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You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer yes without having asked any clear question.

Albert Camus in The Fall, 1956
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You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer 'yes' without having asked any clear question.

quote by Albert Camus
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You know what charm is a way of getting the answer yes without having asked any clear question.

quote by Albert Camus
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My Question for M lady Fay

There is a question I must pose
In the vain hope that someone knows
Who’s willing to enlighten me.

Before my birth where would I be
This question always puzzles me
and when I die where do I go.

I have asked priests who hesitate
to answer me, they vacillate.
Because in truth they do not know.

They quote their Holy Book to me
But I have looked and cannot see.
The answer that I seek to find.

Why is it that they pretend to know
from whence I came and where I go.
And yet they will not answer me.

My question is a simple one
I make it clear to everyone.
But no one seems to understand.

The truth is what I seek to know
From whence I came where do I go.
Will somebody please answer me.

20-Nov-08

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Gertrude Stein chews the fat

We asked ourself a question
since no-one else asked it
it was are poems about the poet
or about poetry
or about neither
or about both
and now we had asked this question
we had to answer it and we said
if poetry raises all these questions
the answer must be simply
yes

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Charm is a way of getting the answer yes without asking a clear question.

quote by Albert Camus
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Are You All Right?

They keep asking me this question
I don't know how to answer

They say it again
And I still don't have an answer

Really, what do you say to that
I could say I'm fine, but that would be a lie
I could say everything, but then they would keep asking me questions

Questions i couldn't answer

That's when I simply smile and walk away

The question that's always asked, but never answered
Are you all right?
That's for you to decide

(2-21-05)

poem by Brandi Young
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I Told Myself

I told myself
You do love me
Is it really true?
She asked me

I told myself
You care for me
Are you really sure?
She asked me

I told myself
You do miss me
As often as you?
She asked me

I told myself
You need me too
Are you guessing?
She asked me

I told myself
You never tell me
Why on Earth?
She asked me

I told myself
You hide a lot…
Is that friendship?
She asked me

I told myself
You think too much
Does he not feel?
She asked me

Tell me, my love
What shall I say?
To all those queries
That she asked me...

How should I answer?
What should I ponder?
Tell me the truth
For she still asks me...

You For Me
And Me For You
Is it the Future?
One last Question
She did ask me.

I don’t have the answers
Yet she keeps asking me…
May be, she knows,
One day, one moment
You’ll let her know
How you feel for me...

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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His Answer To My Question Was A Question

His answer to my question
Was a question
My answer to his reply
Was returned
With another question
The game of
Answering and asking
Questions
Did not end
Till I questioned
The very motive
Of our conversation
We came to the conclusion
How to pass time?
Was the biggest question
Asking questions
And creating confusion
Was the answer
So we passed our time
Asking and answering questions
The question now is
Whether we did right or wrong?
The answer is
Why ask a useless question?

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Must Be No!

No is no! that is what the answer must be
Before I destroy my soul and ruin my destiny
If I think an action might corrupt my virtue or my soul
Then the answer to that question, must always be no.
Never ever will I answer with a maybe or even a yes
When I know that someday that sin I must confess
Though I might not know alot but one thing I do know
When it conflicts my pride and honor, the answer is no.
My reputation and my values is what makes myself me
It is how that I am known from what others do see
So could I lie or cheat to cause others pain or woe
The answer to that question, will always be no.

No is no! and the question must end their
As I wont say yes to cause any sorrow or despair
I will not steal or rob from a friend or even a foe
And the answer to that question, is once again no.
Though I might meet with temptation or evil or corruption
It might enter my brain which will cause a disruption
But then one day I know my past it will unfold
And I will feel proud in those times, that I did say no.
A poor man has nothing a rich man has his wealth
But that will not send a soul to either heaven or hell
So will I lie or use to deceive either the young or the old
Once again to that answer, it will always be no.

poem by Randy McClave
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When You Ask About Her Sorry But She Already Left

your question must fall away without
an answer
she already left two days ago

or perhaps she knew about your question
and she did not like it

i guess so, but i never asked her
she was too fragile for anything like your poem.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Honor Of Black History Month

...and, this year we are so excited,
In honor of Black History Month...
To provide a ten thousand dollar scholarship,
To anyone who can answer the following question.
And...
If you all notice,
You have been given the answer as is shown...
Amongst the choices from which to choose.
Either A, B or C.

Good luck!
Here is your question...

How many fingers are on the left hand?
You have five seconds to respond.
Place your one thumb on the buzzer.
And hold with your remaining four fingers,
On your left hand.

YES!
You are the first to respond.
Your answer is...?

'Hold up!
And don't be winking at me.
I ain't into that!
Supposing that left hand was held by someone else...
Guiding with valued assistance to choose the right path? '

That has nothing to do with the question asked.
NOR is that one of the answers already given.
One of them is correct.
The others are not.

'Look...
I need that ten thousand dollars.
And stop winking at me...
Pervert.'

Do you or do you not have the correct answer?

'Do you or do you not get on my last nerve? '

THIS is a contest.

'And THIS is my fist.
Do you mind repeating the question?
And don't look at me as if I'm the one stupid.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not The One I’m Looking For

If someone was to asked me,
why do you write?
I wouldn’t be able to answer them,
because quite frankly I just don’t know.
I just pick up a pen and paper,
and then the words come tumbling out,
and when I have finished,
I ask myself was that really me?
That is one of the reasons,
I never question what I do,
because there would never be an answer,
at least not the one I’m looking for.

poem by David Harris
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Enjoy Your Day

You approached me to ask a question.
And taking my time to listen...
With a response I had hoped,
You would comprehend.
Not only did you not do that.
But you edited my answer...
To 'insert' what you thought,
For you did not offend.

Now you accuse me of not being direct.
You say my answer,
For you is not effective.
You inject words connected to my response,
To something you rather accept.
And I hear your attempts,
To try to comvince others...
What it is I really meant!

'Why are you leaving? '

You asked me a question.
I answered it.
Now I take my exit.
To that do you also object?

'But I think your response,
Should be open to debate.'

First of all...
You approached me.
And the time given...
I did not hesitate.
You wanted to hear something you formulate.
Something in your mind you hoped I would find.
And I'm not wasting any more of my time...
To play a game of ping pong,
With someone who has yet to learn...
The reason or the effective use of the paddle.

And besides,
If I did decide to play...
It would be with someone,
Who had something meaningful to say.
And all you wish to do is to occupy space,
In the hopes someone will come forward...
To assist you in the use of it!

'Don't you think your point of view is a bit arrogant? '

That depends!
Is that your second question?
Or should I be seeking your permission to leave?
And neither question,
Do I seek from you an answer.
But I will give you the benefit...
To decide for yourself,
Which one eventually applies!
How is that?
Enjoy your day.

'You will not be asked back here again! '

Was I not already here when you entered?
Again...
Enjoy your day!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cant Answer You Anymore

Something came from nothing today
While I was saying no
So dont you knock on my door
Cause I cant answer you anymore
Absence makes the heart grow far
Stayin away from the people
Was a question before
But I cant answer you anymore
Stepped to the sea ?
I did everything right
For somebody that does everything wrong
So I go from coast to coast
Over the hawthorne bridge
To the one I adore
You asked me what Im looking for
But I cant answer you anymore
No I cant answer you anymore

song performed by by Elliott Smith
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Change

The other day I walked accross the street
i couldnt believe what I appeared to see...
as I looked at a poor boy who came to me
I asked him his name and he didnt know
he just asked me for change.

I asked where is your mum?
he just asked me for change
I asked where is your dad?
he just asked me for change
I asked will someone come?
he just asked me for change
I asked why are you sad?

with no response to my question there was a pause...

but then once again he asked me for change
see, as i watched him dissapear with his pain
I realised that he actualy asked me...

for a change.

poem by Daniel McCann
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Question

Looking for question: have you got one?
Hungry for question: will you give one?

Looking for question
O Yeah
Looking for question
Because
God gives the answer.
God gives the answer
In so many ways!

That’s why
Looking for question
O Yeah
Searching for question.

poem by Asif Andalib
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Thousand Fold

(j. buckley)
I have no desire to make contact with all the thought of no, no.
I shiver now, to think of how this answer asked her, no.
Long time gone.
I run to my hide out.
There aint a star born that brightens
More than you, you always should have known,
Ill illuminate your question,
Long time ago Id died and gone.
What has brought the question?
Time has brought the question.
Come and call the question, oh, oh, oh.
Here are the stars, same thing again
Over, over, over, over, over, over
Over, over, over, over, over, over.

song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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An Assumption Of Money To Be Made

If they ever asked why I'm doing all this?
I will answer with a single remark.
To save a life.

If they ever asked what if you fail?
I will answer with a single remark.
I have but, I'm still here.

If they ever asked now that your accomplished what's next.
I will answer with a single remark.
What I do will not change, at least not for intentions of fame.

If they ever asked, if offered money to stop what your doing would you?
I will answer with a single remark.
No I will not be bought.

'So let me get this straight your completely honest? '
Yes I try to be.
'Well I still don't believe you.'
Well I never I asked you to or care if you do.
Your the one who wanted answers to those questions.
I gave you my answers, take it or leave it.
'I have to go because your not going to make me any money.'
That's fine because I've never said I would.
Your the one who assumed that.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Elsa And Joan

Elsa and Joan were truthful girls,
But just for fun they lied only once - on their day of birth.
On the 6th of April someone asked them:
When is your birthday?
Elsa used to say: It was yesterday.
Joan used to say: It will be tomorrow.
I will meet my dearest fellow.
The next day they were asked the same question.
And…the answer was just the same.
I don’t want anyone to blame.
But…. what is your suggestion?
When were they born?
Here I would like everyone to warn:
Getting the wrong answer
I will know for sure that….
You are a romancer.
If your answer is right
I will know that you like to fight,
You are very good in logic,
And… are very found to risk.
Your character is Nordic,
You are not psychic
And ….like to relax
And… have a beautiful sex.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 27th of December,2011

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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The Poem That Comes After The Afternoon Nap

THE POEM THAT COMES AFTER THE AFTERNOON NAP

The poem that comes after the afternoon nap
Wakes the world
Is clear
Understands
Hears the answers to problems
It could not see before.

The poem that comes after the afternoon nap
Is a clear- minded Poem
A Poem of light
A Poem without fear
A happy Poem.

It has the answer
To the question
Yesterday asked
And tomorrow may make questionable again
A happy poem
Now.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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