Early Morning Facing A Folder
confronted with a folder
in a dream
i wake up laden with
work in my head
a folder lies there
with a mouth gaping
for justice
who killed innocence?
who buried love?
why are some so cruel
about other people's dreams?
a folder lies in front of me
and then i begin
to open the pages
something must be done
and it has
to start with me
this early morning
on this very day....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Folder
While lifting a folder
from a box of papers
I had stored up in the loft
several loose pages fell out
and landed at my feet.
As I lifted them,
I saw much to my surprise
that they were half a dozen poems
I had written twenty years ago
and forgotten all about.
As I quickly flicked
through the folder
it became clear to me
that there was about fifty other poems
buried within I had forgotten about.
I’ve put the folder to one-side
to sort through it when I have more time.
Then I can rediscover
what I was writing
more than twenty years ago.
6 March 2008
poem by David Harris
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You will find my last words in the blue folder.
quote by Max Beerbohm
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Hvad ei et Solkys folder ud
Hvad ei et Solkys folder ud
Maa modnes ved den skarpe Lud.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Bomb
With blankness staring back at me
and screaming from the pages
I feel the fear of apathy
gripping me, pushing me
on top of everything
in the corner with a view.
I turn off the fluorescent tubes.
This is the bomb that I've been waiting for (looking for)
You finally lit the fuse
thats in my head.
Yes, you finally lit the fuse
that's in my head.
With nothingness on top of me
and bleeding from my folder,
who can stop the emptiness?
Don't let it take me over.
I've been sinking down
further into nothing.
I've been waiting long,
longer than for some things.
This is the bomb that i've been waiting for (living for)
You finally lit the fuse
that's in my head.
Yes, you finally lit the fuse
that's in my head,
and you finally lit the fuse
that's in my head.
Yes, you finally lit the fuse
that's in my head.
song performed by by Switchfoot
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I have very little hope that any permission can be gained for your organization. However, I shall place it in a special folder with similar applications and raise the question from time to time with such people here as may have authority.
quote by Anna Louise Strong
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THIS THING called discrimination
it is when you walk together
with someone you barely know
towards a place
where there is a door still closed
to open at 9 a.m.
and both of you wait
for the right hour
and then the right hour comes
and a strict lady opens the door
carries a folder and calls out a name
just her name
and she smiles at her
and she smiles at her too
and then she lets her in and
she looks at you
without any civility
and she closes the door and
you do not see anymore
what is going inside the room
something so private
the door tells you that
you feel the pain
and yet you are not leaving still
i am telling you
you're the craziest Asian that i have ever known
in this whole cruel white world.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Both Brothers
Both of the brothers of grace and style,
Guarantee a folder of a real mile.
Their stages are straight and splendid,
To call but the might of the dread.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Eat the Food
Taste the food of thought and stay awhile,
To inhibit the dining process and then defile
The folder of youth as though you contrive
The reader of youth to say his archive.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Undone
I smoke a fag,
with a coffee mug,
The morning is mad.
It as corked head,
The room is a mess,
and broken chair.
The table undone
With crumble buns
and slices of ham.
The book shell
is a mess as well
of a picture holder
of dusty folder.
The walls are warm
the heater is on.
The fish are sunk
in the square tank.
Raining day
the cat stays
on the bad undone
leaking his paws.
The pillow wrinkle
and the sheets crinkle
the pyjama lay
on the bad end side.
My laces are undone.
This is a the last one
So I tie my shoes,
while I wait for you,
poem by Luca Menin
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Love
I
Cut
Pasted and
Saved.
you
Copied
Pasted
Saved as
You
Deleted easily
Still it is
In my folder
29/08/2011
poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon
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Loving Dream
Most people fall asleep at night
And dream of fantasies delight;
Those spawned by wakeful malcontent
Of dreaded pasts and all they meant.
But when the light begins to dawn
Their dreams all vanish with a yawn.
My dreams are themes they are but two:
I dream of love and loving you;
And when I wake and wipe away
Besprinkled sand to start the day
I look around and here I see
The loving dream lies next to me.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Justice With No Lie
An innocent man
lies his head down to rest
not wanting to wake
to the morning sun
Instead wanting to wake
in a parallel universe
where truth and justice
is number one
In the real world
his days seem like years
they eat away at his
mind body and soul
If a witness would lie
he knows he might die
before truth and justice
Would see the light
but he's got to keep up the fight
All he wants
is justice with no lie
so come forward
and let truth and justice
shine it's light
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Lies
Put em on / put the big boots on / baby put them big boots on.
Make a mark / make a good kick start /
Kick yourself right outa my heart.
Its a cookin jumpin jivin shout /
Cos youre every little thing I can do without /
Every line you lay, every trick you trade /
They could never ever make the grade.
Lies / la-la-la-la-lies / its all lies / la-la-la-la-lies /
Youre all lies.
Honeybutt / keep your big mouth shut / baby keep that big mouth shut.
Its a steamin jumpin jivin shout /
Cos youre every little thing I still dream about /
But the love you lay, every prayer you pray /
It will never ever make my day / listen to me good...
Lies / la-la-la-la-lies / its all lies / only lies /
La-la-la-la-lies / youre all lies.
Doo doo doo doo doo.
song performed by by Roxette
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Poems About.
There are poems that you will never see
Marked in a folder titled 'privacy'
Poems of hate and anger and personal pain
Poems about greed and hunger and personal gain
Poems about people I would love to see dead
Poems about women I met
Poems about relationships that have gone bad
Poems about issues with mom and dad
Poems about me, the person no one knows
Poems about places where only my soul goes
Poems I wish I could place in the clouds for all to read
Poems about lust, selfishness and greed
Poems I know will hurt those I hate
Poems I write by complete mistake
Poems I have hidden in my heart and my head
Poems about things that are better left unsaid
Poems I want to share and poems I want to retract
Poems of shame and how others might act
They stay in my psyche, they are a part of me
These poems I write, but you will never see.
poem by Mahfooz Ali
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Extra Management
Doubled and tripled the jokes go biggest,
To then rid us of serenity and find ghost.
The aliens describe a once suitable bone to pick,
The extra management of the soul!
Significant and proud the region is allowed,
Always to be half and full recorded.
The simple destination and degree is applied,
The extra folder of hope.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Mexican Divorce
(burt bacharach/bob hilliard)
Its a sin for you to get a mexican divorce
Down below el paso lies juarez
Mexico is different, like a travel folder says
Cross the rio grande and you will find
An old adobe house
Where you leave your past behind
One day married, next day free
Broken hearts for you and me
Takes no time, for you to get
A mexican divorce
As I came into this lonely house last night
I looked at all my windows but I couldnt find one light
I found you on that road to mexico
And now, my love, I beg
Please, oh, please, dont go
One day married, next day free
Broken hearts for you and me
Its a sin for you to get a mexican divorce
Finding love takes so long
Walking out must be wrong
Its a sin for you to get a mexican divorce
One day married, next day free
Broken hearts for you and me
Its a sin for you to get a mexican divorce
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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That Sadness In Your State
an autobiography appears life a blurred picture
you are lost in the tracks of the past
greatness is never spotted
because you have considered each as a mere folder
another item, just like any other number that slides from your fingers
then something bites you
the pain makes you jerk, and you begin to watch carefully the tip of
your thumb,
this hurts, who is this? who are you?
and you know the person well,
the one that hurt you makes you remember a name
the face sticks in your brain
somehow, you remember, he is the greater one which you did not mind
and now you claim
we were together in that same school of thought
and i believe you,
why do you have to be like that? when there is no scream there is no one.
when you do not hear the jump into the storm from the ship of prolonged
blot of dark blue color, or that scarlet of bloody discrimination
from the rest of the oppressing humanity
then
that is the only time that you begin to mind
that there is someone out there and he is calling for help
why do you think of help only when you are dying yourself?
why do you begin to think of caring when you are hurt yourself?
you only feel, when the pain starts to take its house in you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dreams Of Our Fathers
Oh, Im choking, Im choking
On the smoke from this burning house
I claw and I scrape
But I cant seem to get out
But who then, who is this
Thats scratching from the ground
Oh, its my world, too
But whose gold is this Im digging out?
When we go, where we go
When were dead
Is the verdict still out?
Do we get into line
To line up with those long dead now?
With the muffled tears of sorrow
Bones underground
Is this time our time?
Yes, it is
Without or with this shadow of doubt
I dont want to wake up
Lost in the dreams of our fathers
Oh, its such a waste child
To live and die for the dreams of our fathers
Though I must confess, yes
My view is a wonder about this
This love I possess, love
Must be the dreams of our fathers
I wanna go, I wanna run
We turn, so sure someones looking down
Its haunting me, haunting me
Leaves us here to get out
Though I dont believe, I dont believe
This flavor in my mouth
Is from my tongue alone
So bitter I wanna spit it out
I repeat these words
They come out
Under the blue light in the sky
My empty pages are filling up
With these wicked lies
But I hear deep in myself
An echo, an echo
Of empty, empty emptiness
Comes up and swells inside
I dont want to wake up
Lost in the dreams of our fathers
Oh, its such a waste child
To live and die for the dreams of our fathers
Though I must confess, yes
My view is a wonder about this
This love I possess, love
It must be the dreams of our fathers
Rain on my head
Rain on my head
Rain on me
And then give me air
Rain on my love
Again and again
Why cant I dream you away from me?
Look here, look here
Bloated, floating
Go belly down
Belly up in the water
But who is this here thats drowned?
We followed a drunken man
He got us all spinning round
But its like he swallowed himself
And didnt leave us a way out
I dont want to wake up
Lost in the dreams of our fathers
Oh, its such a shame child
To live and die for the dreams of our fathers
Though I must confess, yes
My view is a wonder about this
This love I possess, love
It must be the dreams of our fathers
This love I possess, love
It must be the dreams of our fathers
This love I possess, love
It must be the dreams of our fathers
This love I possess, love
It must be the love of our fathers
The dreams
The dreams
The dreams
This love I possess love
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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Open Your Eyes
Open your eyes
To the millions of lies
That they tell you everyday
Open your mind
To the clever disguise
That the advertisements say
How do they know what's good for you
Wake up
Wake up
A shot to the head
they are better off dead
Will you wake up
Destroy all the land
And kill what you can
Just to make the profits rise
They sell you from birth
For all that you're worth
The money spreads like flies
How do they know what's good for you
Wake up
Wake up
A shot to the head
they are better off dead
Will you wake up
Dont want to hate you
Dont want to blame it all on you
I'm out of options
If you dont look i'll force you to
Wake up
Wake up
A shot to the head
Just so you can be fed
Won't you wake up
wake up
Open your eyes
wont you open your eyes
song performed by by Goldfinger
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Rachab
Open your mouth and begin to eat,
Move your legs and begin to walk,
Open your mind and start to learn,
Move your hands and start to work,
Because you need ice-cold water on this love like taxi-drivers and food sellers!
For the begining was from the blink of your eyes,
But beauty is your name so sweet oh Rachab my lover;
So open your eyes on this love and let us live together.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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