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My Brother And I

it is December and I have not opened
my book in civil law
for days now
except this book of poems
by Olav Hauge

nevertheless i am excited
joyriding in a pick-up with my
long lost brother
and drinking from a bottle
of tanduay rum
we are groggy and we do not have
any place to go
we are just together
and i am driving

if i fall asleep in a minute
something really bad may happen
but how can we ever mind?
we can be dead at any time
and be without any
regrets

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Drinking While Driving

It's August and I have not
Read a book in six months
except something called The Retreat from Moscow
by Caulaincourt
Nevertheless, I am happy
Riding in a car with my brother
and drinking from a pint of Old Crow.
We do not have any place in mind to go,
we are just driving.
If I closed my eyes for a minute
I would be lost, yet
I could gladly lie down and sleep forever
beside this road
My brother nudges me.
Any minute now, something will happen.

poem by Raymond Clevie Carver
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Books

Books take me to a place like no other
When I'm reading no one else madders
All my problems go away and it's just my books and me.
Books I like that word but when I read
My mom and dad and all my brothers and sisters go away
And I'm left there with no one but a book.
And then I pick it up and the word isn't so empty any more
It's full again. Like when you're a kid and your mom or dad
Come home after a long trip without you and you missed them
And then you're crying, laughing and happy all at the same time.
That how I get with a book I just found.
Happy because it's by my favorite Author but yet sad because
The book ended with questions still in my head.
And laughing because it was funny at one point in the book.
I love that felling when I pick up a book.
How do you fell when you pick up a book?
Happy, sad, a funny felling? You tell me please come on now don't be shy.

poem by Alley Rodriguez
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Picture Book

Picture yourself when youre getting old,
Sat by the fireside a-pondering on[? ].
Picture book, pictures of your mama, taken by your papa a long time ago.
Picture book, of people with each other, to prove they love each other a long ago.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Picture book.
Picture book.
A picture of you in your birthday suit,
You sat in the sun on a hot afternoon.
Picture book, your mama and your papa, and fat old uncle charlie out cruising with their friends.
Picture book, a holiday in august, outside a bed and breakfast in sunny southend.
Picture book, when you were just a baby, those days when you were happy, a long time ago.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Picture book.
Picture book.
Picture book.
Picture book.
Picture book,
Na, na, na, na na,
Na, na, na, na na,
A-scooby-dooby-doo.
Picture book,
Na, na, na, na na,
Na, na, na, na na,
A-scooby-dooby-doo.
Picture book, pictures of your mama, taken by your papa a long time ago.
Long time ago,
Long time ago,
Long time ago,
Long time ago,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

song performed by by Kinks
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I Get Excited

(tennant/lowe)
--------------
(excited)
(excited)
(excited excited excited excited)
(excited excited excited excited)
(i get excited)
(i get excited)
We're both in the gutter, that's no surprise
What does it matter, when i look in your eyes?
We've lost all our money, we're thrown out of bars
We're lying in the gutter, but we're looking at the stars
I get excited, you get excited too (excited) (i get excited)
I get excited, you get excited too (excited) (i get excited)
I hear the sound of the subway, the sigh of the heat
The click of the visitors' heels on the street
The rattle of the taxi, the scream of the cars
The clatter of the dustbin and the beat of my heart
I get excited, you get excited too (excited) (i get excited)
I get excited, you get excited too (excited) (i get excited)
I don't know why, i don't know why (i get excited)
I don't know why, i don't know why
(excited excited excited excited)
(excited excited excited excited)
You're in my soul
My body moves to your control
Baby, i've been thinking about you
All night long, and the neighbours are talking
I don't know why, i don't know why (excited) (i get excited)
I don't know why, i don't know why
(excited) (i get excited)
We're both in the gutter, that's no surprise
What does it matter, when i look in your eyes?
We've lost all our money, we're thrown out of bars
We're lying in the gutter, but we're looking at the stars
I get excited, you get excited too (excited) (i get excited)
I get excited, you get excited too (excited) (i get excited)
I don't know why, i don't know why (i get excited)
I don't know why, i don't know why
(excited excited excited excited)
(excited excited excited excited)
(ooooooooh)
I get excited, you get excited too (excited) (i get excited)
I get excited, you get excited too (excited) (i get excited)
I don't know why, i don't know why (i get excited)
I don't know why, i don't know why (i get excited)
I get excited, you get excited too

song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Lost In A Book

SHHH!
don't bother me
I'm lost in a book

mixed up with
the complicated plots
and outrageous characters

when i'm lost in a book
I don't have to think
about my life

I'll get stuck in
a fantasy world
and never
have to come back
home again

one book
after another
I read, read, read

different places
different people
a new world

I start fresh
each time
I open up a new book

when i'm lost in a book
I am safe
no one can hurt me

I'm happy
when I'm lost
in a book

poem by Annie Janine
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Book Of Guidance

Book of knowledge,
Book of truth,
The book of old,
Contains the youth,

This book has plenty,
On lies and deceit,
This reveals how to get up,
After every single defeat,

This book of love,
Tell the story,
Of the beauty's dove,
And Gods glory,

This book of life,
Is the way to live,
Be free be true,
Be pure all the way through,

Be trustworthy have honor,
Live long and prosper,
Please God and love your father,
Have fun and be one with your brother.

poem by Jordan Moore
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Why.............?

The American book of 'why',
The Asian book of 'why',
The European book of 'why',
The African book of 'why',
The Australian book of 'why',
The most asked question in the valley of world events;
Especially when one explodes a bomb!

The Christian book of 'why',
The Muslim book of 'why',
The Jewish book of 'why',
The Hindu book of 'why',
The Krishna book of 'why',
lLife is like the yeast which makes the bread rise;
But, the writer always has his or her own mind.

The Pagan book of 'why',
The Buddhist book of 'why',
The Protestant book of 'why',
The Confucian book of 'why',
To all life's aspects with the remaining books of 'why';
Poetry is the literature that muses with the mind.

Shall the trumpet be blown in the city and,
The people will not be afraid?
Seven bulls and seven rams,
I am the planted tree by the rivers of waters.
I am very young in years but,
The word 'why' is the question that goes around easily.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Crispy Sheets

I always like to meet
Under fresh crispy sheets
To feel its coolness against my skin
I get so excited I don't know where to begin
Maybe start by putting my arms around a pillow
Then stretch out and switch on the radio
Roll over and look out of the window
Watch a cloud cross the sun and cast a shadow
Get up, make coffee and go back to bed
Pick up a book that I've just read
Turn a page and then close my eyes
And fall asleep, there's a surprise
Let the quietness drift away my dream
Lying covered in linen sheets of light cream
Only to be woken up by a cat purring in my ear
There's no place I'd rather be than here
Oh wonderful Crispy Sheets

poem by JeanJacques Evendon
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Because You Are Not Here

My poems have lost rhythm
Because you are not here!
My room is in a mess
Because you are not here!

My life seems like a nightmare
Because you are not here!
God is more close to me now
Because you are not here!

My night doesn’t seem to pass
Because you are not here!
All songs seem monotonous
Because you are not here!

No book of poems seems interesting
Because you are not here!
I don’t see the sky of dawn
For such a long time
Because you are not here!

poem by Asif Andalib
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Log Book

From a ship’s logbook
Sat on deck another long day I smelled of chippy fat
and the sweat of honest labour

The stove in the galley was oil fired but I wanted to
read a few poems before I had a shower.

The light wasn’t any good so I read a western book,
as I always had wanted to be a sheriff in Texas.

The book was good I knew the words before I read
them, fell asleep when I awoke it was midnight

I knocked on my cabin door, give roaches a change
escape; impossible long days and blithe was the sea

In the morning I was still reeking of chippy fat and it
was too late to have a shower.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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A Closed Book

A book unopened
leaves words to die.
A book unopened
leaves words to lie
in perpetuity,
never alive, never free
to deliver its thoughts
for any to see.

Who was the writer?
What did he pen?
The absence of readers
are lost and then
the book lies quietly
on a shelf
and maybe all by itself it knows.

It will never be opened.
It will always be closed,
just like some people
who won't open up
and speak their words to you.
Their life is something
you'll never know,
something you won't view.
For they are a closed book too.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Paper Boats

Sit on a train, reading a book
Same damn planet every time I look
Try to relax and slow my heartbeat
Only works when im dead asleep
Been thinking and drinking all over the town
Must be gearing up for some kind of melt-down
All I am is
A body floating down-wind
All I am is
A body floating down-wind
Whats wrong?
Nothing
Are you sure nothings wrong?
Yeah
But youre sad about something
Yeah
So tell me what
I dont know
I cant tell you
I cant tell you
All I am is
A body floating down-wind
All I am is
A body floating down-wind
Sit on a train, reading a book
Same damn planet every time I look
Try to relax and slow my heartbeat
Only works when im dead asleep
Been thinking and drinking all over the town
Must be gearing up for some kind of melt-down
As the express train passes the local
It moves by just like a paper boat.
Although it weighs a million pounds
I swear it almost seems to float.
And as we pass by each other
Our heads all full of bother
We cant look, we cant stop
We cant think, We cant stop
Because were stuck in our own paths
And its the way it always lasts
But I need something more from you.
All I am is
A body floating down-wind
All I am is
A body floating down-wind

song performed by by Nada Surf
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Little Black Book

There was a time you and I were everything
Youll never know the days and nights
I spend imagining
Yesterday is the only place
Well ever know oh oh
In my little black book
Theres someone I used to know
Day by day time slips away
Where did our love go
In my little black book
Youre always there to remind me
It wasnt just a dream
And baby in my heart you will always be
Picked up the phone
Didnt know
What I was gonna do
I heard your voice
I had no choice
I hang up on you
Yesterday is the only place
Well ever know oh oh
In my little black book
Theres someone I used to know
Day by day time slips away
Where did our love go
In my little black book
Youre always there to remind me
How it used to be
But baby in my heart
Youre still a part of me
Theres no future living in the past
You can dream but you can never go back
Oh no you will always be there
In my little black ... in my little black book
Theres someone I used to know
Day by day time slips away
Where did our love go
In my little black book
Youre always there to remind me
It wasnt just a dream
Were worlds apart
Youre in my heart
And there youll always be
In my little black book
Theres someone I used to know
Day by day time slips away
Where did our love go
In my little black book
Youll always be
A part of me
You always be
In my little black book

song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Book Of Days

Genealogical history,
The Book of Days and the keys of love;
The abundance of living creatures,
The Book of Peace and the Book of Care;
But anywhere and anyplace is my love to you,
And like the Caribbean Blues.

To the great lights,
Someone deceived you but i took you in;
And you now have a light source to see your way through,
Because the Book of Days is all about our lives on this earth!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Belong To The Past/ My Mind Is An Old Mind

I BELONG TO THE PAST/ MY MIND IS AN OLD MIND

I belong to the past-
My mind is an old mind-
Books not tweets,
Songs which sing
Not rages which talk.
My mind is an old mind-
I live in the long readings of distance days-
When lost in books
I dreamed life
Greater than any I had yet known-
I belong to the past
My mind is an old mind-
I have lived many many years
And the book of my own life
So much less than what I read of others
And dreamed for myself once-
I belong to the past
My mind is an old man
Yet like a fool
I still believe
Some day somehow once
There will be
The book of my life
Others will read.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Other

I cannot write.
The star is dead.
The poet in me returns to slumber.
So fleeting the instant, so silent the time,
Already Fall slips into December.
The twilight has come.
The end is near.
The final sigh of Winter.
Nature heaves, my heart dies.
Life poised on a balanced whisper.
That cannot fly, is already gone,
Far away, twisted by a convulsive mutter.
I am lost, I am dread,
The illusion so faint, so sweet.
It was said, I once said.
You are mine, I am yours,
In you fulfilled, I drink and meet.
Lost, oh lost, hopelessly lost forever.
Escape, escape, I fly, I run, I go.
On the precipice of dreams, I roam.
Roam in search of another.
But I am, no more, I know,
No more will Beauty shine.
For what is right, what was mine
Has left, has left me for no other.
I cannot write.
The star is dead.
The poet in me has fallen.
Fallen asleep, away from me,
Fallen in the hands of another.
It was said, I once said.
That love lasted forever.
The brilliant bushel of light
I surmise
Has fallen to the shadows of Winter.
So have you betrayed me,
With lies,
In lies, you lied with another.
So fall I have, in Fall I shook,
In Fall I met with a stranger.
Not of peace, not of hope.
The sightless eyes of restless demise,
These eyes of sorrow did whisper.
Of the deed you did, of the cries of joy,
The cries you never would utter.
For me, for me, for me,
For me you ever did slumber.
But for him, this man,
The alien, the fool,
You did turn yourself traitor,
You gave yourself, so entirely,
So entirely to another.
I cannot write.
The poet is dead.
I finally put an end to the torture.
It was a beautiful night,
Not a breeze crossed my sight,
On this longest twilight of December.
I slew the poet,
I slaughtered the stranger,
I murdered the man, this Other.
But in shame, in shame,
In misery, I did exclaim,
In shock I beheld another.
Not a stranger, no other man,
Truly
None other, none other was the stranger.
One and the same,
Yes, one and the same,
I had been deceived forever.
This curse, this doom,
This misery, this gloom,
Must look no further for its maker.
The artist of design,
The creator of the Line,
The one and only Stranger.
I cannot write,
This poem is dead.
I am now trapped in eternal slumber.
The poet was right.
It was said, I once said.
Beware the longest night of Winter.
The Beautiful night, the absence of light,
Will bring you, truly,
Will bring you naught but dread.
And so it was, the poet was dead.
The deed was done,
I ended the stranger, the impostor,
The traitor.
But in death, in death,
Even with his final words he said:
My brother, my brother,
What have you done my brother.
There is no Other.
Rest peacefully brother.
For together, in each Other.
I am dead.

poem by Jeremy Cahoon
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The Management of Grief

pick up a book,
put it down.

go outside.
sit in the red chair.

get up from the red chair.
sit in the grass.

pick the grass.
eat the grass.

throw the grass away,
sit on the steps.

pick up a rock.
scratch a circle
on a step
with the rock.

put the rock down.

sit in the red chair.

kick the red chair.

eat the red chair, eat the book.

poem by Mary Frances Farrow
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Summer Chance

The chances of summer are of chance,
When you take a chance,
Chances will bring,
The good,
The bad,
The indifference,
The outcome,
For taking a chance,
Is what is left,
Then is left to per chance,

Yet,
Summer time,
Brings all kinds of chances,
Summer romances,
Summer time ventures,
All in all it is a time,
For taking the time,
To just relax,
And simply just,
Let things happen,

Oh what it would be,
If, we all took a chance,
On love for love sake,
Leaving to per chance?
So summer songs,
Would ring with chimes,
When summer's love,
Would then last all year long,

What too could happen,
If,
We all took that chance,
Just to see,
What would happen,
To simply be,
A wild card,
Let loose,
To take a wild chance,
And let per chance,
Take its course,
In summer chances,
Of summer romances,

For to let a pattern to evolve,
That brings about that summer outcome,
Of a summer in per chance,
That has,
No arrangements,
Appointments set,
An agenda to be met,
Or,
A poise or position in life,
That one must be of,
Or,
Have to make that grade,

For summer chance,
And taking that chance,
Will bring you to a better place,
A fresh begining,
Or,
New places and people,
Or a summer's love,
To last all year long,

Is,
To believe in,
Per chance,
Of Summer's chance,

That then begins,
A short story of life,
That leads to the book,
Of two people in love,
From what took a chance,
With a summer romance,
That lead to their book,
A book of life,

From summer chance,
Of meeting per chance?

poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain
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How Will I Fall Asleep Tonight?

How will I fall asleep tonight?
My mind just races so.
Can I desensitize myself to life
and allow my mind to go
to a place of peace and rest?
Or has God allowed this to happen to me
because it is my test?

I search for answers that do not come.
They’re lost inside of my mind.
I struggle with this on each new day
but the answers are left behind
in some faraway place that beckons me
but I’m never able to find.

I will try again to sleep tonight
and put my thoughts away
at least until I can find some rest
to face another day.