Annoyed and Guilty
When I was waking up from my night's sleep this morning
I had an overwhelming feeling of anxiety and dismay.
Earlier I'd been dreaming about my youngest son Mitchell
and how we used to connect, laugh and play.
I felt annoyed and guilty because I hadn't seen him for ages,
so I began to plan a visit for later in the day,
but then I realised that a visit was impossible,
it's been 44 months since he passed away.
poem by Orlando Belo
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No One Comes To Leave Me With Tight Jaws
You didn't come to just visit!
Did you?
You came specifically to kill my joy.
I felt it when you began to assess,
With probing eyes.
As if to inspect.
I noticed you becoming annoyed,
When you said to me just last week...
My smile offended you.
And suspiciously I extended a welcome,
For you to come to my home.
And together we would sit and chat.
But you had more on your mind than that.
You didn't come to just visit!
Did you?
You came specifically to kill my joy.
And when you left...
So happy I was to have stored some happiness,
Frozen in my 'frig' to quickly thaw!
Oh no.
No one comes to leave me with tight jaws.
Or come to dump their junk to funk me.
I'll funk alone in my home if I wish,
With no need for assistance.
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Aubade And I Am Not Like Other Birds Of Prey
Morning at last!
Every night is a fight till you're waking
Dreams dancing past
Through the silence of sleep
Dawn is breaking
I wake and watch them till then
And I am not like other birds of prey
And I am not like other birds of prey
Oh, night is long, you won't needing me
For a dressed up time I am there to see
That fear holds no sway
Soft is my plan
And my eyes kill the lies that felt happy
Life is my right
And in sleep's little bed
I'll protect you
So, hear, let my presence dismay
That I am not like other birds of prey
That I am not like other birds of prey
When hopes are young and your cares are few
Then I'm sure above keeping truth in you
And my name is love
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Louisa
Louisa, make it a point to visit Ghana;
For the nature is there for you to admire.
Of the Bobiri Forest and Betterfly Sanctuary to visit,
Of the Wechiau Hippo Sanctuary to visit,
Of the Xavi Bird Watching Sanctuary to visit,
Of the Kakum National Park to visit,
Of the Aburi Botanical Gardens to visit,
Of the Bui National Park to visit,
Of the Ankasa Nature Park to visit,
Of the Bonsu Arboretum Park to visit,
Of the Digya National Park to visit,
And to sit under a broom tree with us;
Like a reed shaking in the water of love.
Louisa, make a trip to Ghana and see this lovely place;
For the nature is there for you to admire.
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I Know You Live A Very Simple Life
i know my friend that
you live a very simple life out there
waking up in the morning
working in the office
buying food in the market
watch tv
sleep early at night
wake up early again
listen to the morning news
a visit in the chapel
work in the office again
a chat with friends
a little drink of cali with them
sometimes
and no broken heart to nourish
like a wound that does not heal.
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Ticket Of Dreams
Would you like visit the stars
What about mercury
Or even mars
There is not that much space between us
If i took a long jump could i land on venus
Then hitch a ride to jupiter or saturn
Then we could maybe catch a bus
To neptune and uranus
Come on lets go
We will even visit pluto
Then get a one way ticket back to earth
Imagine how much this trip would be worth
Maybe i have spoken to soon
But we have been to space
And even the moon
Way to hot to visit the sun
Lets keep dreaming for now but it would be fun
The Astral Light
Have you ever had that
feeling inside
and not known what to do
Well I've got this feeling
in my head
keeps telling me to follow
the astral light
visit the planes
and see my other lives
It will show me
that this is my life
but will let me visit
when I need a guide
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Duty must be fulfilled
But everything is going to be like my plan
People could lie to me
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Pray may be often
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I Believe
Valerie solanis took the elevator
Got off at the 4th floor
Valerie solanis took the elevator
Got off at the 4th floor
She pointed the gun at andy saying
You cannot control me anymore
I believe theres got to be some retribution
I believe an eye for an eye is elemental
I believe that somethings wrong if shes alive right now
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Pointing at the floor
Valerie solanis waved her gun
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From inside her idiot madness spoke and bang
Andy fell onto the floor
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I believe being sick is no excuse and -
I believe I wouldve pulled the switch on her myself
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His pulse was gone they thought that he was dead
His guts were pouring from his wounds
Onto the floor they thought that he was dead
Not until years later would
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What she could not
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Andy said, I think I died, why didnt you come to see me
Andy said, it hurt so much, they took blood from my hand
I believe theres got to be some retribution
I believe theres got to be some retribution
I believe we are all the poorer for it now
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Visit me, visit me
Visit me, why didnt you visit me
Visit me, why didnt you visit me
Visit me, visit me
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When Summer Comes to Visit
There is no mistaking it,
When a heat stirs in the mix.
It is Summertime that comes.
And passions bloom,
To become part of it.
Who goes through a Summer,
Without feeling a touch of joy?
Who does not witness a sense of freedom...
With an adventure meant,
To be explored and not annoy!
There is no mistaking it,
This passion felt and has come to sit...
In the heated mix of Summer.
Who can not escape,
To excuse themselves from reason...
Not to have fun and participate.
When Summer is done and over,
Our memories of it...
Seem to linger,
And not drift away as quick.
When Summer comes to visit,
We wish these days,
Stay.
When Summer comes to visit,
We wish these days,
Stay.
When Summer comes to visit,
We wish these days,
Would stay...
Forever.
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i know you live a very simple life
i know my friend that
you live a very simple life out there
waking up in the morning
working in the office
buying food in the market
watch tv
sleep early at night
wake up early again
listen to the morning news
a visit in the chapel
work in the office again
a chat with friends
a little drink of cali with them
sometimes
and no broken heart to nourish
like a wound that does not heal.
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To visit templesTo visit temples
I visit temples and conduct rites
More to please the priest than the deities.
I visit temples and do sacrifices
More to bribe the God than cleanse myself.
I visit temples and do worships
More to fake being pious than be so.
I visit temples and give offerings
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Norway
The wonders of Norway!
Age should speak and,
Many years ought to teach wisdom;
Look to the heavens and see,
The clouds are higher than you.
Of the deep sleep that fell unto man while,
He slumbered on his bed;
Oh Norway! Beautiful as you are,
I need to visit you again.
The wonders of Norway,
My days passed swifter than a courrier;
The wonders of Norway,
A momentary perception of joy;
The wonders of Norway,
Out of the handsome came beautiful;
My ears have heard of you and,
My eyes have seen you too;
I need to visit you again.
Can you pull Babylon with a fish hook?
Bring forth the blind who have eyes;
Can you walk on your head?
Bring forth the dearf who have ears;
Visit and know the wonders of Norway,
It will always be with you.
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Dreaming The Impossible...
i never stop dreaming
the impossible
in fact, it is the impossible
that makes me
alive, the possible only
reduces me to a dot, a
sentence so dull because
everything is clear we
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for they are not here yet not
sleep and grapple with
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dreams on waking hours,
well thought of, in full details,
what if, so well, try again,
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The Old Year
IT PASSED like the breath of the night-wind away,
It fled like a mist at the dawn of the day;
It lasted its moment, then backward was hurled,
Another increase to the age of the world.
It passed with its shadows, its smiles and its tears,
It passed as a stream to the ocean of years;
Years that were coming—were here—and are o’er,
The ages departed to visit no more.
It passed, but the bark on its billowy track
Leaves an impression on waters aback:
The glow of the gloaming remains on the sky,
Unwilling to leave us—unwilling to die.
It fled; but away and away in its wake
There lingers a something that time cannot break.
The past and the future are joined by a chain,
And memories live that must ever remain.
poem by Henry Kendall
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Sleep, sleep, my sweet one sleep
Sleep, sleep, my sweet one sleep
Let the film of Morpheus come
Like a veiled mist
And visit your eye-lids
And in the airs around
Invisible a sweet sylph sings
A lulling lullaby.
Sleep, sleep, my sweet one sleep
And woes forget and ills
And wrongs and plots
And treacheries:
Like a veiled mist
Dreams are falling through
Falling
Falling
Falling thro’ your eye-lids thick
With the lead of Morpheus awhile
A sylph doth sing
A lulling lullaby.
Sleep, sleep, my sweet one sleep
And think of day and night
And dusk and dawn
And even
As one film images pass
Along your eyes a-dreaming
a-dreaming
A-dreaming
Awhile
A sylph doth sing
A lulling lullaby.
poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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The Awaited Visit
A True Story;
As experienced and written by Ron Tranmer
I decided to go to a rest home
to see an old friend one day.
I stopped to speak to a lady
who I noticed was looking my way.
She was happy that I came over.
There was something she wanted to say.
She smiled and said from her wheelchair,
"My boy will come visit today."
It's been quite a while since I've seen him,
He's always quite busy you know…
He doesn't live too far from here,
And he knows that I love him so.
Each morning as I rise from bed
My prayer is the same as I say,
Father In Heaven, I ask but one thing,
That my boy will come visit today.
He was always such a good boy.
And the only child we had.
He was only 10 years old
When I lost my husband…his dad.
He married soon after college.
And got a great job with good pay
He calls me at times on the telephone,
But I know he'll come visit today.
I'm lonely here in the rest home.
How I long for my son to come by.
They tell me my health is now failing,
But he'll visit before I must die."
I leaned over and gave her a hug
And the tears on my cheeks wiped away.
She smiled and said, there's no need to cry,
My boy will come visit today."
poem by Ron Tranmer
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Lines in Defence of the Stage
Good people of high and low degree,
I pray ye all be advised by me,
And don't believe what the clergy doth say,
That by going to the theatre you will be led astray.
No, in the theatre we see vice punished and virtue rewarded,
The villain either hanged or shot, and his career retarded;
Therefore the theatre is useful in every way,
And has no inducement to lead the people astray.
Because therein we see the end of the bad men,
Which must appall the audience - deny it who can
Which will help to retard them from going astray,
While witnessing in a theatre a moral play.
The theatre ought to be encouraged in every respect,
Because example is better than precept,
And is bound to have a greater effect
On the minds of theatre-goers in every respect.
Sometimes in theatres, guilty creatures there have been
Struck to the soul by the cunning of the scene;
By witnessing a play wherein murder is enacted,
They were proven to be murderers, they felt so distracted,
And left the theatre, they felt so much fear,
Such has been the case, so says Shakespeare.
And such is my opinion, I will venture to say,
That murderers will quake with fear on seeing murder in a play.
Hamlet discovered his father's murderer by a play
That he composed for the purpose, without dismay,
And the king, his uncle, couldn't endure to see that play,
And he withdrew from the scene without delay.
And by that play the murder was found out,
And clearly proven, without any doubt;
Therefore, stage representation has a greater effect
On the minds of the people than religious precept.
We see in Shakespeare's tragedy of Othello, which is sublime,
Cassio losing his lieutenancy through drinking wine;
And, in delirium and grief, he exclaims -
"Oh, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!"
A young man in London went to the theatre one night
To see the play of George Barnwell, and he got a great fright;
He saw George Barnwell murder his uncle in the play,
And he had resolved to murder his uncle, but was stricken with dismay.
But when he saw George Barnwell was to be hung
The dread of murdering his uncle tenaciously to him clung,
That he couldn't murder and rob his uncle dear,
Because the play he saw enacted filled his heart with fear.
And, in conclusion, I will say without dismay,
Visit the theatre without delay,
Because the theatre is a school of morality,
And hasn't the least tendency to lead to prodigality.
poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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Pose a question
She stared at my eyes as if to pose a question?
I could see anxiety on her face but found no mention
She looked worry ridden and closed eyes with tension
I could sense some urgency in her for submission
I was her long associate on the web site
She may come often on line and apprise
She was not renowned writer but talented one
Her ideas flowed with situation and run
I told her about my future plan to visit her country
She prompted me by saying why I preferred entry?
There were plenty or countries with fine landscapes
Why that has not struck me in mind and escaped?
She wanted to know exact reason behind my trip
I took care not to mention correctly without tongue slip
She expressed her inability to offer me any hospitality
As she was very poor and lacked basic amenity
“There are bitches instead and very much enjoyable”
It is good to be away from noisy places and agreeable
No one can disturb and nature can be seen closely
I felt pity on her innocence as she was feeling remorse
I won’t be able to reach at any destination including airport
The distance is equally far and costly for seaport
I am poor and from peasant family to afford
I shall not be promise or give you any word
I felt not pity or remorse for her frank talk
I was speechless and remained non committal during walk
Why did she say all this before a friend for nothing?
I was deeply feeling shame that she had told something
She had feeling of poor heart but elegant and keen
She was female but cent percent very rich like queen
She may claim nothing but offer vast reaches of human mind
She was there for everything and it was my turn now to find
I felt so small in stature compared to her vastness
How could she offer such generosity in nothingness?
Was it her cultural heritage or rich feeling for a friend?
I was at pain to learn it from the conversation at the end
Dear, you are master of an art
I have no words to appreciate and start
Why I ask for your company should not be matter of concern?
You only take me sites which may please me in turn
She was relieved from immediate worry
I mentioned my plan and expressed sorry
I was greatly moved by her simplicity and elegance
I felt so small and guilty in her presence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Play Me For a Fool You May
Play me for a fool you may.
To inflict a public stumbling fall.
I am not that weak to sit still and weep!
Or complain that my knees
Scrap from a toilful crawl.
Slander, backstab, defame with games.
Laugh if you must if this is your aim.
Make sure my friends and family see me shamed.
But I've learned to get up,
From any ditch trenched by those gutless...
Satisfied to whine on their shiftless butts!
Play me for a fool you may.
Tell others who demean,
I am wallowing in dismay!
During my struggles seen...
I may be in complete disarray.
But one day you will see,
Me erect and standing tall.
As conflict upon conflict...
Comes to visit you afterall.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Insomnia
Im running in quicksand
Somethings haunting me
The guilty past Ive buried
My mind wont let me sleep
Ill do anything for peace - I keep waking up
A solemn oath I make
Cross my heart please let me sleep - I keep waking up
How much more do I take
My head is talking to me
I dont know what it needs
But the loudest voice
Is the one I heed
Insomnia, my swollen bloodshot eyes
Insomnia, awake till morning light
Insomnia, stirring deep inside
Insomnia, somebody turn out the lights
I cant sleep - insomnia
Im twisting and turning - I keep waking up
The madness I must tame
My candle is burning - I keep waking up
Both ends again today
The whole house is creaking
I know theyre out there
The things kept from sight
I beg to the shadows
I cant sleep
Insomnia, footsteps on the walk
Insomnia, I hear someone knock
Insomnia, I wish it was a dream
Insomnia, can you hear me scream
song performed by by Megadeth
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