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Hours-old coffee
sliding heavily through the air
and into the bowl, heavily,
whirligig, swirligig.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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A Baby Asleep after Pain
As a drenched, drowned bee
Hangs numb and heavy from a bending flower,
So clings to me
My baby, her brown hair brushed with wet tears
And laid against her cheek;
Her soft white legs hanging heavily over my arm
Swinging heavily to my movements as I walk.
My sleeping baby hangs upon my life,
Like a burden she hangs on me.
She has always seemed so light,
But now she is wet with tears and numb with pain
Even her floating hair sinks heavily,
Reaching downwards;
As the wings of a drenched, drowned bee
Are a heaviness, and a weariness.
poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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Alankar (Decor) -25
Over A Cup Of Coffee (Rondine)
Tense, jittery over a cup of coffee
They talked for long hours
A coffee dropp bored of hours
Told the lady with a cup of coffee
'My lady, finish your coffee
A bored dropp on lips yours
Tense, jittery'
'Not mine'said the lady with coffee
'Fault is his wasting hours
Blot or break..his settling hours
So are we and this cup of coffee
Tense, jittery'
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Fish In The Fishbowl...
i see fish in a bowl
the size of the fish is just
enough for the bowl
and water is half-full
the fish swims freely and
breathes
air and lets it pass through
its lungs and three bubbles
rise up
and then disappears
at the surface
outside the house it is raining
heavily
the news of the river overflowing
the banks
is flashed on tv
warnings are given by the government
evacuation is eminent
carry only those which are necessary
foremost
save lives of the children and
the old sector
we are ready
we are not taking this fish bowl
the fish can take of itself
when we left
the fish flips its fins and breathes faster
releasing more bubbles on the surface of the water
it is the only creature i think
that is happy.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Coffee!
Coffee beans all ground up,
Coffee in my favourite cup,
Coffee black, coffee white,
Coffee dark, coffee light,
Coffee right, to start the day,
Coffee at work, coffee at play,
Coffee midday, coffee at night,
Coffee to sober, coffee to excite,
Coffee weak, coffee strong,
But maybe instead some Lapsang Souchong! ! ! !
TEA! ! ! ! !
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Stinking Fool In The Pool
sometimes
the heart is also heavily loaded
like a cloud gathering mist
and shall in any moment
rain
sometimes
you lose control about what you are carrying
something slips away
and no matter how you pick it up
you can never hold it back
sometimes what is wingless
turns otherwise
a stone turns into a fish
just to lose itself
from its prison
sometimes i fell just like that
heavily loaded and i want to have the wings of any bird
just to get away from
what is here
from what is unfortunate
from what is miscalculated
from something that i can change
and be simply away from it all
sometimes there is no choice
however
except to stay and be numb and be no bird
but a
stone
deep in that muddy and murky pool
stinking like any
other fool
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Missing Rain
With dark clouds, cold winds and lightning,
It rains heavily and yes it is frightening.
I love it when it rains heavier.
And rain makes me, her to remember.
She was there so close to me at that time.
It was raining heavily with no sunshine.
Whole day she was there with me and holding me.
I kissed her in her lips and even she kissed me.
You are long gone now and rain makes me remember.
So I love when it rains, I feel like we are together.
I want to remember those days again n again
So even in summer I just miss the rain.
poem by Sushanta Rokka
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Thats The Trouble
Every night, to take a walk on high to see,
The shadows of the moonlight, when this guy,
Began to follow me, and now you see.
Thats the trouble.
Then he turned my head, to my surprise,
He stared so seriously, in my eyes and said,
Why, Id like for you to come on home woth me.
Thats the trouble,
Every man I see, thats the trouble.
Taking every little thing so heavily,
Thats the trouble if you wanna let you be,
Thats the trouble if you really wanna be free.
When I did not realise, he was the,
Serious type of guy, and I ran his [? ],
And said will you marry me?
Thats the trouble,
Every man I see, thats the trouble.
Taking every little thing so heavily,
Thats the trouble if you wanna let you be,
Thats the trouble if you really wanna be free.
song performed by by Grace Jones
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Contemplation of Sorrow
I am sorry for the readers
and the writers with much to say
On sorrow,
For it seems sorrow
Weighs much more heavily on the soul
Than any form of joy I've known
It is sorrow that paces
And sorrow that writhes,
Drawing attention to itself,
Magnetizing thoughts,
A gravitational pull
Equivocal to that of the moon
On the tide
Once you notice that pitiful little lump
Of sorrow
You cant help but to revolve around it,
Contemplate it
Like a little black hole
In a rented recess of the mind
It draws upon mental
and emotional energies
Until you drive yourself crazy
I am sorry for the readers
and the writers with much to say
On sorrow,
For it weighs so heavily on the soul
poem by Faustina Marie
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Away The Bowl
Our grateful hearts with temperance burn,
Away, away the bowl,
From dram shops all, our steps we turn,
Away, away the bowl;
Farewell to rum and all its harms,
Farewell the wine-cup's boasted charms,
Away the bowl, away the bowl, away, away the bowl.
See how that staggering drunkard reels!
Away, away the bowl;
Alas, the misery he reveals,
Away, away the bowl;
His children grieve, his wife's in tears!
How sad his once bright home appears!
Away the bowl, away the bowl, away, away the bowl.
We drink no more, nor buy nor sell,
Away, away the bowl!
The grog-shop's offers we repel,
Away, away the bowl.
United in a temperance band,
We 're joined in heart, we 're joined in hand,
Away the bowl, away the bowl, away, away the bowl.
poem by John Pierpont
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Spring, 1916
Slow, rigid, is this masquerade
That passes as through a difficult air :
Heavily-heavily passes.
What has she fed on ? Who her table laid
Through the three seasons ? What forbidden fare
Ruined her as a mortal lass is ?
I played with her two years ago,
Who might be now her own sister in stone;
So altered from her May mien,
When round the pink a necklace of warm snow
Laughed to her throat where my mouth's touch had gone.
How is this, ruined Queen?
Who lured her vivid beauty so
'l'o be that strained chill thing that moves
So ghastly midst her young brood
Of pregnant shoots that she for men did grow ?
Where are the strong men who made these their loves ?
Spring ! God pity your mood !
poem by Isaac Rosenberg
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To Write Truthfully About The Rain
i must be here when the rain falls
heavily and when the waters rise
above canals and manholes
where what i see is water everywhere
when the rain does not stop
i must cross this street to another
street taking the middle of this flooded ways
without an umbrella
without my clothes on
the rain falls in all freedom
to the pores of my body
penetrating the thickness of my hair
my mouth drinks its drops
my ears take some more
i may be blinded and even be deaf
let the rain fall freely & heavily on my body
only then can i truthfully write about this rain
this walk this wetness this freedom this oneness
on the world that cries on these drops these tears
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You can't buy love, but you can pay heavily for it.
quote by Henny Youngman
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I never wanted to weigh more heavily on a man than a bird.
quote by Coco Chanel
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Progress everywhere today does seem to come so very heavily disguised as Chaos.
quote by Joyce Grenfell
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When I was a teenager, I got into SF, quite heavily, and that too has had a major impact on my writing.
quote by George Stephen
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You may often feel that heavily on your back which you took lightly on your conscience.
I got heavily into the drum-and-bass scene, which is really wicked.
quote by Ajay Naidu
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The mainstream is generally garbage. Look at the heavily subsidized theaters.
quote by Steven Berkoff
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