Garden Of Drudgery
My vicious skies disengaging the exiguous quasars
To thaw the soldering frost-mourn aloft inside
And the maudlin with a frozen brook in a jar
Drowned with shriveled legs from the labyrinthine stride
Now, above head is a mirror of the vast sea
Of people feigning their sedative bliss for agonies
And abortive sorrows propelled in the chalcedony
Sinking everything in a valley of roses and drudgery
Come, lay with me and muse as the albino sun
Scull its superfluous fingers to sine the parliament
Of hostile macabre breaths debauching the wan
And pointless toiling to own or keep the firmament
In the brambly floor of this frowned vale
We shall lacerate to bleed out the vying soul
Until our skin can feel no more, our bones so frail
Shall not break no more, and we will be the lips of the hole
In this garden of drudgery, fluttering with the plucked petals
Everything is painted with the darkest golderfloes
The nadirs are preempted fluent in stains of the vestal
And walls are mightier than the bridges' tows
For the plethora of flowers brew a puissant redolence
That vexes the quintessence of a mystified vagabond
The strings of aromatic auspicious few is now in valence
With treacherous taste of cyanide flaming to abscond
poem by Norman Santos
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Soldering
(beckford & ranglin)
Soldering its what the young girl wants
Soldering
Soldering its what the young girl needs
Soldering
She says she dont want the young buy,
The young boy drink too much white rum
She says she dont want the soul man,
cause soul man fall asleep in bed
She says she dont want the dread lock
cause dread lock smoke too much haile
Soldering its what the young girl wants
Soldering
When you check it out the young boy is undecided
And the dread lock is getting natty groove
While the old man hes watching them move
And the soul boy he start to prove
Soldering its what the young girl wants
Soldering
Soldering its what the young girl needs
Soldering
Oh young girl want soldering
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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If I lived back in the Wild West days, instead of carrying a six-gun in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron. That way, if some smart-aleck cowboy said something like, 'Hey look. He's carrying a soldering iron' and started laughing, and everybody else started laughing, I could just say, 'That's right, it's a soldering iron. The soldering iron of justice.' Then everybody would get real quiet and ashamed, because they made fun of the soldering iron of justice, and I could probably hit them up for a free drink.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Cryogenic for M' Lady Catrina Heart
A frozen rose whose colour glows
beneath a crystal coat of ice.
How artistically it shows
a vision fit for paradise.
Still pleasing to the eyes of those
who see it shine amidst the frost.
Catatonic, comatose,
the only beauty it has lost.
Perfume appealing to the nose.
Its scented beauty frozen too.
Without its scent it’s still a rose
Although coated in frigid dew
But it will last until the thaw
then disappear for evermore.
7-Jan-09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Idled Idealist
He is an idled idealist
A muscled, imbecile
A savant to no avail
In search of a new world
While blurring are lines
Between good and bad
Between right and wrong
Dithered of discerning wisdom
He is stranded in the middle
Of labyrinthine lanes all around
Towards which side to stride?
Left? Right? East? West?
Fuddled is the ideal vanguard
No friend to walk together
Nor even a foe to offer
A decent fighting pleasure
In this social warren
He remain lost and forlorn
Like a frozen mountain
Of vain profusion
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Victoria
Stripping flowers at pedal pace
Twirling blur of legs, legs and lace
Victoria, she loves her name
Running flushed our faces red
Daring her to kiss, to kiss my head
Victoria, she loves her name
Bathing in her innocence
Then drowned in her indifference
Victoria
I left her on her frozen route
I grew up while she, she grew out
Victoria, she loves her name
A social climb by offering love
til everyone was inside of
Victoria
Loves
Now my love wont make amends
You cut the cord on which your life depends
Victoria, she loves her name
Like cheating in a childrens game
Victory doesnt taste the same
Yet victoria, she loves her name
Victoria
Loves
song performed by by Verve Pipe
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Where The Roots Sank
The incarcerated echoes
Inside your robust cage
Of ivories and porcelains
Resonated your name
Coiling into the navel
Where a brambly foliage lay,
Where one fates to fumble
Rummaging for an enigma
Ensconced in a solitary rose
With soldering petals of flame
Enervating the void dark
And the austere ravine stark
To pounce yonder your eaves,
Swell mellifluously condescending
Malignantly ascending
Like a staircase pummeling
The heaven in you tresses
And it reached my low canopies
In an eloquent fashion
Resembling the sun's expedition
Skipping through sodden trellises
Ineffable and esoteric
As how tomorrow's gloaming
Can set before today's dawn
Your infernal flower possessed
An enthralling redolence
A mystery more puissant as
It entangles its thorny vines
Into the slicing vesper's face
A labyrinthine for a rat race;
A phantom damsel for a dying knight,
An adversary for a chivalrous crusade,
An ensnare for the despondent beau
Of aphorism and ideals, all the same
A vermillion spit of life
Licking the brittle bones
No grander than the comported semicide
Ablaze my graze as I submit
To your inveigling light
Usurp my entity and bury me
In your fastidious color
And I shall thaw in your amber
Like a wax molding to morph
Brand new visions and inflections
I shall swim through your blood
And reside in your pulsations
Let me sink yonder your lips
Ajar and trifling a perplexing limbo
Of Eden's horrifying grandeurs
Until I become one with the flames
Its prancing and its stings
And the plummeting of the cinders
Spewed and ousted from the core
The warm hearth where everything
Is enticed to thaw, to sink.
poem by Norman Santos
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An Angels Dream For All To Know
Whispered on the desert night
Drifts the secret of eternal light
Yet frozen in the sands of time
Lies lost this wandering heart of mine.
Free me now of loosing grace
Paint a smile upon my face
Free me of the sands of time
Thaw this frozen heart of mine.
Hold true ideals as virtue loves
Sail below the skies above
For as above so lies below
An angels dream for all to know.
poem by David Lacey
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Vicious Games
I never knew
How much I loved you
I never knew
How much I cared
So I played
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
I was afraid
To go under
Afraid to see
When I closed my eyes
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
I never knew
How much I loved you
I never knew
How much I care
I just played
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Now that youre gone
And you have left me
I had to learn
I had to learn how much it hurts
To play those vicious games
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
song performed by by Yello
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Vicious Games
I never knew
How much I loved you
I never knew
How much I cared
So I played
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
I was afraid
To go under
Afraid to see
When I closed my eyes
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
I never knew
How much I loved you
I never knew
How much I care
I just played
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Now that youre gone
And you have left me
I had to learn
I had to learn how much it hurts
To play those vicious games
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
song performed by by Yello
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Some Prefer To Keep It Frozen
Honesty can be that one gift received,
To be quickly unwrapped to wear.
With a daring that is flaunted.
And exposing it to everyone,
To prove a truth living within...
Exists and is shown everywhere.
Unfortunately...
Not everyone welcomes this gift to receive.
With a keeping it under wraps.
To pack away in one's attic.
Or...
Stored in one's basement.
To leave it frozen in a freezer,
With a thawing no one will ever see at all.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
Some prefer to keep frozen,
Never to thaw.
Honesty can be that one gift received,
To be quickly unwrapped to wear.
With a daring that is flaunted.
And exposing it to everyone,
To prove a truth living within...
Exists and is shown everywhere.
But,
Left corrupted...
A shocking honesty can awe.
To be abducted.
Shocking honesty can awe.
With none conducted.
A shocking honesty can awe.
And...
Leaving it to freeze,
Never to thaw.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
Some prefer to keep frozen,
Never to thaw.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Vicious Rumours
You feel the knife stuck in your back
You feel it twist and you hear it crack
Can't make a sound for the sudden pain
You wish your blood were Novocaine
You see the smoke and you feel the flak
You're burning up and you're turning black
They say you fell and you hit your head
Your other bun is Whitenbread
Vicious rumours, paranoic fears
Sonic boomers ringing in your ears
All of this is getting normal now
You'll never go back to your farming plough
Vicious rumours
You're right at home back at William's flat
You heard a sound you turned and shot your cat
Your hands are shaking, everybody sees
And there's a rhythm drumming in your knees
You return into a foreign night
Inside you know something is just not right
Sometimes you duck when you see your pet
Canary turned into a Sabre jet
Shocked consumer - you're just an average guy
Swelling tumor pushing on your eye
And now you know why all the headaches come
And why you're getting progressively numb
Vicious rumours
I've been denied, debriefed, detuned
Sometimes I howl right at the moon
My family treats me gradually
They know my volatility
Vicious rumours, paranoic fears
Sonic boomers ringing in your ears
And now I know why all the headaches come
And why you're getting progressively numb
Vicious rumours
(Vicious rumours)
(Vicious rumours)
(Vicious rumours)
(Vicious rumours)
(Vicious rumours)
(Vicious rumours)
(Vicious rumours)
(Vicious rumours)
Who do you think we are
Who do you think we are
Who do you think we are
Who do you think we are
Who do you think we are
We don't care
We don't care
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Frozen
Frozen
By: Adam M. Snow
Memories frozen and gone,
like sands in broken time,
'gainst the blackest of dawn,
yet cold with no love sublime.
To be alone in ice of despair,
with hearts cold and frozen.
There's nothing left to bear,
for all who are chosen.
Like frost in the wind,
chilling a lonely being,
leaving nothing to mend,
like a ghost without seeing.
Dreams now cold like ice,
falling to pieces,
not once but twice,
as the days decreases.
What else is there to know,
with everything oh so cool?
Like being ghost in the snow,
and you being the fool.
All's now cold like a winter's night,
like little breezes dusk and shiver,
and with unpleasant delight,
with fear all is quiver.
Staring now out a hoar frost window,
alone, cold and wilted,
with your sufferings and woe,
waiting to strike you dead.
All's now cold hearted,
like frozen in ice,
as all's departed,
and you're the sacrifice.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Find Your Face
I don’t know how it looks to you
But you know more than I want to you.
Pull back your hair for me and let me know how you feel
Run my fingers through your hair, can you tell me is it real?
Look me in the eye when you say
You’re feeling blue in every way.
Reflections tainted through distorted eyes
Abstraction painted green the skies
Loosing sense of sense experience
Your body outside yourself and lost
Frozen deep in the porcelain frost,
Lost in inner space, am I
Faceless without a faith in the sky?
Find your face; leave your mask at home upon the shelf
Find your face, your faith, your self.
The true self White King is crowned
Only a shadow of the Ego exiled remains.
His memory dismantled in dark waters is drowned.
Ignore the feeling you’ve been here before
Start the dance of healing, leave inhibitions at the door.
For what is it you ask of me?
Is it not always for a little more?
poem by David Lacey
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Vicious
Vicious
You hit me with a flower
You do it every hour
Ohh, baby youre so vicious
Vicious
You want me to hit you with a stick
But all Ive gots a guitar pick
Huh... baby youre so vicious
When I watch you come
I just want to run far away
Youre not the kind of person
Around whom I want to stay
When I see you comin down the street
I step on your hands and I mangle your feet
Youre not the kind of person that I wanna meet
Oh, baby, youre so vicious
Vicious
You hit me with a flower
You do it every hour
Ohh, baby youre so vicious
Vicious
Hey, why dont you swallow razor blades
You must think Im some kinda gay blade
But baby, youre so vicious
When I watch you comin
I just have to run
Youre not good and you certainly arent very much fun
When I see you walkin down the street
I step on your hand and I mangle your feet
Youre not the kind of person that I even wanna meet
cause youre so vicious
Vicious
Vicious...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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A Gentle Thaw
Thick the mist at early morning's dawn,
Cold the chill that enters by the door,
White the frost, that lies, across the lawn,
Each one piercing, striking to the core
Of one's whole being. Then wakes the foggy morn,
Where sunshine will in time, melt frost on haw,
And rouse the sleeping field mouse in the corn,
By dripping water down upon his paw.
He'll scuttle off, expression all forlorn,
To leave the day to begin its gentle thaw.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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In Winter's Arms
Winter holds me with his arms of icy white,
and kissed my breath with frost upon the pane.
Subdued by touch of winter's frigid hand,
I pray for spring to find me once again.
O'wind, you whistle to the winter's tune.
Your melody is heard 'pon day and night,
but one day spring will come to rescue me,
and wisk away your song of winter's blight.
O'tree, you're frozen in the winter's dream.
Your leaves have left you 'neath a moon of white,
but when my prayers are answered 'pon spring's dawn,
you'll thaw beneath its sun with warm delight.
O'field, your harvest has been reaped and spent ~
and winter blankets you 'neath snowy mounds.
Yet one day soon in springtime's rising mist
you'll feel the greening of your earth rebound.
Winter holds me with his arms of icy white,
and kissed my breath with frost upon the pane ~
but deep within I somehow always know,
that spring will come and find me once again.
poem by Hazelmarie Elliott
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A Brook In The City
The farmhouse lingers, though averse to square
With the new city street it has to wear
A number in. But what about the brook
That held the house as in an elbow-crook?
I ask as one who knew the brook, its strength
And impulse, having dipped a finger length
And made it leap my knuckle, having tossed
A flower to try its currents where they crossed.
The meadow grass could be cemented down
From growing under pavements of a town;
The apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.
Is water wood to serve a brook the same?
How else dispose of an immortal force
No longer needed? Staunch it at its source
With cinder loads dumped down? The brook was thrown
Deep in a sewer dungeon under stone
In fetid darkness still to live and run --
And all for nothing it had ever done
Except forget to go in fear perhaps.
No one would know except for ancient maps
That such a brook ran water. But I wonder
If from its being kept forever under,
The thoughts may not have risen that so keep
This new-built city from both work and sleep.
poem by Robert Frost
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Leg
I know your legs are
On the legs of Baali the demon king
I know your legs are
On the head of Bharata your brother
I know your legs are on the
Head of Uddhaba your follower.
You have no leg I heard.
I Know you are present everywhere
Everytime and in everybody.
I do not know what a leg is.
I know the insect has six legs
I know the animal has four legs
I know the bird has two legs.
Your leg is my project paper
I do not know howmany legs you have
I do not know I a leg is.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Can you see God
Do you see God inside the rain,
Or when the sun shines on your face,
When birds are singing songs of praise,
Or only if you start to pray
Do you see God through skies that pour,
Does his presence leave you wanting more,
And when you're chained down to the floor,
Does God respond to desperate roars,
Do you see God when water falls,
When the fights so big and you're so small,
Or feel him when you start to stall,
And time times ten reject his call,
Do you see God through darkened clouds,
When waves so big you might just drown,
Does God exist when up is down,
When prayers seem to have no sound,
Do you see God through blurry skies,
Or violent winds and hurried lives,
And every time you start to lie,
Do you feel Gods piercing burning eyes,
Do you see God inside the storm,
When death has struck and heart is torn,
Do angels sing when you're re-born,
When you are lost do angels mourn,
Do you see God inside the rain,
When rain and pain are one and same,
When there are no more happy days,
Do you see God inside the pain
poem by Nathan Streango
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Summer Skies
Summer skies
When clouds have dried their eyes
And all fierce storms have died
Listen, -fickle breeze just sighed.
And sunshine laughs across your hair
As England bathes in evening air
Upon your lips I taste fine wine
Lending sips from heavens' vine.
And as church bells peal their echo soft
Sunday will reveal aloft
Like meadow dance of happy flora
As summer skies reflect aurora.
Winters' frozen feeling flying free
Red sky smiles revealing tranquility.
Bees humming natures' tune
Serenade the hissing noon
The woman that I'm missing,
Soon, will hold me under crescent moon.
Summer skies
Rivers flow
-But passion will fly
Promises glow,
Then like fashion will die.
And so we walk the twilight beach
No dream is ever out of reach
No sunset ever waved goodbye
Without a twinkle in its eye.
As love returns with sweet surprise
Your touch still burns
Like summer skies.
poem by Kevin East
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