Saddest Photographs IV: Hazy Shutter
I can picture you
Sleeping like a pensive flower
Juxtaposed the driver's seat
Caught by the crow feet of my periphery
Your bosom undulating in synergy
Of the thumping of your heart
And my own was compelled
To dance in your euphonious rhythm
Whilst I avert disasters on the road
And the engine silently revved
As we grow closer and closer
To our shabby little apartment:
The canopy of our ambitions
That you have ornamented
With an eternal sunrise scene
And smothering balmy scent
That makes me rise and go to bed
The asphalt bickers with the tire
And friction tinkers with the keys
You are still buoyed in a slumber
My brows reached to align
Stirred by an apprehensive drive
poem by Norman Santos
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With A Wish To Repay The Betrayer
It's something to be thumbed up,
With a dump done.
Heart thumping with a lumping.
Heart thumping with a lumping.
It hard to overcome,
A shunning that stuns.
Heart thumping with a lumping.
Heart thumping with a lumping.
With a wish to repay the betrayer!
Gritting teeth with a bit of anger in it.
And a wish to repay the betrayer.
Leaving lips bitten with no anger of it hidden.
And a wish to repay the betrayer.
Feeling overheated with paypack needed.
With a wish to repay the betrayer.
Emotions come with nowhere to run.
With a wish to repay the betrayer.
Oh...my, my!
Heart thumping with a lumping.
Heart thumping with a lumping.
With a wish to repay the betrayer.
It's something to be thumbed up,
With a dump done.
Heart thumping with a lumping.
Heart thumping with a lumping.
With a wish to repay the betrayer.
With a wish to repay the betrayer.
Oh...my, my!
Heart thumping with a lumping.
Heart thumping with a lumping.
With a wish to repay the betrayer.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You cannot expect the guy who drove the car into the ditch to navigate it out of the ditch. You have to put a new driver in the seat. I'm not saying the new driver is going to be any better, but we need a new driver. Kerry is the only choice.
quote by John Mellencamp
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Mr. Cab Driver
Mr Cab Driver won't you stop to let me in
Mr Cab Driver don't like my kind of skin
Mr Cab Driver you're never gonna win
Mr Cab Driver won't you stop to pick me up
Mr Cab Driver I might need some help
Mr Cab Driver only thinks about himself
Here we go
Mr Cab Driver
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz from Let Love Rule
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Death Alley Driver
Rough and ready rider
In a supersonic sound machine
Rock and roll survivor
Chrome pipes between your knees
Running all the red lites
Your gonna make a dead stop
But you just cant see the signs
Oh - youll never win the race
But you cant give up the chase
Death alley driver
Living at high speed
Death alley driver...yeah
Death alley driver...who knows what you need
Death alley driver...
One hundred twenty five smokin on the turns
Always on the hit and run
But you never learn...
Running from the man... and youre running
From yourself
Another dirty angel heading straight to hell
Oh - youll never win the race
But you wont give up the chase
Death alley driver...
Live in overdrive...death alley driver...yeah
Death alley driver...ride to stay alive
Death alley driver...
Lets go
Red lights in the mirror
Danger on the band
Got to take a detour cause a road blocks up ahead
He takes you on the corner with a wave of his hand
Death is in the back seat of a big old black sedan
Oh - youll never win the race...
As you turn and see his face...
Death alley driver...
Movin for the kill
Death alley driver...yeah
Death alley driver...
Time is standing still...
Death alley driver...
Always on the run cause youre a...
Death alley driver
Love the way it feels
Death alley driver...yeah
Death alley driver
Hell on wheels...
Death alley driver... ooh -
song performed by by Rainbow
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The Crow and The Butterfly
Ever wonder why the Crow chases the Butterfly?
Have you ever heard the Crow let out it's cry?
I think I found out why...
It's quite the interesting story, I had to pry..
The Butterfly's beauty, the Crow's will never match.
The Crow's life is nothing compared the the Butterfly's since it's first hatch.
If you are good enough to get a Butterfly, that is quite a catch.
Get a Crow somehow and it gets thrown right back out to the patch.
The Crow has had it so much easier than the Butterfly.
Straight jealousy from the Crow because they have to share the sky.
The Butterfly's flight is reason to stare, the Crow's just reason to cry.
Everyone stops to get a glance of a Buttflies, a few Crows and people pass by.
So if you ever hear a Crow cry,
Or see a Butterfly being chased by a Crow,
Just think how bad that Crow wants to be a Butterfly.....
poem by Joe Gosart
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Return running back
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Destiny” in the most enchantingly celestial of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this boundless Universe; only to the periphery of the rustically bohemian palms,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Smile” in the most spell bindingly opulent of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this fathomless Universe; only to the peripher of the altruistically compassionate lips,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Empathy” in the most beautifully unassailable of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this limitless Universe; only to the periphery of the synergistically twinkling eye,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Hunger” in the most magically untainted of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this colossal Universe; only to the periphery of the tirelessly impoverished stomach,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Truth” in the most jubilantly mesmerizing of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this gigantic Universe; only to the periphery of the synergistically burgeoning conscience,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Fantasy” in the most victoriously unfettered of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this interminable Universe; only to the periphery of the uninhibitedly gifted brain,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Humanity” in the most astoundingly sparkling of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unceasing Universe; only to the periphery of the symbiotically enchanting veins,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Strength” in the most fantastically emollient of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this endless Universe; only to the periphery of the blessedly venerated soul,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Perseverance” in the most fabulously scintillating of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this insuperable Universe; only to the periphery of the righteously perspiring armpits,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Adventure” in the most enthrallingly undying of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this poignant Universe; only to the periphery of the nimbly dancing feet,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Optimism” in the most indisputably pristine paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this Herculean Universe; only to the periphery of the fearlessly advancing stride,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Ecstasy” in the most gloriously bewitching of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unlimited Universe; only to the periphery of the intricately nubile skin,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Melody” in the most amazingly glistening of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unsurpassable Universe; only to the periphery of the wonderfully vivacious throat,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Artistry” in the most resplendently enigmatic of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unbridled Universe; only to the periphery of the magnetically embellished fingers,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Sensitivity” in the most adorably effervescent of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this ebullient Universe; only to the periphery of the bounteously unimpeachable ears,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Mystery” in the most vibrantly virile of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unbelievable Universe; only to the periphery of the tranquilly ameliorating shadow,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Sensuality” in the most iridescently redolent of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this interminable Universe; only to the periphery of the eternally fiery nostrils,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Humility” in the most ubiquitously proliferating of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this impregnable Universe; only to the periphery of the harmoniously obeisant neck,
And try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Love” in the most incredulously bedazzling of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this magical Universe; only to the periphery of the immortally throbbing heart….
poem by Nikhil Parekh
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Siberian Tiger
Nicole, when you were still with me,
I did a picture of a Siberian tiger,
Underneath the picture,
I put your name.
The picture now reminds me of you.
Every time I look at that picture,
I start to cry over you,
I miss you.
I still wonder why stuff went wrong,
What I did to cause it.
You should be here,
But you’re not.
I blame myself for all kinds of things,
Not eating like I should have,
Sleeping too little,
Not listening.
In my heart is the picture I made,
See the white tiger,
So young, pure
It’s you.
My little tiger cub in heaven with God,
Angels are watching over you,
Someday I’ll be with you,
I promise, baby.
Love ya,
Mama
poem by Vanessa Kurtz
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Romance Point [2]
ROMANCE POINT [2]
esspeecee. …11.10.08.
Lending from
Setting sun,
The red-
To color your feet. …. [1]
Staring at stars
For luxe lux,
To illuminate
Your feet…..[2]
Asking the sky
To drip
Gentle dew drops,
To sodden-
Your feet.... [3]
Whispering to flower
To air the fragrance,
To en-fragrant-
Your feet.... [4]
Put ankle bangle
To hear,
Tinkling euphony-
Of your fugitive feet.... [5]
Oh,
Sparkling diamond,
As ring
Decorate,
Your tapering toes
I want to.... [6]
Lay down
My heart,
To be in synchrony
With your wavy stepping.... [7]
Will:
Dab my quivering ‘lip-marks’,
Utmostly embrace,
Bosom in the aroma,
Of your:
Intolerably soft feet
‘tis my-
Romance Point.... [8]
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poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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Sleeping In My Car
Ill tell you what Ive done / Ill tell you what Ill do / been driving all nite just to get close to you / baby babe - Im moving so fast / youd better come on.
The moon is alright / the freeways heading south / my hard is going boom! / theres a strange taste in my mouth / baby babe - Im moving real fast / so try to hold on / try to hold on!
Sleeping in my car - I will undress you / sleeping in my car - I will caress you / staying in the back seat of my car making up.
So come out tonight / Ill take you for a ride / this steamy ol wagon / the radio is getting wild / baby babe - were moving so fast / I try to hang on / try to hang on!
Sleeping in my car - I will undress you / sleeping in my car - I will caress you / staying in the back seat of my car making love, oh yea!
Sleeping in my car - I will possess you / sleeping in my car - certainly bless you / laying in the back seat of my car making up.
The night is so pretty and so young / the night is so pretty and so young / so very young...
Sleeping in my car - I will undress you / sleeping in my car - I will caress you / staying in the back seat of my car making love to you.
Sleeping in my car - I will possess you / sleeping in my car - certainly bless you / laying in the back seat of my car making up.
I will undress you / I will undress you.
The night is so pretty and so young.
song performed by by Roxette
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Broken Rhythm
A fat crow drops onto
The very tip of the top
Branch of a barren tree.
It sways with the branch
As if riding the hand
Of a metronome.
We're swept up in
The rhythm, the crow
The tree and me.
Then a hard gust
From the east
Or west and
The tree becomes a bull,
The crow a bullrider and
I'm on the edge of my seat
Waiting for something bad
To happen.
poem by Francis Santaquilani
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Blossom of Life
SO now she lies silent and sweet
With white flowers at her head and feet,
And she, the fairest flower, between.
The bud that with her bosom's swell
In dear delight once rose and fell
Now wafts her all it has to tell,
And wonders why she sleeps serene.
And yet in life how small a part,
With pretty face and petty heart,
She played! And in that form so fair
There never dwelt a deep desire,
Her bosom never thrilled a-fire:
She loved too lightly e'en to tire—
And all my heart was meant for her.
Was there a soul within those eyes
That seemed to speak my dear surmise,
That with no tears were ever wet?
Through life she laughed her careless way,
She knew not sorrow or dismay—
And I have sorrowed day by day,
While those pale lips are smiling yet!
And so she lies on her small bed,
With white flowers at her feet and head,
And she, the fairest flower between!
In life how false the little rôle —
The peerless face, the paltry soul!
But she is perfect now—the whole
Pale blossom of the Might-Have-Been.
poem by Arthur Henry Adams
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Road Kill
Caught in the glare of bright headlights,
a raccoon is struck and killed. For good
measure other cars come along and run
over the carcass, ‘til it’s wickedly flung to
the road shoulder.
Did the driver of the speeding car stop to
say a prayer for the dead creature?
Or did he just keep driving, not giving
the incident a second thought?
Come morning a crow visits the oozing carcass.
She plucks out an eye and swallows it whole,
There’s no empathy or remorse for this grisly act.
Nothing more than a crow’s full stomach that
guarantees more full stomachs back at her nest.
Somewhere in the Middle East…
A young soldier presses a red button that launches
a deadly missile toward a distant target. Like the crow,
do you think he feels empathy or remorse for his road kill?
Is this act of violence nothing more than a human animal,
trained to obey and kill?
Which of these acts of violence is the greater sin?
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Energy
Omnipresent is energy,
The whole of cosmos infinitely,
All pervasive is energy,
Even in a blade of grass subtly.
It has a thumping ware,
In the surrounding air;
It has a smug seat,
Even in the latent heat.
It has a space,
‘Midst the water's pace;
It surely exists,
In electricity's precincts.
It is certainly present,
In chemicals nascent;
It is in abundance,
In light's radiance.
It is in mechanization,
Of to-day's modernization;
It is now the resultant,
Of nucleus' bombardment.
When stored ‘tis potential energy,
When dynamic 'tis kinetic energy;
From one form or the other,
Energy can be transformed thither.
It can neither be created,
Nor can it be eradicated;
Energy has existed always,
In one form or the other ways.
Mankind has harnessed energy,
Depleting Earth of it's bounty;
Unbridled use of this holding,
Is depriving our progeny's belonging.
Let this energy song,
Loudly strike a gong;
For us to conserve energy,
And preserve it with synergy.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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My Canadian Chronicles 16
The tower stood majestic
against the evening sky.
The idea was to go up to the top
and take some photos of the views
that stretched over Calgary.
The plan was OK;
however, the tower had a platform
with a glass floor you could stand on
and look over 500 feet down at the street below.
Everyone said take a picture over there.
Like the fool I am I looked down
and grabbed the nearest post with white knuckles
as I stepped out on the glass.
I moved slowly forwards,
completely mortified.
Looking down I snapped the photo
of my feet on the glass and the street below.
I got off quicker than I got on,
my knees knocking, heart thumping.
It was so disconcerting
just standing on glass and looking down.
It took me a half an hour to gather my composure.
Now ask me if I would do it again
after the initial shock has left my mind.
The answer would be a resounding,
YES!
12 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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Old Jim Crow
Ron vander groef, jackie alper, nina simone
Old jim crow
Where you been baby
Down mississippi and back again
Old jim crow dont you know
Its all over now
Old jim crow
Whats wrong with you
It aint your name
Its the things you do
Old jim crow dont you know
Its all over now
Old jim crow
Youve been around too long
Gotta work the devil
til your dead and gone
Old jim crow
Yes, dont you know
Its all over now
Its all over now
Old jim crow
You know its true
When you hurt my brother
You hurt me too
Old jim crow dont you know
Its all over now
Old jim crow
I thought I had you beat
Now I see you walkin
And talkin up and down my street
Old jim crow dont you know
Its all over now
Old jim crow
Youve been around too long
Gotta work the devil
til your dead and gone
Old jim crow dont you know
Its all over
All over
Oh lord, its all over
All over
Its all over
Its all over
Its all over now.
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Crows Words
Crow and
Crow...
On the tree...
Speak one crow
With another crow
'Kaa kaa kaaaa'
Another crow
Also...
'Kaa kaa kaaaa'
Speaking
This is crow words
You i did not
Understand ok...O...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The Flaw
I remembered last night.
I told the child
that that was not blood
on our friend's body,
only red flower petals
all wet from the rains,
and to be quiet,
or we would wake him up
and ruin the special dreams
that come from sleeping
under red flower petals.
There is a flaw in the face of man
called war
that begs the question:
does the memory of the dead
hold up the living?
Perhaps sleeping
under red flower petals
will cause me to forget about it.
poem by Rebekah Gamble
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Mistake of Fact!
Crow! Crow!
Male crow! Female crow!
Love each other,
Wife and husband;
Wife crow lays eggs,
All are white!
Husband crow suspects
Loyalty and fidelity;
Ignorant husband,
Innocent wife,
Wife crow shows
other nests;
Trust assured
Sorry sorry,
Mistake of Fact, Forget it,
We love for ever!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Fashion boosts passion
Fashion is a synergy
Between makers and wearers.
Fashion is a synergy
Between wearers and viewers.
Women are fast changing fashions;
Men give them encouragement.
Woman nourishing and man enriching,
Both are growing in ecstasy.
21.07.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The snare
To the request put forth
By the fox to the crow
That if he could sing a song,
The crow, with the cake
In his beak must say yes or no.
Either way, the cake was at stake.
Either way he was sore,
Having been caught in the snare
5.10.2000
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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