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as simple as
a triangle
two sides with
a middle
two arguments
with a solution

familiar as
the sea of grass
fluid and
ever green

take them all out
from a box of
the usual

elevate them
higher from what
we expect

a new look
to old places

extended meanings
to what have been disregarded

no, it is not a play
of words

it is the fusion of
what we refuse to know
and what they are

no, it must not be what
we are
but what they can be

yes, it is the sweetest
sound of the single hand clapping

Prince Serendipity
and her Princess Stupidity
wedding

we were those kids
laughing
because the Emperor
is wearing clothes

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Shadow Dream Song

I meant to call her name
I meant to take her hand
I meant to be the same and understand
Just what was happening in the evening
Between the princess and the prince
I cant be bothered now
And I cant eat or drink
I cant remember how I used to think
What was the song she sang before the morning rang
Bringing the princess to the prince
Its a crystal ringing way
She has about her in the day
But shes a laughing dappled shadow
Shes a laughing dappled shadow in my night
If I could hear her voice
If I could see her face
If I could have my choice Id be in the place
Where I saw her last on the evening past
Of the princess and the prince
Its a crystal ringing way
She has about her in the day
But shes a laughing dappled shadow
Shes a laughing dappled shadow in my night

song performed by by Jackson Browne
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I've been thinking about that old Zen conundrum what's the sound of one hand clapping My personal opinion--nothing. You don't have two hands, you don't have any clapping. It's as simple as that. Stars, galaxies, clapping hands, what's the point The point is that we all need somebody, whether you're a supercluster or a little proton, a yin or a yang. Everybody is hooked into everybody else.

quote by Geoffrey Neighor
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Particle Man

Particle man, particle man
Doing the things a particle can
Whats he like? its not important
Particle man
Is he a dot, or is he a speck?
When hes underwater does he get wet?
Or does the water get him instead?
Nobody knows, particle man
Triangle man, triangle man
Triangle man hates particle man
They have a fight, triangle wins
Triangle man
Universe man, universe man
Size of the entire universe man
Usually kind to smaller man
Universe man
Hes got a watch with a minute hand,
Millenium hand and an eon hand
When they meet its a happy land
Powerful man, universe man
Person man, person man
Hit on the head with a frying pan
Lives his life in a garbage can
Person man
Is he depressed or is he a mess?
Does he feel totally worthless?
Who came up with person man?
Degraded man, person man
Triangle man, triangle man
Triangle man hates person man
They have a fight, triangle wins
Triangle man

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Schoolchildren Singing Particle Man

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Do it your way for Stephen Stirk

Sometimes the words that writers use
have different meanings and values.
For words don’t always mean the same
and common words don’t play the game.

Some words can mean their opposite
A writer must be explicit
selecting words in such a way.
Their meaning is as clear as day.

Avoiding in particular
the words that seem familiar
That sound the same when they are not.
Meanings can differ quite a lot

Like seams and seems or there and their.
A writer has to be aware
Simplicity is his finest tool
and that his readers as a rule

Are not concerned with the syntax
Your words should help them to relax
If they do not then you will fail
your efforts all to no avail.

Although your words are scholarly
perfectly composed grammatically.
Successful writers in the main
make sure they write to entertain.

They cater to the public taste
they haven’t got the time to waste
Writing works which won’t be read
That will not earn their daily bread.

Those who write professionally
research their market thoroughly.
The must be certain it will sell
and some of them do very well.

Amateurs, who post on the net
are not constrained they can forget
The publishers and critics views
and simply write the way they choose.

Though they won’t earn a single cent
it doesn’t matter, They’re content
with comments that their readers make.
They love to write for its own sake.

23/06/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Princess And The Black Horse-VIII(Fight Between The Good And Evil)

In the den then what happened, four
of them came close, and all spoke low.
The Prince told them, how to use the
power the princess had, and she did show.

The queen, also had a Conch which could,
tell, the distance of a foe, whereabouts
of him, in river, seas, and in oceans he be,
it could clearly would say, beyond all doubts.

There was darkness everywhere, though the sun
wasn't under veil, the light was barred there,
to play the art of black art, to spread it among,
the commoners' mind for long, layer after layer.

The queen took the conch near her ear and asked,
'O, my Conch, tell me dear, my enemies of enemy how far? '
A twinkling sound rang in the Conch, and came out,
a voice saying, ' He is now in his castle, not go for war.'

Hesitatingly, the Prince then, told' But, in dark realm
will your wand play magic, now O, O princess, tell us soon.'
'Yes, yes, O prince, if I stir it three times at once,
it will work, and will dispel, the darkness now as a boon!

poem by Nilakshi Das
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Cats Claw

(myles goodwyn/jim clench)
Published by summerlea music, ltd. - bmi
She huh, living in a cats claw mind
Hoping you like what you find
But youd better take it real slow
So many things you dont know
Sweeter than the sweet that comes to the brain
Just upon the threshold of pain
Thats the hold you have over me
Woman wont you please set me free
You took me places higher than I ever wanted to go
You took me places higher than any man should ever hope to go
Strange love, torn between the heart and the soul
Laughing while the body grows cold
Somewhere that I should never be
Woman wont you please let me be
Free me, from the darkness here underground
Screaming but I cant hear a sound
Drowning in the pleasures of pain
I cant see the sky, for the rain
You took me places higher than I ever wanted to go
You took me places higher than any man should ever hope to go, oh no
Reaching for the sun to come and take me home
Sitting in a chair and sinking like a stone
Sweeter than the sweet that comes to the brain
Just upon the threshold of pain
Thats the hold you have over me
Woman wont you please set me free
You took me places higher than I ever wanted to go
You took me places higher than any man should ever hope to go, oh no

song performed by by April Wine
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Princes Familiar

Please be philosophical
Please be tapped into your femininity
Please be able to take the wheel from me
Please be crazy and curious
Papa love your princess so that she will find loving princes familiar
Papa cry for your princess so that she will find gentle princes familiar
Please be a sexaholic
Please be unpredictably miserable
Please be self absorbed much (not the good kind)
Please be addicted to some substance
Papa listen to your princess so that she will find attentive princes familiar
Papa hear your princess so that she will find curious princes familiar
Please be the jerk of my knee Ive fit you always
You finish my sentences I think I love you
What is your name again no matter Im guessing your thoughts again correctly and I love the way
You press my buttons so much sometimes I could strangle you
Papa laugh with your princess so that she will find funny princes familiar
Papa respect your princess so that she will find respectful princes familiar
Please be strangely enigmatic
Please be just like my

song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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The Wrong Child

Ive watched the children come and go
A late long march into spring
I sit and watch those children
Jump in the tall grass
Leap the sprinkler
Walk in the ground
Bicycle clothespin spokes
The sound the smell of swingset hands
I will try to sing a happy song
Ill try and make a happy game to play
Come play with me I whispered to my new found friend
Tell me what its like to go outside
Ive never been
Tell me what its like to just go outside
Ive never been
And I never will
Im not supposed to be like this
Im not supposed to be like this
But its okay
Hey those kids are looking at me
I told my friend myself
Those kids are looking at me
Theyre laughing and theyre running over here
Theyre laughing and theyre running over here
What do I do?
What can I do?
What should I do?
What do I say?
What can I say?
I said Im not supposed to be like this
Lets try to find a happy game to play
Lets try to find a happy game to play
Im not supposed to be like this
But its okay...okay

song performed by by REM
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The Regret Of The Snow Princess

i do not know if you have heard
about the story of the snow princess
who is destined to be paired to the
spring prince and come valentine's
day they are set for a date in that
castle cloud inside the love garden

it is said the snow princess has nothing
to tell coz that night the spring prince
only pinched her ears, no piercing ever
happened, and summer may not come
joyously and earlier as you expect it to be.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An amazing wedding poem

I am your princess.
You are my prince.
May all of our wishes come true.
This is our special day.
This is the day where we get married

Our wedding will be a nice one
The wedding is when ever you want it to be
Our day will soon be here
All of our families and friends will be there

It will be a fun day for both of us
Weddings are very amazing when you love the person you are with

poem by Rosa Tenezaca
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Where Am I And Where Am I Going

those are not questions now.
and i do not need to answer them.
for you.

where am i, i am here, my hands
owning a set of fingers. fingers that
grope for words. for us.

i like to think
i am groping for
the words of love. for you.
i like to see how a leaf sways
caressed by the wind that
loves it. gently. for us to think about

for a time, being, here.
where am i, i am beside
a big box. a house. i am inside.
this big empty box, where
a loud music is played
and my ears are dying
to be sealed by fate

to deafening indifference
of you. from me. i am here.
saving on words. scribbling
some meanings. for us.

i am in the middle of
an overuse. i am in need
of a recluse. for us. to fuse
again.

some birds tweeting
the sound of departure.
is this the mating season
of the wind and the water
and the river and the sea?

where am i going?
i am going nowhere.
i am staying i am loyal
to this seat

i am warm like
a palm. i am going,
let me tell you honestly,

i am going to make a difference.
for us. we shall never be the same again.

you grip my hand. I escape through the fingers
of my watery self.

as usual, you will see me: a river, and then i am

the sea.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Culture Of Stupidity

Open your naive eyes…..,
To the Culture Of Stupidity….,
It’s all around you….,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….! !

No way to escape….,
From the Culture Of Stupidity ….,
It haunts and stalks you…,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….! !

It’s hard to believe it….,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….,
That so many can’t see it….,
The Culture Of Stupidity …! !

As liberals keep shying away…..,
From the overwhelming threat…..,
Of radical terrorism today…..,
How long will The Culture Of Stupidity go on….? ?
My answer is as simple as this….,
The Culture Of Stupidity shall live on…..,
As long as humankind and liberalism will exist…! !

poem by Trade Martin
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The Culture Of Stupidity

Open your eyes…..,
To the Culture Of Stupidity….,
It’s all around us….,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….! ! !

We can’t escape….,
From the Culture Of Stupidity ….,
It haunts and annoys us…,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….! ! !

It’s hard to believe it….,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….,
Why so many can’t see it….,
The Culture Of Stupidity …! ! !

So tell me, The Culture Of Stupidity ….,
How long will it go on….? ? ?

The answer is as simple as this….,

The Culture Of Stupidity shall live…..,
As long as humankind will exist…! ! !

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My Single Orange Rose

Here is my prose,
All based on a single orange rose,
Grave grass springing,
Church hyms their singing,
Blood stains clinging,
On my single orange rose,
No soul is laughing,
Deaths hands are clapping,
Coffin case trapping,
On my single orange rose,
Trees are branching,
My cold blank eyes are trancing,
The life cycle of death is dancing,
On my single orange rose,
I picked my final wish,
On deaths lips I kissed,
My long life I missed,
All because of that single orange rose,

poem by Ben Sparaco
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Why Did I Have To Die

they promised they'd be there
for their friends wedding day
they promised they'd be there
for their friends wedding day

but they drank and drove anyway
they crashed and died before the end of the day
and deaths hand took them away
their family standing waving them away

they said they'd be with us forever
they said friendship
is the that keeps us all together

when we were kids
laughing and talking away
adults would ask us about drinking
and never knew what to say

now were older
still laughing and talking away
but when adults ask us about drinking
we say were doin it every day

why don't we just say
yea
im drinkin away my life
i might as well be slitting my throat with a knife
and erase my future kids and wife

so now im gonna get in this car
and drive
when i told you i'd never do it
i guess i lied

now im crashed and dear
and why
because to everyone i ever knew
i fed a lie
and after the crash
death stared me in the eye
and refused
when i asked to say bye
and as i floated away
i watched my friends and family cry
then i asked myself
why did i have to be stupid
why did i have to die

poem by Marco Jimenez
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Aloof, Cool And Haughty

There are not too many places,
Where the showing of one's appreciation...
Is disregarded.
And instead of accepting one's positive comments,
About what it is they do,
People will think anything mentioned about that...
Is an act of patronizing.

AND...
It 'is' when giving another one's support.
HOWEVER,
In some places this is regarded as being...
Aloof, cool and haughty.
So what is one left to do to leave minds like this,
Left to eventually dismiss?
One becomes...
Aloof, cool and haughty to please expectations.

Like I said,
There are not too many places,
Where the showing of one's appreciation...
Is disregarded.
But...
Places like this do exist.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Guideline To Readers

if you really want to be with me
i can sacrifice your presence like a lamb burned so the gods may smell the reality
of the smoke of death and pain and
sorrow

we can be together in all these realities
the first pact is: acceptance
you see what you get and you get what you see
as simple as that
no tricks no magic
plain hands nothing rubbery or plastic

we do not expect anything
in here there is no disappointment of what should have been or ought to be
anyway
the agreement reached is the voluntarism of our two wills
you invite yourself
and i invite you to invite me in return

we live in one house with only one door the getting in
we have two windows our two views on every matter presented by nature everyday
the sun in the morning the moon at night and some stars as bonus or the wind
and the trees, all these cliches of reality less the complicating ones those
sophistication of
sophistry and those fingers of an octal arguments
we are tired we ought to know better than tired

we make a river of course to justify our thirst for bridges
and some boats for easy rides
the paddles can come later when we are ready to learn to swim
whatever that
comes first in our mind shall all be welcome guests
no barrier no social mores no restrictions no exclusions
that is the rule here
openness of the roof and soon there will be no roof even

then we have a garden of grass and stones delineated well by the aid of
the grace of our imagination
more words that do not really help
but we tolerate it anyway to keep things going like a line of cars waiting for the go signal

did you hear the drivers sing? did you notice the silent passengers afraid that
we will cheat them into these useless endeavor to keep on talking
though
we really mean nothing?

stupidity is a trail a tail of the rainbow where actually there is no pot of gold out there
it is trail that we all are taking now and yet
we refuse to stop we refuse to recognize that we are all fools
who take pride that we are the only ones who change our minds
and then we call ourselves
wise people.

i step out of the line and i am going somewhere because as you see
i am all dressed up as though i am dying.
do not follow me, you do not know me, i may be dangerous.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love triangle

How do you face him?
When you are facing me
you see two, forgetting theres three
you look at him but you look at me.
you have access to the door handle
believing you are inside the right angle
I make up the numbers in this triangle
and you know I can not open the doors
so you come to my side
when he doesnt come to yours
you have put him in a place he doesnt know hes in
in a love triangle its a game the cheater doesnt win
blow out your unlit candle
because theres three sides to a love triangle
oh before you go. wash your hands with the finest soap
because he cant see me and i cant see him
but you can see us both
you cant love two people. you cant.
If anyone says you can... ill still say you cant.
I dont want to touch you making sure know one sees
I dont wanna be sixty...
making up one hundred and eighty degrees.
you still dont understand do you?
because even if we were in this triangle alone
there`d still be another corner
because this triangle is a three person home

poem by Daniel McCann
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On Her Way To Afternoon

The morn' arrived barefoot
With words of the Dawn upon her breath
Sunrise clinged tight with its fingers
And the green grass prepared for the dews death;
Waves of many barefoot clouds were above us
Her words shined as jewels from her mouth
Sunrise broke open the shores of this beautiful day
And the green lawn became queen of the South;
In the air there were many a barefoot dragonfly
As her words became more fluid and then
Sunrise called to the mid of day
And the green lawn asked afternoon to begin;

The Essence

October 1,2010

poem by Theodora Onken
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Decapitation Of What is Familiar

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Shadow Dream Song

Particle Man

Schoolchildren Singing Particle Man

Do it your way for Stephen Stirk

Princess And The Black Horse-VIII(Fight Between The Good And Evil)

Cats Claw

Princes Familiar

The Wrong Child

The Regret Of The Snow Princess

An amazing wedding poem

Where Am I And Where Am I Going

The Culture Of Stupidity

The Culture Of Stupidity

My Single Orange Rose

Why Did I Have To Die

Aloof, Cool And Haughty

A Guideline To Readers

Love triangle

On Her Way To Afternoon

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