Out of one's depth
The mealy-mouths and evil-eyes,
they stranded in the vast void.
Mr. Romeos & Miss.Juliettes
don't let go your secret whispers.
They do blackmail for your separation.
Be alert! on your swinging bridge.
The relative depth you see in the river
is not true my brother
and it's a bottomless dear!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Old bridge knows the silent river is deep
Listening to the whispers at a late night
I try to compose a song with my lonely guitar.
Standing on an old bridge
I gaze at the calm river flows down.
And see Moon floats on the gentle waves.
I write my first few lines;
There the Moon has come down
And the old bridge knows the silent river is deep
But I cannot miss this chance and I strum with a humble plea
Do you hear my clumsy glee?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XCVIII: Absolutely Relative
Expensive is absolute, cheap is relative
Far is absolute, near is relative
Ugly is absolute, beauty is relative
Weird is absolute, crazy is relative
Stubborn is absolute, brave is relative
Stupid is absolute, smart is relative
Weak is absolute, strong is relative
Old is absolute, mature is relative
Lose is absolute, win is relative
Rich is absolute, poor is relative
Sad is absolute, happy is relative
Misfortune is absolute, lucky is relative
Safe is absolute, fear is relative
Love is absolute, hate is relative
Important is absolute, forgotten is relative
Easy is absolute, difficult is relative
Wrong is absolute, right is relative
Bad is absolute, good is relative
Lie is absolute, truth is relative
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Brother & Sister dont last forever
Your my brother and that is true, but Im your sister and I miss you.
Your a Dork this is true, but your my brother and I miss your dorkness!
I love you and that is true but I still wounder about you and me. Sister or brother either way, were farther apart than you'll even think. I dont know what todo Im afraid I'll lose you, But I Hope I never do.
I miss my big brother and I hope he misses me to!
poem by Sam Marquardt
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In Memoriam : Francis Archibald Douglas
Dear friend, dear brother, I have owed you this
Since many days, the tribute of a song.
Shall I cheat you who never did a wrong
To any man ? No, therefore though I miss
All art, all skill, in this short armistice
From my soul's war against the bitter throng
Of present woes, let these poor lines be strong
In love enough to bear a brother's kiss.
Dear saint, true knight, I cannot weep for you,
Nor if I could would I call back the breath
To your dear body ; God is very wise,
All that this year had in its womb He knew,
And, loving you, He sent His Son like Death,
To put His hand over your kind gray eyes.
poem by Lord Alfred Douglas
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Void
And in the darkness
Was a void
To fill
With all the fantasies
In the world
And still have space
For the depth
Of degradation
A bottomless pit
Of our imagination
A joyless ride
To nowhere.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Ban The Void
Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
Grandma stopped baking cakes.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
Brought me my first heartbreak.
Tch.
Ban the void.
I told her I couldn't take it.
She 'had' to bake another cake for me!
Tch.
Ban the void.
She said she was going on strike!
Tch.
Ban the void.
And even though I didn't like it!
Tch.
Ban the void.
She's not gonna cook in the kitchen,
She's itching to do something else to please!
Tch
Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.
She brought herself a brand new car.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
And drove to wherever she wanted.
Tch.
Ban the void.
She said she had her own special needs.
And will come and go whenever that need pleases!
Tch.
Ban the void.
I got so annoyed...
And I tried to stop that void deep down in me!
Oh...
Ban the void!
I couldn't go to sleep!
I dreamt of grandma's baking,
And it teased me!
I even cried my eyes.
But grandma's sweet potato pie kept creepin'.
Oh...
Ban the void!
Ban the void!
Oh...
Ban the void.
Grandma loved her brand new car.
And never got one ticket,
For her speedin'!
Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
Ban the void.
Oh...
Dedicated To:
In loving memory...
Clara Louise Countryman Pertillar
'Miss you, grandma! '
Love,
Larry
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hold On Dear Brother
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Oh brother
Ooooo
Tried to close my eyes
To all around me
Oh no you just cant escape
If I lose one friend
Will I still have you
Wont you please
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Oh brother
Ooooo
What can I love that isnt you
But you never understand inside of me
Till you realize a look
You never get more than you took
Wont you please
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Oh brother
Brother
In your heart you know it love
A simple feeling that you shout
I want your love
You touch my hand
I need your love
To carry me home
In your heart you know it love
A simple feeling that you shout
I want your love
You touch my
I need your love
To carry me home
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
song performed by by Beach Boys
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At The Party
you meet faces of an uncle
some nephews
and nieces, even a brother
after some long years
not seeing them
you notice some changes
how the uncle has grown
a beard
your nephews getting
sophisticated
on the latest craze
electrical gadgets on their
ears and even noses
you nieces on their own lingo
you do not know much
anymore
more than they do
and your brother
you counted the gap
before he came to your life
ten years
yes ten years
you stare at him
and you get a scare
how come
you do not know him much
what anger is there
how come love
has not built a bridge
between your
far souls
you offer him a bottle of beer
and greet him
'when did you arrive? '
you ask him
it is too late
his wife steals his attention
and you would have asked him some more
existential questions
like 'how is life going with you? '
they are taking leave at once
someone is sick
and dying
he had no chance telling you
the gap now you count again
is not just ten years
it is more than that
and there is no bridge
no rainbow
always this wide river
this vast space this endless sea
you miss him somehow
yet you cannot say the word
oh, these modern times
always a masterpiece of
distance of alienation
something we have not dared
and we have not conquered
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Oh, dear mother
Oh, dear mother
I lost my brother
He is alive and well
But as far as I can tell
To see me he has no desire
Oh, dear mother
My younger brother
I have to confess
Can care less
If nieces miss their uncle
Oh, dear mother
Please, tell my brother
He could be smart
But a life with no heart
Not a life, but a worst nightmare
Oh, dear mother
I love my brother
Dmitri, Dmitri
Nu chto ze ty pravo…
poem by Slava Olchevski
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Miss Lloyd has now went to Miss Green
Miss Lloyd has now sent to Miss Green,
As, on opening the box, may be seen,
Some years of a Black Ploughman's Gauze,
To be made up directly, because
Miss Lloyd must in mourning appear
For the death of a Relative dear--
Miss Lloyd must expect to receive
This license to mourn and to grieve,
Complete, ere the end of the week--
It is better to write than to speak
poem by Jane Austen
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Reflections-10
1 Universe
Expanding Causer
In void space starred groups ruled rolled
Sages presaged how?
2 Space
Welkin-lit vast void
Open stage for secret play
Matted Lord wide sprawls
3 Sky
Sunlight split surface
Sun goes, stars come vice versa
Far cry from Earth's soul
4 Spheres
Sun-Earth's wedding rings
Hued of choices hard to miss
Life in spheric whorls
poem by Indira Renganathan
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A Tribute to a Brother
To tribute to your kindness
In words is not enough
To tell of your caring
For me and others is wasting time
To a dear brother of mine
To bridge a gap so wide
As to let me into your heart
When I don’t even know mine
This tribute to you
My brother
My friend
My family
In love you conquer hate
And within these ugly times
You conquer them with beauty
This tribute to my brother ends
But always will remain true
poem by Kathryn Thomas
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Early Works - What Is The Depth Of A Man
What is the depth of a man,
what makes him courageous
in front of mortal fears
or walk straight and tall
when his eyes are blinded with tears?
What is the depth of a man
what gives him the spark
deep in his heart
to do good
when only evil surrounds him.
What is the depth of a man
that can’t be conquered
is it the love of a woman
is it loyalty
or is it the belief that each man should be free.
What is the depth of a man?
Date unknown, probably late 1960’s
poem by David Harris
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Confessions of a Bound Soul
Brother, my brother,
How selfish was I
While you seemed to struggle,
I sat idly by
Brother, my brother
Yes, try as I might
I now realize
It was also my fight
Brother, my brother
Now look at your arm
It's cold and immovable
Lost all its charm
Brother, my brother
Now look at your leg
There's so much left missing
Yet not once did you beg
Brother, my brother
Though I lost more in mass
It is you far more haunted
By our mistakes in the past
Brother, dear brother
Listen when I say
I will stick by your side
Until this goes away
Brother, dear brother
Listen when I say
I will stick by your side
Until our final day
poem by Amanda Saveley
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Building The Bridge
Father to son, husband to wife
Brother to brother, black man to white
Living together, falling apart
Looking for the common ground in every human heart
It all comes down to the two of us
Yeah this is where we start
We are building the bridge
One small stone at a time
With a lot of love
And some help from above
From your heart to mine
Theres a land of justice, cities filled with pride
A mountain of hope, just on the other side
Across a river of indifference, and a valley of despair
Theres a tower of courage, piercing through the air
I have a dream for our children, I want to take them there
And we are building the bridge
One small stone at a time
With a lot of love
And some help from above
From your heart to mine
As we seek out understanding
As we learn to forgive
When we open up our minds
When our words are true and kind
We are building the bridge
song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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To His Mistress, Objecting To Him Neithertoying Or Talking
You say I love not, 'cause I do not play
Still with your curls, and kiss the time away.
You blame me, too, because I can't devise
Some sport, to please those babies in your eyes;
By Love's religion, I must here confess it,
The most I love, when I the least express it.
Shall griefs find tongues; full casks are ever found
To give, if any, yet but little sound.
Deep waters noiseless are; and this we know,
That chiding streams betray small depth below.
So when love speechless is, she doth express
A depth in love, and that depth bottomless.
Now, since my love is tongueless, know me such,
Who speak but little, 'cause I love so much.
poem by Robert Herrick
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Seeds Of Doubt
Every time you ask me
another weed takes sprout
Evil whispers in your ear
casting seeds of doubt
Careful now be my dear
don't be living in your doubts
Watering a garden green
full of useless sprouts
A wind blows cold
across your heart
From glaciered mouths
of love so stark
To wedge away
they have made you dark
For inside they attack
your sense of sacred ark
And nourished in your heart
only out come famished thoughts
And once the trickle starts
watch a raging river wrought
So my love take the time
to heed and weed, not be bought
Cast out before the wind
has time to set, and suffice your thought
poem by Midnights Voice
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Three silly monkeys
See no evil!
Speak no evil!
Hear no evil!
Preached a sage
Three monkeys heard and became impressed
They started practising the given rules
Without giving any deeper thought
As incapable they were, to do so
Each time they saw something thing they considered evil
They closed their eyes
Each time they heard of evil
They closed their ears
Any mentioning of the evil
And they covered their mouths
Interpreting the teaching
As best as they could
One day they heard the roar of a cheeta
Which sounded so sinister
Immediately they covered their ears
They felt the impulse to speak
About the evil that neared
But instead
They put their hands on mouths
They saw Cheeta approaching
But followed the golden teaching
By closing their eyes
Certain they were
That sage’s teachings were to save
And Evil was to disappear
But the beast came
Devoured all three silly monkeys
Everything in this world has two sides to look upon, many in this world consider and portray these monkeys as three wise ones, question is, how you would rank them!
A matured Kingfisher and a smarten Carp
A Kingfisher rests on a tree top
And listens to a sad song,
A small carp in a muddy pond
Floats and sings; ' My relatives live in a big river
And why should I suffer here.'
Then Kingfisher mutters;
'Hey! My tiny brother if you cooperate
I could have taken you to that river safely.'
'Certainly I would like to accompany my big brother,
But I had a nightmare yesterday a blue bird has taken my relatives
from the river to a lonely ground and eaten them one by one.'
'Those are dreams and we're friends'
Kingfisher whispers while flying to another tree.'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Poets and tellers
Dear Poet! You know or know not,
It is your right brain that
Is more active and alert.
It sees things as a whole, in long shot.
It sees wide and tell in terse.
It observes deeply and expresses its core.
Dear Story Teller! You se or see not, ,
It is your left brain that
Is more active and alert.
It sees things minutely in close up.
It scans at length and tells vast.
It observes closely and expands it.
Shakespeare is more a poet.
John Milton is more a storyteller.
16.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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