Turned Into Stone
Change the course of history,
So that the building of rest is absurd.
My gorgon hisses fully in my direction,
The underworld can keep secrets,
But a gorgon hisses in me
All of the secrets of stone,
That I become stone itself.
The history I observed as a child
Made me an angry statue
By scouting this far,
There is no glimmer of hope,
And I revere this.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Avoiding History
avoiding history is a family tradition,
draft dodging, missing wars, as far
back as my fathers go, I find
no soldiers, no warriors and also
no lovers. we don't write
in my family, we withdraw
our stories on objection, stop
telling them. we keep secrets.
I keep my own secrets and rarely
tell them, keep my truth
from coming back to hurt me.
I learn slowly but I learn well,
to keep my secrets, avoid history.
I avoided history by protesting war
and by refusing to marry.
I learned late, but I learned well.
your eyes tell your history, your belly,
in its soft geography, hints at mine.
I don't enlist, I avoid being drafted,
my bridges burn behind me.
I read history in the slope of her breasts,
her silence uses me in my telling.
I have many ways to lie,
using a sharp knife to separate
flesh from nerve, bone and tendon.
how many times have I undressed you,
hearing you tell me that I don't care
about anything, until you turn
away from me, turn on me, turn
to stone. I turn you over, exploring
history in the cleft of your ass,
touching with my hands but never
touching you, feeling alone finally,
shedding uniforms and telling stories.
lies return in the secrets I keep, hints
I cover with long explanations.
you come to me, naked, asking questions
and feel betrayed, telling me finally
that I don't matter and never
was real to you. I tell you
I was a soldier, that I fought,
and you lie to me by undressing yourself,
nakedness concealing your aims.
I read history in the curve of your thighs,
my tongue seeking your skin, seeking
you in your skin, tasting
beneath your skin. I find
your secrets, I tell your history
and turn my back to you. in sleep,
you back away, waking,
you dismiss me and I write a secret
history, full of lies and silences.
poem by Jesse Weiner
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The secrets of life...
As I peruse the pathways of memories within my mind,
I relive it all like a wave of emotion washing over me,
Paddling in a sea of distant dreams once lived,
My dreams have made me the man that I am today,
Yet I seek more, I yearn to know the secrets of life it's self,
To look into the eye of existance and say, 'I know you! '
The secrets of life tempt and torture me daily,
For these secrets have never been set in stone,
Open your heart and life's secrets shall be revealed...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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The Comfort Of Silence
silence is, and will always be,
comfortable, like a stone, mute to the
changes of the season, and no matter
who takes it, a child or an old man,
the stone keeps the secrets
of their wrongdoings.
the comfort of silence
to the wrongdoer, makes the stone,
the most trusted friend,
no one talks inside the hardness
even if it is broken, into shattered pieces
the stone carries the silence
it is numbed by the centuries
of human oppression.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Statue Got Me High
The statue got me high
The statue got me high
The monument of granite sent a beam into my eye
The statue made me die
The statue made me die
It took my hand it killed me and it turned me to the sky
The stone it called to me
(and now I see the things the stone has shown to me)
A rock that spoke a word
(an animated mineral it can be heard)
And though I once preferred a human beings company
They pale before the monolith that towers over me
The statue got me high
The statue got me high
The truth is where the sculptors chisel chipped away the lie
The statue made me fry
The statue made me fry
My coat contained a furnace where there used to be a guy
The stone it called to me
(and now I see the things the stone has shown to me)
A rock that spoke a word
(an animated mineral it can be heard)
And as the screaming fire engine siren filled the air
The evidence had vanished from my charred and smoking chair
And what they found was just a statue
Standing where the statue got me high
And what they found was just a statue
Standing where the statue got me high
And now it is your turn
(your turn to hear the stone and then your turn to burn)
The stone it calls to you
(you cant refuse to do the things it tells you to)
And as the screaming fire engine siren fills the air
The evidence will vanish from your charred and smoking chair
And what they found was just a statue
Standing where the statue got me high
And what theyll find is just a statue
Standing where the statue got you high
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Statue Got Me High
The statue got me high
The statue got me high
A monument of granite sent a beam into my eye
The statue made me die
The statue made me die
It took my hand it killed me and it threw me to the sky
The stone it called to me
(and now I see the things the stone has shown to me)
A rock that spoke a word
(an animated mineral it can be heard)
And though I once preferred a human being's company
they pale before the monolith that towers over me
The statue got me high
The statue got me high
The truth is where the sculptor's chisel chipped away the lie
The statue made me fry
The statue made me fry
My coat contained a furnace where there used to be a guy
The stone it called to me
(and now I see the things the stone has shown to me)
A rock that spoke a word
(an animated mineral it can be heard)
And as the screaming fire engine siren filled the air
the evidence had vanished from my charred and smoking chair
and what they found was just a statue
standing where the statue got me high
And now it is your turn
(your turn to hear the stone and then your turn to burn)
The stone it calls to you
(you can't refuse to do the things it tells you to)
And as the screaming fire engine siren fills the air
the evidence will vanish from your charred and smoking chair
and what they found was just a statue
standing where the statue got me high
and what they'll find is just a statue
standing where the statue got you high
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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History why do we care
History
a famous person dies
History
a war rages
History
a new invention
History
a building opens
History
what happens if something happens to me
is that history?
no....
So why do we care.....
poem by Andrea Thepoet
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SONNET. The Double Rock
Since thou hast view'd some Gorgon, and art grown
A solid stone:
To bring again to softness thy hard heart
Is past my art.
Ice may relent to water in a thaw;
But stone made flesh Loves Chymistry ne're saw.
Therefore by thinking on thy hardness, I
Will petrify;
And so within our double Quarryes Wombe,
Dig our Loves Tombe.
Thus strangely will our difference agree;
And, with our selves, amaze the world, to see
How both Revenge and Sympathy consent
To make two Rocks each others Monument.
poem by Henry King
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(We Have) No Secrets
We have no secrets
We tell each other everything
About the lovers in our past
And why they didn't last
We share a cast of characters from
A to Z
We know each other's fantasies
And though we know each other better
when we explore
Sometimes I wish
Often I wish
That I never knew some of those
secrets of yours
The water was cold
The beach was empty but for one
Now you were lying in the sun
Wanting and needing no one
Then some child came, you never
asked for her to come
She drank a pint of your rum
And later when you told me
You said she was a bore
Sometimes I wish
Oft times I wish
That I never, never knew
Some of those secrets of yours
In the name of honesty, in the name
of what is fair
You always answer my questions
but they don't always answer my
prayers
And though I know you say that it's
me that you adore
Sometimes I wish
Often I wish
That I never, never, never knew
Some of those secrets of yours
Some of those secrets of yours
Some of those secrets of yours
We have no secrets
Telling each other most everything now
[email protected]
song performed by by Carly Simon
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No Secrets
(carly simon)
We have no secrets
We tell each other everything
About the lovers in the past
And why they didn't last
We share a cast of characters from a to z
We know each others fantasies
And though we know each other better when we explore
Sometimes i wish
Often i wish
That i never knew some of those secrets of yours
The water was cold
The beach was empty but for one
Now you were lying in the sun
Wanting and needing no-one
Then some child came, you never asked for her to come
She drank a pint of your rum
And later when you told me
You aid she was a bore
Sometimes i wish
Often i wish
That i never knew some of those secrets of yours
In the name of honesty, in the name of what is fair
You always answer my questions
But they don't always answer my prayers
And though i know you say that it's me that you adore
Sometimes i wish
Often i wish
That i never, never, never knew
Some of those secrets of yours
Some of those secrets of yours
Some of those secrets of yours
We have no secrets
Telling each other most everything now
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Medusa
Evil Gorgon, with snakes for hair
Gullible beholders turned to stone
“Take her head” Perseus did swear
“For slaying men she must atone”
poem by Ray Lucero
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Each To His Own
Nothing can be permanent
Nothing set in stone
Never try to fool yourself
That you are not alone
Know your place dont chance your arm
Your secrets are all known
Never cross the great divide
Each to his own
Dont misunderstand me, dont be hurt, dont take offence
But what I am about to tell you makes a lot of sense
Ive been more than happy with you, loved you as you are
But being happy only takes a restless heart so far
Be thankful for the past but know those times wont come again
I found you quite diverting, even tender now and then
Remember I will always be the first to sing your praise
But I must close the book on our adolescent days
Nothing can be permanent
Nothing set in stone
Never try to fool yourself
That you are not alone
Know your place dont chance your arm
Your secrets are all known
Never cross the great divide
Each to his own
Did you really think wed never drift apart?
That wed decay together in some endless heart to heart
Did you never realise that we are not the same?
We are made what we are made - you are not to blame
Nothing can be permanent
Nothing set in stone
Never try to fool yourself
That you are not alone
Know your place dont chance your arm
Your secrets are all known
Never cross the great divide
Each to his own
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Secrets
secrets
in the breeze
the sea exhibits lips
that die to tell
things in its bossom
secrets
in the breeze
leaves flutter
in smart sequence
beating a drum
of contentment
that soon heaven would open to shower rain
secrets
fishes in the sea,
of all colours and sizes
shells, prawns, crabs,
corals, sand, sludge
and volcanic cracks
the fortunate ones
get to the gills of a few, turn the tide
of history, personal
or otherwise
the rest
they lie in the crevices,
chambers of
the human heart
- for good, for bad
breeze
the sea exhibits lips
that die to tell
the secrets it harbours
leaves burst in laughter
from its whisper
that soon heaven
would cool the day
secrets
the graves finally
claim them
- sealed and eaten up
to skeletal remains
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Building Number Seven
You were there and then you weren't.
No concern about you raised.
Your secrets within,
Have never dazed or fazed.
Or have been brought to public discussion.
Your structure tall, clean and gleaming.
And when you fell...
No one inside of you,
Was there trapped, left surprised...
Burned or seen screaming.
Building number seven,
A tower 'falling' on nine eleven!
What had happened to you?
That had you crashing to the ground,
Like the other two.
Building number seven...
Why no one mentions you?
Nothing observed touching you was viewed!
Although everything you kept within...
Hide secrets deep.
And clues to confuse!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enigmatic
Within the woodlands dappled shade.
I came across a block of stone
I had no doubt it was man made
Though when and why cannot be known.
So perfect was the craftsmanship
which had been lavished on this stone
A place of ritual worship
It had to be an altar stone.
Though no one worships here today.
The altar stone still stands alone.
Within the woods hidden away
But sadly there is little known.
There’s no recorded history
To help me solve the mystery.
(09 August 2011)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Study history, study history. In history lies all the secrets of statecraft.
quote by Winston Churchill
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Promised to Be Kept To Keep
Secrets...
That are kept,
Are secrets...
That may be wept.
To leave one with nights,
Unslept without rest.
Although promised to be kept to keep.
And secrets...
Left,
In a protectiveness...
Never regretted to forget,
Are kept secrets...
Wept.
One wishes to have ever met.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diary
Verse 1:
Lay your
Head on my pillow
Here you can be yourself
No one has to know what u are feeling
No one but me and you
Chorus:
I won't tell your secrets
Your secrets
Are safe with me
I will keep your secrets
Just think of me as the pages in your diary
Verse 2:
I feel
Such a connection
Even when your far away
If there is anything that you fear
Call 4.8.9. 46.0.8
And i'll be here
Chorus:
I wont tell your secrets
Your secrets
Are safe with me
I will keep your secrets
Just think of me as the pages in your diary
Bridge:
And only we know what is talked about
Baby boy
I don't know how you can be driving me so crazy
Boy
When you're in town
Why dont you come around
Boy
I'll be the loyalty you need
You can trust me
Boy
oooh
Chorus:
I wont tell your secrets
Your secrets
Are safe with me
I will keep your secrets
Just think of me as the pages in your diary
Adlib:
everybody say
(whooaaaa)
let me hear you say
(whooo)
I won't tell
(I won't tell)
I won't tell
(I won't tell)
I won't tell
Your secrets, your secrets
break it down
(I won't tell)
song performed by by Alicia Keys
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The Beast in Humans
It hisses inside like a serpent
spitting its venom of hate,
giving birth to vengeance
spattered by blood and death.
The serpent of hate, the
birth and rebirth of vengeance,
gives no room for peace,
no room for forgiveness.
And the kingdom of the beast
is recoiled by the serpent
that hisses without rest.
And the venom spreads darkness.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Underworld (live)
To the underworld
To the underworld i'm going down
Step into the ground
Into the breath of/from the gutter of the underworld
What will be i don't know
And i don't care if somebody's asking me
But i never will go
Back to the places where i once used to be
I don't care who you were
Cause we never stay the same
Every moment's a change in the concrete game
I don't care where you've been
Everybody's astray
Like a homeless bird in the stormy bays
Of the underworld
Of the underworld
Welcome, welcome to the underworld
Now i'm on my way cause i'm out of bounds
Direction unknown which is always
What you don't understand
Vague vision in front as the past
Is calling from the lost and found
Never ever turn around, don't wait
And you'll work it out, work it out
I don't care who you were
Cause we never stay the same
Every moment's a change in the concrete game
I don't care where you've been
Everybody's astray
Like a hopeless bird in the stormy bays
Of the underworld
Of the underworld
Welcome, welcome to the underworld
song performed by by Alphaville
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Moodswings
With the Gorgon's head
Flush to my cheek,
Her ungodly breath
In my nose,
Whispering to me:
'Take the extreme I give you
And plunge it into your fellow man;
For they deserve no less.'
Like an arrow I shot out eyes with my eyes,
A spear, I controlled little lives.
Having changed now,
From a simpering fool
To the devil's tool,
My core is apple-rotten,
Misbegotten,
And all I require is forgiveness
For my tiredness,
Which is the Gorgon of moods.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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