Ponderous
lips rest on the fist
eyes nailed on the other
side of the road
crossing the glass boundary
of the window
something crosses the mind
focusing on the stillness
of time that does not run
for a while
on a standstill you capture
an idea
and then you shift your glance
once more
to write the words arranging
their placements
like they are all about to perform
a dance number
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When you write.
When you write
You hunt for words
Capture them and put them where you
Want them to
Symbolize
An idea, words are symbols too
And these words can be more than that,
Like the word love
Symbolizing how you feel
About her
It can be more than that
Love as a word can go beyond
Its symbolism of
Affection
It can be demanding
About other words
Time
Money
Effort
And if you are true enough it
Can mean vulnerability
And nudity
One by one you remove every
Cover of yourself
From shirt to pants to brief
And there is more to that still
What you write
Any word for that matter
May demand that you remove
Your mind
Your eyes
Your soul even
So that in the end what you write demands
That you become completely
Nothing. Try it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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So Long
'you want your
coffee black or white/'
'white.' he answers
and your president?
'well after Obama'
he answers;
'i dont mind whether
he is black or white.'
'why? he has always
been white, ' I say
'Well, paradigm shift.
crossing that boundary
between white and black.
so long for us to cross
a boundary inside us.'
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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It Wasnt My Idea To Dance
The people throwing pennies in my soup
Expecting me to be ashamed of you
Now my needs are growing and Im groping round
I am really groping round
We didnt break until the morning
One dramatic glance
Now its too late to want your freedom
It wasnt my idea to dance
The prince of thunder gave his warning speech
His talons dared to grasp you from my reach
Once again you clutch me to your warming breast
Now I lay me down to rest
We didnt break until the morning
One dramatic glance
Now its too late to want your freedom
It wasnt my idea to dance
As dawn is nearing
Im hearing tearful music
So I have given you the will to weep
For now youre at your last and final peak
Dangerously the past it explodes about by ears
Loudly ringing through my ears
We didnt break until the morning
One dramatic glance
Now its too late to want your freedom
It wasnt my idea to dance
It wasnt my idea to dance
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Stopping Time
Since I am not young
the time is not enough.
It elapses too soon.
And the hours are tough
to stretch into days.
So I number the ways
I could make them last.
Still the time's not enough.
It goes too fast.
When I was young
I had more time.
The future was never ending,
the road an easy climb.
I don't wear a watch now.
I see my bare wrist.
I don't punch a time clock.
I just make a fist
and pummel it on the table.
It does me no good
for I am not able
to stop or capture time.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Shift
Check out the chick with the new dress on
(wearin a shift and it looks real fine)
The call it a shift and it comes on strong
(wearin a shift and it looks real fine)
When shes got it on, well she cant do no wrong
(wearin a shift, wearin a shift)
You may think a dress cant do very much
(wearin a shift really turns me on)
With the slit up the side, you cant resist that touch
(wearin a shift really turns me on)
Its tighter than a moo-moo and its just too much
(wearin a shift, wearin a shift)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(cant go wrong now) (go wrong now)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(turns me on now) (turns me on now)
Get your girl a shift and shell look real fine
(wearin a shift and its just too much)
It fits like a glove and drives you outta your mind
(wearin a shift and its just too much)
Shell ball it with her shift on and well have a good time
(wearin a shift, wearin a shift)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Lonesome Farewell...
lonesome farewell...
wind blown dust,
cardboard boxes in the rain.
the doorknob broken,
the window nailed shut.
empty fields, briars and thorns.
a dead rabbit rotting
on the side of the road.
signs falling down,
tree limbs on the ground.
silence screams, waves of grief!
the smell of want, forgotten lips.
words cling like cobwebs
to the empty walls...
where are you now?
where are you now?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Taking A Glance At You
taking a glance at you
is poetry in itself, by itself and for itself.
there are words in my eyes
they speak in silence. They long to tell you what i feel.
there are hands on my lips. There are fingers there.
They long to go near you and kiss your lips too.
i see you as words too. Your eyes are images of my
own happiness. Your lips are shaping the shapes of ships
and they have sails to take me away to ecstacies.
i feel you as words of love, and lust and desire insatiable.
my fingers want to read every syllable in your face.
you have always been my poem.And there are so many of you
in all of them.
words, and images, and ecstacies. faces and compositions.
i love all of them. And this time i take a glance again.
at you. this poem. this is you. Believe me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life's Looking Glass
Rows of chimney pots do their still smoking dance
Then thru our windows early morning glance,
By chance ‘Is it raining? '
Sometimes a sunny day is gaining,
Thru life's looking glass
In the poorest lane
The garbage cans stand still,
No reflection from the old wooden fence in vain,
A black cat rattles a rusty tin can
The cobbled road portrays its oldness.
It's a holiday today so run up'n'over the holiday hill
The vacation window glints
Sunshine sparkles on wavy sea stints,
Tiny fingers slide and squeak
Thru the window little faces doth peak
Sand castles beckon without fail
Children's footprints for ever tread this barefoot trail.
Another day another glance thru the looking glass,
Another lesson learning in life's learning class
Now who on earth would learn any faster
To be certain I'm sure, Alice would be the master.
poem by Ken e Hall
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Connotation Drops
If looking to make a little mistake
I have come to you
Do not ask me why I am so
We had met on the
other end of this song also...
The moment of which some memory and
some forgetting were weaved
And now all over we are in a tune
played on the festival of strangers,
If it is there, do not ask me of its beginning
Do not ask me of birth
in which way I am...
For death I have seen and my birth is many
I do not have long words to tell you
of my stories
of escapes and chase
inside the caves of the heart
in a dropp and a sea
a moment and an age
blend together and turn into a company
that is why night is young, always.
If my sorrows are caressed by unseen thoughts
If my tears are theft by the traps styled by my own self
Ask me not, why I don't cry
In the lanes of life, I too turn back
to take a glance at places
which I have left and to which shall never return.
In an unspoken voice
I write on you the music of a touch
We shall never know, the last time we sit side by side
And speak and think of nothing has just passed.
If looking to make a little mistake...
I ask you what the colour of love is
In which garden blossoms the butterfly
And embarks on to eternity to meet the wings of rainbow
Know that, it is in the joy of celebration
of the defeat of my ageless loneliness
in the hands of meeting a moment of yours,
I am portraying my own sketches in a shade even
not known to me
So just let me make a little mistake
As I come across a mirror while crossing the road
Let me glance at myself and not think what I see to be known..
...
Crossing Over
I see the lights,
I see the road
I see everything in the
highway code
I've been whipped
and I've been spun cown
there ain't no religion here
And I'm homeward bound
Wherever you go,
wherever you are
I am crossing over
to the other side
And now I am waiting for an answer,
some kind of sign
Looking for a love
to be my guide
I am crossing over
to the other side
Friendships come
and lifetimes go
In their passing to the
bigger show
The river runs,
the tides will turn
If there's a hell,
well I've yet to learn
Wherever you go,
wherever you are
I am crossing over
to the other side
And now I am waiting for an answer,
some kind of sign
Looking for a love
to be my guide
I am crossing over
to the other side
To dream the dream that's over
before it's gone
To hold your lover here
while your heart beats so strong
Baby when I love you
when everything is gone
When I'm kissing heaven
this love is never wrong
Solo
I hear the singing,
I hear the shout
The talk of meaning
for those in doubt
But amid all the wailing and
the wringing hands
Everybody thinks
does anyone understand?
Wherever you go,
wherever you are
I am crossing over
to the other side
And now I am waiting for an answer,
some kind of sign
Looking for a love
to be my guide
I am crossing over
to the other side
I am crossing over
to the other side
And now I am waiting for an answer,
some kind of sign
Looking for a love
to be my guide
Cos I am crossing over
to the other side
song performed by by Ufo
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Never Knew I Was Losing You
Mark:
I'm feeling so alone now tonight
Even though you're here by my side
Is there something on your mind
From the world you'd left behind
I feel as if the loved shared before
Doesn't wanna be here no more
And if there's something on your mind
There's never been a better time
To tell me
Bryan:
Do you love me
Still wanting me
Like I need you, oh
All:
There came a crossing on the road
If only there were signs to show me
Which direction I should go
I live my life with no regrets
It hasn't caught up on me yet
But I never knew I was losing you
Nicky:
I wonder as you walk through the door
Are you gonna hurt me some more
Never took you for the kind
Who would play up on my mind
Bryan:
Tell me what are you looking for
I can't play your games anymore
And when there's something on my mind
I will always find the time
To tell you
I still love you
Still wanting you
How I need you, oh
All:
There came a crossing on the road
If only there were signs to show me
Which direction I should go
I live my life with no regrets
It hasn't caught up on me yet
Well I never knew I was losing you
Losing you
Bryan:
It's not for the first time
That someone else has hurt me
By faking it too long
Where did we go wrong, yeah
All:
There came a crossing on the road
If only there were signs to show me
Which direction I should go
I live my life with no regrets
It hasn't caught up on me yet
Well I never knew I was losing you
There came a crossing on the road
If only there were signs to show me
Which direction I should go
I live my life with no regrets
It hasn't caught up on me yet
Well I never knew I was losing you
Losing you
song performed by by Westlife
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My Poet Time Travelers
I thought of it all day and well into the night
That for you a poem I would write.
What words can you use to describe a person
You’ve never seen.
Then a realization came into my mind
I’ve been writing them for a very long time.
Every time we write about GOD and his begotten son
The words flow freely and never left undone.
So it matters not if it is sight unseen
We write about everything- it’s a poets dream.
Poets go into worlds never traveled before
Seeking all that GOD has made
And come back with knowledge that they’ve gained.
Into the realms of mystery, love, excitement and fear
So that with you these words they could share.
They see the realities of today
The dreams of yesterdays
The future of tomorrows
And the pains and sorrows.
They are the time travelers of the mind
Their eyes are open - they are not blind.
So when you read what they write
It’s because of this time travelers insight.
So to my time traveling co-poets, this I must say
I am proud to have traveled this road with you
Into the minds of man, and writing
The stories that they all understand.
poem by Louis Rams
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Standstill
Its three in the morning
And I stayed up all night
Drowning in my words
Writing about you
Time seems to standstill
Since the day you left me
A revolving door
Slamming this time so slowly
Youre running out
Youre running fast now
We were just kids back then
Two years of my life
Traded for an ending like this
Like a love movie without a goodbye kiss
Why was it me
With all sincerity
Which car drove us to
Drove us to this road
This road of broken promises
First it was broken glass
That fell down from the sky so fast
It hit us then
She promised but it happened again
song performed by by New Found Glory
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Breaking Boundaries
Cheers of the same glass
Here we live in togetherness
In a classy wine glass or just a table cup
But, still in layers, we never mixed up
As oil and water forever split up
A line of separation
Draw boundary between us
Touch each other surfaces but never hold phases
Never, upside cross the line to reach down
While, impossible is the line, false mind?
Forever isolating us, you and I
As you an oil and me, water
Undelivered lavender fumed words by you
Stayed there without pass the unbreakable line
Never, i know, cant have your adored scent in me
As there is a boundary, a thin door, locked for us
Tried, yes we tried, again and again
Essence of crimson red heart color
Dropped in our shared glass
Tried to be one by persuading our eyes
Hiding the differences of our layers
Again it can't, dissolved in me, unstained you
We stay as two layers of colors and perfume
In a traditional destiny of oil and water
Together we live, but by layers we always be
In a crystal glass or in that old jar
Close enough we are but a line make it far
Here we still, but our life never be one
Because of this boundary, nothing is easy
Expanding our hearts, as yours surfaced on mine
Exchange understanding, transferred between us
Emulsify the boundary, dissolving separator line
Resolving mind, for heart to heart bind
Holding together after found a place to fit
Swirling our souls, breaking all boundaries
As whole applied to share a fumes of lavender
Be in the bliss of red heart, crimson color
The rule of oil and water now is gone
For a mixture of love
Bound heart to heart
Understanding, breaks boundaries
Unison of different classes
Cheer in the same glass
Togetherness, we share life,
Finally, be as one
Just one
A class in a glass
Cheers! !
poem by Unwritten Soul
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In Other Words
Youve got my heart in unfamiliar territory
Its never been out here on my sleeve
Here tonight with you its quite a diffrent story
You bring out a side of me no one has ever seen.
Theres somethin Im afraid to say to you too early
But Id be a fool to wait too late
My mind is cautious but my heart is in a hurry
Which ones right is really hard to say
Chorus:
In other words
I cant put I love you
In other words
When I look into your eyes
No other words
Can capture what Im feelin
My heart tells my head
Some things cant be said
In other words
Better men then i, have tried to find a better phrase
Still I love you has a ring Ive never heard
In other words
What we got here is a touchy situation
You smile as if you read my mind
Pair of I love yous gently ends this conversation
cause matters of the heart cant be defined
Chorus:
In other words
I cant put I love you
In other words
When I look into your eyes
No other words
Can capture what Im feelin
My heart tells my head
Some things cant be said
In other words
Better men then i, have tried to find a better phrase
Still I love you has a ring Ive never heard.....
In other words
Better men then i, have tried to find a better phrase
Still I love you has a ring Ive never heard
In other words
song performed by by Toby Keith
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A Few Words
A few words
Could bring more than a sound
Touch the ears turn wry to golden smile
or sharper than a glass to cut into pieces
Misunderstanding,
Winding up a road between us
Separating emotions out of mind from the case
Would be wrong to let ego reign the grace
How ignorant sometimes heart could be?
Deaf two ears, and blinding opened eyes
Pretend the silence is your voice
Avoiding you is not a choice
Misunderstanding
A curse of few words
Lead a way to stray from the truth
A plead for apologizing replied by ignoring
A few words used for fighting and shouting and hurting
You............Silence
Standing still but beautifully broken
I looked into your eyes and surprised
In a mirror of a story without lies
Heard...listened a word...'sorry'
Encodes a meaning of 'Forgive me'
No, your lips tightly sealed
It is your voice within sent to me
A few words
I used as the sharp glass tease
Cut you deeply, and you bleed
Saw it all behind the naked eyes
But you still standing to hold me
Never mind how wrong i can be
How i can find a magic in a few words
To heal your pain stained and clot
Regretting how wrong i did to you
To believe unreal and count your tears
I never thought so hurtful this way
When i thinking of myself it linking to you
I hurting myself whenever i hurt you
A few words
I tried to search for proper sorry
Would you blind your eyes, deaf two ears?
Words crime sound nothing but now i fear?
It fears me as i don't to lose you
...Forget the past and start a new
we never meant to be hurt...
You replied with A few words
In form of softness creating golden smile
Your sweet words neutralize the voice of bile
I learned how to speak when i was a child
But just understanding 'A few words' now
Misunderstanding
Lesson of learning to understand
If i can turn back each time i hurt you
Will avoid this bruises stamp on you
Now, between this winding road
As i standing at the aisle of choices
Picking either Emotions or Mind
Decided to fuse, balance these two
A relevant choice for not to hurt you
Sanity tell all to me,
We meet not to wait this end
We born to be happy till the end of time
A few words
Powerful or hurtful
Time to choose...
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The twisted story just for a write to point what
words can do..for me it's better silent than let
people hurt by our words, unless we make say it better
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A Walk Through My Village
Today sun waked up very early,
I took a walk in the village road;
I often start my dawn this muddy way,
With Coconut trees on each side,
that music, like moonlight
swept across my way
My ears preset on her;
My eyes fixed on her and smiled with heart;
of she is the creator of song, that she sang;
the tartar lines of the song touch my mind
the road is getting taper.
The whole Village cries from her blaze of words,
they wake in breathless stillness;
the Pretty Parrots and loving Fantail Pigeons,
hear her song in a classic way;
They didn’t want to fly from there;
Yes, she is alive in her song,
What the reason is, why?
In breathless stillness,
Oceans wake in her song,
and sedate streams;
rise up in waves;
now she is not there,
song that sang by her is still live.
poem by I.p. Gopikrishnan Pisharody
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Only In My Mind
thoughts fire
mind blaze
run on wind
words sing mind melodies
words sing song new images
dance in heart veins flow
words shape shift
into new thoughts
concepts poems
several are written
in time heart beats
wonder stirs anew
but only in my mind
where the beauty sings
sung sight meditation
no words given unto paper
no words processed on light screen
no words kept mind record
dart of honeybird flight
bats fly sonar night vision
wing beats of wonder
words released born free
poem by Terence George Craddock
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There Are Not Many Kingdoms Left
I write the lips of the moon upon her shoulders. In a
temple of silvery farawayness I guard her to rest.
For her bed I write a stillness over all the swans of the
world. With the morning breath of the snow leopard I
cover her against any hurt.
Using the pen of rivers and mountaintops I store her
pillow with singing.
Upon her hair I write the looking of the heavens at
early morning.
-- Away from this kingdom, from this last undefiled
place, I would keep our governments, our civilization, and
all other spirit-forsaken and corrupt institutions.
O cold beautiful blossoms of the moon moving upon
her shoulders . . . the lips of the moon moving there . . .
where the touch of any other lips would be a profanation.
poem by Kenneth Patchen
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Southeast City Window
Riding out along the river
Stopping by the pines
Its nice for someone speaking, to be heard,
By heart and mind
Lying on the needle floor
The city seems so far
Moving with your eyes and smile,
Your words told who you are
Sunday grey, one window brings the morning
And your words, like dawn, have opened up my eyes
Ive been on a sleepy ride without much time for thinking
til I spent one evening by your southeast city
Window side
Baby hair a blowin
In the sunday morning air
Dreaming on another place and time,
Wish we were there
In your dreams youre far away
And Im right behind
You know, its nice for someone speaking. to be heard,
By heart and mind
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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