Hello Candice, Are You Sure Of Yourself?
you speak of some bits, bits and bits
of bits buried underneath our hearts and
bones and you want them
to be unraveled bit by bit
that there is always a way, a manner
a process, some means
to an end, to find that light at the end of the tunnel
i am born on a complicated day.
And then i have grown hairs on my head
They too are complications
and my fingers do not have the same lengths
and shapes
That is also another complication
And my feet are not straight
And my face is not proportional
There are angles of deflection
There are lights in me which are refracted
And i may appear so far
And my hands may bend a little
It is because of the difference in our index
I am myself sometimes. I am not myself most of the times.
I ask you then: Are you sure of yourself?
Is that you? If yes, I am telling you
I am not me. I am somebody else.
If No, do not mind me at all.
I am having the tantrums of the poet
A dough with yeast. A grapefruit sour to your lips.
I am irony. I am another riddle.
I like to make myself readable. How many syllables do you
need? Tell me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Trip To The Edge
They keep adding complications
More and more each and every time
Say they want us
Then breaking us apart
Bits by bits
Part to part
They dislocate us…
Trying to fix, what they
Don't want to see
Keep trying my dear ones
The day will come when
We are called on
Needed by the real
Time is ticking away
Keep stalking
Stalling, still talking
I'm moving away
To the farthest place
Where you will never
Find me… Ever.
Gone,
Gone with the flowing wind
Lost in the complicated mazes
Hidden completely inside the sane
Flying with sense,
intact.
poem by Pamuditha Zen Anjana
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Little Bits Of Lightning
(robin lerner/steve booker)
I have listen to the sound
Of a lonely night
Gone a thousand miles
Through a storm-filled sky
Looking for some light
Never dreamed of turning back
But faced the wind instead
cause I knew somewhere
Youd be waiting there
Down the road ahead
All throught the longest night
Your burning light did shine
Like little bits of lightning
Lighting up the whole world with your flame
Every day to make it better
Strong enough to carry the weight
Your love became my saving grace
Like little bits of lightning
Shining through the rain
If I should ever lose my way
Find the strength in me is gone
I wont worry what to do
cause darlin I know you
Will come and take me home
All throught the longest night
Your burning light did shine
Like little bits of lightning
Lighting up the whole world with your flame
Every day to make it better
Strong enough to carry the weight
Your love became my saving grace
Like little bits of lightning
Shining through the rain
Strong enough to carry the weight
Your love became my saving grace
The kind of feelin words cant explain
Like little bits of lightning
Shining through the rain
Like little bits of lightning
Shining through the rain
song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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We are bits of stellar matter that got cold by accident, bits of a star gone wrong.
quote by Arthur Eddington
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Weird Science
(weird science)
Plastic tubes and pots and pans
Bits and pieces and
Magic from the hand
Were makin
(weird science)
Things Ive never seen before
Behind bolted doors
Talent and imagination
(weird science)
Not what teacher said to do
Makin dreams come true
Living tissue, warm flesh
(weird science)
Plastic tubes and pots and pans
Bits and pieces (and)
Bits and pieces (and)
Chorus
(bits of) my creation--is it real?
Its my creation--i do not know
No hesitation--no heart of gold
Just flesh and blood--i do not know
From my heart and from my hand
Why dont people understand
My intentions . . . . oooh, weird . . . .
Weird science!!
(weird science)
Magic and technology
Voodoo dolls and chants
Electricity
Were makin
(weird science)
Fantasy and microchips
Shooting from the hip
Something different
Were makin
(weird science)
Pictures from a magazine
Diagrams and charts
Mending broken hearts (and makin)
(weird science)
Something like a recipe
Bits and pieces . . . .
Bits and pieces . . . .
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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My Maggie's Rhymes
My Maggie has such honeyed lips
and such lovely eyes in bed
reality slips my slippery grip
to trip lightly from my head.
Her smile cares not for good repute
as she poses in positions
that bid me stray from virtue's route
to set course for sweet perdition.
Her body is gifted curves and bits
that make her sweetly buxom.
And though Meg's ‘bits' must rhyme with ‘tits',
who guessed buxom Meg's so fucksome?
poem by Red O'Mara
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Fragments Picked To Bits
Fragments picked to bits,
Leave bits of fragments picked...
With a wish when witnessed,
Those fragments picked to bits...
Had more potential when left to sit,
Alone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I couldn't care less about who sees my bits... My friends asked how I could do scenes like that and not get excited, but it wasn't like that. My bits looked the size of a cashew nut!
quote by Colin Farrell
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The amount of information that can be stored by the ultimate laptop, 10 to the 31st bits, is much higher than the 10 to the 10th bits stored on current laptops.
quote by Seth Lloyd
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Where will i find you again?
Where will I find you again?
The world is too vast,
Too crowded,
Distances too wide
And we stand
Separated by time.
In this invisible
Haze called life,
I found you,
As a lock
Finds its long lost key.
You unlocked
What lay hidden,
Long forgotten
A few bits
Disintegrated
Lost to time.
But with you
I picked those bits
Disintegrated
Bits lost to time
And built a whole new city
Hidden from them all.
One fine day
The lock no longer fitted the key
And as much
I tried
You just locked up
Yourself too tight.
Hiding from me
all that sunshine
Its lovely thoughts
Which would melt me
Within me
Time and again
And my city
Devoid the sunshine
Lay deserted.
Where will I ever find you again?
Will I ever find you again?
poem by Anjali Kakati
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Lingering Supper
In a village-house alone an old couple
Both diabetic yet not with unhappy struggle
But with fond petty quarrels on matters trifle
Rice abandoned wheat prescribed
For them specially to be rolled
Chappatis.yes, chappati-supper for the old
Just the canines and incisors alive
Did she so want not to strive
Yet she contrived to somehow thrive
That glutinous dough balled up into bits
Rolled unwillingly into misshaped bits
Baked, only to come out as crusted biscuits
A hot rasam the gravy
Accompanying was supper ready
Seated to sup, her beloved hubby
Denture fixed properly, hungry tummy craving
Chappati bits smiling
Wide eyed burns winking...
Their intimacy never broke
Paces of life did they soak
In honeyed love; So did that grand-pa
Soak his supper in passion...
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Jars
The second she was born, they put bits of her in jars,
placenta was the first, that went in the jar,
oh yah, it went straight in the jar.
Then when she was 4, her tonsils, what's more,
her adenoids too were all put in jars,
oh yah, they went straight in the jar.
Hospitals, such strange places, all antiseptic and large
and medics are prone to examine, you know,
all those bodily parts left in jars.
So getting back to the story, appendicitis was next,
and sure as the first two small stanza's
you can guess where appendix went next.
For a while they left her alone, in tact and therefore unharmed
but as soon as she turned 47
they put more of her bits in those jars.
Her uterus and her cervix along with her ovaries too
and next on the list was a very small cyst
that they put in a jar labeled blue.
By the time this poor lady was 60
there wasn't much left I'm afraid, but at least when she died
she was tiny and the coffin was perfect sized.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Mirror
My bones
crush in
the mirror.
''You've lost your job''
I crush
the mirror.
In the
tiny mirror
bit
I'm about
to crush
thoroughly.
Beside
the
crushed
mirror
bits
two
arms
embrace
my bits.
Her arms
hold them as
a whole.
poem by Afrodita Nikolova
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To A Long Suffering Self....
suffering is an unseen
ghost
it haunts me in my
forest
the worms sometimes sing
and it is
more often than not
disturbing
specks of light sometimes
come in
like a drizzle of rain
it does not wet me
but makes me smooth and
glowing
a halo of bubbles
often comes out from the locks
of my hair
but i do not really mind
that indeed in every aspect
of everyday suffering
these bits and bits of miracles
do constantly happen
like some sort of givens
we sit upon trees like monkeys
deprived of our tails
eating the ripe bananas in the middle
of our lamentations
provided from nowhere
and we often ask ourselves
how come we have survived for years?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Photosynthesis Of The Mind.....
what i have inside my mind
is converted into
food,
the mundane
into divine
bits
in the same manner that we have accepted
how these leaves
take in light and
live....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Gone Are My Nuts
Gone are my nuts.
The ones I mixed up,
With raisins, dried pineapple bits...
And cranberries.
The roasted cashews are over priced.
I replaced them with Brazil,
The shells were so thick...
I got tired of cracking them into bits.
I tried to go without.
As I walked about with nothing to munch.
I prefer a quick snack,
Over a fast food lunch.
Apples and bananas also satisfy.
Or strips of carrots and celery...
To make the long hours of the day fly by.
I once did a vanilla icecream drink.
With Strawberries, bananas and orange juice.
That was good too!
Although the cashews provided the missing link.
Yes...
Gone are my nuts.
The ones I mixed up,
With raisins, dried pineapple bits...
And cranberries.
I don't know what it is...
But that seems to be the 'fix' for me.
As I age and become more aware,
How wonderful I feel...
Being as healthy as I can be!
Even if I have to do without cashews,
In this stressful ridden economy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love and Hate
A part of me
Loves him to
Bits.
A part of me
Hates him to
Shreds.
With these bits
And shreds -
I love and hate
Him.
Sometimes
I love him,
Sometimes
I loathe him.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Dancehall
You could lose your mind
easier than you would like to think
your best friend could up and leave you
playing tricks and cold deceive you
standing there people stare
let down by your own mind
Day of appreciation
for ways your mind has not yet let you down
the truth is that we will all go
maybe five minutes after the show
you know you are a shooting star
a blazing flash then gone
Are we advancing
or a collapsing visionary
are we really here
are we imaginary
as my thoughts separates
into the many frayed parts
torn shattered bits
my mind falling apart
Are we advancing
or a collapsing visionary
are we really here
are we imaginary
as my thoughts separates
into the many frayed parts
torn shattered bits
my mind falling apart
What if there was such a thing
what if theres such a thing as dependence day
there's no self congratulation
just a day of appreciation
quietly humbly
for things that have not gone wrong
Imagine the frustration
of losing bearing of the simplest thing
so come with your best
and do your worst before
you cant remember what you came for
Are we advancing
or a collapsing visionary
are we really here
are we imaginary
as my thoughts separates
into the many frayed parts
torn shattered bits
my mind falling apart
Blazing out the mains
hungry flames consume all that I see
Are we advancing
or a collapsing visionary
are we really here
are we imaginary
as my thoughts separates
into the many frayed parts
torn shattered bits
my mind falling apart
Are we advancing
or a collapsing visionary
are we really here-ac
song performed by by 311
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Lately Part 2.
The bits don`t fit anymore.
The calls are response driven,
Knee-jerk almost.
Not instinctive now.
I still like you,
And that makes it difficult.
Can see why we were a unit,
But also,
The mechanics of a puzzle are now
Flawed by absence.
I feel i am teetering on near resentment,
Drifting into a decayed death.
The bits do not fit anymore.
I carry on in a busy relentless despair,
Of a self-motivated recovery.
Wishing you were still in my life,
And not a fading memory.
poem by Peter Vealey
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A mornings word 11/02/07
All these bits and pieces
that have fallen in disrepair
as a broken heart unleashes
all the sadness and despair
upon the fartherest reaches
as slowly it pervades
upon my soul it leaches
how completely it invades
as the tears that seem to ever flow
down upon my face
to find themselves ever so
oh so out of place
and there the pain and sorrow
seem to have taken root
and upon my emotions borrow
to pillage there and loot
all these bits and pieces
that have fallen in disrepair
as a broken heart unleashes
all the sadness and despair
poem by Wordsy Wright
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Ode To Cheese
☺ .
Ode To Cheese,
Which Makes Us Smile,
When Camera's go Clack.
Ode To Cheese,
Which make us taste,
The greatest of flavors, the wackiest of whack.
Ode To Cheese,
Blue, Gorgonzola,
American and Cheddar.
Ode To Cheese,
Beja and Feta,
In all types of weather.
Ode To Cheese,
For those on a diet,
or trying to get fatter.
Ode To Cheese,
with crackers and wine,
with grapes can flatter.
Ode To Cheese,
when you're sad and happy,
Cheese just fits.
Ode To Cheese,
Mountains and Mountains,
or bits and bits.
Ode to the Cheese,
To appreciate,
eat,
and take pictures.