Force and Behaviour
Legless he stands somehow to guage his accent on life,
To guage a lower position I fear, or I dare
Speak to him on loathsome issues, on felony
Charges and monstrous crimes such as Death.
poem by Naveed Akram
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In a Reflective Mood
Life has no gurantees...
Mind has no boundaries...
Love has no expiry date....
Compassion has no nameplate...
Soul has no death...
Deception has no depth....
Beauty has no age....
Truth has no guage....
Anger has no friend....
Courage has no dead end....
A lie has no conscience....
Conflict has no sentience...
Violence has no cadence....
Cruelty has no penance...
Resentment has no fragrance....
Harmony has no grievance...
Worry has no silence...
Equanimity has no violence...
Freedom has no cage....
Humility has no retirement age....
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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The eternal maid
Her feet are red roses
Her skirt is red
Her face is roseate
She is the eternal maid
Her shadow shadows forth
The world that springs from her curious mirth
That neither gods nor sages can guage
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Brackets - 0269 Initial Version
Break down all brackets, let your spirit soar,
Refuse restrictions, even golden cage,
As fame has second thoughts as timely age
Celebrity converts to dusty store.
Karma of light and laughter seek, no more,
Enlightenment before the day Life's page
Turns to find one absent from its stage.
Swiftly guage what truth is, what is fiction, at Life's core
(30 August 1989)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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La Vita Nuova
Last summer, in the blue heat,
Over the beach, in the burning air,
A legless beggar lurched on calloused fists
To where I waited with the sun-dazed birds.
He said, "The summer boils away. My life
Joins to another life; this parched skin
Dries and dies and flakes away,
Becomes your costume when the torn leaves blow."
--Thus in the losing autumn,
Over the streets, I now lurch
Legless to your side and speak your name
Under a gray sky ripped apart
By thunder and the changing wind.
poem by Weldon Kees
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There stands death
There stands death
a black distillate in a waitresses leftover coffee cup
the only answer when even the echo does not reply
There stands death
a masked figure whose face you cannot see
black hooded wretch who beckons come with me
There stands death
reaching out for you with both hands
While you do not dare take a single breath
As a child i played hide and seek
While hiding i heard my breath
thinking
Death is hide and seek
Never being found
ever again
There stands death
beau golden
poem by Beau Golden
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The Warrior's Fear
The warrior waits, with fear.
Fear of never returning
Fear of losing all he has.
Fear for his family, without him.
Fear of letting them down.
Fear of letting his captain down.
Fear of letting his friends down.
The warrior kneels to the ground.
He prays, prays for a long time.
The warrior stands up.
He feels no longer fear, but security.
The warrior charges into battle,
Determined.
Ready.
No longer fearful.
Never to return.
A Fear Through Words
It is through fear I write this
Through fear I dare not speak these words
Or name the muse of who I pen them to
I hold a gentle and honest love to my heart
Such a love as yet untried and unknown
What good are my words when I cannot speak them
To my muse so beautiful so sweet, so divine
I fear I may lose them so completely
That I stay silent, bide my words so well
And watch with abject despair
My muse, object of my whole desire
Grow more distant with each passing day
And I fear I may lose all together
By speaking these words, these cursed words
I asked myself once, what I search for
Is it what I want or what I need in life
And there I saw my muse, a world of beauty
More than I could imagine or ask for
A gentle heart and loving nature
Those warm soothing eyes I look to
Do not see me as I would wish
I fear if they were to, see my innermost soul
My passion and my love for them
They would turn away and be lost completely
Which is why I write with fear
These words I dare not speak
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Sonnet- The Wily World
Enthroned and given power, when you are,
They come the rascals, scoundrels, one by one!
Saluting bringing gifts and talking fair;
To get their selfish favors, slyly done.
They were your real foes at earlier times;
Gossiping, gathering information;
When good fortune now favorably chimes,
They come with bouquets, congratulations!
The Wolves have shed their sheepskin camouflage!
The sheep can graze without much danger now;
Their wickedness now runs in metre-guage!
They hesitate to never bend or bow.
This is the kind of world, we live in!
A world of shamelessness and mortal sin.
poem by John Celes
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Dare Speak Me
Words don't roll off my tongue
Prefer being lodged in my throat
Tickle, Consciousness pricking
Fear induced swallows of Constricted truth
Dare I speak/ What would the world say
Dare I speak/ What would the world think
Naked thought aint' exactly P.C.
Honesty usually isn't policy's best
Especially choosing irony outlined boundaries
Hypocritical VERBS metamorphosis
Stuck, Awaiting liberation
Dare I Speak Me? ? ?
poem by Naked Thought
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Fear And Death
Fear could be the starter of death
Death envokes fear
Both team up to destroy dreams and lives
As life goes on death and fear multiplies
Never fear death or it may control you
Death uses your fears to quicken the pace
Death still surrounds you as your fear as well
poem by Runni McDaniel
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Death, My Dear Old Friend
Can you tell me
what it feels like,
to be afraid of death?
I do not know
what it's like
to fear death.
Death,
I am not scared.
Why should I be?
I am nothing
If I die
Nothing would change
NO tears would be shed
No one would care
No one would notice
So why should I fear death?
Others don't value my life
And I certainly don't
People think I'm happy!
They believe this mask I wear!
They believe all my bullsh*t!
I have no fear
Death is my friend!
And I welcome him with open arms!
So can you tell me
What is fear?
What is death?
Why should I fear death?
Why should I care?
Am I even important?
poem by David Zhukov
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Spiritual Lockups
Living in the shadows
Listening to the daily rants,
The blatant condemnations.
Being kept in the closets
Without ventilation.
Then, you would be stoned,
Receiving death:
A lesser penalty.
Now, you are confined
To the spiritual lockups,
Cause you dare
To be different:
With a sexual orientation
You did not conceived.
Dare to be different:
The way you speak.
Dare to be different:
By what you wear.
Dare to be different:
In your mannerisms.
Dare to be different:
Cause you are different.
Let them go ahead and hang you,
If they are without sins.
Let them laugh,
At your tears.
Let them sit in the pews,
And scorn you;
Thank God
Jesus is a friend of sinners.
JAH!
poem by Buxton Shippy
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The Thin Line
Another hungry look in her eyes again
Pacing the floor
The hunt begins
Skin-tight leather provides my pleasure
Wake my fear, surge wit the pressure
Walk away and leave forever, do I dare?
Raise my eyes, she stands
Holding out healing hands...are you happy now?
Chorus
I walk the thin line for you
Do just what you say to
With fear as my friend
I walk the thin line one more time for you
Addictive face pretending, dont speak the word
Forbidden sin relenting, I barely heard...
Screams of entry blur my vision
Wake my fear of divine intervention
Crawl away and bleed forever, if you dare
Hand on mouth the game goes on
Love, our stage to play upon
Are you happy now?
Chorus
song performed by by Queensryche
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The poem and her poet
Death once told poor life defeated by life:
Life's no life if lived on the edge of knife,
No more a struggle, nor is full of strife,
Do ye know how many deaths is Death rife?
Death's all death; the same is not true of life,
Life tries to knot her up snaps when death's knife,
But I've heard a man asking on death bed,
Pray, tell me Death, how long ere I'm all dead?
To him, said death, straightening up his head,
Moments might when look like minutes of dread,
Minutes stretch and stretch into hours, instead,
When hours take days, and days, years, you are dead.
Remember, life's lived moment to moment,
‘Tis measured too in a moving moment,
Forget not: Death alone is permanent,
I dwell in life from birth, live life dormant;
There's no freedom in life, nor should death call,
Death changes but the bricks of prison wall,
All quarrels ‘tween life and death, big and small,
Settled are, death when proves him far too tall.
Life is a small piece, but a paragraph
Of my poem, said Death, metre nor measure but in half,
Life may decide every new beginning,
But ‘tis me that knows the length, knows ending.
Eons pass sans measure for endless time,
While no clocks tick, nor dare their hours to chime,
Boulders of rocks break down whilst time stands still,
O grinding into grains of sands sans will.
While life is stuck with my poem's first rhyme,
Death challenged life to dare the worst she can,
I'm the Absolute trouser wearing man1,
I wonder how relative would tick time!
_____________________________________________ ___________
1. Death muses himself to be the male principle, the purusha.
The poem stands for life and prakriti. The piece here depicts
a dialogue between Life, or the matter, the poem and her
creator poet, the Death. In Indic philosophy, purusha is the
presiding deity, the atman or soul, which is eternal and body
is made of prakriti, the material nature, which is death-bound.
_____________________________________________ __________________
- Musings | 12.08.12 |
poem by Aniruddha Pathak
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Just to Have Their Way
Issues.
Of all kinds.
And varying flavors are there.
Share yours or select one.
Discuss as many as you dare!
Those with them,
Aren't bashful at all.
In fact...
Those who sit,
Without willing to share their issues quick.
Are often dismissed as difficult to get along with.
Since they aren't afraid to say...
Those with issues,
Also choose to have their insecurities displayed...
To block what others may do,
Just to have their way!
And usually they get it...
Only to expose themselves dimwitted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Issues
Issues are abound and around,
Issues break the hearts astound,
Issues encourage being excellent,
Issues envisage the predicament,
Issues are the oars to push the boat,
Issues are umbrellas, get wet, not protects,
Issues issue the ticket to the ground,
Imitate the quality of the dew on the grass,
To minimize the issues as small as possible,
When the dew reflects the tallest building,
on its smallest surface without illusion,
When the dew on the grass can reflect it,
Upside down in same proportion,
Why are we, human, afraid of issues?
Make it small and solve it.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Hold Your Position (Stones)
Now here comes the great musical thing called "hold your position"
Rasta, them style ya a just levelment Uncle seen
Hold me position, Just a hold me position
I ya, hold me position, just a hold me position
Go on, hold me position, just a hold me position
Just like Jesus Christ in the valley of decision
Devil come along and tru to deceive man through him
Got him plan from the older one
Him had to hold him position, had to hold him position yeh
Hold him position, had to hold him position
Well rhythm like this makes me and me daughter
Go down at the dance, bubble on the corner
When the rhythm is sweet, we a go hold tighter
Rub-adub like this makes you go one
So you hold your position
Say you hold you position aya
Hold your position, say hold your position
Things and time was a getting slow let off the rhythm
Let the good time roll
Don't bother go a slow and stay a back row
I man come to make the rhythm
Just a rock and flow, because me hold me position
Just a hold me position
Special request to 39 Acker Tree, Frontline, everyman on Kime
UB40 say come and rhyme
Yes, Daddy Stone, me in the dance hall style
So we really come to make it versatile
Because one of a kind we come to blow your mind
So you should hold you position
Yes, hold your position, aya
Hold your position, hold your position
Hold Your Position (cont'd) Stones
Skank steady, Skank Steady
I tell you rock the rhythm
You should skank down steady
You know you say, it heavier than lead
Kinda tougher than tough
You know that Jah, Jah covers
Since he stands over us
So hold your position
Hold your position
Move to the east, and you could a move to the west
Lyrics like this Jab know never go jest
Say chunk ice water say right to your chest
Intercity, outer city everywhere the best you better
Hold you position, just hold your position
Hold you position, say hold your position
Well rhythm like this is really so hot
Let off the vilse because a legal shot
Because we hold our position
Yes, we hold our position aya
Hold our position yes, hold our position
Hold on tight never let go
Tee, ta, tee, say them all in a row
Donkey want water, you should hold him
Joe hold on tight and never let go
Hold your position, just hold your position
Hold your position a ya, just hold your position
Wah dat, hold your position
I say hold your position settle hold your position John
Hold you position Aunty, hold your position
Say hold your position go on
Hold your position, tell them rhythm so crucial
Rhythm so nice like sugar, like a spice
Cause when we a come a dance give you rough, nough, choice
A youth like me should a drive Rolls Royce
Sugar my tea baby, you're irie thought the two of us
Will go to bed cosy
Just a hold me position, hold me position
song performed by by Ub40
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Fears of a teenage mafioso
Fear of love,
Fear of pain,
Fear of the unforgiving cane,
Fear of lies,
Fear of sighs,
Fear of those distraught eyes,
Fear for the unknown,
Fear for the known,
Fear of everything combined,
Fear is what makes me blind,
Fear is what makes me think,
and act in blind accordance,
Hindering the world around me,
Hence, My Fear of myself
Fear is when you run away,
Fear is when you’re scared to love someone,
Fear is when the sky turns grey,
Fear of confusion,
Fear is like a dark blue ocean,
Fear won’t let me escape
Fear mocks me, watching
Fear taunts me, waiting
Fear of losing,
Fear you cannot see,
Fear dealt upon thee.
Fear of darkness and death,
Fear of a dead comrade,
Fear of a gun being cocked,
Fear of being endlessly stalked,
Fear of time,
Fear of all the crime,
Fear of the undesirable truth,
Fear for the good.
Fear for the sake of life,
Fear of the neighbors next door,
Fear of the secretive man in the subway,
Fear of the revolutionary uproar,
Fear is to not rejoice your living,
Fear for the sake of your life,
But to fear is to forsake it.
Fear is to have no hope in life,
Fear of the fear of fear,
We need no reason to fear,
For fear has no reason for itself.
I guess life is just like that,
To fear for no reason,
For to fear is not to reason,
But to reason is to fear.
To fear for the sake of fear,
Is fear for fear,
So let me think,
What else do I fear?
What else do I fear?
What else do I fear?
poem by David daveres
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Canadian Forbidden Issues Nov 6th,2012
Canadian binding referendums are completely forbidden,
Our peaceful politicians don't want to be overridden,
Just like death-with-dignity issues - we're going nowhere,
Ottawa aristocrats wont allow it so we don't stand a prayer.
And we don't have set date elections so no one knows for sure,
Because politicians can cause these issues to be obscure,
And bought media moguls concentrate on different stuff,
As if other issues are more important and that's enough.
You can't vote for a senator so these issues too stay vague,
Therefore death-with-dignity has to be avoided like the plague,
And you don't have to vote at all so you can just stay home,
Or take a vacation or buy a new car with lots of shiny chrome.
poem by James Bredin
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Penitence
Great God!
Greater than greatest! better than the best!
Kinder than kindest! with soft pity's eye
Look down -
On a poor breathing particle of dust!
Or, lower, - an immortal in his crimes.
His crimes forgive, forgive his virtues too!
Those smaller faults, half converts to the right.
poem by Edward Young
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