Quarter Of Seven
indirect bribery
escapes my mind
so i open back
the pages
of what he once did
when he was
on top of it all
that power that
corrupted him
absolutely
that lack of skill in
mastering honesty
sometimes these
capacities are forgotten
regret always comes late
pain sips souls on the other hand
earlier than the
cells and bars expect
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Philosophical Question
If power corrupts,
and absolute power
corrupts absolutely,
Then if a totally evil
Man comes to power
And is corrupted
Absolutely, will he
Become a saint?
poem by John Bliven Morin
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Belated
I never felt so bad
In my entire life
But this time I did it to myself
What do you expect from me?
I did it
So what do you expect from me
Let go of my hand
Is it time to go?
I'm not ready to turn my back on you yet
I'm not going to let you down
Let you down
September came so quickly
I want to prepare
I didn't mean to miss your birthday
What do you expect from me?
I did it
So what do you expect from me
Why don't you
Let go of my hand
Is it time to go?
I'm not ready to turn my back on you yet
I'm not going to let you down
Bridges will fall from under us
But we all strong
We'll (we'll) get through this
The end will open up (end will open up)
And try to pull up us in
But we'll (we'll) get through this
Get through this
So why don't you
Let go of my hand
Is it time to go?
I'm not ready to turn my back on you yet
I'm not going to let you down
Let you down
song performed by by New Found Glory from Sticks And Stones
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Am I Crazed? ...Absolutely!
Am I crazed? ...
Absolutely!
What excuse do you use?
And don't tell me your war stories,
About those times back in the day.
Then you had issues with honesty.
And today...
Well,
You just have issues!
I'd have to be crazed.
Just to tolerate what you perceive,
As a normal existence...
That bleeds from it,
Signs of reality!
And none of that, of late
Has come to make you a visit.
Or maybe it has.
But I am too out of my mind to tell.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With pleasure comes pain
Ever made that one mistake
That you knew would bring pain
All night you lie awake
While everything comes down in vain
The ones who cared
Are now no longer near
You regret the feelings shared
It all comes back with every tear
Happiness seems so far away
It’s almost too much to bear
It hurts too much to begin to say
And I’m starting not to care
Time is the only cure
But also the cure that I hate
The voices are starting to torture
Saying that death inside is my only fate
If I could only go back
And redo what’s been done
Honesty is what I lack
I’m no longer bright under the sun
poem by Cassandra Howell
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My Life...needs A Change...
Amidst the modern wrath,
honesty is a long forgotten path,
lies are floating in the air,
people just dont seem to care,
i seem to have lost our way,
i wonder if things will ever be okay.
Hearts are empty,
feelings are bitty,
minds are narrow,
thougts are shallow,
i am running on an endless road,
constantly to myself i goad.
In the midst of this scheol,
i wonder if i'll ever be cool,
i wonder if i'll ever shack,
will i be able to cover up what i lack,
there is a constant sense of pain,
and yet i go through it all again.
But there is still hope,
that perhaps i may be able to elope,
this place, this world, this feeling, these lies,
as still honesty within me tries,
yet somehow within it lives on,
trying to show how to hold on.
Soon there will be a day,
when yet again i'll be allay,
i'll have found that inner peace,
and shall be at ease,
the lies shall then galumph,
as honesty within us shall triumph....
poem by Ritika Abigail Masih
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On The Second Night
i like the
wall
of separation
within it
is the silence
that i could
have written
since
i cannot
speak it
i tried
many times to reduce
the color
of silence
into something
like
black here and
white
over there
i want to capture
it in
some letters
like bars
and rectangles
formed
by my hands
i have never
done so
well
i am not good at
capturing
the perfect moment
it escapes
always it escapes
always
it escapes
because it is
free
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mastering others is strength. Mastering yourself is true power.
Not Forgotten
Not forgotten, although gone,
thoughts of you go on and on.
One clear picture and then another
come to mind as if to smother
any other scene where you're not there.
For I can remember you everywhere.
Not forgotten, although gone,
I awaken and again I'm drawn
back from dreams to reality.
Yes you're gone, not your memory.
Another day that I must face.
I stare again into vacant space.
Not forgotten, not by me.
With open eyes I still can see
every feature, every look.
To me you were an open book.
Nothing hidden on any page,
now I'm trapped in this worldly cage
without you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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For Redemption
Mercy is an option-
unredeeming in
my attire of pain.
Lashed by bitter
storms of accusations
my honesty is
poor protection.
My armour
I thought-
never knowing
it would show
my Achilles Heel.
Opening myself
in all my
rawness-
in all my
lack of beauty-
in all that
I have ever been-
My honesty
is my undoing.
(Hasn't it always been?)
Mercy is an option.
Not one I'd choose
though.
I'll wait.
And Hope.
Because I know
it's my honesty
that will stand
guard-
When the demons
of doubt
are vanquished.
As they must be.
As they will be.
For,
Though pain be its gift,
Love never fails.
1 July, '07
poem by Usha Pisharody
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Come Tomorrow
Looking back through the pages of my life
All thats gone before needed nothing more
Only you to say
Never thinking only doing for myself
Always in your debt now I feel regret
I knew no other way
Thinking now its all too late for tears
No more can be done
Never see the sun
Never see the day
Never see the day
Ignorance, all things come to an end
Why leave it all like this
I will know no other way
Never see the sun, never see the day
Know no way, no way
Innocence, I search for who I am
I know that I was wrong
Hard enough nothing I can say
Never see the sun. never see the day
Know no way, no way
Thinking now its all too late for tears
No more can be done
Never see the sun
Never see the day
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Come Tomorrow
Looking back through the pages of my life
All thats gone before needed nothing more
Only you to say
Never thinking only doing for myself
Always in your debt now I feel regret
I knew no other way
Thinking now its all too late for tears
No more can be done
Never see the sun
Never see the day
Never see the day
Ignorance, all things come to an end
Why leave it all like this
I will know no other way
Never see the sun, never see the day
Know no way, no way
Innocence, I search for who I am
I know that I was wrong
Hard enough nothing I can say
Never see the sun. never see the day
Know no way, no way
Thinking now its all too late for tears
No more can be done
Never see the sun
Never see the day
song performed by by Xentrix
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Hot As Cold Wax
Hot as cold wax, blue as the sun.
The forgotten tribes running, running, running.
We are the children of deceit.
We are the unborn ambitions
of love-struck demons
who attacked the
village walls.
Calling for help, screaming for help.
Rushing like snails to doom, to doom, to doom.
Racing cars around a track.
Broken shadows that will
never admit their pain.
Their shallow eyes masking
their glancing vibes.
We are the perfectly formed cells
of disintegrating morals.
We are the freshly turned pages
of books left littered
on a library shelf.
The frozen popsicle is melting, melting, melting.
Shifting from down to up, from up to down.
Back and forth, forth and back.
Holding symbols high
as if they could
actually become
alive.
Leaping lies
from a religion.
We are chaste and we fornicate.
We are pure and we destroy.
Hateful windows left open to
let in the insects who
refuse to die.
They jangle the nerves like fire.
Burning, burning, burning the
skin. Burning the eyes.
We cannot see. We cannot feel.
We cannot be all we can be.
We are evil and we are good.
Empty and full.
Hot as cold wax, blue as the sun.
The forgotten tribes running, running, running.
poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt
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Its Never Too Late
(d. hartman)
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Its never too late
To try and reach for your desires
Even when your luck is down
You still got chances of turning around
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Its never too late
To hold the power in your hands (power in your hands)
You will find a good, good feeling
Makin new plans and starting again
Its never too late
No, its never too late
No, its never too late no, no, no, no
No, its never too late
No, its never too late
No, its never too late
Its never too late
Time keeps changin everything
Sometimes tearin down
The treasures that it brings
Ever strong
Youll make it through
The secret lies in knowing
That its up to you
Say it with me now
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
We got the time
Theres no doubt in my mind
That its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Heart, Body And Soul
Minds empty,
souls free,
hearts open,
memories.
Free as a bird,
free as can be,
my soul escapes my empty body.
The mind is now gone,
nothing remains except my memories of a dark nights wake.
An open heart,
an open wound,
forever in need of sympathy.
Memories of a time long ago,
memories have yet to go.
My mind is full,
my soul contained,
my heart is closed for eternity
poem by Andrew Hackett
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It’s time to seal my father’s book
The one I’ve been given while he was still alive
Sometime before the year 2000
I filled it in last year
After so many years of not writing
Posted some of its contents
It contains
Like so many previously empty pages
Lots of something and bits of half nothing
And I’m sure that this peace of information is totally irrelevant
For the readers
Except for the fact
That there are always pages that need to remain just that
The pages and nothing else
Even though they contain things that should not be forgotten
That will not be forgotten
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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You Said: Why Can't I have My Day
a cherished paper-cutting
for
those who forgot to care
and for you
too late
a cribbed account
in pale bold face
on some crowded backpage
which lapped up the soya stains on the takeaway counter
some faded picture of you
crammed in nubile twists of fronting elegance
in meagre-columned glossy pages
you said: why can't i have my day
why should a destitute Greek prince
lord it over the world
just by tying a knot with his regal cousin
your eyes recognising too late
a world you may never see again
a world you may not be seen in again
all your self-suffocating words
and all those poured in contempt
on you
through you
for you
to feed those who grudged your fleeting glory
Now now that all may be forgotten
now that no bile inhabits this carcass
over some too pulpy a fruit
a taste of you
from freshly-turned earth
bloody juicy earth
our teeth caught
clinging to your bleeding shredded flesh
of cells into cells
of us into our selves
___________________________________ _________________________________________________ ____
(© T.Wignesan, Paris,1987; from the collection: Poems Omega-Plus: a less than obvious sequence,2005)
poem by T. Wignesan
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Just a soldier
I am not perfect,
nor is anyone.
noone is always right,
everyone is sometimes wrong.
So don't expect a hero,
don't expect a knight.
don't expect perfection,
for i am just a man.
I am not a hero,
but nor am i a fool.
i am just a man,
in a soldier's uniform.
Do not try to fight me though,
theres power hidden inside.
strength is not as important,
as the power thats inside.
So dont expect a hero,
don't expect a guide.
just expect a soldier,
with power deep inside.
poem by Robert Page
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Bill Cosby
No punches pulled!
Straight up and in your face.
A man tells of disturbing events...
Absolutely making no sense.
Speaks he does,
To a particular race.
And what they continue to do,
To themselves and children too...
Is a disgrace!
And saying so,
A stance he takes!
How can lack of discipline,
Be something to be admired?
How can uninspired people...
Expect so much,
With a collapse of disregard.
Entertained by fantasy!
Fed by delusion.
Nourishing empty minds long retired!
A heritage disrespected...
From neglect and irresponsibility.
Slipping and sliding into oblivion.
A conformity wished...
That is blissed with unconsciousness!
This truth expressed.
Is this the hopelessness digested?
Publicly addressed...
Are the comments of Bill Cosby!
Dedicated To:
Bill Cosby
For his wisdom, honesty and insight!
'An ignorance does not deserve appreciation!
What it needs is an honesty that is bared and addressed! '
~LSP~
Thank you, Bill! I so admire your intelligence.
You are, indeed, a friend of humanity.
And a truth so many can not face today!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Avail while rosy
An apple that escapes being eaten
And a damsel that stalls being taken
End their lives falling on ground rotting
With their souls long ago forgotten
28.06.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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So much pain
SO MUCH PAIN - I want to cry
SO MUCH PAIN - I want to die
SO MUCH PAIN - Why no goodbye?
SO MUCH PAIN - I need to scream
SO MUCH PAIN - It is extreme
SO MUCH PAIN - Up my bloodstream
SO MUCH PAIN - Is this a dream!
Yes! I feel so much pain
It hurts, It hurts and it hurts
I loved you as I hold your hand
I wish you can see and understand
Open your eyes I command
Don't leave me I demand
Yes! I feel so much pain
It hurts, It hurts and it hurts
But it is too late!
To set things straight
Too late to reverse the hate
Too late to descend upon faith
My tears will flow carelessly no more
Hope cannot restore what I had before
My heart is broken beyond pieces of broken pieces
Left now are only souvenirs of unforgettable kisses
How can I live this life again?
Like a passing wind you've made your exit
I bow my head to the ground in defeat
So much pain has once more overwhelmed me again
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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