Death Valley
The night drew on a midnight chill,
Everything went on over the hill,
Everyone asleep in their bed,
Everyone knew,
But not a word be said.
They were asleep dreaming of peace,
Everyone remembers the day it seized,
That awful, awful day,
No one has anything to say.
What all happened was a blur,
Strangest thing to occur,
A world's thrill of devastation.
Everyone tried,
But since He took control,
Everyone died,
So did every animal.
We are the only livers,
Every stomach quivers,
Of the mentioning of that name.
Oh, that name, oh that name,
Even the name He.
Every nerve quivers inside me,
Of the strength of His power.
poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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Albin the Aardvark
In Albany abides an aardvark, Albin. Albin is an albino animal. All around Albin's abode, abound the almighty ants. Another animal abiding alongside Albin's abode is Algie the alligator. He's an animal alligator. Almost all afternoon Albin the aardvark ambles up and down the alley always alert. Almost all afternoon Algie the alligator is asleep in the alley. One afternoon, Albin the aardvark ambles alongside and awakes Algie. 'Al! Any appetite? ' 'Auuuuuuugh! , ' answers Algie, 'Awful appetite.' After ambling around, Albin goes abed and is asleep. Algie is also asleep with an awful appetite. What do you think Algie the Alligator could eat with the awful appetite? (Algie can only eat things that start with 'A'. Help me out. I can only think of 8.) . I don't know if this is considered a poem or not. Help me out.
poem by Ben Gieske
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River Shannon
Oh Shannon
I might be dreaming'
The stars fell down on the factory
The cathedrals repeating, the light receding
Bells on another day
Have you ever seen my face
Fast asleep and dreaming'?
Oh Shannon
The lightning' fell
There's an army down by the riverside
But I might be dreaming'
I can see that you don't believe me
And I might be dreaming'
If I dip into your water
Fall through my reflection
I will shadow myself anyway
Have you ever seen my face
Fast asleep and dreaming'?
And it don't seem right
That I don't get no sleep at night
What's the river gonna know about leaving'?
Oh Shannon
The soldiers are coming'
The guns are drumming' the night away
Rain, rain go away
Come again some other day
When I got time for believing'
Have you ever seen my face
Fast asleep and dreaming'?
Yeah! What is there left to believe in?!
Oh Shannon
I might be dreaming'
I might be wasting' my life away
listening' to you
Down on under the streetlight
You shudder and beat
The edge of the waterway
And I know if I had time
I might dive in your water
Lie right down in the evening rain
I just want this pain, pain to go away
Come again some other day
When I got time for bleeding'
Have you ever seen my face
Fast asleep and dreaming'?
And it don't seem right that I don't get no sleep at night
What's the river gonna know about leaving'?
Oh Shannon
I might be dreaming
song performed by by Counting Crows
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Another Saturday Night
Another saturday night and I aint got nobody
Ive got some money cause I just got paid
Now how I wish I had someone to talk to
Im in an awful way.
I got in town a month ago
I seen a lot of girls since then,
If I could meet em I could get em
But as yet I havent met em
Thats how Im in the state Im in.
Chorus
Another fella told me
He had a sister who looked just fine
Instead of bein my deliverance
She had a strange resemblance
To a cat named frankenstein.
Chorus
Its hard on a fella
When he dont know his way around
If I dont find me a honey
To help me spend my money
Im gonna have to blow this town.
Another saturday night and I aint got nobody
Ive got some money cause I just got paid
How I wish I had someone to talk to
Im in an awful, ooh, Im in an awful way,
Hes in an awful way, Im in an awful way,
Im in an awful way, hes in an awful way.
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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This Beast I have Become
This animal.....it's still caged in side.....tearing me apart......help me tame this animal......I can not control myself.....who cares is you see the darkest side of me......help me through this nightmare.....its tearing me apart....I can't ecsape this hell.....help it's till caged inside....i can't control myself.....help me tame this animal.....wake me from this night mare.....no will ever kill this thing......this beast i have become....ITS STILL INSIDE......TEARING ME APART......THIS ANIMAL....
poem by Dallas Stevens
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The Quivers Of The Heart....
THESE ARE our quivers, we have arrived at a dead end, and we face walls,
we look for the outline of a door and then a window
there is no sketch of a rectangle
or square
or a hole
we are praying for a leak of light to this dark room
existence
they say the sun does not shine anymore
the flowers are shy
and kept themselves locked in the tightness of their buds
these are the quivers of our imagined endings
our hands are shaking
the world is suffering to an earthquake of
values shattered
we like to speak only when we are far away from each other
our display of affection is well demonstrated by our constant hiding
we have devolved into shadows
and invoking words cannot take the substitute of the flesh
i am a stranger now arriving at a new place where people do not know
me.
as i speak, they continue looking outside, waiting for the right train.
i sit on a chair behind them. I sip my coffee. I pay for what i eat and drink.
i am lost, but this is what i want. I too, look outside, waiting for the right hour to arrive.
these are our quivers. We have no exact hold. Our hands are blistered with so much heat from inside our guts.
temper stored. anger contained. sorrow concealed.
one day, i shall write the poem about an annihilation of us.
when you read it, and that is the right hour, i am already gone.
nowhere. where is it? i also do not know.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Understanding the Animals
the stomach is an animal
it can be the best of pets
if you can talk to it, get it
to listen and understand you
you can talk to your stomach
to lessen the flood of gastric juices
yon can calm it down by
chanting to it a mantra of peace
and when you have mastered
the art to handle your stomach
transfer that knowledge to any animal
it soon will also nod to you at your every word
understanding your belly s key to understand an animal
talk to it like you talk to the belly
the common bond between all animals
you either live to go into one or live to feed one
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Awful
Swing low sweet cherry
Make it awful
Its your life, its your party, its so awful
Lets start a fire
Lets have riot! yeah its awful
It was punk
Yeah, it was perfect now its awful
They know how to break all the girls like you
And they rob the souls of the girls like you
Swing low, cherry, cherry
Yeah its awful
Hes drunk, he tastes
Like candy, hes so beautiful
Hes so deep like dirty water
God, hes awful
Youre lost, oh, wheres your daddy - its so awful
And they royalty rate all the girls like you
And they sell it out to the girls like you
To incorporate little girls
Hey, run away with the light
Run away its divine
Lets run away, yeah, tonight and
Well steal the light of the world
Swing low, sweet cherry, yeah, its awful
Youre ripe for the picking, its so awful
Youve got your youth
Dont waste your money
Yeah its awful
I was punk!
Now Im just stupid!
Im so awful
Oh, just shut up youre only 16
If the world is so wrong
Yeah you can break them all
With one song
If the world is so wrong yeah you can take it all
With one song
Swing low sweet cherry
Make it awful
They bought it all, just build a new one,
Make it beautiful...yeah
song performed by by Hole
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Midnight On The Mansion Hill
No rings or vows, no settling down,
Not on the cheating side of town
We took that short and winding road
Up through the trees where no-one goes
No veils or lace, no wedding cake
And no thought for the hearts we’d break
No, not until we’d had our fill
‘bout midnight on the mansion hill
No roses, cards, or kids to raise
Just forty nights and forty days
It had to end and we both knew
The very moment we broke through
No walking out, no worn out shoes
No long ascent, no coy refuse,
Just sudden crush and overspill
‘bout midnight on the mansion hill
Mid-summer long by stars or moon
By breaking dawn that broke too soon
We pushed the limits of the light
And kept the real world out of sight
‘til one night in the afterglow
The silent tears began to flow
and years of love began to chill
that midnight on the mansion hill
No sadness darling, no regret
The die was cast, the course was set
Though you were worth the two of us
The rules say one should be enough
And I’m the last one to pretend
I wouldn’t do the same again
No holding back, no ritual
‘bout midnight on the mansion hill
And oh my friend I won’t ask why
You rolled the dice - you can’t deny –
I failed the test and all was changed
I threw away the years we’d shared
Her beauty was my sole defence
For trading in my innocence
For more than momentary thrill
‘bout midnight on the mansion hill
10 12 11
Sonnet 19
If only you could draw in every night
like stars drew beauty on the vicious sky
your glance in shapeless thoughts and say “delight,
I grew in pain with eyes beneath your eye”.
Then throw your sorrow from your soul to mine,
but never try to stare beyond a blade,
and give me hope when quivers must combine
all pity corners where I’m just a shade.
If only I could read in heart and mind
the best solution to an endless breeze,
I would reveal the secrets of mankind
through my perception of its pure disease.
My peace, your peace and our peace remain
with love in life when life is now in vain.
poem by Ionuț Popa (30 September 2008)
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Sunset Falls
i watched the sunset fall
i was alone, i had no where to go
i had just been told
these awful dreams they come alive from stone
i watched them talk for days
over how we cannot see the peace
begging on my knees
but for nothing he just stares at me
im left alone, no where to go
as sunset falls, im dreaming
he'll always lay beside to watch her sleeping
he'll stand there in the rain to see her smiling
she cant leave knowing that she'll always love him
days end, the sunset falls
i watched the sunrise die
i was so close to letting time go by
woke up from the lies
believing that you were no longer mine
silence fills the night
where am i and whats caught on my mind
as we turn back time
but for something he's still part of me
part of my dream, as i fall asleep
as sunset falls, im dreaming
i heard his heart beating
as he lay there all so close to me
thats when i believed
our sunset fall, our sun just rise up
poem by Shak Orlando
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Devastatus
the news was awful
and it was devastating for dr. serafin
he waited
and there was no cure
there was only this falling
and failing
and falling
on an abyss
without for him
an end
dr. serafin did not cry
his wife did
she imagined a city
destroyed by this quake
and then fire came
and burned
the whole city
that ate
all the women
and children
there was in actuality
no earthquake
no city fire
there were only tears
from her eyes
and she said
what she did not really see
she felt
all the way down to the
smallest nerve
of her toes
dr. serafin was devastated
that was the only word
he knew
and it is still inside his heart
i waited for him to say
he does not believe
in God anymore
but he did not say it
he couldn't
he just did not have any courage at all
to be honest
he did not ask me
either
he knows i do not have the courage
too
there is simply no word
inside my heart
yet
for all these miseries
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Autumn Leaves
Autumn leaves knew the quivers of the heart
A gust of wind whirled in the blooms of seasons
Lifting from the ground
Summer yellow grains winter white brides
Spring sprinkled footprints resting on a doorstep
Spinning them round in a dizzy dance of sighs
Autumn leaves knew the quivers of the heart
The secret of an entrance into open shrines
Of ripe fruit burdens bursting in a treetop
Sweet juice bestowed on a thirsty lip
And of eager clouds carrying swelling drops
To wash the face of earth in newly born skies
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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All White
this afternoon you are
all white, so neat to see,
my flesh quivers
to kiss your lips
and hold your face
lick your body undressed
tonight
without all these white
trappings on
now either you are brown
or black, but just the same
my flesh quivers
for leopards and
black birds and
dark nights moaning
for love.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Homeland Attired In The Chasuble Of Nerves…
A muscle is a muscle, and nothing else,
It is armed forces, power and weapon.
And the nerve of the muscle can
Ascend the mounts of reason…
It resists the power of the assault,
And the invader, too, seems exhausted.
Power is power, and force is force…
It ploughs even the mountain slopes.
A muscle is a muscle, and nothing else,
It is weapon, armed forces and power.
The troops of those muscles,
The muscles themselves
Make a very durable armor.
Muscles protect veins –
The current of life and being,
The willpower’s invisible shield.
The muscle of the heart
Is always on duty,
The pendulum of breath
Never tires out,
And the sound nerve
Encourages and inspires
All the virtues and merits
Of the universe…
A muscle is a muscle, nothing else.
The muscular world storms and rages,
And the sensitive wave of blood
Drills even the leaders and sages.
O muscle, keep awake, keep vigil!
Do not put out the fire of reason!
The homeland attired
In the chasuble of nerves
Quivers, rages and frets…
A muscle is a muscle, and nothing else,
It is armed forces, power and weapon,
And the nerve of the muscle can
Ascend the mounts of reason.
The troops of muscles,
The muscles themselves
Make a very durable armor.
Force is force…
It ploughs even the slopes,
And power is power…
poem by Janri Gogeshvili
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Those That Work Till Midnight
there are those that work till midnight
even beyond it
when all are asleep and busy with their dreams
when all the lights of the houses and even the streets
are turned off
there are those who cannot sleep and make their
nights days
there are those who know what their mission in life is
not counting the hours
not minding the sacrifices
like a candle they burn both ends
there are those who die earlier than expected
these are those who do not complain and
not say a word
for what they have done
they give all that they have and that is what only matters
they do not even care if the world remembers
you read this poem and it is 11: 24 in the evening
in this silent hour, you are one of them,
i salute you, my dear friend and companion.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Another Saturday Night
Another saturday night
By: sam cooke
Chorus:
Another saturday night and I aint got nobody
Ive got some money cause I just got paid
How I wish I had someone to talk to
Im in an awful way
I got in town a month ago
Ive seen a lot of girls since then
If I could meet em I could get em
But as yet I havent met em
Thats why Im in the shape Im in
Chorus:
Oh, another saturday night and I aint got nobody
Ive got some money cause I just got paid
How I wish I had someone to talk to
Im in an awful way
Now another fella told me
He had a sister who looked just fine
Instead of being my deliverance
She had a strange resemblance
To a cat name frankenstein
Chorus:
Oh, another saturday night and I aint got nobody
Ive got some money cause I just got paid
How I wish I had some chick to talk to
Im in an awful way
Chorus:
Yeah, another saturday night and I aint got nobody
Ive got some money cause I just got paid
How I wish I had someone to talk to
Im in an awful way
Its hard on a fella
When he dont know his way around
If I dont find me a honey
To help me spend this money
Im headin back to key west town
Chorus:
Oh, another saturday night and I aint got nobody
Ive got some money cause I just got paid
How I wish I had someone to talk to
Im in an awful way
Chorus:
Just another saturday night and I aint got nobody
Ive got some money cause I just got paid
How I wish I had some chick to talk to
Im in an awful way
-- spoken:
Its awful. all dressed up and no place to go. no one to help me spend
My flow. another saturday night. get me the pizza man.
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Trouble With Dreams
There's nothin' that I wanna do
More than get alone and be with you
Trouble with dreams is they don't come true
And when they do they can catch up to you
You don't need a thing from me
But I need something big from you
'Cause you know I've got an awful lot of big dreams
I'm walking down a lonely road
Clay to me now, but I was never told
Trouble with dreams is you never know
When to hold on and when to let go
If you let me down, it's alright
At least ???
'Cause you know I've got an awful lot of big dreams
This is the life that I must leave now
Cross my fingers and wiping brow
Trouble with dreams is you can't pretend
Something that no beginning and has an end
You don't need a thing from me
But I need something big from you
'Cause you know I've got an awful lot of big dreams
song performed by by Eels
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Why There's No Peace
Too many people are half asleep.
With one eye closed,
And the other that peeks.
When they are alone,
They hear a door that creaks.
And maybe to their feet,
They just might leap!
Where is that peace,
We've been praying to believe in?
And where do gossipers at night go?
The ones who claim to see,
Everything from their windows?
Too many people are half asleep.
With one eye closed,
And the other that peeks.
When they are alone,
They hear a door that creaks.
And maybe to their feet,
They just might leap!
Nobody's feeling safe behind doors anymore.
And those who snore loudly,
Are told they bore!
Where is that peace,
We've been praying to believe in?
Too many people are half asleep.
Where is that peace,
We've been praying to believe in?
Too many people are half asleep.
And where do gossipers at night go?
The ones who claim to see,
Everything from their windows?
Nobody's feeling safe behind doors anymore.
And those who snore loudly,
Are told they bore!
Too many people are half asleep.
And bored with each other,
That is why there's no peace!
Too many people are half asleep.
And bored with each other,
That is why there's no peace!
Too many people are half asleep.
Too many people are half asleep.
And bored with each other,
That is why there's no peace!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dead Boys Poem
The child sits and weeps,
How could this be all that matters,
Why did this have to hurt so deep,
How could this be life?
The child sits with the pain inside,
He sits with his heart in his chest,
‘How could I have died? ’
Is all he thinks, he forgets the rest.
The child’s eyes closed so tight,
His fists clenched so strong
He feels the night,
He knows everything that happened was wrong.
The child stands and looks into the houses light
He stares at not the window,
Not at the sight,
Yet only for the weeping widow.
The child stands holding the gun,
The gun he died holding,
As he remembers his father killing him, his only son
He remembers his father scolding.
He knows he took a life,
Yet he knows his father took his,
He remembers not the taking of his father’s life,
Only the pain of his father stealing his.
His eyes so dark,
His mind so lost,
His hand tracing deaths mark,
As he remembers it’s cost.
He remembers the scene, the time,
He remembers the look in his father’s face,
He remembers doing the crime,
He remembers seeing the pain in his father’s face.
But then his memory stops,
And reality takes place,
For this is when he dropped,
This is when life left his face.
He walks past,
To eternity; to roam
Of all his memories this shall be his last
For this is the dead boy’s poem.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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The Telegraph Operator
I will not wash my face;
I will not brush my hair;
I "pig" around the place--
There's nobody to care.
Nothing but rock and tree;
Nothing but wood and stone,
Oh, God, it's hell to be
Alone, alone, alone!
Snow-peaks and deep-gashed draws
Corral me in a ring.
I feel as if I was
The only living thing
On all this blighted earth;
And so I frowst and shrink,
And crouching by my hearth
I hear the thoughts I think.
I think of all I miss--
The boys I used to know;
The girls I used to kiss;
The coin I used to blow:
The bars I used to haunt;
The racket and the row;
The beers I didn't want
(I wish I had 'em now).
Day after day the same,
Only a little worse;
No one to grouch or blame--
Oh, for a loving curse!
Oh, in the night I fear,
Haunted by nameless things,
Just for a voice to cheer,
Just for a hand that clings!
Faintly as from a star
Voices come o'er the line;
Voices of ghosts afar,
Not in this world of mine;
Lives in whose loom I grope;
Words in whose weft I hear
Eager the thrill of hope,
Awful the chill of fear.
I'm thinking out aloud;
I reckon that is bad;
(The snow is like a shroud)--
Maybe I'm going mad.
Say! wouldn't that be tough?
This awful hush that hugs
And chokes one is enough
To make a man go "bugs".
There's not a thing to do;
I cannot sleep at night;
No wonder I'm so blue;
Oh, for a friendly fight!
The din and rush of strife;
A music-hall aglow;
A crowd, a city, life--
Dear God, I miss it so!
Here, you have moped enough!
Brace up and play the game!
But say, it's awful tough--
Day after day the same
(I've said that twice, I bet).
Well, there's not much to say.
I wish I had a pet,
Or something I could play.
Cheer up! don't get so glum
And sick of everything;
The worst is yet to come;
God help you till the Spring.
God shield you from the Fear;
Teach you to laugh, not moan.
Ha! ha! it sounds so queer--
Alone, alone, alone!
poem by Robert William Service
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