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A Matter of Fact

A walking talking archive of events gone by,
he witnessed them all, with an unbiased eye.
Right time and place he happened to be there
looking to take advantage, he just didn’t care.

He wasn’t born man, so he didn’t grow old,
and his boyish looks were a gift to behold.
Mostly he was a he, but he was also a she,
with the attributes of either he chose to be.

He had been an emperor in ancient times,
also a writer of poems and nursery rhymes.
Alexander the Great had him as a close friend,
and Cleopatra used him when choosing her end.

Throughout the years he has always been there,
Samson cursed him for the loss of his hair.
He provided the fiddle which Nero played
and assisted Adolf Hitler to his bunker grave.

He did all these things and many more too,
in all the ages of man from the first to you.
I know this is true, because he’s of my blood,
to many he’s an enigma and not understood.

poem by Orlando Belo
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Tell Me

Tell me I wasn't true
Tell me I didn't believe in you
Tell me a moment I didn't share
Tell me when I acted like I didn't care
Tell me a moment with me that was hard to bear
Tell me when I was fake
Tell me the time we spent wasn't great
Tell me I wasn't a good friend
Tell me I wouldn't have your back until the end
Tell me I treated you like a child
Tell me a time I couldn't make you smile
Tell me a time I didn't miss you
Tell me I never kissed you
Tell me a time I used you
Tell me a time I abused you
Tell me you're not all I have
Tell me when I didn't speak on your behalf
Tell me when I didn't have your back
What I'm seeing I feel like you're telling me all of that

poem by Daniel Chapman
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Church of the Little Drummer Boy

He didn't do it for money,
He didn't to it for power,
It wasn't an inside job,
And he probably wasn't real.

But he wasn't controlled by the Mafia,
Maybe he was just a dream,
Or maybe just a hope,
Of what Christmas might mean.

Over the years many a child
Has heard of the Little Drummer Boy,
How he played his drum for Jesus
To bring the Baby some joy.

He didn't do it to be a big shot,
He wasn't Ginger Baker,
He played out of musical love,
And he wasn't a faker.

If you're looking for religion,
The Drummer Boy is good to go,
I mean, he's as churchy as it gets,
Considering the show.

poem by Richard Jarboe
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Confession / Take Me Back

Its May 1st, this day would be our anniversary
Thanks to me its nothing, but a memory
Our relationship lays broken
Due to words left unspoken

When i told you i loved you, i meant it 
Its true
But if i did i wouldn't have done the things i do
You set it clear and straight
Told me i was the batter and that i was up to the plate
Its like a regular game, three strikes you're out
But i wasn't about it, i wasn't going to take that route

I have a confession 
Its been killing me to say
It wasn't just twice, a couple times in a way
I knew it wasn't right, but the lust took over
I tried to stop, but it was like i was a controller
Each time it happened i felt remorse
I didn't want it to happen, i didn't want it anymore
But somehow i couldn't stop, so i chose to walk away 
I didnt want to hurt you, not anymore not this way 

I doubt you want to get together after what was said
But if you take me back it won't be a regret
I made my mistakes, i hurt you accidently
But please don't forget you mean eveything to me

Yes, i left because the guilt was getting to me
I've never been the type to cheat,  I've turned into an enemy
I want to create something, i want to start anew
Bring it back to February 1st, where it was all brand new
I'm sorry for the mistake, i'm sorry for the good-bye 

This time i mean it i want to be true
Happily ever after just me and you
No lies, no heartbreak, no cheating, no nothing
Just love and trust, all for something
Juliana, i love you this is all i know is true
I'm being honest with my feelings, so what are we going to do?  
If you love me enough to look past that LAST MISTAKE
I want to take those feelings and make them great

poem by Zoby Cristal
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Caught Between Two Opposing Angels

One glorious summer's evening,
Out drinking…
In O'Sheas Irish Bar in Manchester
I bought a round at last orders.
When the bell began to sound…

I thought it odd, people are leaving
In their droves; then the doorman
Said down your pint 'Mr and go'…
Or I'll take it now, bro.

I protested and made him wait…
I didn't anticipate his anger
Towards me or his unapologetic hate!
Outside, I complained face to face.

He got aggressive filled with rage
He wanted to kill me - seriously.
I then called him a little-Adolf-Hitler
My you should have seen his enrage.

'It wasn't the name Adolf Hitler
So much as the word little
That caused him offense'.
He raised his fists, I got the gist.

And wasn't about to back down…
But then an arm came around my waist
And these gentle words come with me
He isn't worth it… and so I calmly left.

poem by Mark Heathcote
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Pretty Boy

Even as a small boy I played the fool,
loved dressing up and going to school.
I was taught piano and acoustic guitar,
and dreamed of being a real rock star.

I was born a pretty boy with golden hair,
my manners and looks got me everywhere.
The older women adored and spoiled me,
and I took advantage of their hospitality.

My nose always bled from the bullies fists,
they didn’t like girlie boys who took a risk.
Besides two black eyes and a bloody nose
looked better on a pretty boy that posed.

The boys that admired me wouldn’t openly say,
that they liked a pretty boy to behave that way.
Deep inside, I knew I was undeniably different,
but I wasn’t a monster born with evil intent.

I couldn’t help myself standing out from the rest
by the way I spoke, stood, and dressed.
In my heart of hearts I felt nothing was wrong,
with loving the limelight, the dance, and song.

Mummy said that being a pretty boy was okay and fine,
but daddy didn’t agree and said it was way out of line,
and that boys grow into men, and do macho things;
and don’t prance about with powder puffed skins.

Well, it’s been tough, but now I’m finally a man
and I know for sure what, and who I am.
This is the way that I was born and meant to be,
a feminine man of the times; naturally.

poem by Tex T Sarnie
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Bad Day Fever

There is no bad day
It is the time when some bad things happened
and we let ourself down
Thinking it's bad
Yes, it's bad and nothing gonna change this day
to be the worst day in your life
You didn't count the time when you sleep and wake up
You didn't count wasting time with your air head
You didn't count the time you do common things daily
You even didn't count that you still breathe this time
The only thing that you think is the bad time
and let yourself down
Nothing will be change
Because you are the one who close your heart
and close all happiness gates with your little bad thing

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Going Grey

I woke up late this morning
And looked into the mirror
But the woman looking back at me
Had a grey streak in her hair

Where did this grey streak come from?
It wasn’t there last night
How did it get into my hair?
My god I looked a sight

I washed and I washed my hair 3 times
And washed my hair some more
But the grey it would not come out
And I was getting stressed for sure

I grabbed the phone to ring my friend
And said get your arse round here
I have a big problem that you need to fix
And bring all your hairdressing gear

Half an hour seemed like a life time
Before my friend was here
She said what’s all the fuss about
I sobbed and wept oh dear

I removed the towel from round my head
Well I didn’t want anyone to see
Look I’ve got greyness in my hair
And I’m only thirty three

She sat me down to have a look
And said don’t worry dear
We can soon cover all that up
With hair dye, so don’t fear

She put this dye upon my head
And then made me a brew
He had to wait for ages
Until the colour did come threw

So now I feel much better
And don’t need to get irate
I don’t have any grey streaks now
And my hair looks really great

poem by Lynn Cowman
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Two Famous Women Of History (Fun Poem 112)

Eve was the first woman
who tempted Adam with an apple,
when he went to take a bite
the worm in it hypnotised him
telling him to take her
and be damned,
and we all were.

Cleopatra was another woman
and under her spell, Mark Anthony fell.
The result of that union the Roman Empire crumbled
and also the flame was lit for Nero
to fiddle while Rome burned
and Julius before him didn’t fare too well neither.

28 February 2011

poem by David Harris
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One Of Us Must Know

I didn't mean to treat you so bad
You shouldn't take it so personal
I didn't mean to make you so sad
You just happened to be there, that's all
When i saw you say "goodbye" to your friend and smile
I thought that it was well understood
That you'd be comin' back in a little while
I didn't know that you were sayin' "goodbye" for good
But, sooner or later, one of us must know
You just did what you're supposed to do
Sooner or later, one of us must know
That i really did try to get close to you
I couldn't see what you could show me
Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid
I couldn't see how you could know me
But you said you knew me and i believed you did
When you whispered in my ear
And asked me if i was leavin' with you or her
I didn't realize just what i did hear
I didn't realize how young you were
But, sooner or later, one of us must know
You just did what you're supposed to do
Sooner or later, one of us must know
That i really did try to get close to you
I couldn't see when it started snowin'
Your voice was all that i heard
I couldn't see where we were goin'
But you said you knew an' i took your word
And then you told me later, as i apologized
That you were just kiddin' me, you weren't really from the farm
An' i told you, as you clawed out my eyes
That i never really meant to do you any harm
But, sooner or later, one of us must know
You just did what you're supposed to do
Sooner or later, one of us must know
That i really did try to get close to you

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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One Of Us Must Know (Sooner Or Later)

I didn't mean to treat you so bad
You shouldn't take it so personal
I didn't mean to make you so sad
You just happened to be there, that's all
When I saw you say "goodbye" to your friend and smile
I thought that it was well understood
That you'd be comin' back in a little while
I didn't know that you were sayin' "goodbye" for good
But, sooner or later, one of us must know
That you just did what you're supposed to do
Sooner or later, one of us must know
That I really did try to get close to you
I couldn't see what you could show me
Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid
I couldn't see how you could know me
But you said you knew me and I believed you did
When you whispered in my ear
And asked me if I was leavin' with you or her
I didn't realize just what I did hear
I didn't realize how young you were
But, sooner or later, one of us must know
That your just doing what you're supposed to do
Sooner or later, one of us must know
That I really did try to get close to you
I couldn't see when it started snowin'
Your voice was all that I heard
I couldn't see where we were goin'
But you said you knew an' I took your word
And then you told me later, as I apologized
That you were just kiddin' me, you weren't really from the farm
An' I told you, as you clawed out my eyes
That I never really meant to do you any harm
But, sooner or later, one of us must know
That you a just did what you're supposed to do
Sooner or later, one of us must know
That I really did try to get close to you

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Sorry To A Friend

Sittin on the edge
Looking for songs in a bottle
Talking with strangers who dont know my pain
Blurry eyed and burned out
Choking on more than I can swallow
Crack in a little voice called out my name
She said ~ whatever happened to you,
Its been two years where have you been.
And I guess all my fears were true
The words were all gone the times been too long.
But I deserve to know what happened to my friend
Staring in her face, I see a past that still haunts me
The road where we split up is paved with the things I didnt say
We had wonderful times, but terrible timing
Now just leave her alone, Ill just be in the way
She said whatever happened to you
You took the cowards way out again
And I guess all my fears were true
The words are all gone, the times been too long
But its not too late to say Im sorry to a friend
Im sorry to a friend. sorry to a friend
Like a stone in a stream
Life smoothes all our edges
til we barely make a ripple any more
But those times in my life will live with me forever
But were not the same people that we were before
And Im sorry for the smiles we missed and the times that I blew it
Ive got so much to tell you I dont know where to start
Maybe Ill find a way maybe youll help me do it
cause friends like us should not be apart
And Im sorry to a friend
Well now Im sorry

song performed by by Edwin McCain
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You Will Come Back To Me

I am not that man,
You think you understand...
And,
That man you understood...
Wasn't me to move along!
To care less,
How you let somebody else judge me.
But I'm back...
If you'll have me stay in your heart to belong.

There's not a part but a whole of me...
To be who I am,
And...
I'm not a myth.
To be wished up,
Dismissed and pushed away.

No myth am I...
Nor a symbol of some kind to find,
Time to me to give as if...
You have but few seconds,
With me to spare.
And only if...
I'm there AND,
On your mind.

I am me,
The first one you said you saw to love.
But...
I'm no myth,
To be wished up.
Dismissed and pushed away.

Too bad,
I didn't fit the perfect image.
And...
Our kissing didn't feed your needs.
To please a 'forevermore'.
But,
Just know this...
You will,
Come back to me.
But know this...
You will,
Come back to me.

Too bad,
I didn't fit the perfect image.
And...
Our kissing didn't feed your needs.
To please a 'forevermore'.
But...
Know this,
You will...
Come back to me.

I am NOT that man,
You think you understand...
And,
That man you understood...
Wasn't me-and-has moved on,
To care less...
How you let somebody else judge me.
But,
Know this...
You will,
Come back to me.
But know this...
You will,
Come back to me.

You will...
Come back,
And...
To me.

Yes you will,
Come back!
And to me.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The power of words

Sometimes when you had
an idea for a poem
you didn’t jot it down
and let it be
to fade away into the naught
as if it really didn’t matter
or your words had lost their power

or was there a hidden fear,
something that you didn’t
want to talk about
or something that you didn’t
want to appear,
something that you were afraid
would kill your luck
or disturb your thoughts?

When we spoke at times
you would sarcastically say
go and write a poem about it
and I wonder if you really
didn’t care about writing
or just not about me
or was it jealousy?

Sometimes when the words
of a great poem came to me
you would demand that I immediately
do something for you
to proof my love
and not give me the opportunity
to capture the sacred words.

Yet, as time went by
and I had to leave
the words came back to you
and great verses appeared
and you said that I could string out
poems to the nth power
and wanted me
to write great messages as well
and I was afraid that card like lines
would kill the magic of words in me.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Words can't explain where it all went wrong

we surpose to be together?
so many things went wrong,
how do we fix the gap?
it wasn't you it was me,
lost in a world,
where i didn't know how to trust,
who you were,
even though deep down i knew,
i never had to ask questions,
you were always true to who you was.

it sucks i didn't trust that,
we went our own ways,
you got married,
i remained single,
it what protected me,
from getting taken advantage of sexually,
but along the way,
it only hurted both of us,
i could never be honest about stuff,
because when we were young,
how do you deal with sexuall abuse,
when you don't understand,
what is happening,
i hear it in your voice,
like you wish things were how they was,

it will never be.

poem by Mona Martinez
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Lady Writer

Lady writer on the tv
Talk about the virgin mary
Reminded me of you
Expectation left to come up to yeah
Lady writer on the tv
She had another quality
The way you used to look
And I know you never read a book
Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time, another place
Lady writer on the tv
She had all the brains and the beauty
The pictures does not fit
Youd talk to me when you felt like it
Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time another place
Yes and your rich old man,
You know hed a call her a dead ringer
You got the same command
Plus your mother was a jazz singer
Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time another place
Lady writer on the tv
She knew all about a history
You couldnt hardly write your name
I think I want it just the same as the ...
Lady writer on the tv
Talking about the virgin mary
You know Im talking about you and me
And the lady writer on the tv
Talking about the virgin mary
Yeah you know Im talking about you and me
And the lady writer on the tv

song performed by by Dire Straits
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Handle

Theirs thing’s I can handle
But you not being around is one of them
Day in day out I wish I was with you
We use to see each other every day
Now I’m lucky to see you once a month
If I do see you, it’s a total of maybe 5 minutes
That’s what I get
Do you really care?
You say you want to do things with me.
But why with me?
What makes me so special?
I tried and explain to you that I don’t do that.
Felt like I was talking to a wall.
How come you never want to pay attention?
For the first time in my life I had rumors about me.
It wasn’t even like they where good rumors.
Shit I wouldn’t want nothing spread around.
Especially when their not true.
It’s stuff I don’t even believe in.
But you saw more to it then just some rumor.
Random people would come and question your sexuality.
You didn’t even give a shit.
You didn’t care what people thought of you.
But me.
See I’m different.
I cared so much that it hurt me.
I want to disappear and never come back.
You could give two shits as long as you got your attention.
Every body bow down the princess is here.

poem by Ashley Olson
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Harmaony, Peace And Love

When I was born on this earth
I didn't know the gist of harmony, peace and love
Being notorious was the most when I was a baby
Played in sand, made sand castles, caught insects
My acts became amusement for my kiths and kins

Time moved on and I moved with it
Sometimes behind, Sometimes ahead
Months changed, Days changed, Dates changed,
Years changed, I changed
Explored voyages
Discovered new roads
Met dignified and assorted mortals
Filled my life with colours
Didn't have hatred feelings for neither superior nor inferior
Witnessed unity, seldom times clashes
Found a space for respect for each other in every heart
But still didn't get the gist of harmony, peace and love

When the time came to leave earth
I found desolation in every eye
All had same heartbeat, same thoughts
Saw the shining stars twinkling
Greif came and glee went away
Seemed like time's halted
A juicy fruit is going to be borne
A fruit with harmony, peace and love

When I had gone, I.......
Realised the gist of harmony, peace and love

When I was born on this earth
I didn't know the gist of harmony, peace and love

poem by Sudipta Pathak
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Didn't Care

You didn't care,
when I was alone,
fighting with,
me in your absence.
You didn't share,
your laughter, grief,
your sojourn...
I knitted a sweater,
for you,
with white and
sky blue.
You didn't come in winter.
Still now, it's with me.
You know, I have in my hair,
a flash of silver white!
Soon, I'll need spec,
to read your poems.
Oh! I forgot to tell,
you one thing, hmm.silly
though, no won't tell,
you will laugh then.
Everyday, I write a poem
thinking of you!
You told once, my poems
are rubbish!
But, believe me, I write,
squeezing my blood,
from my love for you!
If you won't talk,
well, I'll be speaking
aloud, rather, under,
the gulmohar tree,
under its bunch of
red flowers, or,
under any leafless tree,
one which you will prefer...
But, we must meet..
someday,
any day,
as it has been
fixed by God!

poem by Nilakshi Das
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All I Wanted Was to Make YOU Proud

This fire in my blood
This fire in my eyes

The fire that come shooting,
right out of my damned mouth.

This fire of the rage!
This fire of the pain.

This fire of the anger,
that is burning in my head

I feel all the hatred
I feel so damn used

Walked through streets so flooded,
to get a glimpse of you

I got nothing of you
I didn't even get a look

The closest i was to you,
was the radiation from my phone

I don't know what i was doing
I wasn't thinking straight

Just thought that you'd be happy
If i was really there

I thought that you'd be angered
And would say i didn't care

I risked my life!
I risked my health.

My family was in second place

You were first through my mind
You were my main concern

To make you happy was my wish..
It didn't come true

I feel crushed and devastated
I guess hard enough, i didn't try

It's my fault your ankles broken,
When the sirens sound, I start to cry

Did you want to see me?
Do you really care?

What if i'd been stolen?
What if i'd been raped?

Well, it would of been
all of my damned fault

I shouldn't take a risk
For things that don't matter

I took a risk for you
My life was on the line

I didn't even think it twice
About me, i didn't give a damn

All i wanted was to see you
I wanted to know you were alright

I wanted to make you happy
I wanted to make you proud

That you knew you had a girlfriend that was there,
no matter what

But apparently i wasn't there
I guess i wasn't at all

So maybe you want better
Someone that's truly there

No matter what...

I'm not good enough now
And maybe i deserved to be drenched.

Maybe i deserved to shed every tear that i shed
Maybe i deserved the cuts on my hands

Maybe i deserved it
Maybe I'm a waste

And at the end of it all,
who am I to blame? ..

No one but myself..

poem by Evelyn Castillo
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Once We Were Child

Once we were children
everything was supper
We could fly
if we hadn't trusted our mothers

Once there was no difference between boys and girls
Once it wasn't important, having wealth
How many times we fell on the ground?
We just wanted playing around
We always made a big noise
We didn't have to be poised
When we laughed in each case
But we didn't laugh in someone's face
Everything we had we did share
Which color? we didn't care

Once we were children
The sky was blue
The world wasn't so wild
That was the issue
When we loved it was real
Of dying, we didn't have any fear
Did we know what discrimination is?
Did we know how to tease?
Did we have lust? Could we tell a lie?
Now we have to tell to our childhood goodbye

Once we were children
The life was so funny
We were just called honey
And our world was summed up to our tiny
Homes.

Here is a feeling in my gut
That once we were child
How close we were to God
Spite of having no attention to God.

poem by Nader Baheri
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