Crop Circles
Created in fields of grain
Geometrics for all to ponder
Messages to receptive brains
Not meant for man to squander
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In the Vale of Llangollen
In the fields and the lanes again!
There's a bird that sings in my ear
Messages, messages;
The green cool song that I long to hear.
It pipes to me out of a tree
Messages, messages;
This is the voice of the sunshine,
This is the voice of grass and the trees.
It is the joy of Earth
Out of the heaven of the trees:
The voice of a bird in the sunshine singing me
Messages, messages.
poem by Arthur Symons
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Morning after morning he opens my ear that I may hear; And I have not rebelled, have not turned back.
that red ant is too small
for the mountain of
a grain of steamed rice
cold grain
alone on the floor
but he carries it
for something useful in
mind
for the queen
never has it resisted
a challenge
to serve
it does not have a back
to turn
in silence
it carries the burden
ears as antenna
detecting what must be kept
for good
for use
for other's consumption
it does not eat
whatever it finds
it simply does its duty
and gives
that is his treasure
must we too
open our ears
receive those messages
not keeping
any wisdom like a treasure
in the islands of
our convoluted brains
and simply giving
what we find
to all those thirsty
minds?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The creative and the receptive
To sing is creative; to listen is receptive.
To play is creative; to watch is receptive.
To write is creative; to read is receptive.
In sex, man is creative and woman, receptive.
21.09.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Before
Great Masters existed before Earth was created;
Before all was brought into existence
They stood chin high in wisdom
Before materiality, they knew what it was
like to be trapped inside matter
Before the body, they’d lived many lifetimes
Before seeds, they ate bread from harvest grain
Before oceans, they strung pearls
Where can you find such a Great Master?
Look within
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Given To Be Myth-ed
Messengers with messages sent,
Has been done.
Yet...
Many await the evidence brought to them,
By images they have created...
To make the seriousness of the messages,
Worthy of them to pay attention.
And unfortunately...
Physical images given to be myth-ed,
To have people convinced to believe...
Have never existed in reality.
Especially when truth,
Has been easily distorted and fed to deceive.
And 'THAT' which 'IS' is aware of this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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don't Sweat The Small Stuff
The road of life is mostly smooth
At other times can be quite curvy
When all goes well we're in the groove
Just as fast things go all 'Topsy-turvy'
Don't sweat the small stuff
For all that is, is meant to be
Smile when things get rough
Laugh in the face of absurdity
Life is short, and not so tough;
For in the end it's all small stuff
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This Sonnet Is Meant To Die
In hand clocked desert sands
Grain spread across the lands
Sky dived still reaching high
The sonnet meant to be mute
No word was it meant to say
All it wanted was to sway
A second longer than a lute
The sonnet meant to rise
Beyond a dark worn mask
Facing a bitterness dusk
Hiding in lights disguise
It never meant to heart
Though choked in the first breath
It never meant to flirt
Flirt with tokens of its own death
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Poppies
Poppies in the fields that we see
blowing in the wind,
when you were born
is that when you sinned?
Or was it the men that picked you clean
and destoyed just what it is you mean?
They've changed your purpose
and made you breed
something vicious to crave and need.
You were created by Godly power.
Men came along and let you devour
the brains and the bodies
in poisonous ways.
They confused your beauty
in excange for greed.
They made you the haunting
of those in need
on the streets of every city.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Yes Yes
when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low
when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountians and the sea and fire at the same time
He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.
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poem by Charles Bukowski
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American Idiot
don't wanna be an american
don't wanna nation under the brains of india
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
tat is wat it meant to be america
welcome to their new kind of attention
all across its alien nations
where everything is meant to be ok
terrorism is their dreams of 2moro
we are not the ones who are meant to follow
for thats nothing about to argue
well maybe i am a maggot for america
i am not a part of their parasatic agenda
nobody wants to do the propaganda
and they sing along till they get anoia
don't wanna be an american
don't wanna nation under the brains of india
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
tat is wat it meant to be america
welcome to their new kind of attention
all across its alien nations
where everything is meant to be ok
terrorism is their dreams of 2moro
we are not the ones who are meant to follow
for thats nothing about to argue.........
by AN AMERICAN IDIOT
The Killing Fields
Oh the lives that come and go
as the years go by
are taken by the sons of others
on the fields where they die.
Brother against brother
killing one another,
don't we wonder why?
Generation after generation
never seem to learn
that the killing fields are red with blood
as the wheels of life just turn.
The fields of the lands are meant for life
filled with so much joy.
Instead, those fields have fallen quiet
with each and every boy
that became intent on the quest for death
on the killing fields.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Jackass Vs. Elephant
One says 'Yes', the other 'No'
Jackasses bray n' Tuskers' blow
No matter what, they won't agree
Whilst;
Nothing gets done for you n' me
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RHYME vs. PROSE
Surely, it’s okay to ponder n’ suppose
When trying to express heart n’ mind
To weigh the merits of rhyme n’ prose
To ensure that truth’s not left behind
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Seeing Their Causes
to each his own
causes
they all preach
on the sidewalks
of our lives
i ponder
and even in my own home
i reflect
on all these
like the messages
in my emails
they have become nothing
but spam
i got my own
but i don't preach anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Wizard Within
The Id dwells in the subconscious mind
Very well disguised, and very well hid
Little understood, and much maligned
If loosed you'd be set free, 'God forbid'
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Mixed Messages
Youre sending me mixed messages
Mixed messages that I can hardly work through
Where the heart lies
Which message is coming truly from you
When I get too close to you
I feel the fear, can almost hear it
Then you call me late at night saying can I be with you
I wanna be with you
Youre sending me mixed messages
Mixed messages that I can hardly work through
Where the heart lies
Which message is coming truly from you
You keep your thoughts to yourself
You keep me guessing while were undressing
Then youre gone for days on end and
Here we go again
Here we go again
Youre sending me mixed messages
Mixed messages that I can hardly work through
Where the heart lies
Which message is coming truly from you
It cant keep bouncing around like this
You cut me loose then pull me in for a kiss
If you know what you want
Why dont you tell me, clearly
Wonder why it bothers me
I wonder why I even wonder why
If I had another lover, well, would it get to you
Would I get through
This puzzle of mixed messages
Mixed messages, that I can hardly work through
Where the heart lies
Which message is coming truly from you
Youre sending me mixed messages
Mixed messages that I can hardly work through
Where the heart lies
Which message is coming truly from you
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In deed
Back in the door
She 'plonks' the 'messages'
on the kitchen table.
'Messages',
Now who coined that term?
Isn't it the 'shopping',
The 'groc-er-ies'.
The mind does a playback
To the days when 'messages'
Were handwritten notes
By your grandnother in Ireland
To get some milk,
Or some bread
Or something.
Indeed.
poem by Harriet James
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Pain
It pounced upon him in an instant
Much like a monsoon's pelting rain
He'd never felt anything as intense
From a cruel demon known as pain
(For Gene)
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Whale Song
Waves! Be gentle, ‘til we end our song
On this our wedding day n' celebration
With great joy n' pleasure, to you sing;
Homage to mother sea we're beholden
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Look Up!
Do you know what's going on?
Look up!
Let your eyes see what's true
Witness the Military's biggest con,
That turns the skies, a milky blue
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