Though it's bitter the elixir in my village thatched school
Before the Sun peeps in the morning
Transparent sky is gray like a woman's mourning.
I touched her warm tears gently along the grassy road
And it's really food for my crying bare feet.
Far away I walk towards the thatched school
And the Headmaster holds the cane as a sword
If somebody comes late.
Though it's painful the strikes I had, Yet my life has tempered like steel
And I must thank you Sir for the elixir you wake me up all the time in the drowsy life.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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April
[Every tear is answered by a blossom,
Every sigh with songs and laughter blent,
Apple-blooms upon the breezes toss them,
April knows her own and is content.]-Sarah Channing Woolsey
March already gone
and I have come for a short stay.
Then May comes
When I leave quietly,
Likewise, all the months
in the old calendar
come & go?
It's so ridiculous
New year colored calendar peeps again
with big letters like new politicians?
The Headmaster who knows all seasons and the schedule
We're just a heap of pupils in the thatched life-school?
nimal dunuhinga
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Old Woman On The Road
why does the old woman
walk on the road
in her hand
a cane or a baton
softly and gently
tapping on the stone
as caressing
slowly and slowly
prone to her destiny
where are her children
where are her grand children
does she sees
enough to look
noone knows
lonely
as a desolate tree
when did they leave her
may be she is goı ng
to the desolate house she used to haunt
she lived with her husband
goı n g to water the flowers
in their garden
but her husband is dead
though she she quarrelled regularly
when he was alı ve
she misses him desperate
why did they leave her
alone
on the road
roads are dangerous
traffı ccı ng the cars
why does this old woman walk
with a cane or a baton
in handslowly..softly...gently
tapping on stone
her looks are even hopeful
never bored of lı fe
on this hour
on this time
why does the old woman
walk on the road
has she escaped from an asylum
or booted from it
ı t is evident
she does not see clearly
she looks like my poor auntie
how old women
look like each other
where are her children
where are her grand children
where are her beloved neighbours
a crow crows in the distant
in a desolate tree
does loneliness walks wth so diffı culty
and so bitter
how soon we have forgotten our elder
may god bewaring everyhing ever
hope god forget them never......
poem by Metin Sahin
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Hey, Headmaster
(tennant/lowe)
Hey, headmaster, whats the matter with you?
Whyre you always so serious, why so blue?
All the kids in the school have seen you
Being patient with the boys who fool you
When you used to hit them with your ruler
So independent too
Hey, headmaster, whats the matter with you?
Theres a crisis rumoured in the school
The boys have cut their hair short to look cool
Examination time is drawing near
Disintegration of the football team
No one seems to want to play for real
In classroom, club or pool
Hey, headmaster, whatre you gonna do?
Theres an invitation in the post
To a reading party on the coast
Pack your bags up, you old bibliophile
Get together with your friends, who will
Give you time to think and time to kill
With independent hosts
Hey, headmaster, arent you gonna go?
Hey, headmaster, arent you gonna go?
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Life is a bitch
So much to understand
In this world of man
I swear I do what I can
There is much I do not know
But I keep my feet on the floor
That one day I may open the door
You see I am not really hard core
My disposition is poor
That is an eye sore
My woman need me
My grandchildren need me
My Children need me
And I need me
God never said it was easy
God never said it was fair
God gave that which I could bare
You my woman are my all
I can't rob Peter to always pay Paul
Most days I must stand tall
My mother is my first step to understanding
About life's different landing's
Respect is one of those stairs
Yes my heart is loaded down with pain
But I never have to be insane
I may walk around on a cane
But the bad in life that does not explain
Woman is my best bet
God has seen to that
So what I must really do
Is take care of me and my Boo...
And that means you.
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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No Food
I wake up every morning
stomach growling
No food to eat but
Momma won't let me tell nobody
Not even Jesus
When Momma leaves I'm happy because
For a second I think
That when she comes back
She'll have something to eat
But still-no food
The Roman Noodles are gone
Momma ate the last pack this morning
And I'm getting weaker
By the moment
Because there is no food
And when I get to school
I sneak to the bathroom and cry
My friends ask what's wrong
I tell them it's something in my eye
And- they believe me
And when I go home
Which is this abandoned house off in the woods
I hug my Momma because I know she did
The best she could with what she had
It just didn't work out
I didn't blame her because she
Put her trust in a man who
Not only verbally abused her but beat her, too
Which is why I entitle this poem No Food
She apologizes to me everyday
I ask het the reason why
But all she does is close her eyes and cry
And I wash those tears from her eyes
No food
Momma there's no reason to cry
I tell her; and she holds my hand
As tight as she possibly can
And says one day I will understand
And still- we have no food
She dies
Right there in my arms
Ironically the same place she held
Me- in her arms
The day I was born
No food, no lights,
No one around to hear
Finally, all her pain is gone
After all of these years
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Its Not Too Late
Gently rolling father time
Is calling to him now,
And though he hears him
He looks out to sea.
Somewhere out there lie his dreams
A story with no ending
And till he finds his answers
He wont be going nowhere
For him, its not too late
Its not too late
For some its never too late
Quietly knocking on her door.
He patiently stands waiting,
And though she hears him
She sits steadfast in her chair.
Somewhere out there never seen
Her hopes and dreams lie waiting,
And till she finds an answer
She wont be going nowhere
For her, its not too late
Its not too late
For some its never too late
For everything we know thats certain
There is much we cannot see,
So we choose to close the curtain,
Never knowing what could have been
Its not too late, its not too late, never too late
Slowly rocking the babys bed
He strokes its head and whispers
And though it hears him,
It keeps smiling and kicks its feet
Somewhere out there is a life,
A lifetime made for living
So it holds on fast, it aint going nowhere
For some its not too late,
Its not too late
For some its never too late
For some its not too late
Its not too late
For some its never too late
song performed by by Phil Collins
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The Touch Of Your Hand
On the day that you were born
I touched your hand so chubby and warm.
I touched your hand when you were one
and helped you walk my beautiful son.
I held your hand when you were two.
We ran, your favorite thing to do.
I held your hand when you were three
as you climbed on my lap and smiled at me.
I touched your hand when you were four
as the ocean touched our toes at the shore.
I touched your hand when you were five
walking you to school but when we'd arrive
I felt the tug of your hand from mine
and I knew that we had crossed a line.
I looked at you and released your hand
and said'it's okay I understand.'
As I walked back home I cried some tears
thinking of all our hand holding years.
Holding your hand became sporadic now,
when you were feverish or I felt your brow.
I held your hand a few times as a teen
but always alone so it wouldn't be seen.
I held your hand after you said, 'I do.'
We danced together just me and you.
After some years went by my son
you held the hand of your little one.
And so the times of your life turn around
and now that my hand is old I've found
you take my hand and help me walk
and as you do we intimately talk.
And it takes me back to that bright early morn
when I held your hand so chubby and warm.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Sword Of Mine
The Sword that I carry
Though made not of iron or steel,
It is a mighty sword
That I proudly do so wield.
Though it wont break the skin
Or combat the weapons of a foe
But this is a mighty sword of mine
More precious than silver or gold.
This sword that I carry
I proudly display it in my hand,
For I know this sword of mine
Is greater, than any other mans.
It comforts me when I am tired
It will warm me when I am cold
It will lie down beside of me
To protect, and strengthen my soul.
The sword that I hold
Is tattered, and so very worn
It has been a friend along side of me,
In the sunshine and many storms.
It has shown me a path to follow
And has lit the road that I walk,
And those nights when I was alone and scared
Then to me, I could hear it talk.
The sword that I wield
Though may be different, in shape or size,
But it is the same sword
Which for years has cushioned the souls cry.
It has been here since the dawn of time
And will be here when the great walls fall,
And then when all men of war and hate reflect,
My sword, will be the mightiest sword of all.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Paper Ignorance
'We are all example
of human and am a sample.
So, have a time so ample
and enjoy it like an apple.'
Pre-school,
life so cool,
No cane, no pain-one rule
to ignite ignorance in mind and soul.
School life,
wake five or past half,
angry for a robbed sleep you have
to be, but an end laugh!
Post-school,
woe [soiled] words
you meet in this world.
Easy to fight with a paper you hold!
No school,
Full of pre-school,
No history, hard post school!
No defense and no tool!
'We have been a sample of all
the human, inhuman...man as whole,
we had nice time, not hard as wall
enjoying it like an apple in the mouth of an owl! '
poem by Oluko George
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My blind friend describes an illusive dream
An angel-like woman in her forties,
She is a crossing-guard in a street of heaven.
Wears a negligee form a cloud
And I see her bare nakedness.
Her small breasts like two sugary fruits
And the slim body belongs to the grape hyacinth family.
She holds a pigeon-heart.
Oh! The fleshy buttocks, if I could rest my burdensome head
on such a comfortable pillow,
I would never wake up to this cruel World.
I am not a Saint but I didn't get any carnal feelings
As she's really a living Goddess.
We crossed together and she said; 'Study well dear,
The Education that nobody robs.'
I said ' I cannot go to school anymore and I stay with her.'
Then she said; 'How do I help on your studies as I have never been to a school? '
Oh! The sudden painful wake up and I realized that I am born blind.
* I humbly dedicate this poem to the Southern California's Senior Newspaper
'Not Born Yesterday! '
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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ll Be crying
'll Be crying tears if some of my wounds heal
'll Be crying crying child lost compassion
'll Be crying to wipe some tears filled my grief
'll be crying and the tears stream around me
'll Be crying'll be crying and the remainder of my life
'll be crying to drown in my tears
'll Be crying in the coffin and bury my grief
'll Be crying.. 'll Be crying.. 'll Be crying
poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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Distant Rainfall
Like mourning women veiled to the feet
Tall slender rainstorms walk slowly against gray cloud along the
far verge.
The ocean is green where the river empties,
Dull gray between the points of the headlands, purple where
the women walk.
What do they want? Whom are they mourning?
What hero's dust in the urn between the two hands hidden in
the veil?
Titaness after Titaness proudly
Bearing her tender magnificent sorrow at her heart, the lost
battle's beauty.
poem by Robinson Jeffers
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Headmaster
Headmaster, this is my confession.
This time you wont be overjoyed,
I have destroyed what little faith you had in me,
Ive been such a naughty boy.
Headmaster I am at your mercy,
Ive been such a little fool.
Ive dishonored one who trusted me,
I have broken all the rules.
Ive been with those naughty little girls again,
Now those naughty little girls are going to put me to shame.
I wish that Id been born with a little more sense,
This time its a serious offense.
I feel like an innocent victim,
I feel that I just cant win.
Headmaster please give me one chance,
Please help me to act like a man.
Ive let down the school,
Ive broken all the rules,
Ive let down the side,
Ive committed a crime.
Headmaster, this is my confession,
Ive been such a little fool.
Ive dishonored one who trusted me,
I have broken all the rules.
Ive been such a little fool.
Dont tell all my friends I bent over,
Dont tell them you made me cry.
Dont tell them Ive been sacrificed,
Dont tell all my friends or Ill die.
Headmaster dont beat me I beg you,
I know that Ive let you down.
Headmaster please spare me I beg you,
Dont make me take my trousers down.
song performed by by Kinks
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About Last Night...
i've seen love
it is beautiful
my whole life
soon revolves
around it,
it goes around me
and i am carried away
like a dream
it is so beautiful
i do not wish to
wake up,
it stops
i fall out
i wake up
but i am not
crying anymore
i know love
it moves away
i cannot stop it
from leaving
i stand up
and too
walk away
just like love
itself
i've seen love
as a bird
flying away from me
i walk the road
under those trees
i have no complaint
it's been that way
i've learned to live love
along the road
on a sunny day
it was about
last night
i still think about it
miles away
today
i've known love
and that is enough for me
i don't keep it
it goes away
i write about love
just that way.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I'll Start My Day Again
wake up
take my rubber shoes
wear my socks
take coffee
open the door
close it back
walk the dog
meet the sun
feel the wind
glance at the flowers
along the road
and the school garden
it is the start of my day
and everyday
it goes this way
sometimes i stop
at the middle of my walk
and ask
which way is it to the end?
it is in the mind
and my neighbor
on his jogging attire
sweating it out
for longer life
greets me: good morning!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wake Up
You used to be my closest ally
In this cold, cold world of deception and lies
We would defend and protect one another
Now I can't tell if we are enemies or lovers
So who's gonna rescue us from ourselves
When we gonna wake up
Baby, it's time for loving
When we gonna wake up
My baby, before it's too late
Oh baby
Where did we go wrong, baby
Did this cold, cold world turn us into stone
Well
Now all that battle
Is your ego and your pride
It's ticking like a time bomb
Ready to ignite
Hurtin' me to fight
So who's gonna rescue us from ourselves
When we gonna wake up
Baby, it's time for loving
When we gonna wake up
My baby, before it's too late
When we gonna wake up
Baby, it's time for loving
When we gonna wake up
My baby, before it's too late
When the smoke clears
What will be left for us but tears and pains
Why must we argue over the same things
Just to make your friend go back again
It's never too late
It's been too long
Can't get it right when no one thinks they're wrong
Gotta get out of the bed
And take a look what's going on
Oh when we gonna wake up
Baby, it's time for loving
When we gonna wake up
My baby, before it's too late
When we gonna wake up
Baby, it's time for loving
When we gonna wake up
My baby, before it's too late
When we gonna wake up
Baby, it's time for loving
When we gonna wake up
My baby, before it's too late
Oh baby (wake up)
Oh darling (wake up)
When are we gonna wake up (wake up)
When are we gonna take a look and see (wake up)
What's going on (wake up)
Oh what's going on (wake up)
It was wasting so much time (wake up)
And we're about to lose it all (wake up)
Oh baby baby baby (wake up)
Said I need you baby
Oh I need my baby home (wake up)
Bring my baby back to me (wake up)
Oh baby baby baby (wake up)
Oh oh (wake up)
song performed by by Alicia Keys
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End Of Line
End of the Line
Old man, yes, you who walk near the houses on the pavement
down the street using a cane, is there something wrong with
your hips? Hey! Old man when you see a group of youngsters
standing by the corner you feel fear, and if they make fun of
the way you walk you pretend not to hear only try to walk faster.
It didn’t used to be like this you looked the world in the eye as
you broad shouldered swaggered down the street of life, no one
dared to challenge you then; you didn’t know it was going to end
like this. Hey! Old man your life is behind you and your future is
the grave, and your walk often takes you to the cemetery where
you often go and read the names of people you used to know.
You live in pain- tell me way- most of the time, watch irrelevant
news TV, while drinking a little whisky. Every Saturday you go
the café and drink beer with other old men, only there are so few
of them now. Hey! Old man with a foot in the grave, in your dream
you are still virile and when you wake up you feel young until you
see the cane or your face in the unforgiving mirror. Yet you go on
living your loveless life in the hope of seeing another spring and
see the blossoming of the almond tree.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Walking Through Life
at four o'clock in the morning
you wake up and begin to take
your walk with life
the wind is cold and the path
is rocky and you are walking on
bare feet
your clothes are useless
you go on not minding
the thin thread of life that
you are treading upon
you hear the screams of those
who fall recently into that
abyss of oblivion
you are not disturbed
you already know what is happening
if you fall you say that is natural
it is not bad luck
if you don't that is alright & understandable
for the time being
neither is it good luck
it is at this moment of your life
when you say yes to everything
you ask yourself for once
if you have the right to say no
you don't have really.
they tell you to move on
and you ask them
where to?
there is no answer. Their silence
confirms too, their search, their own isolation.
their unloving distance
it is at this moment that you feel so strong
because now, you are all
alone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The School Days are near!
Same shrieking morning alarms,
Same morning fear!
The school days are near, The school days are near!
Sleeping in the bathroom,
From out, Mom shouts, '' DO YOU EVEN HEAR? ''
The school days are near, The school days are near!
So drowsy I am,
Confused, don't know what to wear!
The school days are near, The school days are near!
And entered into the school,
Murmuring silently, '' Oh dear! Oh dear! ''
The school days are near, the school days are near!
And if the first period is Maths,
Not again those equations linear! !
The school days are near, the school days are near!
A look at the load of books,
From the corner of my eye drops a tear!
The school days are near, the school days are near!
Gosh! When will vacations come?
We'll have to wait an year!
The school days are near, the school days are near!
Hoping when we go,
We'll find joy, sheer!
The school days are near, The school days are near! ! : D
poem by HudaM DeGratePoet
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The Lonely Road
It was masked by massive tall oaks
The lonely road
Rivers of tears flanked its path
By each end a crying bath
The lonely road
The sharp and bumpy gravel
I used to travel
The lonely road
With frigid bones and bare feet
Not a scrap to eat
The lonely road
Reminded me of nothing
Nothing but sorrow
To hell with today
The same with tomorrow
The lonely road
A path to my end
Sorrow to spend
On the lonely road
Of tales untold.