I do not know what the bird is thinking/Ja ne znam sta ptica mni
I do not know what a bird is thinking
Into the hints-I know the edges-a walk and a step
And a flight pushed away against the sky
A waterfall of ink pushed down into a word
I'm writing a cloud blue beyond the lead of a letter
Tense it stands a naked with a sign a hand of dark
Pushed further by the wind the thirst dies from air
It satiates itself and it hurts a raindrop
The truth of its flight is the truth of today
But the truth of today is not the same tomorrow
Ja ne znam šta jedna ptica mni
U slutnje-ivice poznam-gaz i korak
Spram neba rukom odgurnut let
Vodopad mastila srucenog u rijec
Pišem oblak plavo nad olovnim slovom
Sapet stoji golo znakom rukom tmine
Vjetrom guran dalje žedj vazduhom gine
Samu sebe toli kaplju kiše boli
Istina joj leta istina od danas
Al istina od danas nije ista sutra
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Let me be today (Nafaka)
Tomorrow I will die
There’s still some time to go
Let go of me today
There’s a sky I’ve got to kiss
Tomorrow I will cry
Today I’ve got to seize the day
It’ll slip away into oblivion
Today I’ve got to step out of the circle
It’s not my time to leave
To drag the soul out of the shells
I want to know everything
But this is not the day to ask
Let go of me today
I need to be one with everything
I’ll part some other day
Let go of me one more day
It’s not my time yet
I’ll die another one
NEKA ME DANAS
umrijecu sutra
ima jos vremena
Pustite me danas
moram da poljubim nebo
plakacu sutra
danas treba da uhvatim dan
skliznuce u zaborav
Danas moram da izadjem iz kruga
nije mi jos vrijeme da odem
da izvucem dusu iz skoljki
Hocu sve da znam
ali nije dan da pitam
Neka me danas
treba da se stopim
rastacu se nekog drugog dana
Pustite me jos danas
nije mi jos vrijeme
umrijecu neki drugi put
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Today I sing/ Danas pjevam
Today I sing unrest of a pontoon bridge
Beyond the water looking for a step and kiss
The hint of transfer a raft right across the sky
A ducat's ‘neath the tongue for midnight abyss
At the river bottom dug without my name
Today I sing a stone oh so deep it fell
I spread wings to the door silently like a crane
From my bottom flight a toll is in the bell
I'll be in your heart an echo strong and endless
On the bridge your daughter made of sparkling dress
Danas pjevam nemir pontonskoga mosta
Nad vodom što traži svoj poljubac gaz
I slutnjom prelaska splavom preko neba
S dukatom pod jezikom za ponocni jaz
Na dnu rijeke kopane bez imena mog
Danas pjevam kamen što duboko tone
Širim krila vratima tiho kao ždral
Sa dna moga leta sva me zvona zvone
Bicu ti u srcu odjek jak bez kraja
Na sredini mosta tvoja kcer od sjaja
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The wagon
I pushed a wagon through a muddy road
I pushed and I pulled all for naught
The wagon did not move nor did it stir
Its rear wheels stack in the murky mire
I withdraw thinking...
This wagon did not want to see the truth
This is why it will never change course or move
A wagon is a wagon
It trots the roads or be dragged on
It lives its life and endures its truth
It is only me
From whom the truth may hide
This plain truth engraved on a rock
Yet boggles taunts and tantalize in a mock
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Truth is
Truth is often far from sight,
Truth is seldom without blight,
Truth is in the dark of night,
Truth is in the hand of right,
Truth is that most noble Knight,
Truth is that which drives their fight,
Truth is all that brings us light,
Truth is all that gives us flight.
poem by Arik Fletcher
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Budi od svijeta
Budi od svijeta
Grumen od sna
Pticom od leta
Okom bez dna
Pogled u nedogled
Satkanog neba
Nogom u nedostup
Korak od hljeba
Načinjen trag
Buđenja dodir blag
Budi od svijeta
Tkanicom halje
Od nebopleta
I zemljom dalje
Krilati cvijet
Što šušti listom
Jesenji pad
I dušom čistom
Plavog neba glad
Budi od svijeta
Što jede svijetom
Smrt soptvenog tijela
Budi od leta
Što budi letom
Zemljom zamrla vrela
Budi od spleta
Tkanog nebokretom
Duša što cijelo je srela
©Miroslava Odalović
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Gone/Nestao
gone for a single trace
a simple touch to reach an edge
gone for a single spell
a total truth sought within those eyes
the sages looked and could not bear
to take this weakness for the strong whole light
nestao za jedan trag
dodir prost da stigne do ruba
nestao za jedan izricaj
potpna istina trazena u onim ocima
mudraci su pogedali i nisu mogli podnijeti
da ovu slabost shvate kao snagu cjelovitog svjetla
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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poem by David Keig
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A Beat Of Sorrow That Thinks Of Beauty/Otkucaj Tuge Sto Ljepotu Mni
it takes a memory that runs over itself
to get to learn and endless southern rhythm
it takes a fire that burns itself down
to get to know an ocean wave
it takes tender enough strong enough fingers
to summerize anything into a touch
so that the heard amidst the things could recognise
a beat of sorrow that thinks of beauty
it takes much more and reaches much stronger
to ask for more to search and look
so as to eventually know
the one in the seed of wake planted
the being cut off from itself
into the cliffs of the world pushed forever
it takes a huge knowledge an endless one
of this world's drama
for just one beat of sorrow that thinks of beauty
otkucaj tuge što ljepotu mni
potrebno je sjećanje koje samo sebe gazi
da bi se spoznao beskrajni ritam juga
potrebna je vatra koja samu sebe spaljuje
da bi se spoznao okeanov talas
potrebni su dovoljno nježni i snažni prsti
da bi se išta saželo u dodir
da bi srce u srži svega moglo da prepozna
otkucaj tuge što ljepotu mni
potrebno je mnogo više mnogo snažnije
da se ište dalje da se traži
da bi se najzad saznalo
ono u sjemenu buđenja začeto
od sebe samog otkinuto biće
u urvine svijeta zauvijek bačeno
potrebno je jedno veliko beskrajno veliko
poznavanje drame ovog svijeta
za samo jedan otkucaj tuge što ljepotu mni
1990.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Sad But The Truth Is On
There are too many bold,
Sad but the truth is on.
And too may all-knowing for their teachers.
Sad but the truth is on.
And they say their teachers can't teach,
Or read, or write to them...
On their lowered levels.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Many never knew about a hug to touch.
Sad but the truth is on.
There's just too many needing loving.
Sad but the truth is on.
And they don't believe a lesson taught to them,
Reveals and begins to grow to show.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad about the truth!
The truth for so many has gone.
It's so sad to see it...
Nonexisting.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.
It's sad about the truth,
Today!
For so many that truth is gone.
It's so sad today...
That,
People sit back to watch it too!
Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.
Everybody's talking about a fairness.
But nothing there is fair.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
And,
Everything once fair there is gone.
'Cause nothing in the air is fair there!
Everybody's talking about a fairness.
But nothing there is fair.
And,
Everything once fair there is gone.
Because nothing in the air is fair,
There!
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Everything once fair there is gone.
Because nothing in the air is fair,
There!
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's a long and lonely,
Sentimental journey.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's a long and lonely,
Sentimental journey.
Sad but the truth is on.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(V - 2009) The Truth of the Truth
The Sages and Seers
That be and have been
Cannot have seen
The truth of the Truth!
What they see as Truth
Is Truth merely
It’s not really
The truth of the Truth!
The Ultimate Truth
Cannot be known
We aren’t that grown –
The truth of the Truth!
We’re part of the Truth
We’re trying to see
We’re yet so tiny –
The truth of the Truth!
Though hard and great
The pains we give
We cannot outlive
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to you once
Remains not the same
So changing the game –
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to a man
Is not Truth to all
That’s what we call
The truth of the Truth!
These thoughts as I pen
It’s Truth to me
It’s to me only
The truth of the Truth!
The Honest Truth
the truth is i love you
the truth is i always dream of you at night
the truth is i do my best to hide it from you
the truth is the future is blank without you
the truth is i am hurting
the truth is i am scared
i am scared how i pretend in front of everyone
the truth is a cannot tell anyone of this
the truth is i cannot even tell you
then it starts to hurt even more
the truth is i'm scared to tell you
the truth is you might be scared to break her heart
the truth is i'm scared you might love me too
the truth is i am not happy
the truth is i don't feel the love i want
the truth is i want to be loved by you only
the truth is you're too blind to see
the truth is you might not believe me if i told you
the truth is you might be scared of it
the truth is the emotional distance kills me
the truth is being close to you makes it worse
should i tell you this truth?
would you believe this truth?
the truth....the truth....the truth...
i'm the only one who knows the
and this truth hurts
because the truth is i love you
the truth is i love you
the truth is i still love you....
03 August 2010
poem by Neo Patricia Monamodi
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Truth Is..
Truth is..
Thunder in the night,
a firefly in flight.
Truth is..
In its purest form rare,
very seldom do they spare.
Truth is..
The light at end of tunnel
Shattering or very subtle
Truth is...
Clear as cloudless sky,
blue as ocean far and wide.
Truth is..
The calm before the storm,
not in any different form.
Truth is..
Opening our eyes,
is 99% surprise.
Truth is...
painful, devastating,
or uplifting levitating.
Truth is..
what we want to hear,
and most times is what we fear..
Dont understand they say the truth
is what will set you free,
but how will I escape
if they keep lying to me?
poem by Trystian AmedeeJones
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If I am pushed I will push back, that is the way I am. I am very British. We don't like to be pushed around. When the chips are down we might have to step into grey areas.
quote by Damon Hill
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Like He Was Love He Is/Kao On Sto Bio Je Ljubav Je On
Being after the breath as if after the light
A butterfly chased by its wing
From the edge of the end pushed away removed
Burnt down by candles a road to sorrow path
To the beggars and begs a gown sewed for the sky
He knew neither hands nor touches
Neither the words nor the colour of his crown
Died for the beauty in an earthly pain
In a grave and verse not to die again
Like he was love he is
A throne built for an endless possible
Like he was love he is
A throne built for an endless possible
Za dahom ko za svjetlom
Leptir krilom gonjen
S ivice kraja odgurnut sklonjen
Spržen u svijećama
Sumor stazi put
Prosjaku i vrećama
Sašiven nebu skut
Nije znao ruke ni dodire
Nije znao riječi ni boju krune
Za ljepotu ginuv zemljano ponire
Grobom i stihom da opet ne trune
Kao on što bio je
Ljubav je on
Beskraju mogućeg sazidan tron
Kao on što bio je
Ljubav je on
Beskraju mogućeg sazidan tron
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Truth!
Truth!
And the people gathered;
To listen to the truth and,
To know the source of it! !
But, who has the truth? !
Yes, the truth;
The Creator (Yahweh Almighty) Has the Truth,
And He gave it to His Son (Yahshua Messiah) !
But now, the truth is with us,
Because, Yahshua gave it to His Chosen Ones;
And today, the truth only comes from the one who represents Yahshua!
And, he is Elder Yisrayl Hawkins;
So, today, we do have the truth around us if only if we are ready to learn.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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CRY FOR YOU...by talile ali
CRY FOR YOU
EVERY DAY SEEMS TO BE
THE SAME OLD WAY
WAKE UP IN ANGER
MAKE IT GO TODAY
BITE THE ONES WHO LOVE YOU MOST
AS YOU BARK
FELT LIKE YOU KICKED THEM ALL
IN THE DARK
I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO
I KNOW I TRIED TALKING
BUT THE TRUTH IS
THIS IS YOU
SO THIS DAY
I'LL TRY WALKING
WON'T BE LOVED
BE PUSHED AWAY
BEEN DOING IT SO LONG
NEVER KNOW A DIFFERENT DAY
INSIDE ALL THAT IS WROMG
NO FILLED WITH JOY
AND TENDERNESS
LOVING ALL THE ONES YOU MISSED
STOPPING ALL OF THIS FOOLISHNESS
CAN'T FIND A WAY
TO WISH
talile ali
09/2010
poem by Talile Ali
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Truth stands still
The veil of unhappiness envelopes
The storm of treachery gathers,
The wind of chicanery blows
But truth stands still
The tissues of lies expand
The backstabbers are having a field day
The cloud of betrayal gathers
But truth stands unbowed
If the darkness of lies reign for a thousand years
The sparkling light of truth shall dethrone it in a second
You cannot kill the truth
You cannot murder her
You cannot kill the truth
Because truth is constant
poem by Martin Ayanbare Ayankola
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Today Will Be Yesterday
Yesterday was surely tomorrow one day
Definitely today will be yesterday tomorrow
One day hopefully tomorrow will be today
This sorrow and pain will be killed
and pushed into the past tomorrow
this defeat and despair will vanished
into the past
hopefully one day the better future
will be my present
poem by Abdul Wahab
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What the word has said to the lock of silence/Što rijec je rekla pramenu tišine
Should not speak in hair outgrowing the hours
Tense in a verse it's woken up at dawn
It ties it with a cloud at the sky made scales
It breathes the sound it paints a sign
It's mute it thunders swims and flies and crawls
Each quiver a lock getting close to the sky
It's shivering of a dream and reality doom
Conceived of earth set free still a slave
Što riječ je rekla pramenu tišine
Da ne zbori kosom nadrastanja sati
Sapet u stihu zorom ga budi
Vezuje oblakom na vagi od neba
On diše zvuk on slika znak
On ćuti grmi pliva leti gmiže
Svaki titraj pramena nebu sve je bliže
Drhtanje je sna a stvanosti kob
Od zemlje začet slobodan a rob
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Tomorrow
Tomorrow it is
Tomorrow we will
See where the roads they lead
Tomorrow's my dream
Tomorrow's the better me
Tomorrow never may be
Looking inside tomorrow's head
Tomorrow pretends to be brain dead
Tomorrow wants me to long for him
I spend today seeing tomorrow's beam
Tomorrow is there
Yesterday's tomorrow is here
Yet tomorrow I seek
My lamp's got enough oil and wick
Tomorrow where are you?
I've seen today but I look out for tomorrow's dew
Not today, I'll take care of that tomorrow
Tomorrow I'm here, tomorrow you're today
From 5years old, I'm 50years old one more day
The hour-glass spins and sands they turn
The clock it ticks, the second-hand warns
Tomorrow is today gone
What have you done? .
poem by Jenim Dibie
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