Self-gratification Imagery....
the usual right hand
and the biggest vein
raindropp and
gushing forth
the final wish
and relief
no guilt now
just the release of what lies
buried underneath
the flesh
and bone and
meat of
your contention
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Avoiding A Rejection
take a part of your
pelvic bone
close your eyes
let someone take
the flesh
and bone to bone
of your own bone
let it grow
smoothly
to get rid of the pain
and start anew
bone to bone
of my contention
following yours
nothing
opposing
blood following
the flow
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Avoid Rejection
take a part of your
pelvic bone
close your eyes
let someone take
the flesh
and bone to bone
of your own bone
let it grow
smoothly
to get rid of the pain
and start anew
bone to bone
of my contention
following yours
nothing
opposing
blood following
the flow
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On That Day, On Rainy Day
Raindropp runs on the roof
Raindropp trickles on fingertip
Turn down from the umbrella
Get in my shoes
Up to my clothes
Raindropp is river on the road
Raindropp gathers on the pond
Splashed wide by runaway car
Get in my heart
Up to my head
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Poetry
These words are not porcelain
Nor are they sculpted from a certain glass
Nor do they shine even after the hour is passed
But they break like flesh and bone
They are a metaphor
For china
For fragile things
And underneath lies the poetry
Beneath the skin
It lives and breathes
Some senses burn hot
Some passion dry cold
But beneath the tempest
Lies the still hour glass
Of all thats told
And these words are the flesh and the bone
The lines in your head
The shadow in the photograph
The stories you have lived
For who can read you, after words?
Who can know the journey you have taken?
Or understand such imprints in the sand?
And yet they the live and leave their sign
In the body of one life
yvette smith feb 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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A Fish Bone In Your Throat...
now as a final episode
of this learning
you must learn to remove
a fish bone in
your throat and repeat after me
'everything is fiction! '
slowly
and with one stroke of your
learned hand
take away the fish bone
burn it
it is what is rightly
termed as
fictional
cremation
you must believe
that someone just died and
that happily
he was buried pursuant to
his last wish
as written in his
last will and
testament.......
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bone OUT
Dog
Did not
Lovengely
Eat at...
Meat...
Why...?
Meat bone less
Meat...
So...
Dog did not
Eat meet...
Dog wanted for
Bone...
With meat...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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I Forgive You
(Shut up)
For all the anguish,
And degradation
For every time I needed truth
And you were faithless
But disappointment, self-deprecation
But living a lie for fantasize and you could save me
I need my cross like a blanket
And misery is comfort
I can hardly stand to blame myself for filling prophecy on you
And in the end I decided
I guess I felt I deserved it
I should kiss your dirty lips for bringing me my clarity
And how did you just make me see?
How your lies have buried me
But I forgive you
Lord I must forgive you
So I
I feel so high
Just let it go we would
I forgive you
Lord I must forgive you
So I
(Shut up)
For all the torment
Loss of independence
For disrespect, carelessness with my emotions
For all the screams I swallow
How a soul is hollow
For giving into temptation
For making me feel like a cheap replacement
And how did you just make me see
How your lies have buried me
But I forgive you
Lord I must forgive you
Cos I
I feel so high
Just let it go we would
I forgive you
Lord I must forgive you
Cos I
All the lies that I believed
And all the guilt you make me feel
Cos I forgive you
Lord I must forgive you
Cos I
Ohh I feel so good just letting go
You know I feel good now you're gone
Getting stronger, letting go
Getting stronger, I'm moving on
Getting stronger, I'm letting go
Getting stronger, I'm getting stronger
No
This time
I forgive you
Lord I
And how the truth does make me see
And how your lies have buried me
I forgive you
Lord I
I must forgive you
Lord I
All the lies that I believed
And all the guilt you make me feel
I forgive you
Cos I forgive you
Lord I must forgive you
Cos I
And how the truth does make me see
How your lies have buried me
I forgive you
Cos I forgive you
Lord I
I must forgive you
(This time)
All the lies that I believed
Guilt you make me feel
This time
I must forgive you
I feel so high
I feel so high
Cos it feels so good just letting go
You know I feel good now you go
song performed by by Darren Hayes
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Truths buried
In an allegation, lies are held true,
And in contention, truths are held false
When they are beyond verifications.
Truths buried are more than lies exposed.
10.12.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Bone Of The House
in the house
he is a bone,
not a flesh on
the side
dogs outside are
waiting
he is not the
kind of bone
that any dog
wants,
the useless bone
in the kitchen
mere shadow of
the soup-stock
left-over of the flesh
inside the garbage can.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unabused
The bone line travels
from flesh to flesh,
tears into blood.
I was not crude, not blunt.
Dew teasers,
were my guests with luggage
of pain, ready to dip to taste
the language of surrender.
There was no acrimony
between enemies.
Across a hot blazing desert
walking barefoot to find you
in a vein of green water, O my curse
I will scoop you into my poem
to become a daisy.
poem by Satish Verma
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One Meat Ball
(l. singer-h.zaret)
The little man walked up and down
To find an eating place in town
He read the menu through and through
To see what fifteen cents could do
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, he could afford but one meat ball
He told the waiter near at hand
A simple dinner he had planned
The guests were startled one and all to hear
That waiter loudly call
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, this here gent wants one meat ball
Little man felt very bad
One meat ball was all he had
And in his dreams he hears that call
Ya gets no bread with one meat ball
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, you get no bread with one meat ball
Well, he could afford but one meat ball
One meat ball, one meat ball
All he could afford was one meat ball
One meat ball
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Contention is inseparable from creating knowledge. It is not contention we should try to avoid, but discourses that attempt to suppress contention.
quote by Joyce Appleby
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Mockingjay
I never opted
For abhorrence
But there was a serration
In your lattices, that I
Can no longer endure
I love you too much
That I need to hate you
So I can spare
Myself my redemption
I never wished
For these torrent rivulets
Where your angst flow
Gushing with your
Indifference and ignorance
Making everything
Easier to loathe
Easing the guilt
With your oppressing
Selfishness
I never wanted
To run from freezing brooks
Where the birds weep
And the tears froze
But with every word you spoke
The glacial sheet
Underneath our feet
Shatters and break
With no appetite
To be mended
Can you not see
The unlatched beauty?
Isn't this what you hoped for?
Talk about lies
Like the cobwebs in your heart
But you never knew much
About the truth
For all you know
Is the same choreography
Of your waters
Talk about pain
But be careful
Because you might unsheathe
All that you have caused
And you might uncover
Underneath the dusts
The time when you
Ever cared
Other than
Your lonely sea.
I only did
What the mockingjay did
And isn't this
What you always wished
As you tossed and turned
Trying to put
Your jealousy to sleep?
Now while you
Redeem your price,
Let me be the mockingjay
And keep your words away
From me and my own parcel
Of a tragedy.
poem by Norman Santos
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Pearl withers not
You shed your charm
So alarmingly.
To me still of charm
You are,
As much as I saw
A decade ago,
The very same in form
When you were with me,
And alike in love and spirit
As you held me then.
Who-else can see you
The way I can?
Who else can admire you
The manner I do?
You are still to me
As you were in prime days.
Bone and flesh are the waves,
Underneath lies the heart, the pearl.
In you I see and I saw
Only the pearl
And changes in waves
In oblivion go.
New admirers might be rare.
Old admirer in me is still there.
Catch up! Glory!
05.11.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Disconnect From the Hustle
Take moments at a time,
To experience complete relief.
Burdens shouldered on your back,
Should be considered as your duty...
To freely release and unstrap.
Manage the advantage,
Of a total needed rest.
Confessions of a selfishness...
Is not yours to manifest.
Or explorations of guilt,
Internalize to upset...
With self inflicted protests.
Take moments at a time,
To experience complete relief.
Burdens shouldered on your back,
Should be considered as your duty...
To freely release and unstrap.
Disconnect from the hustle.
Relax and enjoy that!
Disconnect from the hustle.
Feel deserving,
Not trapped.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Teachers Are Afraid Of The Pupils
Theres too many people
Planning your downfall
When your spirits on trial
These nights can be frightening
Sleep transports sadness
To some other mid-brain
And somebody here
Will not be here next year
So you stand by the board
Full of fear and intention
And, if you think that theyre listening
Well, youve got to be joking
Oh, you understand change
And you think its essential
But when your profession
Is humiliation
Say the wrong word to our children ...
Well have you, oh yes, well have you
Lay a hand on our children
And its never too late to have you
Mucus on your collar
A nail up through the staff chair
A blade in your soap
And you cry into your pillow
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
Say the wrong word to our children ...
Well have you, oh yes, well have you
Lay a hand on our children
And its never too late to have you
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
Im very glad the spring has come
The sun shines out so bright
All the birds that are on the trees
Are singing for delight
song performed by by Morrissey
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Hymn 122
Believers buried with Christ in baptism.
Rom. 6:3,4,etc.
Do we not know that solemn word,
That we are buried with the Lord,
Baptized into his death, and then
Put off the body of our sin?
Our souls receive diviner breath,
Raised from corruption, guilt, and death;
So from the grave did Christ arise,
And lives to God above the skies.
No more let sin or Satan reign
Over our mortal flesh again;
The various lusts we served before
Shall have dominion now no more.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Blood From A Stone
Well Ive been walkin
Down a one way dirty street
Tryin to find the answers
And Ive been hopin
For a chance to meet
The rat that spread the cancer
And the lies theyve been spinnin
And the smiles theyve been grinnin
There sure has been some sinnin
But nobodys winnin
When the walls start to crumblin
You feel like youre stumblin
And nobody wants you when youre down
They took the boy from the city
But they cant take the city from the
Boys lookin pretty
Now hes lookin like a pity
Cut the flesh down to the bone
But you cant get
You cant get blood from a stone
You cant get blood from a stone
Well Im a rollin
But my trains gone off the tracks
And my wheels are spinnin
And Im a walkin
Down a one way dirty street
But my hearts not sinkin
From the love theyve been buyin
And the blues theyve been cryin
Now the time keeps a flyin
But nobodys tryin
Cause the love of the money
Didnt turn out so sunny
When the wells dry
No one comes around
They took the boy from the city
But they cant take the city from the
Boys lookin pretty
Now hes lookin like a pity
Cut the flesh down to the bone
But you cant get
You cant get blood from a stone
You can try
But I still got the fight in my eyes
Suck it dry
Cause Ive had about enough of your lies
They took the boy from the city
But they cant take the city from the
Boys lookin pretty
Now hes lookin like a pity
Cut the flesh down to the bone
But you cant get blood from a stone
They took the boy from the city
But they cant take the city from the
Boys lookin pretty
Now hes lookin like a pity
Cut the flesh down to the bone
But you cant get
You cant get blood from a stone, no
You cant get blood from a stone
You cant get blood from a stone
You cant get blood from a stone
You cant get blood from a stone
You cant get blood from a stone
song performed by by Cinderella
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Truly
Truly i am your bone and your flesh!
And like the muse of the sons born to King David in Hebron;
But, the bridle of the bondage is always seen around us.
Truly i am your bone and your flesh!
But the swords of life are here today to slay one and another;
For, hatred is now the way of the people.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Forbidden
something forbidden
becomes so delicious in the mind
the suspense of deprivation
makes it more desirable
everyday desire takes
upon itself what is forbidden
in the secret room
of the heart
guilt cries but
soon the guilt by extreme need
of the flesh
erases itself like the list
of unwanted friends
everyday what is forbidden is done
until such point
when what is forbidden becomes
a routine
until what is forbidden becomes
the usual familiarity
nothing about what is forbidden
becomes interesting
and then sin does not exist
until the good becomes the forbidden
in the silent room of your heart
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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