Stray pigeons in a secret meeting on my window sill
I hear their cooing
And an older one whispers something seriously;
'This poor Bookworm reads all the day
And I realized that he is in insufficient funds.
If I could help him definitely I'll try to dropp him a golden nugget.'
Afterward I checked their dropping eagerly but nothing found.
Still it's a dilemma what I heard whether in a dream or reality?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Auschwitz; A Paradise to Nazi State
I hear the whispers like in a dream
Oh! I was there in their stinking latrine
Worst than Amonia I inhaled
Solid human dung deposited on commodes
And the flushing not worked
As the ridiculous Nazi 'Economia' of water.
While I was a sailor have been to Port of Bremen
And I saw the miracle paintings of Adolf Hitler
This same Man did the Holocaust who believes?
Now I realized the insanity of a painter-criminal
Who hates the humanity and fond of deprivation?
Is this a dream or really I heard a Jewish girl cried;
'They raped my poor Mom, teenage sister and poor father
before they raped me.'
And this was written on my heart;
'They were tormenting and tormenting me. And then they decided to get rid of me. They sent me to prison. And the details of my sentence - do you think I heard anything or I read anything about it? I heard nothing and read nothing. Judges were in rush they had theatre tickets so they were in hurry to leave the court.'
* To all the friends in Worldwide!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Pseudonymous Gangsters in the World
All over the ridiculous world
They pinned you against the wall.
Where do they come from
And who feeds them?
I realized it's a dilemma
And I heard in a dream
'What do you prefer
Uncle pen-pusher?
A natural death or a trip to nowhere? '
A well dressed man is holding something.
I thought a violin
Sorry it's a beautiful gun.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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He watch the non-restricted Marathon sitting on the star class hotel roof top!
Some barefooted
Some with their sport cars
Politicians in their Supersonic Jets
And some with knotty walking sticks!
Judgers watch the run from the sky in their Rockets.
Is this a melodramatic dream or a nightmare?
The poor vagabond got some coupons
For the luxury hotel from a Call girl!
And he reads the menu prined in golden letters.
Menu & prices subjects to change without notice.
We accept visa and master cards, no personal checks.
And sales Tax will be added.
Beer & Wine, dine in and take out?
Hot appetizers, soup, seafood, chicken
Pork & beef, fried rice, chow mein, chop suey
Egg food young and vegetables.
He's surprised the mixed vegetables
Cheaper than the other dishes
Named as 'Buddah's feast'
And he ordered that plate thinking of Nirvana!
* I have heard children whistle.I have heard teenagers whistle, but I do not hear many older people whistle.What a sad thing, but this doesn't have to be so.
-A song of God!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Truth Comes Dropping Slow
It rained love...only love
but the rain didn't hear
the lamentation of my leaves,
I grieved for truth.
I craved for truth as it were blood
to paint my petals red again
and heal my wounded heart in pain
that's wounded by the rain.
For every dropp of love was like
a dagger piercing me...
pushing me to death as though
life's death is just a play.
I've gone astray -
searching for the truth;
only to find my petals
slowly kissing the ground
because truth comes dropping slow.
I cried till tears became my blood
yet truth comes dropping slow.
I died and found no truth in my grave
for truth comes dropping slow.
I died and found the common truth of life:
We all crave for truth, yet all of us lie.
Truth comes dropping slow
for all of us lie.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Dear Eloise
(clarke / hicks / nash)
Dear eloise, I am writing to say
A number of funny thing I heard today.
I heard that hes left you and run off to sea.
Could be the best thing thats happened to me.
Writing a letter to make you feel better.
Sorry to hear that he left you that way.
I could have told you, he was much older,
So much older than you.
You rushed blindly, he treated you kindly
Until he found out what he could get from you.
You should have departed before he got started.
Now youve been burned just like I said you would.
Please read my letter closely.
Its beneficial, too.
You must read in-between the lines,
A message you will see.
If you use your mind, youll find
I want you back with me.
Verse 2
So much older than you, so much older than you.
Chorus
song performed by by Hollies
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Pigeons Cooing When They Do
Pigeons cooing when they do,
A cooing begun.
As they strut after flying...
Or sit and stare with a sitting done.
They seem to fly around in packs,
To peck and pick in shifts.
Until someone begins to eat,
A delicious 'anything' pigeons seek...
With probing beaks.
Then other pigeons dropp in flocks,
From places suspicious.
While peacocking around,
Scouting out for something dished.
Like some popcorn or peanuts.
Or crumbs from crackers and/or bread.
To feed in a cooing...
As if a drooling done is did.
They seem to fly around in packs,
To peck and pick in shifts.
Until someone begins to eat,
A delicious 'anything' pigeons seek...
With probing beaks.
Pigeons cooing when they do,
A cooing begun.
As they strut after flying...
Or sit and stare with a sitting done.
Then other pigeons dropp in flocks,
From places suspicious.
While peacocking around,
Scouting out for something dished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Golden Opportunity
(ian hunter)
The kids are ok
Theyre telling you now
But youre letting them down
Cause you just dont know how
And its a golden opportunity
Im spinning in space
Im laughing away
Your so pathetic
I can just hear them say
Its like a golden opportunity
You better hear it
See hear it
Its a golden opportunity
You better hear it
Get near it
Its a golden opportunity
We reckon theyre rats
Now see how they run
My house is so common
And were dumb were so dumb
And its a golden opportunity
Scream all you suckers
Scream all you can
Im losing my bluff
Its a scam its a scam
And its a golden opportunity
You better hear it
You better hear it hear it
Its like a golden opportunity
You better hear it
You better hear it hear it
Its like a golden opportunity
Alright!
You better hear it hear it
Hear it hear it
Its a golden opportunity
Hear it
Hear it
Its a golden opportunity
You better hear it
You better hear it
Its a golden opportunity
You better hear it
You better hear it
Its a golden opportunity
(fade)
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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One Day, God Willing
It is only when I finally awaken, I realize
You are not really here-it is my dream's surprise;
It seems so very real, yet my slumber ends
With you still on the other side of the ethereal winds!
I only sleep, so that we may be together,
If I could, I would sleep forever-
Each time, I am more hopeful than the last
That this dream's duality would have passed!
One day, God willing, I shall see
This dream and my reality, meet-
Whence upon awakening, the dream
Is realized, it is now my reality!
But for now, I shall dream still-
I shall make consort with thee, when it is His will!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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The Metaphor Of The Pigeons Cooing
pigeons live inside the ceiling
taking the entrance at the broken side of the gutter
i can hear them coo
some eggs hatch and some fledglings
are cooing
one day i have not heard of them anymore
and the rats are singing
like pigeons cooing
these rats wanting to get attention
tomorrow i will take away the gutter
so the pigeons will know that we are missing them
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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2012 Austerity Keeps Spreading
reality keeps knock knock knocking
unwaged victims keep dropp dropp dropping
the economy keeps fall fall falling
unemployment keeps rise rise rising
community hardships keep grow grow growing
welcome to global 2012 austerity measures
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Nightmare That Set Me Free
There once was a dream I was fooled into thinking was reality
Because in that dream
You and me was something I wanted
But knew could never be
In that dream you stole my heart
And part of my sanity
In that dream my common sense
Unfortunately
Ran away from me
In that dream you captivated me
In that dream I was blinded
And the stars in your eyes
Were the only things I could see
But then that dream morphed into a nightmare
And I saw you for what you really were
I realized in that nightmare
I was nothing but the prey you were trying lure
In that nightmare I realized
This was nothing but a game to you
In that nightmare you had come oh so close to trapping me too
But I tossed and turned until I was freed
And when I opened my eyes from that nightmare
That I foolishly wanted to be you and me
I was the one who learned a lesson
That the sweetest of dreams
Can be nightmares in diguise
And because of that lesson I was set free
Never again to believe all those blinding lies
poem by Tiger Lily Love
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Whispers
We have to speak in whispers
for fear someone might hear
our words that we want private.
It is a dreadful thing to have to do
if our secrets we want to keep
of how we desperately feel,
so we talk in whispers
that no one else can hear
in case our every word is drawn
to make comment on.
Therefore, when we talk to one another
it has to be in whispers
so no one can over hear,
our movements are scrutinized
and our conversations listened to.
Soon it will be over
and our lives can once again
begin to resume.
Until then we talk in whispers
so no one else can hear.
21 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Found Out About You
All last summer in case you dont recall
I was yours and you were mine forget it all
Is there a line that I could write
Sad enough to make you cry
All the lines you wrote to me were lies
The months roll past the love that you struck dead
Did you love me only in my head?
Things you said and did to me
Seemed to come so easily
The love I thought Id won you give for free
Whispers at the bus stop
I heard about nights out in the school yard
I found out about you
Rumors follow everywhere you go
Like when you left and I was last to know
Youre famous now and theres no doubt
In all the places you hang out
They know your name and know what youre about
Whispers at the bus stop
I heard about nights out in the school yard
I found out about you
Street lights blink on through the car window
I get the time too often on am radio
You know its all I think about
I write your name drive past your house
Your boyfriends over I watch your light go out
Whispers at the bus stop
I heard about nights out in the school yard
I found out about you
song performed by by Gin Blossoms
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Goldrush
Give me your gold
Blue moon is walking
These lips are smoking
Big time disaster
My heart gets faster
My pot is melting
Doctors consulting destiny
Give it to me
This is
Your show and its old
And its a wonder
This day I give it to you
Give it to you
Give me your gold
Give me your gold
You got a nugget in your pocket
Got a nugget in your hand
You got a nugget in your pocket
Got a nugget for a grand
So forget your hesitation
Take a dozen invitation
Like its for a great confusion
Like its for a grand illusion
Clouds... love... stars... colors
Take it into the night
song performed by by Yello
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Goldrush
Give me your gold
Blue moon is walking
These lips are smoking
Big time disaster
My heart gets faster
My pot is melting
Doctors consulting destiny
Give it to me
This is
Your show and its old
And its a wonder
This day I give it to you
Give it to you
Give me your gold
Give me your gold
You got a nugget in your pocket
Got a nugget in your hand
You got a nugget in your pocket
Got a nugget for a grand
So forget your hesitation
Take a dozen invitation
Like its for a great confusion
Like its for a grand illusion
Clouds... love... stars... colors
Take it into the night
song performed by by Yello
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My dream
I am emotionally frustrated by my stupid knack
Of hoping that my dream of goodness
Can become true in this bad reality
I prefer to take no more effort to accomplish this hope
Rather than to expect it would not be an illusion.
Even I am not counting any longer
On accomplishing this hilarious dream
I intend although to bring a new light
To any common crying reality
I want to believe I have put in this great amount of effort
All my sincerity
But others may think that I am an innocent person.
This is why all I can get is my sadness.
And I am unhappy arising from attending to the fact
That I concluded my dream will never be realized..
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Thank God I Found You
I would give up everything
Before i'd separate myself from you
After so much suffering
I've finally found a man that's true
I was all by myself for the longest time
So cold inside
And the hurt from the heart it would not subside
I felt like dying
Until you saved my life
Chorus
Thank god i found you
I was lost without you
My every wish and every dream
Somehow became reality
When you brought the sunlight
Completed my whole life
I'm overwhelmed with gratitude
Cause baby i'm so thankful
I found you
I would give you everything
There's nothing in this world i wouldn't do
To ensure your happiness
I'll cherish every part of you
Because without you beside me i can't survive
I don't wanna try
If you're keeping me warm each and every night
I'll be all right
Cause i need you in my life
Thank god i found you (i'm begging you)
I was lost without you (so lost without you)
My every wish and every dream (every dream, every dream)
Somehow became reality
When you brought the sunlight (brought the sunlight)
Completed my whole life
I'm overwhelmed with gratitude
Cause baby i'm so thankful
I found you
See i was so desolate
Before you came to me
Looking back i guess it shows
That we were destined to shine
After the rain to appreciate
And care for what we have
And i'd go through it all over again
To be able to feel this way
Thank god i found you
I was lost without you (lost without you baby)
My every wish and every dream
Somehow became reality
When you brought the sunlight
Completed my whole life (whole life)
I'm overwhelmed with gratitude
Sweet baby i'm so thankful
I found you
Thank god i found you
I was lost without you
I'm overwhelmed with gratitude
My baby i'm so thankful
I found you
I'm overwhelmed with gratitude
My baby i'm so thankful i found you
song performed by by 98 Degrees
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Insufficient water goes to the cultivating fields
While the High Officials
(Or) Political Leaders
plan for some projects,
the main idea is to fill their pockets
with a percentage of profits,
the Officials become fat and rich,
the funds for the schemes
go thin and lean;
As if the water from the main source
from the dams to the fields goes scarce,
The bunds on both sides of the channel
absorb the water in full; the insufficient
water goes to the cultivating fields
resulting in dry crops with poor yields.
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Reality of a dream
A light conversation,
With only the ones we trust
The vision of happiness
A settled place for ones heart
The reality of a dream
Some no not were to start
The door we may rather leave alone,
For we fear the pain of disappointment
A guessing game without the answer
The reality of a dream
Runs hand and hand with
the reality of fate
Except both or walk away
Hard work with all but success
And years laid to rest
Be a curse this idea
This dream with its fears
From deterioration to motivation
The dream can be delivered
For the reality of a dream
Is that...........
Without reality there is no dream
poem by Morgan Bodden
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Do you know My Dear?
Do you know My Dear?
The dew dropp that does not fall on the ground,
The mysterious dropp that surrenders inside the flower,
The dream dropp that hangs at the tip of a leaf,
The retiring dropp that collects at the edge of the eye,
It is nothing but the remains of our silent conversation!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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