Internet Poetry
I and the internet
Sensitive nerves
Concentrate in
My fingers
Making sweet sounds
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I and the internet
Sensitive nerves
Concentrate in
My finger tips
Making sweet sounds
in silence
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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He who feels compelled to consider the consequences of these facts cannot but realize that the specific sensibility of nerves for certain impressions is not enough, since all nerves are sensitive to the same cause but react to the same cause in different ways.
quote by Johannes P. Muller
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Space Between All Things
All the walls of your house,
were painted in deep blue,
you're at that indecisive age to choose colours that reflect you,
and everything and nothing,
is in the space between all things,
that fascinates as much as it agitates,
words turn me into what I say,
as you pull your yellow stained fingers,
through your un-kept hair,
I noticed that the corners of your jeans,
were folded neatly into squares,
your thoughts are the strangest place that you've ever been,
stranger even than Los Angeles,
it's like a cinema where they never ask you to leave,
So while you wait and are you wait,
and concentrate on being as far away,
from fate so while you wait,
and concentrate on being as far away,
She had a north Atlantic film star grace,
that's why her tears are out of place,
that kind sadness has more style,
so nothing will make her smile,
except as soon as anything happens,
she'll drag me on the street,
and hand in hand we stand protesting,
while everyone is still asleep,
So while you wait and are you wait,
and concentrate on being as far away,
from fate so while you wait,
and concentrate on being as far away,
so while you wait and are you wait,
and concentrate on being as far away,
from fate so while you wait,
and concentrate on being as far away,
Are you wait,
are you wait,
are you wait,
are you waaait,
song performed by by Idlewild
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“Sweet Sounds of Joy”
Sounds of joy, sounds of joy
Oh how I love to hear sweet sounds
Of joy
Sounds of joy, sounds of joy
Oh how I love to hear momma sing
In her morning voice
Sounds of joy, sounds of joy
Oh how I love to be in the presence
Of these sounds of joy
Sounds of joy, sounds of joy
Oh how I love sweet sounds of joy
poem by Va Rockeya Foy
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To be sensitive
As sensitive, I am neither tolerant nor patient.
As sensitive, I am neither neutral nor indifferent.
As sensitive, I am either a rose or a cactus.
Whose fault is it that I am sensitive?
24.05.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Concentrate On You
Whenever skies look grey to me
And trouble begins to brew
Whenever the winter winds
Begin to blow
I concentrate on you
When fortune cries nay, nay to me
And people declare youre through
Whenever the blues becomes my only song
I concentrate on you
On your smile to sweet so tender
When first my kiss you deny
On the love in your eyes
When you surrender
And once again our arms entertwine
And so when wise men say to me
That loves young dreams never come true
To prove that even wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you.
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Busy...
you body clock
does not tell time,
busy body, slimy fingers,
trembling hands,
wrecking nerves
fast tracking heart,
exploding ideas
killing boredom
it's been this way
since
nothing is written
the spirit is away
the body is left here
comatose
dreams like butterflies
hovering on some red flowers
heartless sounds of
discontent
fingers dissociated from hands
the eyes are closing
like closed computers
at 8 o'clock in the morning
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet 128: How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st
How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,
Upon that blessèd wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,
At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand!
To be so tickled, they would change their state
And situation with those dancing chips
O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more blest than living lips.
Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Simple, Seldom and Sad
Simple, seldom and sad
We are;
Alone on the Halibut Hills
Afar,
With sweet mad Expressions
Of old
Strangely beautiful
So we're told
By the Creatures that Move
In the sky
And Die
On the night when the Dead Trees
Prance and Cry.
Sensitive, seldom and sad -
Sensitive, seldom and sad -
Simple, seldom and sad
Are we
When we take our path
To the purple sea -
With mad, sweet Expressions
Of Yore,
Strangely beautiful,
Yea, and More
On the Night of all Nights
When the sky
Streams by
In rags, while the Dead Trees
Prance and Cry,
sensitive, seldom and sad -
sensitive, seldom and sad.
poem by Mervyn Peake
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I Like The Flow Of Language That Is So Natural
like falling rain
hitting a yam leaf,
round drops sliding
to the tendrils
of a vine
like water leaking
from a roof
saved by
a tin can
(remember poor
Basho's poem
while he was trying
to sleep
on a rainy day)
like the sound of lips making a kiss
of the ten fingers of the hands sliding
on thighs
down to the most sensitive
part of the human body
the vulva &
the glans
in mutuality of
accepting the rule
of desire
making the most out
of the last remaining
moments of
love.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I also administer the Internet Assigned Names Authority, which is the central coordinator for the Internet address space, domain names and Internet protocol conventions essential to the use and operation of the Internet.
quote by Jon Postel
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I Thought I Am Complete
i thought i am complete
seeing my fingers
all intact in my hands
seeing my toes
in proper places of
my feet and my eyes
between the bridge
of my nose
and my hair lushing
on my head and my
ears too sensitive
for voices and sounds
and then something
runs in my spine
like a worm
at first then
more like a snake
and i suddenly
shudder
and then it was
that time that i
realize that i am
incomplete
and the thought comes
like a sudden flash of
light
i need you
i may not have learned to love you yet
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself anything less than a god.
quote by Alan Watts
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For The Friends And Foes
FOR THE FRIENDS AND FOES
FLAMES OF JOY BURNING EVERYWHERE
IN THE MIDDLE OF COLD WINTER
FLOWING IS WARM SPIRIT TO SHARE
MELTING THE TENDER FEELINGS TO CARE
FOR THE FRIENDS FOES AND NEIGHBORS
LIVING AS ONE TOGETHER AND FOREVER
BONDING WITH SWEET SOUNDS OF LAUGHTER
OPENING THE HEARTS TO DIVINE TO SURRENDER
BREEZE OF HAPPINESS BLOWING WITH SNOW
SPRINKLING GOODWILL MAKING IT GROW
ALL OVER MAKING THE WORLD GLOW
IN DIVINE SHADOWS IN PEACEFUL MEADOWS
FOR THE FRIENDS AND FOES AND NEIGHBORS
LIVING AS ONE TOGETHER AND FOREVER
BONDING WITH SWEET SOUNDS OF LAUGHTER
OPENING THE HEARTS TO DIVINE TO SURRENDER
RIVER OF UNDERSTANDING MAKING ITS WAY
IN THE SOULS NIGHT AND DAY
EVEN UNDER THE SKIES OF GRAY
EVERYONE TAKING PRECIOUS TIME TO PRAY
poem by Mittur Ramprasad
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We are having Internet Governance discussions and meetings and a very large number of people are discussing the future of the Internet who have no clue as to what the Internet is except that it is important and that they have to be involved.
quote by Steve Crocker
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Sounds of Nature
Sounds of Nature,
brings an echo
to my ear.
So gentle are,
their call
to my heart
Seeing this all,
birds making music,
to my ear
Sweet smell of
flowers still developing
oh, the spendor of it all
Sounds of Nature
brings an echo
to my ear.
Fingers Of Love
Can you imagine this
An itch to sensitive to scratch
The light that falls through the cracks
An insect to delicate to catch
I hear the endless murmur
Every blade of grass that shivers in the breeze
And the sound that comes to carry me
Across the land and over the sea
And I can't look up
Fingers of love move down
And I can't look back
Fingers of love move down
Colour is its own reward
Colour is its own reward
The chiming of a perfect chord
Let's go jumping overboard
Into waves of joy and clarity
Your hands come out to rescue me
And I'm playing in the shallow water
Laughing while the mad dog sleeps
And I can't look up
Fingers of love move down
And I won't be hit
Fingers of love move everywhere
There is time yet
Fall by the way
From the cradle to the grave
From a palace to the gutter
From beneath the dying waves
To the sun like fingers of love
Through waves of joy and clarity
A fallen angel walked on the sea
And I'm playing in the shallow water
Laughing while the mad dog sleeps
And I can't look up
Fingers of love move down
And I won't be hit
Fingers of love move everywhere
There is time yet
For you to find me
And all I want
Fingers of love move down
song performed by by Crowded House
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The Girl Of My Life(2)
its for my di
the only di i have in my life
so named it
the girl of my life (2)
the girl of my life
my sweeet di
sweet enough to steal anyone's heart
caring enough to fill your heart with pure emotions
lovely enough to make you happy in a sweet word
loving enough that you will flow in her love
the girl of my life
my sweet di(sis)
talked me first
to read her poem first
i replied last
well i will try to comment is first
the girl of my life
my sweet di
i told her to be friends
she said its ok to be your friends
i wa shappy and she was i don't know
the girl of my life
my sweet di
she is with me in my dificult situations
she is with me when i am taking decisions
she is with me when i need a friend
and she will be with me till my end
the girl of my life
my sweet di
who loves beutiful poems
who eats kfc chickens
who likes to be myy sister
who says you are my sweet brother
the girl of my life
my sweet di
who desires like a great lady
who admires the great personalty
who has the power of intelligence(knowledge)
who is enough to teach me english
the girl of my life
my sweet di
who scolds me when i am making stupid things
when i am getting breaking
when i am needing
when i am crying
the girl of my life
my sweet di
who never have lied anything
who has the trust on me
who believes i am the sweetu of her
i am the bro of her
the girl of my life
my sweet di
i have to make some promises for you
i will be with you
i will be your proudy bro
i will be your sweetu bro
the gril of my life
my sweet di
i love you a lot
can not think of the life ahead
without the soft touch of your heart
without the caring fingers os your palm
i need your fingers to hold aand walk wiht you.
my sweet di my real girl of my life..(my anju di)
poem by Rajnish Jena
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Your Body Aches
your nerves are too tight
and pain grips your fingers
in between your moans
relax your muscles a bit
the tongue can do its task
pleasing sounds of gasps and groans
the palate knows what the heart misses
take this thing as a piece of cake
sugar coated and brightly colored
pink and red and less of the green
bluish and its smells of orangeness
and then have that dance,
yes, the belly, and why not?
it is just the two of us, why not?
why not try, being not you, for this moment,
this truth, this salvage of lost emotions,
why not? yes why not? just the two of us
and no one is watching
except the stars and the moon
these paper designs, glistening
with artificial pride.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You don't concentrate on risks. You concentrate on results. No risk is too great to prevent the necessary job from getting done.
quote by Chuck Yeager
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