My Small Lady
My lady has died when she was a child,
Never has a hood been recovered, for she was a child.
The same dress she wore was red and blue,
Like the veins and arteries of her entrails.
Inside her studs a man of daggers and bones,
Bones are hers but both daggers lie hidden
And what are these promising weapons?
Are they thoughts, or wisdom eggs?
They are the daggers of blindness, foul things
Perish in the wilderness.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I Can't Believe
Chastity
What a virtue to be stolen
Tragedy
Has forsaken into fake
Blasphemy
Shadow stripped me of my reason
Misery
Comes to bed with me tonight
What am I gonna do
And now I can't believe
You let this happen to me
And I can't believe
They put those daggers through me
And I can't believe
You didn't come to save me from my pain
Laughed at me
They hit my face and clutched my rosary
Humility
A lesson best just left alone
Heresy
Because I'm two inside my body
Irony
A child of love from a man I hate
Until my dying day
And now I can't believe
You let this happen to me
And I can't believe
They put those daggers through me
And I can't believe
You didn't come to save me from my pain
And now I can't believe
You let this happen to me
And I can't believe
They put those daggers through me
And I can't believe
You didn't come to save me from my pain
song performed by by Stone Sour
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Daggers In The Eyes
Some people
I saw
Some daggers in their eyes
A constant gaze
The gaze about to kill me
Or provoke me
To an extent
That I do something
To turn the daggers away
Aimed at me
The whole bunch of people
And their common intent
Having daggers in their eyes
Unleashed
And in control of a spirit
A calm effect was needed
And after a night
The spirit had gone
Like a virus
And slowly
Softness retuning to the eyes
Of those people
Some evil averted
Or magic of the village
In a reality that was
Though not palpable
But for the spirit
Harsh
And my experiment with magic realism
So the realism was
Subjected to magic
With a long line
And a time span
But I knew what it was
Instead
The daggers were pulled down
Softness returning
Experimenting with magic realism
And some demons of love
Some vital interests
And the dark side of the feminine
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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Tiny Daggers
Ever stop to wonder
Should I question
Move a stone look under
Should I judge
How you have changed my friend
Youre not the same my friend
Do you lose sleep at night
Do you ever stop to think
Where it went wrong for you
Who turned your reds to blue
Who put those tiny daggers in your heart
Who put those tiny daggers in your heart
Who put those tiny daggers in your heart
Ever stop to wonder
I should not question
Move a stone look under
I should not judge
They say youre never lonely
They say youre with the best
But when they turn those lights out
I bet you spin and turn
And cry just like the rest
And cry just like a baby
Ever stop to wonder
I should not question
Move a stone look under
I should not judge
No need for desperation
No need for sweet revenge
Please try to remember
The door is always there
Dont you walk on by
The door is always there
All you want to do is kick it in
All you got to do is walk right in
song performed by by INXS
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Lady Macbeth: Th' attempt and not the deed
Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready;
He could not miss 'em.
line from Macbeth, Act II, Scene 2 by William Shakespeare (1606)
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Monday's Child is Ill
Monday's child is ill, I'm told.
Tuesday's child has caught a cold.
Wednesday's child is down with the flu.
Thursday's child is feeling blue.
Friday's child can't eat any food.
Saturday's child is in a foul mood.
And the child that's born on the seventh day
Is the only child that feels okay.
poem by Bruce Larkin
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Brawls (Non Sequitur)
Punch after punch
The pain sank pensively
Hurling daggers of avenge
To a shapeless archenemy
The rotting succumb to its demise
Gust after gust
The wind cut exasperated wounds
With a tourniquet of self-pity
Looking for perfect flaws
The pillar toppled to mark a grave
Thunder after thunder
It benumbed the daunted heart
And bit the maker's hands
A pedagogy of aversive measures
We are conquered by our own devices
Storm after storm
You swept the peaceful dust
With a halcyon holocaust
Never acknowledging the faults
Drowning in your own weather
Wrath after wrath
Stropping the malcontent
Siphoning the lament
Caress the obstinate child
To deliver his own death
Death after death
The squalid hands exhumed the grave
Burn the bones and pray
To the god of bones for silence
And sully with the leprous sleep
Putrefaction after putrefaction
Meat after meat, bone after bone
Gambling to rival and resist
Defying the sharp demise
In a non sequitur brawl
poem by Norman Santos
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On the heights, all paths are paved with daggers.
Robert Jordan in The Wheel of Time
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Lonelier Than Alone
I found a labyrinth
that desires to be traversed
and I have thought of no one else
but your memory
The fluttering numbers
now reckoned asunder
with your sudden rebirth
it could only whet the daggers
kindling the vesper
I wallowed in this empty room
with florid riddles
but no one to excavate
the wisdom hidden
Nothing in the moon's penumbra
is immense like its demise
even the blue ether
lied
In the undulations of your
superfluous departure
the darkness had encumbered
the heaving chamber
of vacant words
And in this desolate time
after the moonshine
drains your interpolating echoes
while the shadows of yesterday
goads the bleakness
that came to me tonight
without remorse
I am lonelier than alone
as I stubbornly yearn
for what I had abjured
poem by Norman Santos
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Smog
Smog, filthy, thick smog and the bitter cold,
fills my mind as I think back to my childhood.
Our noses would be black with it,
our lungs clogged with it.
Worse of all was the zero visibility,
a mugger's delight and a child's nightmare.
We would walk in groups, with torches,
trying not to trip or fall.
Inside my bedroom window, ice would form
and outside I'd see stalactites
hanging like daggers,
beautiful.
Each winter we'd freeze and shiver
with only one small coal fire to heat
a two up, two down
terraced house.
I used to wait for the coalman
by the alley, where our gate was.
He'd black hands, dirty face
and a broad grin.
poem by Ruth Walters
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The Bones Of Angels
Long shadows
Bright light
That falls to the front
From a darkness behind
There is no end
To this mountain top
Inside these stones
Only peace will we find
Inside out
We're all part of the stone
That makes up the mountain
And harbours the bones
The bones of angels
That showed us the way
You can feel them at night
While they sleep through the day
The bones of angels
The bones of angels
Together we will be
Forever we will see
I see you
And I see me
And the bones of angels
song performed by by Chris Rea
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As I Face You On This Battle Front
this i can tell you
in all confidence
gone are swords
or daggers or missiles
or ak47s or anything
else more advanced
in this battlefront
all these and more are
but mere obselete
a look or
a word or
nth part of a glance
of ignoring or a touch
you shudder from
is far more lethal
than all these put together
even a dropp of blood
will never be seen
no ashes will ever get scattered
one goes about with blood
frozen in the veins till the breath
freezes at its appointed time
at its appointed place...
04jun2010
14.56hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Three children
Three little children.
One with a home.
One sitting on a thrown.
The last child only skin and bones.
One child lives happily with his family.
One child sits alone; his family won’t spare the time
The last child watches his mother die.
One child has a few new toys.
One child has the best toys anyone can imagine.
The last child plays with sticks and stones.
One child attends public school.
One child stays home and studies alone.
The last child has to cook and has never opened a book.
The children become men.
One man is off to war.
One man is sitting behind a jail door.
The last man is very far from poor.
poem by Yvette Carbajal
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Career Suicide
Vindiction bleeds you
From every pore
Until hope runs out
Until my feet leave the
Floor
The first trance of
That too familiar feeling
Smiles and daggers
Hearts are bleeding
Don't say no
I'll soon know
[chorus]
Convictions see you through
Are you all you know?
Your faded costume is
Wearing thin
Was there no comfort in
Your own skin?
You always were slow
Learner inside your ugly
Living lies
Tell yourself that
Next time you cry
Don't go
Don't go
Don't go
Don't do it
song performed by by Kittie
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Breath In My Night
The breath in my night has treasoned me today
The irony breaches my heart
So henceforth I know,
how daggers can carry as softly as clouds
and as sweetly as innocense
My day is voided out of the blue
and filled with missing and longing
For the breath in my night
Has left me to breath on my own
poem by John Emmett Anderson
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The Reign
In the reign of summer our beastliness makes the perfection,
Two daggers missed the creation so solid and true of illness.
Tell of the weapon best reserved for death, solutions are here,
A moment ago, the weapons of the kind we love resulted.
I have seen the waiting of the spring and winter, but not summer
Nor autumn, the will of a nature causes the seasons to change.
You thought of higher results so plentiful in the seasons of joy,
The reign of summer reasoned with the cold, and the hotness of joy.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Kiss of...
the pain inside me
wouldn't easily just melt away
the kiss of love
the kiss of passion
the kiss of hate
the kiss of hurt
the kiss of bitterness
the kiss of sweetness
the kiss of death
the kiss of life
which is your kiss
how is your kiss
the pain in my heart are still
inside me
which would burst any moment
the look I saw it from your eyes
told me that you are
sicked of me
and i was disgusting as a pest
the angry look of your eye
while seeing me
and i felt
infinity of daggers stabbing
straight into my heart
the pain would have its place inside me eternally
poem by Lin Kah Mun
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Fulfillment
By not wearing the studs, she sent him to abyss.
In her adhering now, she brought him to bliss.
That day, she gave him the manly status.
Thousand times he has seen that lotus.
That day the lotus was a different one.
With the studs given by him on her lobe.
When she wore his on her ears,
As though she bore him his child,
She appeared to him. He was thrilled.
Can she have it as sacred
As he holds her as sacred?
27.05.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Skeletons In The Closet
Woah-oh, woah-oh
Skeletons in my closet
Woah-oh, woah-oh yeah
Skeletons in my closet
Skeletons in my closet
Skeletons in my shoes
Skeletons I can only see
I said woah-oh, woah-oh
I got skeletons in my closet
I said woah-oh, woah-oh yeah
Skeletons in my closet
Skeletons I can lose
Skeletons in my basement
Loitering on my streets
Wearing my best pajamas
Sandwiched between my sheets
I said woah-oh, woah-oh yeah
Skeletons in my closet
I said woah-oh, woah-oh yeah
Skeletons in my closet
Ooh, I see bones
I see bones, icy bones
Ooh, I see bones
Say say bones - say boys don't you see them bones?
Rattle them bones at midnight
Shaking my bed, no sleep
I find fingers in my coat pocket
Skeletons from the deep
I said woah-oh, woah-oh
I got skeletons in my closet
I said woah-oh, woah woah-oh
I got skeletons in my closet
Ooh, I see bones
I see bones, s-see bones
Ooh, I see bones
I see bones
Say boys don't you see them bones?
No?
Heart bones, leg bones, ankle bones, arm bones,
finger bones, dogie bones, head bones
Skeletons in my closet
They even know when I'm in my closet
It's my.. my closet
Not your closet
My closet
You can have it though
Alice we want you
Alice
Alice
A-Alice
What?
Whaddya want
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Behind Your Motorbike
Your not so subtle
sagacious whims
cradled in brass knuckles
flummoxed
when you stripped
the callused skin
into a brusque
mad sea
of enigmatic
enthralls -
Have you seen
the albatross shuffled
its seaward compass
inveigled to your
thermal fan?
Where were you
behind the machine
that bludgeons
your words -
a rivulet of
well juggled daggers
double-edged
gambles?
Inside a chamber
stale as brittle bones
but the vulnerability
exonerates
the shy lacquer.
As you basked
in the piquant taste
of squalor
in your red cigarette
concealed behind
the blearing smoke
and the dry beer
rummaging
with you words,
Your soul -
soused in a quagmire
of kerosene
awaits for a fire
to ignite
your oblivious nights
We basked in the luxury
of your hidden empire
and wager for the sight
of its saluting banners
The air sculling
into your body
as you tear the streets
in a moonless night
in your motorbike
sifts into
a comely rubble
So stretch your arms
and let the cold
gnaw unto
the intoxication;
Let the shadows
cast themselves
in cobwebbed strings
but do not run
away;
And do not chase
the beacons of your
headlights
Just breathe in
for today
and spew the cheap thrills
for these shabby
little heavens
perched upon
your reticent palms
poem by Norman Santos
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Eternal pain.
the pain inside me
wouldn't easily just melt away
the kiss of love
the kiss of passion
the kiss of hate
the kiss of hurt
the kiss of bitterness
the kiss of sweetness
the kiss of death
the kiss of life
which is your kiss
how is your kiss
the pain in my heart are still
inside me
which would burst any moment
the look I saw it from your eyes
told me that you are
sickened of me
and i was disgusting as a pest
the angry look of your eye
while seeing me
and i felt
infinity of daggers stabbing
straight into my heart
the pain would have its place inside me eternally
poem by Jason Yarkie
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