Without Waiting
In a desolate corner of the graveyard
I found a memorial stone.
Inscribed "Lawrence,4 hours,
Opened his eyes to the squalor around,
Shed a dropp of tears at the misery,
And closed his eyes"
Without waiting for the love to blossom,
Without a care for the bud
Blooming in his mother's eyes!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Love Amidst Squalor
He opened his eyes
And saw the squalor around,
Glistened his eyelids,
He shed it without a sound.
For months he was afloat
In the dark warm bay,
Waiting to arrive here
To live love and play!
She smiled as he cried,
Happy to see him land,
Life squirted from her bosom,
She could die just for his hand.
Yet as he opened his eyes
He saw only squalor around,
Her love couldn't hold him back,
His eyes closed without a sound!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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No Difference
i stared out the window
at the bare frozen limbs
of my favorite old tree...
i closed my eyes...
saw leaves bud forth
and turn green...
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.
i stared at the young girl
reading at a corner table
i closed my eyes...
and saw an old grandmother
washing dishes with her grandbabies
playing in the floor at her feet...
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.
i saw the young man
carrying his son on his shoulders
i closed my eyes...
and saw an old man standing
by his son's casket
draped by a flag...
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.
i saw an old man
standing on the corner begging
i closed my eyes...
i saw a young boy
playing ball in the street
laughing and dodging cars
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.
i saw a crack head shivering
by an electric heater in a bare apartment
i closed my eyes...
and saw a young a/g student
helping some kid with his math
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.
i saw a desperate girl
walking the streets
looking for a john
i closed my eyes...
and saw a young girl's room
stuffed animals on the bed
pictures of her and her daddy on the wall
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.
i saw a young man
wild-eyed with fear
in a prison cell
i closed my eyes...
i saw a young boy gone hunting
with his grandpa on thanksgiving morn
with his dog by his side
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.
i pulled back the veil of time...
knowing, there is no difference!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Reborn
(6/11/12)
I have been reborn for my life had been
Broken, shattered, and torn.
No future could I see
Till the day you came into me.
You opened my eyes to everything around
Including the people " I had put down".
You opened my heart to other peoples feelings
And left my mind completely reeling.
How could I have been so cold, so ruthless
To others needs, and on their sorrows I did feed.
I thought by climbing the ladder of success
I had to put down all the rest.
Then in a dream I saw myself being lowered
Down into the ground, and not one friend
Or family member to be found.
There was not one tear shed for me
Because of the way I used to be.
I woke up in a cold sweat, my hands
were trembling, My eyes were wet.
I had cried in that dream
For my life I had seen.
I fell to my knees and started to cry
When I felt you by my side.
I asked you: "if when I ask a question
And it was your will
If in my body I'd feel a chill."
You gave me the answers to change my life around
And in you - a new life I had found.
poem by Louis Rams
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Gazing In The Eyes Of My Sire
Not so long before he died
When he decided to have me
I saw a solemn promise
When he opened his eyes
His eyes were small but became wide
Whenever he looked at me
With an eye of loving care which now miss
And for it now I apprise
He wiped my tears when I cried
And chased the hunger out of me
He made sure I had all my peace
Through his bright eyes I could analyze
Not so long before he applied
All his plans for me
Before his dreams and life could kiss
When the wind blew him to the skies
Now he's gone leaving promises out they dried
More he had for me
But none I have
And it still pokes in my heart like a wire
When I remember the precious eyes of my sire
I was his pride
And he was mine too
I hardly saw his promises
When his eyes were closed
Unfortunately none were held in my hands
I try to cease the pain
But my tears still dropp like the rain
When I remember myself gazing in his eyes
The eyes of my sire.
poem by Walani Ndhlovu
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Cry For You
Your eyes are glistening with unshed tears
I've watched you grow through all these years
I can't comfort you, I don't know how
Though I wish to stop your pain right now
You're tears are refused their right to shed
Your thoughts are locked inside your head
You are imprisoning all of your emotions
I watch you just going through the motions
Water from my eyes begins to dropp
Because I can't make your pain stop
You won't show weakness, you'd prefer to be dead
So during your pain, your tears for you I'll shed
poem by Lenore Lee
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No... I Can Not Believe It
You've got my nose opened wide.
Wider than the sea,
And...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.
You've got my nose opened wide.
So wide people see.
And...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.
Wherever I go...
I know that this shows.
And...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.
I know it is exposed,
That you opened my nose!
And...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.
I walk on tip-toes,
With my eyes half closed.
And...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.
No...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.
I walk on tip-toes,
With an opened nose.
And...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.
And with my eyes closed too?
No...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.
No...
I can not believe it that you did this to me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Eyes
Every I closed my eyes
There any tears
that is calm
he knelt calmly
sitting in the Lotus
surface
Every I opened my eyes
There any ocean
There he is
the hand of his arms open
Every eye is headed
hatila blind
But you could
make your heart
always be
opened again
poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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My First Affair With That Older Woman
when I look back now
at the abuse I took from
her
I feel shame that I was so
innocent,
but I must say
she did match me drink for
drink,
and I realized that her life
her feelings for things
had been ruined
along the way
and that I was no mare than a
temporary
companion;
she was ten years older
and mortally hurt by the past
and the present;
she treated me badly:
desertion, other
men;
she brought me immense
pain,
continually;
s he lied, stole;
there was desertion,
other men,
yet we had our moments; and
our little soap opera ended
with her in a coma
in the hospital,
and I sat at her bed
for hours
talking to her,
and then she opened her eyes
and saw me:
"I knew it would be you,"
she said.
then hse closed her
eyes.
the next day she was
dead.
I drank alone
for two years
after that.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Graveyard
I drowned in the mud of past
Marsh that pushes me to the bottom slowly
To the life without new breath
Flower and stone, have you buried me well?
Soil and tears, just bring me something
I'm no longer chasing the sun I wait
And the rain long doesn't come
I'm lying in the white mass, green grass
Flower and stone, there is nothing to show
Soil and tears, blackeyes my funeral
Graveyard, graveyard
Give me tender, give me a kiss
Before it's too late, like miss
Graveyard, graveyard
My life's gone like a falling leaf
But at least I lived, for my belief
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Wasted Tears
At the height of my hysteria
While I was yet again choking on my tears
I realized just how many tears
I've shed for all of you
Over the years
Wasted is how I view them
Because wasted is what they are
And each tear plummeted down my face
It left behind a never fading scar
My precious tears none of you deserved
And the satisfaction of knowing I've shed then
Is what you've gained
But none of you care in the least
That shedding those tears
cruelly caused me so much pain
So I dry my eyes for the last time
And I hope you enjoyed that last show
Because I'm done wasting my tears on you
And am lettting you-
And all of the misery
Go
poem by Tiger Lily Love
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Phantom Bride
She was a shy girl from the lonely street
She had no job to do and no friends to meet
Shed sit in silence in her rented room
Dream of her childhood and invented truths
And in her mind shed drift away
A secret place to steal away
Dont you cry, dont you cry
Let me wipe away the tears from your eyes
Dont you cry, dont you cry
Let me wipe away the tears from your eyes
He was a good boy from the upside of town
Said her could treat her right said he could win her round
Her morning sickness and the kick inside
The phantom kisses of the phantom bride
And in her mind shed drift away
A secret place to steal away
Dont you cry, dont you cry
Let me wipe away the tears from your eyes
Dont you cry, dont you cry
Let me wipe away the tears from your eyes
And in her mind shed drift away
A secret place to steal away
Dont you cry, dont you cry
Let me wipe away the tears from your eyes
Dont you cry, dont you cry
Let me wipe away the tears from your eyes
No more lies
Dont you cry, dont you cry
Let me wipe away the tears from your eyes
Dont you cry, dont you cry
Let me wipe away the tears
Let me wipe away the tears
song performed by by Erasure
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A glimpse
a glimpse
the half opened door
some would say
a half closed door
it all depends on the
state of mind you are in
well half closed for pessismist
and half opened for optimist
half opened or half closed door
so long as it is open
and not close
a good exercise for the mind
of a story teller, novelist, a film maker
a glimpse at the half closed door
the mind is thrown open
like the kick you would give
a half opened door
so that you and pet cat could
glide through easily
the stories that start coming out
from a glimpse at the half opened door
agatha's murdered corpse lying behind
a stalker, a ghost in the corridor of the mind
from the glimpse of the half closed door
a million possibilities, ideas pouring forth
half closed door, half opened door
whichever way you may say
it is an opened door
a million stories, ideas, possibilities
knock at the door of my mind
a glimpse of the half closed, half opened door
my half closed half opened eyes
open themselves to my ever curious mind
boundless as the universe
inspired by
A Glimpse
A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove,
late of a winter night-And I unremark'd seated in a corner;
Of a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently approaching, and
seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand;
A long while, amid the noises of coming and going-of drinking and
oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little,
perhaps not a word.
Walt Whitman
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Tears
Tears...
Dry them!
Do it now!
You've spent enough time,
Giving grief your attention!
I shed them myself.
Not for hours, days or weeks!
But years!
That's all I could do!
That's all I felt my eyes were in my head,
To produce!
I realized my tears were not being felt,
By anyone else but myself.
I could not borrow empathy for my sorrows.
I dried those tears.
Took smiling lessons.
Believed I could fly...
Until I fell off the curb from a high,
I thought I enjoyed.
But 'weed' does not last too long!
I asked myself what was wrong?
It was me!
I could not believe it!
I had wanted to believe my tears came from something...
OR someone else.
But...
They were rolling down 'my' eyes.
And that agony was mine!
It wanted me more than I wanted it!
I got rid of it!
I became my friend!
My 'best' friend!
And like all good friends...
I learned to enjoy myself.
I learned that my happiness was deserving!
I began serving myself dosages of happiness...
On a daily basis!
Tears?
You can shed them if you want!
But I am willing to bet,
You'll be doing it by yourself!
And if you're happy doing it?
Be thankful.
Celebrate!
However...
If you find yourself delivering tears?
Find out 'who' is behind the production.
And 'why' you are left to pay the cost!
Such performances are usually not worthy,
Of the price paid!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I Opened My Eyes
I opened my eyes,
And determined I would only see Sun.
No matter who had said what to me.
Or the happenings in those yesterdays done.
I've begun to enjoy my walks through the rain.
Most times with pain I have learned not to prioritize.
When I opened my eyes my mind seemed to clear.
I looked into the mirror and saw what appeared.
And excuses for blemishes and flaws I magnitized...
Disappeared to allow me a living of my life as 'I' liked.
And asking someone how to do that...
Took an immediate backseat in my mind.
When I opened my eyes...
They were 'my' eyes to open.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brand New Me
(Kris Bergsnes/Lee Thomas Miller)
That morning sun was burnin' in my eyes
I could see a brand new day
And all the hurt and anger weighin' on my heart
Had begun to drift away
I saw it written on a church marquee as I drove into town
Said today's a new beginning friend
And I had to laugh out loud, 'cause there's no doubt
I'm a brand new me
I've been shattered by the storm but I survived
I'm a brand new me
I found a revelation in the tears I cried
I opened up my eyes
Oh, what a change I see
I'm a brand new me
There's a warrior and a victim living deep
Inside all of us
We have to choose to fight or surrender
When the world beats us up
I know where my weakness lies,
but I know it's a fight that I can win
I may get broken trying to get up
But I can't wait to start again, I'm gonna start again
I'm a brand new me
I've been shattered by the storm but I survived
I'm a brand new me
I found a revelation in the tears I cried
I opened up my eyes
Oh, what a change I see
I'm a brand new me
Days come and go, yeah they come
and go like a road with no end
Hope fades but never dies
Just look at me catchin' my second wind
I'm a brand new me
I've been shattered by the storm but I survived
I'm a brand new me
I found a revelation in the tears I cried
I opened up my eyes
Oh, what a change I see
I'm a brand new me
I'm a brand new me
I'm a brand new me
I'm a brand new me
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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How Strange It Seems
Im a hack driver in new york city
Ive got seven kids on the lower east side
Im not a strong man, Im not very pretty
But in rush hour hell you should see me drive
Im a dressmaker in louisiana
Stick my finger aint that a shame
People come to haggle and paw on my artwork
But no two of my dresses are ever the same
How strange it seems to be me
If tomorrow I opened my eyes
And found myself somewhere else
I wonder who Id be
Im the house man at a place called the exit
The last band I heard bored me to tears
But every so often I hear one that moves me
Love for the music is what keeps me here
How strange it seems to be me
I f tomorrow I opened my eyes
And found myself somewhere else
I wonder who Id be
Im a rich man
I aint talking bout money
Im blues singer at the eight by ten
You go out searching for some grand tomorrow
Dont worry bout me just drop by now and then
How strange it seems to be me
I f tomorrow I opened my eyes
And found myself somewhere else
I wonder who Id be
song performed by by Edwin McCain
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4 The Tears In Your Eyes (live) (feat. Wendy & Lisa)
4 the Tears in Your Eyes [Controversy Music, ASCAP - 1985]
------------------------ [From "We Are the World"]
Long ago, there was a man
Could change stone to bread
With one touch of his hand
Made the blind see
And the dumb understand
And he died 4 the tears in your eyes (your eyes)
Many people came from all around
To hear this man preach
The glorious sound
He spoke of man in harmony, and love abound
And he died 4 the tears in your eyes (your eyes)
Died 4 the tears in your eyes (your eyes)
4 the tears in your eyes, and the tears of sorrow
For 6 may be all that there were
For the rising sun each day assures us
The meek shall inherit the earth (the earth)
Faith is word, we all should try
In describing a man
Who willingly died
Believe that your sorrow, hunger, and fears
Is less than the tears in your eyes (your eyes)
(your eyes) (your eyes)
Less than the tears in your eyes (your eyes)
4 the tears in your eyes, and the tears of sorrow
For 6 may be all that there were
For the rising sun each day assures us
The meek shall inherit the earth (the earth)
4 the tears in your eyes, and the tears of sorrow
For 6 may be all that there were
For the rising sun each day assures us
The meek shall inherit the earth (the earth
song performed by by Prince
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Tears
Eyes are adored by everyone
but tears have their own tale to tell
understands none, the anguish & pain
of tears that are confined to the cell.
Flow of tears lightens one
none, call it shock
dropp of a tear is heartache
repressing tears, anger’s knock.
Sensitivity makes tears to flow
heartless has no tears to show
absence of tears making redundant, as it should
youthfulness and charming childhood.
Naked is the truth, tears make us weep
a lover for beloved, one loves so deep
mother’s feelings bring pearl like tears
sowing emotions, tears we reap.
Pointless, to shed tears for nothing
never squander tears for everything
tears denote emotional distress
a famine, a quack or extreme stress.
Imprisoned tears whenever freed
none is left who doesn’t grieve
shed the tears, but of happiness
and cheerfully, not of sadness.
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Sending An End Away
This comes as no surprise,
Your goodbye hurts my eyes.
These tears I can not stop...
Each dropp blocks my farewell.
And even though I know,
Tomorrow has to come...
It's still not in my heart,
To leave yesterday this way.
With a new beginning,
Sending an end away.
When morning brings to us sunrise,
Let us not speak of regret.
Let us not wish to stop time...
To fulfill promises not met!
Or any made left broken,
We should forgive and must forget.
When these hours come to pass...
And none are here to stay for good!
Let us ask ourselves,
If we've done the best we could.
And even though I know,
Tomorrow has to come...
It's still not in my heart,
To leave yesterday this way.
With a new beginning,
Sending an end away.
This comes as no surprise,
Your goodbye hurts my eyes.
These tears I can not stop...
Each dropp blocks my farewell.
And I should not take this time,
To sit and dwell!
But I will,
Wish you well...
As that hour comes,
To introduce something new
That has begun for everyone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They've Come
Today my mother and sisters
came to see me.
I had been alone a long time
with my poems, my pride . . . almost nothing.
My sister---the oldest---is grown up,
is blondish. An elemental dream
goes through her eyes: I told the youngest
"Life is sweet. Everything bad comes to an end."
My mother smiled as those who understand souls
tend to do;
She placed two hands on my shoulders.
She's staring at me . . .
and tears spring from my eyes.
We ate together in the warmest room
of the house.
Spring sky . . . to see it
all the windows were opened.
And while we talked together quietly
of so much that is old and forgotten,
My sister---the youngest---interrupts:
"The swallows are flying by us."
poem by Alfonsina Storni
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