What's / Sta
what's squatted in the eye of a civis
retina blind a shadow of an iris
sta to cuci u oku civisa
retina slijepa sjena od irisa
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Curtain falls
Many words you spoke to me
The epithet, ‘a sahithyan’
Still rings in my head.
Many an appearance you granted
The one with my studs on your lobe
Still sticks to my retina.
Time and space might make me unwanted.
Fear of scandal might force you to wind up.
I learnt it from your tone today.
Curtain falls. Episode is over.
The retina will retain it.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The question of how the eye works - that is, what happens when a photon of light first impinges on the retina - simply could not be answered at that time.
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It is exceedingly improbable that the identical action of the corresponding parts of the two retina is the result of a certain habituation, or of the influence of the mind.
quote by Johannes P. Muller
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The cooperation of the two retina in one field of vision, whatever is its cause, must rather be the source of all the ideas to which single or double vision may give rise.
quote by Johannes P. Muller
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Chechnya
Chechnya
Retina less windows
Bodies strewn in foul streets
A photo of Grozny
Summary executions
Death sways from unlit lampposts
Friend or foe who knows
Conspiracy of peace
Both sides declare victory
The truth is debris
poem by Oskar Hansen
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First Time I Saw You
IT WAS SO AMAZING
I ALWAYS DREAMNT YOU
I COULD NOT DREAM BLUE
I COULDN'T SLEEP ALL
DAY AND NIGHT THINKING OF YOU,
YOU ALONE.
ONLY YOUR VOICE
WHICH COULD WAKE ME UP
WHEN I FENTED BECAUSE
OF YOUR SMILE.
ALL MY NOSE SENSES FALL
JUST TO INTERPRET HOW
YOU SMELL.
EVEN MY BRAIN STACKED
JUST TO MEMORISE
YOUR LAUGHTER.
PERHARP MY RETINA COULD CRACK
JUST BECAUSE OF YOUR TURN.
IF I SAW YOU ON MY WAY
MY BODY COULD SLIDE
AND GIVE YOU A WAY TO PASS
MY ATTRACTIVE COULD NOT
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JUST SALLUTING YOU TO PASS.
poem by Emmanuel Chris Nyasulu
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Another Journey
It was the hiatus
that underlying silence
of which I was hearing the voices.
There was nothing left to be said.
I wanted to levitate in void
to unlearn what I understood.
Why the distance interpolates
between the guilt and acceptance?
Leaves are falling in different colors.
Time avenges, burns the grass,
the lips, the retina,
the black walls and white numbers.
Inner peace will return
On the ashes of fallen trees.
Life will resume another journey.
poem by Satish Verma
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Interpolations
It was the hiatus
that underlying silence
of which I was hearing the voices.
There was nothing left to be said.
I wanted to levitate in void
to unlearn what I understood.
Why the distance interpolates
between the guilt and acceptance?
Leaves are falling in different colors.
Time avenges, burns the grass,
the lips, the retina,
the black walls and white numbers.
Inner peace will return
on the ashes of fallen trees.
Life will resume another journey.
poem by Satish Verma
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Cyclops
Cyclops woman got one eye in her head
Mascera-clotted vision she is fed
Cyclops woman cant see nothing at all
She got a pin prick spiral hole
She cant see nothing, nothing at all
She cant see nothing, nothing at all
Cyclops woman dying in her shell
Guilt got her trapped in nailed in well
Cyclops woman is the eye of the world
Whos reflections in the retina?
She cant see nothing, nothing at all
She cant see nothing, nothing at all
Dialate, dialate
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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After Years
Today, from a distance, I saw you
walking away, and without a sound
the glittering face of a glacier
slid into the sea. An ancient oak
fell in the Cumberlands, holding only
a handful of leaves, and an old woman
scattering corn to her chickens looked up
for an instant. At the other side
of the galaxy, a star thirty-five times
the size of our own sun exploded
and vanished, leaving a small green spot
on the astronomer's retina
as he stood on the great open dome
of my heart with no one to tell.
poem by Ted Kooser
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Belfast Tune
Here's a girl from a dangerous town
She crops her dark hair short
so that less of her has to frown
when someone gets hurt.
She folds her memories like a parachute.
Dropped, she collects the peat
and cooks her veggies at home: they shoot
here where they eat.
Ah, there's more sky in these parts than, say,
ground. Hence her voice's pitch,
and her stare stains your retina like a gray
bulb when you switch
hemispheres, and her knee-length quilt
skirt's cut to catch the squall,
I dream of her either loved or killed
because the town's too small.
poem by Joseph Brodsky
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A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
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A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink—
I hunted all the Sand—
I caught the Dripping of a Rock
And bore it in my Hand—
His Mighty Balls—in death were thick—
But searching—I could see
A Vision on the Retina
Of Water—and of me—
'Twas not my blame—who sped too slow—
'Twas not his blame—who died
While I was reaching him—
But 'twas—the fact that He was dead—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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A bouquet for you
In colours of yellow, orange, red and even almost blue
a carnation is a beautiful thing that you remember and remember,
it stays stuck
against the retina of what the eye sees
and half mysterious lies the almost clove goading smell,
half vague but the accent of it lingers and lingers constantly
where it’s on a lapel, single or in a bouquet in a vase
taking a woman’s breath away, cheering up a whole day
and a carnation is a magical flower
with which I want to reveal my love to you
who leave me dumbstruck,
wanting you to rise like a bud in my heart.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Electric Eye
Up here in space
I'm looking down on you.
My lasers trace
Everything you do.
You think you've private lives
Think nothing of the kind.
There is no true escape
I'm watching all the time.
I'm made of metal
My circuits gleam.
I am perpetual
I keep the country clean.
I'm elected electric spy
I protected electric eye.
Always in focus
You can't feel my stare.
I zoom into you
You don't know I'm there.
I take a pride in probing all your secret moves
My tearless retina takes pictures that can prove.
Electric eye, in the sky
Feel my stare, always there
There's nothing you can do about it.
Develop and expose
I feed upon your every thought
And so my power grows.
Protected. Detective. Electric eye.
song performed by by Helloween
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Power of the eyes
A circle, drawn by dots or broken lines
Forms in the retina a complete circle,
Unbroken, the gaps dropped.
A square, drawn by ankles in corners,
Gives you an image of complete square,
Unbroken, the gaps removed.
A woman, shown by face, neck and belly,
Is inferred as a woman revealing in full
The parts, clothes dropped.
Woman may be clothed.
But her body is x-rayed..
02.09.2000, Pklmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Désolé(I'm Very Sorry)
Life led wrongly
Heart beating for all the wrong reasons
Eyes searching for all but one
One searching for none but all...
A soul whose retina has lost focus
With lenses focused on fame and glory
With nothing but bare thoughts you
write your story
To the ones mulled down
Désolé means nothing
Iris painted with shades of gray
Good is gone and bad to stay
Fences are true haven for cowards
In taking no side, all stand pleased
Life forgives this not
Désolé means nothing
Born great, living inane
Born king, living slave
Gifted, normal
Genius, unleashed
History pardons not this
Désolé means nothing
A thief, a liar, a whore, a cheat
A failure, a dope-head, a sociopath, an
outcast
Naked thoughts born benign become
malignant
You are what you think
Society forgives you not
Désolé means nothing
Alone, lost, jaded
Regrets, a little too late
Emptiness, loneliness, memories
Trees seem only for hanging
Rivers seem only for drowning
Time the maze that prepares banquets
Feeds you at the table of consequences
Time reveals all
Désolé means nothing
Love given
Love lost
Love hurt
Still love searches through dark alleys
For the one who got away
'Désolé! ' your soul screamed silently
Love hears it
Love forgives all
Désolé means everything...
poem by Jenim Dibie
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When The Eyes Look At The Eyes
the room is crowded and the chairs are fully occupied
what i see are mouths
strange but i know sometimes how to
make an abstract,
sometimes i like to see the eyes as fishes
swimming and silvery
the eyelashes as waves
and retina
jellyfish, trying to cope up with the change of the seasons
blue to pale
peace to this entangled points of views
one day
i am caught unaware and i see eyes as eyes
and there is this meeting
that shakes my whole being
it is joy and i savor every minute of it
there is this smile that seem to last forever
and i look at it
for a very long time like i have known what eternity is
infatuation with youth
that must be that, i am melting before some feet
my hands wanting to reach for another set of hands
asking for help what to do with love
disappearing to the face of my small earth
thin air
i am breathing it i am breathing it mercilessly
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Place Where Demons Walk
hear cry of blood earth,
fires burning in places dark,
images burned into eye retina
homes lost burning fires,
raids plunder trophy wars,
burns through rage history
screams across agony ages,
slaves force taken fear enchained,
civilizations dying falling in repetition
ages review history humanity,
slave chained to evil brutality,
beats drumbeats inside victim skull
angels call chosen souls worthy home
earth is ever a place where demons roam
poem by Terence George Craddock
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We made love
A hummingbird rotated its wings
Making an empty circle
On the glassy sky.
Its real image, on my retina,
Became unreal
In the glassy mirror.
We became two images merging
In dancing moonlights,
Our souls were deconstructed into colors
We could create the highlight.
We closed our eyes feeling that we are not existent.
We opened them feeling that we are still existent.
Your love slipped between my seconds.
Suddenly, I began to feel your skin.
It was amazing.
I remember this, the touch.
It was more than love
In our secret.
Now, when I see a hummingbird
Rotating its wings
I am thankful to you
Because you gave me a chance to understand
Love's pure meaning.
This is why it is still real
And still existent.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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The Eye Exam
I Struggle.
The white dropper
looms like a bird's beak
a little too close
to my tender eyes,
but finally the drops splash
over my eyelashes
my nose and cheeks.
First a sting
and then I feel
nothing.
Soon the quiet room
becomes immense and bright.
I gaze in wonder
as my hands grow
transparent,
throbbing veins turn to
blue rivers
coursing through pale ravines
of webbed bone.
Vision grows deep
with dilation.
The doctor peers
through my eyes,
looking past
murky vitreous,
right down to
my optic nerve,
and I wonder what she sees.
A small hole torn into the retina,
just to the left
yes! that's where
lightning flashed before,
where
now lies blindness…
my own circle of night,
foreshadowing
Nothing.
poem by Steven Federle
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