Everyone Is As Beautiful As One Can Possibly Be
well, you ask,
if everyone can be as beautiful
as possibly one could be, and i
say, yes, and i add, that everyone
can be as humorous as one could
possibly be, it all depends on how
you would like to be,
just like a very lively party, one could be
as lively as one could possibly be
and think one as beautiful as a
possibility, and then
way back home, when you are all alone,
you shed tears, and listen to the sound
of reality.
that is also a possibility. well, i tell you
you can be real this time.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Eyes Hers And Mine
I look into my eyes
Beautiful kohl lined
Sad eyes,
Shiny with tears.
Tears unshed,
Tears controlled,
Tears saved from
Yesterday,
Possibly today.
I look deeper
Beyond the shine of those tears.
I see my soul,
Her eyes a reflection
Of mine.
Beautiful kohl lined,
Sad eyes.
In them,
I see the same wait
Which I see in mine.
I see the same pain
Which I feel in mine.
Tears unshed,
Tears controlled,
Tears saved from yesterday,
Possibly from today.
Her loneliness,
A bigger cry than mine.
But, something sets her apart,
There exists a difference,
There exists a spark,
Which I guess is missing in mine.
I see in her eyes
The spark called
"Hope"
A wish called
"tomorrow".
The determination
She will someday find
What she sought
Yet could not find
Yesterday,
Possibly will not find
Even today.
But tommorow
Will be the day
She will no longer need to cry
The tears unshed
Tears controlled,
Tears saved from yesterday
Possibly today.-anjali
poem by Anjali Kakati
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A Story About A Wedding and My Friend and Poverty and Joblessness
i met an old classmate
today
at the wedding of
a newly appointed high school teacher
my ex-classmate is jobless and his wife
looks like
an old sickly monkey with less hair on her head
(forgive me but that is
the only possible
adjective that
i can give)
he is fat and feels like
a louse
(i am sorry
i am intruding into his
own feelings)
he does not like me
his eyes are shouting at me
possibly because we look the same
possibly because we too
feel the same
possibly because our wives look
like twins
possibly because the weather is bad
and people do not mind us
because everyone is hungry and
there is nothing much to eat
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Still Life With Death's Head, by Pablo Picasso
If you want a still life
Do not forget to plant a death head by the bowl
Possibly a torn ear to take a hint
At what the noise deceased was thinking
Possibly a piece of an eye in the rear
To grasp all inclusive within a blink
Possibly an eyecon to trick the light
Confidential perspective
And try not to stand too close to it
Unless well trained at colours
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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So Many Poems/How Can One Possibly Begin To Describe
SO MANY POEMS/ HOW CAN ONE POSSIBLY BEGIN TO DESCRIBE
So many poems.
How can one possibly begin to describe
The many beautiful things
We meet in our lives?
So much is too much for the eyes
Words certainly cannot describe
The Beauty we see
Being alive.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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My Brother
my brother is a seaman
he sends a message today
through his
cell phone
that he is passing by
New York & hat
possibly he shall
for the first time
meet his illegitimate son
and possibly
Delia.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It took me a while to figure that out and to realize what a gift that I had been given. And when I finally did, I dedicated myself to be the best pitcher I possibly could be, for as long as I possibly could be.
quote by Nolan Ryan
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12 Cents
Watching, waiting
You know it shouldnt take this long
Leaning, forward
I know it couldnt possibly take much longer
I know the pain moves on
And I feel the same for the wrong
Angels, walking, floating on and on
Breathing, eloquent
I know it couldnt possibly wait much longer
Searching, so long
I know well find a way
Reaching all alone
I know they couldnt possibly hate much longer
song performed by by Ugly Kid Joe
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Of course we all have our limits, but how can you possibly find your boundaries unless you explore as far and as wide as you possibly can, I would rather fail in an attempt at something new and uncharted than safely succeed in a repeat of something I have done.
quote by A.E. Hotchner
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Jack
Did you hear that horrific shrill break the silence of the night?
What made that unearthly sound that gave me such a fright?
I can’t believe you never heard it I thought it echoed out loud,
why even the trees cowered that seconds ago stood so proud.
Listen! There it goes again surely you heard it this time,
it was louder and more piercing like a high-pitched whine?
It was also much closer possibly only a 100 meters or so,
look the grass has turned, as though it wants to up and go.
What could frighten nature this way, I’ve never seen the like before?
It has to be something unnatural it’s the only answer I’m sure.
I wonder if it’s some kind of animal, or a primitive type of man
it can’t possibly be both… at least I don’t think it can.
Jack! Jack, where are you? This is no time for fooling around,
stop playing silly games… I can hear a breathing sound.
Did you hear that branch snap? It sounded like a cracked bone,
I don’t like it here Jack… I think I’m going home.
Please show yourself Jack, I don’t want to go and leave you alone.
I’m sorry; I can’t stay any longer, I can hear a deathly moan.
Why don’t you answer your mobile..? The line seems to be dead.
Jack you’re really frightening me, I’m going home to bed.
poem by Orlando Belo
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There is the possibility that humankind can outgrow its infantile tendencies, as I suggested in Childhood's End. But it is amazing how childishly gullible humans are. There are, for example, so many different religions — each of them claiming to have the truth, each saying that their truths are clearly superior to the truths of others — how can someone possibly take any of them seriously? I mean, that's insane...
quote by Arthur C. Clarke
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Lost In My Heart
I'm bound by my heart
I'm tortured by my heart
I shall possibly drowned by my heart
I'm found by my heart
I shall endure by my heart
I shall possibly take flight by my heart
You were found by my heart
You were lost by my heart
If by my heart
It still shall beat
I shall never possibly forget you
Matthew Herinckx
June 22nd.2006
poem by Matthew Herinckx
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How Could I?
Dancing with you
Felt so right
I've never really
Confronted these feelings
How could I possibly?
How could I do that to someone I love?
I'm beginning to like you
How could I say that?
She likes you
I know she does
She's told me
How leaving you was a mistake
She is one of my best friends
I do not want to see her upset
I will keep it friendly
Simply friendly
Because
How could I?
How could I possibly?
poem by Autumn Winds
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Heart...and...Heart
When the heart fallen in love then the heart will say...
The heart certain will be flowery.
The heart certain will feel sweet.
The heart certain always will miss.
The heart must always feel the love in the love.
The heart certain would be desire.
When the heart feel in the longing then the heart will speak...
The heart wanted the warm embrace.
The heart wanted the sweetheart's kiss.
The heart always wanted to be friends with the love in solitude.
Possibly the heart shouted and cried.
Possibly the heart was felt by pain and bitter.
Heart..and..heart.
Never i'knew how the heart situation.
Because the heart could fallen in love.
The heart could also become the wound.
Possibly the heart could smile.
Felt by pain possibly the heart missed.
Heart..and..heart how your situation?
Liberty is the possibility of doubting, the possibility of making a mistake, the possibility of searching and experimenting, the possibility of saying No to any authority - literary, artistic, philosophic, religious, social and even political.
quote by Ignazio Silone
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Liberty is the possibility of doubting, the possibility of making a mistake, the possibility of searching and experimenting, the possibility of saying No to any authority--literary, artistic, philosophic, religious, social and even political.
Ignazio Silone in The God That Failed (1950)
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Implanted Tragedies
What could be possibly said,
About that which is observed and denied?
When those are exposed to treason imposed...
And yet wish to protect this deception they chose.
It is best to shut and keep one's mouth closed.
Or defamation of character becomes a campaign toast.
But either way...
A stepping on one's toes is desrespectfully displayed.
What could be possibly said,
About what is there and on our streets?
With no direct discussion concerning what disgusts,
Other than what fibered diet is suitable for a regular flush...
That can not be beaten with a cleansing complete.
Without negativity thrusted with more trust,
That erupts!
People feed on corruption as if being fed a treat.
What could be possibly said,
To those addicted to be lead.
And be fed delusions they fight,
To keep in their heads in darkness,
As if glued to ensure this remains inside,
Snug fitting with a tightness instead.
While those who express they could care less,
Yet complain...
Seem to have a desire to inspire this,
As missions to claimed.
Leaving one to wonder,
Why many read the obituaries...
With a priority to see if their names are there.
Or someone they knew,
But never approached to speak to.
By the same folks who declare a devotion,
To communal unity with an ongoing hypocrisy.
What could be possibly said,
About these implanted tragedies.
Without negativity thrusted with more trust,
That erupts!
People feed on corruption as if being fed a treat.
What could be possibly said,
To awaken the dead?
Absolutely nothing!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Its A Possibility
This song was first released on the one world album. it is the only album it has been released on.
For all the times that youve wondered why
The world turned out this way
And all of the times that youve asked yourself
About the games that people play
About the politics of hunger
And the politics of need
How the politics of power
Seem to be the politics of greed
For all of the times that youve struggled in an effort
To work your way back upstream
And all of the times youve held on to it
When most of us had lost the dream
And for all of the ones who have walked with you
By your side or way back home
Maybe much more than any of us
You know that no one is really alone
Because the heart is still a hunter
Its like a beacon in the night
And though the heart is just a lover
Its never afraid to fight
We are fighting for more than survival
We are working for more than peace
We are giving ourselves to each other
Making sure all injustice is will someday cease
You can take a look around you
And you can see how far weve come
All the separate parts
All the hundreds of hearts
That are beating together as one
Its a possibility
For many tomorrows
Its a possibility
Of a world to be made for everyone
Its a possibility
No more suffering and sorrow
Its a possibility
Its in everyone
Its a possibility
For many tomorrows
Its a possibility
Of a world to be made for everyone
Its a possibility
No more suffering and no more sorrow
Its a possibility
Its in everyone
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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Beloved Beautiful Soul
Beautiful soul,
Why is it that you do not speak,
When it is the beautiful words you utter which I seek.
Oh beautiful soul,
Why is it that you do
Not seem whole
What could have possibly struck you,
Leaving a painful hole.
Dear beautiful soul,
You have altered to
What one may call a
Tormented soul.
My darling once beautiful soul.
How could you let the
World make you so.
When your spirit is much
Broader than the universe itself.
Now tormented soul,
Do not be cold,
Upset, disappointed
And bitter.
You've turned your light out
Which was once greater
Believing that you couldn't
Glow brighter.
My beloved beautiful soul,
Let faith and courage
Be your angelic showl
That shall lighten
Your shoulders and
Uplift the burdens
That torment your soul.
Beautiful soul,
How much I do admire
Thee so.
Break the chains that
Have withheld you
And let your wings unfold.
poem by Pride Mokhele
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All tears in sea
Your tears may flow and fill the sea
It is not “You” or “Me but only “We”
I prayed for shed under the tree
I wanted all to feel great and free
You wanted to be little away
I had no words to offer or say
How could I be possibly given in?
You were in your lovely and looked teen
Should I term it as saddest day if at all?
Can I take it as sincere and final call?
Am I failing clearly to see it on wall?
Will it prove or result in my down fall?
Will I be wiped out from her memory?
Will she go away from me to marry?
Does she have excuses to find it many?
Was it only for making glad and to feel merry?
I must let her go out of the hook
She must feel no ill will in her book
I may be termed as dishonest and crook
She must be definitely in hunt for nice look
She must have her say and correct decision
She may not have foresight or clear vision
She has her life to be mauled in a shape
How can she offer simply for abuse or rape?
I will do nothing to wound her feelings
She may hell bent upon her own killing
I shall have no say whatsoever to guide
It is matter of great concern but not pride
This is how we respect the human nature
Nothing can be taken for granted or for sure
How can one predict about nature and assure?
So uncertain is life and same can be for future
I shall not be deviated from stated stand
I can’t prevail or push her to the dead end
I must try in a possible way to mend
She was all along my best and true friend
Life may mushroom in any style
We may go on spending it meanwhile
Still there is something more to be done
By gone should not be taken as permanently by gone
Day may come when you will have everything to repent
You may curse your self and possibly lament
There won’t be time left to offer any comment
Nothing may be yielded even after feelers are sent
Never say no to any lively and lovely moment
Heavenly moments can be spent in simple tent
Why do we need palaces when open sky is there?
Cool breeze, morning light and greenery can be found everywhere
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Dual Personality for C.P.Sharma
Dual Personality
Sometimes I try to concentrate.
My mind decides to deviate
and gaily goes its sweet way
Against my will I have to say.
Although I love to fantasise
I often find to my surprise.
My mind is playing tricks on me.
Accepting as reality.
Strange things which cannot possibly
exist outside of fantasy.
Perhaps my mind is free to go
to places that I cannot know.
Bound by my frame of reference.
To where there is no difference.
Reality and fantasy
can coexist quite happily.
Am I my mind? Is my mind me?
It seems to me quite possibly.
My mind does not depend on me.
An independent entity
which is quite free to come and go.
I am convinced it must be so.
Although I know I’m always me.
My mind remains a mystery.
Am I my mind? Is my mind me?
I ponder on it frequently.
It seems to work efficiently
but how it does still baffles me.
12-Oct-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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