Run
Centipede legs raved
Burning from the soles
Famished to run away
From the seeking sun
But the roads slithered
The maps are all gone
There's nowhere to run
poem by Norman Santos
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Centipede
No need to stay stuck on bended knees,
Get up from that hole and move with speed.
Like you've got the legs of a centipede.
Feel that wind outside your cocoon,
Crooning with a hope you will join it soon.
To fly in the sky like a Butterfly high.
And all you have to do is give it a try.
See those leaves budding on that tree,
Blossoming with giggles as they dance in the breeze.
And that grass below your feet,
Wishing you would move them so they can breathe.
Feel that wind outside your cocoon,
Crooning with a hope you will join it soon.
To fly in the sky like a Butterfly high.
And all you have to do is give it a try.
Get up from that hole and move with speed.
Like you've got the legs of a centipede.
Get up from that hole and move with speed.
Like you've got the legs of a centipede.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The organizational architecture is really that a centipede walks on hundred legs and one or two don't count. So if I lose one or two legs, the process will go on, the organization will go on, the growth will go on.
quote by Mukesh Ambani
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Knowing Oneself Per Conversation With Candice
to know oneself is not to follow roads
we make the roads ourselves
there are no patterns
no maps
no destinations even
it is just you doing the cutting of the grasses
removing the rocks
sighting something faraway
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Maps & Legends
Hes not to be reached, hes to be reached.
Hes not to be reached, hes to be reached.
Called the fool and the company,
On his own where hed rather be.
Where he ought to be, he sees what you cant see,
Cant you see that?
Maybe hes caught in the legend,
Maybe hes caught in the mood.
Maybe these maps and legends
Have been misunderstood.
Down the way the roads divided,
Paint me the places you have seen.
Those who know what I dont know
Refer to the yellow, red and green
Maybe hes caught in the legend,
Maybe hes caught in the mood.
Maybe these maps and legends
Have been misunderstood.
Hes not to be reached, hes to be reached. (4 times)
The map that you painted didnt seem real.
He just sings whatever hes seen
Point to the legend, point to the east,
Point to the yellow, red and green
Maybe hes caught in the legend,
Maybe hes caught in the mood.
Maybe these maps and legends
Have been misunderstood, been misunderstood.
(maps and legends)
(maps and legends) is he to be reached?
Hes not to be reached.
(maps and legends) is he to be reached?
Hes not to be reached.
(maps and legends) is he to be reached?
Hes not to be reached anymore.
song performed by by REM
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Spider Web
I meander in ponderous roads
with my tarantula feet -
a forthrightly crowd
that these silver ribbons
sang like violins
with melancholic notes
descanting oblivion
Because the roads
slithered perfidiously
into a coiled writhing circle
but no one recognizes
the superfluous threats
imposed by blitheness
The lambent steps
ruptured from a lambaste
ricocheting to rue
until the terse sound
dissected its own echoes
and the circle is nothing
but a nebulous limbo.
poem by Norman Santos
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Diamonds On The Soles Of Her Shoes
(a-wa) o kodwa u zo-nge li-sa namhlange
(a-wa a-wa) si-bona kwenze ka kanjani
(a-wa a-wa) amanto mbazane ayeza
Shes a rich girl
She dont try to hide it
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Hes a poor boy
Empty as a pocket
Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose
Sing ta na na
Ta na na na
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
People say shes crazy
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Well thats one way to lose these
Walking blues
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She was physically forgotten
Then she slipped into my pocket
With my car keys
She said youve taken me for granted
Because I please you
Wearing these diamonds
And I could say oo oo oo
As if everybody knows
What Im talking about
As if everybody would know
Exactly what I was talking about
Talking about diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She makes the sign of a teaspoon
He makes the sign of a wave
The poor boy changes clothes
And puts on after-shave
To compensate for his ordinary shoes
And she said honey take me dancing
But they ended up by sleeping
In a doorway
By the bodegas and the lights on
Upper broadway
Wearing diamonds on the soles of their shoes
And I could say oo oo oo
As if everybody here would know
What I was talking about
I mean everybody here would know exactly
What I was talking about
Talking about diamonds
People say Im crazy
I got diamonds on the soles of my shoes
Well thats one way to lose
These walking blues
Diamonds on the soles of your shoes
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Reading The Poems Of Other People
honestly i should be flattered
why you keep on
following every poem
that i have written
i know how hard it is since
there are thousands and
thousands
of these
posts,
i know what you think
that poems are maps
towards
who i am really
roads that lead to a
city
a rainbow that gives
the myth
that at the end of it
is the
pot of gold
you really flatter me
but what if these are not
maps
or there is no rainbow
of there is no
pot of gold?
what if we have the same
thinking
that there is really no
self
no city
no map
what if there are only
whims
or there is only shame
or death
what if
these are just footsteps
of a lost man
and at the end there
is only a cliff
where the man jumped
and killed
himself
it could be
so horrible
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Burning Man
The rise and fall of my sloppy love
The smatterings, and splatterings
Theyll get you
Im not the one you were thinking of
Maybe you thought Id call
Instead of crashing down your hall
Hold me down, I wanna find out
You know you will never get what you need
Blue diamond strike em anywhere
First we caffeinate then incinerate
Well get you
And sparks will fly in the summer air
Did you pull out of your stall
Maybe Ill see you after all
Hold me down, I wanna find out
We say no, cause I live my life like a burning man
Like a burning man, a burning man
Like a burning man
And I wont get enough until my legs are broken
The stars they shine in an empty void
Life is not to fear, life is to enjoy
Hell get you
Oh, mr. death catches all someday
Baby I thought youd call
Or leave a light on in the hall
Hold me down but Ill find out
We say no, cause I live my life like a burning man
Like a burning man, a burning man
Like a burning man
Hold me down, I wanna find out
We say no, cause I live my life like a burning man
Like a burning man, a burning man
Like a burning man
And I wont get enough, until my legs are broken
song performed by by Third Eye Blind
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Souls and Holes
Value some their souls whole
And wear with pride soles with holes,
Others pierce their souls with holes
And flaunt their fancy soles whole.
Blessed those with souls whole
Wearing with pride soles whole,
Lucky those with holes in souls
Suffering bites of holes in soles.
poem by Vinod Sharma
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The success of a man is through the soles of his feet, that of a woman is from her legs.
Bare Feet for Thad
A centipede does not wear shoes.
If they were offered he’d refuse.
Say he’s afraid they’d hurt his toes
and he knows best I must suppose.
Although I do suspect that he
makes excuses Cos he’s lazy.
He’d have to tie a hundred bows
which I think would drive him crazy.
If I was forced to go barefoot
I am quite sure it would not suit.
For shoes are something which I need
but then I’m not a centipede.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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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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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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That Feeling Of Numbness
numbness crawls like centipede
on the side of my legs
something hollow keeps it inside
an existential question forms itself
on the womb of my being
insecurity is fertilized
the oblong gets sustenance
fingers touch the sacred place
my crotch
i sow the seed of desire
it grows
and hardens and i thank God
I am still alive.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The famished road
Do not travel on
The famished road my lord
I speak in consideration
Of my children's hungry stomachs
And I want my salary intact
At the end of the month
Do not travel on
The famished road unless you
want to endanger your life
Deliberately my lord
Across the famished famine
threatened road they have
Unleashed the hordes of the poor
And they have left their hovels
It is so bleak and bare outside Sire
You see the skeletons of the hungry
And the famished and they come
Straight to you it is as if all
The devils have left hell and come
To earth to punish you for acting
Mean and selfish while the rest
Of your fellow humans starve
In a world of obscene plenty
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Maps And Legends
He's not to be reached he's to be reached.
He's not to be reached he's to be reached.
Called the fool and the company
On his own where he'd rather be.
Where he ought to be he sees what you can't see can't you see that?
Maybe he's caught in the legend
maybe he's caught in the mood.
Maybe these maps and legends
have been misunderstood.
Down the way the road's divided
Paint me the places you have seen.
Those who know what I don't know
refer to the yellow, red and green
Maybe he's caught in the legend,
maybe he's caught in the mood.
Maybe these maps and legends
have been misunderstood.
He's not to be reached, he's to be reached. (4 times)
The map that you painted didn't seem real.
He just sings whatever he's seen
Point to the legend, point to the east,
Point to the yellow, red and green
Maybe he's caught in the legend,
maybe he's caught in the mood.
Maybe these maps and legends
have been misunderstood, been misunderstood. (Maps and legends)
(Maps and legends) Is he to be reached? He's not to be reached.
(Maps and legends) Is he to be reached? He's not to be reached.
(Maps and legends) Is he to be reached? He's not to be reached anymore
song performed by by REM
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Burning The Boats
The government have announced
That london bridge is to be closed
Under the full moon of may the third
All the light houses and seaside roads
No I never heard I never read in the news
Come on tell me, whos this for ?
Lighting the questions and
Burning the boats one by one
Burning the boats one by one by
Tap, tap, tap, birds that sing,
Telephone calls that do not ring,
One, two, three, whats the time ?
Whos that hanging off my line ?
I know that nothing lasts for ever
And Im just waiting for the sun to set
Blowing dust from my loud hailer, on the roof.
Come on tell me, whos this for ?
Lighting the questions and
Burning the boats one by one
Burning the boats one by one
Burning the boats one by one by
The ministry of co-operation
Are washed and hanging on the line
Theres a million burning questions
To set the thames alight
Now Ive joined an exclusive club
Just by being more than poor
I saw the deputy chairman, on the floor.
Come on tell me, whos this for ?
Lighting the questions and
Burning the boats one by one
Burning the boats one by one
Burning the boats one by one by
Burning the boats one by one
Burning the boats.
song performed by by Madness
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Poem about Poetry - Images
the only person who
cares to speak to us
only in images is Divinity
the dazzling sun he
is paying the respect
to each new day
with an illuminatioin
that can lift our spirit up
eyes, he is saying
how unique you are
a creature moulded
and beholden unto you
and unto you only
all the creatures
on land, in the sky, in the sea
he is saying there are
so many ways an idea
can be shaped
for the eyes as well
as for the senses
and the legs, he is saying
there are so many ways
you can run, walk tall
a centipede, a milipede
a snail, a fly, a turtle
four legs, six legs, two legs
a hundred legs, just to
go where you want to be
even the teeth,
there are so many
ways to feel the bite, the pain
the canines, the molars,
incisors, premolars
there are so many ways
you can chew the world up
into pieces, into a paste
and the universes
there are so many ways
you can make things shine
by themselves, by reflection
by refraction, by the water,
by the mist, by the rain
by the diamonds, by
the fireflies, your eyes
and time, there are so
many ways you can have
it measured, let it exist
by the speed of thoughts,
by the speed of the train, rocket
the needles of the clock
a vacuum, a sphere, a cube,
a square, a triangle,
a pyramid, stasis,
buddha's nirvana
a crossworld of images
Divinity talks in all subtleties
in the light a rainbow hides
in the mirage a city not so far away
and in the man, that compass
which will only lead to him
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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No life map
Road maps are there.
Paths can be chosen
No maps are for life.
Time reveals the path.
23.05.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Smoking
Burning desires,
Burning face,
Burning eyes,
Burning lungs,
Burning heart,
Burning existence,
Burning world,
Everything is burning and burning.
Fire can never soothe a burning mind,
It will burn more and more
And reduce to ashes
Thy wishes,
Thy ambitions,
Thy vivacity,
And even thy life
Thy ruin is imminent.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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