The Weepers
The weeping of lovers crowds us
Inside the island of despair,
Forming weeds and algae of beauty,
Internal collisions desire us.
Potions bind their love with our
Throats that dry everyday.
Squirt anger at the beasts of fire,
As they squirt the blood in the veins.
Open the gateways of death,
Internal mysteries ally with us.
The wept diamonds sparkle
As the eyes made me one,
Like special worry of containers
Filled by the chastity of men and women
Who seek pleasures and damage.
The weeping of love ingrains in us
The heat, through and through.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Smooth....
you squirt like a squid
holy squirt, black splash
to a green sea
you squirt everything like a
filthy squid
everything to the greenish
portion of the sea
all the anemones sigh
sea corals dance
all spawns of womanhood
spread all over the
vast green
on the surface the object
of your desire is half-nude
fishing a dream
you never for once told him
about your hidden song
he is smooth, cool, able bodied
all the while wanting to catch you
and take you home
alive.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Going Out To The Garden
Going out to the garden
this morning
to plant seeds
for my winter greens
-the strong, fiery mustard
& the milder
broadleaf turnip-
I saw a gecko
who
like the rest of us
has been
reeling
from the heat.
Geckos like heat
I know this
but the heat
these last few days
has been excessive
for us
& for them.
A spray of water
from the hose
touched its skin:
I thought it would
run away.
There are crevices
aplenty
to hide in:
the garden wall
is made of stones.
But no
not only
did the gecko
not run away
it appeared
to raise
its eyes
& head
looking for more.
I gave it.
Squirt after
squirt
of cooling
spray
from the green
garden hose.
Is it the end
of the world?
It seemed to ask.
This bliss,
is it Paradise?
I bathed it
until we were both
washed clean
of the troubles
of this world
at least for this moment:
this moment of pleasure
of gecko
joy
as I with so much happiness
played Goddess
to Gecko.
poem by Alice Walker
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Rondeau: Retrogressive
A sea squirt's life in larval state
is freely shaped to emigrate.
So nerve cord, tail and tadpole vim
allow one day and night to swim,
a precious chance to vacillate.
A simple eye to navigate
seeks vacant coral real estate.
The choice begins events which dim
a sea squirt's life.
The cord and eye dissociate,
ascidian will vegetate.
The oscillating heart in slim
reflection of life's former whim,
will alternate it's flow to sate
a sea squirt's life.
poem by Diane Hine
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I Love You Better
I one went with a belly dancer (lum do dee ally day)
One around I didnt stand a chance a (lum do dee ally day)
I, i, I love you better
I, i, I love you better
Then I went with a gospel singer (lum do dee ally day)
She tried to wrap me around her finger, now (lum do dee ally day)
But I say
I, i, I love you better
I, i, I love you better
Ha, ha, ha, lum do dee ally day.
Ha, ha, ha, lum do dee ally day.
I once went with a history teacher (lum do dee ally day)
I really tried but I couldnt reach her (lum do dee ally day)
I, i, I love you better
I, i, I love you better
Well, let me tell you now
I, i, I love you better
I, i, I love you better
Ha, ha, ha, lum do dee ally day
Ha, ha, ha, lum do dee ally day
There were some that I cant remember (lum do dee ally day)
Think I went with miss november (lum do dee ally day)
But I say
I, i, I love you better
I, i, I love you better.
song performed by by Monkees
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Don't Cry
Why do you cry? He has risen.
Why are you weeping? He's not dead.
Why do you cry? he has risen.
Why are you weeping? He's not dead.
He paid it all on that lonely highway(hayyyy). And his anointing I can feel. He shed his blood (ohh ohh ohh). For my
transgressions (ohh ohh ohh). And by his stripes we are healed.
Why do you cry? He has risen.
Why are you weeping? He's not dead.
So as you go through lifes journey(neeeee). Don't you worry lift up your head. Don't you cry (ohh ohh ohh) stop your weeping
(ohh ohh ohh) He has risen He's not dead.
[Chorus]
Don't cry
wipe your eyes
He's not dead.
(ohh ohh ohh ohh)
Don't weep
He's not asleep
Je-hovah
He's not dead
(ohh ohh ohh ohh)
Don't cry
wipe your eyes
He's not dead
[with modulation repeat 4x's]
song performed by by Kirk Franklin from The Rebirth Of Kirk Franklin
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The Detached
We die,
Welcoming Bluebeards to our darkening closets,
Stranglers to our outstretched necks,
Stranglers, who neither care nor
care to know that
DEATH IS INTERNAL.
We pray,
Savoring sweet the teethed lies,
Bellying the grounds before alien gods,
Gods, who neither know nor
wish to know that
HELL IS INTERNAL.
We love,
Rubbing the nakednesses with gloved hands,
Inverting our mouths in tongued kisses,
Kisses that neither touch nor
care to touch if
LOVE IS INTERNAL.
poem by Maya Angelou
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Pregnancy stage
Even God has blessed the pregnancy stage
Even people may feel happiness for it in old age
That is taken as grace from almighty
The lady assumes brightness with unique beauty
She has whole universe with her
The little soul is taking shape there
She has all the pleasures in having
The desire she had and was craving
The position can be well expressed only by lady
The same feeling may not be had by daddy
The motherhood is something different
The joy and happiness is clearly seen and apparent
The little movement inside womb is really enjoyable
Mother knows where is change and where is deployed
Little move makes her to worry
Slight ill thought makes her to feel sorry
God has made two positions unbearable
Death is most dreaded and feared
Gents have only one dreaded death frequency
The woman has death plus pregnancy
Women are praised for their sacrificial role
They have one and only prime goal
Family and children occupy most of the period
Rest she may not bother and fully avoid
She is so sacred and worth worshipping
We can not leave her in stage of weeping
If she is well placed in stature and position
It will nice and balanced composition
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I do not want to be your weeping woman
I do not want to be your weeping woman
holding you to me with a chain of grief.
I could more easily bear the flames of your anger
than the frost of your kisses empty of desire:
I do not want to be your gentle lover
dragging you to me on a rope of pity.
Sooner that you never touched me than that you ever
should touch me from a distance made of mercy:
I do not want to be your silent mother
always forgiving and smiling and never loving.
If you forget me, forget me utterly. Never
come to my arms without interest: I shall know it:
I do not want to be your weeping woman
pinning you to me with a sword of tears.
I do not want to be your weeping woman.
poem by Alison Boordson
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His Ladys Death
Twain that were foes, while Mary lived, are fled;
One laurel-crowned abides in heaven, and one
Beneath the earth has fared, a fallen sun,
A light of love among the loveless dead.
The first is Chastity, that vanquished
The archer Love, that held joint empery
With the sweet beauty that made war on me,
When laughter of lips with laughing eyes was wed.
Their strife the Fates have closed, with stern control,
The earth holds her fair body, and her soul
An angel with glad angels triumpheth;
Love has no more that he can do; desire
Is buried, and my heart a faded fire,
And for Death’s sake, I am in love with Death.
poem by Pierre Ronsard
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The War of Souls
The weight of the boy was solid,
Inside the soul is a complete child;
Internal worries subjugate the heart,
As more love and spirits of love enter.
This mighty gate is a blunder to cross,
There are masses and crowds of importance.
Let us bore them with song and dance
After the music of the soul has been heard.
Let them be solid and heights of hatred
Are emerging once again.
The souls of boredom and amazement
Are born in the ways of men who appear.
The wild grass is ablaze the next day,
After the heat of the crowd and the war.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Inside
Inside the doors are sealed to love
Inside my heart is sleeping
Inside the fingers of my glove
Inside the bones of my right hand
Inside it's colder than the stars
Inside the dogs are weeping
Inside the circus of the wind
Inside the clocks are filled with sand
Inside she'll never hurt me
Inside the winter's creeping
Inside the compass of the night
Inside the folding of the land
Outside the stars are turning
Outside the world's still burning
Inside my head's a box of stars I never dared to open
Inside the wounded hide their scars, inside this lonesome sparrow's fall
Inside the songs of our defeat, they sing of treaties broken
Inside this army's in retreat, we hide beneath the thunder's call
Outside the rain keeps falling
Outside the drums are calling
Outside the flood won't wait
Outside they're hammering down the gate
Love is the child of an endless war
Love is an open wound still raw
Love is a shameless banner unfurled
Love's an explosion,
Love is the fire of the world
Love is a violent star
A tide of destruction
Love is an angry scar
A violation, a mutilation, capitulation, love is annihilation.
Inside the failures of the light, the night is wrapped around me
Inside my eyes deny their sight, you'd never find me in this place
Inside we're hidden from the moonlight, we shift between the shadows
Inside the compass of the night, inside the memory of your face
Outside the walls are shaking
Inside the dogs are waking
Outside the hurricane won't wait
Inside they're howling down the gate
Love is the child of an endless war
Love is an open wound still raw
Love is a shameless banner unfurled-acapo
song performed by by Sting
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Love Is Fire
Its a long dark day
When we realize and understand
That weve come so far
Destiny lies close to home
L will do what l can
To keep my spirit safe and strong
If I fall on the way
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Chorus
Love is fire
Hate is stone
We desire
What we cant hold (oh no)
When theres anger
(outa) outa control
Hate is fire
Love is stone
Time deals its hand
How can we live in tenderness?
When the world seems so cold
To those who choose to take a stand!
Ooo, if l refuse to walk the line (walk the line)
Or see my dreams through someones eyes
(you know that) iii take that chance
cause nothing ever stays the same
Love is fire
Hate is stone
We desire
Ooo, what we cant hold
When theres anger
(outa) outa control
Hate is fire, ooo
Love is stone
Love is fire
Hate is stone
We desire
What we cannot hold
When theres anger
(outa) outa control yeh
Hate is fire
Love, love is stone
(you know that) love is fire
(I need to know youii see me through)
Hate is stone
(doesnt matter what we choose to do)
We desire,
Ooo, what we cant hold
When theres anger
Runnin out of control
Hate is fire
Love, now iove is stone
Love is fire
Hate is stone
We desire
What we cannot seem to hold
When theres anger
Its runnin, runnin out of control
Hate is fire
Love is stone
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Italian Myrtles
By many a soft Ligurian bay
The myrtles glisten green and bright,
Gleam with their flowers of snow by day,
And glow with fire-flies through the night,
And yet, despite the cold and heat,
Are ever fresh, and pure, and sweet.
There is an island in the West,
Where living myrtles bloom and blow,
Hearts where the fire-fly Love my rest
Within a paradise of snow-
Which yet, despite the cold and heat,
Are ever fresh, and pure, and sweet.
Deep in that gentle breast of thine-
Like fire and snow within the pearl-
Let purity and love combine,
O warm, pure-hearted Irish girl!
And in the cold and in the heat
Be ever fresh, and pure, and sweet.
Thy bosom bears as pure a snow
As e'er Italia's bowers can boast,
And though no fire-fly lends its glow-
As on the soft Ligurian coast-
'Tis warmed by an internal heat
Which ever keeps it pure and sweet.
The fire-flies fade on misty eves-
The inner fires alone endure;
Like rain that wets the leaves,
Thy very sorrows keep thee pure-
They temper a too ardent heat-
And keep thee ever pure and sweet.
poem by Denis Florence MacCarthy
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Love is………..
Love is why I live,
Love is what I believe
Love is a reason to die for,
Love is a reason to cry for…….
Love is a longing desire,
Love is the dwelling fire
Love is my broken heart
Love is a new phase and a new start…….
Love is the spark in my eye,
Love is the toughest lie
Love is a shattered dream
Love is a painful scream……..
Love is the blood in my veins,
Love is the autumn and the rain
Love is a cold feeling
Love is something worth stealing……..
Love is a broken wing,
Love is a mystic sting
Love is like a fallen feather
Love is like the prevailing weather……….
Love is when,
There is no worry, no fear
Love is what,
I feel for you dear! ! ! !
poem by Silkina Mankotia
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No More Trouble
Artist: erykah badu and bob marley
*news coverage at the beginning*
[all]
We dont need no more trouble
We dont need no more trouble
[erykah]
What we need is love (love)
To guide and protect us all (all)
If you hope good down from above (love)
Help the weak if you are strong now (strong)
[bob]
We dont need no trouble
What we need is love
[all]
We dont need no more trouble
We dont need no more trouble
[erykah]
Weeping for the living
Weeping for the dead
Weep for one another
Weep for happiness
Weeping for the struggle
Weeping for the pain
Weeping for the children
We must take the blame
[bob]
Seek happiness
(its sad enough without your foes)
Come on, you all and speak of love
(its sad enough without your foes)
We dont need no trouble
What we need is love now
(what we need is love, sweet love)
[all]
We dont need no more trouble
We dont need no more trouble
[erykah]
Now end the war which you just begun
Its sad enough without your foes
I thought I told you not to mess with me
Dont want no trouble but trouble found me
But marley saying speak of love not war
But we be trying but then eh we dont
[bob]
Oh we dont need no trouble
We dont need no trouble
[all]
We dont need no more trouble
We dont need no more trouble
(make love and not war cause we dont need no trouble)
We dont need no more trouble
*ends with interview*
song performed by by Erykah Badu
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A Little Boy Lost
‘Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
‘And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my brothers more?
I love you like the little bird
That picks up crumbs around the door.’
The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In trembling zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired his priestly care.
And standing on the altar high,
‘Lo, what a fiend is here!’ said he:
‘One who sets reason up for judge
Of our most holy mystery.’
The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They stripped him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain,
And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
Are such things done on Albion’s shore?
poem by William Blake from Songs of Experience (1794)
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Fiery Love
I stare into the fire
it signifies my desire
leaping creeping and all red flames,
fire,
and its beauty hypnotizing,
fire
and its flames uprising.
sparks showering in the night,
feeding fires of lesser might,
fire feeding on life and air,
fire that lays landscapes bare,
fire that warms the heart and soul,
fire that drives away the cold,
fire thats as hot as the heat within,
fire that seeks to erase my sin,
fire promises of days to come,
fire that will unite us as one,
and then I pray for the same desire
will sometimes too ignite your fire,
two lovers burning
consumed with flames,
the ashes of their love
ignite again and again
poem by Arti Chopra
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Eyes Wide Open
Your eyes are wide open, but yet you don’t see
All the love I have inside of me.
Eyes wide open, but you don’t look around
You don’t open your ears, you don’t hear a sound.
Eyes wide open but the beauties that surround you
Do not seem to exist.
Is it that your eyes on you are playing tricks?
Eyes wide open and yet you have a blank stare.
Have you closed off your mind?
Or you just don’t care.
What can I do to remove that haze
So that on my face you can gaze.
If I hold you tenderly in my arms
And kiss those beautiful eyes.
Will they move? Will they cry?
What must I do so that you can see
That our love was meant to be.
They say that you went deep inside yourself
To hide the hurt and pain
But without your love “ I am the same”.
Eyes wide open. Did they just glance at me?
Is it because your heart is finally free?
I see a tear forming in your eyes
Emotions being let out that you tried to hide.
Eyes wide open- now they are mine
I can see your love for the very first time.
poem by Louis Rams
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Weeping Tree
Dont cry pretty girl
Do as youre told to
Dont (? ? ? ) memories just because it hurts you
Theres a strangers sillhouette
Had its way with you
Because it wanted to
Dont worry
Aint damaged (? ? ? ) yet
Dont let it haunt you
Just stand out in the rain
Until youre made whole again
The (? ? ? ) under the moon
Weeping tree
Under the weeping tree
Underneath the starry sky
Youre just a stranger
Tut tut, shh
Aint it embarassing
To be yesterdays lover
To stand out in the rain
Until youre made whole again
(? ? ? ) youll see
Under the weeping tree
Under the weeping tree
song performed by by Jewel
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A Squirt Between the Thighs
You've finally made me realise
Love's just a squirt between the thighs.
I thought it was so much more!
It's a way of earning some cash
Or getting yourself a nasty rash.
But I've seen through the big disguise,
Sweet girl with come-to-bed eyes,
And I've listened to the words of the whore:
'Quite frankly, darling, sex is a bore! '
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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