Back to the Atomic State...
he is looking for an opening
his eyes are angry
but his words are restrained
and will not
let the mouth speak about
emotions
in his place emotions are
rebels
and the owner of everything
will not like it
there are spies and soldiers
of decent speech
and modest actions
and anyone caught shall be
shot to death
or beaten till his flesh
bleeds no more
and so he is looking for an exit
an opening
but there is only nowhere
there is only somewhere
and time seems to be like a road
without a station
and emotions seem to just a random
of planets
evading a collision
that could have made him happy
when the whole universe
bangs against
each other
and thus end everything
everything
so he could become another atom again
beginning anew
on a virginal spin
in a nucleus world
where he can be truly himself again
he is so small
he is so negligible
and let it be again
that no one notices him
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Windows Of The World
Just like a rose without a thorn
Defenses fade, weve come undone
Desire, the answer for harmony
This moment together
We can see
Deep into the night
Were looking through the windows of the world
Underneath the sky
Were opening the windows of the world
We stay afloat on this sea of storms
The tides of time carry us along
Beginning and ending with what we know
Surrender emotions
Here we go
Deep into the night
Were looking through the windows of the world
Underneath the sky
Were opening the windows of the world
Beginning and ending with what we know
Surrender emotions
Here we go
Deep into the night
Were looking through the windows of the world
Underneath the sky
Were opening the windows of the world
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Painting dreams...
Gazing at an empty page,
Thoughts and emotions run wild.
A portrait of words come to life,
Like dreams of emotions dancing.
Images of us live on in written words,
Stirring my mind and emotions.
A world of dreams built within the mind,
Forever floating upon the emotions of fantasy...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Hang On To Your Emotions
When your imagination has too much to say
When the chill of the night meets the sweat of the day
And you have trouble understanding what other people have to say
Youd better
Hang on to your emotions, hang on to your emotions
When a demagogue inside your head has taken charge
And by default what you say or do is criticized
And this litany of failures is recited a thousand times
Youd better
Hang on to your emotions, hang on to your emotions
Could it be youve never felt like that
That your minds a cage - inside the cage a cat
That spits and scratches all it can get at
And thats you, and your emotions
Could it be youve never felt like that
Your minds a cage - inside the cage a rat
Rabidly trying to get it, you
And your emotions, you and your emotions
When your imagination has too much to say
When that facile voice inside your head says give your life away
You might think to ask - how it got that way
What books it has read - that make it that way
And where it got the right - to speak to anyone that way
Youd better
Hold on to your emotions, hold on to your emotions
When a night citys breeze blows across the room
And a 5 am moon and sun start their swoon
You hear your lovers breath
And not a moment too soon
You get to
Release all your emotions, you get to
Let go of your emotions, and now
Release all your emotions, youd better
Let go of your emotions
Release, I wanna let go
I wanna release, now
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Can You Hear Me?
Inspired by inspiration
A pen bleeds emotions ink
Saturating page in prose
As a parched palate, in need, have drink
Fluent, fluid, a liquid thought
Invisible until written free
Exposing itself in lettered form
Each line molding, what's soon to be?
Words oozing with vivid imagery
Capturing reader within its clasp
Eyes hearing, ears capturing site
A shared experience within words grasp
Inspired by Inspiration
A pen bleeds emotions ink
Drizzling, doodling, dripping
Ideas, can you hear me think?
poem by Wendy Bureau
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Soliloquy #2, On Creativity
mad at my arms
i promise not to stretch them
keep them
tied to my body with the
strong rope
of my fingers
i am fixed by the
locks of my hair
and cannot move for days
in boredom's kingdom
i try to take control
of my speech
i bite my tongue and it bleeds and
my mouth drinks
all the salt and red corpuscles
the platelets
decrease in number
it is like that
it happens sometimes
on the verge of
something killing
i am drinking myself to sustain myself
from this
fixation of the teeth
and gum
i close my eyes and remember
my eyelids are restless
about
the code
that i am the king of this
small universe
of a human body
my heart is the planet
my head is the sun
from now on
the emotions are caged like a
white bird
restrained to the vertical lines of
a cage
the waters of the mind
are squeezed and shall flow as directed
kept well inside
my solid dam
expect the next thing that
happens
the one that you dream
about
the bursting
of the bubble and the
explosion of another
wild
imagination
fireworks on the
jolly days of
july
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Charity and good deeds
Make charity
Make good deeds
For the common people
My poems are for the common people
Common people have emotions
I am a poet and
I look after the emotions
Emotions follow actions
This world is full of action
Action with devotion
Gives a man perfection
And a perfect man is
His best creation.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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When I say manage emotions, I only mean the really distressing, incapacitating emotions. Feeling emotions is what makes life rich. You need your passions.
quote by Daniel Goleman
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The Trigger Called Emotion
when emotions run high
poems come like
a tornado,
when emotions run low
what is happening
to you?
when emotions become
too suspicious
what is next to do?
will you pull the trigger of
the gun and leave
the handwritten note:
because i love
you so?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I am Filled with Emotions
I am filled of emotions taking more thoughts,
The crowd hears them, cool and calming;
My anger besets, my oration is here,
The words that seem to be loved are heard.
My thoughts are now words that are loved,
Love is a very wise thing, I look at some of the emotions
With a precise understanding, filling the mind.
Hear love enfold you, with faster actions
Create stations of thought and save the time.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Winner Of This Battle
It's those...
Emotions we must conquer.
Emotions we must conquer.
Emotions we must conquer.
It's those...
Emotions we must conquer.
Emotions we must conquer.
Emotions we must conquer,
With a chasing away.
And...
The winner of this battle,
Doesn't ride on a saddle.
Or wear outfits,
To impress anybody they've got it licked.
The winner of this battle,
Doesn't ride on a saddle.
Or wear outfits,
To impress anybody they've got it licked.
Some do not expose,
Their woes on their sleeves.
With a showing they can be compose,
To a degree.
Although they may struggle,
With many troubles...
People like this don't deny,
They don't seek a ride to hide...
And rush away on alibis.
The winner of this battle,
Doesn't ride on a saddle.
Or wear outfits,
To impress anybody they've got it licked.
The winner of this battle,
Doesn't ride on a saddle.
Or wear outfits,
To impress anybody they've got it licked.
It's those...
Emotions we must conquer.
Emotions we must conquer.
Emotions we must conquer.
And the winner of this of this battle,
Are those...
Emotions that are conquered.
Emotions that are conquered.
Emotions that are conquered.
The winner of this battle...
Are those emotions that are conquered.
Emotions that are conquered.
Emotions that are conquered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something Dumb Did
One's ability to purchase and acquire things,
Does not bring one into the center ring...
Of maturity.
To bow and be acknowledged under spotlight.
It's the letting go,
Without the screaming.
It's the absence of demeaning others.
With accusations to place and erase,
One's motivation to exit in escape.
With a taking of one's own steps made,
In the acceptance of mistakes.
A maturity arrives that enlightens one's life.
With no anticipation done.
To secure a maturity when it comes.
When someone realizes something dumb did...
Is the winning of a beginning of control one holds.
With emotions kept in balance.
On shoulders one can show so bold.
It's the letting go,
Without the screaming.
It's the absence of demeaning others.
With accusations to place and erase,
One's motivation to exit in escape.
When someone realizes something dumb did...
With emotions kept in balance.
On shoulders one can show so bold.
A maturity takes over.
One that is seen that needs not to be sold.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bleeds Through
My 'Bleeds Through' poems are of emotions that enter or escape as you read
If you feel a call to action, sadness, happiness, relative tingling
Or anything
Then something in those words bleed through into you
How the emotions contribute is the bleeding out
Bleeding is not of only blood
It is strictly the slow oozing of feeling
Until it eventually clots and stops
Read these with a open mind and heart
Let the words soak in and leave as they came
Slowly
March 14,2012
poem by Ryan Collins
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Sail Through Your Emotions, Don't Sink
Life, people say, a journey
Indeed, it is a journey through emotions
Life turns dry
If it is without that
Emotions steer the course of life
It drives you take directions
As in a journey there are stops or stages
We too come across in this
Inevitable life journey
A number of junctions
With an emotion stopping us
To take the appropriate direction
A journey could be smooth
And less cumbersome
With emotions not stopping us for long
And demanding tough decisions
Emotions are not absolute
Their nature and extent
Varying with previous journey experiences
As a kid the emotions go unregistered
And the stops do not long last
Journey goes on smoothly for most of us
As we advance in the journey
The emotions become strong
And they get registered
Making us spend long time
In identifying the so called right directions
Checking emotions and not yielding to them
Is indeed a wisdom
And not many are successful
In making this happen
It is well advised
Not to allow your emotions drown you
But to develop in you a float
So that you sail over them
Seeking divine guidance
Developing a taste for artful creations
Looking for opportunities in challenges
Schooling your mind against
Wild and negative thoughts
Heartfully laughing in testing circumstances
And out-of-the-box thinking
Are the prescriptions
For sailing over emotions
So that you will enjoy living
Save yourselves
Sail over emotions
Sink not into them
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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What Am I
I am the one that light cannot escape
I rip organic things from atom to atom
I am the beginning and the end
I devour time and worlds
I am death to everything
I was there in the beginning
I will be there when it all ends
I give and then take it all away
I am black as the darkest night
My core is so dense that a teaspoon weights more than the planet earth
I am so strong that light cannot escape me
I am gravity gone wild
I am super and colossal
My hunger cannot be quenched
I am the fire that burns to aches
I feed on all things great and small
I am the harvinger of things to come
I build and then destroy
My vastness cannot be calculated
I spin everything around
I will make you and then break you
I am the darkness
I am all things and everything
You cannot resist my pull
I cannot be overcome
I am death to all stars
I am dynamic in motion
I am the force that makes worlds collide
I bring it all together just to tear it all apart
I have no emotions nor do I have any fears
I give just to take it away again
I am the reaper of matter dark and light
I am futility incarnate
I am fear with a dark heart
I know no compassion
I cannot be reasoned with
I cannot be summarized
My structure cannot be measured conventionally
I am the force that goes bump in the night
I am physics quantum and subatomic
I am the greatest force in nature
What Am I? I am your end
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Buddhist Lesson # 2
enlightment,
the act of opening,
like a rosebud,
like a mother,
opening the door...
like a child
opening a present,
like a woman
opening to a man....
opening...
all the hidden chambers,
every door to every
secret kingdom of the soul.....
opening the box that holds
your secret thoughts, desires....
opening...
the door of the cage,
letting the winged breath fly....
opening....
your heart to itself,
and to all hearts beating....
opening....
the vault of conceptions,
the entrance to the tomb
of past lives and memories....
opening...
your hands to the world
as if it were your neighbor,
and you, it's home!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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So I'm not worried about the emotions I carry with me, because I'm happy that I have them; I think it's good for the work I do. The emotions that are not healthy are the ones you hold inside, like anger.
quote by Diana Ross
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Excessive Emotions
Control your emotions:
Be it anger, love or hate;
Let it never seize your heart;
Cut it from the start!
Control your emotions:
Be it earthly or divine;
Corporeal or sexual;
Excess spells your doom!
Control your emotions:
Even if it be good or bad;
They cause upset of your mind,
Affecting your health!
Control your emotions:
Your feelings must be balanced;
Excess is bad to body;
Meditation’s good!
Control your emotions:
Perilsome’s a sinful course;
A graceless soul, steeped in sin
Is damned forever!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-25-2000
poem by John Celes
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Why People Become Poets Poets Dreams
have you ever wondered why people become poets?
poets have been around since the beginning of time
and they have been mostly men, speaking of their loves, life
and emotions.
famous love stories, plays, movies, all seen thru a poets eyes.
just as the centuries have gone by and everything in life has changed
so have the poets.
there is now as many and if not more female poets
than male poets. why? because they are more sensitive to emotions
and are not afraid to show or speak of it, unlike men who want to
show the 'MACHO MAN IMAGE'
poets see life thru different eyes for different situations
and write about it in so many forms, and see the light and
the darkness in everything, including the good and bad.
it may be just one word, or a line, or verse
that enters their mind to start creating
what will become a poem,
what is the poets dream that you will create?
a love story, a sad story, one of fear or hate, or passion
one of beauty, or war.
so many things to choose from- but it doesn’t matter
what you may choose, you must take the first step.
just as reading this is the first step to start on your way to writing poetry
and opening up your mind and soul.
touching other people and receiving comments
and feedback on your writings will help you to improve
on your weak areas.
some people do it because they are looking for fortune and fame
while others want to communicate with others, and others
just to see their names on something other than
a bill being paid.
poem by Louis Rams
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Shutting Up....
if i only
knew
the objective of
art is to keep things
in order
convert chaos into
a well kept room
no messing
everything neat in its place
perhaps
that is what i am doing right now
threshing out
emotions early morning
putting them inside
a canvass of this monitor
a window
where emotions take the shape of words
shit
shut.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Wheelbarrow
a wheelbarrow
is a mere wheelbarrow
even if it is not
red or glazed
with rain water
it is
what it is
just a wheelbarrow
but look beneath
ourselves in the forest of our wanderings
there are trees there
growing in the dampness of darkness
looking for light
a river comes flooding
that is where
meaning sprouts
upsurging emotions
now without walls coming before your fences
a wheelbarrow
is not the same wheelbarrow anymore
emotions
your emotions made it
for not what it is
transmutation
from William to you and this world
looks not familiar
anymore
petals of meanings
red so real
thorns and stalks and dews
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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