Table
Eating...
Writing...
Sitting...
Some time
Sleeping
On...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Cit and eat
Sit to
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Cit and eat...
Simply sit and
Eat...
Eating is
Sitting is best...
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poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Without earth
Eating sitting walking
Sleeping playing and
Doing everything
We are in the sky.
Sky is here and
Here the sky
There is sun
There is moon
There is star
There the cloud
The star.
In the sky
We got identity
Without earth
Value of sky
Nothing nothing.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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In Between Breaths I Take
You are not specifically on my mind,
When I write.
Nor are you far away,
From impressions that seem to linger.
You have been a part of my life for too long.
And you sit among my favorite experiences.
With the image of your face...
Clinging as a craving,
I could not or would not ever replace.
But you are not specifically on my mind,
When I write.
And I do make attempts,
To do that 'all' the time!
Convinced the act of it,
Keeps me disciplined...
And making good use,
Of that time!
Nor are you far away,
From impressions that seem to linger.
Your eyes.
Your voice.
And the soothness of it,
That haunts the emptiness of my heart.
The only time you seem to be there constantly...
Is when I am not writing at all.
Or sleeping!
Or eating!
Or in between breaths I take!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I feel good now. I've gained all my weight back after getting stoned for three weeks and not eating and not sleeping much. I've been coming by my mom's and eating food.
quote by Marc Wallice
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Don't You Know?
despite my love for it
writing also gets tiresome
my seat is hot
because i've been sitting
for a long time
my head is on fire
my soul is burning
my heart is that burning
bush that Moses watched
those that see me here
only see a body sitting on
the cushioned gray computer
chair, hands running like a child
on the playground of keys
as though everything is
alright on the park
even without the teacher
or the mother
it as though there is no
problem
but really there are
in fact too many
the writing seemingly
not diminishing
nothing solved
my ring finger actually aches.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ultimate resort
You pervade me
My ultimate resort.
I am with you
While sitting eating
Walking sleeping.
In each and every work
I am commiting mistakes
And mistakes and mistakes
Except you nobody is there
To forgive me
Forgive me I crave it.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Remembering Roald Dahl - The Pig
firecrackers
were noisier
than the hosts
the pigs when
they were ushered
in three days ago
well, the crackers
since they were
invented were
to frighten away
the nien monster that
came plaguing
villagers every year
and their job is
to be loud to -
drown out the old year
and rock in the new
year of the Pig
really drew out
the pig in me
i have been
spending
the whole time eating,
sleeping, writing poetry
and watching CDs
nothing particularly Chinese
I had observed except
the red T shirts I wore
to give some identity
to my roots, some respect
red is for luck and is a
divine prescription to
do away with nien as it
does not like red hot fiery red
another reason why crackers
are always red
well, me was born in the year
of the pig 47 years ago
and according to Chinese zodiac
have a good knowledge
of how to luxuriate in the
goodness of this world
my greatest weakness
however, is not knowing
who to trust
a vulnerability
that can cause one
to falter into the smallest of traps
naive and clumsy
the way the pig walks
as he balances the weight
of his overindulgence
a real pig who trusts
the world so much
he spends most
of his time sleeping,
eating and make merry
what a difference
to Roald's pig
who sensed
all the schemes
master farm drew up
since day one they met
- to strip him to his bones
every ounce of his bulge
drew out every inch
of the capitalist in him
and what a smart thing
the Pig did - eating master farm
before he could gut him,
barbecue him, skewer him
onto hooks in the market
crash him into pieces
for soup, rolls and pies
i wish i can be roald's pig
born to be street smart
a whole brain of go getting cells
a whole bundle of thoughts
to be a winner of life
a whole belly to stuff his master in
by john tiong chunghoo
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Once Found Boring
Once found boring!
Now so adored.
Those we accused,
Of hanging up...
Their dancing shoes.
To choose a life,
Free of partying...
Night after night.
Instead of sleeping and getting,
Their rest.
Eating right.
As they carefully watched,
Their appetites.
Once found boring!
Now so adored.
Those we accused,
Of hanging up...
Their dancing shoes.
To choose a life,
Free of partying...
Night after night.
Instead of sleeping and getting,
Their rest.
Eating right.
As they carefully watched,
Their appetites.
And now they are the ones...
Alone home sitting,
Wishing to rid from...
Those aches and pains to them have come.
While those once found boring,
Seem to do whatever they choose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To be always intending to make a new and better life but never to find time to set about it is as to put off eating and drinking and sleeping from one day to the next until you're dead.
quote by Og Mandino
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It Is Time To Write A Poem For My Soul
IT IS TIME TO WRITE A POEM FOR MY SOUL
It is time to write a poem for my soul-
To wake it up a bit this morning
So many errands have been done
So much walking and looking and buying and bringing
So much cleaning and eating and drinking
So many many physical things-
It is time to write a poem for my soul
And wake up a bit this morning
And come back to who I really am
When I feel I really am-
Writing a poem gives me my soul back-
And writing this I come home to who I am-
A poem is my soul
And I am writing it now.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Hate Eating Alone In Public
I sat alone to eat at a restaurant today
For the first time in public today
I gotta say I hate eating alone
I used to ask total strangers to eat with me
And I would tell them that I would pay
So they would eat with me
This one guy must of thought I liked him
And that wasn't the case
I just wanted someone to eat with me
He gave me compliments
We had a great conversation
It was fun eating with him
Than I realized
He thought we were on a date
When he said
I never had a girl ask me out
But I didn't have the heart to tell him
I only asked him out to eat
Because I didn't want to eat alone in public
He asked for my number
So I gave him my number
But I never called him back
And if that had been a date
I would of called him back
But it wasn't a date
Now I'm sitting in a restaurant eating alone
And having all these people stare at me
And it make it worse they're all here with a date
And I'm eating here alone
Woman Driving, Man Sleeping
Woman driving, man sleeping.
Wear the suitcase on the rack.
White lines shooting by,
On the pavement like the sky.
Looking straight ahead, into the black.
Woman driving, man sleeping.
Theres no radio to play.
Sitting with the map,
Laying crumpled on her lap.
Looking for the toll money to pay.
(chorus)
Man sleeping is man dreaming,
In a large apartment house.
Walking and knocking on doors.
Woman driving, man sleeping.
Passin all the other cars.
Searching in the black,
But never turning to look back.
A little metal box under the stars.
(chorus)
Woman driving, man sleeping. (x2)
song performed by by Eels
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I Come Alive In Writing
I come alive in writing
Even if the writing means nothing to anyone else-
I come alive in writing
Even if I am totally deluding myself as to its value-
I come alive in writing
Even if at times while writing there is an underlying hopelessness and despair -
I come alive in writing
As if writing is what God has given me to do-
I come alive in writing
As if through it I can truly give to and help others-
I come alive in writing
As if life has meaning through it-
I come alive in writing
Even when I sense the writing is not good or great
As I would wish it to be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Guide to Eating Meat
Eating a little beef
Could cause a Hindu grief,
Eating too much chicken
Can make a person sicken,
Eating lots of lamb
Is preferable to Spam,
Eating a leg of pork
Won't make the neighbours talk,
But eating Mum and Dad
Is DEFINITELY BAD! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Sleeping In The Middle Of The Bed Again
Call it a love song,
Howl like a newborn.
Trying hard to stay warm.
..............
Edition to apocalypse,
Looking for the big hit,
..............
..............
Time after time,
I blow me away...
Sign on the streets now,
Running on the .... now.
Winters here I believe its here to stay.
I read somewhere that religion is for people
Who want to stay out of hell.
I was praying for a sign or a vision or a message
Til you been there you wont get well.
I was sitting in a room, I never recognized it
For the picture before my eyes.
I was sleeping in the middle of the bed again,
Im not sure this qualifies.
Lost in a crosswalk,
Battle on the half ....
Calling cause I cant talk,
Trying til the fire caught up with me.
Flashing like a neon,
Noisy as an a-bomb.
Looking to the beyond,
Staring and laughing at eternity.
Time after time,
I blow me away,
Time on the street now.
Run like I pray now.
Winters here I believe its here to stay.
I read somewhere that religion is for people
Who want to stay out of hell.
I was praying for a sign or a vision or a message
Til you been there you wont get well.
I was sitting in a room,
I never recognized it for the picture before my eyes.
I was sleeping in the middle of the bed again,
Im not sure this qualifies.
I read somewhere that religion is for people,
Who swear they need to be saved.
Im sleeping in the middle of the bed again,
You can trust me I will be brave.
song performed by by Chicago
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The hard part of writing at all is sitting your ass down in a chair and writing it. There's always something better to do, like I've got an interview, sharpening the pencils, trimming the roses. There's always something better to do. Going to a writer's club?
quote by Jerry Pournelle
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A Poet's Rue
I remember as a young boy
Sitting on top Mount Parnassus
Consumed in writing I enjoyed.
Mostly poetry to express
At the time my innermost thoughts
While below my childhood playmates
Romped and played and most often fought.
And myself trying to translate
Feelings into coherent thought
And writing them down on paper.
I recollect those times that taught
Self- discipline behavior.
Yet if I lived it all again
I would be one of those children.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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By ignoring a lot of American culture you can write more interesting stories. Unfortunately, if you were writing about America as it is, you'd be writing about a lot of people sitting in front of television sets.
quote by Richard Russo
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Mysteries Of Cooling Hamburgers
what's up?
not much slowly
eating two hamburgers
as reflective writing
sounds cool
yes time soft seconds passing
has this effect upon hamburgers
neglected time paces cooling
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Way We Were
sipping one coffee
licking same ice cream on the cone
spraying same perfume
drinking one coca-cola
eating same slice of pizza
bathing together
sleeping in one bed cover
one fried egg sunny side up
seeing through
one empty hole of dunkin' doughnut
laughing on grin jokes
holding hands while walking
on the boulevard
admiring the sunset
sitting on the bench
under the moon
your head resting on my shoulder
kisses for the night
we made love....
how can we ever forget?
the way we were
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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