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No ideas but in things

the snake is always a snake
and the scorpion cannot promise the frog
that in the middle of the storm
at its back, it will not bite
they will die together, but that is not enough
fear for being what they
to each they are,
the weeds are weeds and writing
is writing as always,
words that are words, come and speak, and mouths
will always be mouths,
sleepless are we at times on this
endeavor to understand
what lies beyond this
crap, metaphors of stones not reconciling
with roses
tattoos of the arms of a jilted lover
i am composed.
i compose to thing to things
not words, not to think to think
but things
as they are
as they were
forever.

still trying
what this saxifrage is all about
it splits.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Sort of a Song

Let the snake wait under
his weed
and the writing
be of words, slow and quick, sharp
to strike, quiet to wait,
sleepless.
-- through metaphor to reconcile
the people and the stones.
Compose. (No ideas
but in things) Invent!
Saxifrage is my flower that splits
the rocks.

poem by William Carlos Williams
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Words between words

Words between words
~
I try and say most things subtle
To slip words between words
In the hope you will read and hear
Sometimes I speak with blunt honesty
Sometimes wish I just didn’t speak
Sketching in secret characters
Telling stories built on fantasy
When a subtle look reveals
The obvious biography
Those words between words
What I write, what I speak
I understand words more than people
Words always seem easy
We all have things we wish to say
Some are said, others kept
All that is written then spoken
Are words between words

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Words

Words on this paper
Words in my head
Words while I'm texting
Computing
Unsaid
Words between people
Words on the phone
Words upon words
Even when I'm alone
Words from the Bible
I question
Don't mesh
Words from pornography
Making them flesh
Words with flat letters
Written in black
Good words and bad words
You cannot take back
Words that are shallow
Words that are deep
When they're too many
They put me to sleep
Words that I'm writing
And rhyming you read
Whatever I'm saying
There's prolly no need
Words from the alphabet
Words that can't be
When you are blind
And it's Braile that you see
Words that are worthless
And said on the fly
My words or your words
Are most likely lies
Words in a sentence
Wise words or fair
The only words earnest
Are those said in prayer

Written by Sara Fielder © 2011

poem by Sara Fielder
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Writing To

Writing to feel
Writing to heal
Writing to steal
Writing every emotion..
With such a white background.
It makes no sound
Even as the keys I pound.
Let my words have bite
Let from my words drip out meanings beyond meanings
Its something I try to be constantly be achieving.

Writing to feel
Writing to heal
Writing to steal
I want every heart and mind
Sucked in cause this is my world stage
No sense of the time.
Never to turn the page
Stuck in to a world oh so oh so fine

Writing to feel
Writing to heal
Writing to steal
Listen to her melody, as she sings.
Let chaos reign down from the skies
What will this day really bring?
Will the letter say good bye?
Will it mend everything?

Making everything better.
Destroying all the consequences
That exist in your world.
Welcome to the place I visit daily.
Inspirational maddness,
It attacks, attacks, and attacks.
With perfect sadness
I must let go once more.
And then the words hit the floor

Writing to feel
Writing to heal.
Writing to steal.
Becoming one with my soul.
Fighting for its one and only control.
Its mine, Its mine. Its mine.
In this reality it subsequently is not
A constant questioning of what?

Writing to feel
Writing to heal.
Writing to steal.
With every sound, taste, and light.
The worlds get get oh so oh so bright
Understand that which is not so forthright
This is my night, and day.
So come on join me, please this way.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Thank You Mom

always, always, and forever...
All, always, always, and forever...
(joel)
I'm sitting here i'm thinking back to a time when i was young...
My memory, is clear as day
I'm listening to the dishes clink, you were downstairs, you would sing
Songs of praise
And all the times we laughed with you, and all the times that you stayed true
To us
Now we'll say...
I said i thank you, we'll always thank you
More than you would know, than i could ever show
And i love you, i'll always love you
There's nothing i won't do, to say these words to you
That you're beautiful forever...
(chorus)
All, always, always, and forever...
You were my mom, you were my dad, the only thing i ever had was you, it's true
And even when the times got hard, you were there to let us know...that we'd get
Through
You showed me how to be a man, you taught me how to understand the things,
People do
You showed me how to love my god, you taught me that not everyone... knows the
Truth
And i thank you, we'll always thank you
More than you would know, than i could ever show
And i love you, we'll always love you
There's nothing i won't do, to say these words to you
That you will live forever...
(acoustic guitar solo)
Forever...
And ever...
(bridge)
Forever...
And ever...
I said i thank you, we'll always thank you
More than would know, than i could ever show
And i love you, we'll always love you...
There's nothing i won't do, to say these words to you
And i thank you, we'll always thank you...
More than you would know, than i could ever show
And i love you, we'll always love you
There's nothing i won't do, to say these words to say
That, you will never, ever...
Ohhhhhh...

song performed by by Good Charlotte
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The Hands Of Whom We Love

what i have been writing is simply
the product of
a big distraction

it is like the blind
writing about light

i hear it and i know it
but i cannot clearly see it
and hence
i have never fully understood it

if i understood it
i shall not bother writing about it

this doubt shall make me live to write for more
i have it in my tongue but it slips the moment i want to utter it

behind me are scenes of my rumored true being
i set it aside for a while to describe it in words

but words are too shallow
i cannot bury my feet on them

and so the same things happen
night after night

sleepless after sleepless hands
groping for a dark and elusive fish in space

i submerge into unfathomable madness
do not get me wrong i am sane as the brightest star tonight

but just like it
there is no intimacy
for clarity

there is only beauty at a distance
like the way we wish to hold the hands of whom we love

we long that much but
we do not die.....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beyond Words Beyond Images

it is ironic, these words claiming
that one day, these words will be beyond words,
that these images will be beyond images
that i will be like those who went their way alone
not befriending anyone but keeps on writing
in the middle of the storm
and cyclones and typhoons
and quakes and volcanic eruptions

beyond destruction, beyond words, beyond images.
smart man.

unlimited.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For Heaven's Sake, Listen, Listen, O My Darling

For heaven's sake, listen, listen, O my darling:
Do not dart your cruel, angry glances at me,
For I swear by the lovely pitchers of your breasts,
And by your golden, glittering, snake-like necklace:
If ever on earth I dare touch anyone except you,
Let your necklace turn into a real snake, and bite me;
And if ever my promise and words prove false,
Chastise me, O darling, in the way you want to.
But, now, don't hesitate to take me in your arms,
Bind, bind my thirsty body with yours; bruise me
With your thighs, and bite, bite me with your teeth.
Let your fingernails dig deep, deep into my skin!
Strangle me, for heaven's sake, with your breasts,
And lock me in the prison of your body forever!

poem by Vidyapati Thakur
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You Write Because Of A Certain Purpose

writing with a purpose.
like everything and everyone
always with a purpose...

beauty, and hope and sadness
and death and redemption...

all these have built-in purposes
but whatever that is

the things-in-themselves
without mouths speak for what they mean

outstretched tendrils looking for the ray of the sun
blooming petals wanting for someone to adore

pathways seeking themselves on a certain destinations
seas covering the earth giving way to the existence of maps

and so i write, i keep the purpose within my letters
my words that you read

this poem that shows arms opening
to embrace you and also to keep my cold heart warm.

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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The Need To Be Faraway

it is only when
i am far away

beyond the reach of
this civilization

that for a
little while

i quit
writing because it is this
distance
that keeps me
sane

it is the nearness
of all these
little things around me
that keeps
my hands moving

cultivating a garden of
words
to hide
the weeds

to please what has
been
creating havoc
in that warring
hole of
my empty being

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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SnakeSkin

Now it seems
You were the snake
That I was
Trying to protect you from-
The snake with
The deadliest venum ever!
The snake that would cross
The line and never come
Back again!
The snake that would
Bite itself
The snake that would
Bite me!
For trying to
Protect it from itself!

poem by Dorsey Baker
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I Know Your Heart…

From your poetry
I know your heart
Words that heal or
Tear things apart

Words from fear
Uncertainty, doubt
Poetic words that
Unite, block out

Words of love,
Reverence, hope
Tiny words or
Large in scope

Words wisely chosen
Words that cause pain
And damaged feelings
Over and over again

Next time your mouth opens
Check heart before you speak
For things always go better
When one withholds critique

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
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A Frog And A Toad

A tiny frog on a lili-pad,
Was so depressed she felt so sad.
She wrung her hands and racked her brain,
And said to herself, I'm going insane.

I'm in love with the toad that lives next door,
When my dad finds out he'll go through the floor.
And I can't imagine what mom will do.
My black and green will be black and blue.

While she pondered on, the snake swam by,
And the little frog uttered a sigh.
She asked hey snake what would you do,
If you were in love with a toad like lou?

The snake replied, I'll tell you what,
You really put me on the spot.
A frog I could love, a toad too fat,
I'd rather be seen with a rat.

But you little frog with your leopard spots,
I think that you could dot my dots.
Come over here and say to me,
That you'll be mine for eternity.

The little frog opened her eyes,
And saw in the snake no truth just lies.
She jumped in the water and swam away,
And found her lou and said o.k.

It's not so bad to be black and blue,
And have your daddy be mad at you.
It's better to be with an ugly toad,
Than inside a snake and growing cold.

4/20/10 29 palms ca.

poem by Juan Olivarez
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I'm Writing to the Wind

I'm writing to the wind
The words drift from my mouth
They dance and mix about
Then lose what they're about

I'm writing to the wind
To say I stand alone
To let the people know
I came and then went home

I'm writing to the wind
Because no one seems to know
We're nearly almost at the door
Where no one want to go

And if the wind says no
I think I'll understand
The wind just comes and goes
And seldom makes a stand

The wind can pass me buy
Or stay awhile to linger
The wind can never die
Or rise to point it's finger

The wind goes on and on
Around the world forever
Unless it comes to find
It's a sad and poor endeavor

For after we are gone
The wind will just be flying
'Ore empty barren plain
We made as we lay dieing

poem by S. Michael Downs
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Beware Words Written

words celebrating what is written
beware allure of beauty in words written
seek instead words thoughts not written
words not written thoughts not written

themes not written which need to be written

the importance of the unwritten demands writing
important world needs consciousness needs writing
urgent global necessity issues demands needs writing
actions resolutions policy change harmony restoration needs writing

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Writing On The Wall

Words and music by rick nielsen
All right, I saw the writing on the wall.
All night, I saw the writing on the wall,
I saw the writing on the wall.
Lo and behold, heard it on the radio.
It was a long time comin, but it sounds so sweet, come on, man, get off my back.
All right, I saw the writing on the wall.
All night, I saw the writing on the wall,
I saw the writing on the wall.
In the midwest and in the east.
Canada, southwest, around the world,
L.a., tokyo, sounds so sweet,
Come on honey, get on your feet.
All right, I saw the writing on the wall.
All night, I saw the writing on the wall,
I saw the writing on the wall.
The words were oh, so...
The words were oh, so clear.
All right, I saw the writing on the wall.
All night, I saw the writing on the wall,
I saw the writing on the wall.
Lo and behold, heard it on the radio.
It was a long time comin, but it sounds so sweet, come on, man, get off my back.
Saw it at the airport, it was on t.v.
Read it in a magazine, runnin down the street.
Makes no sense, but I hope its gonna last,
The next big thing, I really gotta laugh.
Worked and slaved and played like hell,
Everybodys goin crazy, youre the last to know.
Cant explain it, still a joke to me,
Maybe Im naive, cause its so plain to see.
Its right in front of your face, man.
Its right in front of your face, man.
Played like hell, whoa!
Played like hell, whoa!

song performed by by Cheap Trick
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the poem that N A M E D itself

it crawls out
slithering snake
onto the paper
spread like the Bible
out before me
and I think:
what shall I write?
and it seeps out
bleeding black
onto the paper
words that form
from the hollow
places inside me
that sometimes
I can’t find
and it calls forth
emotions that
deserve the words
I can’t give
—except
I give them
my pen is sharp
and my hand aches
the words are
pouring out onto
the face
of blank paper
and I am staring
outside myself
not writing the
words but merely
a vessel for them
to contain themselves
when it is done
and the hollow places
are silent I ask:
what shall I
call it?
but it is already
N A M E D

poem by Elizabeth Rebel
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Men faer Snake more than Women

The men fear snake more than women
A man walking with his wife
Come across the snake on path near home
The man and his wife suddenly stopped
The man whined and the woman unfleappabled
The man whined people of that home
Is there snake soother-healer there?
Why?
Snake! My God!
Has it bitten you
No! my God
Then why?
It wants to bite meeee!
let it bite you first
And you‘ll be told
Yes or No

poem by David Aoloch Bion
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A note in my diary

Writing this piece of peace

From my heart to you

Reading your words

From your mind for me

Feel so numb and I can’t hear

Anything you say makes me sad

And I am going to buy a fish

A fish to feed you all because...

Some words are incomplete

Few words are baseless

I’m going to take a shower

And get back to work…

Writing a short note and will send

Few diaries of snaps and poems

Pick one of them and wet the page

Let me read your mind and your words…

poem by Nithin Jacob
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