He smells Garlic!
A pain in the soul
Limbs, Heart and all joints of the rickety body,
He swallows a bunch of Ibuprofen tablets.
In his cardboard shack through his cellophane window
He sees the inferno on top of the Northern African Continent!
And he thinks the Medeteranean Sea is not enough to extinguish
The fire of this Artheritic World!
*The Man who wins may have been counted out several times, but he didn't hear the referee.
-H.E.Jansen
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I hear the purple sky laments in a twilight
Yes, I am proud
As I am big!
And I have a Sun
Moon and stars
Extricate passing clouds
What about the beautiful rain Goddess?
Yet, I am far away
from precious human beings?
*[The man who wins may have been counted out several times, but he didn't hear the referee.]-H.E.Jansen
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poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Rock The Shack
Ive been accused of everything
From tombuctu to old berlin
I need some armor for my flesh
I need to stop and take a rest
Ive been wide-eyed but couldnt see
I stand accused of being me
I believe in politics
I believe in everything
I believe this world of ours is giving me adrenaline
When I hear a baby cry
When I see an old man die
Thats just the way it is
Rock the shack, rock the shack, rock the shack, rock the shack
Rock the shack, rock the shack, rock the shack, rock the shack
Yeah thats the way it is
I took each day the way it came
I put my future out of frame
The signs were there for all to see
Like blue eyed mind to you and me
My head laid on my beating breast
I swear to you I pass the test
I walked one hundred thousand miles
And youre the judge whos been my trial
? ? ? my trial
I believe in politics
I believe in everything
I believe this world of ours is just a den of vice and sins
And even on the darkest night
We could reach for the light
And we could get it right
Get it right, get it right, get it right, get it right
Get it right, get it right, get it right, get it right
I believe in politics
I believe in everything
I believe this world of ours is giving me adrenaline
Ten thousand year ago
Crawling on the floor
Well get up jack
Its time to rock the shack
Rock the shack, rock the shack, rock the shack, rock the shack
Rock the shack, rock the shack, rock the shack, rock the shack
Its time to get up
song performed by by New Order
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Love Wins Over Everything
She loves with heart and soul
His love sets her heart on fire
A love that is rare but so true
How he fills her every desire
Love Wins Over Everything
He thinks of her and smiles
He wants to hold her very tight
She is his life and much more
The love he gives is for life
Love Wins Over Everything
Together they lay side by side
The words of love flows on
How much love they share
True love is always so strong
Love Wins Over Everything
poem by Suelynn Walters
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The Earth
God loafs around heaven,
without a shape
but He would like to smoke His cigar
or bite His fingernails
and so forth.
God owns heaven
but He craves the earth,
the earth with its little sleepy caves,
its bird resting at the kitchen window,
even its murders lined up like broken chairs,
even its writers digging into their souls
with jackhammers,
even its hucksters selling their animals
for gold,
even its babies sniffing for their music,
the farm house, white as a bone,
sitting in the lap of its corn,
even the statue holding up its widowed life,
but most of all He envies the bodies,
He who has no body.
The eyes, opening and shutting like keyholes
and never forgetting, recording by thousands,
the skull with its brains like eels-
the tablet of the world-
the bones and their joints
that build and break for any trick,
the genitals,
the ballast of the eternal,
and the heart, of course,
that swallows the tides
and spits them out cleansed.
He does not envy the soul so much.
He is all soul
but He would like to house it in a body
and come down
and give it a bath
now and then.
poem by Anne Sexton
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Soul’s relation to body
I love you; who is ‘I’- soul or body?
I won over your heart; you stole my heart.
Heart- do we mean the corporal one?
Soul, the fire, catches the body, the wood.
Soul to soul and body to body, no love sparks.
Soul in body loves soul in body.
Souls or bodies exclusively love not.
Soul and body are not like air and balloon.
Soul and body is like heat and body.
3.01.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Just as the soul fills the body, so God fills the world. Just as the soul bears the body, so God endures the world. Just as the soul sees but is not seen, so God sees but is not seen. Just as the soul feeds the body, so God gives food to the world.
quote by Marcus Tullius Cicero
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In His Shack
Seasonal sea breeze peeps
through the broken windows.
The old sailor rests on a hammock
and the torn World map on the wall
some countries washed out.
The seafarer rides a hobby horse
which belongs to his grand son.
A distant ship brings him a tear
with a ripple and he knows the rickety soul
cannot stand for the coming new year.
His sorrow is heavier than the mysterious life
and he thinks which he sees the last sunset.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Is There Any Chemistry Left?
I haven't started
the story.
So, I didn't end.
I know what happens
when fire clashes fire.
I don't know to
extinguish it.
I managed to stop
my heart's beat.
I'm very far,
from you,
from your everyday
routine.
You love me---
I can't say.
You hate me
out of love
which you can't
reach.
Even I don't know
the word love.
I have to stay
happy with my
built-up hearth.
That's true.
Will you please,
bid me goodbye?
Hope no, chemistry
is left to keep
us glued.
Let me sit
beside the open
window, from
where I can watch
the shifting of
the cloud.
No fire will
take me near you.
I'm fine here
with my sweet home.
Is there any chemistry
left?
poem by Debdarshana Sen
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Silence
better start talking to a wall
she doesn't talk to me at all
still no answer no matter what i say
but stil i wait for it all day
in the beginning we were great
i thought i found my soulmate
but your tearing my soul apart
a block of ice replaced my heart
why won't u let me hear ur voice
seems like u leave me no choice
with pain i say we have to part
and thanks for ripping out my heart
poem by Paddy Jansen
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Liar
i'm done with taking crap from you
nothing from what u said was true
all u did to me was lie now your sad and cry
i don't trust you anymore and you wonder why
it was all because of your little lie
for a month u left me to wonder why
what i did or didn't do i thought the dream could be true
instead i suffered because i didn't hear from you
u said sorry didn't want to hurt your feeling
but keeping me on a string was that your true meaning
you already had another guy but still you lied
now theres nothing left my heart died
poem by Paddy Jansen
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A Fire Within My Heart (Vengeance)
There is a fire in my soul, it has burnt me to the bone
There is a fire in my heart, it has melted flesh to stone
There is an inferno in my breast, it rages out of control
There is a firestorm in my chest, it has consumed my being whole
There is a fire in my heart, it has melted flesh to stone
There is a rage with in my soul, vengeance will by my own
There is a burning in my mind, for death I am hell-bent
There is a desire in my conscious, filled with devilish intent
There is a fire within my soul, and it rages just for you
This fire burns with anger, may it guide my sword hand true.
poem by Tim Vallie
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Aging
I didn’t think about aging while rushing around,
Getting old unlearned, I thought as a veteran,
I am strong enough to run round the world,
Come back, and start again at night and at dawn.
But orchard youth had decoy the hoary glow,
For superior strength was needed for courage,
To do much more then; than what I can do now,
Exploits adorned with dreams and weakling age.
Getting near the fire and implacable ash ground,
The hollow rites prepared and already forgotten,
The soul in wrinkled body I carry myself around,
Do not see the shame of the age I own.
And if I think I am too old, then I am getting mad,
For age passes through every cycle of our life,
And decide timely experience for what we had,
Giving strength enough to climb, and leave and seek.
In all pursuit, we decide when heart has no desire,
To go on as long as we live and let age determine,
When there's no more passion to extinguish the fire,
That has the flames going higher into heaven.
poem by Gerry Legister
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A Poet
a poet knows nothing best than a seer, nay neither
touches like a magician nor prays like a monk, yet!
feel the tremendous heart that breathes and sees the
oozing shadow of the light, a poet lives
Oh! what wonder! each word exists where
every poet has come to paste, as the world
turns its page every color the pen refreshes
as the poet begins to tell, every feeling makes it
to fulfill, though in every edge there is always some
sad stories that everybody could feel and relate
a poet always wins in every ink of a pen, there is
always pain, turning others' gain, the end
holds on to reign, and the heart of the immortal fight
has just begun, transcend beyond it rainbow's
plain, wherein every poetry the dying soul comes
to raise the wonderful surprises of life
as the fulfillment has gone, and every one's dream
has achieved and the poet now wishes to repose in the
lamp light grave the pen it lays, leaving the world to
be freed watching my hand to flee
wish me luck; the time has to come, where my day is
counted in the pen everyone is perfected and my
moment is for you to remember that in very write our
soul leads us to be upright and every way is alright,
and now haggle me to know that I am a poet at the
end of my life
a poet in a shining armor of light.........
poem by Antonio Liao
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Northern Star
And I cry and no one can hear
Inhale
The blinded eyes that see
The chaos
Bring the pitiful to me
Even though Im wide-awake, I will
& blackest night & I will wait for you
Its cold in here, theres no one left
And I wait for you
And nothing stops it happening
And I knew, Id cherish all my misery alone
And I wait staring at the northern star
Im afraid it wont lead me anywhere
Hes so cold, he will ruin the world tonight
All the angels kneel into the northern lights
Kneel into the frozen lights
And they paid, I cry and cry for you
Ghosts that haunt you with their sorrow
I cried cos you were doomed
Praying to the wound that swallows
All thats cold and cruel
Can you see the treees, charity and gratitude
They run to the pines
Its black in here, blot out the sun
And run to the pines
Our misery runs wild and free
And I knew, the fire and the ashes of his grave
And I wait staring at the northern star
Im afraid it wont lead you very far
Hes so cold, he will win the world tonight
All the angels kneel into the northern lights
Feel their hearts, theyre cold and white
And I want you
And blessed are the broken
And I beg you
No loneliness, no misery is worth you
Oh, tear his heart cold as ice
Its mine
And I wait, praying to the northern star
Im afraid it wont lead you anywhere
Hes so cold, raining on the world tonight
All the angels kneeling to the northern lights
And I pray, begging to the northern star
Im afraid it wont lead you anywhere
Hes so cold, he will rule the world tonight
All the angels, kneeling to the northern lights
Kneeling to the frozen lights
Feel their hearts, theyre cold as ice
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Nothing
Pain
All consuming
Like a fire
I can't breathe
There's nothing left
What have you done?
My hands are shaking
I can't sit still
My mind is racing
My heart is breaking
Strangled gasps
Heart races
It's all a blur
Where am I?
What happened?
Who are you?
You stole my breath
My mind
My heart
My body
Are you a thief?
Are you a liar?
Who is it that can do something so small,
Yet so large
That I have nothing left
Only pain
Only rage
Only hurt
Only tears
Only blood
Only fears
Only death
Have you stolen everything?
Or is my life still left?
I hear naught
I see naught
I feel naught
I smell naught
I taste naught
Am I nothing?
Are you nothing?
There's nothing left
I sense nothing
I know nothing
This must mean I am nothing
It must mean you are nothing
Am I nobody?
Like a myth
Like a legend
Like a story
Does this make everything I've said
And done
And felt
Unreal
Like a dream
Or a story
Or a thought
So it never happened?
You didn't make me love you?
You didn't hurt me?
You didn't make me cry?
Make me bleed?
Make me suffer?
You didn't leave me there
On the street
On a sidewalk
So I could bleed out?
You didn't hold a knife?
You didn't violate me?
You didn't kill me?
You didn't walk away?
You didn't lie?
I didn't exist meaning
You didn't exist so
You must not have
Meaning
I am not dead because
I just never existed
And you are not alive
Because you never existed
We are just nothing
poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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The Window
She looks out in the blue morning
and sees a whole wonderful world
she looks out in the morning
and sees a whole world
she leans out of the window
and this is what she sees
a wet rose singing to the sun
with a chorus of red bees
she leans out of the window
and laughs for the window is high
she is in it like a bird on a perch
and they scoop the blue sky
she and the window scooping
the morning as if it were air
scooping a green wave of leaves
above a stone stair
and an urn hung with leaden garlands
and girls holding hands in a ring
and raindrops on an iron railing
shining like a harp string
an old man draws with his ferrule
in wet sand a map of Spain
the marble soldier on his pedestal
draws a stiff diagram of pain
but the walls around her tremble
with the speed of the earth the floor
curves to the terrestrial center
and behind her the door
opens darkly down to the beginning
far down to the first simple cry
and the animal waking in water
and the opening of the eye
she looks out in the blue morning
and sees a whole wonderful world
she looks out in the morning
and sees a whole world.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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My Swan Song
A vision of perfection, I must stare
Your arms, legs, your body, and your hair
With you I can find happiness
You are the one I want to caress
So it was written and so it must be told
It is you I want to have and to hold
At my window sat a single turtle dove
For I don’t want to live without your love
It rains all day since you are not here
My mind is in a daze no longer I see clear
On you all the money I would spend
I love you too much to ever be your friend
Your voice seems to mess up my brain
But I can’t wait to hear it again
I love all the things that you do
That is why I can’t wait to hear from you
Good morning sadness, please go away
Times I wonder how I make through the day
Please tell me how can I release the pain?
Knowing you’ll never come home again
I’m dieing inside without you here
I hunger for your love but do you even care
Loves fire I’m still burning
For your love I’m still yearning
My heart has been wounded very badly
But my life to you I would give gladly
My joy has gone I’m in a constant sad mood
Left behind to live a life of solitude
I gave you my best, I gave you my all
On my knees for you I would crawl
My love comes in all different kinds
But for you I would have died a thousand times
From God’s grace I fell
Pain and sorrow I know them well
I can’t sleep at night any more
Heart ache is my sickness and love’s the cure
I thought that you were special that certain kind
Now crazy thoughts run thru my mind
Dark as the night, cold as the winters
Closed the door, no love longer enters
Words them to sway you I can’t find
Cause you have left me so far behind
No one loves me, no one really cares
When you look back will I still be there
I hear the angels, I hear there call
Saying it’s better to have loved than not at all
From your love I will never recover
For you have been my one and only lover
My love freely I can never give away
I will always love you till the end of day
Darkness surrounds me now that you’re gone
Night cometh no longer the dawn
Pushed aside I’m no longer strong
For in your arms I truly belong
Remember the one that loved you no matter how you look
For my heart and soul is what you took
Young and innocent they have not a clue
So punish me but them too
Foolish is the man that thinks of no other
See the signs and remember the father
What you give is what you’ll get
For what you do one day you will regret
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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For mum.
Last night when I just couldn't sleep,
My Duaghter's voice I did hear so loud and clear
I opened my eyes and had a glance around,
But she did not appear she didn't show herself to me.
She said: Please mum You've got to listen.
You've got to try and understand;
God Hasn't taken me from you,
He only took my hand.
When I cried out in pain that fatful night,
It was in that instant that I did die.
He reached down and took my hand,
And brought me to his side.
He pulled me up and saved my ragged soul,
From the misery and pain.
My body was hurt so badly inside
He knew that if I tried to live on in this world
I Would never be the same.
My search is well and truly over now,
I've found happiness at the close of day.
My body's gone forever, my spirit will never die!
So you need to go and live on now,
please understand,
God didn't take me from you,
He only took my hand.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Pains of the Heart
The heart causes pain
More pain than fire
Though some say the world will end in ice or fire
I say this world shall end in pain
Pain of the heart
The greatest pain of all is how this shall end
The heart will burn with passion
Then the heart will freeze with pain
The heart shall burn again
With the anger and distrust after all the pain
Then when your heart finally thaws
It shall freeze once more
This time for eternity
Because we all know the greatest pain is the loss
Of
Love
And that is how the world shall
poem by Lexie Pauli
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