Swansong
Nothing in the shade
of the sun divulges
its fate perched upon
the silver line on the horizon
for every gloaming
its supercilious flames
sank to its dark demise
and in the long furlough
it musters the starshine
so when the wintry moon
waned from her divan
he would shoot a flaming arrow
and shear the canopies eastward
revived with duplicitous hopes
unbeknownst to the tongue
awaiting to quell it again
in a forked and malcontent cycle
poem by Norman Santos
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Arrow For You To Shoot
Shall I give you an arrow to shoot? .
The arrow is ready to shoot forth
Its tip is sharp and shining
And it is sure to pierce through any flesh and bone.
The arrow is made of age old metals hard
Its frame is lean and long
A shaft that knows no bounds...
And it is sure to strike at the object hard.
The arrow is loved by sages and saints
Its value is unquoted in scriptures ever
And it is sure to remain desired by all.
But where is the bow to shoot it from?
You decide... you alone
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Starshine-843748
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starshine light my way into distant lands far and wide starshine light my path the darkest darkness of the blackest night starshine lead me not astray starshine guide me to wonderous places amaze me forever more starshine of greatness goodness starshine of wonder starshine lead me off the broken path of lost loneliness starshine when all other lights fade from existence starshine be the only light that lights my way tonight thru these dark places of misery and sorrow eternal more starshine of the darkest night today tommorow and everyother night sparkle and shine starlight glitter always and forvermore for each and everyother night ill pray to the stars tonight
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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Cupid's Arrow
Shoot an arrow in the air
and where it falls, you know not where.
But shoot that arrow through the heart
and when it strikes love may start,
or twist and turn and soon depart.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Truth Unwanted
I have reached a crossroads
The one path; pursuit of heart
The second path; awaiting the will of fate
The past has proven itself to be at fault
The future yet to be proven
My fate still to be decided
And so the decision over you will be told
Fate itself is written and true in the end
To get there is one's own deciding
Faulty marks thus far had me thinking
To walk a more basic path
Yet now, over you, my heart is choosing it's own path
Fate or not
To be chosen; journeying alone, awaiting fate and hoping
the heavens share a name with thee,
or; ask your hand in mine and walk the thin line between
fate and destiny; to see if my heart only cheats my soul
poem by Sean Quinlan
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Obstinacy and Malcontent
Livid and delusional,
Haplessly obdurate,
Like these smoke and mirrors
Distorting the visage of hope
And faith in prayers sent forth
Whilst the coruscations of the past
Inveigles the doom in these eyes
And I exhumed myself alone
In declining my liberation
This obstinacy and malcontent
Deluges with the brine of blood
From angry vessels rooted
And gnarled in the dark corners
Of the cobwebbed heart
Because in this pawned life
Where satisfaction is a drug
To forget the querulous vertex
(To be complete not only in the dark)
The coup-de-grace was a dejection
An unspoken unfaithfulness
That devoured the flame
And the verdigris of the soul
Disemboguing everything
Until the only resolve for pain
Is the sedation in a greater pain;
A wrath that defends
This obstinacy and malcontent
That was once acknowledged
And fortified with sympathy
The resentment of the light
Dislimned the mirror in these eyes
And exhausted the smoky screen
To unfurl that the dark
Had always been underneath
These placidly asleep canopies
Now how do I rectify my truth?
Like these smoke and mirrors
I hid inside myself, unscathed
Groveling for a final clout
So I can shatter into dusts
And finally disappear
In my absolution.
poem by Norman Santos
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The Bassinet
Amidst the numberless aplomb soughs
Of these gaunt trees' deciduous
And supercilious burlesque show
I don myself with pertinacious
Diffidence to a grin or moue
Clad only with apathy for my bruise
And torment for every woe
The only way I can call truce
I watched the sly sky watchers
Chime the bells of their depleted shells
But stashed their docile tinkers
With the astray echoes in the wells
Daunted to be inflected with slanders
Shrunk within their own hells
A cellar of solitude, a visceral chamber
Where they lock themselves to fiddle
Are we all betrothed to the starless sky?
Or are we one with the dark clouds
Curtaining the firmament in a wry?
Of our adamant vision and silence aloud
Are we chagrined from what we descry
Behind the butterfly paced clouds?
Because the darkness is in great ply
To lust us, their favorite crowd
Shear these turgid canopies
Of your self-incarceration
To find the void serendipity
Wrought by your imposed convictions
And the impassable and ineffable potency
Of the lambent veer in your emancipation
In these bassinet of contained mêlée
We drive our own abolition
poem by Norman Santos
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Snakes
Open the basket
Listen to the flute play
Open the basket
Listen to the flute play
Toot toot toot toot play
Snakes in the basket
Lie to lead you astray
Snakes in the basket
Force to make you betray
Your innermost truths hid away
Falling down to the underground
As you slither down to your lair
Hidden in the many trenches of a hopeless war
Those who were sold out by a corporate board
Carry the casket
Never mind the gun spray
Bury the casket
Pawns in someones gameplay
Shoot shoot shoot shoot obey
Subscription to the spreading of lies
Soldier catches a glimpse of his demise
Deep down inside even he knows
Snakes come in many shapes and sizes
Snakes have no hands to be tied
Concoction of malicious lies
Deep inside the general despises
Himself... listen to the flute play
Another reptile in line
Snakes without grass cannot hide
Falling down to the underground
As you slither down to your lair
Forked tongues spread the poison with a toxic sting
So much pain their serpentine inhibitions bring
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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Nothing Ever Fills
The sheets made of needle
That he used to dab off
A faucet of an ocean
And scarred the marred
Face of pallid darkness
Never unruffled to wake
In the noontime rain
Consuming January eight
And beneath the frothing
Waves of the supercilious
Blathering of the air
Quartz tongue scintillated
Ready to be washed ashore
In a malign gambling
That divulges a sleazy scene
Of undraping fabrics,
Caressing flesh,
And licking wounds
With salted tongues
But the taste of verdigris
Excoriated an aposiopesis
Of infelicity
And the January air
Grew thinner,
And the rain
Pummeled harder
With the zephyr
Chanting the veracity
Of mendaciloquence
That nothing
Ever fills.
poem by Norman Santos
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A Bursting Of Ideas, Tired Eyes, But Alert Fingers On The Keyboard....
my eyes
are into sunsets
hiding behind
the vales,
my spirit burns
itself
into a huge
campfire
my mouth shuts like
a dam
of a big river
my tongue wants to
be free like
a bird
my fingers do
the circus
a trapeze a
mono cycle
monologue
blindly they shoot
the knives
to that confident
lady
her back against
the wall
her face like a
half-moon
smiling.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Alankar(Decor) -95
Cruising For The Lost Moon(Terza Rima)
The Terza Rima is-
narrative and/or lyrical poetry.
usually in iambic pentameter or in tetrameter.
stanzaic, with any number of tercets that interlock by rhyme.
The poem is concluded by a single final line that rhymes
with the 2nd line of the preceding tercet.
rhymed in an interlocking rhyme scheme aba bcb cdc ded...
until the conclusion when the end line rhymes
with the 2nd line of the last tercet.
Cruising For The Lost Moon(Terza Rima)
That day dawned on a dark spread sea deadly
The moon was lost, he was bewildered much
Frenzied atonce he cruised advertently
Submarined in twirls of strong currents'clutch
Strived and strived, he could not spot his dear moon
Manic he grew up and down tried too much
That day was dark spread sea without the moon
Thickets of sky were clashing and pouring
Love failed, hopes let down, gone mad he so soon
Yet ashore later Luna came smiling
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Moonlight Moth
When moonlight lit
Moth's light wings
It shone bit by bit
In deep silver strings
At moth's demise
Many moon lit swings
In well come improvise
It inverted things
It turned to grit
Silver wind disguise
And made moon a twilit
In its shining arise
poem by Pedro Cescon
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Line Of Fire
It was a hot and steamy night,
Then frankie pulled his gun in sight.
He said, now suzi, dont you lie.
Did stevey, did he catch you with another guy?
Standing in the line of fire its gonna shoot ya.
Standing in the line of fire its comin to ya,
Its goin through ya.
He told her that he had been true,
And that hed never made her blue, no.
So dont go sayin steveys a liar,
Girl, Ive got my finder on a hair-trigger wire.
Standing in the line of fire its gonna shoot ya.
Standing in the line of fire its comin to ya,
Its goin through ya.
Bye, bye, bye, suzi.
So long girl.
Those gunshots echoed through the town.
Oh frankie threw his shotgun down.
That roof had moonlight shinin through.
She said shed never, never, never, make him blue, yea.
Standing in the line of fire its gonna shoot ya.
Standing in the line of fire its comin to ya,
Standing in the line of fire its gonna shoot ya.
Its goin through ya.
Bye, bye, bye, suzi.
So long.
song performed by by Journey
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Shot Down In Flames
(yow! one, two)
Out on the town, looking for a woman
Gonna give me good love
Anybody want to hang out with me?
And maybe burn me up?
She was standing alone over by the jukebox
Like shes something to sell
I said, baby whats the going price?
She told me to go to hell
Chorus:
Shot down in flames
Shot down in flames
Aint it a shame
To be shot down in flames
Singles bar, got my eye on a honey
Hanging out everywhere
She might be straight
She minds on her money [she might [want my | got no | run for] money](? )
I really dont care, no
Said, baby, youre driving me crazy
Layed it out on the line.
When a guy with a chip on his shoulder said
Toss off buddy shes mine
Oh!
Chorus
Hey you angus, shoot me, shoot
Thats nice, wow! uh! oh! oh! wooooh!
Chorus
Oh
Shot
Chorus
I dont want to be in pain
Dont want to be shot down in flames
Ohhh
song performed by by AC-DC
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The fate line of India
Poverty is the fate line of India.
It runs all along from the Cape Comarine
Through Deccan Plateau and the Ganges Plain
Till Kashmir valleys and the Himalayas.
So fertile has been this fate line for long,
It has been the base for the Lord Buddha, Mahavir and Sankara to take births.
By this, M.K. Gandhi turned Mahatma.
Rulers would surrender the border line
But not the fate line, which is their life line.
The kingpins aided by the world outside,
Repair it and maintain it and use it.
Poverty is the fate line of India.
It has been the pet of the invaders,
Rulers, religions and the immigrants.
It must be there to make many sages.
06.03.2012
[In palm history, fate line determines the destiny of the individual]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Star To Come Down
Someone pulled the Stars down last night
wrapped up the Moon in bubble-wrap,
Night itself was eclipsed
horizon to horizon.
The Silver Stars settled in your eyes;
the Moon in your hair;
and Night became ours.
That day was expunged from calendars;
Orion's Belt snapped;
Andromeda strained and parted,
pouring down smiles
into the fading Dark.
It's You.
That's How Much.
I have put away
Similes and Metaphors
these bow to
The Verisimilitudes.
No more smiles to invent
after yours.
All broken hearts mended now.
It's You.
That's How Much.
Time too
is suspended.
I have rolled up
my Heart-Break Carpet
and put it away.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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She Reaps What She sows
Demise lies
As she dies within my eyes
Demise waits
Waits for her fate
The fate reaches its line
We'll all hear its cry
And we'll all know its crime
We all see its her time
But I wanna see her fight
And I wanna see her fright
And I wanna see her struggle
With all the pain and trouble
I wanna see her cry
With those eyes
Full of all her lies
And as she dies
I wanna know she went through
What she put you through
And I want her to know
That she went past low
And that she reaps what she sows
poem by Emily Allmendinger
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Coco
A little white fluffball
so tiny, yet yappy
runs like a deer
forever seems happy
sings with excitement
to my harmonica
in tune
deep beneath
the spring harvest moon
the shear beauty of a puppy
to enlighten youthful eyes
an animal haters nightmare
much to their demise
poem by Matt Mondschein
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The Fuse
Down at the court house theyre ringin the flag down
Long black line of cars snakin slow through town
Red sheets snappin on the line
With this ring will you be mine
The fuse is burning
(shut out the lights)
The fuse is burning
(come on let me do you right)
Trees on fire with the first falls frost
Long black line in front of holy cross
Blood moon risin in a sky of black dust
Tell me baby who do you trust?
The fuse is burning
(shut out the lights)
The fuse is burning
(come on let me do you right)
Tires on the highway hissin somethings coming
You can feel the wires in the tree tops bummin
Devils on the horizon line
Your kiss and Im alive
A quiet afternoon, an empty house
On the edge of your bed you slip off your blouse
The room is burning with the noon sun
Your bittersweet taste on my tongue
The fuse is burning
(shut out the lights)
The fuse is burning
(come on let me do you right)
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Eclipse
Looking like a divine sign
of Godly serenity
the shadow falling over me,
falling further and further
were turning the moon
copper red,
darkening the sky,
making stars visible near to it.
Dark goes the earth
as far as my eyes can see
while the moon hides the sun
turning black
in a full eclipse
and the sun’s photosphere
hangs in a blue white hue
around it.
It was almost as if God Himself
was holding His hand
and now making an arc
to shield the earth
from a flaming star.
What great events
was now awaiting humanity
in a world, torn by wars,
suffering and human misery?
poem by Gert Strydom
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Shake It
I feel like a sail-boat
Adrift on the sea
Its a brand new day
So when you gonna phone me
I could take you to heaven
I could spin you to hell
But Ill take you to new york
Its the place that I know well
Sitting on a flagstone talking to a faceless girl
And I wondering what to say but my eyes do the talking so well
Duck and I sway - whats my line
Shoot at a full moon - whats my line
So whats my line - shake it baby
Cause love is the answer
Loves talking to me
Id scream and Ill fight for you
Youre better than money
Were the kind of people who can shake it if were feeling blue
When Im feeling disconnected well I sure know what to do
Shake it baby
Ah shake it shake it
I duck and I sway - whats my line
I shoot at a full moon - whats my line
So whats my line - shake it shake it baby
Shake shake it
Shake it baby
Shake shake it
Shake it baby
Shake it shake it
song performed by by David Bowie
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