Poetics 2...
invisible and
off tangent but like air
is too necessary
without which
the question of living
becomes
too miserable
heavy clouds
filled and
now dropping its
excess
into the dry
earth
it is a shame to
be brutally honest
hence
the metaphors...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Red Stained the Earth
When white clouds filled the land
Red stained the earth
Thunder roared and lightning struck
Red stained the earth
Darkness devoured the soul
Red stained the earth
Smoke choked the air
Red stained the earth
Cries were loud but never heard
Red stained the earth
Words misunderstood
Red stained the earth
A compromise was in vain
Red stained the earth
Land was stripped of its beauty
Red stained the earth
Raped of dignity, honor and trust
Red stained the earth
Language lost, stories untold
Red stained the earth
No more tradition, no more culture
Red stained the earth
When white clouds filled the land
Red stained the earth
poem by Ema Bovoro
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Be honest, brutally honest. That is what's going to maintain relationships.
quote by Lauryn Hill
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Almost Honest
I lied just a little
When I said I need you
You stretched the truth
When you said that you knew
Just cant believe it
Theres nothing to say
I was almost honest, almost
Living alone, cant stand this place
Its four in the morning and I still see your face
I was nearly pure
When I said I loved you
You were semi-sincere
You said Id bleed for you
We were kind of candid
Now youve gone away
You were almost honest, almost
Living alone, falling from grace
I want to be alone but theres just empty space
I cant face tomorow, now youre not coming back
Walked off in the night and just left me the tracks
I question your call by the tone of your voice
I know I should hang up but I dont have a choice
It happend that night when you told me to go
Dont ask whos to blame, I dont know
Almost, almost honest
Almost, I was almost honest
song performed by by Megadeth
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Poet Earth's metaphors
living things, they are
earth's metaphors for
the non living it harbours
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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What Made The Baby Cry?
On a cold night, late December
As the snow fell to earth
That's the one night, we remember
When a woman gave birth
And for miles and miles around
The baby's cry was the only sound
Did He know the world was filled with pain
Could He feel all the hunger and the shame
Or did He know about the way He would die
And the reason why
Is that what made the baby cry?
Is that what made the baby cry?
As his Mother turned to hold Him
Her face filled with joy
He grew quiet when She told Him
He was more than just her baby boy
And for miles and miles around
Her lullaby was the only sound
Did She know the world was filled with pain
Could She feel all the hunger and the shame
Or did She know about the way He would die
And the reason why
Is that what made Her baby cry?
Is that what made Her baby cry?
And as He fell asleep
She wiped away His tears
But the question still remains
Have we changed in two thousand years
Don't you know the world is still in pain
Can't you feel all the hunger and the shame
Did we forget about the way that He died
And the reason why
Would we still make the baby cry?
Would we still make the baby cry?
song performed by by Toby Keith
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A flag to carry
I tried to erase your memory
You were causing me so much worry
All the way I had felt deep sorry
Is this the way for the friendship flag to carry?
Red cheeks bear a desert look
As if a page missing in book
Can it be called a lovable piece?
If it fails to grant easy mind with pace
I wished to live a trace in your womb
My suggestion exploded like a live bomb
You saw it like shame on your existence
It left you high and dry and made you tense
It was just off beat talk and mention
It landed you in amusement with more tension
Well, it was desire from a very good friend
You halted it with one stroke and brought an end
You might have wished it to happen
My move was all of sudden
How charged clouds could withstand the force?
They have to unload the charge without remorse
It may blow heavily on barren land
Raise the dust storms from very hot sand
There won’t be any choice to fall on fertile
Any good attempt may prove futile
Earth and clouds may meet once a while
Clouds may watch it from distance in miles
Still so much urge to fall on earth and strike
It may be left with no question of like or dislike
No one can play with heavenly friendship
It can’t carry from one place to another on ship
It is invisible bond to last very long
Something can happen at any time and go wrong
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Astonishing Forest
Where the house filled with living
The house continuously giving
Where the house filled with nature
The house filled with adventure
Anything can survive
With the nature it provides
Where the house filled with grass
The house filled with hedges, bushes and plants
Canopy trees be it rain or shine
Will be there for you at any time
Where the green house filled with fresh air
Will shelter you in the heavy rain
O the house of beauty
O the house of sound
So much variety is yet to be found
poem by Sehar Zaman
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I think in a weird way that the entertainment industry is strangely more brutally honest than any other.
quote by Donal Logue
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My most difficult thing so far, to be brutally honest, has been to waltz as if I knew what I was doing.
quote by Richard Roxburgh
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The man who is brutally honest enjoys the brutality quite as much as the honesty. Possibly more.
quote by Richard Needham
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Do You Love Me
Why do you have to complicate my life
by asking if I love you?
Isn’t it enough for me to hold you in my arms
and spend my nights with you?
Please don’t push me for an answer,
I just enjoy being with you.
I could say yes and don’t mean it,
but that wouldn’t be honest with you.
What makes you ask that question,
when I never ask it of you?
I know you tell me you love me everyday
and it’s so obvious I’m happy with you.
I would like to say yes to your question,
but to be perfectly honest with you…
I’m frightened to make the commitment,
but if I was in love, it would be with you.
Love binds hearts, minds, and souls together,
so once I tell you that I love you
I will give you my everything forever,
even my very being for you.
So it’s not just a simple yes or no
that I would give to you.
It would be my life, body, and soul
that I would entrust to you.
So would you be willing to give such a love
if I put the same question to you?
Just think about it and be as honest with me,
as I have tried to be with you.
poem by Orlando Belo
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The person who is brutally honest enjoys the brutality quite as much as the honesty. Possibly more.
quote by Richard J. Needham
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Invisible
Ride along the road with friends
And the road trip ends
When the weather changes moods
Tried to keep my jaw from dropping
When I found out things
I wish I'd never knew
And everybody's got a story to tell
Everybody feels some pain
So do you
Do you think you are invisible?
Everybody's got a letter to write
Everybody's lost the fight
So have you
Do you think you are invisible today?
Tony's home, his child cries
And he calms him down
The best that he can do
Tried to make your mother love me
But she's got other ideas what is good for you
What is good for you
And everybody's got a story to tell
Everybody feels some pain
So do you
Do you think you are invisible?
Everybody's got a letter to write
Everybody's lost the fight
So have you
Do you think you are invisible today?
Do you think you are invisible?
song performed by by Third Eye Blind
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The Burden...
there are burdens
like sack filled with rocks
at our backs
we feel the weights
pulling us
to the holes of this earth
but those
who underestimated us
cannot see
we carry these burdens
silently
those that watch and humiliate us
shall never know
the wisdom we have
our sacrifices are invisible
our faces show nothing
but satisfaction
there are burdens
that make our lives worth living
in another hour.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Shame On You
Somebody tryin to take my soul
Nobody gotta hear my rock n roll
Shame, shame, shame on you babe
Shame, shame, shame on you babe
No leader, steady as a ghost
Tooth sweeter, powdering her nose
Shame, shame, shame on you babe
Shame, shame, shame on you babe
A-smith, old hank pank
Pulling down your knickers
Ah, who you gonna spank
Shame, shame, shame on you babe
Shame, shame, shame on you babe
Joe perry, oh, mr style
Some kind of killer bee
Buzz a while
Shame, shame, shame on you babe
Shame, shame, shame, shame on you babe
Shame, shame, shame on you babe
Shame, shame, shame on you babe
Bogus honey, square dance close
Grab your partner, bring it home n dosey, dosey
Shame, shame, shame on you babe
Shame, shame, shame on you baby
Seemin jazzy bein shipped in
Wilds of the stanley
Try to given in
Shame, shame, shame on you babe
Shame, shame, shame on you baby
Seven or eleven
Go to roll the dice
Am I in heaven
Or am I in miami vice
Shame, shame, shame on you babe
Shame, shame, shame on you baby
song performed by by Aerosmith
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For the flowers of silence to bloom
Are we truly alone
Is a question I have pondered
Even sleep drives thoughts
Chewing the living embers
Mints mere memories
All chasing life
Are we truly alone
In a Universe that breathes sound
Where earth is only
A monk’s chamber of echoes
Others have visited
And some have heard
Are we truly alone
In the midst of living
Within a terrain of images
Spouting like a geyser
Once earth heats
To release emotions
Are we truly alone
Or a fugitive awaiting time
For the flowers of silence to bloom
Is a question a timid footfall ponders.
July 2010 Hyderabad India
poem by Baru Gobira
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Comeon...Get On Your Own Nerves
I know you would love to find with me...
At fault with blemishes.
A big 'ole' zit sitting on my cheek unfit!
You'd like to see me laddened with imperfection.
Finding me to spot somewhere,
Dropping errors of all kinds.
All over the place.
With speech impediments.
And incorrect language usage.
To announce to all mankind!
And you are there,
To detect each undotted 'i'.
An uncrossed 't'.
With comments I make...
You are right there to question'
Or debate for content.
'I am black!
~But how do I know that?
How far back can that be traced,
In your ancestry? ~
Before I use any restroom...
I do look over my shoulder.
You've got me wanting to protect,
My own business.
In fact,
With you around...
All of it is on lockdown!
Of late!
You feel this is your purpose.
Something that eases and comforts your mind.
Something I do...
That keeps you on my behind!
And no...
That is not an invitation.
I must be careful what I say.
You might regard that as a solicitation.
And yet,
When you observe your own reflection...
I am not there at all!
And you 'still' accuse me,
For all of your flaws.
With beliefs your insecurities are invisible.
But to whom?
You are the only one attempting to convince,
Your presence is envied.
But 'why' is it necessary,
To use me as validation?
Why me?
Why have you chosen me,
As 'your' obligation?
And 'why' if you see yourself as better...
Than any living 'thing' that walks upon the Earth!
You must remind me of it?
By getting on 'my' nerves.
Have you no self worth?
You are the one thirsting to have that acknowledged.
Comeon...
Get on your own nerves.
Feel deserving of it.
At least be brave,
And leave me alone!
I don't need you around to know I am fantastic.
Why can't you do the same?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Thought You Knew
The only shame I claim,
Is not being honest.
When I took it upon myself...
To decide you could not bear,
The truth.
I pretended not to know it!
And now you are left to suffer.
Clinging onto delusions.
Hoping...
That what has been diminished from your reality,
Will survive to revive a time that has passed!
A time that has gone.
With no guarantee given,
That it would last!
Not to linger for you...
To pick up when you wished.
And to be carried on!
And I observe you in despair.
Wishing to revisit yesterday!
Wishing to do those things,
You promised yourself you would!
If only you could!
With intentions that are good.
And I was there...
Letting you believe,
You had time!
And I knew in my mind,
You were not living in yesterday then!
And I pretended not to know it.
I thought you were teasing.
And unwilling to show it!
And today,
No matter what I say to you...
You aren't prepared to accept tomorrow.
You are not living in the 'now'!
And doing that,
Now...
Can only bring you joy!
But you wish to keep...
Those memories kept in bitterness,
To refresh as if they sit to treat!
And I pretended not to know that...
Because I thought you knew!
Because,
Well...
I thought you knew me too!
But I realize so vividly now...
Both of us have been wrong,
For too long!
The only shame I claim,
Is not being honest.
When I took it upon myself...
To decide you could not bear,
The truth.
I pretended not to know it!
And the happiness I have discovered...
You would not understand it.
Even though I have been here.
And wanting it to be shared!
What you have found to rely on that comforts...
I view that as a sign of despair.
I thought you knew...
I have not been there to share that with you!
And that's the only shame I claim!
Not being honest.
When I took it upon myself...
To decide you could not bear,
The truth.
I pretended not to know it!
But you...
I know now,
Aren't pretending at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One of the most important things one can do in life is to brutally question every single thing you are taught.
quote by Bryant H. McGill
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No One Can Separate Us Ever
You know I love You...
And would never place anything else,
Above You!
YOU are My Father,
I am Your son.
Without question...
Those doubts have gone from me.
Eternity with You is my destiny!
I view Your creations with eyes opened,
And cleared of delusions that once sat
Upon my troubled mind!
I know Your power...
And it would be senseless to believe,
I am not part of it!
All the time with me You visit!
When I sit masquerading with things to impress...
I know I have distanced You from me,
And that leads to my duress...
As I make attempts to surpress,
With depression on a heavy chest!
That once kept me stressed,
To defeat my very best...
Attracting woes and unhappiness!
YOU are My Father,
I am Your son.
Without question...
And without hesitation,
I know I can come to You, My Father
To demand obstacles on my path be removed!
I want to prove my faith with every step I take.
I am here on this Earth to do Your will!
I've emptied myself of evil deeds of others...
And druthers they have,
They would love to see me fulfill!
I'm not having that tax me...
Like the strife of daily living,
Or witnessing others who live unforgiving.
YOU are My Father,
I am Your son.
Without question...
And without doubt,
I know You are there...
To help remove all sorrows or 'bouts'
Of struggles I fight that might incite my despair!
I am too aware You are there,
And everywhere I cast shadows!
YOU are My Father,
I am Your son.
Without question...
And no one can separate us,
Ever!
You know I love You...
And would never place anything else,
Above You!
YOU are My Father,
I am Your son.
Without question...
Those doubts have gone from me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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