If I am the dropp the morning conceived
Let me be that water oh beautiful
That comes to your lip and makes you heart speak
That leaks through its holes into the world
Where the world is but a place to be
Next to your smile and close to your hand
Hugging the edges of dawn
Hear me there say the moment will rise
To time void of flow and eyes void of tears
In memory blue at the door of paradise
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Ban The Void
Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
Grandma stopped baking cakes.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
Brought me my first heartbreak.
Tch.
Ban the void.
I told her I couldn't take it.
She 'had' to bake another cake for me!
Tch.
Ban the void.
She said she was going on strike!
Tch.
Ban the void.
And even though I didn't like it!
Tch.
Ban the void.
She's not gonna cook in the kitchen,
She's itching to do something else to please!
Tch
Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.
She brought herself a brand new car.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
And drove to wherever she wanted.
Tch.
Ban the void.
She said she had her own special needs.
And will come and go whenever that need pleases!
Tch.
Ban the void.
I got so annoyed...
And I tried to stop that void deep down in me!
Oh...
Ban the void!
I couldn't go to sleep!
I dreamt of grandma's baking,
And it teased me!
I even cried my eyes.
But grandma's sweet potato pie kept creepin'.
Oh...
Ban the void!
Ban the void!
Oh...
Ban the void.
Grandma loved her brand new car.
And never got one ticket,
For her speedin'!
Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
Ban the void.
Oh...
Dedicated To:
In loving memory...
Clara Louise Countryman Pertillar
'Miss you, grandma! '
Love,
Larry
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dislocated
An invoice of silence in a bill of time
Sometimes a second pronounced targeted holes of darts
Much as I try never to miss a single point
The whole world within might easily fall apart
Makes me a queen of arrows – a fractured disjoint
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Child
child
your smile
a lane of fun
a paradise
so sweet
a song
a hollow pond
filled with
sparkling
spring water
carps swimming
in circle
what i lost
i find in you
to beget you
to fill the void
i cuddle, kiss, touch
to satisfy an inner world
untended field
that now enjoys
drizzle and new grasses
your soft curly hair
rubs against my heart
in the quiet,
i feel like filling up
any void
in your heart
now and forever
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Night Murmurs
1. You cannot lock the door
Now, night shall open it
For fireflies to come in
They slept in hiding
Like you, fireflies fly away
Pallid cowards from rain
Lest their lights die in the mist
You wait by the door
As true stars come again
Lighting night skies
My Fireflies shall reveal
Inferior flickers under
The now, brimming
Skies bursting
II.
How many full moons passed
Past your sad window?
Your fingers cannot tell
They’re used to gripping
Rusty doorknobs
A great deal to ancestry
Our human hands corroded
We cannot reach nor outrun
Rust becomes us
III.
If we listen to dawn dreams
We shall hear prophets scream
Nothing
To a mutter
One speaks of the underworld so endless
Unmoving as the sky stretches a distance of lies
No farther
Or it will break
There are no skies no caves
No edges no space
Nothing
To whisper
IV.
We are shooting stars in space
Shot into nothing
Yet we keep on shooting
For the moment
We close down
We set strong feet on land
Like steel gates stilled
We look into our eyes
Tears are dwindling
Thus far, we cannot cease fearing
For nothing
V.
There is God
As the world keeps ears
For each earthworm in the void
He shall hear us
Shouting the questions
Dinning,
Rocking the ruckus of cumulus
In this outcry
He shall know us
By eyes and mouth
By hand by footprints
And the grasses covering all
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ramblings
You cannot lock the door
Now, night shall open it
For fireflies to come in
They slept in hiding
Like you, fireflies fly away
Pallid cowards from rain
Lest their lights die in the mist
You wait by the door
As true stars come again
Lighting night skies
My Fireflies shall reveal
Inferior flickers under
The now, brimming
Skies bursting
II.
How many full moons passed
Past your sad window?
Your fingers cannot tell
They’re used to gripping
Rusty doorknobs
A great deal to ancestry
Our human hands corroded
We cannot reach nor outrun
Rust becomes us
III.
If we listen to dawn dreams
We shall hear prophets scream
Nothing
To a mutter
One speaks of the underworld so endless
Unmoving as the sky stretches a distance of lies
No farther
Or it will break
There are no skies no caves
No edges no space
Nothing
To whisper
IV.
We are shooting stars in space
Shot into nothing
Yet we keep on shooting
For the moment
We close down
We set strong feet on land
Like steel gates stilled
We look into our eyes
Tears are dwindling
Thus far, we cannot cease fearing
For nothing
V.
There is God
As the world keeps ears
For each earthworm in the void
He shall hear us
Shouting the questions
Dinning,
Rocking the ruckus of cumulus
In this outcry
He shall know us
By eyes and mouth
By hand by footprints
And the grasses covering all
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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night murmurs
1. You cannot lock the door
Now, night shall open it
For fireflies to come in
They slept in hiding
Like you, fireflies fly away
Pallid cowards from rain
Lest their lights die in the mist
You wait by the door
As true stars come again
Lighting night skies
My Fireflies shall reveal
Inferior flickers under
The now, brimming
Skies bursting
II.
How many full moons passed
Past your sad window?
Your fingers cannot tell
They’re used to gripping
Rusty doorknobs
A great deal to ancestry
Our human hands corroded
We cannot reach nor outrun
Rust becomes us
III.
If we listen to dawn dreams
We shall hear prophets scream
Nothing
To a mutter
One speaks of the underworld so endless
Unmoving as the sky stretches a distance of lies
No farther
Or it will break
There are no skies no caves
No edges no space
Nothing
To whisper
IV.
We are shooting stars in space
Shot into nothing
Yet we keep on shooting
For the moment
We close down
We set strong feet on land
Like steel gates stilled
We look into our eyes
Tears are dwindling
Thus far, we cannot cease fearing
For nothing
V.
There is God
As the world keeps ears
For each earthworm in the void
He shall hear us
Shouting the questions
Dinning,
Rocking the ruckus of cumulus
In this outcry
He shall know us
By eyes and mouth
By hand by footprints
And the grasses covering all
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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a world yet saved Pt.2
When | we look at Christ...
...here's what we see:
a world void of fog,
a world void of slack,
a world void of loopholes and riches and gain.
a world blessed with loss,
a world blessed with hope,
a world blessed with GOD'S word and HIS cross and life.
A light born torch
In a single heart
My pen eating blue
A paper paling white
The means of all the skin
In the hear dying its ends
And eyes closing down
Make not a single sound
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Paradise
Where the river runs black
I take the schoolbooks from your pack
Plastics, wire and your kiss
The breath of eternity on your lips
In the crowded marketplace
I drift from face to face
I hold my breath and close my eyes
I hold my breath and close my eyes
And I wait for paradise
And I wait for paradise
The virginia hills have gone to brown
Another day another sun going down
I visit you in another dream
I visit you in another dream
I reach and feel your hair
Your smell lingers in the air
I brush your cheek with my fingertips
I taste the void upon your lips
And I wait for paradise
And I wait for paradise
I search for you on the other side
Where the river runs clean and wide
Up to my heart the waters rise
Up to my heart the waters rise
I sink 'neath the water cool and clear
Drifting down, I disappear
I see you on the other side
I search for the peace in your eyes
But theyre as empty as paradise
Theyre as empty as paradise
I break above the waves
I feel the sun upon my face
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Rites of whales
Void worlds wrung are weeping
Their wheels have whimpered away
Wound around a wristwatch in a skyless watcher’s eyes
Weaved in webs of woes
Closed by sorrow killed
Sealing stolen seals
Ill fire flames smitten by the breath
Writing rites of whales
Splash beauty unwritten
Passages of time turn urns into hours
No pallid pills for piligrims paving their own paths
Swimming soulful oceans that soar up to the sky
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Look at the hands striking the clock
You time has emerged
A young dawn like grass of midnight
Blood born in veins through the poppy pain
Will bloom like the roses in your garden
Those roses for which you know
Are hearts transplanted of a moment choked
They open up to you in a smile
They leaf alike call your hands into the growth
And you by the window
You who hasn’t lost the hearts as yes
You cry into the night
With the time cracking from behind a built in panes
Towards you
Why
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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World Behind a Door
The door creeps open to expose
A world that is unknown to most.
Maybe a child's dream or an adult's
wish finally coming reality, Whatever
The reason for the door appearing
Still startly us all and the answer
Will always remain unknown.
Behind the door lies a world
That could never be imagined.
The sky is an outstanding blue.
This world has water that is clear
And the air is warm and comfortable.
The world behind the door brings
Peace when someone visits it.
Worries and fears slip away
when in the beautiful world.
It never storms and no one
Ever feels the pain that
our world can afflict on us.
It would be a dream to find
The world past the magical door.
To feel nothing but happiness
And to feel yourself smile again
Would make you feel free in
The beautiful world behind the door.
Find the world behind the door
And see for yourself.
poem by Tracey Wynn
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Only Your Smile Makes My Heart Shine
Sometimes i'm happy laughing,
Enjoying each moment of life, or sometimes,
Cold of loneliness is wrapping me,
And my heart feels withdrawn.
But when the dawn are coming,
And i'm opening my eyes,
The first thing that i see is your smile,
That embrace my being with love and light.
How could i ever be sad,
When your sweetness is surounding me,
How could i ever be lost,
When your eyes shine passion looking at me?
Wherever i go, i'm followed by your smile,
With two brown charming eyes besides,
Is not a smile i would ever forget,
In this magnetic smile my whole world resides.
Nothing in this world is like your smile,
No one can bring me that infinite delight,
Only your smile awakes in me feminity,
Only your smile makes my heart shine.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Coming Home To Your Heart
I'm coming I'm coming home
To your heart
(Really don't know where I heard this)
I'm coming back with every step
To hear you play the drums of beauty
Oh you do it well
I'm coming close with every touch
To make some place for clouds to sway
To make some room for birds to sing
To hear you say it'll be ok
Just some more love for us to bring
I travel far I travel far
To find your smile in every smile
I'm coming back I'm coming back
Back to your beautiful heart
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Scenic Garden
As I walk with your hand in mine, I see the most beautiful paradise known to man,
My eyes water at the magnificence of this garden like land,
Everything looks as if it’s a dream beyond the farthest span,
Let’s take a walk through paradise as I hold your hand,
I can see that majestic fountain that sits in the center of the garden of glee,
I observe in awe as I see the water flow gently down the steeps,
And it seems as if this is all made up in a dream,
But the reality is that in this garden of glee is where the angels sleep,
I’ve never seen something so beautiful in my life,
It looks as if the heavens came down to enhance my dream like sight,
The flowers are so scenic of pink, yellow, red and white,
This wonderland is so beautiful the plants blossom in the night,
As I walk with your hand in mine the rain drizzles gently to the ground,
I listen closely and I hear the birds chirping in the most beautiful of sounds,
I’m surrounded by magic in this beautiful garden all around,
Then I turn to you and lay my lips on yours,
I close my eyes in the process and realize it’s even more beautiful than before,
What I’ve realized is that, this magic garden isn’t the most that I adore,
It’s your hand in mine that I’ll hold forever more.
poem by Kurt Kacich
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Paradise
Could it be the little
Things you do to me
Feelings that I'm feeling
Are so new to me
I'm going through
So many changes
Nothing ever felt
As strange as
How my heart goes
Crazy when you
Look at me-oh
[CHORUS:]
When I'm with you
Its paradise
No place on Earth
Could be so nice
Through the crystal waterfalls
I hear you call
Just take my hand
Its paradise
You kiss me once
I'll kiss you twice
And as I gaze
Into your eyes
I realise its paradise
Now I know the
Sweetest dreams can
All come true
'Cause I found Heaven
Here on earth
When I found you
Its nothing I could
Ever make up
How I hope
I never wake up
Just to find this
Isn't true reality
[Repeat chorus]
The world around just
Disappears without a trace
Telling me that I have
Found the perfect place
Let it stay this way forever
Deep in love and may
I never
Spend another day
Without you close to me
Ooh paradise
Yeah
Oh just take my hand
Its paradise
You kiss me once
I'll kiss you twice
And as I gaze
Into your eyes
I realise its paradise
[Repeat chorus]
Ooh paradise
song performed by by Kaci from Paradise
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Tropical Recollection
The crashing of the glass
Shards of memory scattered throughout
Whilst ominous gusts of terror besiege,
Convincing the upends have come
Bellowing into disabled blue eyes,
Blurred and blinded through battles of time
The dark deep dread creeps in
Shards of memory scattered throughout
Thoughts cloud in withdrawal
A relinquishing storm of all form, all peril
Void as a dream, void of sanity
Shards of memory scattered throughout
Somewhere in this world
Somewhere in this world there is a world where we can be together, where you and I can be together
Where I can wipe your every tear, and make you smile endlessly, my dear
Where I can watch a beautiful sunset with you, and tell you that I love you
Somewhere in this world there is a world where we can be together, where you and I can be together
Where I can see my life in your eyes, and lose myself in your eyes
Where I can be the reason of your beautiful smile, for which I can go a thousand miles
Somewhere in this world there is a world where we can be together, where you and I can be together
Where I can have a candlelit dinner with you, and never tire of listening to you
Where you and I can grow old together, and still live happily together
Somewhere in this world there is a world where we can be together, where you and I can be together
Where I can take your hand in mine, and keep it like that till the end of time
Where I can keep you in my embrace forever, and still leave you never
Somewhere in this world there is a world where we can be together, where you and I can be together, where you and I can be together
poem by Deepak Hariharan
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Marina who knew the wisdom of crying
Last night she shed a tear for me
Lost in her pond Love’s broken bonds
Lost in her sight Love’s misty nights
Lost in her eyes Marina broken I
Stood lost in her tears though I didn’t cry
For I am a lady who’s strong
I place my tears among
Deep skies of an eternal blue
Sorry Marina- I cannot cry for you
Dec 13th 2011.
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Automatic writing
sometimes there is too much of a nature in what you do
and too little of the mind
like an Id without a mandala
get swallowed by the uncontrollable currents
at the moment when you forget
because you want to forget
you are the boss there
and whatever you do
you do it unto yourself
the world's got nothing to do with that
which why I sometimes 'hate' you
it reminds me of those moments in myself
I am trying to a-void
because I've experienced
that walking barefoot on ice
and walking barefoot on a heated asphalt
is the same things
feet burn in both cases
why do you want to burn
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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