Cold And Illicit
The illicit material is prohibited, one is forbidden to act,
As cold as glaciers and snowy mountains we act;
The religion is star-crossed, as we glance at the stars,
Hapless generosity of germs and groans, the other side.
For certain tolerances is a disease, illicit details are prohibited,
Illiterate men walk free, in regions of snow and ice.
A two-faced fellow of noticeable genius misuses the frame,
Towards us the spoken tongue is misused, and exact words of the frame.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Bequeathed
Illicit trde,
Explained,
Globally;
Shipped from South Africa to meet you,
And the annual value is now recorded in your book.
Bequeathed, bate, heated, at, he, had, tea, eat, ate, heed, hed, head;
And like the muse of your love in South Africa! !
But, this illicit trade is estimated at One Billion Dollars!
Bequeathed, be, bee, beat, bath, head, bathed, bat, tab, heat, hat, had;
With the acts of your muse in this illicit business! !
But, try to think of the people your are destroying;
For, your illicit money will not gain you the heavens!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Frame
Frame
I could frame my
mind to what my
thoughts become,
"words spoken"
or I could frame the
night to think my
agony is gone.
I can frame almost
anything I quess,
from a heart in grief
looking for some relief,
the mailman,
the milkman,
and everything
that passes by,
A kitten at my doorstep,
is funny isn't it?
you can frame your
way through a
dragons throat.
Anything you want,
even your heart,
your truth your lies and
even the clear skies.
The hymns I sing,
my eyelids to fall asleep,
an ability not yet control.
Everything I long for
has not yet pass through,
so I keep framing
the truth the lies and all
I can think of.
But framing is not my
escape is just a lie
I keep telling myself,
and I can keep doing
it for eons.
But not yet complete,
for I can't frame my
eyes of what I see.
©ElenaToledo2009
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Empty Picture Frame
An empty picture frame sits upon my desk
Where once upon a time a picture in it did rest
But now the frame stands lifeless and bare
Now it reminds me of a love that once was there.
As in the past the picture brought me happiness and joy
Gave me the reason to live and to write my story
To glance upon and dream of when no one was near
To speak the words of love when them she couldn't hear.
But when she left me I threw her picture away
But I kept that frame to remind me of that day
In remembrance of what she did in and out of my sight
As she was my candle but she blew out that light
So that picture frame I keep it in my plain view
So every time I see it I know what to say and what to do
As once upon a time her picture was in the frame
But now picture is gone but the memories still remain.
poem by Randy McClave
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In The Street
His attractive face a bit pale,
his brown eyes looking tired, dazed,
twenty-five years old but could be taken for twenty,
with something of the artist in the way he dresses
-the colour of his tie, shape of his collar
he drifts aimlessly down the street,
as though still hypnotized by the illicit pleasure,
the very illicit pleasure he's just experienced.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Prohibited Heart
My heart belongs to one
and others are prohibited to enter.
You can look
but you cannot touch,
for feelings are relinquished
if you get too close.
My heart has found
a soul mate for - forever.
Others are fee to gaze
but cannot enter.
My heart is a prohibited zone
where only one can enter.
31 October 2011
poem by David Harris
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Illicit Affair
Always,
Blissful,
School,
At dawn;
Accompanying his girlfriend! !
But this illicit affair led to his death;
Contributing to a discussion of the raging impasse,
Because, no one was there to save him!
Counsel,
Demanding,
A constitutional case,
Carried out,
The Supreme Court;
To throw out the case ona litigant!
But his illicit affair led to his death.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I knew that the Hague Convention prohibited the use of poison in war. I didn't know the details of the terms of the Convention, but I did know of that prohibition.
Picture Frames
Picture frames that enclose the art
make the art stand out.
If the frame is not just right
better to do without.
For the artist had in their mind
what the frame should be.
But the framer who made the frame
did not know what the art would be.
So acquiring the knack of pairing them
is a talent all its own.
The picture itself cannot speak out
but it has always known
what its frame should be.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Frame II
The frame was best supporting act,
and held the ego high and proud.
He never moaned or groaned or spat,
just hung there, all chilled out.
Of course he would have liked acclaim,
a little lime light and a name,
although a painting with no frame
would look a little dull and tame.
The painting lapped up all attention,
with its enigmatic grin,
often feeling quite ecstatic
to be held with such esteem.
and so the frame in show biz style
put a brave face on and a smiled,
stoical in holding back
ambitions to be the star act.
The frame all low and down at heel
resigned himself as second bill
for after all it wouldn't do
if he were narcissistic too.
poem by Ruth Walters
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The First Amendment is not an altar on which we must sacrifice our children, families, and community standards. Obscene material that is not protected by the First Amendment can and must be prohibited.
quote by Orrin Hatch
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A man of simplicity
A man of contentment,
A man of dauntless faith,
Afraid of being embarrassed
In the next world.
No more passion, no more hopes,
Only generosity and sense of liability
Towards Almighty,
Loathsome to illicit desires,
Troublesome to greed and envy,
Living a life of hardship
Yet pleased with himself.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Imagination's Field
Within its bounds, naked canvas stretched.
Before the display, the lad stood.
Adorning the wall, ornate frame hangs.
In concentration, young man observes the void.
Forced by curiosity's command.
for the source of his deliberation.
I searched sans satisfaction,
In despair, I queried the youth.
“Sir, within empty frame you survey,
what do you perceive? ”
Without addressing me, responded.
“I see tall mountains, endless restless seas.”
“I see naught, for this frame's canvas is empty.
How might you see these sights? ”
He turned, facing me and remarked.
“Sir, within the frame, a great deal I see”
Sans the luxury of explanation, pointed at the title plate.
Upon small brass plaque,
beneath the frame, inscribed.
“Imagination’s Field”
29Oct10
poem by Kurt Hearth
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The Trees Are Blabbermouths (Fun Poem 113)
A song on a south wind
whispers stories to the trees
of love affairs illicit
that no one should know,
but the trees are blabbermouths
telling anyone who’ll listen
all the secret that they know.
If you pass a tree one day
when its leaves are rustling
just listen and you will hear
the secrets it has been told
of love affairs illicit
that no one should know
because trees are blabbermouths.
They shout their words across the breeze
so everyone can hear.
If you have a secret
and want it to keep it that,
make sure the trees don’t hear
or that secret won’t be a secret
because the trees are blabbermouths.
14 March 2011
poem by David Harris
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And For You Who Knows How To Write Poetry
please kill me
gently with your
words
choose those
which are prohibited
by this site.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What did I do?
What did I do to get out of your life,
when I am in every frame of your life?
As a fetus, you kicked and turned,
I was there in that frame, carrying you.
As an infant you were fragile and helpless,
I remember I was there as well.
As an aimless toddler, before stumbling down,
the hands that carried you, were mine.
During all your school activities,
the beating heart that prayed for your success,
During minor and major exams and interviews,
the eyes that woke up before you,
Had I been there in those frame?
I was there in every frame of your life,
I will be there in every frame of my grandchildren,
If you both let.
Until then my child, explore the new things.
This poem is dedicated to the parents who miss their
children who have gone for further education, work
commitments and other reasons as well.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Red Frame/white Light
Red frame white light
Telephone box
Red on grey
Six three two three double o three
Red frame white light
You have a gray book
On a metal shelf
Red frame white light
Numbered calls
Selected places
Red frame white light
Telephone calls
Black and white
Red frame white light
You have a yellow book
With averts
Red frame white light
There is a black lead to a dial and phone
Red frame white light
Six three two three double o three
song performed by by Omd
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A black box
somewhere in my frame
a black box that clocks
my every heartbeat
every wink of the eyes
every single hair that sprouts
but sadistically conceals
all the vital numbers from me
somewhere in my frame
a black box that counts
every of my pores
everybody i am going to meet
and the exact second i am going
to kick the bucket but allows not a single
shard of light to escape the stasis, the black hole
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Forced Exit
`
Dour faced
you stepped into a gaping precipice
leaving me with
my face moist
at the threshold
(its frame now leaning
to one side
splintered and unhinged.)
Did I tell you that my front door
never opened to the street?
Maybe I never had the need to;
you always entered through the back door,
you always crept out the window
to play in the sun.
This time was different:
Before another word could be spoken
you rushed past me
brushing my outstretched arm(s) .
Then all I could see
was your hair tumbling in the air
as your limbs flailed
while you plummeted out of my life.
`
poem by Frederick Kesner
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Fear Kills Happiness
Fear takes away your pleasure
When you smoke in a prohibited place.
Fear takes away your pleasure
When you sleep with a forbidden person.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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More To Me Than A Valentine
You're more to me than a valentine
And I hold you in my heart
My love for you will always shine
And I hope we never part
To know that you'll be always mine
Will satisfy my soul
You etched yourself on my lifeline
And then my heart you stole
Your beauty makes the stars align
A sight for sorest eyes
You're nothing shorter than divine
An angel in disguise
You give a love that feels so fine
Like no one else could show
You're more to me than a valentine
And I'll never let you go
'More To Me Than A Valentine' Copyright © 2010 Matthew Densley
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poem by Matthew Densley
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