Chords Are Broken
Chords are broken in the mastered circles,
Open him up with knife,
Crickets can leap and chirp,
Butter has been brought,
On an island I confess,
Feeding the life, feeding the life;
We might considerably collect anybody
To feed on life who lives on and on.
The chord has snapped of a circular man
Or a stick-man, although I crept onto him
From the world and the planets.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Desire!
And finding it right,
Tonight.
Surrender,
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To your delight.
And excited I am...
With you,
Tonight!
And...
Forever.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We've All Been Greedy
Those peaceful nights for some have passed.
Those feeling safe...
In sheltered communities behind closed gates.
Are awakening.
But not to Robins singing.
To peer from behind French customed made doors.
Swinging out onto the patio.
Overlooking acres upon acres upon more acres,
Of freshly cut grass.
These awareness days have come upon us fast.
Who would believe such a quick erasing,
Of a way of life....
Would come to pass.
And leave those embittered with much grief,
With streaks of torment on twisted faces.
Disgraced and now nervously pacing.
In wait.
But for what?
When the 'why' of it has arrived too late!
We've been greedy.
See what gluttony does when it can't be overcomed.
We've been greedy,
And feeding on our selfishness.
While ripping the hearts out of those to sustain it.
Doing everything to gain more and maintain it.
We've been greedy!
And..
The stinging of the realness,
Persists.
And can not be contained.
Acts of civil madness...
Spreads fast!
Thousands go out of their minds.
Many more are trapped!
Something in their minds have snapped.
Only those exposed to fantasies,
Are observed doing that.
And a waste of explanation can not bring them back!
Their self delusions have attacked.
Leaving us all affected by that 'fat'!
Yes fat!
Undisciplined rascists...
Tearing each other apart,
While laying lazily on our backs...
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Yes...
Greedy!
And...
Doing it bigger,
But never better than the rest.
Greedy!
Yes...
Bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Just greedy!
And...
Doing it bigger
But never better than the rest.
Just so greedy!
Yes...
And bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.
Yes...
And,
Greedy!
Yes!
Feeding on our selfishness.
Just greedy!
And...
Doing it bigger...
But never better than the rest.
A sleazy greedy!
And...
Bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.
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Been
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And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Just greedy!
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But never better than the rest.
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And caring less about those we've distressed.
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And...
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Yes...
Feeding on our selfishness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Always
Love without commas
no death dealing pauses
to romance
caesurae suspended
and held in abeyance
for deep flowing love
to have room to unfold
gentle blossom so strong
it survives to unfurl
after the storm of riotous living
and pours a new landscape
for I and I
i and i to inhabit
combining like good food
to something nutritious
feeding cells
feeding love
feeding life
u and i
lowercase
and completed
i and u
mirrored backwards
and forward forever
a thread tightly woven
from Source
love without commas
or conditional clauses
no demands no refusals
just wide open ocean
to play in
rejoice in
love undone
and expansive
i and i unconstrained
deconstructed and molded
into something that lives
our love
without commas.
poem by Midnight Clarity
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It Is A Leech
A leech feeding,
Could care less off of what it feeds.
It is a leech.
Feeding to satisfy its own need.
To do what it pleases...
Eat to feed itself to then move on.
And anyone observing a leech in action,
Is not going to convince that leech to share.
The awareness of the leech doing that is not there.
A leech feeding,
Could care less off of what it feeds.
It is a leech.
Feeding to satisfy its own need.
To do what it pleases...
Eat to feed itself to then move on.
It is a leech!
Born and taught to exist for what it is!
It is not a care provider.
Or a nourishing vegetable,
Loaded with beneficial vitamins...
Benefiting the mind and physical wellbeing of mankind.
No,
It is not!
It is a leech.
That's it.
Defined by its own circumstances.
And programmed to identify,
What it has to do to survive.
And once it knows what it is,
It is not going to be anything else.
No matter how lengthy the therapy sessions.
Or the sacrifices others make...
When the activities of the leech begins to become outsourced.
A leech is a leech!
Nothing more.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Vicious Cycle
Taking life and feeding death
a broken path, a fork in the road.
Screaming, beating, defeating,
not making any sense but still vital to life and death.
Whispering cruel thoughts, stealing breath
voicing once hidden intentions.
Taking life and feeding death.
Gentle heat, steadfast heart
killing death to take a chance on life every fourth.
Fighting, winning and losing,
not making any sense but still vital to life and death.
Encouraging and coaxing, giving life
pushing back the darkness until its turn to submit.
Taking death and making life.
Whipped around, a vicious cycle
full of life and death, each vital to survival.
Giving up, making a new start, taking a chance on something new
Still making no sense at all, but perhaps it's not ment to.
Degrading, crushing, Encouraging, freeing
Compromise, age, learning to wait.
Life and death, each vital to survival.
poem by Laura Cummings
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I Feed The Birds and Play With Them
I was tired and exhausted
I felt as if
There is nothing in the world
Except work
I went to the nearby garden
Saw an old man
Feeding the birds with seeds
He smiled when a bird
Came near him
Picked one seed
He Laughed
When another came
Picked another seed
I did not understand
His smiling and laughing
I asked him
Why he was so happy?
He replied in measured words
Everybody works
To feed himself
When you feed others
It makes you happy
You have satisfaction
Of living for others
I feel fresh
And without stress
I understood
What he mean't
Feeding the birds
And playing with them
Has now become
My usual routine
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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People say, 'You're still breast-feeding, that's so generous.' Generous, no! It gives me boobs and it takes my thighs away! It's sort of like natural liposuction. I'd carry on breast-feeding for the rest of my life if I could.
quote by Helena Bonham Carter
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Life born embryo
Life born embryo clinging
Clinging clinging to life
Feeding itself on the life of the other
A life for life taken away
Life seed of life
Give life to another life
Dying in the life of another
The windmill spinning the cycles
All nature doomed to die
Life born embryo is a wish
A mere wish to live above life
Go beyond the edges of the doom
A wish to live coming true
We are
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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What is life? Let us talk about it
ok, let us talk about life
my cat Kuting has just given birth
to three kittens
she must have loved their fathers
too much
three for i love you
the bitch in the house is pregnant again
we are sad
she is having a relationship with a native
dog
the one that takes trash for breakfast
no definite master
and house
a vagabond
she loves
i think and that is what we too believe
a cat has nine lives
and with her three kittens she gets
an extended twenty-seven lives
wow, that is amazing
cats indeed know how to live a longer time
than us
people who is into
birth controls
life is an early morning tea
a view from the veranda to the sea
a sunrise
a run to take the dip of the salt of the sea
closing your eyes
and see everything that this world is offering
life is a march of the ants
keeping an empire stable
feeding the queen
to ensure a birth of a hundred or more
soldiers
life is what we are here for
who thinks about death tomorrow? Nobody.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stop Trying to Find the Logic in Everything
The trouble with people feeding their greed,
And perceiving their feeding to hoard
To be an eternal process,
For themselves to be kept stored.
With no one else to profit from a process,
Not stopped.
Is...
Well,
One day to be revealed as preventable.
Even their selfish deeds must come to an end.
Whether or not...
They believe what has been available,
Has been diminished without the consciousness
Of their active input,
To keep what is missing their responsibilty
To nourish the flourishing that is obviously,
Absent from their purpose.
And those who live just to feed their greed,
Do not realize they place themselves in jeopardy.
Although they are not aware of this
Behind walls of a blocked isolation.
Perceived from a direction of its inception
To be an envied way a life.
Needing at their own expense to protect.
Even if that expense is aided by depending
On the discreet and secret borrowing from others.
'I thought you said 'they' were our enemies?
Them and they and those others? '
Who cares?
What is more important?
Impressing with our pretentions
Or being honest with ourselves?
'None of it makes any sense.'
When did the feeding of one's greed,
Ever made any sense?
Hmmm?
It is a standard that is valued.
We thrive on our pretentions!
Remember that.
Stop trying to find logic in everything.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Circular Motions
All paths go in circles; the Nature's wish.
The travel must end where it started.
Water escaped returns to the ocean.
Egg to hen and hen to egg, the life goes.
Planets go round stars in the universe.
Stars too sail round in the galaxy.
Atoms in matter make moves in circles.
Electrons run around the nucleus.
Elements transform to organisms;
Organisms, dead, break to elements.
Life cycle means salts forming to tissues
And tissues breaking to salts in routine.
Things are in place in circular motions.
Walk a mile on the road and a mile in rounds
And would find making rounds is easier,
Fueled by more energy generated.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Tommrow world
Today
Mother's
Not feeding
For child...
With the beauty..
Milk was given
The child...
Spoil the beauty...
Some body lie..
Emmaging too;
Not feeding
Mother's for
The child...
World bigest
Rong for;
Tommrow world..! ! .
OH!
Mother's please
Feed your milk
For the child...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Star Of This World
There’s a star in this world, around it all
Or is the moon and sun a feeding ground.
The singing has a death, monstrous energy,
That died last year and waved at the crowd
So much forming on the surface of the Earth.
After so many seconds effects gathered of this reply
To the gods of the planets, of the solar tree.
This tree and plant regulated our life and form,
Like a perfume in the air, fully forming like life.
Once the temperature had exceeded the limits,
Knowledge of times and spaces emerged from physicists.
The stars above claimed miraculous brethren
Internally bleeding from the wounds of our sun.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Fat Fed Leeching People
What they 'really' want?
A more greedier life to live.
What they 'really' hunger for?
Is less from them to give!
A me-me-I-I society...
Hooked on feeding greed.
What they 'really' want?
A more greedier life to live.
What they 'really' hunger for?
Is a leaner 'truth'
To soothe their whims.
Fat fed leeching people,
Poisoned to feed.
Don't understand,
Their demands are fading.
Fat fed leeching people,
Have been led to believe...
Deceptions and lies,
Reflect their real lives.
What they 'really' want?
A more greedier life to live.
What they 'really' hunger for?
Is a less 'truth' than that 'truth'...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
AND,
Poisoned to feed...
On a less 'truth'
Than that truth...
Really IS!
AND,
Poisoned to feed...
On a less 'truth'
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people...
Will keep eating,
What's been fed to them.
AND,
Fat fed leeching people...
Will keep eating,
What's been fed to them.
AND,
Fat fed leeching people...
Will keep eating,
What's been fed to them.
UNTIL...
The end!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pet House
Touching, soothing, encouraging, caring, feeding
but where are my identities?
Is this life you are calling?
Have you ever thought about life you are feeling ever second?
Pet house packed with pretencious fidelity.
Cut out your life that is full of pet-hates!
Life is what you want it to be...
Life is what you want it to be…
Life is what you want it to be, no one can make your life only you.
Life can’t be what you want you have to earn it the way everyone does.
Life throws out things that you only can handle.
Life is the wind that blows through the summer cold nights.
Life is all the seasons through the year.
I am life you are life we all are life so don’t waist it now.
Think about our lives with screaming kids and nagging husbands,
We all think sometimes it’s a curse and most it’s a blessing but its life.
We all have thoughts about things that just don’t make since to us but its called life.
We all love life so why not live it we all love life so stick with it!
poem by Siara Ricioppo
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My Friend, My Friend
My friend, my friend hes got a knife
A statement from his former life
When he was easy but alone
Beside him was an empty throne
But what of silver silken blade
Affix his gaze, his features staid
Grasps the handle, clips the cable
One steps up, sits at his table
My friend, my friend, hes got a knife
My friend, my friend, hes got a wife
My friend, my friend, the clever ruse
Persuasion through his thoughts peruse
A hidden relic from his past
That wasnt there when he looked last
He feels it ticking like a bomb
Feeding fear, assaulting calm
Takes the object, starts the game
Moves closer to the flame
My friend, my friend, the clever ruse
My friend, my friend, he lights the fuse
My friend, my friend, hes got a knife
My friend, my friend, hes got a knife
My friend, my friend, hes got a knife
Myf
[maniacal giggles]
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Kiss The Knife
its stupid for me
to let u back in my life
but i cant go no more
without kissing the knife
i know i made u made
i shall pay the price
but all i wanna do is.....
kiss the knife
u can stab me in my back
but i can take that
what makes me feel right
is a kiss to the knife
sharpiest knife in the draw
there is my knife out the door
kiss the knife goodbye
it cut me open
n i gave it my heart my life
i want you back
kiss the knife
poem by James Bost
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Wayward Son
When the world is too much,
Your suffering a convenient crutch,
If life presses down too hard,
Change comes too slow, or to fast,
In every race, you come last,
Then I smile because,
You're coming back to me!
Sadness in the rain,
Your pain is my gain,
Tears and desperation,
Feeding my elation,
You hang on with all you've got,
Trying to hold on too tight,
Peace comes to those who might,
Light a candle in the night,
Sadness in the rain,
Your pain is my gain,
Tears and desperation,
Feeding my elation,
When finally you give up,
Let go and float free,
Down the river of life,
Then you'll come back to me!
Blending back as one,
Forgetting about the sun,
Away from the daily grind,
Heaven is a state of mind!
20 May 2012
Bleecker street
NYC
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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Life-cycle
I accepted the gift of life
Gestation: parasitic feeding, I grew
In the womb the seeds of life renew
Living cells moving to the sustaining rhythm of life
Then Birth pains cut my mother like a knife
I know breath with my first cry
I survived the first life journey, no I did not die
Mother I need you still: love me, feed me, teach me, protect me
I require it, I demand it, with naught but my tiny voice
This sacred Love never gave her a choice
I Grow into my own consciousness
The world can be a joyous place
With great joy I laugh, when in pain I cry
I have friends other family members that love me
I have learnt the ways of love and bore witness to its distortions
Intuitively I recognize beauty and her counterpart
I experience first hand the implications of greed: poverty
Disobedience; the harsh hand of punishment
The empowering high of courage
Heard the voice of reason, my foolishness discouraged
I have been paralyzed by fear and felt the sting of hate
Known the fulfillment of long hours sitting to create
I move toward that unknown peace
Ready to share the gift of life with the next soul in line
And take my place in rest with the Divine.
poem by Monciana Edmondson
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