Contentment
How does contentment be absurd?
Those longing for torture are angered.
They seek a bridge to cross all awkward,
Understanding my spirit is a blizzard.
Back and front, my chest has risen
Like a blackbird of mighty health in the abdomen.
Then accelerate it with your acceleration
In a way too effective, one of an engine.
Crazy fever is then in likelihood so early,
Circles condemn the area of the disorderly;
I search so well and eagerly
Like that man in the journal particularly.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The early blackbird
A blackbird has been sitting outside the window
for some time this morning, and
I’m trying to tune in to its blackbird thoughts,
if indeed it’s burdened with such tiresome
delaying tactics to action…
it seems indecisive, though; evidently, plumply,
having well breakfasted; does
the head switching left, right,
a little slower than with alarm,
signify some Hamlet thought?
it could be wondering, if,
in view of what a blackbird would call
global warming rather than
an early summer,
it should sing?
since the early bird, it must have been
taught, or intuited, catches the first mate..
I try looking at it severe of mind,
as mindless tool of Evolution
(and yes, me too…)
only concerned with food and sex
and sex and food,
and other internet concerns
in cyber blackbird space…
but that goes nowhere in the mind..
I open the front door a crack,
whistle a poor imitation of a blackbird’s song;
it twists its head for a moment
as of impatience at some irrelevant comment;
flies off; returns; like I do, when
I’ve lost the train of thought
that sent me somewhere in the house
but have forgotten what it was…
I’ll keep an eye out for it tomorrow…
and turn back to the computer,
remembering Nicholas of Cusa
who says, there is no other:
always, we are looking
at the face of God…
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Even As I Die It Will Continue To Go On
Back to building a website.
To put my ideas under my own design.
The internet is in the ages of all times.
Forever to be recorded so the kids of kids can remember it.
We must not forget
We must learn to forgive.
For injustices do not end with any other pretense.
If that make any sense.
Yes it does have relevance
Its not just more jargon to be heard.
By the crazy and the absurd.
In my constant drive I do not reach for the skies
But to understand the why.
The search goes on for truth and knowledge.
The search goes on for the true humanitarian.
The search goes on for a way to end all blood shed.
The search goes on for a way to eliminate all indifference.
The search goes on for the cures to diseases that remind us of how vulnerable we really are.
The search goes on.
Even as I die it will continue to go on.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The Blackbird Metaphor
the Beatles had it
as the struggle for freedom of the blacks
that blackbird singing in the dark
wanting to be free
the Americans
had that blackbird swirling in Vietnam
that chopper that saved lives
that war that caused them humiliation
in the world's opinion
that lie of Nixon
Steven Wallace had eight ways of seeing
that blackbird
Noah sent that blackbird
that did not come back since it was happy
picking on the rotten flesh
of the remains of the dead
the ninth way
of seeing
disobedience
One writes again about the blackbird
that lives singing the songs of neurosis
in his mind
at winter time
The poet commits suicide
His colleagues bury him
with eulogies and ' what ifs'
One sleeps with a blackbird
The other sings with a blackbird
Someone flew away with a blackbird
and did not come back
since then
So many stories
So many poems are written
Now i have to write about this blackbird too
But there shall be no disturbance
No unhappy ending
I swear to you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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From labour health, from health contentment spring; contentment opes the source of every joy.
quote by James Beattie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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That’s What I Get For Loving You
Taking a look back at where I’d been,
A lot of associates, still no true friend,
Through life’s search I had many a toy,
But there was nothing giving real joy.
Found a lady, thinking oh happy day,
But desires of the world stole her away,
Worldly sins gave all one could desire,
Till my life’s circle became a ring of fire.
Caught in a whirlwind of continual swirl,
That’s what I got for loving this world.
As I found what GOD had freely gifted,
My cross’s load was miraculously lifted,
Lasting peace like none I had ever found,
Love beyond understanding did abound,
Complete turn around, a new path I trod,
Living in the faith of the Sovereign GOD.
From infirmity to health; mayhem to peace
From discord to delight; torture to release
Jesus, you paid all my sin debt that was due,
Now I sing, That’s what I get for loving you.
poem by Joseph Blitch
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A little word called crazy!
A little word called crazy
Which people use when they are being lazy.
The word crazy covers a multi of goods and ills
Mad, bad, sad, cool
or even acting the fool.
It’s used in our everyday language
But it’s often misunderstood
But it fits into sentences so well (and so good)
Sometimes you can’t seem to see the origins for this word
it sounds so absurd the way its used and abused
like crazy baby, crazy sin, a crazy outer and a crazy in!
Crazy actually means mad insane or foolish
so says the dictionary
but you can be crazy in love with someone
perhaps we are all crazy to be using this word
maybe it’s so absurd that you can use it in so many ways
in everyday life.
But the English language is good like that!
poem by Daniel Hooks
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Crazy Enough
I am crazy enough to jump off a bridge for you
Even when i have seen you only once.
I am crazy enough to still be thinking about you
Even when i know nothing of you at all
crazy enough to build castles in the sky
crazy enough to imagine you and me
crazy enough to never see
the lie of you
I am crazy enough to stand in the rain
so i might see you once more
crazy enough to follow you home
so i can see you for a while
and i am crazy enough to want to be your
sickness so that you might go unhindered
crazy enough that no pain hurts me deeply
crazy enough that i cant let go
i am crazy enough to want to die for you
and there is nothing known about you
i am crazy enough to want to kidnap you
and watch you grow old in the cupboard of my mind
crazy enough to kill you so i might have you forever
crazy enough to only think
' if not mine no one else's
crazy enough that i might want to haunt you
I am crazy enough to hear what i want
crazy enough to hurt you so i might love you more
crazy enough to offer my soul
for you
crazy enough to want to
be you
i am crazy enough to say that
i don't know you except by sight
but i love you all the same
poem by Selam G. Sekuar
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How We Think, We Are.
How we think in our mind
According we pick up our food, just to remind,
From the food we eat the energy will let us move or relax,
Which in turn determines our health index.
And all these will bring us back to the fact,
That in the whole body there is a whole spirit.,
Which with wisdom we can attract,
So, find wisdom & get understanding as Solomon said.
Life is a journey, not a destination,
As the wise ones said after meditation.
Life is not your enemy, don't keep opposing & fighting,
Let go, follow your feelings after you learned good manners
Then peace, contentment & happiness comes to you from every teachers.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
I
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.
II
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.
III
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.
IV
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.
V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.
VI
Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.
VII
O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?
VIII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.
IX
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.
X
At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.
XI
He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For blackbirds.
XII
The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.
XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.
poem by Wallace Stevens
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Jumping off a bridge
I know it is crazy to love you
Its as crazy as Jumping Off a Bridge
But I can't resist the thrill you bring me
The adrenaline
Everything is a mixed up...
When I am around you
I act different...
But I act different around every single male
But its not exactly the same
I stare off into space when I am around you
I stare at you
Usally I would act like a freak
Yelling no if you asked me....
That dreded question
It would run through my mind after it
But I would always say no
Why does that happen?
I say I hate you
Then After an hour I say I like you
Then the next day I say I love you
The three strongest words in life
Runs throught my mind over and over Again
Over and Over Again
Like a broken record player
Jumping off a bridge
Its crazy
Its crazy to love you
Jumping off a bridge
Jumping off a bridge
Jumping off a bridge
Jumping off a bridge
poem by Lynne . Tosh.
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Early Morning Snore
It starts of just before four am
with a put, put, put of an old Volkswagen,
and then descended into
a motorcycle engine on idle
with a tick-a-tick-a-tick
before revving up a notch
into an motorcycles engines roar.
Hence, my other half was at it again
with her early morning snore.
Like everyone, she denies that she ever snores.
Each morning like a regular alarm clock,
she starts her snoring engine
and I quickly vacate the bed,
it is my only escape to peace,
away from a motorcycle engine
roaring inches from my head.
One day I got out my portable Dictaphone
and started recording her,
when I played it back
she said I had recorded out in the street somewhere.
Now I am an early riser,
and who wouldn’t be
with a motorcycle engine roaring
just inches away from your ear.
12 December 2009
poem by David Harris
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However Absurd
Ears twitch, like a dog, breaking eggs in a dish.
Do not mock me when I say this is not a lie.
Its funny thing, half serious, with our hands on our ears.
Living dreams with mouths ajar, wide awake, we go to sleep.
However absurd, however absurd... it may seem.
However absurd, however absurd... it may seem.
Something special between us, when we mmade love the game was over.
I couldnt say the words, words wouldnt get ny feelings through,
So I keep talking to you...
However absurd, however absurd... it may seem.
However absurd, however absurd... it may seem.
Custom made dinosaurs, too late now, for a change.
Everything is under the sun, but nothing is for keeps...
However absurd, however absurd... it may seem.
However absurd, however absurd... it may seem.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Their Marriage: Phase 2
they sleep early
and wake up early
the splendor of odor
the magic of skin all gone
back to back with time
they have nothing to share
except their promise
to complete the journey of marriage
sailing on mutual affections of pity
and sympathy less the excitement
silence holding on to silence
love shrinking to its essence
understanding digs deeper
to souls intertwined longing
for that final resting place
the same God as their witness.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Isnt It Crazy
isn't it crazy how
you cant see things right in front of your eyes
isn't it crazy how
love always seems to slowly die
isn't it crazy how
i fell for you and then fell right back out
isn't it crazy how
your something i can live without
isn't it crazy how
how you put me through a lot
isn't it crazy how
your something i just forgot
poem by Mers Muniz
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Libidinal Energies
Potential is as essential as implementation.
It is best when effective.
And experienced when used.
However...
When potental is never realized,
Implementation becomes another fixation.
As if libidinal energies kept at a fever pitch,
With other wishes determined to manifest.
That are eagerly expressed but eventually dismissed.
Until the memory of having it fades and disappears.
To leave discussions about potential,
No one gets or experiences the power of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crazy Enough
I am crazy enough to jump off a bridge for you
Even when i have seen you only ounce.
I am crazy enough to still be thining about you
Even when i know nohting of you at all
crazy enough to build castles in the sky
crazy enough to imagine you and me
crazy enoughto never see
the lie of you
I am crazy enough to stand in the rain
so i might see you once more
crazy enough to follow you home
so i can see you for a while
and i am crazy enough to want to be your
sickness so that you might go unhindered
crazy enough that no pain hurts me deeply
crazy enough that i cant let go
i am crazy enough to want to die for you
and there is nothing known about you
i am crazy enoughto want to kidnap you
and watch you gorw old in the cupboard of my mind
crazy enough to kill you so i might have you forever
crazy enough to only think
' if not mine no one else's'
crazy enouhg that i might want to haunt you
I am crazy enough to hear what i want
crazy enough to hurt you so i might love you more
crazy enough to offer my soul
for you
crazy enouhg to want to
be you
i am crazy enough to say that
i dont know you except by sight
but i love you all the same
poem by Shayla Bowser
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Just Plain Crazy
i've got to be crazy
for talking to you
i'm letting you pull
at the old heartstrings again
isn't it enough
that i froze my heart for you
i can't stand this torture anymore
just plain crazy
for thinking these thoughts of you
why can't i just move on
and live my life
why do i always have
you with me in my heart
i just wish that i could let you go
just plain crazy
to be in love with you still
i shouldn't be
for you are married now
i miss you so much more
than you will ever know
oh please help me
to be at peace again
for i am tired of this torture
this pain in my heart
it is driving me
just plain crazy
poem by Grace Hays
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The Grave
The career in the tomb is magnificent,
Hell has a chance, whilst heaven also is possible.
Take care! Be with calibre and be sharp,
As much as a knife that cuts deep and makes a wound.
May we condemn the blasphemers, and let them rot
After many years and centuries of so awkward torture.
A cadaver is sometimes blessed, but not often,
It may need reviving by the almighty angels,
Such as the death angels.
A grave shall swear it created joy for some,
And an attraction for many.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Awkward Age
I should have know that you were only just fifteen
You had a scowl like a Klingon beauty queen
Old enough to stand out but to young to stand with pride
So uncomfortable in your messed-up skin
And the cool parties never let you in
I can still relate to being so high and dry
Don't cry...
You're just at an awkward age
We'll all be fine
Disgraceful under pressure
Don't toe the line
You're just at an awkward age
Don't cry- just an awkward age
Don't cry
You're just at an awkward...
You look at me like i know what's going on
I'm looking back and i wonder what went wrong
I really thought by now a few things might clarify
I got a mind that goes out to lunch for days
And a body that sometimes disobeys
I get into the parties but i hate them 'cos i'm shy
Oh my...
I'm still at an awkward age
We'll all be fine
Disgraceful under pressure
Don't toe the line
You're just at an awkward age
Don't cry- just an awkward age
Don't cry
You're just at an awkward...
We're supposed to be happy
Supposed to be tough
Supposed to be flawless
Snd buy the right stuff
They want us all swimming
Don't care if we drown
Do don't let 'em take you down
It's a scary mountain to climb up without a guide
Besides...
We live in an awkward age
song performed by by Joe Jackson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Fever
Hes got a split finger wrap
And his ropes pulled way to tight
Hes got a lunatic smile
cause hes really drawn deep tonight.
Hes got a fever, fever, fever, fever
Grab a hold of anything and hold on tight >br> it hits you like the venom from a rattle snake bite
Were all here cause hes not all there tonight.
He takes one breath
And time turns inside out
Then the gate busts open to the world he dreams about.
Hes got a fever, fever, fever, fever
Stick a rope on anything cause he dont care
Hed even take a ride on the electric chair
Were all here cause hes not all there tonight.
He says its really kind of simple
Keep your mind in the middle
While your butt spins round and round
Take heed to sankeys preachin
Keep liftin and reachin
And ridin like there aint no clowns.
What he loves might kill him
But hes got no choice
Hes a different breed
With a voice down deep inside
Thats screamin he was born to ride.
Hes got a fever, fever, fever, fever
Fever makes you crazy cause it makes no sense
Like runnin from your shadow out of self-defense
He wont run and baby he cant hide
He thinks the odds are even leavin one hand tied
He gets so tired of hangin on so tight
I know you think hes crazy well I think youre right
Were all here cause hes not all there thats right.
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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