Bomb-Scare
An image of a book burgeons tonight,
Today my fright overtook me in light.
Some day, some way, I gather the force
To do goodness, I can not subtract the remorse
I feel inside, deep inside, just lower than the abdomen
And then the swearing happened to awaken.
My misery is with the bomb,
Offered to us by the calm.
My book deserves reading as well,
Let us work on the world with a carousel.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Early Works - Once A Month
Once a month we meet
in each other’s homes
to discuss our work
play, book, stories and poems.
We read aloud our every word
good, bad, indifferent heard.
Help is offered to
for those in need, maybe me, maybe you.
Subjects are abound to us
for our every need;
titles also interest us
and their lore to lead.
Oh our meeting mean much more
than just a talk of words
for somewhere deep within them
a cry of friendship is heard.
From different paths, we lead all day
we gather here tonight
to listen to each other’s words
and our writing light.
We gather here tonight
letting the worlds discord pass us by
friends of words, friends of friends.
As time passes oh, too quickly we sigh
then say goodnight but not goodbye.
29 June 1978
poem by David Harris
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Why.............?
The American book of 'why',
The Asian book of 'why',
The European book of 'why',
The African book of 'why',
The Australian book of 'why',
The most asked question in the valley of world events;
Especially when one explodes a bomb!
The Christian book of 'why',
The Muslim book of 'why',
The Jewish book of 'why',
The Hindu book of 'why',
The Krishna book of 'why',
lLife is like the yeast which makes the bread rise;
But, the writer always has his or her own mind.
The Pagan book of 'why',
The Buddhist book of 'why',
The Protestant book of 'why',
The Confucian book of 'why',
To all life's aspects with the remaining books of 'why';
Poetry is the literature that muses with the mind.
Shall the trumpet be blown in the city and,
The people will not be afraid?
Seven bulls and seven rams,
I am the planted tree by the rivers of waters.
I am very young in years but,
The word 'why' is the question that goes around easily.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Control Freak
Her father was a control freak.
He had to know what she was
reading and seeing and hearing
and whom she was meeting and
hey he said who was that kid I saw
you talking to outside school today?
Archie she said he's just a friend who
likes the bands I like oh so he says
her father said you know what he's
really after? I'll tell you shall I? she
hated it when he went on like that.
Hated his presumption of knowing
what other's thought or what their
deep desires were. He wants to get
inside your panties that's what he's
after her father said and she blushed
and said no he's not he's not that kind
of boy oh what you telling me the kid's
batting for his own team? Huh? Huh?
And some other time as she was reading
a Dostoevsky book he said who's he?
some Russian writer? You read the enemy?
What's a matter with good old American
writers? Not good enough? She closed
the book and put it away in her schoolbag
and took out a battered copy of Naked Lunch
by William Burroughs and started to read.
That's better a good old American writer
her father said and smiled and sat back in
his chair by the fire not knowing the book
opened out a different world for her and
a whole new other kind of deeper desire.
poem by Terry Collett
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Rat Reading
Rat's are
My home
Reading for book's
At night time...!
Each book's
On the book stand
Rat reading
Not very well....! ?
Rat simply
Read some of
Pages only;
Book's are broken
Rat read mean's
Rat bite's
Book's are crying
I am also...
Rat reading
O...sorry
Rat bite's...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The House Was Quiet and The World Was Calm
The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book; and summer night
Was like the conscious being of the book.
The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The words were spoken as if there was no book,
Except that the reader leaned above the page,
Wanted to lean, wanted much most to be
The scholar to whom his book is true, to whom
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
The house was quiet because it had to be.
The quiet was part of the meaning, part of the mind:
The access of perfection to the page.
And the world was calm. The truth in a calm world,
In which there is no other meaning, itself
Is calm, itself is summer and night, itself
Is the reader leaning late and reading there.
poem by Wallace Stevens
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Could It Be Right
Maurice white, david foster & allee willis
If I came to you and I said
You are my desire, would it last forever
If I tell you endlessly
How much you meand to me
Will you stay forever
You and I together
Love changes, lives for better
Dreams are made to let in
Lets take a ride to heaven
Hold me, shine your love tonight
Tender in the light, while were dancing
Hold me, deep inside your heart
I wonder in the dark
Could it be right
Could it be right
Could it be right
Could it be right
Oh you make me feel so strong
Nothing can go wrong
Come as were together
I will take away pain
Your shelter from the rain
We can hide together
But to the door you lead me
I know, so how you need me
Could it be right
Could it be right
Could it be right
Could it be right
Time will take us away
Give us reason to fight for love today
Ill keep on pushing
To be close to you
I wanna hear you say
Could it be right
Could it be right
Could it be right
Could it be right
Hold me, shine your love tonight
Tender in the light, while were dancing
Hold me, deep inside your heart
I wonder in the dark
Could it be right
Hold me, shine your love tonight
Tender in the light, while were dancing
Hold me, deep inside your heart
I wonder in the dark
Could it be right
Hold me, deep inside your heart
I wonder in the dark
Could it be right
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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I read a book
I read a book
Not to enhance my looks
I read a book
Maybe to avoid being a crook
I read a book
Not just to learn how to cook
I read a book
To ascertain how to defend my rights
Not just to acquire knowledge
Reading a book I pledge,
Is one of the roads to the light
I read a book
To understand how a kings territory
Is defended with pieces such as the rook
I read a book
So there will be no questions asked
When I count correctly what you took
I read a book
So that I play not ignorant
Now on life I’ve a different outlook
I read a book
So if I come up with all the right answers
I will know for sure it is not merely a fluke
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Lodeur Animale
Feel the need to wonder
Inside
Fulfill your basic needs
Deep inside
We wander by the lake of tears
And smell the odor of our fear
Inside
Deep inside
All these creepy things crawling
Deep inside
Feel the urge to grow
Inside
Our world is covered with clouds
Deep inside
We wander by our ocean of tears
We try to hide our frozen fear
Inside
Deep inside
All these creepy things crawling
Deep inside
song performed by by Hooverphonic
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If You Hate Poetry
i have read that somewhere,
if you hate poetry
you have to get
this book,
buy it, and
you will love
it.
sales talk.
if you really hate poetry,
why buy
a book of poetry?
you may dislike me
but poems
are nothing but
spits
of something
that you do not
want to stay
inside your throat
all i need
is a little relief
from this
urge to vomit
and here you
are
reading mine.
(i am
laughing)
so do you really hate
poetry?
k, buy that book
you will really
love it
(the book)
and hate the more
what you hated most.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Happened To Us?
I thought it was to good to be true
I found somebody who understands me
Someone who would help me get to through
And fill an emptiness I had inside me
But you kept inside, and I just denied
Some things that we should have both said
I knew it was to good to be true
Cuz i'm the only one who understands me
What happened to us?
We used to be so perfect
Now we're lost and lonely
What happened to us?
And deep inside I wonder
Did I lose my only...
Remember they thought we were to young
To really know what it takes to make it
But we had survived all what we have done
So we could show them all that they're mistaken
But who could have known, the lies that would grow
Until we could see right through them
Remember they knew we were to young
We still don't know what it takes to make it
What happened to us?
We used to be so perfect
Now we're lost and lonely
What happened to us?
And deep inside I wonder
Did I lose my only one
We could have made it work
We could have found a way
We should have done our best
To see another day
But we kept it all inside
Until it was to late
And now we're both alone
The consequence we pay
For throwin' it all away (x2)
What happened to us?
We used to be so perfect
Now we're lost and lonely
What happened to us?
And deep inside I wonder
Did I lose my only...
What happened to us? (x4)
song performed by by Hoobastank
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Matters Of Observation
it is me lying on a bench
reading a book halfway through
the pages
for a break i close the book
earmark a page
and look at the jack fruit treetop
just beside the house
i am on the second floor
and no one is in the house
my wife is visiting a friend
who just arrived from the U.S.
there is no other creature except
a white butterfly hovering
on a sampaguita flower
in the small garden
the tree has more leaves
but it is not bearing any fruit
at all
i am reminded of those years
joys forgotten and now i am reading
a book about some shadows
of doubts
there is this systems that works
of patronage
refunds
i am situated in a plateau
and my Jesuit professor who dropped by
last night with a
'how are you? ' through the YM
must have understood that an
introvert like me has no
place outside
the books
i understand and frankly
i do not have to tell him how i feel about it
inside the pages
the stories are too many
my hero is dead.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The great book for you is the book that has the most to say to you at the moment when you are reading. I do not mean the book that is most instructive, but the book that feeds your spirit. And that depends on your age, your experience, your psychological and spiritual need.
quote by Robertson Davies
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The Best Book In The World
the best book
in the world
the only true book
is the world itself
the Book of Nature
the best book is the silence
the wordless-ness in
the clouds and the sky
and the rivers and the oceans
and the lands
and the grass that breaks through the concrete;
and in the deserts and the volcanoes
and the stars
and the moon
and the creatures of the earth
and in all fellow beings
and the vastness beyond
and the vastness within
the best book
the only true book
(every other book is distortion)
is the world itself
the Book of Nature:
read it
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Ibrahim II
You are better off today than yesterday,
But tomorrow comes and it will be worst off!
Oh Ibrahim my lover! ! This is how the world is,
And we have to face the realities around us at all times.
Of the water which was turned into blood!
Of the River Nile which was turned into frogs!
But, there is One Law for us all;
Yes, One Law for the native born and for the stranger.
The book of war!
The book peace,
The book of joy,
The book of love,
The book of romance,
The book of rivers;
And like the first moon of the year! !
However, all the rivers that flow ends up to the sea.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Burning Inside
Will these dreams still follow me,
On of dark obscurity?
Cant you see it up in the sky
As it kicks you in the face and lets you dye
You never have the answers
And now you tell me the facts of life
I really couldnt be bothered with you
Get out of my face and watch me die
Burning inside!burning inside!
Absolution and a frozen room
Are dreams of men below
I try to grab it but the touch is hot
The mirrors collapses, but the image can not
Im scared of darkness in a light
I scare myself cause I know Im right
I see the evil in youre savage eye
As it cuts right through the sky
Burning inside!burning inside!burning inside!burning inside!burning
Inside!burning inside!burning inside!burning inside!
Calling the mantra with a blade in the skin
For the demons within
I feel the pain is the death and decay
But the lesson never fades away
Too little shadows, turn away
Another man through the window pane
Another slave and a victim of fate
Another lesson in hate
Burning inside! burning inside!burning inside!burning inside!burning
Inside!burning inside!burning inside!burning inside!
song performed by by Ministry
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The Storyteller's Word
In a decent book, I can lose myself,
For, at least, a good couple of hours.
A well told story, for young or old,
My mind will quite hungrily devour.
I’ve always loved a real page turner:
A story, which, is totally compelling.
Sometimes, there’s a story, true or invented,
Which, simply, deserves, and needs telling.
Sometimes, a person in a book,
To me, can feel like a true friend;
You share their life and adventures,
And feel rather sad, when it all ends.
A story can stir up a mixture of emotions:
I’ve cried tears, and gasped with surprise.
I’ve found myself completely captivated,
As a story unfolds before my very eyes.
A good story, has the ability to transport you,
To different places, and to different times.
You just never know where you may end up,
When you sit and read those immortal lines.
Stories should never be kept locked away:
With others, they should be readily shared.
There is no other past-time, known to man,
With which, reading a book, can quite compare.
Whether a story is based on a person’s life,
Or whether, it has been quite purely invented,
A story can make such an impact upon you,
That, forever, in your memory, it is cemented.
I’ve always adored a really well written story,
Regardless of, by whom, or when, it was written.
Snuggled up, with a book held in your hands,
It is so easy, to become completely smitten.
A story can make you lose all track of time,
When, in a book, you are totally immersed.
I love reading a story, and really drinking it in;
For reading books, I’ve developed a real thirst.
There are many stories, the world over,
Which, are still waiting to be heard.
Nothing on earth, is quite so powerful,
As the power of the storyteller’s word.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Never Give Up
Visions that can change the world
Trapped inside an ordinary girl
She looks just like me
Too afraid to dream out loud
I know it sensible idea
It won't make sense to everybody
You need courage now
If you're gonna persevere
To fulfill your life's purpose
You're gotta answer when you're called
So don't be afraid to face the world
Against all odds
Keep the dream alive don't let it die, if something deep inside
Keeps inspiring you to try, don't stop
And never give up; don't ever give up on you
Don't give up
Every victory comes in time
Work today to change tomorrow
It gets easier
Used to say that you can't fly?
Every step you take you get
Closer to your destination
You can feel it now
Don't you know you're almost there?
To fulfill your life's purpose
You're gotta answer when you're called
So don't be afraid to face the world
Against all odds
Keep the dream alive don't let it die, if something deep inside
Keeps inspiring you to try, don't stop
And never give up; don't ever give up on you...
Sometimes life can place a stumbling block in your way
But you've gotta keep the faith
Bring what's deep inside your heart
To Light
And never give up
Don't ever give up on you,
Do't give up
Who holds the pieces to complete the puzzle?
The answer that can solve all mystery
The key that can unlock your understanding
It's all inside of you
You have everything you need
So, keep the dream alive don't let it die
If something deep inside keeps inspiring you to try
Don't stop
And never give up; don't ever give up on you...
Sometimes life can place a stumbling block in your way
But you're gotta keep the faith
Bring what's deep inside your heart
To the light
And never give up
Don't ever give up on you
No.don't give up
No, no, no, no
Don't give up
Don't give up
Don't give up
Oh, don't, no, no, no, no
Don't...give...up
song performed by by Yolanda Adams
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Never Give Up
Visions that can change the world
Trapped inside an ordinary girl
She looks just like me
Too afraid to dream out loud
I know it sensible idea
It won't make sense to everybody
You need courage now
If you're gonna persevere
To fulfill your life's purpose
You're gotta answer when you're called
So don't be afraid to face the world
Against all odds
Keep the dream alive don't let it die, if something deep inside
Keeps inspiring you to try, don't stop
And never give up; don't ever give up on you
Don't give up
Every victory comes in time
Work today to change tomorrow
It gets easier
Used to say that you can't fly?
Every step you take you get
Closer to your destination
You can feel it now
Don't you know you're almost there?
To fulfill your life's purpose
You're gotta answer when you're called
So don't be afraid to face the world
Against all odds
Keep the dream alive don't let it die, if something deep inside
Keeps inspiring you to try, don't stop
And never give up; don't ever give up on you...
Sometimes life can place a stumbling block in your way
But you've gotta keep the faith
Bring what's deep inside your heart
To Light
And never give up
Don't ever give up on you,
Do't give up
Who holds the pieces to complete the puzzle?
The answer that can solve all mystery
The key that can unlock your understanding
It's all inside of you
You have everything you need
So, keep the dream alive don't let it die
If something deep inside keeps inspiring you to try
Don't stop
And never give up; don't ever give up on you...
Sometimes life can place a stumbling block in your way
But you're gotta keep the faith
Bring what's deep inside your heart
To the light
And never give up
Don't ever give up on you
No.don't give up
No, no, no, no
Don't give up
Don't give up
Don't give up
Oh, don't, no, no, no, no
Don't...give...up
song performed by by Yolanda Adams
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Sarah Palin - now don't laugh - is writing a book. Not just reading a book, writing a book. Actually, in the word of the publisher, she's 'collaborating' on a book. What an embarrassment! It's one of these 'I told you,' books that jocks do.
quote by Chris Matthews
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Book
If I write a book,
Would I approach
You to write its
Review?
Why?
If my book is
Worth reading,
Wouldn't you be
Tempted to write
Its review?
Why should I
Use you for its
Marketing and
Publicity?
If you like my book,
You'll yourself feel like
Sharing with everybody
It's an instinct
That comes
Naturally…
We believe in
Loving and giving,
And so if we genuinely
Like something,
We'll recommend it
Or choose it for gifting
So if I write a book,
I'll never beseech you
To write its review
I would rather wait
For you to feel free
To read it and perhaps
Write its review…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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