Furious Poison
Fury is a shred of anger in nightmares,
Cleansing this spirit with a poison, you fail.
Barley and oats must be eaten furiously
To make dangerous men learn of food.
Ceremonious battles engage in waters
Then inside the river and then the sea.
Serenity was accompanied by calm of highness,
Fury had magically removed itself,
A remedy was action enough, actions.
An obdurate general worked mystery
So often then inside the waters of the sea.
So furious was the water of this ocean
That the proofs of mathematics accused us.
poem by Naveed Akram
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And the Waters Come Raging
And the waters come raging
like a month-long monsoon
spreading their fury in minutes
and seconds, making busy streets
of shops and houses into
deep sea of mud and graves.
And the waters come raging
like a giant thief in the night
unwanted, unexpected
stamping down on trees,
animals, cars and humans
flushing them out like
manure to a tunnel without light.
And the waters come raging
with the screams and cries
of the stranded on rooftops
the tears of those who cannot
save and find their loved ones,
the prayers of those who wait
until the fury of the waters
should calm down and subside.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Furore
The furore approaching is ascending,
To alight and be fury so it escapes;
An insurrection is similar, so to state,
So leave the lovers and the musicians.
Fury needs anger to muster a full pledge,
Mastering us when the politician appears
With his sound and noise, his superior hearing,
His speaking learns for us, the fury is again.
He is no mountebank, no clever charlatan,
But an impossible man of high consequences,
Fully desired by the newspapers, and the journals,
So then the furious men talk, so that we learn.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Nature's fury
Nature's fury
I am in no mood to talk
Refuse to breathe fresh air and go for walk
Somewhat I feel uneasy and could think no more
When the people will end thrust to explore?
Have we not gone too far?
Probed so much in sky and now rushing to stars
Entire orbit has become dangerous and risky
We enjoy our achievement by celebrating it with whiskey
On earth many people die of hunger
Bulk of the population starve and suffer from anger
They take to arms and hunt for justice
What has happened to us for not keeping the promises?
Nature has turned rude and now threatening
Sky is ready to strike with powerful lightening
Sea waves rise to alarming level and plunder its coast
We have done nothing to preserve nature and that dearly costs
Tsunami, earth quakes and eruption of lava is witnessed
Its origin with causes is ascertained and traced
Sea waters and mountains are polluted
The nature is reduced and its impact diluted
We hear catastrophe in many pars of the world
The deserts are experiencing snow and getting cold
Snow is melting alarmingly and causing floods
Many parts come under water cause the shortage of food
Despite all this we have turned executioner
Shoot innocent people and make them sufferer
Where else to go for remedy and pray?
So the nature is turning against in all the ways
It was heard occasionally about natural calamity
Now it has become regular feature with continuity
Let us be wise and think seriously about nature's fury
Let each one of act independently and think as that of jury
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Teach The Gifted Children
Teach the gifted children
Teach them to have mercy
Teach them about sunsets
Teach them about moonrise
Teach them about anger
The sin that comes with dawning
Teach them about flowers
And the beauty of forgetfulness
Then take me to the river (take me to the river)
And put me in the water (and put me in the water)
Bless them and forgive them (take me to the river)
Father cause they just dont know (take me to the river)
All the gifted children
Teach the gifted children
The way of men and animals
Teach them about cities
The history of the mysteries
Their vice and their virtues
About branches that blow in the wind
On the wages of their sins
Teach them of forgiveness
Teach them about mercy
Teach them about music
And the cool and cleansing waters
What do they say, take me to the river (take me to the river)
Take me to the river (take me to the river)
Put me in the water (take me to the river)
And teach the gifted children (take me to the river)
All the gifted children (take me to the river)
(take me to the river)
(take me to the river)
song performed by by Lou Reed
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No One Steps Twice On The River Of Life...
it is not the rage of this river.
when i was a child, as mother says,
i keep my finger inside my mouth
sucked by my throat, to keep hunger away
beside the bank of this river
i am the spectator
and the river believes in the magic
of my innocence
it flows always in a distant
affection,
it is not the rage of the river,
it is i, the grown up man who goes swimming
in the river and feel
the joys of its cool waters
always moving on towards
a destination
it is the swimming with a friend
and then
with a lover and then with a wife
and then my silence,
what we do not have we force to forget
it is the bathing in the river
the rinsing and the cleansing of the waters
it is not the rage of this river
and then we become too weak to be in this river
the river moves on and on
towards the deepest sea looking for the
opening
i wait by the bank of this river
many things have been missed
the more important ones
the one that gives the posterity of
my humanity
it is denied of me because of this river
that gives me nothing
all the while i was the leaf that fell off from
the tree
on the side of this river
and i floated because i have nothing to do
because i can do nothing about
the flow of the river
i become the dead leaf that the air
rides upon
tossed and bumped on boulders
till i sink
deep down the river
that i shall pass only once.
time.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Hate That Destroys The World
when hate arrives with silent fury like a
tsunami,
so many lives are broken
so many houses are buried beneath
the muddy waters
have pity for the little girl
who was playing with her doll
when your gigantic waves
buried her alive,
that little boy was climbing the apple tree
to gather the ripe ones
mothers were frying bacon in the kitchen
as fathers went to work all day
in the ceramics factory
it was your hate that washed and buried them
all alive
and now
when you are at peace on
a subsiding fury
what do you have to see?
an island of debris
a long line of hungry people waiting for food and water
slippery roads
muddy feet
an open ground without shelter
lost dogs roaming the streets
an island that is warped in time in utter
distress
a sudden loneliness
the whole world watches
with horror and pity
inside you is another world full of guilt
what your hate has destroyed
you can never pay...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Angry Words Hurt.
Diamond hard with sharp and bladey edge, at each thrust
As anger twists the fiery words' serrated steel,
It undertakes to bring it's victim to the dust.
Anger achieves, but leave anger well alone.
Fury hurts most those whom to fury are prone.
The River Flows
The river flows quiet and swift
It twists and turns as the waters drift
It branches and breaks—its fingers entwine
It grows and grows—snakes like a vine.
The river with the soft scent of a calm day
With the smell of clean—hanging—still—in the grey
And sweetness carried on the breath of morning
It caresses the river—the waters flowing.
The river—crystalline from winter melt
And sweet with the summer soon felt
It tastes of springtime—the season between
And flows the river—so blue and clean.
The river—its lazy trickle of water
The musical rhythm—the ocean’s daughter
It whispers and murmurs—a song of its own
Playing over and over—in continuous drone.
The river—so clear and cool
The water flows—the color like a jewel
Its soft arms embrace the shore
The river surging from the days before.
The river flows quiet and swift
It twists and turns as the waters drift
It branches and breaks—its fingers in twine
It grows and grows—snakes like a vine.
poem by Kailey Jennings
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Waterway Crossing
The river flowed
Serenely at first
Then turbulently
Before finally drying up
Still, his effervescence,
Not his evanescence
Is what wells up in my memory
For his waters, running,
Unleashed a dam in my soul
That the words stuck within
Now rush forth unrelenting
A whole decade's worth of words
I never knew how to speak before
So I am grateful to the river
For tapping gently at my core
Yet sadder all the same
To realize, that beautiful river far away
Had to stop flowing
Before the one inside of me
Could start pouring out at will
Nevertheless, my river shall go on
It shan't be kept silent
It shan't be quieted by sorrow
Perhaps one day it'll flow,
As all rivers eventually do,
Straight into the great big ocean
Where the first river had gone on to
And when our waters meet
He would not know me
He would not realize his feat
He would not greet me like a sister
And even so, the crossing would be sweet
poem by Donna Dolorical
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The Mistic Ocean
It's a beautiful the mistic ocean.
I‘m intoxicating because a unknown mystery.
The Ocean feel as my inside world and
the surf break as drops of water.
The soul was very lonely so came to see a the Ocean's kept a dreamed and
It wanted to be similiar to the Ocean.
The wide the Ocean is the native place of everything life very long time ago.
At the Ocean my mind is easy fall in love if exist person that well suit to me.
I felt the cold weather of life so I came to the Ocean.
Here I seek for that The dream of my soul.
Sometimes the Ocean was melancholy and furious.
It shows to we irdirectly that the various foms of the life
I want eagerly that
always as friend I'll do with Ocean and
permenently I'll live to keep the dream of Ocean.
I Like To Build This Bridge
i like to build this bridge
between us
the river that divides us
is long and wide
and the waters rage like the fury
of the night
that fought against
the bright days
of my life
i like to build this bridge
between our minds
two continents divided by an ocean
seemingly
the shores
they're nowhere to be found
i like to build this bridge
let me just tell you that
before i finally take
my leave
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This One
Did I ever take you in my arms,
Look you in the eye, tell you that I do,
Did I ever open up my heart
And let you look inside.
If I never did it, I was only waiting
For a better moment that didnt come.
There never could be a better moment
Than this one, this one.
The swan is gliding above the ocean,
A God is riding upon his back,
How calm the water and bright the rainbow
Fade this one to black.
Did I ever touch you on the cheek
Say that you were mine, thank you for the smile,
Did I ever knock upon your door
And try to get inside?
If I never did it, I was only waiting
For a better moment that didnt come.
There never could be a better moment
Than this one, this one.
The swan is gliding above the ocean,
A God is riding upon his back,
How calm the water and bright the rainbow
Fade this swan to black.
What opportunities did we allow to flow by
Feeling like like the timing wasnt quite right?
What kind of magic might have worked if we had stayed calm,
Couldnt I have given you a better life?
Did you ever take me in your arms,
Look me in the eye, tell me that you do?
Did I ever open up my heart,
Let you look inside?
If I never did it, I was only waiting
For a better moment that didnt come.
There never could be a better moment
Than this one, this one.
The swan is gliding above the ocean,
A God is riding upon his back,
How calm the water and bright the rainbow
Fade this swan to black.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Deep Deep Ocean
I heard you call my name
Why do you sit in silence
When theres a whole world waiting
Between these islands
I lay my love down to make you this bridge
But when the tide runs out
Im still at the waters edge
Theres a deep deep ocean
I want to find out what you hide inside of that
Deep deep ocean
Whats it take for you to be satisfied
You walk alone at night
So secretive and quiet
I hear the roar of your heartbeat
So why do you deny it
Hold me and show me my love cant be wrong
And Ill be swept away
By the storm beneath your calm
Theres a deep deep ocean
I want to find out what you hide inside of that
Deep deep ocean
Whats it take for you to be satisfied
If you keep holdin back emotion
One of us might drown in this deep deep ocean
Whats it gonna take
Whats it gonna be
When you gonna break and open up to me
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Fury Of The Wild
Sighs - The fury has electrified my mind
Sighs - The hatred burns inside by the mark of vengeance I will grind
Sighs - The sound of metal falling to the ground
Sighs - By blood we will unite by blood we are forever bound
Vengeance calling me
Oh, please set me free
The Fury of the Wild
Locked up in this cage
Can't you feel the rage?
The Fury of the Wild
Sighs - Your silence will not sanctify your crime
Sighs - When revolution calls I will be the first in line
Vengeance calling me
Oh, please set me free
The Fury of the Wild
Locked up in this cage
Can't you feel the rage?
The Fury of the Wild
Now as you stand on your own
With the future, face to face
Take a look at me now
Feel the fury, taste my rage
Come taste my revenge
Unbent - Unbowed - Unbroken
Vengeance calling me
Oh, please set me free
The Fury of the Wild
Locked up in this cage
Can't you feel the rage?
The Fury of the Wild
song performed by by Hammerfall
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Hurt Like An Ocean
Ocean
once in a while calm
but known for being rough
beuatiful like the sky
but delicate and dangerous underneath
people sailing over it
people trying to get deep inside to discover a reason to lifes questions
to steal her treasure
humans destroy her
their polution
their carelessness
I am like the ocean
rarely calm
people call me beuatiful
but can i be with how dangerous i am
people get hurt trying to get inside my head
freinds like waves
in my life and then out
destroying my soul
trying to steal my heart
or my inner most secrets
you harm me
you hurt my heart
stop polluteing my mind with ideas that will never happen
i dont like fairy tales
the ocean continues to be hurt
and so do i
no wonder its one of the worlds most dangerous jobs to work on the sea
you hurt the sea so she hurts you
you hurt me ill hurt you
simple concept that no one seems to understand
we will continue to be hurt
and prosectuted
for the enjoyment of others
we have done nothign wrong
yet you punish us
one day it will all blow up in your face
when that day comes
me and the ocean will sit back and laugh
poem by Jessie Lee
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Washing Of The Water
River, river carry me on
Living river carry me on
River, river carry me on
To the place where I come from
So deep, so wide, will you take me on your back for a ride
If I should fall, would you swallow me deep inside
River, show me how to float
I feel like Im sinking down
Thought that I could get along
But here in this water
My feet wont touch the ground
I need something to turn myself around
Going away, away towards the sea
River deep, can you lift up and carry me
Oh roll on though the heartland
til the sun has left the sky
River, river carry me high
til the washing of the water make it all alright
Let your waters reach me like she reached me tonight
Letting go, its so hard
The way its hurting now
To get this love untied
So tough to stay with thing
cause if I follow through
I face what I denied
I get those hooks out of me
And I take out the hooks that I sunk deep in your side
Kill that fear of emptiness, loneliness I hide
River, oh river, river running deep
Bring me something that will let me get to sleep
In the washing of the water will you take it all away
Bring me something to take this pain away
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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A Love Me?
If my actions are blind to me
when others react
that reaction I take as blasphemy
unjustly given and a mystery.
If I am blind and not remember
when I kicked the dog
then the snarling dog
barking at me
seems totally unforeseen.
If often repeated
I apply doggie discipline
not seeing
that in each instance
my unremembered action of kicking the dog
is directly related to the dog
snarling at me.
If you are angry with me
and I fail to connect it to
what I just did
then I am truly blind
and can not see
that your anger
did not occur out of the blue
but came from the action
that came from me.
If this all applies to both of us
then anger reigns constantly.
So how to lament for love
when all I see, or all you see
is what each of us want
love to mean to each of us
ignoring
what love you have to give
and my own actions
which thwart the very love
I hope to receive.
So I concentrate
in talking with you
about what love means to me
therefore I am blind
to what love you need.
.
My blind eye
can only see
that you constantly deny me
the love I want
blinding me too to
the love you give.
You can't give a man food
who is hungry for love
and expect that food
will be Love's Fulfilling Metaphor.
You can't' expect that supporting your family
is Love's Fulfilling Activity
and a sufficient substitute.
The love we give indeed
must be love
not Love's Simplistic Acolytes.
You know I love you because
I work hard for you;
because I cook for you
because I care for the children for you
because I sacrifice for you
because I discipline the kids;
are all Love's
Poor Pale Subsitututes
and it's Frothy Placebos.
Love is not
the wedding ring
the pretty photo
the material things.
Love is its own mystery.
So, let's not ask
what is this Love:
ask instead
do you feel loved
by me?
That is Love's True Test
and, too,
more fulfilling.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Howls
Howling is an act of religion,
Beneath it is the urge to cry and be in a fog,
When flowers burst with fruit
And actions desire each other
To make a few mountains and mounts.
The future rings doorbells,
Feeling inside the prison cells
Like balloons rising,
Being blown across the waters
Of the Atlantic Ocean,
When suddenly or at once a land
Beams on us from nowhere.
It is the real authority to nevertheless
Be certain about.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Water and Spirit
A son does what he sees and,
A daughter does what see see too;
For this world do go around us to learn always.
At the seventh hour,
At the moving of the water,
Of the scraps that remained after the work;
Begotten of water and spirit for the wind to blow where it will,
And others born of the flesh like a keeper who gets the ball.
Born of the spirit,
A player scores a goal!
Rivers of living waters like clay with the spittle;
He is of age and she is of age too,
But a man's mind is full of darkness.
Of ears to hear,
Of eyes to see and,
Of a nose to smell with too;
But the measure you give is the measure you get.
When the water moves,
The spirit gives life;
Like heavenly bodies and earthly things,
But deep inside the well is the darkeness of death.
The bridegroom gets the bride and,
The light of life is for us all to share;
Like water and spirit on the muse of one's birth.
I came into to share my mind,
You came into life to play your part,
For this world is like the water and the spirit around us;
But the wind blows to where it will.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fury
Does the
Searing
Anger
Within you
Burn you
Inside out?
Good.
I wanted you
To know
The fury
Of a
Wounded
Woman.
Don’t
Mess
With her
Anymore.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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