Picaro
Picaro signed its breath across the lines
Ash earthen fallen hurdles into dust
A sigh sign blown into whirls of time
Read off the palm read off the palm
©Miroslava Odalović
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Unheard
you can hear but a millionth part
of what the edges are silent about
no matter how many ears you lend
to the sound of rains
or the wind that I could never spell
or the waves I was crashed in
or a thunder that once spoke to me
about the lightening beauty encoded
in the palm of a human hand
©Miroslava Odalović
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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I Can Read Between The Lines
Roy orbison/joe melson
Girl I got your letter telling me youre coming home tonight
The lines were sweet and tender signed with all your love
Pretty words to make me feel alright
Then I read it over I got the feeling youre not completely mine
I held it to my chest, where you always rest
And I cried cos I can read between the lines
Between the lines I see youre making believe
But I cant help it, I still want you
Between the lines its plain youre playing that old game
But I still love you, and I cant change
Baby Ill be waiting at the downtown station right on time
Reaching out to hold you, the way I always do
Ill pretend that you are only mine
And while Im loving you I cant read between the lines
While Im loving you I cant read between the lines
Transcribed by the teenking
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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The foolish servant reads the palm in his Master's absence
His psychological stress took him to a person who reads the palm and gives you a narrative gesture about your identity.
'Stretch your palm and what do you prefer
Past, Present or Future? '
'All'
'Yes, past is gone and it never comes,
Present still goes and you gain fifty fifty.
But you never save in your lifetime.
Future is nice but it hasn't come yet.
There will be some changes in your life and who knows?
You don't want to see a Palmist as you read yourself well.
Future is nice and nothing to be worried.'
Before he leaves the servant showed his palm and begged him to read something about his future.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Tis a highly descriptive task
to write your lips as they bite the glass
rims standing even and the drink it's been
made of sweet and bitter
rivers lakes and oceans
spilling drops of blue
to dwell on your eyelashes
eyes closed quiver fear
to stand on the fingertips
and to read the lines
broken palms of hands
geometry divinity
grasped in human kind
©Miroslava Odalović
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Written Upon The Palm
That which ADONAI
has written
upon the palm
of this...
my hand he hath created
is not for thee to read
astrological signs
are not for thee to decipher
for it is not given
unto me even the authority
to direct my own feet
let alone read random etchings
palmed off wavering... lines ad libitum
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Readability-Č itljivost
Is a tip of an iceberg that melts down with the first letter read, the rest is an ocean of interpretations.
Č itljivost je vrh ledenog brijega kji se topi sa prvim proč itanim slovom, ostalo je okean tumač enja.
©Miroslava Odalović
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The lines
Unbearable to read
Belong to the outstretched
Palm of a child’s hand
The one playing accordion mirrors
Aleathorics screaming from a throat
The other frozen in the air
Never said anything
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Picaro grew smaller and smaller
The hurdles grew taller and taller
Satyros tragos peeled off his skin
Piled up reality up to his chin
Now swim through the dim
Oceans of blue heart
Butterfly style make it an art
©Miroslava Odalović
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Picaro Poli
Click click then hiccup out the kicks
Pox mimy dis ease vixenly affixed
To the roots des les langues
Les paroles oh bien c’est mieux
Dead lg Sprache upstream of forgotten past
Lg so lively still thoughts but vieux
Into the thoughts unbearable chain
Les penses les espaces
Click click the hiccup out
Hiccup out the clicks
An old drunkard you are Picaro lol
Never really knew what to say, perhaps just
Teacher regretted having taught you to read
Sing votkalyn votkalyn votkalynka maya
Or hit the road jack out of the box
Vacant vacuum vox
Semiotic jezikoslovno Sprache
KRAH
Lol the pops in a mime?
In-
In-ex
In-ex-press
Press Picaro clicks
In-ex-res-rei-
Picaro rex d’immobility
In-ex-press-in-ability
©Mi roslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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A Pigeon
I've picked up your name from the floor
and held it for long on the palm of my hand
watching it gently peck its lines
until there remained nothing not a single crumb
and your name well fed slept for a while
in lines of death in lines of life
in lines of the head and lines of the heart
in intricate patterns that sealed me for too long
there was a lullaby I wanted to sing
but I was not able to open my mouth
for fear you'll wake up and disappear
and I promised myself I would never dropp you again
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Change the world with turning the palm
Change the world with turning the palm
Turning upside
Turning downside
Changing the world is not as hard as you think
Turning outside
Turning inside
Changing the world could be as easy as turning palm
Palm is opened
Palm is closed
Clap! Clap! Clap! The astonishing sound heard
Palm is hailed
Palm is hugged
When all people do it together
Yes, we can make a different
Change the world with turning the palm
Hide away smile
Erase away tears
Changing the world with a slight change of mind
The fate is cast
The fate unknown
Changing the world by turning others opinion
Palm is embracing
Palm is praying
Crack! Crack! Crack! A flicker of hope seen
Palm is waved
Palm is offered
When all people do it sincerely
Yes, we can change the world
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Do Not Read This!
Notice is clear in bold and block
You can't miss and continue
Your eyes always expectant and quick
Swift like a released arrow from a bow
Yes
Its all
But
Garbage, still you crave its reading
You are still reading?
Hmnnn.
Why did you read it?
No,
These lines will confuse you.
Your brains would crack, do not read,
Still you wouldn't stop, on you read
Your eyes so sharp like a hawking Eagle
That makes a hen out of grass so tall
Steady like a preying Tiger
This
Is a warning sign
But you wouldn't care
You just read laugh or sigh
Hmnn, you have won me over,
You wouldn't STOP!
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Palm Reader
Just give me a call
When you feel better
But you never do
And Im just another debtor
To some palm reader
Whos got all her hands mixed up
Palm readers breath
Smells of brandy and cigarettes
As she sells me sweet forgets
She needs something to get her through
She runs a scam like me and you
Oh yeah me and you
Freud said that love
Was a good psychosis
But I dont know
Ive had too many doses
Hes a creep
And we all know that
He probably made it up
Believe in me
And this lie
Tell me everything will be alright
Cos its so good to believe
But you turn my hope into a weapon
I kept your sweater til the scent was gone
Bunched up in my hands
When the days were long
But I still sniff it
I walk alone on the concrete with the living
And did you stop
To gather round the fallen ones?
They dont know why
Neither do i
Neither do i
Neither do i
Neither do i
Believe in me
And this lie
Tell me everything will be alright
Cos its so good to believe
We could turn it all around in a night
You and i
Cos its so good
But you turn my hope into a weapon
Yeah you turn my hope into a weapon
Oh no oh no
Theres no one to trust
Except maybe the two of us
But thats in the past
The place where Im living
Haunted by broken dreams
I read the horoscopes in magazines
Especially yours
In the sign of a leo
The regal ones
Will mend you like your blouse so
Oh its so slow
And when will we let me go
Let me go
Let me know
Let me go
Believe in me
And this lie
Tell me everything will be alright
Cos its so good to believe
We could turn it all around in a night
You and i
Cos its so good
But youll turn hope into a weapon
Yeah youll turn hope into a weapon
song performed by by Third Eye Blind
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Words fed on dust
There are some words
Fed on the dust
Ash fallen sound
Reaching deep cries
The noise of which hurts
Though thrown away cast
Down to the ground
Undead it’ll rise
In winds and storms
Rain cradle of tears
When no heart warms
Lost forgotten years
The time of their birth
Dark swallowed patches
And the silent dirge
That no music matches
Placed on a hearth
They’ll burn and surge
Like candles broken
Melting in wax
A candle token
Of the soul that aches
Forever and ever abreast
Of an unleashed why of a quest
©Miroslava Odalović
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Read Between The Lines
Uh hu
You got to read between the lines
You got to read between the lines
You got to read between the lines
Ah ah ah ah
Late afternoon
Its the sun going down
A call on the cell
Why is he in such a hurry
Leaving the room
Hes mumbling too
Now look what hes doing
Hes leaving out the room
No explanation
No ask for location
Just watching him pacing
Wonder who hes chasing
Looks like versation
The end of debation
Hed love to go swing and
(chorus)
You better open your mind
And read between the lines
Got to read between the lines
Got to read between the lines
Got to read between the lines
Hot in the morning
Im up waiting for breakfast
Know your getting restless
This fool is full of questions
Little replying
Whole lot of denying
Instead I feel life in
So why do you keep on trying
Touch for the median
Now hes a comedian
Thats all the more reason
Its changing like the season
Are you still pleasing
How soon youll be leaving
Which one hell be creeping
(chorus)
(bridge)
Your replies are getting old
Its in his eyes
Youve got to read between the lines
Your replies again told
Look in his eyes
Youve got to read between the lines
Your replies are getting old
Its in his eyes
Youve got to read between the lines
Your replies again told
Look in his eyes
Youve got to read between the lines
Dont really think your pulling one over me
Cause i
I know whats going on
Dont hope you wont be planning on running me
Cause ah cause ah
Ill be gone
Dont really think your pulling one over me
Cause i
I know whats going on
Dont hope you wont be planning on runing me
Cause ah cause ah
Ill be gone
Cause youre thinking
Your ___ aint mistaken
My temperatures peaking
Now why is you barely speaking
Busting his bubble
And he knows hes in trouble
Hes talking in doubles
I listen to him hardly believing
Changing the story
And trying to ignore me
Still reaching out for me
Still aint no point in reaching
Give me a reason
To put you back on the line
You wasted enough time
I had to open my mind
And read between the lines
Got to read between the lines
Got to read between the lines
Got to read between the lines
(bridge repete 2xs)
song performed by by Aaliyah
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The gift of words
Some words I swallowed
Like pots of rain
Their beauty quenched the thirst
Some words I swallowed
Like fire and pain
Their bitterness left me cursed
Some words I wrote
In anger and haste
And spat them on the palm
Some words I sought
To heal be chaste
To find the peace be calm
Some words I followed
Like footprints lost
In dying piles of leaves
Some words I followed
Like benevolent host
Once he really receives
Both the gift of words
Right from the lips
That used to sing the poles
And the gift of words
When the mind slips
Into the broken holes
©Miroslava Odalović
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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In The Palm Of Your Hand
In the palm of your hand
you hold my heart.
Cradle it gently, my love
so it will never fall apart.
In the palm of your hand
you hold my love.
Carress it tenderly forever
and always place it above
everything that you touch.
Hold my hand
in the palm of your hand
so that I may always feel
that the sifting grains of sand
in the hourglass of time
will never be able to steal
these precious moments away.
Let them be able to stay
always in the palm of your hand.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Who You Are To Me
if you read these lines this morning
these lines that miss you
these lines that say i love you
these lines are dying to touch you
to hug and kiss you
these lines that know every inch of you
if you read these lines well enough
then you know who i am
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If You Read These Lines This Morning
if you read these lines this morning
these lines that miss you
these lines that say i love you
these lines that are dying to touch you
to hug and kiss you
these lines that know every inch of you
if you read these lines well enough
then you know who i am
i, who is nothing to you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Palm-Tree
Is it the palm, the cocoa-palm,
On the Indian Sea, by the isles of balm?
Or is it a ship in the breezeless calm?
A ship whose keel is of palm beneath,
Whose ribs of palm have a palm-bark sheath,
And a rudder of palm it steereth with.
Branches of palm are its spars and rails,
Fibres of palm are its woven sails,
And the rope is of palm that idly trails!
What does the good ship bear so well?
The cocoa-nut with its stony shell,
And the milky sap of its inner cell.
What are its jars, so smooth and fine,
But hollowed nuts, filled with oil and wine,
And the cabbage that ripens under the Line?
Who smokes his nargileh, cool and calm?
The master, whose cunning and skill could charm
Cargo and ship from the bounteous palm.
In the cabin he sits on a palm-mat soft,
From a beaker of palm his drink is quaffed,
And a palm-thatch shields from the sun aloft!
His dress is woven of palmy strands,
And he holds a palm-leaf scroll in his hands,
Traced with the Prophet's wise commands!
The turban folded about his head
Was daintily wrought of the palm-leaf braid,
And the fan that cools him of palm was made.
Of threads of palm was the carpet spun
Whereon he kneels when the day is done,
And the foreheads of Islam are bowed as one!
To him the palm is a gift divine,
Wherein all uses of man combine,--
House, and raiment, and food, and wine!
And, in the hour of his great release,
His need of the palm shall only cease
With the shroud wherein he lieth in peace.
'Allah il Allah!' he sings his psalm,
On the Indian Sea, by the isles of balm;
'Thanks to Allah who gives the palm!'
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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