Short of Breath
One breath, two breaths, three breaths, four,
my breathing’s weak and my chest is sore.
Five breaths, six breaths, seven breaths, eight,
I have to breathe deeply at a slower rate.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths, four,
I’m four breaths closer than I was before.
Five breaths, six breaths, seven breaths, eight,
my mouth’s wide open, but I can’t inflate.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths, four,
it’ll be the end when I breathe no more.
Five breaths, six breaths, seven breaths, eight,
I’m sure someone's rattling heaven's gate.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths, four,
well that’s it, I can't count no more.
poem by Orlando Belo
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How To Meditate
To be in meditation,
You must be with yourself,
Forgetting about the rest.
One way of practicing it
Is count your normal breaths,
A hundred or for ten minutes.
Lying on ground, deep in thought,
Eyes closed, with alarm timing,
You can watch breaths for more good.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In A Breath
Life is only one breath after another,
We are the ones who control our breaths, not oneanother.
A breath is all it takes,
To make a breath.
In a breath you could stop,
In a breath you could drop,
In a breath anything could happen,
In a breath anything could happen.
Life is the journey down a pathway,
Of which stones are breaths that show you the way.
A path to eternity, to forever.
Where you shall stay forever and ever.
In a breath you could die,
In a breath you could fly,
In a breath anything could happen,
In a breath anything could happen.
Tomorrow is yet a turn,
A turn you may not reach, but only a breath can determine,
You don't know when your final turn comes.
You do not know what you will become.
In a breath you could win,
In a breath you could sin.
In a breath anything could happen,
anything could happen.
Life is but a breath,
Air is but a breath,
In life you will find the truth,
And find air is the proof.
In a breath you could find nothing,
In a breath you could find everything,
In a breath anything could happen,
In a breath anything could happen.
You travel down a river,
Where bubbles are breaths and you are the giver.
The giver of ripples, of currents,
Of which for endurence.
In a breath you could loose,
In a breath you could choose.
In a breath anything could happen
In a breath anything could happen.
Follow the river of dreams to the sea.
This is eternity you will see.
Breath avery breath,
As if it were your last breath.
In a breath you could sail.
In a breath you could fail.
In a breath anything could happen,
anything could happen.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Timely Matters
I count my days
By the breaths I take
For in those breaths
Come a hope of better tomorrow
For secounds turn to minutes
Minutes into hours
Hours into to days
They will go on after
I am gone
So with each breath I am blessed
To see all the Lords provided
This miracle called life
Which time is only a play thing
poem by David Kush
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As My Children....
i watched the old woman die,
and listened to her last breaths...
and all i could see was a small child,
offering me the feather of a sparrow.
i walked down to the creek and listened,
and heard the voices of a thousand years.
none were near, yet none were far,
i could feel them press against my skin.
do we come and go,
or is that just an illusion?
i think we just are,
yet we are not we....
by the way i named each of her breaths,
and raised them as my children!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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With A Lesser Chance To Be Evil
Giving 'in' wasn't enough.
I had to give up and walk away,
From all that 'stuff'.
All that teasing 'bling',
I just had to touch...
With a belief I needed,
To sit on a throne as if I were king.
Giving 'in' wasn't enough.
Giving foolishness up I thought would be tough.
But...
When I did my heart felt free.
Renewed I then became everything...
I was meant all along to be.
With less chance to feel evil.
Or romanced wishes I had turf that would never be taxed.
So glad I gave up thoughts like that!
Oh,
Those delusions I did have packed and stacked on my back.
With chips on my shoulder to create my own Central Park.
Paved and tree lined with unforgiveable misery.
I removed a greed from me.
With a lesser chance to be evil.
I felt victory released to free.
With a lesser chance to be evil.
Darkness chased away from my side.
With a lesser chance to be evil.
Not within me will it reside.
With a lesser chance to be evil.
I rid myself of fantasies.
With a lesser chance to be evil.
I learned to take deep breaths to breathe.
With a lesser chance to be evil.
Giving 'in' wasn't enough.
I had to give up and walk away,
From all that 'stuff'.
All that teasing 'bling'.
Blinging me too much.
I rid myself of fantasies.
With a lesser chance to be evil.
I learned to take deep breaths to breathe.
With a lesser chance to be evil.
I learned to take deep breaths to breathe.
With a lesser chance to be evil.
I learned to take deep breaths to breathe.
With a lesser chance to be evil.
I learned to take deep breaths to breathe.
With a lesser chance to be evil.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dedication to.....
It's more than just pain,
the walls closing in,
where do I begin? ...
(Breaths)
She's beautiful and smart
an intellectual with heart
been through the storms
fought demons in all forms
wrestling with grief
still she grinds her teeth.
Memories are always haunting
and the future forever daunting
but press on she must
steady and without fuss.
Miracles do happen, slowly
but right now she is lonely
A heart broken too often
she thinks it'll never soften.
But... (breaths)
She's beautiful and smart
an intellectual with heart
the cycle must be broken
no more lies shall be spoken.
she says 'Don't promise me
All I want is honesty.'
But her hearts been broken too often
so she thinks it'll never soften.
(Breaths)
The truth for her is hard to see
A diva she is A QUEEN she will be
poem by GodBody O.G
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Countdown
Trailer red like the sea
Well I'm the son of a crowded bed
Find your love's gonna count for me
Your love that breaths, breeds
Gonna paste up our damn heads
Gonna drop, gonna drop, gonna count for me
Your love that breaths, breeds
Your love that's catchin' the breeze.
Son of a crowded bed
Son of a cloudy night
Well find your love's gonna count for me, your love's gonna count for me
We'll count down (8x)
Yeah
Waitin' for a chance to pass
Some ho say some say now go
Lookin' for a chance for speed
A love that breaths, breeds
High time getting past black
Gonna drop, gonna drop, gonna count for me
Your love that breaths, breeds
Your love that's catchin' the breeze
Son of a crowded bed
Son of a cloudy night
Find your love's gonna count for me, your love's gonna count for me
We'll count down (16x)
Yeah
song performed by by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
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Winds of passion
The September odoriferous winds
Are not unlike my lover’s perfumed breath.
Their sometimes subtleties, like cherubs wings
Moving warm fragrant air across the earth;
Like unto slumberous respirations
My lover’s exhalations warm my bed.
Yet winds must change, their aberrations,
Those once heated airs turn to rage instead
Whose blustering breaths blow prodigiously
Like our passion’d breaths from pillowed-heads,
Panting, respiring uncontrollably.
December dawns, the wind is lulled unwed
And virgin snow falls onto earthly spread.
Thus, not unlike this maiden in my bed.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Be With People Who Are In Love
be with people who are in love
with life
for they can help you
become so alive
their breaths are warm
and they all rise
to the heavens
unlike them
those indifferent and loveless ones
their breaths
are like chunks of dirt
and they crumple
and stain the earth
learn the art of loving
more people
and learn to fly
so when you are falling in love
you do not crush yourself
cracking to the
rocks of the earth
leaves die. But the real tree
knows how to grow back
its roots.
and then the buds start
to show.
flowers bloom, that is next.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Swirling Breeze
A single breath here
billowing out lazily
to meet yours
in the in between;
prelude to a kiss
the breaths meet before our lips
the dance before the kiss
the double breath
now double warm
fresh from our lungs;
meet and swirl
each around the other
as our moist mouths quiver.
But then the slow inhale and these mixed two
are drawn back to their origins
and down lung-ward
they twirl dancing their lung dances.
But before that warm storm
can settle in mouth and lung
warm lips
ignite
an even larger tempest
and now two breaths;
sealed mouth
sealed kiss
make a lungful maelstrom
deep within
and goes to my center
where the explosion there
buckles my knees.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Melting Fact Of Life
Life is like fire and wax candle
Life breaths through fire and melts into nothing
Live a colorless life as unsung ordinary
Or live a colorful life of power authority and popularity
And stand as wax doll in Madame Tussauds museum
With thermostat malfunction and arrival of heat
Wax develop wrinkles and cracks and melts into nothing
That is the melting fact of LIFE
Which breaths through fire and melts into nothing
poem by Kavin Charalan
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Unleash To Drift
I quiet down to rest inside.
With deep slow breaths.
And shut eyes.
There I find I am 'rejuvenized'.
Restored and energized am I.
And my mind becomes free,
From any activity...
I wish to release from me,
To flee. To go. Away.
I quiet down to rest inside.
With deep slow breaths.
And shut eyes.
I strengthen...
As weaknesses unleash,
To drift as if on command to vanish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Artificial Things (Sextuple Senryu)
Artificial breaths,
Like mimicking feelings of
Love with empty souls,
Artificial love,
Like sex mimics of drugged, raped
Girls, being in chains,
Artificial sex,
Like mimicking life in the
Dolls for making love,
Artificial life,
Like raping dead women to
Sate sadistic needs,
Artificial need,
Like rape mimics during sex
For excitation
And excitations,
Like artificial breaths for
Necrophiliacs.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Not Meant To Be
Thoughts are born,
yet die thereafter,
nothing more satisfying,
than that of solemn touches of death...
a child,
a cursed blessing,
A mother,
A whored Vessel,
no child into bringing,
destroyed and defiled.
Never meant to be,
Left to finish what was started,
Braving the cold,
a womb-less warmth,
lost to life’s virginity,
seconds of breaths,
left it dying,
moments so short,
yet extended toward eternity,
An infant child,
besmirched and left thoughtless,
A child only born to be named death,
Reaping the benifites of final breaths.
poem by Crimson Love
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His Last Breath! ! !
Have mercy Lord!
help me in unlearning thoughts,
weary, injured, bleeding thoughts!
I can't forget that painful time,
that horrid sight,
that silent, solemn, moonless night,
when mind was full of unknown fears,
shaky hopes, and wishful prayers...
Have mercy God!
can I forget
those passing moments
when he was counting his noble,
worthy, lively breaths-
those lively breaths
which were losing by and by
the warmth of life.
Then passed the time
and passed the night
there came at last his last breath…
with the birth of the day
a Sun was dying
to rise again
in a blind vale,
the valley of the pious souls…
since then O Lord,
my eyes are probing in the dark
to see him again
but all in vain…
Much time has passed
But still my mind
Is conscious
Of the ups and downs
Of treasured but his last breath
poem by Shahzia Batool
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On A Palmetto
Through all that year-scarred agony of height,
Unblest of bough or bloom, to where expands
His wandy circlet with his bladed bands
Dividing every wind, or loud or light,
To termless hymns of love and old despite,
Yon tall palmetto in the twilight stands,
Bare Dante of these purgatorial sands
That glimmer marginal to the monstrous night.
Comes him a Southwind from the scented vine,
It breathes of Beatrice through all his blades,
North, East or West, Guelph-wind or Ghibelline,
'Tis shredded into music down the shades;
All sea-breaths, land-breaths, systol, diastol,
Sway, minstrels of that grief-melodious Soul.
poem by Sidney Lanier
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When You Kiss Me...
When you kiss me … time stops … the clocks freeze
When you kiss me … my stress is gone … I feel at ease
When you kiss me … you conquer me…you possess all my keys
When you kiss me I dissolve into you … we become one soul
When you kiss me… I feel complete … I feel whole
When you kiss me I surrender and give you full control
When you kiss me… I escape the world and hide
When you kiss me … I inhale your breaths inside
Your breaths shake me … break me inside
When you kiss me … I loose the sense of the time … I loose the sense of the world
I want this feeling to stay I wish I could put it into hold
poem by Unknown Poet
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Spectre
Even while counting days
Never had I counted my breaths
Like at this moment
For
My breaths are fastened
My thumbs to my toes
To send signals
Of leaving the huffings to the all-pervasion
Hollowing the shaken mortal
And
I'm brave to be breathless
Cofiding in my routine benediction
Dying to meet Shiva, Rama and others
And
Folks around 've started counting down
As I feel a wafting rise
For the upper-birth fellowship
An act of a heavenly welcome
And
I'm happy to be breathless
For
I can soar up, up, above and I do
Above the earth's cycling spheres
Happy to be heavenly welcomed
And
Now I try to swig the taste of Elysium
It's dark around andI'm waiting
Waiting for the providential welcome
But..
Lo, who's flagging there
Hey Rama, my m'law
Am I not in heaven?
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Satisfaction Comes
Whatever it takes...
Break from that hostage feeling!
Reel yourself in...
Bait life and start your healing.
Toss misfortunes,
Take deep breaths and breathe!
Whatever you have...
Be glad and count your fortunes!
Know you are blessed.
And your tests are distortions!
Only you can be your own best enemy.
Chase away those clouds,
That feed you grief.
Dissolve your blocks.
Stop and dropp all complaining!
Get the upper hand.
Command the 'ship' your sailing!
You are in the center of your fears.
Steer away from them and they will clear!
Whatever it takes,
Break from that hostage feeling!
Reel yourself in...
Bait life and start your healing.
Toss misfortunes,
Take deep breaths and breathe!
Satisfaction comes if you believe.
Chase away those clouds,
That feed you grief!
The Sun awaits to shine,
On your wants and needs!
Command and demand your desires...
With belief!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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