born, the expansion,
The vision of the silent universe,
Mother Earth blue cooled for
A place for us, life for us.
How come in this trillion
Star arena a place for us?
From heaven the customary hint,
Lady truth speaks from the cosmos,
As the almighty provides the sunshine
With the moon reflecting gentle light.
God’s gift of Life is born, we must never fail
To thank the Lord for this place for us,
To look after the blue Mother Earth
For there is no other place for us.
poem by Ken e Hall
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I Smile
I smile to cover the pain
I smile to hide my misery
But I'm tired of life and I wanna die
I want to escape from this hell Im living in
Will someone please take all the pain away
Take me to a place where I can be set free
Never again to know this agony
Never again to know the shit he puts me through
Take me to a place where I can be myself
Take me to a place of love & peace
Take me to a place where I can fly
There is only one problem
He lives off my pain, agony, and misery
He smiles at the site of my pain
But I just smile so no one can see the shit he puts me through
When I smile I turn into a different person
When I smile I lose another piece of my being
Every time I smile I hope someone sees through me
Sees through this fake skin and saves me before I die
poem by Brandi Young
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Smile
Ill smile for you
Just because you'll smile for me too
They say that there is a gift to a smile
But it seems that I'm not going to smile again for a while
I'm going away to a far off place
They say I'll need my space
But I'm worried that I'll lose my way
Because of the games they play
I'm all one for games, they help keep people near
But it seems the place I'm going is one of my fears
It's not a prison of any kind
That's what they say but it plays on my mind
If it's not a cage then why the locks and bars
Where are the windows, the gardens, the stars?
It's white and clean, they say it helps but I disagree
How am I meant to smile if I can't just be me?
So I ask you this one favour only a small request
Will you come and play my games after I rest
If I'm left alone in this place I might go insane
I might lose my smile if there's only the pain and the rain
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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Same Place, Same Time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
The coffee’s hot
And the company is good
Conversation flows, as it should
A joke or two
And when all is said and done
We’re right back to where we begun
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
These crowded streets
I balance tight roped on the curb
Car screeches past, a scream is heard
De ja vu
Yes I’ve been here before
Time moves slowly as traffic stalls
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Break
It was good
You were sublime
I’m so glad that we spent the time
Time is short
What we have is rare
Love is oxygen with you there
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Copyright 2006 (updated 2010)
poem by Colin Coplin
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Sexy Rdece Oci
Ostanem hladen c'e mi ukradejo kitaro
c'e me vlec'ejo na kaks'no zafixano zabavo
c'e mi vrtajo v koleno z najbolj grozno napravo
ampak ko vidim tebe postanem mrzel
Ostanem miren c'e mi grozijo s pis'tolo
c'e mi raztres'c'ijo lobanjo z macolo
ostanem miren c'e me utopijo v beton
ampak ko vidim tebe postanem mrzel
Ona ima tako sexy rdec'e oc'i ...
C'e ne bi bil tako cool bi jo raztrgal
c'e ne bi bil tako cool bi jo
song performed by by Zmelkoow
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In(t) act/In(t) aktan
2 D modelled
Intro instrumental
No rage no against
Just machine
The world stays in(t) act
In a 2D wired bird
The world stays (un) real(ized)
In a 2 D wired guitar
Who's playing
2D modelovan
Intro instrumental
Nema bijesa nema protiv
Samo mašina
Svijet ostaje in(t) aktan
U 2D ožičenoj ptici
Svijet ostaje (ne) (o) stvar(en)
U 2D ožičenoj gitari
Ko svira
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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A Being
a being sentenced to be a measure of the universe
is a marginal artist always at the edge
of a 'neath beyond abyss
biće osuđeno da bude mjera svemira
je marginalni unjetnik uvijek na ivici
pod nad zemnog ponora
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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A marginal artist-Marginalni umjetnik
a being sentences to be a measure of a universe
is a marginal artist always on the edge
of a 'neath-beyond-abyss
bice osudjeno da bude mjera svemira
je marginalni umjetnik uvijek na ivici
pod-nad-zemnog ponora
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Place
There is a place
In my heart that still dances
A place in my soul that sings
- And sings, and dances and dances -
A place so deep, so set
A place that even the mundane drudgery
The routine day-to-day
Can not kill
A place so close, so distant
A place that was, and is yet to come
A place where belief originates and lives
The birth place of
The most human humanity
The most divine divinity
A place where
Majesty, mystery and magic still speak
A place of all origins.
Some will not hear it any longer.
But, I still listen...
Waiting... hoping... trusting...believing...
The Place... is real.
It's way out there - it's everywhere...
It is ever within.
This Place... is my place.
It has called to me by name
Since the day of birth,
It's name is simple and profound;
I call him
Jesus.
He calls me
'My child.'
It's to him we go.
It's for us he came.
He is where I belong.
I am always on the Way
To the Place
Where he is.
The Place... home.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Can You Hear The Music / Cujes Li Muziku
Can you hear the music in a handful of the ground
There’s an endless circle growing out of spheres
My light will step inside
Your light will step inside
And we’ll be the children of the language
Love pronounced at the break of dawn
Cujes li muziku u grumenu zemlje
Iz sfera nice beskrajan krug
U njega uci ce svjetlost moja
U njega uci ce svjetlost tvoja
I bicemo svi ceda jezika
Zorom ozgovorena ljubav
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Home, Sweet Home
Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;
A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,
Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain;
Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again!
The birds singing gayly, that come at my call --
Give me them -- and the peace of mind, dearer than all!
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild,
And feel that my mother now thinks of her child,
As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door
Thro' the woodbine, whose fragrance shall cheer me no more.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
How sweet 'tis to sit 'neath a fond father's smile,
And the caress of a mother to soothe and beguile!
Let others delight mid new pleasures to roam,
But give me, oh, give me, the pleasures of home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
To thee I'll return, overburdened with care;
The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there;
No more from that cottage again will I roam;
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet, home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
poem by John Howard Payne
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No More Than A smile
This world can be a brighter place
There can be built some nicer place
Only if the magic of laugh and smile
Are played for us in trouble's and trials
For smile is a balm that is ever healing
So smile when someone hurts your feelings
And remember dear if you want to survive
And live happily in this world's drive
Then no more than a fainly smile
Will carry your load for a while
And will free you from all distress and pain
Just like sunshine after rain.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Place Where Light Is
In these cold rainy nights,
In these streets, in these dreams
I'll walk in my solitude
To a place where light is.
Do not ask who I am,
Do not ask where I go-
I've lost all direction,
Yet I always knew this-
I'll find my way back
To a place where light is.
No, it can't be that far-
I've walked many miles,
I've seen it in a smile
Of a girl like a breeze-
I'll find my way back
To a place where light is.
I've been walking in darkness
Of frozen minds,
I saw hearts that were numb
And eyes that were blind,
I saw tears and pain,
War and disease,
But I just kept on walking
To a place where light is.
Yes, I know it's near,
By those mulberry trees
And those valleys of daffodils,
Where the hummingbirds sing,
Where my love rests in waiting
With a smile like a breeze-
Yes, I'll find my way back
To a place where light is.
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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It's Not My Place
my mom and dad are always fighting and it's
Getting very un-exciting to get a good job
You need the proper schooling now who the
Hell do ya think you're fooling
But it's not my place oh-no no it's not my
Place no no no it's my-not my-not my place
In the 9 to 5 world and it's not my place
In the 9 to 5 world
And it's not my place with 9 to 5 girl
It's not my place in the 9 to 5 world
Hangin' out with lester bangs you all and
Phil spector really has it all uncle floyd
Shows on the t.v. jack nicholson, clint eastwood, 10cc
But it's not my place but it's not my place
Don't wanna be a working stiff lose my identify
'cause when it comes to working 9 to 5 there
Ain't no place for me ain't my reality, to me
Vin scelsa's on the radio ramones are hangin'
Out in kokomo roger corman's on a talk show
With allan arkush and stephen king you know
But it's not my place but it's not my place
song performed by by Ramones
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High achievement always takes place in the framework of high expectation.
quote by Charles Kettering
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Lee Emmett
The World she light up with her happy smile
And there's a cheerful warmth in her hello
She takes with her the gift of happiness
And spread it around everywhere she go.
Lee Emmett should be named the queen of smile
She has about her such a happy way
I've yet to see her sour faced and withdrawn
Her smile light up the very dullest day.
Perhaps she too has worries like us all
But to smile to her seems to come naturally
This World for her seems much a brighter place
And only cheerfulness in her I see.
What has Lee Emmett got that most don't have
For one that marvellous smile that she possess
She has a natural sweetness in her smile
That only could be born of naturalness.
Lee Emmett should be named the queen of smile
For there is none so good to smile as she
And the World would be a brighter happier place
If everyone could smile so easily.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A Little Life/Jedan Mali Zivot
a little life I write
under the fingertips
sharpening the rulers
opening the compasses
to draw on my own brow
universe geometry
jedan mali život
koji pod jagodicama ispisujem
oštrim lenjire
otvaram šestare
i na sopstvenom čelu ispisujem
geometriju svemira
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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