A Philosophy In Life
when you read that poem about deleting Maureen
i regret to have given you the wrong spelling for delet...
i know it lacks an e.
but i do not wish to delet it anymore or even edit it.
i have this philosophy in life you know
do not go back
leave all your tracks as they were once made
do not edit life
let them see how mistakes were made and how they need not be corrected
simply because you know that
people are patient and they understand the common ground of our humanity
errors, not eros.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Second Day of Class
This sylph came forward
from the second row
the second day of class
and asked if
I would edit her poem
so it would read
the way it should.
I told her straightaway
that even though
this was writing class
and I was the instructor,
I couldn't edit her poem
and still have the poem be hers.
Editing her poem, I said,
would be a little like rape,
just painful in a different way
whether she understood that
yet or not.
poem by Donal Mahoney
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How To React With A Letter From Maureen
well, it is simple.
delet it right away
block Maureen
and poor Maureen
she is dead.
everybody happy?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Giving A Poem Away
A person asked if they can use my comment/poem.
I said sure without even asking why.
Giving a poem away, that put things in a different perspective for me.
I didn't even title it yet or edit it so I see no harm.
I told them to give her a name, and fix her mistakes.
Full consent has been given with a signature signed.
I doubt they'll use it for profit anyways nor do I really care.
For I'm not in it for the money.
Not that their much money to be made in writing anyways at least from what I understand.
So I hope it serves a good purpose whatever that maybe.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Three Letter Word
How cruel it is when we just delet names of people whom we care about from our life. It feels nothing to delet a name? Does it not hurt the feelings of heart? My heart really bleeds when I have to forget someone who meant everything to me. Emotions have started to have no value all of a sudden. So broken I feel when a name of someone I have loved gets deleted. I even weep and scream with my full strength. Helpless I feel and nothing remains to be said. Three letter word of I Love You can change a lot.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Here, Here My Dear
we honestly did not intend to build a palace in the sky
you must understand our disappointments and sorrows
that is why we are playing with our hands on the sands of time
we do not intend to challenge the waters on the shore
we do not mind if everything we built is erased by it
we are merely squandering time because we have nothing meaningful to do anymore
we cannot simply delet ourselves like some innocuous words in the
sentence
we have no power to simply burst like a balloon release ourselves as air and leave the empty rubber on the ground
we have codes in our bones some inscriptions on our skins
the instructions are vague and incomplete that is why we are being held here with the caprices of too much waiting
come join us let us play on the sands of time let us swim on the
shallow seas of our usual existences
it is not fun really but it can be if we think it to be
it is all in the mind it is beautified by the heart
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Had A Poem/But It Was Not Perfect
I HAD A POEM/ BUT IT WAS NOT PERFECT
I had a poem
But it was not perfect
I corrected it
And lost it
I corrected it again
And lost it again
I lost it and lost it
And corrected it and corrected it.
Finally it was a poem sort of
But not the poem I began with
And not the poem I wanted
And not the poem I loved
It was a poem
Which made the best of what was
When it knew
At its beginning
There was something better.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Live I Did and Still Do
Wrong I may have been,
When decisions then were made.
From a past I believed to live right,
As I perceived my life to be.
As was lived cautiously,
With a thoughtful insight...
Kept protectively within me.
But I will not fight against,
Those who hold...
Old and fixed defenses.
With an irreplaceable stubbornness.
As if mistakes I've made,
I have not learned from and still exist.
Wrong I may have been,
When decidions then were made.
But back then when I made them,
Living my life...
Whether others felt I was wrong or right,
Live I did.
And still do to improve.
Excuses made for what I've done...
Will not change a thing for anyone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Do Not Correct Mistakes … I Play
it so happens that
i post a poem with some errors
not of feeling but of
grammatical lapses and she is afraid
that people may begin to belittle me for such
unforgivable simplicities of
mistakes unaccounted
but i tell her even beforehand that i am
always unapologetic
even unkind
or indifferent
i am a person who does not go back
to review
and correct errors
i laugh at them knowing that they have deceived
me into such a corruption
somehow life is like that
we rush to get out of a door only
to find the wrong key in our hand
and we are having a hard time
opening that
which we closed
and we cannot enter anymore
except when when we break the door &
open it forcefully
with a hammer
the noise is painful
having to break in
your own room with locks forced open
like an invasion of your own
body destroying it
breaking your heart or
bones
tearing your skins apart
or slicing some flesh
because you made a mistake
i like lapses,
errors are not supposed to be
minded at
life is like that
no crying for what is there already
sometimes
i don't even solve puzzles
i let them be their own problems
as i sit on the sands
watching the sun
set
feeling the cool winds when the
world starts to lose
its light
and surrender all its arms
to the power of
darkness
and when it gets too dark
i begin to play again
like a child left by mother
abandoned
by father
under the moon under the rain
and all alone.
i like it when i listen
to the bliss of my own wild
laughter
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Abstraction Fo The Word Chirp....
i hear birds chirping
early morning
on those trees
clouds arrive, light
spreads,
green becomes too green
in the fields of
life,
i hear birds chirping
sweet to my ear
i give it priority
abstract. delet morning
move out clouds from the picture
double click green fields
focus on life
delet birds
add volume to chirping
it is all chirping now
just chirping
chirping chirping
the essence of chirp.
i have abstracted it from
everything else.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Only If I Could
I've made a lot of mistakes throughout my life
there are many things in life I regret I didn't do earlier
there are choices I've made in my life
I wish I could take them back
but, now it's too late cause I'm getting older
tick-Tack Tick-Tack
The clock won't stop
The time is slipping away
Only if I could
I would go back in the past
and change the mistakes I've made
and do everything I didn't do
Now, I'm about to die
there's no much time to have fun
to share one last kiss with the loves one
oh, that's life
enjoy it now my friend
love as long as can
do what you want to do
like what you do
Only if I could
I would restart my life all over again
I would restart my journey in a better way
we only live once
so, enjoy it
don't wait for later
because it would get colder
Once again
life is short
so enjoy it my dear dear friend
Only If I could
poem by Guenael Oristel
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Incredible, though it may seem...
This is still not a poem.
This, is still not a poem.
This is still not a poem!
This is still, not a poem.
This, is still not a poem?
This is still; not a poem.
This, is still, not a poem.
The system will still not let me delet this.
poem by William Jackson
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One Cannot Save the Whole World.
However, one can save one of few
Because everybody is on their way, eventually all became new.
Life is a school room for all of us here,
Miracle do not happen too often, at last until we became sincere.
If one has a bad life style which ruins the health,
One cannot be healed in a moment.
When continues that same which caused the first time,
No way the miracle will help, not even in another prime.
What can we do? Just go on, tell what is on your mind,
But do not try hard, just relax, do your best and unwind.
Whoever understand what you try to teach,
Call it good, be content with those, who you can reach.
There is no place to pick up an argument,
Try to prove only your way is competent,
Love the people who listens to your idea,
Let go the rest, let them learn their lesson in what is their area.
However, do not just read other messages,
Politely say something nice until it fits your experiences,
Or just tell the person to read your poem,
When you just want to get more attention on your system.
So, teach something positive which can help others
Give the world what knowledge you gathered, love your brothers
With negative messages you ruin more life,
When you rattle about your misery, giving them more strife.
This is the way the world goes around,
Do your bet to give others whatever you found,
In the last days we will edit each other,
As the Bible predicts, do your best to make life better.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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The brake
I can correct mistakes
But write with mistakes.
I can edit passages
But am poor in creating ones.
A brake is not an accelerator.
It serves us as a regulator.
19.11.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Now that I can edit the whole thing on AVID and edit the whole thing on tape, maybe I will do the next digitally, because maybe the quality will become less obvious between tape and film.
quote by Michael Apted
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Poetry Of Survival Education(2)
1) Delet the auxiliaries 'will, would, shall, may, might, do, does, did, has, have,
had, must
but live only with the two auxiliaries 'should and shouldn't'
2) Delet the auxiliaries 'will, would, shall, may, might, do, does, did, has, have,
had, must
but live only with the two auxiliaries 'should and shouldn't'
3) Delet the auxiliaries 'will, would, shall, may, might, do, does, did, has, have,
had, must
but live only with the two auxiliaries 'should and shouldn't'
full stop(.)
All My Roads
Looking back from where I stand tonight
I wouldnt change a thing about my life
Wrong turns I had to take back in those crazy years
Could not have been mistakes if they brought me here
cause all my roads have led me to
This night, this love I share with you
And though the road was never smooth
Life has made me someone who
Could be the right someone for you
I dont regret a single broken heart
That taught me what love is and what its not
Someone must have planned our two paths would cross
I couldnt see it then but I was never lost
cause all my roads have led me to
This night, this love I share with you
And though the road was never smooth
Life has made me someone who
Could be the right someone for you
Detours, dead ends, endless explorations
You were my only destination
cause all my roads have led me to
This night, this love I share with you
And though the road was never smooth
Life has made me someone who
Could be the right someone for you
song performed by by Collin Raye
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A result in
Why most of the cases result in sadness?
Why doe it not represent some sort of gladness?
It is in fact fragrance of fine blend
It mast last forever and remain unbend
As the days and months go by
We forget the things and don’t try
It brings only grief and pain
Why all those year we wasted and went in vain?
You still pass on the blame
Al sincerity you owe and claim
What was your real aim?
Why do you allege now and frame?
You pushed me to forefront
I was not sore and bore the brunt
You dead all bad to me to malign
You were not meant to be serious to align
I was forced to become refugee
It made me weary and compelled to flee
I became salve and not free
You had uprooted complete tree
You sounded me to be alert
You were soon to scuttle and subvert
You could possible try and avert
You proved to be cunning and expert
You considered it as simple game
You brought it to low level with shame
You not only brought slur on my name
But dragged me unnecessarily to frame
This may be real game to bring discredit
It needs no firm efforts to edit
You can form it any time and remove very next
There no need to prepare very good text
I stand alone in the midst of desert
I can’t delet anything or insert
It is pure enraged life with shame
No good news at all finally came
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Just sick, sick sick and tired
I won't reply your messages,
I won't reply your comments
and I won't go to your page.
I am sick sick sick and tired of
getting messages saying 'hi,
please add me on MSN'
i won't.
So, don't bother messaging me.
I won't reply. I'll delet it immediately.
But hey, I don't mind comments.
Although I will delet the weird ones?
poem by ashley McC
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Life is a Poem
Life is a Poem
Read it or Write it
Create it
Never regret it
Enjoy it
Don’t look at the Words
Forget the Poet
Read the message in it
If you like it
Adapt it
Do not reject it
Simply forget it
Read the next poem
If you like it
Embed it in the Heart
Spread the Message
Enjoy life’s Passage
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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What Happens To People
What happens to people?
We see them in these moments of their lives young and happy smiling as if there is no reason to ever think it will not be alright
And then we see them years later
And they have become something else
And all that youth and beauty and happiness is not there anymore
And we wonder what life is about
And why it happens to people this way
And why we can’t always stay where we were in those times when we were young and happy
We wonder why God made it be this way
And we feel a pain and a sadness and a regret and a wonder
Why God made it this way and what happens to people
And why in this life my life your life our life it cannot forever stay as it was when we were young and happy
And we have no answer but only a question we would rather not have
poem by Shalom Freedman
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