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Destitution

The table spun
Like a coarse roulette
And the hilarity
Coruscated a fire
Singeing the bosom
Of the undulating waves
Of the frescoes
As the cup writhe
And quaffs pound
A soundless song
Of ricocheting toll.

A star fell
With the cinders
Of a raped cigarette
And no one cared
For this oppression
To be hauled
From splintering
In a detrimental
Sublimation
And no one wished
Upon its descend
But its own
Aberrance
Groveling for
Abeyance.

In spite of
The regality
Of this mendaciloquent
Farce comedy
My facilities
Are too scarce,
But bountiful
With scars
Of bickering
Destitution.

poem by Norman Santos
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Echoes Of The Silence

The black squirming beads
Confine the groveling quietus
Beneath the strands of my canopy
And it cradles a somnolence
Farce, vis-à-vis the despondence
Of the elusive spangling ivories
Amidst the sound of desolation

I can hear the echoes fringe
The quiescent of a hiatus
Of the shriveling breaths
Of my lost secluded island
Where the sun never mount
Thus, never shrink out
From the dearth of my toppling horizon

Effervescent carols linger and slither
Suffocating the mistral atmosphere
Reckoning the blaring tapestry
Albeit, the frescoes dispensed
The myriad of gaiety's absence
Mantled by the echoes of silence
Of the rattling black beads

As pyrotechnics splattered on the ceiling
And the light show kept stirring
The ricochet of the quietude
In a detrimental ripple
Paving all frothing waves
To obliterate the emerging
Isthmus of sequestered tentacles

And the black beads wondered
Wandering far off sobriety
Entangled with a lethal envy
Upon the jocund gypsies
Excluding such complacence,
What is it searing in their revelries
That is louder than my carousing silence?

The fire of a poet manqué
Was quelled by the merriment where
Quietude was inscribed on the RSVP
Meanwhile, the living shadows
Fumbled on prismatic meadows
Where my words use to tinker
Now ensconced in the echoes of silence.

If I would ballast pensively
In a muted and pantomimic spiel
With or without you or me
There will be a surfeit of abeyance
Where are you, temporal eternity?
My mouth is dry, the beads had died
I can still hear the echoes and its silence.

In a strident whimper
Of a vociferous tatterdemalion
The silence hallooed and coiled
In an echolalia of reiteration
And in the rebound, there I reside
I am the unheard vociferation
In the echoes of the silence.

poem by Norman Santos
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Twilight of Daggers

In one sunset,
Jeer tinkers in a goblet
Caressing down the dearth of instance
Hilarity compensating the resistance
Farce comedy signed our allegiance:
Our sweet dexterous countenance.
Two souls, two goblets,
Infinity before the sun sets.

One cold sunset,
Crammed with glacial droplets
One would speculate why
A forlorn stranger couldn't even try
To seize a dagger, but wound in sly
Unveiled ignorance would cleave in pry.
Shattered eyes, lacerations in rivulets,
Innocence draped in a guilty cosset.

An indifferent sunset,
Spins the Russian roulette
The other fumbled as tables turned
And comprehended the other's concern
The more you see, the less you learn
Don't topple, don't fret
There will be another sunset.

One late sunset,
Shabby as my cigarette
I gazed it all colliding on my feet
As you acquaint the frost in the hilt
Whilst in the rapier, I'd burn in the slit
Endless twilight, daggers in duet
Close your eyes, aim to forget.

poem by Norman Santos
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I wished upon a star one day

I wished upon a star one day
As it went shooting through the sky,
I wished upon a star one day
As it passed me by.

I wished upon a star one day
That my prays come true,
I wished upon a star one day
And then i thought of you.

I wished upon a star one day
And realised i was crying,
I wished upon a star one day
Then dreamed that i was dying.

I wished upon a star one day
But my wish never became real,
I wished upon a star one day
And realised what i feel....

Nothing!

poem by Katy Allen
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Wishing on a shooting star

I wished upon a shooting star
As it went through the sky,
I wished upon a shooting star
As it shot right by.

I wished upon a shooting star
That my prayers would all come true,
I wished upon a shooting star
And then I thought of you.

I wished upon a shooting star
And noticed I was crying,
I wished upon a shooting star
And realized I was dying.

I wished upon a shooting star
But my wish never came true,
I wished upon a shooting star
And hoped it would get me through.

I wished upon a shooting star
That the she would still be there,
I wished upon a shooting star
That she would always care.

I wished upon a shooting star
Here in this night sky,
I wished upon a shooting star
That our love will never die.

poem by Xx Charmer Xx
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Shoot The Shooting Star

you wished upon a star
the first star
was a fake
you wished upon another star
it was a failure
you wished upon the third star
it was useless and gave you nothing
you wished again on the fourth star
it was ungrateful and took almost everything from you
and then another star
and then another star shooting before you
they all gave you despair
and you believe not
on any star anymore

then you learned to live
without any star
the stars are not true

and you are so disappointed
with all the falsities they are telling you
finally
you have this shotgun in your hand
and then this lone shooting star came one night
splendid in such a dark space
you shot it
hit it
and there it exploded, shattered

it was the only star intended for you
and it was true

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The scars inside will not heal

There is noubt different than being raped
and being pushed down mentaly.
except that the wounds also bleed inside.
The mental scars will not heal.
They do not fade.

There was no difference between being raped
and being run over by a lorry
except that afterwards the sicko asked if you enjoyed it.
As if it were a game.
And still the scars have not healed.

There is no difference of being raped
and going head first through a top floor window.
except that afterwards you are not afraid of hights.
but of half the human population.
And still the scars linger on with the pain.
They do not fade.

Fear of rape is a storm brewing.
Never towalk out alone
when I see a man coming towards me.
All the fears reopen.
And all there is to do is run for dear life.
This scar will not go it will not heal.

Never to open the door to a knock
without the fear has he found me.
What if its him.
All of the fears hold me back.
The scars do not fade they will not heal

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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South Shores Lake Worth

Hemp's South Shore Comedy night,
you could hear comedy, have drinks and a bite.
Sitting with Jim at a table in the back,
watching the comics yak and yak.
It was fun I have to say,
Jim and me did comedy starting at 8.
Jim was a deadpan comic so he worked his punchline
he had a laugh all the time.
He even sang a Johny Cash song,
it was "Ring of Fire" a joke about his
_____not his dong.
Now I went on stage after him with Razel so cold,
she would make fun of the audience, she was bold.
For Razel would make fun of anyone she was mad at,
she was blunt and obnoxious like a brat.
Now funny times with Jim was such a delight,
we had fun at Hemp's South Shore Comedy night.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on February 13,2012

poem by Christina Sunrise
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South Shores Lake Worth

Hemp's South Shore Comedy night,
you could hear comedy, have drinks and a bite.
Sitting with Jim at a table in the back,
watching the comics yak and yak.
It was fun I have to say,
Jim and me did comedy starting at 8.
Jim was a deadpan comic so he worked his punchline
he had a laugh all the time.
He even sang a Johny Cash song,
it was 'Ring of Fire' a joke about his
_____not his dong.
Now I went on stage after him with Razel so cold,
she would make fun of the audience, she was bold.
For Razel would make fun of anyone she was mad at,
she was blunt and obnoxious like a brat.
Now funny times with Jim was such a delight,
we had fun at Hemp's South Shore Comedy night.

Written By Suzae Chevalier on February 13,2012

www.suzae.com

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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I Wish

I wished I had called to see if you were OK
But I was so caught up in my life
To even worry about your.

I wished I had been there for you
But I was to busy drinking
To even worry about you.

I wished I had cared more
But all I wanted was to escape
Even from you

I wished I had taken you seriously
But you tend to lie a lot
And I couldn't take you seriously

I wished I had told you I felt the same way
But I didn't want anyone to know I was in pain
Not even you

I wished you didn't feel like it was something you had to do
I wished you would of never pulled that trigger that night
I wished you could come back

I wished I told you that I loved you
But all theses excuses I make and wishes
Won't change the fact that your gone.

poem by Beth Ann
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Wishing star(^, ^)

A brightly star that twinkles in the midnight sky! The royal beauty bright star! The sparkling star like a diamond in the sky! The shinning star like a sliver ring around the finger! The precious star like a bride wearing a wedding dress! The star that goes to east and west like the spite fire aeroplane! The star that you will wish to go in side it and look the beautyness of it! The wishing star..star by karabo mafojane

poem by K.R Relebogile Mafojane
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Maybe Its Because

Maybe its because the kiss you gave me, touched my heart and went right through.
I cant tell you why, I only know that I fell helplessly in love with you.
How I fell in love with you!
I could say youre grand and therefore I care for you so.
But there is a why and wherefore and Id like to know.
Maybe its because the star I wished on, made a certain wish come true.
Or it just should be that you were meant for me, and maybe I was meant for you.
Maybe its because the song we danced to, told a story old and new.
I cant figure out just why it came about.

song performed by by Irving Berlin
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Russian Roulette

Take it or leave it Ive heard it been said
All this spring fevers just way over my head
Stealing my moments, taking up all my time
Its playing russian roulette with my mind
Its none of my business baby just whats going on
Im not going to wait till somebody throw me a bone
Im way out on a limb now, and nothing seems to rhyme
Its playing russian roulette with my mind
I think that youve caught on, that youve been used and all
Im going down new orleans, Ive got to see dr. john
Got my mojo working everything will be fine
Stop playing russian roulette with my mind
Its not easy baby when everything starts getting out of control
Hang on your hat now, hang on to your soul
Dont worry baby, I wanna throw you the line
Theyre playing russian roulette with your mind
Too many hustlers, Ive been here before
None of them really know just who that you are
Everything gets contracted and space gets confined
Theyre playing russian roulette with your mind
Theyre playing russian roulette
Theyre playing russian roulette
Theyre playing russian roulette with your mind
Theyre playing russian roulette
Theyre playing russian roulette
Theyre playing russian roulette with your mind

song performed by by Van Morrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Hiatus

The alleys collapsed as the lungs did
As the lampposts flickered with the vision
A shadowy mirage lingered to caress
The soft yellow lights, the singeing blood
Searing from the charred soles
I walked with the roaring fire
The fire pranced with the songs
Hiding in the browning calendar
I halted, panted, eviscerating
Amassing vigor, accumulating air,
I'd watch you from here;
Until I feel my legs again
Until I relearn the tempo
To sway with the grace
Of your wandering pendulums.

The cinders flounced
A message from the sirens
Cutting the swath
Of these drunken roads

I sank, deeper and deeper.

poem by Norman Santos
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I Wish I Cared

(magne furuholmen)
To hold me closer or set me free
To trust completely or let it be
You dont know my destiny
You cant see what I can see
Hey - I wish I cared
Hey - I wish I cared
To love me truely or let me go
Inbetween I dont want to know
This is how it has to be
No more us and no more we
Hey - I wish I cared
Hey - I wish I cared
Once again, on the station
See your face in a crowd
Comes again the sensation
You cant hear yourself think
With their voices inside your head
Hey - I wish I cared
Hey - I wish I cared
I wish I cared
Yes I really do
I wish I cared
(hey) I wish I cared
Yes I really do
I wish I cared
(hey) I wish I cared
I wish I cared
(hey)

song performed by by A-Ha
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A Shooting Star Flew By One Night

A shooting Star flew by one night
I wished upon its burning light
I wished for love to fill a heart
For love taken away in the dark

A Shooting Star flew by one night
I wished upon its burning light
My wish was answered by you and you
Who would have known the love of few
Would grow to heaven’s blue

A Shooting Star flew by one night
I wished upon its burning light
A knight in shining armor you might not be
A protector with strength and love you have given me

A Shooting Star flew by one night
I wished upon its burning light
Your love for us you have not failed
You took our hands and rode the Shooting Star’s tail

A Shooting Star flew by one night
I wished upon its burning light
Although I wished for many more
My love for you I will always adore

A Shooting Star flew by one night
I wished upon its burning light
May heaven bring us Peace
Your love for us will never cease

poem by Anthony Wayne Parran
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Elijah Browning

I was among multitudes of children
Dancing at the foot of a mountain.
A breeze blew out of the east and swept them as leaves,
Driving some up the slopes.... All was changed.
Here were flying lights, and mystic moons, and dream-music.
A cloud fell upon us. When it lifted all was changed.
I was now amid multitudes who were wrangling.
Then a figure in shimmering gold, and one with a trumpet,
And one with a sceptre stood before me.
They mocked me and danced a rigadoon and vanished....
All was changed again. Out of a bower of poppies
A woman bared her breasts and lifted her open mouth to mine.
I kissed her. The taste of her lips was like salt.
She left blood on my lips. I fell exhausted.
I arose and ascended higher, but a mist as from an iceberg
Clouded my steps. I was cold and in pain.
Then the sun streamed on me again,
And I saw the mists below me hiding all below them.
And I, bent over my staff, knew myself
Silhouetted against the snow. And above me
Was the soundless air, pierced by a cone of ice,
Over which hung a solitary star!
A shudder of ecstasy, a shudder of fear
Ran through me. But I could not return to the slopes—
Nay, I wished not to return.
For the spent waves of the symphony of freedom
Lapped the ethereal cliffs about me.
Therefore I climbed to the pinnacle.
I flung away my staff.
I touched that star
With my outstretched hand.
I vanished utterly.
For the mountain delivers to Infinite Truth
Whosoever touches the star!

poem by Edgar Lee Masters from Spoon River Anthology
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It Is Winter Outside...

It is winter outside...
A cold atmosphere that most fear
For the scarce food, no warm clothes,
Even no home, no job, no health protection.
Towards these what is the rulers' reaction?

It is winter outside...
There is much oppression indeed
For these people's human rights
Truly are in a huge need,
And they all deserve to be freed.

It is winter outside...
Others join in to cooperate
To minimize the pain, so desperate!
He is attentive, gracious, merciful
He protects them being silent, bountiful.

(January,2011)

poem by Maria C. Costa
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Russian Roulette

This theme is known quite well.
Our love story was like a Russian roulette.
I would never bet or foretell
If I had to bite a bullet.

My heart sang beautiful song,
I could fly high in the sky,
Wrote poems for the one I belong,
Didn’t think of the day I die.

He insisted on changing the rules of the game,
I ran away from the unnecessary risk,
Love forever I wanted to proclaim,
But he showed me only a big fist.

I wished him to be my husband,
He wished to use me as a toy.
I haven’t seen the foggy England,
I thought about life I would enjoy.

My heart was so gentle,
I couldn’t recognize a flirt.
The cylinder was near my temple,
But…there was no bullet in it.

LIFE GOES ON!
I SING A NEW SONG!

Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
24/9 2010

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Song For A Star

This is a song for a star
If you really are a star
Here is a song for you all
Take a lesson before you fall

We're caught in the middle of everything
It's like trying to figure out which bell to ring
You think you'd made the start of it
But this is just the start of it now

Steppin' in time with your pace
Tho' we've never yet met face to face
This is a song for yourself
In the hopes that we don't do it wrong

We're caught in the middle of everything
Lookin' and turnin' out songs to sing
It could've been the start of it
But this is just the start of it now

You can be a star if you can climb
Just make sure you are in the nick of time

This is a song for a star (song for a star)
This is a song for a star (song for a star)
This is a song for a star
If you really are a star
This to whoever you are
If you really are a star

song performed by by Bryan Adams from Sweeney Todd
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The Farmer's Song

....and the farmer sing a song
a song of bountiful harvest.

His face covered with sweat
but he smiles as bright as the sun
and the farmer sing a song...

'Oh, gracious heaven
thank you for this day
thank you for this bountiful harvest.'

poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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