Charisma
Single enigma, another charisma;
Heating us, blinding the eyes.
Please understand me, we are better when wise,
Offered to the mazes of life,
And resting energetic brain,
Special are the other organs,
We told ointments of rage.
Entering is leaving, when charismatic people
Are in our lives.
Heating eye and ear will bring beauty.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Cracker Hacker
When is a joke not really a joke?
When it is said by a Heating and AC man--
Named as a Pastor in California---
Out in Orange County land;
He's been known to help the Guru---
In some of his most rage -filled plans---
Heating and AC pollution...
Can give you: 'Heavy Metal Hands';
Now we already know about Bot.net...
And have found out about a few other things...
We know that he is still an uninvited guest...!
Yes, through my back door he swings! ;
He's a cracker thats for absolute sure...! ! !
A most devious computer hound...
With eyes on my: 'home kitchen'
With enough rope...he's prison bound! ;
So, when is a joke not really a joke?
When it is supposedly told by a Heating and AC man--
He was named as the Guru's Pastor---
Out in Orange County land;
Signed: One of His victims (Theo Onken)
And dedicated to all things:
'Past and Fluffy'
July 21,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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Charisma
Is it my fortune or my fame
Is it my money or my name
Is it my personality
Or just my sexuality, yeah, yeah
What is my charisma
What is my charisma, yeah
Is it my body or my brain
Do I drive you insane, ha
Is it the power of my touch
Do you need me too much, too much, too much
What is my charisma, what is my, what is my
What is my charisma
Is it my fortune or my fame
What is my, is it my money or my name, charisma, yeah
What is my, yeah, yeah, yeah, charisma
What is my charisma, what is it Ive got
What is it about me that gets you so hot, hot, yeah
Am I the master of your soul
Do you lose all control, ha
Is it my fire or my flame
Do I drive you insane, charisma
What is my charisma, yeah
What is my, is it my fire or my flame, charisma
What is my charisma
What is my charisma
Is it my body or my brain
What is my, is it my money or my name, charisma
And do I drive you insane
What is my, what is my, what is my, charisma
What is my, is it my fortune or my fame, charisma
And do I drive you insane
What is my, what is my, what is my, charisma
What is my, what is my, what is my, charisma
Charisma, charisma
What is my, what is my, what is my, charisma
What is my, what is my, what is my, charisma
Charisma, charisma
What is my, what is my, what is my, charisma
What is my
song performed by by Kiss
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Walking The Dog
It was Russ’s leaving day
and we waited for him to arrive.
Len suggested that Russ
was probably walking the dog.
Sandra was using Big Brother
trying to locate him on the internet,
but could only get a picture up of him
of when he was young and looked like Tony Blair.
Len again suggested that Russ
was probably walking the dog.
Terry was touching up
his three steps to heaven
that Russ could practice on
to get back his Arnie Sweatyknicker physic.
David was bagging up the off cuts of wood
in a black dustbin bag
and still the Popemobile had not arrived.
Sarah dropped in to say hello and goodbye
to the leaving soul and was surprised
that Russ had not arrived.
Len again said he suspected Russ
was out walking the dog.
Then they heard it arrive, the white Popemobile.
Everyone looked out the window
and saw Russ’s upper torso sticking up through the roof
as he was practicing the Queen’s wave to everyone.
Further surprises were in store
when the Popemobile parked
and his dog opened the driver’s door.
The dog was driving and had taken Russ for a ride.
No one could understand the smoke stack
that curled out the back window
until Russ explained it was the new heating system,
a wood burning stove on the back seat.
What happened to the central heating? Terry asked.
The dog did not like it and threw it out as he drove.
He felt better with a bit of wood to chew as he drove.
Now he had arrived
and before he could do anything
he just had one job to do
and that was,
WALK THE DOG.
poem by David Harris
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Equality's What You Need To Pusue
In a time of recession whilst poverty is rife,
As ordinary people struggle to get by,
Winter will take just more than one life,
For want of heating people will die.
But wait a minute all will now be fine,
The royals say another baby is due,
Our thoughts on despair we must now realign,
We must exalt another of the chosen few.
All over the world this makes headline news,
We must forget all about world recession,
It's the media as well as Kate who spews,
All this does is increase my depression.
Are the ‘'ORDINARY ‘' people really that naïve?
To think all their troubles are now over,
You'd need to be thick to actually believe,
Our fields are now filled up with clover.
Out of touch with reality is what royals are,
Like the rich and our politicians,
The fact we fund them is totally bizarre,
As well as their constant additions.
While they live in luxury we freeze to death,
They overeat while we all starve,
Their heating's full on we have ice on our breath,
As their Christmas roast beef servants carve.
Thou shalt not worship false gods we are told,
Yet to them we must curtsey or bow,
While we're struggling they're being bankrolled,
This madness we encourage and allow.
Inequality is rife in this sick world of ours,
We're the majority why should this be,
This attitude towards them leaves a taste that sours,
We are the reason we will never be free.
Why do we allow these parasites to reign?
There is nobody on Earth better than you,
To worship the privileged is totally insane,
‘' Equality's What You Need To Pursue ‘'
Let me keep watch
Let me keep watch
Over your body when
You are resting in peace.
Let me sacrifice
My meditation to you
When you are resting in peace
Let me protect your body
From rotting
When you are resting in peace.
Let me protect your memories
And dreamless dreams
When you are resting in peace.
Let me plant a fruit tree
Above you that I may still eat
When you are resting in peace.
Let me storm the gates of heaven
When you are resting in peace.
Let me give you oblation
Of our experience
When you are resting in peace.
Let me breathe for you
When you are resting in peace.
Let me douse the fires of hell
When you are resting in peace.
Let me glorify your name
When you are resting in peace.
Let me be your counterpoint
When you are resting in peace.
Let me overcome the light
When you are resting in peace.
Let me touch your organs
When you are resting in peace.
Let me drink your water
When you are resting in peace.
Let me describe your bones
When you are resting in peace.
Let me dream your dreams
When you are resting in peace.
poem by David E. Patton
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Energetic and Gracious
I am energetic and gracious
I wonder why life isn't fair
I hear the hope of others
I see the valley of faith
I want peace in the world
I am energetic and gracious
I pretend that I am famous actress
I feel like the dead is speaking to me
I touch the desired of others
I worry when the world will end
I cry if my mother dies
I am energetic and gracious
I understand that people are not the same
I say that god is my leader
I dream to be president, doctor, actress, singer and a famous soccer player
I try to be who I am
I hope day we won't kill each other
I am energetic and gracious
Getting A Few Fingers Burned
I would be surprised if I had been told,
A mental growing process done by one...
Was accomplished with the aid of a group of people.
Too many opinions can dilute something in the mind,
One hopes will stick.
With a comprehension to understand with it.
And too many cooks in one kitchen,
Can not a homemade meal deliciously fix.
Some may advise this or that.
When nothing recommended actually suits one's taste.
Especially when the heating of an oven,
Becomes a complicated mix of suggestions.
And a debate begins,
That eventually ends one's interest.
A mental growing process done by one...
Is to discover the sensation,
Of getting a few fingers burned.
Lessons will be learned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Her Every Indication
Although in her every indication, the aim is something else
If she shows her affection(with me) , then different suspicion arises
Oh Lord, 'they' have not understood, nor will [they] understand, my speech
Give 'them' another heart, if you don't give me a different tongue
Does that glance of coquetry have a connection with the eyebrow?
It is certainly an arrow- perhaps it has a different bow
If you're in the city, then what grief do I have? when we get up
I will go and bring back from the bazaar a different heart and life
Although [I /we] became quick-handed / deft in idol-breaking
If I am alive, then in my path there will be many heavy-stones
The blood of the liver is in turmoil—or I would have wept to my heart's content
If I had had a number of different pure-blood-scattering eyes
I will die [of love] for that voice, although my head may fly off!
But let her keep saying to the executioner,'Yes, more/another! '
People are deceived about the world-{heating/burning} sun
Every day I show one different hidden scar/wound
There are many good poets in this world.
But it is said that Ghalib is in a league of his own.
poem by Mirza Ghalib
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Vote for the Hippy Party
Are you sitting in the shadow of doom,
the depths of despair the pit of anxiety?
Do you feel lost in the wake of the days to come
with the ballot box awaiting your cross.
Vote for the Hippy party, the party of hope
and embrace our manifesto, our vision for the U.K.
Make love, not war. We won't put fluoride in the water.
Forget your molars and think, free love.
Yes folks, we'll put contraception down your pipes.
Stem the tide of population overflow.
With free love you'll want to switch off facebook and
twitter and start to get up close and personal.
People will touch again instead of viewing each other
on web cams or watching reality TV
Think of all the electricity we'll save!
Think of all the heating bills that will go down.
We won't need central heating, well make our own heat.
Make love not war, power to the people, from the people.
Fewer children in our classrooms, fewer traffic jams
due to school runs, less unemployment.
Put your cross where it counts
Vote Hippy
poem by Ruth Walters
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What a Beauty-Full Life
Beauty is in flowers, and the petals
Bathing in the early morning dew
Beauty is in the eyes of a father
When his son takes the first step
Beauty is on the face of a baby,
Sleeping in mother's lap
Beauty is in freedom,
When you fly high on the wings of hope
Beauty is in the expressions of a poor man
When he gets food after eternity
Beauty is in the pride of a teacher
When his student supersedes
Beauty is in the compassion of a devotee
When he finds solace
Beauty is in the innocence of a child
When he asks you questions
Beauty is in the sips of laughter,
You share with your friends
Beauty is in the springs of desire
that arrive after a prolonged autumn
Beauty is in the cry of a woman,
Whose womb succeeds
Beauty is in the silence,
When you don't speak, and you say a lot
Beauty is in the warmth of passion
That builds around the arms of a lover
Beauty is when those small fights,
End with tears of joy
Beauty is when the first raindrop,
Kisses your cheek
Beauty is in perseverance,
When the world's showing off
Beauty is in the enigma,
When everything's certain
Beauty is in a poem,
Where poetry meets prose
Beauty is in little chunks of life,
Filled with joys and sorrows
Beauty is in your eyes,
your heart, and in every single breath
Beauty is when you say,
"What a Beauty-Full Life..."
poem by Piyush Kaushal
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A Mess Left To Deepen
A mess left to deepen,
By those who now weep...
Yet they swept this mess to lay in the streets.
While shunning away those,
That came to volunteer their services...
For free.
But told the debris,
Had been a figment of imposed negativity.
What was imagined was theirs to condone,
With a turning of their backs...
To expose an ignorance shown.
And what was in sight for all to see,
Was an impossibility to correct...
With a steadfast stubbornness,
Heating up to get more upset.
And what had been mentioned,
Created tensions amongst those offended.
Well...
Offended and left alone to condone their mess,
Has been done.
Leaving those who weep in their sleeplessness,
United with their wishes kept intact.
With nothing to bring them back to their senses.
Since outstanding were the payments...
To keep them smothered in delusions.
And being addicted to delusions is all they've known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Entering Your Heart
I came in crawling
With an absent-minded smile
I had so many things un-tied that summer night
When I decided it was worth another try
Entering your heart.. ohh yeah
Close your eyes
Dont say a word
All your thoughts must go un-heard
And i......
Have failed so many times....
Entering your mind....
Entering your mind....
Im not the most important one under the sun
I dont have any power connections to the pentagon
But Ive got something of my own, that must get done
Entering you heart
Ohhh... entering your heart
Close your eyes
Dont tell a soul....
All you dreams must be told....
And i.....
Have failed so many times....
Entering you mind....
Entering you mind
Ohhh...
Ohhh...
I......
Have failed so many times....
Entering your mind....
Entering your mind....
Ohhh..... entering you heart
Woah.. entering you heart
song performed by by Roxette
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Emilys Song
Lovely to know the warmth
Youre smile can bring to me
I want to tell you but the words you do not know
Sing me a lullaby
Of songs you cannot write
And I will listen for theres beauty where theres love
And in the morning of my life
And in the evening of my day
I will try to understand in what you say...
Rivers of endless
Tides have passed beneath my feet
And all too soon they had me standing on my own
Then when my eyes were closed
You opened them for me
And now we journey thro our lives to what will be
And in the morning of my life
And in the evening of my day
I will try to understand in what you say
Through all that life can give to you
Only true love will see you through
And will stand beside you now in what you say
And in the morning of my life
And in the evening of my day
I will try to understand in what you say
Take me into your world
Alone I can not go
For Ive been here so long
Youre leaving me behind
Walk with me now
Into your land of fairy tales
And open up that book of pages in my mind
And open up that book of ages in my mind
...
song performed by by Moody Blues
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Sanctity of Matrimony
marriage lives only in our hearts, and the bond of love is witness
by the faithful comes in, when there is an honest communion of
unity amongst the bride and the groom, who promise and commit
themselves in their hearts and words, to live beyond anything else
that comes in their path to perfection
the reception, the grandiose party, as well the beautiful dresses
wore, the precious gifts offered and everything that adds any
celebration marvelous, are just a passing scene in our window
of the soul, the eyes that captured all the memories in our midst
hold on the little sweet vanity of Eden's garden, and even beauty
is not a guarantee of a successful marriage, for giving yourself is
not like chasing with the wind
like candles melted in our pupil's eyes in the middle of snow,
pouring water in a bucket full of dust, and when thirst comes in
your needs, suck all the spillage, a residual of an absorbent sand,
lift by the heating sun, in a distance land, where you want to hand
in the purest life you want
marriage is not just a vessel to be filled, a mat that you spread if
only you want to lid, nor a lamp to be filled off and when it is gone,
you have to make another one, as you gather all what you know
about life, live and hold as you told, for in every moment life has
to be unfold
hand all your plan, to God whose engineer and guidance is
beyond compare, for life we have to take is something we
have to make, and only you can do, the chances that you can
take, the master plan of the kingdom of God
live and pray, let love shine the mystery of the passion of the heart
open what comes next, for every move is of mixed, as the candle
lighted with trust its perfume smell make it last, and the wax leaves
to cast
and when the hour comes, when everything will be recalled,
in the Father's house we will be stored, there you stand to the
one you say I can, the 'yes' and the I 'do', the heart that you
cherish, until beyond death do us part
poem by Antonio Liao
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Macaroni Without The Cheese
With zero charisma...
And a personality that could not compete,
With those who have past away and resting in peace...
Six feet deep in a cemetery,
Could anyone like this be sold and picked...
To be a tour guide through an amusement park.
However...
And I beg of you to use your imagination.
If some of you have a desire to close your eyes,
That would be highly recommended.
Now...
With just the right advertising campaign,
Anything is possible to have people excited with hype...
To accept and believe.
Even macaroni without the cheese...
Nibbled by those who have been effectively hypnotized,
Would decide they have a craving that is addicting.
Proving anyone with the right marketing and kept sustained,
Does not necessarily need a scent of charisma...
To reach the heights of popularity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Night
Congregate the scattered light
upon the skies at great height
Blinks in rhythm like shimmering eyes
See my very heart, your Beauty Lies
The sound of ambiance, deafening night
Dark, dark place.A blinding sight
Rage conquers so alluring bright
Building Darkness engulf the sprite
Eyes, Puzzling a tragedy
Silly man hid bravery
foolish people, minds do flee
Here comes birth of Catastrophe
Unpredictable was their rivalry
To whom may come the reality
Contrasting principles, Never met
Each had fidelity pledged set
Dusk go end the lives of filth
But Dawn came and lives it fill
Night won't come for smiles to steal
Ice won't fall to feel the chill.
poem by Ellirie Aviles
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Heroes hide inside Everyone
Inside every person on earth hides a hero
Could be a caring mother and her loyal fellow
There everywhere these wonderful souls
The one with no name handing out bedrolls
Hero dads putting plasters on scrapped knee's
Boys and Girls who always say please
Friendly stranger who pays a pensioners heating bill
A university professor explainging about mans freewill
All the nieghbours coming together to assist
The people that fight for a good cause and persist
Someone who can cheer a sad person up
Special souls that save a cat or rescue a pup
One who gives part of there own wage to help another
Gives their own free time to be a lonely boys brother
Volenteers who risk there lives to save the whales
People who stand in line passing water pails
Humans that take awake turn around and decide to give it back
All the disabled souls from a one legged man to a hunchback
There is a hero hideing in every one of us
You must open your eyes and conquere the blindness
poem by David Darbyshire
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Its summer with heat on
Its summer with heat on gulmohar trees are blooming on their best,
giving shed in the heating sun
environment is as dry as a person without love
everywhere hot air and dusty storm
making summer more tedious and strong
everywhere there is restlessness all wants some shade of cold
all eyes are waiting for clouds of rain but its summer it will long for its time to bring rainy days more pleasent and calm
poem by Hemu Gupta
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Oh! Lisa With These Lovely Eyes
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
So please tell my soul to sympathize,
We shall cry forever in overcast skies
Lisa with the dark brown eyes,
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Heartbroken heart spoken, not taken back
To change a mind so is lifes dream
Lisa with the dark brown eyed
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
That blends your butter scotch face insight
Smiles which brings sparkles to my mind
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Many pre thoughts of your strays hypnotize
French, African, English culture dies
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
She dabbles her life in fiction trash
her soul with curious follies
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Loneliness, has come far a sad. sad day
Emptiness in your mind and heart pay
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Lisa with the dark, dark, brown eyes
You walk the world in beauty forgotten
They speak about you something forbidden
Lisa with the dark, dark, brown eyes
Lisa with the dark, dark, brown eyes
Your body your mind so whole same so
Your gave birth and I wish I could understand, understand
Lisa with the dark dark raven eyes
Lisa with the dark dark brown eyes
Curiosity is so special time flies, my sighs
Persuaded a fool to be wise, so wise how wise
Lisa with the dark dark brown eyes.
poem by Klayne Mario Burton
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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
poem by Dylan Thomas
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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