Animal Spirits
They love all the secrets of animal spirits,
Launching a missile at them, like a bullet or three.
Afresh the missiles flow at a second quarry,
These project a dangerous blow to the spirit inside.
My question is simple to these beasts of menace:
Why do we hate each other a lot, like a good return is given?
This income is small, it smelt of hard work,
And the animals are attacking us, just attacking us!
They love these invisible thoughts of life,
The thoughts that matter to hunters and hunted.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Today, lawyers are attacking more; they're attacking everything. A good example is the O.J. Simpson case.
quote by Joseph Wambaugh
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I Do Not Hate.....
I hate the way you drive me mad
And the way my head won't shut
I hate that you can make me glad
And the burning that won't cut
I hate the way you made me fall]
And how myself i found
I hate my mobile when you call
I hate that stupid sound
I hate the way my heart shivers
The time you call my cell
I hate that thoughts flow like rivers
Inside my head is hell
I hate the way you read my mind
I hate what you make me feel
I hate how I've become this blind
I hate that you are real
I hate it how you stole my pride
I hate that I admit
I hate the way I boil inside
And how my heart you lit
I hate to think that you are small
I hate to think you're not
I hate to think that above all
I might not get a shot
I hate the things you make me do
And how you make me shove
I hate that i do not hate you
I hate it might be love...
It is this power structure which the Radical Right in the United States has been attacking for years in the belief that they are attacking the Communists.
quote by Carroll Quigley
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My Thoughts Of Suicide
Here I sit and write this poem
Thinking of all I love and all I hate
Thoughts of suicide thinking its my fate
I think of all the times I used to laugh
And now I wish I'd just die
How did so much misery come in to my life
And now all I have are thoughts of suicide
Crying every night is not the way to live
Heck I'm still a kid
I should be out hanging with all my friends
But these thoughts of suicide haunt my head
Will they care when I am gone
When nothings left expect my thoughts
And this small poem telling everyone
I will be no more in about an hour
Don't try to save me
Just save your tears
Nothing can stop me
Because i have thoughts of suicide
Heres to the end my dear friend
I hope you live life through
This is the end to this girls life
And all her thoughts to boot
Nothing there but my thoughts my secret thoughts of suicide
poem by Danielle Arsuaga
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Spirit's About Us
If they are spirits about us,
Would we do the things that we do
Or would we want to be better persons
Especially if they be spirits we once had knew.
Would we still say the things that we do say
And would we act the ways that we do,
That is, if they are spirits among us,
And if any of them, we once had knew.
If we knew they were here about us
And that never we were not alone,
No matter where we might go or what we might do
Or whether we be traveling or here at home.
Would we act the way that we do act
Or would we think about the things that we do
Would we say the things that we do say
If we knew that a spirit were next to me or you.
Would we still cheat or think about cheating
Or telling lies to the people that we meet
Especially if we knew loved ones were next to us
And our sins cause those spirits to weep.
Would we still act the way that we act
And would we think about the things we do
Would we say the things that we say
Especially what's inside of me and you.
Would we still hate and cause others to sin
Even though we knew we couldn't be caught
If only that we knew the spirits were next to us
And their love for us, we haven't forgot.
So I now live my life in happiness and joy
As I want to live my life sinless and complete
Never do I want to bring sadness or any pain
As I don't know who is standing next to me.
As if they are any spirits about us
And if there is a spirit standing next to me
I would hope to bring that spirit pride and joy
Instead of sadness, disappointment and humility.
So as I bring my thinking to a closure
And as I think of the time that our life is through
We best be careful what we do or think
As we know not what spirit, is standing next to me or you.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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If it is indeed impossible - or at least very difficult - to inhabit the consciousness of an animal, then in writing about animals there is a temptation to project upon them feelings and thoughts that may belong only to our own human mind and heart.
quote by J.M. Coetzee
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Stop Not These Tears…
do we have the right
to be called human
just because we know
how to conceal our nudity?
do we have the right
to be called human
just because we can
translate our gibberish
thoughts into meaningful(?) words?
do we have the right
to be called human
just because we mastered
the art of standing(?) on two legs?
whoever named this natural
instinct all living organisms share
as love?
how misplaced is the emotion!
how misinterpreted is the emotion!
is it love if it craves so much bloodshed?
is it love if it doesn’t allow a young girl
her freedom to grow?
is there no way the young girl
of today be saved from the brutal
clutches of ‘love? ’
to call these brutes animals
would make the animals rebel
animals don’t know how to
muddle themselves and kill their own
in the name of ‘love’
o, god i humbly pray to you
please, please save this species
from ‘love’
o, god
save our young girls from
the maniacs on rampage
in the name of ‘love’
lacerated young bodies
acid hurled faces
no longer can i see
no longer can i stand
witness to a young girl’s
body axed and shredded
to innumerable pieces
o, god
please save us
pleaser save us
please…plea…se!
Attacking young school and college going girls with acid or axe or knife has become the order of the day. Yesterday was another incident where the maniac barged into the house and killed the parents on the spot and axed the girl for she refused his advances, in a small town- Rajahmundy in Andhra Pradesh, India. Each of these words are borne of my tears and flowed as tears…which proclaimed that there’s still something of human left in me…I don’t want to wipe these tears. It’s the way I pay for my guilt at standing a passive witness…let them flow…n fl…ow…and cleanse me and if they have the power, the world too!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Sly Regrets
I lie on the bed
still tingling
from that love which penetrates
trying to decide if it is satisfaction
I feel
or slow-crawling humiliation.
Has this been my sacrifice,
my condemnation?
Each time it flows this way.
I hear you in the next room
and I am still thinking
as you return.
I take my smile and put it on.
Three dates and we seconds ago lay
in state;
was this the end or a beginning?
Unknown at this point.
I need to know
but cannot ask.
To ask would be to grab
the butterfly by the wings
and hope they don't break.
I look to you for clues;
your eyes,
but they are only staring blanks.
'You ok? You say.
My answer is mute.
My question un-askable.
You say again 'Are you ok. You look
a little pensive.'
Other times I would have left
and placed my cell phone
on vibrate
close to my heart;
wait the next few days
for you to call.
I would tell myself how silly
to bathe in this anxiety
to shower it away with
work and business.
But I know
it will be different with you.
I can't bear the risk
of hiding my thoughts;
to get dressed,
walk away and wait.
You are watching me.
I’m nervous;
sensing you are sensing
something is up with me.
I hear your thoughts
ranging from fear,
to doubting your own performance;
to wondering if
I will raise the commitment flag
and hint that having sex
now required
some payment
in emotional coin;
or if you'll perceive
sly attacking regrets from me.
We both sit
side by side on the bed
each now
swirling away to interior places
where we consult Inner Fears
which tell us precisely
if and how much
we each are worth
this night.
An eternity.
That is how silences feel-
and this ones go on,
unbearably.
No words;
but then
a touching hand:
small thing;
but given and
gratefully received;
small wonderment
where trembling touch
between relative strangers
now sharing finger-tipped intimacy
greater than bedroom sex brings.
It was a gentle brush of a kiss
not the great Passionate One;
It was quiet and sweet.
But one question answered
this time:
all that's left
is for us
is to arrange
next time to meet:
and we did.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Pacidy
1970. officially unreleased.
Pacidy, my love
Glowing ember of evening
Your eyes are frozen with guilt
I read my fate on your cheeks
The smoldering coals of a passion
Once a meadow of hope
Days of minstrels and bright steeds
Autumn nights and silk sheets
Your tender battle shadow on me
Scented lavender kiss-es, soft and warm
The union of strength in a love against life
Love against life
Pacidy, my love
Your touch, so limp, was once frenzied
Your argon lips were once sweet
A life has slipped through my hands
My spirits sift in a stale sigh
Did love exist as a dream?
Mother fawn of a pine wood
Shepherdess of my grief
Veils a freedom not for me
Far beyond the steep ridge, where blizzards
Blast the spirit of man, the frailest of beasts
Frailest of beasts
Where blizzards
Blast the spirit of man, the frailest of beasts
Frailest of beasts
Where blizzards
Blast the spirit of man, the frailest of beasts
Frailest of beasts
song performed by by Genesis
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A 500th poem
Why should I not celebrate it as an auspicious occasion?
Completion of 500th poem should not end my passion
I will have to struggle hard to make poems known to outside world
Even if I am cold shuddered, relations strained or turn into cold
How many inspired me in this holy drive?
How could I be stayed on for long and survive?
Certainly they captured my heart and soul in open
Why should I look back to unpleasant things and reopen
I am yet surprised how could I achieve it in good spirit
Who was leading me on path with little lantern dimly lit
Was she all the time leading me safely to destiny?
She held her hand and penned the thoughts with me
What can be remembered more on this day?
The person who led me to walk on this way?
Or the friends who inspired to me to express and say?
They counted so much in my life to find golden ray
I face no or little problem as writer
I need not convince anybody that I am good fighter
They made me strong with their conviction
To withdraw from race is now out of question
I couldn’t believe my eyes how I could do this
Everything went on smoothly without any miss
How important things could just flew in poetry?
Was it miracle or simple matter to find an entry?
I am firmly placed by the grace of God
Friends and readers have given good nod
I was nothing when put first step forward
Their love and affection is only my reward
I shall continue to Endeavour for close contact
Revelation of new development to the subject
I may not live more to witness the outcome
I am sure the new poetry concept will always be welcome
I shall not be bound by any restrictions
It must flow freely for any actions
It has to rise for the support of the poor
Rest all must find no favor or door
Poet must find space in real scene
It must have reflection and clearly seen
My work may be judged tomorrow
I must have simple ethics to follow
I shall strive hard to maintain peace
People must follow it with ease
I must be down to earth poet
It must not spark passion but remain quiet
Words may go down as natural flow
It will not deliver any unjust blow
Cordial relation and harmony must rule the day
My creation may find nothing or something to say
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Do You Have Any Thoughts About Me?
Do you have any thoughts about me?
And I want to know if the thoughts that you have about me
Are any good?
Do you mind sharing the thoughts about me?
What are the thoughts about me like?
Are the thoughts about me semtimental?
Are the thoughts about me very romantic?
Are the thoughts about me full of love?
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Secret
Secrets are good,
Secrets are bad,
I have a secret,
It may make you sad.
Secrets deep,
Secrets shallow,
It may be hard,
To swallow.
Secrets heavy,
Secrets light,
This is to be told,
At night.
Secrets kept,
Secrets told,
This secret,
Is very old.
Secrets of love,
Secrets of hate,
This secret,
Is great.
Secret love,
Secret hate,
My secret,
Is who,
I love.
A guy so sweet,
A guy so great.
A guy so fun,
A guy so nice.
This guy is different,
This guy is a dove.
This is the guy,
Who I love.
Different is great,
Different is sweet,
No one knows us,
So it's great.
This guy is lonely,
This guy is friendless.
I like him,
And he likes me.
No one talks to him,
No one talks to me.
We are the same,
We are different.
He doesn't know,
That I love him,
Cause he knows,
We're the same.
I've no love,
He's caught a dove.
He's had no love,
He taught me how to catch a dove.
He's tall and smart,
He's sweet and friendly,
He's nice and fun,
He's the sun.
I have a secret,
One that's free like a dove,
I have a secret,
That's all about love...
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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Dark and twisted minds
Dark and twisted minds,
blurry and bleeding
to each other, bloody
roads of many cries,
invading the good with
persistent lies.
Constructing a shield
against evil thoughts
and fear. The wizard of
darkness attacking the
light. Bloom him, bloom him,
with powdering glow, strip
down thoughts, make
them reborn, evil must
perish protecting the light.
Reign over head the blessing
of life. Enduring the battle
through dead ends. Break
down the fear and those many
tears will fade at the end.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Her true love
Her true love
She swooped on the snake and
Throw it in the air
Because it was creeping towards her baby
Who was lying under the shadow of a tree?
She was a laborer working on the road.
Suddenly she saw this snake nearby her baby.
She did not hesitate in attacking on the snake.
It may be dangerous for her life also
But she was thinking only for her baby’s life
not about her at that time.
I think that it is mother’s love
Which is not comparable to any one?
Mother’s love is great.
poem by Vijay Gupta
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How to Self Heal.
If you get sick look into your mind,
Let go anger, sorrow, greed, worry, anxiety, frustration, hate,
Even too much joy or loud happiness and unwind.
Since all these destroys some of between
The heart, lungs, liver, kidneys or your spleen.
Negative thoughts bring up negative life experiences,
Positive thoughts with faith in goodness, as small steps.
First love & respect yourself as you are, then know the truth,
Happenings will follow, because we are like an ignorant youth.
Loose the ego, be humble, kind and helpful,
With small changes progress forward and be careful.
Your body is a Universe in small size,
What you think comes to you some way, so improvise.
Better yourself in mind, spirit & physical body,
And your life will be a calm, peaceful rhapsody.
Then your life turns like being in heaven,
If you are kind, helpful, forgiving & grateful, will be no more burden.
When you keep mind, body & spirit in peace and well,
You get your reward from life, that I can tell.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Nothing before time.........
Nothing before time you get
Try very hard or opportunities let
Neither can you curse your luck
Nor you can think or have fresh look
It has something to do with dedication
Constant fall back may be just one indication
Even you try earnestly for right thing
Things may turn out into something
You may get through without any insult
Not putting hard efforts but still good result
You may term it out come of your honesty
Still it shrouds with questions and mystery
You may think why it all turns against you only?
Not going straight way despite acting rightly
Lick and stars favour only at time and place
No amount of work can alter it or replace
HE knows when and where to provide
Enough opportunities without any divide
You may offer only pray and invite
Without burning thoughts inside or ignite
Work hard with complete faith for outcome
You may receive no good return but welcome
Mind will have easy access and no worry
Solid and favourable result without any hurry
Not to burn fingers by looking at others
Unnecessary jealousies and thoughts bother
Will take you nowhere but to despair
Harm may be more and sometimes beyond repair
These are not tips, golden words or advices
It is simple thought to act in vices
Patience may have many more returns unexpected
Harvest may have more yields when collected
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Hate You. But I Love You
I’m tearing in two
And I’m not sure what to do
My heart is screaming I love him
My mind saying I hate him
What do I do
I love him, but I hate him?
I love everything about him
I love how he smiles
I love how he can make me smile
I love how no matter what is going on.
I love how he will always be there
But all the same
I hate him
I hate everything he means for
I hate how he can make me smile
No matter how hard I try not to
I hate how he can make me cry
I hate how he can make me sad
I hate how he can make me feel
I hate how he looks at me with his eyes so kind
I hate how all of this makes me love him even more
I hate how I can’t hate him
Most of all I hate myself
I hate myself because
I can never hate you
poem by Scarred Unknown
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Contrary to popular belief, the most dangerous animal is not the lion or tiger or even the elephant. The most dangerous animal is a shark riding on an elephant, just trampling and eating everything they see.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Second Creation
No strongest and biggest animal in this universe
No weakest and smallest animal in this universe
Only brave animal in this universe
Only coward animal in this universe
Hands, leg, teeth, fangs, stings and poison were
First creation for fighting and self- defense
This widened a great gap between the strong big
Animals and the weak small animals.
The strength of the weak was in blood and heart
Bullet, blades, tip, shell, clubs, and stick were
Second creation to bridge the gap between them
No more strength no more weakness
Only cowardice and courage now
This second creation changed the laws of universe
From respect or fear the king of men or jungle and beasts
To a new doctrine of:
‘’Through an eye of creator see yourself as a lion
Through an eye of humiliation see lion as a worm’’
Never answer provocation, threat, conquest, occupation,
or aggression by girl friendly/ smile or cowardly joke
Although l am neither amongst the biggest nor strongest
Animals in this jungle, I can assure all of you
From man to leopard, elephant to lion that
If Mount Everest provoke me,
And I think upon it, and I decide upon it
And I pass a resolution upon it
At 12 o’clock midday
It rubble can’t be seen
At 6 o’clock in the evening.
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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