Firebreak
Moseying in the skin of your complacence
I build an ornate heraldry of sycamores
With carnal lattices to fringe the eaves
But no vulture dares to crane and sing,
No quasar halt to pry and beam,
No burl stopped from lewdly skewing
Deeper and deeper, you are penetrating.
You amble sprightly, sagaciously, innocuously
Caroming into the maze gracefully
I was weighed to kneeling with a plea
And a silent cry for a trespassing treachery
But gravity opposed the resistance
And the sycamores flounced wistfully
My forest sprouted the ripped wings
And the castrated prongs in the foliage
Of dying moss and buried memories
Uttering the melody of a gamine
That mounts walls for a dream
To stir past the concatenations
And gnarls between you and me,
Utter a fastidious wisp of infinity
And dispense the momentum
To a ballasting defeat
In the lips of a famished fleet
Utter the ignorant sensation
Of emollient crevasses yawning
Swiftly eviscerating somnolence,
Utter
Brand new visions,
Utter
Desiccating illusions.
Scathe the fuel-bathed forest
And start a fire of black scorches
And charred parcels of melodies,
Instigate a fire to meet me
Burning in a pyre reticently
Draping my scarce body in crimson
Until a firebreak splice
This delusional aberration.
poem by Norman Santos
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Demand
Listen!
Dear dream of utter aliveness-
Touching my body of utter death-
Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliveness,
The flaming source of your bright breath.
Tell me, O dream of utter aliveness-
Knowing so well the wind and the sun-
Where is this light
Your eyes see forever?
And what is the wind
You touch when you run?
poem by Langston Hughes
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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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Deeper
A Love that is:
Deeper than the deepest Sea,
Deeper than all Love can be,
Deeper than the mystery,
That has bonded you to me.
For there is no deeper love,
Than a love that cannot be,
Yet endures the depth of Time,
With deepest melancholy.
And so, deeply I can see,
What this love has done for me,
I have travelled into space,
In a state of utter grace.
Deeper than Life's mystery,
Deeper than the sky, the sea,
Deeper than all ecstasy,
Love is Immortality.
poem by Sandra Feldman
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I was told to challenge every spiritual teacher, every world leader to utter the one sentence that no religion, no political party, and no nation on the face of the earth will dare utter: 'Ours is not a better way, ours is merely another way.
quote by Neale Donald Walsch
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A Relationship With A Candy Cane
a relationship with a candy cane
interseting. utter disaster.
my beloved candy cane
i love you so.
the love is an utter disater.
i you so much that i hate you,
paradox as twisted asyour stripes. no sound from your face.
a forcful touch
a relationship with a candy cane my beloved hated
utter disaster.
poem by Victoria Lee
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The Goal Of Poetry
it is simply to reach
out to people
with our verbal hands
these mental arms
and make them
look
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
d eeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeperdeeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
too, within
themselves
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Utter The Voice
Woe to him or her,
Who gives drink to his or her meighbours until they are drunk!
After which they look upon their nakedness;
For the stone will cry out of the wall one day.
No matter how many times you do this,
The beam will also cry out one day and the timber will answer it!
So utter the voice of love in the deep than hatred.
The judge seeks for bribe and the mighty dictates his or her evil demands,
But no matter how many times that i do fall i will surely rise up!
And i will utter the voice of love to fulfil my dreams.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Silent whispers
The look in your eyes
are tranquil like the bluest skies
yet there is something chilling
running up and down my spine,
while I yearn to make you mine,
as if so intense this feelings is killing
any resistance that I have against you,
against this attraction being true.
The fire of the smile on your lips
the sublime movement of your hips
come with silent whispers
while away all my resistance slips
and I need you to kiss or chill me,
with scorn or the loveliest tranquility,
into my innermost core I want you to enter in,
I want to meet you with something deeper than just skin
take you somewhere that we have not gone before
but only if you truly love me, our companionship will begin.
poem by Gert Strydom
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In A Word
THUS to be chain'd for ever, can I bear?
A very torment that, in truth, would be.
This very day my new resolve shall see.--
I'll not go near the lately-worshipp'd Fair.
Yet what excuse, my heart, can I prepare
In such a case, for not consulting thee?
But courage! while our sorrows utter we
In tones where love, grief, gladness have a share.
But see! the minstrel's bidding to obey,
Its melody pours forth the sounding lyre,
Yearning a sacrifice of love to bring.
Scarce wouldst thou think it--ready is the lay;
Well, but what then? Methought in the first fire
We to her presence flew, that lay to sing.
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Freedom at Heart Corner
Freedom at Heart Corner
The word freedom was asleep at heart corner
Freedom less- house less peoples have no honor
Whipping at each steps-pain on eye, chest and every where
Don’t obey-Shall not, the rebel people wake and utter.
Freedom less- house less peoples have no honor
The bullet injured our heart while talking
Don’t obey-shall not, the rebel people wake and utter
Embracing sun seed arisen from sleeping.
The bullet injured our heart while talking
Blood sheds on roads- silent sound wake up rapidly
Embracing sun seed arisen from sleeping.
Fire on eye and heart outbursts swiftly
Blood sheds on roads- silent sound wake up rapidly
Clenched hand rise shouting get up mass people are
Fire on eye and heart outbursts swiftly
The word freedom was asleep at heart corner.
poem by Bongokobida Zakaria
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A Water-Color
Low hidden in among the forest trees
An artist's tilted easel, ankle-deep
In tousled ferns and mosses, and in these
A fluffy water-spaniel, half asleep
Beside a sketch-book and a fallen hat--
A little wicker flask tossed into that.
A sense of utter carelessness and grace
Of pure abandon in the slumb'rous scene,--
As if the June, all hoydenish of face,
Had romped herself to sleep there on the green,
And brink and sagging bridge and sliding stream
Were just romantic parcels of her dream.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Crawling Without Feet
women that smoke cigars,
and books that start with the ending.
the things dogs smell
written underneath stones.
the day guns rise up and walk out,
in utter protest.
the long trek cows and pigs and fish make,
on the way to becoming part of you.
the sound potatoes make
when you dig them...
the fire you built before you built it!
the things green beans whisper in the rain,
the groan of tomatoes ripening.
the sound of rust and leaves turning,
the name written in the first autumn chill.
the day we left the sea,
crawling without feet to the land.
and the day we'll return, utter failures,
or with the memory of a thousand small victories.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Afflicted
Softly every night they come
To the picture show,
That old couple, deaf and dumb
In the second row;
Wistful watching, hand in hand,
Proud they understand.
Shut-ins from the world away,
All in all to each;
Knowing utter joy as they
Read the lips of speech . . .
Would, I wonder, I be glum
Were I deaf and dumb?
Were I quieted away,
Far from din and shock?
Were I spared the need to say
Silly things in talk?
Utter hush I would not mind . . .
Happy they!--I'm blind.
poem by Robert William Service
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Forever
Slowly fading blue
The eastern hollows catch
The dying sun
Night time follows
Silent and black
Mirror pool mirrors
The lonely place
Where I meet you
See your head
In the fading light
And through the dark
Your eyes shine bright
And burn like fire
Burn like fire in Cairo
Burn like fire
Burn like fire in Cairo
Shifting crimson veil
Silken hips slide
Under my hand
Swollen lips whisper my name
And I yearn
You take me in your arms
And start to burn
F.I.R.E.I.N.C.A.I.R.O
Then the heat disappears
And the mirage
Fades away...
F.I.R.E.I.N.C.A.I.R.O
Burn like a fire in Cairo
Burn like a fire
Blaze like a fire in Cairo
Blaze like a fire
Flare with a wonderful light
Like a fire in Cairo
Burn like fire
Burn like
Fire in Cairo
song performed by by Cure
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The Slave And Pleaser
i will only tell
what you want to hear,
tell me what is it
what is it that makes you whole
and i will
utter it,
tell me what is missing
and i will fill it
i do not play with hints
it will leave you hanging
like a frozen tear
to your cheek at winter time
i like the summer in us
in full bloom
if you want me to utter love
surely i will not waste a second
if you wish upon a star
i will make more
you will not regret having me here
i am a slave and i shall please you
do not ask for the truth
i am a slave and i shall always please you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ineffables
utter nothing
save this moment's
warming wanton
breath of orphan
no promises
then I shall hold you
to nothing
less this body
moment
brave stave
search sheerest
trembling
presence
present
tense
holy oil toil
we ink sweat
lick slick breathe
let
as you
utter all
this
nothing
being
everyt hing
I keel
head over
tongue tied
fail flail fishing
wondrous
ineffables
your
bewildering
re sh 2011
poem by Randy Resh
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The divine presence (cavatina sequence)
Whispering softly, sometimes indistinct
as vague as sleep
a voice keeps calling, as if it’s drawing
from the dark deep;
in times of happiness and utter gloom,
while people weep
something reaches with invisible arms
with its own sweet silent lingering charms.
In the veldt, in the green grassy meadows
in night and day,
the essence of a kind of divine care
does always stay,
speaks up in the world’s natural beauty,
it is at play
in all the silences of day and night,
in the utter darkness and at first light.
poem by Gert Strydom
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In An Utter Panic
Frantic.
In an utter panic.
So confused they are,
By their own policies.
They are now on the attack,
Of those who uphold them.
Believing those of other ethnocentricities,
Aren't as competent to follow through on policy.
The same standards and qualities...
They have long forgotten and do not recognize.
Since their philosophies,
Have become more attached to distractions.
And these distractions,
Have become their satisfactions.
Frantic.
In an utter panic.
So confused they are,
By their own policies.
They are now on the attack,
Of those who uphold them.
And proving themselves to be as blind as bats!
They've succeeded in eroding their own values...
That now have dimmed in broad daylight.
They fight to create their own demise!
With a wish for darkness,
To assist in keeping 'truth' out of their sight.
Frantic.
In an utter panic.
So confused they are,
By their own policies.
They are now on the attack,
Of those who uphold them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's Name Is Love.....
Of all
elements
i love fire
and i keep it
everywhere
look at me
there is fire in my eyes
feel my hands
there is fire
growing in my fingers
lay your head
upon my shoulders
there will be
fire in your
hair
kiss my lips
you shall eat my fire
burning in there
continuously
put your body
above mine
you shall be
dry wood
of my fireplace
in winter
and i shall burn you
forever
and you shall
love it
for this fire
burns
but we shall never
be consumed
no one is charred
nothing is marred
there is no
ash
neither potash
let me name
this fire
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Its Name Is Love.....
Of all
elements
i love fire
and i keep it
everywhere
look at me
there is fire in my eyes
feel my hands
there is fire
growing in my fingers
lay your head
upon my shoulders
there will be
fire in your
hair
kiss my lips
you shall eat my fire
burning in there
continuously
put your body
above mine
you shall be
dry wood
of my fireplace
in winter
and i shall burn you
forever
and you shall
love it
for this fire
burns
but we shall never
be consumed
no one is charred
nothing is marred
there is no
ash
neither potash
let me name
this fire
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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