The Real Trouble
Moving statues with heads brainless,
Clean cloaks, and dresses stainless,
With heavy drooping sleepy eyelids,
And heartless flesh, bulky bodies,
Sit they in the state halls to decide,
The fate of the downtrodden wise.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Word Made Flesh
Suck my breast, I'm the word made flesh
Ain't no rest for the word made flesh
My lips are moving but I hear no sound
It's that same old noise, it's in sensurround
Tune yourself up and count yourself down
Word made flesh, word made flesh
Lord help me rise to this occasion
Word made, word made flesh
I've been toiling so hard in the vineyard
Pay your debts to the word made flesh
East meets west in the word made flesh
I see you talking, but I still can't hear
Like a box of glass blocking off my ears
Turn off the charm and prey on your fears
Brainless pests for the word made flesh
Wall Street desks curse the word made flesh
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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(V – 1988) Fighting Fate
Oh, things out of control we call real fate
For factors far unknown too decide our state!
But things there are we must not see as mere fate;
Such things if controlled can oh, alter our state!
No thunder or tyrant is ever such fate
If faced with courage and soon held to checkmate!
Oh, thou art the architect of thy own fate!
So fight well with will and thus safeguard thy state!
At times we may fall to some strange, cruel fate;
By them should never our will still abate!
With arrows of resolve and faith, fight thy fate!
Oh, give no space ever to stand or to wait!
So bow not or falter before any fate;
Oh, fear and despair will thy fate aggravate!
Grim panic and anguish will strengthen our fate;
They make us, oh, lick a time unduly late!
So well in advance to, oh, face any fate
Thou equip thyself and thus secure thy state!
Challenges of life are challenges of fate –
So meeting them well, oh, means living life great!
This is the day
This is the day I have been waiting for
Let's face the fate to decide our fate.
This is the day that will alter our fate
let's sit and decide what to be done next
we may skip and pass on but
we still would regret as it will be too late.
Should never regret for not saying good bye
so let's sit and decide our fate.
Don't make it too late to decide our fate
don't regret after for not saying your love to me.
poem by P. Ashok Kumar
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Pigs
Spending their entire lives
in small, metal cages; growing
fat on the cornmeal and
corn syrup that sustains them;
being unable to fit where
fate has housed them,
the pigs stare at the ground,
gazing into the dirt
that softens beneath their feet—
their cloven hooves digging,
mud clumping,
in the earth.
Then, one day, while
they are daydreaming,
pondering about a
better life, wondering
what it would be like
to feast—feral curiosity beaming
through the resignation that
crusts their drooping eyelids—
they fall into a deep,
synthetic sleep,
a slow-rolling,
apneic slumber.
Legs up, the pigs are hoisted
onto a stainless steel railing,
tethered to it by firmly
knotted ropes, and knives are placed
between their jaws and their
neck bones. Before long, the blades
jet in, exsanguinating the beasts,
letting the blood trickle down
from the jugular veins to pool
below the severed skin—
dripping, dripping,
heavy, tiny droplets dripping.
As the bodies drain, a machine
carries them to a hot, iron cauldron
where they are dipped in scalding water,
their hair boiling from their flesh,
torching as the last streams
of life flood from their neck.
Pulled up, the air steams as skin cools,
and evisceration approaches—
decapitation, being slit in half,
intestines tugged from the open pouch,
bones slipped from inside the muscle…
all washed and cut.
The other pigs remain oblivious,
penned up in the comforts
of symmetry—held captive
in the benefits of a regular meal
and a functional routine of being.
They do not know that they
exist for the purpose of being
gutted, nor do they realize
that such a reality is an option.
They simply stare at the ground
and feed themselves fat,
waiting in small, metal cages.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Blame me
Blame me for everything,
Spare me for nothing,
I left behind special thing,
My memory to miss something,
It was to last and something to cherish,
Till I am forgotten and completely perished,
My soul still roams and not finished,
Blot on old cloths removed andwashed
I was awaiting a simple death,
To live alive in memory and breath,
So till last I may have say,
With beautiful time and day
All dues and regards I pay,
Still she may have all the say,
She may have hopes in sun rays,
I still hesitate and remember in many ways,
I will remain calm and narrate,
Always grant her higher the rate,
May be it was my fate,
What to write and what to state,
I had simple memory as clean slate,
I may be called or addressed as late,
I may have long wait to decide the fate
Before it is. All over and nothing to state
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Who is to judge?
Family Heads, are you right to judge?
Political Heads, are you wise to judge?
Religious Heads, are you just to judge?
Judicial Heads, are you true to judge?
Individuals, are you free to judge?
One is right to one’s act.
Each act ends with its fate
As each birth meets its death.
Which birth is not just?
Which act is not just?
Who are you and I to judge?
Time is supreme and beyond us.
08.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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This Is Pure Fun, A Play, A Dollhouse, A Stack Of Cards
nothing serious, no one dies seriously in this war of words,
not really, just plain clean healthy fun, a mahjong game, pong and
ping, a ping pong ball thrown to the twilight zone, a dot dissolving in air,
and yes, the full moon, and the hide and seek of the trees, pulling seams
and putting back the dresses
caresses and buttresses
no murder here, just plain, clean healthy fun
pun, and wits and not tumors, humors, not tremorous but
fabulous, marvelous, garrolous, just plain, clean, healthy fun
no offense, no malice, no pubic hairs,
i like your dollhouse, the dolll has wavy eyelashes, and
her panty is clean and neat and white, i like the stack of cards,
and the tarot and the cubes, the dice of my luck.
just pure fun really, we say, we choose happiness, and desire
and shall i say lust? skip it. this is pure fun, clean and healty and wise.
the birds recite the prayers. the worms their novenas.
the frogs the hymns of paradise, the fishes spotted
are all chanting praises, basically gregorian.
a dollhouse, a dole out, layers of dresses.
it is so hot and so warm she goes out to breather some air.
there is so much dressing the lettuce leaves are buried
six feet below the main dish.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If people let government decide what foods they eat and what medicines they take, their bodies will soon be in as sorry a state as are the souls of those who live under tyranny.
quote by Thomas Jefferson
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Three Lazy Bulky Women
Three lazy bulky women,
Sleeping on a bed,
What a loud snore they have,
Almost busted my ear drums,
If you see them watching TV,
Or you know how they eat,
They have such untidy manners,
You’ll feel to vomit in that scene,
Three lazy bulky women,
How disgusting they are,
Don’t comb their hair,
Or brush their teeth,
Just walk around the way they are,
Three lazy bulky women,
Don’t go too near them,
For you r going to get a disease,
That is lazy-yendriya.
poem by Meriam Joseph
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Heartless
Can't you see he's the heartless
Your pain is not love
He's taking it too far
Don't you know it is wrong
You're the one for me lady
You're the one
If you'd only see in my heart
You'd know all is not lost
Your time is running out
And you still haven't made up your mind
Can't you see he's the heartless
And you're one of a kind
He's the heartless
You can't see he's the heartless
Your pain won't ever be love
It doesn't matter how hard you try
To you all is lost
He's the heartless
song performed by by H.I.M.
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Let us not say that we will decide on a political basis at the national level that no State is competent to regulate the practice of medicine in that State if they decide to allow a doctor to prescribe marijuana, because that is what we are talking about.
quote by Barney Frank
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In Daydreams
In daydreams, I seek
a place where I have been
and wish I could have stayed.
A place where the air was clean
and not affected by pollution,
a place where in quiet times there
no heads of confusion fret.
A place where friends sheltered you
with cloaks of love and care.
A place where at sunset
everything felt at peace
to trampling troubles
or stabbing fingers.
Just a place where tranquillity lay
in daydreams I wish
once more to be there.
13 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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Spies, spice!
Spies, spice!
Had, heir, here, harm, ham, hymn, hard, hade;
And like the best thing that i ever had from you,
But, give this letter to your friend.
Hard, hand, hang, hare, hear, hate, him, hide, heed!
But, keep it clean;
And, keep on moving, up forward! !
In unity as one flesh.
Feelings,
Selection,
In the name of love!
He, her, his, hip, harp, help, heard, hymen;
And like one's flesh.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Being heartless is inhumane
Neither flesh nor bone
Do I want from you,
But a place in your heart,
That no woman
At this stage can turn down
Unless she is heartless,
Merciless and ungrateful.
How do you turn heartless!
For, for the very heart
I took you to my heart?
27.10.99, Palak
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Inevitability
Ahead of the rest.
No other choice
Than to sit and wait.
Watch the pillar collapse.
See the heads of past leaders,
Fly around the bodies of the living…
Of the screaming.
Truth postponed
By the statues of stone.
By their empty promise of hope.
Centuries in the making…
Inevitable trillion dollar ship sinking.
The seas full of blue
Where light shines through…
Will swallow the remains…
For God's words will not
Go in vain.
poem by Erica Borges
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The Obvious
Wake me from this altered state
My future's looking brighter all the time
I'm stumbling and delirious
Something's changed since those teenage days
I'm growing into my own
I'm the talk of the town
Looking strange and I'll say it out loud
There's nothing left to hide
When duplicating the obvious
And it's nothing we decide
Like you, like me
Twist my words so they reed me wrong
The truth was neevr good enough for you
Is that the best you can do?
Talk me down look in my face
Look at you now, feeling like the clown
Next time you should think it over
There's nothing left to hide
Nothing left to hide
When duplicating the obvious
When duplicating the obvious
And it's nothing we decide
Liek you, like me
With no reason, you twist my words
'Cause you're helpless lost in a state of madness
In a state of madness
In a state of madness
Lost in a state of madness
In a state of madness
In a state of madness
Lost in a state of madness
In a state of madness
Lost in a state of madness
Lost in a state of madness
song performed by by Orgy
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My Fate Which Is Mine
My eyes are wide shut, facing the sea
Watching the movement, how can this be?
Ripples, waves, crashing on me
Then I awake, my wall I now see
Who says it was fake, it could be sign
Something bad is coming, or is it Gods design
I will just wait and see, I think ill be fine
Is it His life, or is it mine
Do we make our own decisions, are they already said?
Is my next day determined, before I lay in bed?
Should I stay up and worry, or lay down my head
Will I figure it out, before I am dead?
I decide my own fate, my fate which is mine
Should I save all my money, or spend my last dime
Should I be angry, or remain benign
Take days to think, you’ll run out of time
I decide my own fate, my fate which is mine
poem by Ryan Stark
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Intoxicating
my eyes are heavy
wanting to sleep but can't
for the memory of yo is intoxicating
ingrained in my mind
the way your breath
(hot on my neck)
gave me chills
the way your hands
(iceicles on my flesh)
burned me
our secret sighs wispered into the air around us
as our bodies, pressed together
screamed for more
so now when my heavy eyes droop
the memory of losing myself
in your eyes
is intoxicating
poem by Mackenzie Scholte
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Sleepy Time Girl (Song) :
Sleepy time girl.She never gets her rest.
Sleepy time girl.She never does her best.
At anything!
Sleepy time girl.She's never on the ball.
Sleepy time girl.Her words! They're always
off the wall.
That little sleepy time girl.
Sleepy time girl.Sleepy time girl.
She's always late for school.
Sleepy time girl.
She never ever seems to care.
That little sleepy time girl..
Short-Song-Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1986,2009..
ALL rights reserved..
poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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Go take a Holiday
Go take a holiday, somewhere so quiet,
And if need be, leave your pets with the vet;
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Then maybe go on a train for a trip to the sea,
Might be Adelaide, or Perth, enjoy the scenery.
Go take a holiday, to the far north, on a jet plane,
To cairns, or Darwin, where, no where is it the same;
What about take a glass bottom boat to an island or two,
But; don't get seasick, or get stung, it's a warning for you.
Go for a holiday, to the Mornington peninsula, to a flat,
Try Rosebud, or Sorrento, to the folks, have a chat;
Go to the back beach, feed the lively seagulls there,
They love to eat your picnic meal, they say share.
Go take a holiday, to Philip Island, in the car,
It takes almost a day to get there, it's so far;
You'll see the penguins and a seal or two,
Some koalas in the trees, and kangaroos too.
Go take a holiday, over on the car ferry,
To Tasmania, all night, out on the rough sea;
Then go see the pioneer settlements, down there,
Then up to the German village, some tasty food to share.
Go take a holiday, to the big rock, Uluru, see the view,
Be careful of the dingoes, and the snakes, they'll bite you;
Take the train then, but on four legs with a hump,
I mean a 12 camel train, the ride will give you a bump.
Whenever you decide to go when you go away,
Whatever state you decide, have a safe holiday;
Pray before you go, for safety, for your family,
And don't drive unsafely, be wise, do go sleepy.
poem by Margaret Haig
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