Inside The Dark Closet
you must have liked staying
inside the dark closet
even without the cricket
at least everything there
is neatly folded
with a system of
stacks one thing
over the other in
submissive silence
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Metaphor For Gentle Secrets
the clothes are washed
and hanged
and dried and ironed
and then
folded neatly inside
the cabinet inside
your room
and then locked.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pissheads
piss heads in the park
piss heads in the park
staying out till dark
staying out till dark
dont wanna see the crack in your arse
when you're lying on the grass
dont wanna hear your shout
when im just out walking about
piss heads in the park
piss heads in the park
staying out till dark
staying out till dark
dont wanna see your veins
coming out your brains
dont wanna feel the pain
of your life put down the drain
piss heads in the park
piss heads in the park
staying out till dark
staying out till dark
dont wanna think your my destiny
when i feel the addict in me
there has to be something more
than pissing on the floor
piss heads in the park
piss heads in the park
staying out till dark
staying out till dark
dont want the crack and the smack
when it only puts you back
to the bare necessities of being in the park
and staying out till dark
staying out till dark
so no-one sees
poem by Petra Creffield
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The Past, The Present And The Future
a blanket is neatly folded
and kept inside a cabinet
you wake up, open a window
and you see the road leading to an endless horizon
you go downstairs
sit on the floor and listen to the sound of the day
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cricket Is Just Another Game
Cricket just like baseball and football and golf is just another game
And though some great cricket players have won Worldwide fame
Cricket for most cricket fans like followers of all other sports
From their life cares is just an escape of sorts
The praises of sports celebrities millions every day do sing
And nowadays sports Worldwide is a huge thing
And those not in some way involved in sport a minority
At least that is how it does seem to me
I've got nothing against cricket I'd like to make that clear
Though on t v and radio so much of it to see and hear
Like every sport for millions of poor people I am aware
A temporary escape from their lives every care
And cricket after all is just another game
Like every other sport it is much the same.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Alankar (Decor) -8
Village-Silence
Even He can not measure His bliss
Of silence there
As it has gone beyond His grip
Of creational magic
It sounds like a God more supreme
Than His might
A silence soused in distant melodies mild
Cow dung scenting
In rhythmic trance compliant cows pose genteel
Before child Krishna
The lake beside Him presents itself composed
In submissive hue
A sanctuary much awaiting birds migratory soon
Sprawling wide over
Neatly done bund inebriating providential breaths live
Solace for anybody
Me too benched on the bund there
Till stars croon
Moony mind winged mine fleets elysian mindless
To return home
(On A Visit To A Birds' Sanctuary At Koonthankulam)
poem by Indira Renganathan
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I Am In Here
i am in here
inside this system
it does not follow
that i will agree
to everything inside this system
there is this
courtesy, there is this hope that someday
things will change
that i may after all change too and like it
i am patient i will wait
i will keep my silence
i will be sane, until i explode
like a bomb
surely i will die, but i pity you beside me
keep your distance then
i am about to explode, i am almost there
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Skeletons In The Closet
Woah-oh, woah-oh
Skeletons in my closet
Woah-oh, woah-oh yeah
Skeletons in my closet
Skeletons in my closet
Skeletons in my shoes
Skeletons I can only see
I said woah-oh, woah-oh
I got skeletons in my closet
I said woah-oh, woah-oh yeah
Skeletons in my closet
Skeletons I can lose
Skeletons in my basement
Loitering on my streets
Wearing my best pajamas
Sandwiched between my sheets
I said woah-oh, woah-oh yeah
Skeletons in my closet
I said woah-oh, woah-oh yeah
Skeletons in my closet
Ooh, I see bones
I see bones, icy bones
Ooh, I see bones
Say say bones - say boys don't you see them bones?
Rattle them bones at midnight
Shaking my bed, no sleep
I find fingers in my coat pocket
Skeletons from the deep
I said woah-oh, woah-oh
I got skeletons in my closet
I said woah-oh, woah woah-oh
I got skeletons in my closet
Ooh, I see bones
I see bones, s-see bones
Ooh, I see bones
I see bones
Say boys don't you see them bones?
No?
Heart bones, leg bones, ankle bones, arm bones,
finger bones, dogie bones, head bones
Skeletons in my closet
They even know when I'm in my closet
It's my.. my closet
Not your closet
My closet
You can have it though
Alice we want you
Alice
Alice
A-Alice
What?
Whaddya want
song performed by by Alice Cooper
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Light Of The Night
Who says is the night dark?
En the night we have all the light
We see everything en our life
With our heart
And our soul
En the day, we count
The seconds
The minutes
The hours......
Waiting the night
Waiting to came back
To ourselves
To our heart
To our soul
Who says the night is dark?
En the night we see
The universe
The light of the universe
The life of the universe
En our sky
We feel we are one party of this universe unlimited
We feel we are a party of the unlimited
We feel unlimited....
Who says the night is dark?
En the night
We take trip en the world of the silence
We listen the nice music of the silence
A silence talking
Who says the night is dark?
En the night
We go inside the hearts
We go en the depth of the hearts
We take a long way en depth of the hearts
A long an illuminated way
We see every thing inside the hearts
Who says the night is dark?
Who says the night is dark?
poem by Rachi Tibar
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Cricket Is A Serious Thing
In politics there’s room for jest;
With frequent gibes are speeches met,
And measures which are of the best
Are themes for caustic humor yet.
E’en though the pulpiteer we fret
With sundry quiddities we fling,
We pray you never to forget
That cricket is a serious thing.
The crowd assembles at a Test,
And Hobbs at length is fairly set,
Though Gregory rocks ‘em in with zest;
The barrackers may fume and fret
When Parkin has contrived to get
Five men of ours – we feel the sting,
And give expression to regret,
For cricket is a serious thing.
They have the lead; we would arrest
A sort of rot. No epithet
Is proper, though they’ve got our best
For next to nothing, and your bet
Is good as lost. Don’t sit and sweat;
Due reverence to the problem bring.
We have a pile of runs to net –
Ah, cricket is a serious thing.
poem by Edward George Dyson
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I really got into the cricket and staying up late watching the World Cup.
quote by Jeremy London
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Quarterly Review (Revised)
Did not sing in key, made so many mistakes, changed
the wrong things, did not find musical tonality required,
missed references, inserted others that should have
been left out
In spite of a new system inhibitor to prevent too much
adrenaline in my central nervous system, I still lost the
plot, can't continue translating, feeling bad with a
headache, my mind confused
I want so much to be an asset to our team but my dream
is in abeyance - ‘Wanting is a good thing' my guru says,
but it did not help me to do my work well and present a
neatly finished assessment document
The worst is the feeling of being a criminal
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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It doesn't matter if you're staying at a four-star hotel, you will never have your whole closet with you.
Whistling In The Dark
A woman came up to me and said
Id like to poison your mind
With wrong ideas that appeal to you
Though I am not unkind
She looked at me, I looked at something
Written across her scalp
And these are the words that it faintly said
As I tried to call for help:
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I like
And that is whistling in the dark
A man came up to me and said
Id like to change your mind
By hitting it with a rock, he said,
Though I am not unkind.
We laughed at his little joke
And then I happily walked away
And hit my head on the wall of the jail
Where the two of us live today.
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I like
And that is whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling, whistling
Whistling in the dark
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Please Somebody Stop Me
No stopping me now.
I went to far.
Just one step too far.
Back up.
Let's see how this stacks up.
No stopping me now.
I went to far.
Just one step too far.
Back up.
Let's see how this stacks up.
The pain has pushed me farther and farther.
Closer to the edge.
A suicidal rage was just a stage.
With daggers in my eyes I just want everyone to die.
A written confession upon this stone.
I walked away from you.
I had no choice.
The cold shoulder.
Every time I think about I feel a little bit older,
Time just continues to tic away.
And I still don't know what the right thing was to say.
No stopping me now.
I went to far.
Just one step too far.
Back up.
Let's see how this stacks up.
No stopping me now.
I went to far.
Just one step too far.
Back up.
Let's see how this stacks up.
Hate, can't even begin to describe the love and anguish I felt.
They say you only have the cards you were dealt.
Well I'm missing my ace of black hearts.
Where is she now?
When I'm looking so hard she can never be found.
Denied of everlasting harmony and peace.
I'm just a lonely old soul to the infinity.
And every time I think about her the guilt just rises up in me.
A volcano ready to explode.
Where do I put it all.
Is their a place under a hidden waterfall.
One last kiss, and it's welcome to the abyss.
No stopping me now.
I went to far.
Just one step too far.
Back up.
Let's see how this stacks up.
No stopping me now.
I went to far.
Just one step too far.
Back up.
Let's see how this stacks up.
Not so good.
Painting a picture of a star saying I wish he would.
Forgiveness abandon for indifference.
Passion abandon for satisfaction.
I loved you so much, and now you wont say one word to me.
I chase only to hit a brick wall time after time.
I want my partner in crime.
No I will not be fine.
Not this time.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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System Of Life
Now its time to look in your eyes
Youre so much better its no surprise
Its like a mirror is watching you
Maybe the words been broken - dont be no fool
Following the lights you see like a rolling train
Yesterday is gone - tomorrows in your hands
Something youve had is gone - dont wish it back
Let it go - dont run away - its nothing youll forget
You know the rules dont need no warning
Theres only one way to find the clue
Inside you so let it go
System of life - be the hunted or the hunter
System of life
System of life - its always by your side
System of life - the one and only way to live in harmony
Dont paint a picture full of love and hate
Paradise is here - but exceptions prove the rules
Sometimes it feels just like a dream becoming true
Close your eyes - look inside - it will never be the same
cause for your life there aint no warning
So stand up and fight to find the clue
So watch out you live and learn
Its the
System of life - be the broken or the breaker
System of life
Its the
System of life - its always real and true
System of life - the one and only way to live in harmony
Yeah - yeah
Oh, its the
System of life - be the hunted or the hunter
System of life
Its the
System of life - its always by your side
System of life - the one and only way to live in harmony
Its the
System of life - be the taken or the taker
System of life
Its the
System of life - its always real and true
System of life
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Lonely Cricket
In the darkest hollow where
echo giants live,
a Lonely Cricket screams cowardly
in cold boots
Lonely Cricket gasps, hidden
in a musky capsule away from
eager steps
Lonely Cricket falls mute from
the trivial flirt of a monstrous tread
In that cave, Lonely Cricket cries –
spewing shards of gossip to cut
insomniac puppets
“O Lonely Cricket what bulbous grapes you have”
“dimmed reflections of your desolation”
May blind feet find you hermit –
a crusty delight of incarnate shell
Creak not your raspy venom
Lonely Cricket…
“For I too can spit”
poem by Phil de Lange
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Cricket chirping
Frosty night
A mat of cold and white —
It holds a folded robe
But must I sleep alone?
tanka by Fujiwara no Yoshitsune
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Kids Kidnapped
Can you hear them scream?
Outside the street,
just hear them play?
there everywhere, playin
whatever's on there mind,
Can you hear them still?
is gettin dark
but they wanna stay outside
cause there havin fun
what they dont kno
is whats gonna happen next;
They should've gone inside
when mom told them to..
When silence arrives
Mom listens but she can't
hear them play..
there's noone outside
mom wonders what happened
She goes outside
but the kid's aint there
she looks inside. but
they ain there
she asks herself
Where are they? ?
They scream for help,
there far away
now they've one thing
one there little mind..
''we should've gone inside
when mom told us to''
now we are with someone else
that we dont like
When dad gets home
Mom told dad
what just happened
Dad got mad
but deep inside worried
and looks for the kids
but there far away now
they aint alright
cause they shouldve gone inside
they miss mom says
kids go inside!
Now you'll never hear them play cause
there far away and dead
They tried to ran away
but they got shot on there little forehead
the last thing they thought of was..
''They should've gone inside when mom told them to''
They miss mom and dad
there cold cause there burried now
but they only want to go play outside
one more time.
poem by Alex Rodriguez
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Love-letting
'Woman places corpse of husband in closet.
Linah B-,64, said her husband died
In October 31 in either 1977 or 1978 and she
Put him in a closet because she
Couldn't pay for a proper burial...'
Might've been a good case
For Perry Mason if foul play
Had been suspected, but
The authorities got to the bottom
Of the matter when they
Got the call from the workmen
Painting the house.
Seems there was a little more than
Plaster-of-Paris on a closet floor
Than the woman let on.
One might wonder at the woman's stead
To bear the dead crime,
'No, J- is not home today, '
No one the wiser what lay
In the closet's keep.
It'll probably be the 'in' thing now-
Home Burial.
Little women will squirrel
Their loved ones away-
Where the dead never leave the house.
poem by Edward Steinhardt
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Triple Homicide
I'm glad the fighting's stopped
the house is silent
empty
this is how I like it
no yelling
no fights
no broken glass
silence
when they're both gone I'm happy
but when they come home
I go straight to my room
I try to be quiet
as I listen to music in the closet
the fight begins
there screaming
this time I hear my name
I ignore it
not wanting to join the fight
my dad bursts in yelling for me
my window left open he screams
he thinks I'm gone
I thought quickly
as my mom ran in
silence
silence
silence
my dad yells again
at my crying mom
I cry silently
as she's pulled from the room
screaming
I hear a gunshot and I jump
grabbing a pocket knife
from my jacket
the cries stop
then another shot
a loud thump
as a body falls
I climb out of the closet
knife in hand
blood pouring out my
parents bedroom door
silence
I open the door and see two
bodies on the floor
a gun in my father's hand
silence
silence
silence
then sirens
and cops coming around the corner
so I take the gun from my dad
hold it to my head
a loud pop
then
silence
silence
silence
t he cops would
call this a triple homicide
or double homicide and suicide
but I call this
a family
who needed help
poem by No Reason To Care
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