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High Tech World

Google
quick results
data gathered
Word, Powerpoint
chat, information highways
Facebook,
instant noodles
e-credits, etcetera,
everything at the tip of the fingers
everything at the tip of the tongue
flowing following
without much meaning
like electronic poetry
what a waste to figure out
emotions...
what emotions? nothing.
pressing keys
placing words,
and they keep figuring out
what is the meaning of all these

nothing. nothing.
decay and oblivion.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Big Or Brief Poetry......!

Big or brief, what is poetry?
Poetry is......
Creating beauty out of blemish,
Making order out of disorder,
Producing meaning out of musical words,
Creating Universal truth out of trivialities,
Arranging points out of less known facts!

Is poetry just making rhythm and rhyme
Without meaning, life, force and taste,
Without free flowing musical words,
Without words of music, beauty, fun?

Poetry is free flowing river of words
With full of images, lively and lovely,
Transporting from this world to that world
Forgetting himself and readers here!

Just end rhyme is not enough to make it so;
Internal rhymes make music in rhythm
Making all enjoy music, meaning and ideas!

Poetry is the medium to say complex things
Not possible to say in other forms of language,
Saying unknown things using known things;
It is sound, substance, message and meaning!
And many more matters to many men in the world!

poem by Ramesh T A
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Figuring Out Meanings

there is a time when we do not have to figure out
what the bird really is talking
i mean, what does it sing? what word is there?
what message?
isn't this too technical in a sense of figuring out
what it wants to convey?

hey, just listen, it is singing
do not figure out the meaning

have fun!

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Experimentations

i am fond of experimentation o!
i dramatize even small emotions those like dots and dashes
on the street where cars and buses are so confused about who i am, , ,
a line, a question mark running off
the road
siding and hiding with the shallowness of emotions at times
o! i mean nothing to you O! you mean nothing to me!
o! my fingers play with the ring
o! my tongue lashes like the whips of weathered words
stairs rise! moons collide turn into pieces of meteorites!
stardusts! jupiter rings! volcanic craters!
o! you look for a meaning of your life!
o! loser! come! come! run! run run run run keep running away!
you are the ruined bust of greatness.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What's the real meaning of Poetry

Poetry, Poetry, Poetry
what is the real meaning of you?
is it the sonnets, the haiku's the imagery
no one will ever know.

Poetry, Poetry, Poetry
I know the real meaning of you
to express my feelings and thoughts on paper
to be able to publish you.

Poetry, Poetry, Poetry
you tell me the meaning of you.

poem by Nadia Potenza
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So that meaning gets an own reality

When words are superfluous,
loose their ability
to express love to you

I leave the translation
to my lips, mouth
and fingers

and when your artery
beats mysteriously against your neck
and I see dreams in your eyes

I suddenly know the meaning
of all the love cards in Cardies
how deep eye contact can bind,
that a person can find somebody special

at a place where you do not expect it,
how people can yearn for each other
when at strange places
they set eyes on each other
for the first time

and if life could be just as simple
words would be able to do miracles
could be equal to a kiss
would not disguise feelings or emotions
and would say the right things without fear.

When words steal meaning,
quenching that which is between us,
I say nothing while you are getting aroused
even less, when we are making love

so that meaning gets an own reality.

[Reference: Vertaling (Translation) by Johan Johl.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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Where Did I Go?

Where was I, where did I go?
From this site where many know
A room so empty, but words did flow
Leaving behind a message of poetry I know.
I am back into my world where expressions last
A new begining that grows so fast
So once again let your emotions flow
Give it a meaning and take it slow :)

poem by Meena Mustafa
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You can have data without information, but you cannot have information without data.

quote by Daniel Keys Moran
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Allegro Comodo

a word from you, then you stop
something choppy
i like to listen more from you
another word, cut into half
i am having a hard time
figuring out what is there
with you that wants to hold
me, i stop to listen again,
some scratches from your
tongue, some gnashing from
your teeth, i am listening still,
some more words, more of
pauses, like some commas
are constructed by you on
purpose, i am tired in this,
i am impatient, you stretch
your arms to reach me again,
as i go nearer tapping my ears,
for you, yet there is this
suppression of meaning,
i am listening still, you
close your eyes and then
open them, this time some
tears fall, like ripe drops
of rain from dark clouds,

i see, your heart is broken
and your mind cannot
understand perfectly,
your mouth haggles
with words that your
tongue cannot form

simply because love is always misunderstood.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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a word from you, then you stop
something choppy
i like to listen more from you
another word, cut into half
i am having a hard time
figuring out what is there
with you that wants to hold
me, i stop to listen again,
some scratches from your
tongue, some gnashing from
your teeth, i am listening still,
some more words, more of
pauses, like some commas
are constructed by you on
purpose, i am tired in this,
i am impatient, you stretch
your arms to reach me again,
as i go nearer tapping my ears,
for you, yet there is this
suppression of meaning,
i am listening still, you
close your eyes and then
open them, this time some
tears fall, like ripe drops
of rain from dark clouds,

i see, your heart is broken
and your mind cannot
understand perfectly,
your mouth haggles
with words that your
tongue cannot form

simply because love is always misunderstood.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Faculty

Sometimes it seems so hard to work out the words,
and then again it seems not hard at all. Just write,
is as simple as that. There are times i can't seem to
work the words, other times the words come up
bubbling in my head with character and meaning.
At times i feel challenged by other writers, and i
begging to doubt my ability to work the words,
i simple read another writer and then i know i have
nothing to be worry about. I understand then that my
contest is with myself and not with other writers.
We all think about the same things, because once
in our life’s we all go through the same situations.
We all have the brain to create anything in our heads.
There’s nothing that i can't do if i focus and if i
don't focus; “you see” this word- focus is meaningful
in some ways, we need the focus, but in poetry we
need more the fantasy in our thoughts, the meaning
to our words, focusing can be important, but if your
head is not in the mood, there’s not going to be any
words bubbling up, even though you don’t need it so
much, because you can create a poem out of anything.
There’s one thing about writing, and reading poetry,
understanding the meaning behind the words.
Every word or phrase has a meaning behind, this is
where readers need to understand; for example-if i'm
drinking away my sorrows, it can mean, crying my
heart out, it can mean, i need to forget, it can mean,
a big hangover, it can mean, sleeping out in the porch,
it can mean, forgetting all you did last night; how many
things out of a phrase. Right know I would just like
to be in my cabin and sit right in front of the fire-place
with a bottle of wine and enjoy my pastoral life while
i write, amazing things.

poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Words Sometimes Take On A Own Meaning

Words sometimes take on a own meaning
and sometimes they are sharp and painful
as if there is much more to words

as if a kind of secret knowledge hides in them
that are sometimes something moving.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning

but somehow words can at times miss things
and are sometimes dependent on feelings
as if there is much more to words

when through it all love brings a kind of bonding
and so you and I are attractive to each other.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning

and daily a bond develops between us,
while you become more considerable to me,
as if there is much more to words

you constantly live in my thoughts,
while love becomes real through words.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
as if there is much more to words…

poem by Gert Strydom
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Everybodys Crying Mercy

I cant believe the things Ive seen
I wonder bout some things Ive heard
Everybodys crying mercy
When they dont know the meaning of the word
A bad enough situation
Is sure enough getting worse
Everybodys crying justice
Just as long as theres business first
Toe to toe
Touch and go
Give a cheer
Get your souvenier
People running round in circles
Dont know what theyre headed for
Everybodys crying peace on earth
Just as soon as we win this war
Straight ahead
Knock em dead
Pack your kid
Choose your hypocrite
Well you dont have to go to off broadway
To see something played absurd
Everybodys crying mercy
When they dont know the meaning of the word
Nobody knows the meaning of the word
When they dont know the meaning of the word
Nobody knows the meaning of the word
Nobody knows the meaning of the word

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Monday Morning 21 May 2012

Never mastered the technique of carrying
meaning from one context to another, while
smiling in the car about last night on my way
to work, knowing which principles had been
symbolised, I am flabbergasted as to place
when in the work situation

I fail to become engrossed enough in the game
of Monopoly played as a means to earn a salary,
following arbitrary rules to keep us occupied and
move electronic documents from file to file; what
is the essence of being, can I hold on to myself
while being a child

In a reality of idiosyncratic activity without any
inherent meaning or long-term purpose except
to pass the time in such a way that bundles of
results can be quantified; those who profess to
know say simply being busy is joy in itself - but
somehow I need to invest

Everything with meaning to ensure relevance

poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Flowin' Prose

I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros
I'm scheming rhyme against reason like it was flow against know
But beyond the concepts and emotions that rise
To the interconnectedness that underlies
The lies upon lies have lost their meaning
The plies upon plies of consciousness that is being
Over and over I fall I learned to walk from a crawl
It's not sad it's just the way and the purpose of it all

Now every word that you heard that I said that you felt
Was put in place in the space as they were shuffled and dealt
I steal feels from reels but I pay my respects
Paying compliments and disses and deciphering affects
Words are water as I court her

song performed by by Beastie Boys
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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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Poetry! Poetry! Poetry!

Poetry! Yes!
P. The Purple
P. The Pink

Poetry! Be a mix of emotions,
Poetry! The different kinds of expressions,
Poetry! The different kinds of experiments
Poetry! The Corners of exploration
Yes! Yes! Yes!
The Vague Of Emphasise.

Though be the same thoughts and emotions, he solves the different vexed questions of equations

Poetry! My blue sky!
Poetry! My brown skin
Poetry! My White clown
Poetry! My green grass

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Expressed and impressed,
applied and implied
thrown and blown
pen with a book,
a vein of a blood

Poetry! the visions of missions,
build in all kinds of potions,
Poetry! the zeal of joy,
it being in zone

I Learn!
I Observe
I Like
But! I Love!

poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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All Times

Excuse me
I am here to say something
The meaning of my say
Be different to different persons
The meaning of my say
Is equally important to all
The meaning of my say
You are searching and searching
That is not fixed not codified
The meaning of my say
Is true to all times to come
And you are not all timers
Who can know everything
Every meaning of my word my say
Excuse me
I am to say something.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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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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Patience.

Patience, what a great word it is,
Only if I'd have a real idea or this.
Everyone tries to explain in a different way,
But none really understands it, I can say.

Only God knows the meaning of such a word,
We just try to get a glimpse of this rare bird.
And if we don't succeed, we try again one more time,
Hope to became calm, peaceful, like a pleasant chime.

Emotions coming and going through our brain,
Like the storm, which brings up a quick rain,
The next minute it already passed,
There goes our patience, disappears fast.

However, someday the understanding will come,
When I'll be never sad, nor fearsome,
The glorious light of patience will became my part,
Forgiveness and mercy shall reside in my heart.

poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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The True Meaning of Poetry!

What is the true
meaning of poetry?
Is it rhyming
words together?
Is it about love?
Is it about
impressing?
No, unlike some,
I have discovered the,
true meaning of poetry!

Poetry is the feelings in your heart!
It's really just your heart on paper!
Poetry can be about anything really,
Anything at all! It can have a certain theme,
Like shoes, a talent, a fantasy, love,
World issues, personal issues, history,
Past events, important things!
Poems can mean nothing,
But they can also mean the
World to any one! You just
Never know! Poetry is a way
For people to express them-
Selves. Ex-addicts sometimes
Use poetry to help them when they
Are craving their old addictions.
Like I said, poetry can mean
Nothing to one person,
But mean the world to another!

poem by Rhiannon Parvin
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