A Tycoon's Testimony
It's a registered mail few days ago,
Oh! What a surprise?
A Philanthropist Tycoon has mentioned my name in his last will.
The poor scribbler struggles much and I leave my Manor by the riverside for him
I have no idea to give some money as his rusty wallet seems to be allergy for currency notes,
He could write more poems facing the river and I wish him best of luck for his future endeavors.
I took the letter and showed it to my next door widowed attorney,
She said; ' Please do not keep much hopes as this could be a racket, anyway you have a bright future that I noticed.'
And she squeezed my fingers secretly.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Riverside
Seen her get up, seen her go down
Down to the riverside
Seen her jump into the river and drown
Down to the riverside
People do just what they will
Dont matter to the river, its running still
Sun come up, sun go down
Down to the riverside
Sun jump into the river and drown
Down to the riverside
Every day just like the last
We sit and watch the water pass
Came a day the built a bridge
Down to the riverside
Over the way, on top of the ridge
Down to the riverside
Built a bridge for people to cross
But every other day, someone jumping off
You might think some boys they got it made
Down to the riverside
They got the money and the women and a place in the shade
Down to the riverside
That aint no way to ease the pain
Cant listen to the river when it calls your name
song performed by by Kenny Wayne Shepherd
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Mirror of innocence
Scraping through the dirt,
I found an old rusty key,
It unlocked an ornate mirror,
And a dead reflection of me,
It showed me my troubled past,
And the error of my terrible ways,
It showed me my unlived future,
And the end of all my days,
Remember when you hurt me,
It feels like only yesterday,
Remember how you laughed,
Game over, you’re going to pay
No what am I saying,
This mirror reads untrue,
The future is uncertain,
What am I to do?
So ill deal with my own problems,
And serenade one sweet girl,
To make her life easier,
And be the light in her world,
See I was born to love,
And I don't want to fight,
But don't try and hurt me,
Because then I just might.
So move with me to the music,
And let us love not hate,
Hold with me in this moment,
Let’s not leave it to fate.
Once again I'm back before this mirror,
And now it shows me no wrong,
It gave me my answers,
I know where I belong,
Scraping through the dirt,
Hiding this old rusty key,
Someone else can find this ornate mirror,
Then open their eyes and be free.
poem by Lance Mead
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Love, Hope, and Faith
We live tomorrow
the dreams of today
Our hopes of the future
gives us faith along the way
Love is the river
of this wakened state
Its never out of time
its never too late
It gives us life
as it flows through our lives
It tears through confusion
loneliness and strife
Love cuts a clear path
through the test of time
You can see where it has been
and watch it unwind
Free as a river
that you can’t control
You can’t even say
where it might flow
Hope is a power
that cant be taken away
It can pull you through
even the toughest of days
Hope can keep you going
when everything else fails
It keeps you company
on the loneliest of trails
Faith is ever daring
in the face of defeat
It can bring you courage
that nothing can beat
Faith is never doubting
in yourself or your beliefs
Holding on to what you know
when content is just a dream
Faith can give you strength
to face what the future brings
Combined with hope and love
you only need the three of these
Love is like a River
Hope is like a dream
Faith is just believing
with nothing to be seen
So dream of tomorrow
and love for today
Hope with all your heart
Let faith show you the way
poem by Rusty Gibson
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Tell Me To My Face
(clarke / hicks / nash)
Will you try to justify the meaning
Of the note you sent this evening
To my door, youre not deceiving me
Id have thought that youd have known much better
Sending round an unsigned letter
Facing me would be much better now
Is it just that you cant face the future with me
Cant you tell me to my face
You just took the cowards way to say goodbye
How would you feel here in my place
If at last I think Im glad to rid myself of you Im sad
To think about the time Ill have to go
Then Ill turn and walk away so please dont beg for me to stay
Cause I know just what I will say to you
Is it just that you cant face the future with me
Cant you tell me to my face
You just took the cowards way to say goodbye
How would you feel here in my place
Tell me to my face youre leaving now
Tell me to my face youre leaving now
Though you try to justify the meaning
Of the note you sent this evening
To my door, youre not deceiving me
Id have thought that youd have known much better
Sending round an unsigned letter
Facing me would be much better now
Is it just that you cant face the future with me
Cant you tell me to my face
You just took the cowards way to say goodbye
How would you feel here in my place
song performed by by Hollies
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I Was Going To Forgive You
But before that, i just wanted to tell you that,
im not your future, you cannot plan me, im not your future you cannot foretell me,
im not your future i dont hold good things ahead of you..im not you future im not bright, i am infact the dark and lonely nights that you issued me.
Im not your future, but im the future and you are my past.
poem by Opelo Boingotlo Letshwiti
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Your Dream Of Great Happiness
Your dream of great happiness for you has not come true
And a change of luck 'twould seem you are overdue
But of hopes for the future you do not despair
And through the hard times you have hung in there
Yet you feel that the good days for you are ahead
And hope for the future in you is not dead
With your darkest of times you have learned how to cope
And you look to the future with positive hope
Your dream for future happiness from you has not gone
With your battles of life you just keep keeping on
You've experienced some financial trouble of late
But 'tis said good times come to all of those who wait
This journey through life it can often be rough
But you hang in there though you find the going tough.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A Retail seller
A cottage by a riverside there lives a lass
and a small shop she runs
selling yogurt, peanuts
kindness, happiness, politeness and emptiness.
The townsfolk call this man
Sir, master, boss, lord or minister
but some address him secretly
'a dirty wolf'
he is like a clown
wears a red cap, green shirt and a blue trouser
comes on a bicycle (Racing)
for his vacation to this village.
he carries a leather bag
full of notes and coins(forged)
and distributes to the children who run after him.
(nobody knows the election gradually drew nearer)
He stopped at the cottage to have a cup of yogurt
on the counter left a leaflet
and vanished.
it says'you have a bright future that's in my hands'.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Leave This Town
I better keep myself from being busted
I better keep myself out of jail
cause I aint got a friend to get me trusted
Thats why my mama sends my money through the mail
Ive been down on my luck
Ive been down on my wealth
Im gotta stop taking care of business
Start taking care of my health
Ive gotta leave this town
Ive gotta leave this town behind
Ive gotta leave this town tonight
Well I set off down the main street
With such a long, long way to go
But before I started I was cornered on the corner
Still waiting for my sugar to show
Ive been down on my luck
Ive been down on my wealth
Ive gotta stop taking care of somebodys elses business
Start taking care of myself
Ive gotta leave this town
Ive gotta leave this town behind
Ive gotta leave this town tonight
I was fooling around with the sheriffs daughter
She was a real fine fox
But the sheriff he came after
And threatened to lock me in a cell box
He showed me his magnum
He showed me his shotgun
He stuck it in my face
And said, boy, I think you best be gone
Ive gotta leave this town
Ive gotta leave this town behind
Ive gotta leave this town tonight
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Write by Return
Clerk, corresponding,
“Rooster and Comb”,
Here I sit idle
“Thinking of home”;
I must be grafting—
Living to earn,
More correspondence,
“Write by return.”
Clerk in employ of
“Shoddy and Woods”,
Thinks that we have not
Forwarded goods.
Parcel we sent them—
Missing, I learn,
Says in his postscript:
“Write by return.”
Here is another
Letter from Bland—
“Cheque he expected
Isn’t to hand.”
How we forgot it
Cannot discern,
“Forward remittance,
Write by return.”
Here is another—
O how they come?
Treats of a “Bender”
Planned by a chum.
See on the margin,
Big letters: “Burn
After perusal—
Write by return.”
Mail in from England,
Letters for me—
Dear little sweetheart
Over the sea.
“Quite broken-hearted,
O how I yearn
Only to see you. . . .
Write by return.”
One who will “never
Think that I’m bad”
Writes me a letter
Tearful and sad.
Thinks that I’m starving,
Filled with concern,
Sends me some money—
“Write by return.”
Letter from father,
Sent to his son,
“All is forgiven—
Fat calf for one.”
O that I ever
Thought he was stern—
Money for passage—
Write by return.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Future of Straw
I have a future
I built with with bricks and cement
And rods and rocks
But weak bonded future
did I join with it
The future I share with you
Of straw and ropes
And twigs and mud
The future we can't rebuild
The future of love and togetherness
Turns to enmity and loneliness
Had I power to stop such strong envy
Probably, you know what we could have accomplished
Even by now
But I lacked vision
To see the future
Even though,
If it's this way
I consider it better
Better still were my hopes
that it would be
As it was before
But alas,
Clash,
Falls our future of straw!
poem by Ivan Chizurum Ezeigbo
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The Future is Clouded
The Future is clouded
What does it hold?
The future is shrouded
But the future is my mold
But is the future really my mold?
I have realized though, in this life
That everything I do has repercussions 10 fold
And that life must have some Strife
I do not wish to have complete control
There needs to be some surprise
If it didn’t life would have a whole
Life without surprise, all else dies
But maybe that is why everything dies
So we all will appreciate life
So we appreciate the surprise
Of being alive
So we realize life is worth living and that life is rife
With what is needed to survive
poem by Aaron Burr
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Who takes my watercolour painting to the Amateur's Art Exhibition?
O the poor hairless brush secretly informs me
That the Horse wants to run away.
I beg you to stay until the Exhibition finishes
And I promise you to make a better stable
If I win the first prize!
Let stay together for sometimes
And I am sure that you have a bright future.
Still if your intension is to run away?
Then I am sorry as I cannot stop
And I give you wings!
[To the poets Pranab K Chakraborty and Yoonoos Peerbocus.]
*Arrange whatever pieces come your way.
-Woolf
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I Saw My Future
While you were grieving for love gone
I was pouring us a cup of tea so warm
You're freshly free but still feeling sore
It's much too soon to confess my wants
But on our drive around old streets
And then the short walk with your new dog
I saw my future...
As you showed me around the house you bought
As we sat and talked of memories so loving
I saw my future...
There is a fire in you and I can feel it
There is a warmth obscured by raw emotion
I can only imagine how long this might take
For you and I to align in that perfect position
The sense of longing came to me now years ago
And it just never managed to fade away
Despite my constant denying and forgetting
Now here it is again and I can't escape
In the very fact that you agreed to see me
And when you smiled at me that way I so love
I saw my future...
Upon the opening of the green door to your little nest
And then speaking to me in that voice I've missed so much
I saw my future...
Now as I drive my long way back to where I stay
I see flashes of your face in every windscreen
So beautiful, intelligent and alluring
That spanish passion you mentioned warms everything
That burning in you, though weakened right now
Will return full strength in time before you know
And I so long to be standing close to you then
Please let me orbit you at some safe distance for now
As I walk around this town that I've totally outgrown
I hear your voice in every song I can think to play
So desirable and calling me from somewhere far away
That magnetic pull in me will never seem to ebb
Visiting you today
I saw my future...
Talking with you today
I saw my future...
I saw my future wife!
poem by B. Alexander
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A Text message
'A fellow poet from Solomon Islands.
Hey! My scribbler what's your Motto exactly? '
'To be a rotten hard boiled egg
And finish the journey in a Tycoon's Bog.
A poor Hen's soloist somber offspring.'
I responded.
*God does not create poverty, we do, because we do not share.
-Mother Teresa
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A Man With Money
She wants a man with lots of money,
not a poor boy,
He buys her things she calls him honey,
she calls me poor boy,
What good could it do,
to give a love pure and true,
when any fool could understand,
she thinks that money makes the man,
She wants a man with lots of money,
not a poor boy,
She wants the things she'll buy with money,
not a poor boy,
a man with money,man with money,man with money,
Just down thwe street,
I know a place
When there asleep,
I'll cover my face,
I'll break the lock,open the door,
I'll slip inside, I'll rob the store,
Then I'll be a man with lots of money,
not a poor boy,
I'll buy her things, she'll call me honey,
not a poor boy,
A man with money, man with money, man with money, man with money
song performed by by Who
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Small Need...
Let me write some poems
Let me be a poet.
Give me a pen,
Give me a paper,
And give me a few thoughts.
Let the world know me a lot
Let me be a clot.
Give my poems a rhyme
Give them a rhythum too.
And give me a name.
Let my poems be recited by all
Let my lines be quoted by the world.
Give me your fingers
Give me your mind as well.
Let me too be a poet.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Down By The Riverside & When The Saints Come Marching In
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
Lets snap our fingers clap our hands
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside
Lets give em what the song demands
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside
Well hear them playing keep that beat
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside
Lets get together what a treat
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside
Strike up the band, start the parade
Dont let that grand old rhythm fade
Just play that drum, play that number
When the saints come marchin in
Shake tambourines, play that cornet
Crank up that horn you wont forget
Your heart will hum to that number
When the saints come marchin in
The cymbals clang, just pound that beat
Sounds like a hundred marching feet
Its fun to join in that number
When the saints come marchin in
See banners wave, oh hear that ring
We all feel prouder than a king
cause everyone, everyone loves that number
When the saints come marchin in
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Y2K01
Y2K01
The year of our return into the light
We gonna leave the bad days far behind
Come with me and you will see
The future is our place to be
Come with me and you will see
Y2K01 Y2K01 Y2K01
We'll come back to you
And you will see
We'll burn all the bridges we have crossed
We'll make a new start
A ride to the stars
Y2K01 Y2K01 Y2K01
The year of our return into the light
We gonna leave the bad days far behind
Come with me and you will see
The future is our place to be
Come with me and you will see
Y2K01
The year of our return into the light
We gonna leave the bad days far behind
Come with me and you will see
The future is our place to be
Come with me and you will see
X-P is the family
The rhythm and groove and melody
The music made for the next decade
Just follow us 'cause we can't wait
Y2K01 Y2K01 Y2K01
The year of our return into the light
We gonna leave the bad days far behind
Come with me and you will see
The future is our place to be
Come with me and you will see
Y2K01
The year of our return into the light
We gonna leave the bad days far behind
Come with me and you will see
The future is our place to be
Come with me and you will see
Come with me and you will see
song performed by by X-Perience
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Y2K01
Y2K01
The year of our return into the light
We gonna leave the bad days far behind
Come with me and you will see
The future is our place to be
Come with me and you will see
Y2K01 Y2K01 Y2K01
We'll come back to you
And you will see
We'll burn all the bridges we have crossed
We'll make a new start
A ride to the stars
Y2K01 Y2K01 Y2K01
The year of our return into the light
We gonna leave the bad days far behind
Come with me and you will see
The future is our place to be
Come with me and you will see
Y2K01
The year of our return into the light
We gonna leave the bad days far behind
Come with me and you will see
The future is our place to be
Come with me and you will see
X-P is the family
The rhythm and groove and melody
The music made for the next decade
Just follow us 'cause we can't wait
Y2K01 Y2K01 Y2K01
The year of our return into the light
We gonna leave the bad days far behind
Come with me and you will see
The future is our place to be
Come with me and you will see
Y2K01
The year of our return into the light
We gonna leave the bad days far behind
Come with me and you will see
The future is our place to be
Come with me and you will see
Come with me and you will see
song performed by by X-Perience
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Future Babies
A flower stands erect upon the stem.
Odd:
It bears the naked flesh of many men –
Pulsing, writhing, arteries humming;
Androgenic fluids chase their channels
To the ground, caking at a mound
Of naked girls, who pout in doubt and
Hurl their rabid glares from eyes
That catch the light of want
And desperation.
Sighs:
They know the separation
Stays their open legs
From bursting cocks.
Masturbation of the mind
Is all they need –
They’re in the docks of
Fate:
The evil Overpopulation’s out to feed
Their thund’rous urge to procreate!
Forget the conjugation, just for once?
Bag the bulbous tits in bras.
I know they want the tongue on c*nts;
But focus! Where’s the room to live?
And think about the future babies.
THINK:
You know they won’t forgive
Your selfish drive to suck, to shag.
The Dying Age of Man will drag
Him down to disappear.
So keep the girls away from sperm –
Don’t let the men up there!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
Future future future future future future, where's the future?
Future future future future future future, where?
Future future future future future future,
Future future future future future future, where's the future?
Future future future future future future, HERE!
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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