Quite Pollue
Asunder me from this plane of existence
Where ephemeral defeat coils down into
Perpetual scars that meanders deep
Rising every full moon regardless
Of the infinite susurrations of the harlot
Whiffs of bliss, evanescent whips
Dabbing the stings of death
Lead me down to the ethereal trance
Of perpetual demise, a consummate defeat
Withholding concrete bliss in the margins
Teetering out of keel, out to kill
This coarse grating feel
poem by Norman Santos
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Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
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'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
If I should fail, what poverty!
And yet, as poor as I,
Have ventured all upon a throw!
Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so—
This side the Victory!
Life is but Life! And Death, but Death!
Bliss is, but Bliss, and Breath but Breath!
And if indeed I fail,
At least, to know the worst, is sweet!
Defeat means nothing but Defeat,
No drearier, can befall!
And if I gain! Oh Gun at Sea!
Oh Bells, that in the Steeples be!
At first, repeat it slow!
For Heaven is a different thing,
Conjectured, and waked sudden in—
And might extinguish me!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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I Am Consciousness
I am consciousness, existences and bliss.
Hold the light for everyone you do insist.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless the people you have on your list.
I am consciousness, existence bliss,
think a good thought to those that are missed.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless those you wouldn’t even kiss.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
heal relationships where anger exists.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless those you cherish.
Written By Christina Sunrise on February 4,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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This Kiss - Faith Hill
vs.1 I don't want another heartbreak,
I don't need another turn to cry, no.
I don't want to learn the hard way,
Baby hello, oh no, goodbye.
But you got me like a rocket,
Shooting straight across the sky.
(chorus)
It' s the way you love me,
It's a feeling like this.
It's centrifugal motion,
It's perpetual bliss.
It's that pivotal moment,
It's, ah, impossible.
This kiss, this kiss!
Unstoppable.
This kiss, this kiss!
vs.2 Cinderella said to Snow White,
'How does love get so off course?
All I wanted was a white knight,
With a good heart, soft touch, fast horse.
Ride me off into the sunset.
Baby I'm forever yours.'
(chorus)
It's the way you love me,
It's a feeling like this.
It's centrifugal motion,
It's perpetual bliss.
It's that pivotal moment,
It's, ah unthinkable.
This kiss, this kiss!
Unsinkable.
This kiss, this kiss!
You can kiss me in the moonlight,
On the rooftop under the sky, oh.
You can kiss me with the windows open,
While the rain comes pouring inside, oh.
Kiss me in sweet slow motion,
Let's let everything slide,
You got me floating,
You got me flying.
(chorus)
It's the way you love me,
It's a feeling like this.
It's centrifugal motion,
It's perpetual bliss.
It's that pivotal moment,
It's (ah) subliminal.
This kiss, this kiss!
It's criminal.
This kiss, this kiss!
It's the way you love me, baby,
It's the way you love me, darlin'.
(chorus)
It' s the way you love me,
It's a feeling like this.
It's centrifugal motion,
It's perpetual bliss.
It's that pivotal moment,
It's (ah) subliminal.
This kiss, this kiss!
It's criminal.
This kiss, this kiss!
It's the way you love me, baby,
It's the way you love me, darlin'.
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Except Love Life Is Meaningless
The soldier, my life, at war
Fighting the adversaries soul out there
Without any error or dearth in effort,
But at the end got ignominious defeat
In the barrack pondering deep, what is life?
Now life is hell, and death is bliss
My life, my soldier, thinks
Joy or sorrow, defeat or victory
Time eats up all and relieve in history
Two pennies more or less
Except love life is meaningless.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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I Am Consciousness
I am consciousness, existences and bliss.
Hold the light for everyone you do insist.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless the people you have on your list.
I am consciousness, existence bliss,
think a good thought to those that are missed.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless those you wouldn’t even kiss.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
heal relationships where anger exists.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless those you cherish.
Written By Christina Sunrise on February 4,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Hallelujah
The ice melted from the stings of numbness in my feet
And I waited amidst the mistral flagellations
For the veil to pierce and let me crane closer
Into the cavil riddles of my consummate defeat
With the chaffing of lips grating the flames
Of genocide impales and bleak susurrations
But hulking levity eviscerated and never came
Not in the tangles of dire confabulations,
Not beneath the tottering consoles of the sheets,
And not in the phosphors of the lampshade's scintillations
In between the pages of tainted derision
Ballasting in inebriation in the taut string
Of vehement gnawing on the verdigris of vying
To bereave the destitution in the cliff hanging
Erotic seductions of stabbing knives
In the ruptured chest and ruffled lines
To mount a resolution and embrace the misery
Of sullied vassalage, of sardonic inequity,
Ramifying on a sapid contingency
With or without the pernicious rhapsodies
Pressing the fangs of destitute inadequacy
From the aggregated cajoles of despondency
Another derisory effulgence of exequies
But death remained an execrable thief
To let me proceed on my meander
In the floors of inferno
Singing in florid tongues
"Hallelujah! "
poem by Norman Santos
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Defeat
Defeat
Will kill you
If you let it
It is the No
Before you even try
A nagging fear
You can't let go
So you just sit there
And like baby -cry!
Defeat is a ghost
Fleeting mist that is not
You never count the cost
To fight it you work
On all that you got
Knock it off
Give it the best shot
Crush it on your feet
Defeat.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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To Know Bliss Like This
Yesterday,
Held for me bliss.
I could not resist it.
The bliss that came to visit.
And today it continues...
Within me to sit!
I can not promise,
What tomorrow for me brings.
I'll just remember bliss,
For what bliss to me is!
Wanting to keep it.
As it made me sing!
Knowing it at all...
Makes me feel blessed,
To have experienced bliss.
Feeling it soar within me to exist!
And to know bliss like this within me lives!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Defeating...That Beast
You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!
Think about the distance you've come,
Defeating...the beast.
Think about your decision not to run,
Away...from the beast.
Think about those knees on the ground,
Weeping for the beast.
Think about the dirt you ate,
Fed...by the beast.
Think about celebrating...
Those days ahead awaiting!
You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!
No longer the martyr,
Defeating...that beast.
Get up...and strut about.
You've defeated...that beast.
Let those words come out of your mouth,
'I've defeated...that beast! '
Let the people see and believe it,
You've defeated...that beast.
Whoop...and hollar about,
'I've defeated...and done feeding it!
That beast is outta my house.'
You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!
More than a piece of cake!
Defeating...that beast.
Gone and eliminated.
Defeating...that beast.
Much more than a piece of cake.
Defeating...that beast.
But gone and eliminated.
Defeating...that beast.
More than a piece of cake.
Defeating...that beast.
Gone and eliminated.
Defeating...that beast.
Much more than a piece of cake.
Defeating...that beast.
But gone and eliminated.
That beatened up beast to beat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Had There Been No Defeat
He said “Defeat is very deep
As deep as an ocean,
That who drowns into it,
He never emerges up,
So make conquest tradition of love.”
I said “No doubt it is a deep mystery,
But think a while,
If there had been no heart in the chest,
Where love would have been,
Had there been no defeat in life,
There would have been no existence
Of love in the world.”
By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Hudson
Hudson bawled loudly inside his head
As the harpoons of lightning struck
Piercing his six-inch thick chest.
He had expected the violent rasp
Before it had even transpired,
Essentially, he actually
Ignited the electrified fire;
But farcically or inevitably,
It had not kept him from turning over
To flailing into the famished sea
Of consuming ignorance
It had consumed him, especially his eyes,
Now aqueous and dithering
With no reservations for coagulation.
With such wavering and waxed vision,
Hudson had dispensed vexation
Into a twaddle tug-of-war
Between skepticism and ignorance.
He tried to outrun the asphyxiation
In butterfly-pace as he let the bleeding
Deluge and wear out, until the veins
And the valves caressing the rivulets
Of his blood would halt,
And the serrations need not to clot.
He tried to outrun his pervading nightmares,
His abandonments, his interstates,
His moon, his sun, his stars,
His one-man-bandwagon of harlequinade.
He tried to elude them
With a dragonfly's erratic flight.
Hudson had successfully left Summer,
But as he painstakingly vied
To latch its portcullis,
The whiff of Summer's aberrant
Redolence of tawny sun,
Tangerine skies,
Languid inebriations,
Warm tans in shuffling sands,
And a searing foliage
Of innocuous complacence,
Had been pulling and keeping him
From shutting the closing gate.
Relentless, Hudson, lunged
Forward towards another invitation.
An invitation to another dance
In the halls of ambiguity,
In poetries,
In subtle tacit game of charade,
In perplexity.
Autumn's adamantine gates
Beckoned a subtle hint
Of the mistral winter winds
And it had kept Hudson
From moving farther.
Autumn's portcullis remained ajar,
Partly inviting in sly
And partly halting a spider-chance.
Two rooms, both doors opened;
Two wounds, both left to bled,
Vulnerable from infections
Dabbing the serrations
With rasping sedations.
Hudson was in the sea
Of vexation.
Hudson was resuscitating
In an oxymoronic cul-de-sac;
Trapped in between two doors.
Tangled with the laces
Of the feelings of rue,
Of defeat,
Of abandonment,
Of death,
And one-sided bliss,
Of fettered bliss,
Of hollow unrequited bliss.
Hudson had lost his name
In a perpetual sunset
Between two opened doors.
poem by Norman Santos
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Defeating An Enemy
We live in a world full of enemies,
or so we are lead to believe.
The best way to defeat an enemy
is not with bullets or bombs.
The best way to defeat an enemy
is to make that enemy a friend.
poem by David Harris
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The Truth will kill you (comment any suggestions please! !)
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The scars in my soul all seem too real.
The wound is jus too deep to heal.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
Ignorance is only bliss
Left in this dark, cold abyss.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The pain is too much to bare.
So deeply I long to not care.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
poem by Nikki Chauhan
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Seize the Autumn Mist
Amidst a horizon of sporadic seasons, stood
A wayward gambler of sangfroid optimism
Wreaking of departure in the eyes of an interlude
Cascading with a wintry streak of a prism
A rapine of the grandiosity banishing all subdued
Words that vessels emotions in taut surrealism
The aftermath of golden deluge and sullen drought
Fore the wintry rape and frosted cellars bolt
A beautiful shedding, the mist of copper hair brought
Comported in a poise deeming the sun a harlot
For corrupting the radiance it spun and wrought
Undeserving of abduction; a beautiful fault
Hoping for amends but the more it is changing
The more the season of withering remains mundane
With aloofness of untainted bliss, tethering
A tatterdemalion vagabond in a flee too profane
Erred and flawed hands can't carry the bosom of the writhing
Season of falling a gambler can never abstain
Ephemeral autumn days encumbering perpetual bliss;
Dormant abrasion in a feigned cinched delusion
Should I resign a kiss? Should I deprive the mist
Of autumn yearning to be seized in revulsion?
Ambivalent in complacent hues of your own fist
Little yielding fist, wave your sweetest tides of gravitation.
poem by Norman Santos
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Immortal Death
How do I write with bliss of death?
I'm sure you know exactly how.
But heres an explanation.
Told with blood upon my brow.
See, a man devotes his life.
To acts of kindness, peace, and love.
Extraordinary selflessness.
Laced with the light above.
But the wings of death do shroud his good.
Into a formless haze.
Immortal Death removes his hood.
Attracting mankind's gaze.
Even that righteous man now understands.
The ambiguity in his eyes.
The bravest stayed, and cowards ran.
Fearing certain demise.
Why do I write with bliss of death?
Respect of death destroys fear.
On my deathbed, perhaps I'll smile.
As he whispers in my ear.
poem by Aaron Lynn
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Scarlet Bruises
A red heron
Flew above
A red sun
I watched
Its wings flap
Winnowing
The red stains
In the sky
But he was
Tethered to
The blood
Crammed to
The veins
Of his feigned
Endeavor to
Haplessly vie
I watched
The red blotch
As it spread
And conquered
His consummate
Defeat and
It lets go
Of its vying
It plummets down
Crashing boughs
Of gaunt trees
And slapping
The earth
Finally
With a thud
Full of vigor
Underneath
Its red plumes
Are red bruises
And the sky
And its infinite
Corollaries
Was ever higher.
poem by Norman Santos
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The key of light
On the cloudiest days and the darkest nights
The sun still shines though it’s not in sight
Hidden and locked away with in our minds
There is this box full of perpetual sunshine
Hidden and locked away with in our hearts
There is an ability to live life and experience all its parts
Happiness is the first key to success
With out happiness in the heart what is left?
Look deep inside your soul and find
The key to unlock the box of perpetual sunshine
For with out this key, this key of light
The sun will still shine but will never be in sight
poem by It's Me K.s.z
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Kiss Me Bliss Me
Key:- a - anita r - ray
R: kiss me bliss me baby
Put love on the loose
Kiss me bliss me baby
You got nothing left to lose
Kiss me bliss me baby
Put love on the loose
Kiss me bliss me baby
Youve nothing left to lose
R: this is the one, it is from the heart
A call to you to tear my life apart
Kiss me, bliss me, send me all that you got
Send me vibes, give me something hot
Understand, this is no game
No tame way to take a dame
Take a chance girl, run my way
Join my rave baby lets play slave
A sweetheart, with a body of ice
You might be cold but I can see youre nice
Hardly baby, giving a guy a chance
Meanwhile baby I asking you to trance
A: I know what you feeling, Ive been there before
I know what you feeling, boy, youre crying out for more
Kiss me, bliss, me baby, youve nothing left to lose
Kiss me, bliss me baby, put love on the loose
R: maybe, maybe sometime baby
Sometime soon youll be my baby
Cant hang around, got dreams to dream
So beam me up to the startship scream
Were talking skin, were talking flesh
The kinky souls that makes you fell fresh
Maybe, maybe feel the fun
Sharing vibes just one on one
Sweetheart you have a heart of ice
It might be cold but I can see youre nice
Hardly baby, have I got a chance
Be my baby Im asking you to trance
A: I know what you feeling, Ive been there before
I know what you feeling, boy, youre crying out for more
Kiss me, bliss, me baby, youve nothing left to lose
Kiss me, bliss me baby, put love on the loose
I know what you feeling, Ive been there before
I know what you feeling, boy, youre crying out for more
Kiss me, bliss, me baby, youve nothing left to lose
Kiss me, bliss me baby, put love on the loose
A: nothing left to lose
R: put your dancing shoes on
R yeah!
A: kiss me bliss me baby!
I know what youre feeling
Youre coming back for more
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Homesick for Heaven
Heaven,
A world of wonders
Golden stairs
Pearly gates
Soothing music
Ethereal melodies
Complete bliss
Delight
angels and cherubim
eternal joy and peace
Earth,
Homesick heart
in a perpetual state
Of culture shock
cold winter
humid summer
stressful autumn and
just a short period of spring
Heaven,
I’m now homesick for heaven
It is better than this world’s Eden
heaven,
is my oasis, my real haven
poem by Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
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Gracious In Defeat
There are times when love goes bad
and there is no way
to repair the unrepairable.
You feel that giving is a sign of defeat.
However sometimes
it is far better for all concerned
to live and let go
and become gracious in defeat.
Prolonging the agony no more,
walking away to start a new
and make a new beginning somewhere.
The more you hang on
to something that isn’t there
the more hurt you feel
and the pain is more severe.
Just walk away head held high,
become gracious in defeat
rather than suffer the tears
you would eventually cry.
31 March 2009
poem by David Harris
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