I like the sound of violin
Sharp and probing
Pricking like needles
My heart is numb and painful
Acupuncture violin
Pricking my heart my soul
I become lost too unbecoming
My defined peace
It is here in settled absences
Nothing fills it
Now it must be something coming new
Filling pricking needles of violins
Make me live make me pain some more.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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PINS AND NEEDLES
Is it cramp from the damp as we camp
sit still online from dawn till lit lamp,
or hairs rising from head
when uncertain ahead
why excitement removes trace of cramp?
31 August 2009
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Pins and Needles Etymology
Date: 1813
: a pricking tingling sensation in a limb growing numb or recovering from numbness
on pins and needles: in a nervous or jumpy state of anticipation
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Savoring The Images Of An Early Morning Sunshine
needles of light
pricking your face like Chinese
acupuncture
blue and white butterfly-clouds
gray crab-stones
beetle-pebbles
showers of golden-dusts
emerald mountains
ruby-twilight
turquoise-blue-drea ms
diamond hopes
platinum-self.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Bomb
today the sun is furious
it brought some needles
pricking my skin
somehow it is telling
me something
this global warming thing
is true
something worst will
come when the
sun shall bring
the bomb.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poetic Heart
this poetic heart bleeds,
but you will never see blood,
there is pain, pulsating
and pricking, needles and pins
without the cushion, but there is not
a sense of bother, it is here,
and it is there, and it is everywhere,
the body does not complain
to this routine, of self-genuflection,
this is it, and it is familiar, like
old friends meeting again
with white hair and wrinkled
faces, it is full, and it knows
what emptiness is, it releases
air, it deflates, it becomes too light,
it becomes a blank sheet of
white paper. Words
write themselves. Thoughts land
like doves. It is wide like an
open sea.The winds are cool.
And seagulls begin to fly low.
Catching fishes.
Sea caps and lonely sails.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Silver Needles
(ian hunter)
Youre just a stranger in the past
Just another mug that could never last
You came up slow but you burned out fast (didnt ya)
It aint silver needles on the run
No it aint silver needles on the run
It aint silver needles on the run
Shh you make me feel so bad
You thought you was the only one that got messed up
Me n all the others never had it so rough
Well how come youre dead and Im still stood up
Well it aint silver needles on the run
Silver needles on the run
No it aint silver needles on the run
Oh I remember....
All your plans were made on some pr floor
n all your bags were packed, they never reached the door.
Out ordering (? ) your thought exchange
All your brains were acting strange
You never lied in dreams before
There must be more to life than getting sore
(what do you think? )
I seen in some music paper that you was gone
And I went right out and wrote you a farewell song
Boy, they had you dead before you was born
And its a shame - you were such a great mover
But it aint silver needles on the run
No it aint silver needles on the run
Silver needles on the run
Silver needles on the run
Silver needles on the run
Silver needles on the run
(next)
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Pins And Needles
(Janis Carnes, Rick Carnes, Chip Hardy)
Chorus:
Pins and needles
Needles and pins
One by one I feel them at my heart again
I think I'm getting over you and then
Pins and needles
Needles and pins
I don't know why
I get uneasy
Every time I hear your name
I feel a sting from every memory
That we made
Repeat Chorus
That tiny ache
Can always find me
Anytime that you are near
Those little things
Can still remind me
That you don't care
Repeat Chorus
(Pins and needles
Pins and needles
Pins and needles
Needles and pins)
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Pins & Needles
(janis carnes, rick carnes, chip hardy)
Chorus:
Pins and needles
Needles and pins
One by one I feel them at my heart again
I think Im getting over you and then
Pins and needles
Needles and pins
I dont know why
I get uneasy
Every time I hear your name
I feel a sting from every memory
That we made
Repeat chorus
That tiny ache
Can always find me
Anytime that you are near
Those little things
Can still remind me
That you dont care
Repeat chorus
(pins and needles
Pins and needles
Pins and needles
Needles and pins)
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Needles & Pins
Saw him today
I saw his face, it was the face I love
And I knew I had to run away
And get down on my knees and pray
That they go away but still they begin
Needles and pins
Because of all my pride
The tears I gotta hide
Hey I thought I was smart
Id won his heart
I didnt think Id lose
But I see she worst to him than me
Let him go ahead take her love instead
And one day he will see
Just how to say please
Wow and get down on his knees
Thats how it begins
Hurtin him hurtin him
Why cant I stop and tell myself
Its wrong so wrong
Why cant I stand up
Tell myself to be strong
Because I saw him today
I saw his face it was the face I love
I cant let go, although I know
Hell make me cry until the day I die
But people I got to live now
Wow lord knows I should forgive now
Thats how they begin
Youll feel those needles and pins
Somebody stopem now
Stop those needles and pins
Somebody takeem away now
Stop those needles and pins
(repeat and fade)
song performed by by Cher
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Till
Till these eyes pop out from its sockets
Drop like marbles on the floor
Roll to dust and sand and be gone,
Till my back aches no more with
A thousand needles pricking me up higher
To my neck, my nape higher all over my head,
Till my arms break into quarters of bones
Till my hands disjoin from their fingers
Till this heart burst to segregated chambers,
Till my solid self disintegrates into meaningless pieces
Till everything in me returns to dust flies to air,
I will never cease composing all of you
Words without sounds, sounds without images
I will not
Stop giving you the image that you desire, the sound that would be musical,
To the ears of this world, to the farthest celestial ears of this universe,
My dear words, You all have the right to become my poetry, the poetry.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Truth I Weep
wondering in the maze of life
somewhere i stopped on a hyacinth
O' my hyacinth
picking it in my hands
the fragrance though spread
overwhelmed in the perfume of it
i wanted to admit
the beauty of love i had for it
with a pricking pain
i saw the thorns
never with a hyacinth
but there were they
to grin was my compulsion
to laugh was the only way
to not let the heart break
i know the pain
but cant let you suffer
O' my hyacinth
cant let you suffer
cant let you suffer
poem by Gule Rukhsar
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By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, whoever knocks!
William Shakespeare in Macbeth
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Valentine's Day Massacre
Lonely tears, long and lonely thorns
Pricking at the lonely hearts
Bleeding ravenously, angrily
Blood-thirsty.
This is my Valentine's Day.
And now you are seeing me bleed,
Seeing me cry, seeing me live,
Seeing me die.
This is my Valentine's Day.
You tore apart my heart
Only to satisfy your selfish needs,
And let me bleeding here on my knees.
10 thousand pieces, that I can't pickup again
This time, they will not mend.
This is my Valentine's Day.
And now you've seen me here,
You've destroyed me - I am naked,
With no cloak of love to protect me any longer.
This is my Valentine's Day-
You massacred my heart.
The fishbone in your throat
Something you swallowed
Sticks to your throat
And you do not really like it,
You suspect it is a bone
Of a fish
It hurts
you get a cat to
Scratch
Your neck,
You feel the needle
Pricking your
Esophagus,
Tonight you cannot sleep
The pain stays
Throughout your mind
Your body
And you remember then
The friend who betrayed you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Song of Painful Plea 1
Who adulterated our kerosene?
Where are they? Where do they live?
Unimaginable pains I have seen
For their greed I live in grief
Broken hearts and scars
Fills every where like cars
Aftermath of deceptive greed
We did no wrong
We hurt no one,
As innocent as the babe
And fresher than the day
Your hearts are charcoals and
Your conscience as dead as Latin
Let thy evil pursue thee like a cat
After a mouse, thou shall experience
The pains you’ve inflicted as boomerang
Young ones kept captives of pricking pain,
Praying for freedom by the day
Old ones gnash fragile teeth and say;
“In all where’s the illusive gain?
We are your sisters, wives and mothers”
Who adulterated our kerosene?
Where are they? Where do they live?
Are they the visionless touts in the crowded street?
Or the greedy man
Standing at the podium, in black suit?
poem by Ingibo Benson
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Man
visioned
To rise to fall
Pricking conscience pricks
Consciousness wakes but wakeful so
Inert
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Needles & Pins
I saw her today, I saw her face
It was a face I loved and I knew
I had to run away
And get down on my knees and pray
That thered come a day
And still it begins, needles and pins
Because of all my pride
The tears Ive got to hide
Oh, I thought I was smart
Ill hold her heart
Didnt think Id do
But know I see
Shes worse to him than me
Let her go ahead, and take his love instead
And one day she will see
Just how to say please
And get down on her knees
Yeah thats how it begins
Needles and pins
I know, I know
Why cant I stop and tell myself Im wrong,
Im wrong, so wrong
Why cant I stand up
And tell myself Im strong?
Because I saw her today, I saw her face
It was a face I loved and I knew
I had to run away
And get down on my knees and pray
Let there come a day
And still it begins, needles and pins
Because of all my pride
The tears Ive got to hide
Oh, like needles and pins
Needles and pins
Needles and pins
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Woman likes two extremes
Be a wicked or a witty
To pivot a woman
She likes either pricking or tingling.
The former gives her thrust.
The latter gives her a crest.
16.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Needles & Pins
I saw her today, I saw her face it was a face I love
And I knew I had to run away and get down on my knees and pray that they go away
Still it begins needles and pins
Because of all my pride the tears I gotta hide
Oh I thought I was smart I stole her heart
Didnt think I do but now I see
Shes worse to him than me let her go ahead
Take his love instead and one day she will see just how to save me
And get down on her knees thats how it begins
Shell feel those needles and pins - oh, no - oh, no
Why cant I stop and tell myself Im wrong, Im wrong, so wrong
Why cant I stand up and tell myself Im strong because I saw her today
I saw her face it was a face I love
And I knew I had to run away and get down on my knees and pray that they go away
Still it begins needles and pins
Because of all my pride the tears I gotta hide
Hey! needles and pins needles and pins needles and pins
song performed by by Ramones
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D e s p i t e 1865
...in the beginning,
when insignificance
upheld its worth
and passed torch
to pertinence,
vouchsafing they
who laid down their souls
in fresh cotton fields
with leaves hung on stems,
hot. bloody sharp
as rusted steel knives,
pricking and piercing,
the sweating paled flesh,
the pulse twitching nerves
of subluxed spines,
over again,
and over again -
over and over again
for water and stale cornbread.
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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Pain
Pain—sharpen but yet dull and painless.
So numb to the pain given to my body that instead of rejecting it, my heart automatically accepts the pain.
Like medicine to the soul, pain seems to be my healer.
Pain seems to bring together life and death.
Pain seems to soothe the soul because without Pain I would be weak: timid: short: and unfulfilled.
You see pain is needed to make a person stronger.
Pain is needed to make a person un-afraid of hurt.
Pain is needed to make a person stand up, be proud and walk tall because they are more certain of the future.
Pain is needed to make one feel more fulfilled.
All because of these feelings my heart becomes full but it brings me back to the root cause: PAIN.
This 4 letter word causes hearts to be crushed relentlessly. It dishevels emotions once grounded and bruises egos. Pain.
Pain. My painkiller.
Pain. My happy endings.
Pain. My way out.
Pain. My life.
poem by Crystal Tutson
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