New Beginning But Old Deletion
Dead leaves afraid of touching new things
Noby knows but butteries know
Flat pretentious siplomats of the the in paper fire glued with powered
dirts
Innovative fakes out of social diets on the table of tommorrow
Are you one of them?
Song of butterflies into the cave of deconstruction
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High Powered Love
(tony joe white)
Ive been running low on inspiration
Tired of the physical intrigue
Theres nothing left to imagination
Living in a world that treats love so carelessly
Dont want no smooth talkin lover
I cant play the role
It just leaves me cold
I need a high powered love
I wanna feel that lightning streak
High powered love
Got to be down in the heart with me
Sometimes its hard to keep believing
Too many pretty faces all skin deep
Now is there anyone left with teeth just a little uneven
And wont spend more time a mirror than he does with me
If youre looking for a good time
A notch on your gun
I aint the one
I want a high powered love
Got to have intensity
High powered love
Dont start the fire if you cant take the heat
I cant turn back Im on a mission
I know theres someone out there for me
I need a high powered love
One thatll defy gravity
High powered love
Got to be strong and keep on lifting me
Yeah I need a high powered love
I wanna feel the lightning streak
High powered love
Got to be down in the heart with me
Got to be down in the heart with me
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Oh see, first off you gotta realize - everything for me is a reconstruction or deconstruction. I would actually say deconstruction. Mission: Impossible would be the exception. That would be a reconstruction- deconstruction.
quote by Danny Elfman
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Cryptic Lipstick
Some poems are simplistic
They don't wear cryptic
lipstick
They never try to force it
If the words don't fit their corset
They may don a facade
But they never try too hard!
They're not as flat as pancakes
They are natural and are not fakes
Some work it trips and crashes
If it's wearing false eyelashes
'up do's ' can look pretentious
Wear it messy, be adventurous
It would lose all of its passion
If poems followed fashion
Whether free flow, prose or rhyme
Wear it your way, it's looks fine
poem by Stevie Taite
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Butterflies For Breakfast? (Life Poem)
Butterflies before you sit the final exam,
Butterflies before you go for a job interview,
Butterflies before you ask her out on a date,
Butterflies before you kiss her for the first time,
Butterflies before you propose two will be one,
Butterflies before you meet her family,
Butterflies before you see her all in white,
Butterflies before you make that big speech,
Butterflies before you see that your baby is OK,
Butterflies before you get news from the doctor,
Butterflies before you lose your job again,
Butterflies before you face any little crisis,
But -
No butterflies for breakfast.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Paper And Pen
Paper and pen
Trying to write a song again
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
Trying to write a song again
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
Can’t think of anything to say today
Can’t think of anything to do
Can’t think of anything to play today
Minds gone blank
Leaving me here, just sitting here
Listening to my hair grow
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
And I look towards you
For an inspiration or a word or two
I try but I find
Every road only leads me back to these lines
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
Piano, guitar
I try but don't get very far
Paper and pen
Piano, guitar
Paper and pen
Trying to write a song again
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
Copyright Colin Coplin 1985 / 2010
poem by Colin Coplin
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Poetry Time
forget work for a while
leave the paper piles as they are
let them grow
up to the sky
let reality be a mountain
before you
and let things work on
themselves
let them have hands
and feet
let them have wings
and fly away
it is poetry time
my heart is king and the rest
of these fantasies
are nymphs and fauns
come butterflies
come stars
let them know that there are wings
and light and fire and glitters and diamonds
comes the moon shining
this lady coming too early at noontime
dancing on my table
with fireflies and lies
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Honest Perception...
look these ink blots
are not butterflies, they are just ink blots
are you wasting ink on the paper?
are you careless blotting this paper?
you have stained them and they do not look good at all.
do not force me into saying
there are butterflies there
or bats or
clowns, there aren't any
there are no flapping wings
no dragons
no fire, no journeys of a snowman
there are no monsters that live
on paper
they're too heavy to carry on a permeable
sap of trees
slices of wood and lines of fountain
pen...
i am serious now and i am realistic
i want you to feel that i am concrete as a slab as real as a floor
where you stamp your feet and hear my sound
do not force me into a belief that you are an illusion
because you are not
i am not an illusion. i am sad. I am a recipient of your unfairness.
but i am not dead.
tomorrow i will bathe myself with the light of the sun.
i reflect light i am real.
i will dive into the deep river
i splash water, i am a body, i am real.
watch out, i have thoughts and you do not see them.
i have seen you misled me, and i become the storm.
these inkblots stain me. I am real.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Examination Center
I am neither afraid of skyscrapers
nor of those huge architectural marvels & mansions
and the artistic, planned, laborious creations
of 21st century.
I am afraid of
that small room
where some desks and chairs
keep me glued
for three hours
in a bitter struggle
like between
life and death
absolute silence
turning the place in crematorium
and those two fearsome eyes
watching furiously
from a distance
I am afraid of
that piece of paper
with letters in black print
which can churn & agitate anyone's intellect
sucking the blood like a vampire
in three hours stint
I am afraid of that room
I am afraid of that room.
(2010)
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Not A Pretty Sight
A poem should be a pretty thing
Or that is what I once thought
Really a poem touches you
Where you are and where you are not
As there's different types of touching
There's different types of poems
Some metered some rhymed
Some just a cry
As there's touching when you
Politely just want to get by
Then there's touching when you're
Afraid and think you're going to cry
Of course there's back slapping
Hand holding and warm embrace
Then there's that last touch
Just before the color leaves you face
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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Tree Without Roots
No historical records sucking realities
A sunny night growing out of isolation
Truths about currents
Flowing into the flowers of tommorrow
LIves alchemically heated
No pasts no future born out of killing machines of modrenity
The cave full of dreams
The cave full of touchings
Deconstruction
We talked up all night
And still came to no conclusion
We started a fight
That ended in silent confusion
And as we sat stuck
You could hear the trash truck
Making its way through the neighborhood
Picking up the thrown out
Different from house to house
We get to decide what we think is no good
We're sculpted from youth
The chipping away makes me weary
And as for the truth
It seems like we just pick a theory
Ah it's the one that justifies
Our daily lives
And backs us with quiver and arrows
To protect openings
Cause when the warring begins
How quickly the wide open narrows
Into the smallness of
Our deconstruction of love
We thought it was changing
But it never was
It's just the same as it ever was
A family of foxes
Came to my yard and dug in
So i looked in a book
To see what this could possibly mean
Yeah cause there's fate in the breeze
Signs in the trees
And possible tragic events
When forces collide
With the damage strewn wide
And holes blasted straight through the fence
Oh the sky starts to crash
(into the smallness of)
The rain on the roof starts to drumming
(our)
And laid up like cash
(deconstruction of love)
Your take on my list of shortcommings
And now the show starts to close
(the show)
I know how this goes
(starts to close)
The plots a predicatable showing
And though it seems grand
We're just one speck of sand
And back to the hourglass we're going
Back to the smallness of
(into the smallness of)
Our deconstruction of love
(our deconstruction of love)
We thought it was changing
But it never was
We're still in the smallness of
(into the smallness of)
Our deconstruction of love
(our deconstruction)
We thought it was changing but it never was
Our deconstruction of love
Our deconstruction of love
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Paper In Fire
She had a dream
And boy it was a good one
So she chased after her dream
With much desire
But when she get too close
To her expectations
Well the dream burned up
Like paper in fire
Chorus:
Paper in fire
Stinkin up the ashtrays
Paper in fire
Smokin up the alleyways
Whos to say the way
A man should spend his days
Do you let them smolder
Like paper in fire
He wanted love
With no involvement
So he chased the wind
Thats all his silly life required
And the days of vanity
Went on forever
And he saw his days burn up
Like paper in fire
Chorus:
Paper in fire
Stinkin up the ashtrays
Paper in fire
Smokin up the alleyways
Whos to say the way
A man should spend his days
Do you let them smolder
Like paper in fire
Theres a good life
Right across the green fields
And each generation
Stares at it from afar
But we keep no check
On our appetites
So the green fields turn to brown
Like paper in fire
Chorus:
Paper in fire
Stinkin up the ashtrays
Paper in fire
Smokin up the alleyways
Whos to say the way
A man should spend his days
Do you let them smolder
Like paper in fire
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Paper Rain
From miles above
poured the paper rain
Flooding the streets
whiteing out the clear September day
peoples thoughts floated from the hell fire
like paper rain
First like a mist
then like a monsoon
the paper rain spread across the city
engulfing the running masses below
in a hurricane of paper rain
When the storm stopped
and the clouds of fire ceased
millons of unread words litter the streets
like a sea
of paper rain
Swept into the gutters
went the thoughts of the dead
the paper rain gone
Until the next unpredicted storm arises
and the heavens pour down peoples sorrows
ON PAPER RAIN
GOD BLESS ALL THE VICTIMS AND THERE FAMILYS
OF THE SEPTEMBER 11 TRAGEDY
poem by Vincent Armone
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Origami Me....
the way you fold a piece of paper
to make those cups and flowers and cranes
never stops to amaze me,
you know how to make use of mere scraps
into art, into something as useful as a cup
into something more meaningful as
those hundred cranes flying in the skies
on the minds of excited children
origami me, make me more artistic,
more useful
i am a mere scrap of paper flat on the table of this universe
Oh God...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Song is Not Dead
Song is not dead, although to-day
Men tell us everything is said.
There yet is something left to say,
Song is not dead.
While still the evening sky is red,
While still the morning gold and grey,
While still the autumn leaves are shed,
While still the heart of youth is gay,
And honour crowns the hoary head,
While men and women love and pray
Song is not dead.
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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Hyla Brook
By June our brook's run out of song and speed.
Sought for much after that, it will be found
Either to have gone groping underground
(And taken with it all the Hyla breed
That shouted in the mist a month ago,
Like ghost of sleigh-bells in a ghost of snow)--
Or flourished and come up in jewel-weed,
Weak foliage that is blown upon and bent
Even against the way its waters went.
Its bed is left a faded paper sheet
Of dead leaves stuck together by the heat--
A brook to none but who remember long.
This as it will be seen is other far
Than with brooks taken otherwhere in song.
We love the things we love for what they are.
poem by Robert Frost
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I've been told that I have a lot of energy. The secret is that I use renewable resources. Some days I'm solar powered. Some days I'm wind powered. And some people in this room might think I'm hybrid gas-powered. You'll just have to guess which it is today.
quote by Bill Richardson
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XCVI: Fear
I don’t afraid of being old, I’m only afraid of being weak
I don’t afraid of being ugly, I’m only afraid of being useless
I don’t afraid of being nameless, I’m only afraid of being not loved
I don’t afraid of being lost, I’m only afraid of being blind
I don’t afraid of being dumb, I’m only afraid of being hopeless
I don’t afraid of being poor, I’m only afraid of being ungrateful
I don’t afraid of being loser, I’m only afraid of being coward
I don’t afraid of being bound, I’m only afraid of being fake
I don’t afraid of being wrong, I’m only afraid of being oblivious
I don’t afraid of being suffered, I’m only afraid of being surrender
I don’t afraid of being alone, I’m only afraid of being bored
I don't afraid of being loss, I'm only afraid of being lied
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Yesterday, Today, Tommorrow
Yesterday is yesterday,
Yesterday is history.
Today is today,
Today is the now.
Tommorrow is tommorow,
Tommorrow is the future.
So forgive and forget yesterday,
Hope and anticipate tommorrow,
And live for today.
They sent me to these places to get the weight off. The diets never worked; the diets actually made it worse.
quote by Lisa Whelchel
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