Self Poetrait
Rumbled, crumpled, torn
Shuffling cross life's shelf
Tottering on the edge
Mind full of jumble,
Buzzing like a bumble bee
© 2012
poem by Nick Strong
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Impossibility Dreams
thoughts buzzing
through the mind
an expansive feeling
why should bumble bees
have all impossibility fun?
take flight on vision dreams
poem by Terence George Craddock
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What He Say
Ive seen many countries
Argue about human lives
But one thing that stays the same is
The clubs are always full at night
Pick out any far-out place
Like kenya or swaziland
Doesnt matter what the place
Theyll still be dancing to the band
(mumble mumble jumble)
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble)
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble) what he say?
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble) what he say?
(garble warble farble) lets dance!
Say youve found a homeland? (move to it, move to it)
Say youve found a clubland? (get to it, get to it)
Now youve got a song? (groove to it, groove to it)
Got to find a partner (just get to it, get to it)
(mumble mumble jumble)
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble)
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble) what he say?
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble) what he say?
(garble warble farble) lets dance!
Lets dance!
Ive seen many a race of people
Argue many things before
But there is one language that
Gets you understood for sure
Not a language of the mouth
Its only for the feet
Grab a russian by the hands
And he will feel the need
Thats right!
(mumble mumble jumble)
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble)
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble) what he say?
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble) what he say?
(garble warble farble) lets dance!
Lets dance!
song performed by by Ministry
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The Spirit Of St. Louis V
In my consotium,
Of blue tongues and red tongues!
But the yellow tongue came in to respect my muse,
And like the colours of the rainbow to tell my story as an African.
The wolves of the night and the birds of the day,
Cure the rabies to give them babies! !
For i do take my afternoon nap under the big trees,
And the heat of Africa is all about my sweet muse.
Tie up your lace to win the race set before you,
For the race of this world is all about left-handed and right-handed;
But respect him or her to move up with life,
And like the joy of my mind in the land of talented people.
I've got my right brain to think from and,
My left-hand to write with;
But talented with the muse of love when the sun shines on me,
For Mother Africa is my home.
Mumble, grumble, fumble, crumble, tumble, jumble, bumble, humble;
Humble yourself when your neighbours tumble,
And like a bumble-bee in the land of sweet roses!
But don't crmble the bread when someone has not eaten.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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On The Edge Of My Old Age
ON THE EDGE OF MY OLD AGE
On the edge of my old age
A strange calm comes to me
I have done what I have done
Whatever it be.
On the edge of my old age
Anger is my soul
I have not climbed the mountain
And now I’m far too old.
On the edge of my old age
I still wait to see
What will become
Of all I dreamed.
On the edge of my old age
Joy in my life
I have written for years
And still love to write
On the edge of my old age
Still striving to be
I must strive with more courage
No matter what be
On the edge of my old age
The omnipresent fear
A pained burden forever
A mind unclear.
On the edge of my old age
Enjoying my little life
Praying for grandchildren
For my children and wife.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Nils Finn
Now little Nils Finn had away to go;
The skis were too loose at both heel and toe.
--"That's too bad!" rumbled yonder.
Then little Nils Finn in the snow set his feet:
"You ugliest troll, you shall never me cheat!"
--"Hee-ho-ha!" rumbled yonder.
Nils Finn with his staff beat the snow till it blew
"Your trollship, now saw you how hapless it flew?"
--"Hit-li-hu!" rumbled yonder.
Nils Finn pushed one ski farther forward with might;
The other held fast,--he reeled left and right.
--"Pull it up!" rumbled yonder.
Nils' tears wet the snow, while he kicked and he struck;
The more that he kicked there, the deeper he stuck.
--"That was good!" rumbled yonder.
The birch-trees, they danced, and the pine-trees said "Hoo!"
They more were than one,--were a hundred and two.
--"Know your way?" rumbled yonder.
A laugh shook the ridge till it made the snow fly;
But Nils clenched his fists and he swore 't was a lie.
--"Now beware!" rumbled yonder.
The snow-field yawned wide, and the heavens came low;
Nils thought 't was now time for him also to go.
--"Is he gone?" rumbled yonder.--
Two skis in the snow looked about everywhere,
But saw nothing much; for there was nothing there.
--"Where is Nils?" rumbled yonder.
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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Busy, buzzing, bumble bee
What new flow'r do thou see?
Scented painted fairy red.
Honey come to me - polly my bed
and take this nectar for thy fee.
quote by by Godfrey Morris
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Humming, buzzing, bumble bee
to which new pottered flow'r you see?
Delicate hibicus scented spread.
Upon these wings I polished my red.
You steal my nectar - now away you flee.
quote by by Godfrey Morris
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At The Edge Of The Edge Of The Edge
AT THE EDGE OF THE EDGE OF THE EDGE
At the edge of the edge of the edge
There is another invisible edge
And this too has an edge and another edge
Edges unending
Beyond our comprehension
Waiting for us to fall down and down-
On the edge of the edge of the edge
I write on
Has the great descent already begun
And am I in the midst of it
As I pretend to go on?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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On The Edge Of The Edge Of The Edge
ON THE EDGE OF THE EDGE OF THE EDGE
On the edge of the edge of the edge
There is nowhere to go-
Home is lost,
And all the distances have broken down-
One cannot move
One can only fear-
On the edge of the edge of the edge
Falling is fear-
And holding one’s ground
One step at a time
Is a small miracle
One is not sure
One can make alone.
On the edge of the edge of the edge-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Timeless Visions
Try to rape your mind with your drugs and your guns
And try to change the world, for your time will never let go
Of all of the industries of hate, all of the industries of crime
All of the industries ov time
They leave you once again
They rip apart your mind
They steal up all your time
They never ever let go
We always left, so live it up
All in the back they scrape apart the flesh on your mind
They never believe in treachery
They never opened their mind
They are the ones who steal your life
They are the ones who get out of sight
We are just here to live our lives
They always win the war with their pride
They all live in death
They all shine in it
They are death unleashed to the world
They all breath undone in your head
Tomorrow's time is your past alone in being
And dying is your past, a lie
Feel the pain, the cross on your back
Now, die, we'll feel the pain on your mind
On the edge, on the edge, on the edge
You'll melt away
You'll fade away
Life is a double edged sword for you to choke on
And cry some more
No vision, no light, no nothing, empty inside, no time
Just a void eating up your mind for space and time, no one realign
Your mind is junk but you just eat it up
No feeling no light feel your head after all this time
You run with these ideas to explain your disposition.
song performed by by Velvet Acid Christ
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Separate Reality
You believe what you want to believe,
we all have our separate realities,
I see what is in my dream,
but people of course can lie to me.
______ with my mind like a bumble bee,
buzzing around and ready to sting,
sting it’s “lying poison” into me.
Luckily I find you out in the nick of time,
you’ve been lying to me with no end in mind.
Thinking you had me fooled,
you make more lies like a pot of yucky stew.
Telling me to shut the door
on people you “thought’ had me floored.
All the while you’re the one,
I should of originally shunned.
Thinking your better than me,
talking like you have all
the answers that I should see,
while never really listening to know me
all because of jealousy.
Written by Christina Sunrise on June 7,2011
www.christinasunrise.com www.purplepoems.com
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Aerodynamically, the bumble bee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn't know it so it goes on flying anyway.
quote by Mary Kay Ash
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Poem: Song to the Holy Cross
The cross of love:
The cross I love:
The cross I'd loved all life;
The wooden cross:
The holy cross:
The cross that bore man's strife.
The oaken cross:
The heavy cross:
The cross Jesus carried;
The cross on which
Christ Lord was nailed:
And bore man's sins indeed.
The cross of death:
The blood-stained cross:
The Savior, man, redeemed;
The cross of life's
Victory o'er death:
That souls on earth must heed.
poem by John Celes
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Free As A Bumble Bee
Im down and I feel depressed
Sitting here just waiting
For next bus travelling
Downtown
Its a crying shame
Isnt it
The beautiful weather
If I could have my way
Well, I would not be working
On a day like this I know what Id like to be
As free as a bumble bee
Take a sip from
Every flower
Free as a bumble bee
While away each lazy hour
What a good life
Lying laid back
Like an old railroad bum by the track
What a good life
Living outdoors
Lie in the grass and chew on a straw
song performed by by ABBA
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Full Of Life Questions
life is full of unexpected,
life is full of challenges,
life is full of bitterness,
life is full of strife,
life is full of contentious disputes,
life is full of revenge,
life is full of hatred,
life is full of mystery,
sometimes.....
life is full of sweetness,
life is full of joy,
life is full of happiness,
life is full of hope,
life is full of dreams,
you can have all this life when the soul is in body, and you will be able to feel everything because this is real life to creatures who call the''human''
Have you thought to life after death? ? ? ?
Let me have my own cross! ! !
Let me carry my own cross,
on thy shoulder, not pause,
Let me have my own crown,
Lord, enough of that frown,
I am a soul, full of Karma,
on thy stage, no more drama,
everything visible very apt,
my ignorance and pride,
my evilness and wickedness.
I am a coward to pass it on,
I am a fool to believe it fun,
I am not innocent,
when my heart is dark,
I am not good,
when my mind is full of fog,
I am not sincere,
when my actions are deceitful,
I am a traitor,
when I betray thy rules.
Let me carry my own cross,
cross of my actions false.
Let me have my own crown,
an arrogant crown, full of poking iron,
Let me drink the soured acid,
acid to neutralize my weak base,
Let me have my own cross,
which is made of feather and floss.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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0381 Spider on the Web
so here I am, sitting here, as I write to you,
half of me thinking about poetry and everything,
half of me thinking, time to shut down the PC,
you're not married to the thing or are you
when a brown spider, all of a centimeter across
is suddenly there in front of me on the PC's shelf,
stopped sideways as if reflecting (?) as a poet should;
and having gained my attention, and
banished all this mindstuff with the tiniest of miracles,
requires of me, I think, that I respond to it:
it's brown on top, delineated by the neatest line of darker brown
with white below, as if carries its own ghost underslung
in some metaphysical memento mori like
a poem by John Donne; memento mori too
to the mind that automates those slightly crepey hands
that busily misspell this communique from the ground
of life.
and now, that required of me,
it sets off along the edge of the shelf, and
going left, the second back of its four left legs
like some ballerina-explorer,
extended over and down the edge with delicate, sensitive,
confident grace; and having reached and turned the corner,
goes down, then has a change of mind (?) :
that tiny computer, provided by that enterprise called Nature
has had what we might call a thought...
and now its pace has accelerated, as if
some anxiety afflicts it; as if
there's somewhere else now that it should be,
and I am pathetically, uselessly
disturbed, concerned...
for what am I to the world
and world to me,
if I know so so little
about these little things;
so vague
about the great?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Edge Of Heaven
We've got to cross the borderline
Open up your heart and free your mind
We've got to cross the danger signs
We'll take you through all space and time
We've got to
We've got to
We've got to
We've got to
Come and reach the sky
We can take you high
We can reach the edge of heaven!
Spread your wings and fly
Reach up to the sky
We can touch the edge of heaven!
The edge of heaven
We've got to cross the borderline
Open up your heart and free your mind
We've got to cross the danger signs
We'll take you through all space and time
Come and reach the sky
We can take you high
We can reach the edge of heaven!
Spread your wings and fly
Reach up to the sky
We can touch the edge of heaven!
The edge of heaven
Together we'll be free
Together you and me
Together we'll be free
Together you and me
I gonna make you
I gonna make you
Take you high
I gonna make you
I gonna make you
Come and reach the sky
We can take you high
We can reach the edge of heaven!
Spread your wings and fly
Reach up to the sky
We can touch the edge of heaven!
Come and reach the sky
We can take you high
We can reach the edge of heaven!
Spread your wings and fly
Reach up to the sky
We can touch the edge of heaven!
song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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Jumble. Jumble
Jumble jumble
all at my house
come on over
sleep on the couch
cant even see ya
look like a mouse
Crumble crumble
the bag is brown
rip up the paper
to hear a sound
pick up the pieces
up off the ground
Tumble tumble
on to the floor
roll over
until your poor
wave to me
Im at the door
song performed by by White Stripes
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When a pile of cups is tottering on the edge of the table and you warn that they will crash to the ground, in South Africa you are blamed when that happens.
quote by Desmond Tutu
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