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Shying Away From Shakespeare

i know how is it to love
Shakespeare or
Shelly,

he shakes you and peels you
like a pear
hits your brain with his
spear

and so does his ally
Shelly
makes you bleed
and suffer
the agony of the
intellectual spasms

i burn poetry books
only to miss them again

this masochism at the level
of an obsession-compulsion
malady

i quit them both
and write my own

i am not great but
i have learned how to live a happy life again

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Shelly My Love

(1) Shelly my love
I only long to be where you are
Shelly my love
Now and forevermore
Shelly my love
When I see you I catch fire
And soon I'm all aflame
I feel it start
Whenever you call my name
(2) All around I feel a passion
That thrills my very soul
I put it down
To that I love you so
[Repeat (1)]
Oh Shelly my love
[Repeat (2)]
Oh Shelly my love
If this time I'm into somethin'
That is not of this world
The love I've got
It's supernatural, girl
[Repeat (1)]
Shelly, my love
Shelly, my love
Shelly, my love

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Shelly Meets Majesty Mermaid

Kavasutra Kava Bar is the only Kava bar
where you can play fun games,
Kavasutra has a mascot which is a coconut
and Shelly is her name.
Since Shelly befriended Majesty mermaid,
Shelly’s life has never been the same,
Majesty and her play hide and seek games.
Majesty mermaid can swim really fast,
Shelly tries to catch up with her and
swims into a seaweed patch,
Shelly gets stuck and laughs and laughs.
Majesty now has to use her tail to unknot
the seaweed that makes Shelly the shell caught.
Luckily Majesty gets Shelly untied,
they go to Kavusutra Kava Bar to unwind.
Sitting by a window at high noon,
they drink a cool Kava drink so smooth.
More adventures with Shelly and baby Majesty,
color in their picture and give it to mommy.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on January 13,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Shelly Meets Melodie Mezoree’

SHELLY MEETS MELODIE MEZOREE’

Shelly meets Melodie with her yellow yarn hair,

Shelly introduces herself and shares; “This is the sunniest time of year,

I welcome you Melodie with good cheer! ”

Shelly smiles, “I live at Kavasutra Kava Bar and I’m their shell,

Melodie is thankful and introduces herself as Mel.

Melodie begins to speak with a voice so sweet,

Shelly notices Melodie has a mermaid tail with no feet.

“Oh, Shelly very nice to meet you, I am a mermaid now and I am scared,

I swam by myself and need to swim with someone who cares.”

Shelly is very merry and has a glowing spark,

she can help Melodie see in the ocean when dark.

See Melodie has had some frightful times,

she needs a friend that can make her feel safe inside.

Shelly then hands her a shell bracelet that shines

“Oh, thank you Shelly, you are so kind,

I will put this shell bracelet on my wrist just fine.”

They both go to the Kavasutra Kava Bar down the street,

they both sit outside on chairs, they both have no feet.

Both relax and have a Kava drink, time passes the sun begins to shrink.

Melodie says “Let’s go to Krendoll island before the sun goes down,

Shelly and Melodie wave goodbye to cozy Lake Worth town.

Written By Suzae Chevalier on Januay 13,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Shelly Meets UniCandle Unicorn

Shelly saw a flame shining bright, the waves of the ocean reflected it’s light.
Shelly knew it was UniCandle unicorn, she heard of the legend of his magical flaming horn. UniCandle unicorn knew Shelly lives in Lake Worth town,
so he brought her a sparkly birthday crown.
Shelly welcomed UniCandle unicorn then Shelly jumped on his saddled back,
UniCandle’s wings opened up to fly to Kavasutra Bar really fast.
UniCandle unicorn had to be back to Krendoll island soon,
UniCandle unicorn asked Shelly to join him at Kavasutra for a fun afternoon.
Then UniCandle unicorn bought Shelly a special birthday treat,
a delicious chocolate coconut banana pie which is really sweet!
Now UniCandle unicorn had to fly back to Krendoll island again,
but he would stop back to see Shelly who is his new found friend.

Written By Suzae Chevalier on January 13,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Shelly Meets Opal Octopus

Shelly notices eight legs sticking out of the sand,
she goes over and gives Opal octopus a hand.
Opal was washed up close to shore,
Shelly introduces herself and hands her an ore.
Opal says “Hi, and starts to smile, ”
they start to laugh and chat for awhile.
Opal says she is friends with Majesty and Sarah Star,
Shelly replies “I swam with them on Tuesday
to the Lantana bridge which is not far.”
Opal replies back, “That sounds like you all had a fun day,
I will have to find them and bring them back your way”.
Then Opal jumps back with her eight legs into the sea,
she waves to Shelly and yells “Thank You Shelly,
I will say Hi for you to Sarah Star and Majesty.”

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Shelly Meets Sarah Star

Shelly meets Sarah Star one afternoon
Sarah was swimming in the lagoon.
Sarah saw Shelly wobbling on a rock,
she waves to her and they begin to talk.
Shelly says she has a family
they drink Kava at a Kavasutra Kava Bar,
Sarah says she is hungry and didn’t have a bite all day,
Shelly says “First we can go the restaurant named Daves, ”
Breezing down Lave Ave. chatting along the way,
they head towards the table with the shade.
Sitting outside they both order an ice-tea,
arriving at their table is none other than Mermaid Majesty!
Shelly, Sarah and Majesty all order a macaroni and cheese.
The food tastes great they are all really pleased.
Then they go back to Kavasutra Kava Bar to have a relaxing drink,
they don’t drink too much they do not want to go to sleep.
Color in the cartoons images of all of three
and give it proudly to daddy and mommy.

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Shelly Meets Sarah Star

Shelly meets Sarah one afternoon
Sarah was swimming in the lagoon.
Sarah sees Shelly wobbling on a rock,
she waves to her and they begin to talk.
Shelly says she has a family
they drink Kava at a Kavasutra Kava Bar,
Sarah says she is hungry and didn’t have a bite all day,
Shelly says “First we can go the restaurant named Daves, ”
Breezing down Lave Ave. chatting along the way,
they head towards the table with the shade.
Sitting outside they both order an ice-tea,
arriving at their table is none other than Mermaid Majesty!
Shelly, Sarah and Majesty all order a macaroni and cheese.
The food tastes great they are all really pleased.
Then they go back to Kavasutra Kava Bar to have a relaxing drink,
they don’t drink too much they do not want to go to sleep.
Color in the cartoons images of all of three
and give it proudly to daddy and mommy.

Written By Suzae Chevalier on January 13,2011

poem by Christina Sunrise
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Shelly Meets Opal Octopus

Shelly notices eight legs sticking out of the sand,
she goes over and gives Opal octopus a hand.
Opal was washed up close to shore,
Shelly introduces herself and hands her an ore.
Opal says “Hi, and starts to smile, ”
they start to laugh and chat for awhile.
Opal says she is friends with Majesty and Sarah Star,
Shelly replies “I swam with them on Tuesday
to the Lantana bridge which is not far.”
Opal replies back, “That sounds like you all had a fun day,
I will have to find them and bring them back your way”.
Then Opal jumps back with her eight legs into the sea,
she waves to Shelly and yells “Thank You Shelly,
I will say Hi for you to Sarah Star and Majesty.”

Written By Suzae Chevalier on January 13,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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I Cant Stand It

(reed)
Before being a man
Livin in a garbage pail
My landlady call me up
She tried to hit me with a mop
I cant stand it anymore more
I cant stand it anymore more
I cant stand it anymore more
But if shelly she would just come back
Itll be allright
But if shelly she would just come back
Itll be allright
I live with thirteen dead cats
A purple who hear spats
Theyre all livin in a hall
And I cant stand it anymore
I cant stand it anymore more
I cant stand it anymore more
I cant stand it anymore more
But if shelly she would just come back
Itll be allright
But if shelly she would just come back
Itll be allright
Before being a man
Livin in a garbage pail
My landlady call me up
She tried to hit me with a mop
I cant stand it anymore more
I cant stand it anymore more
I cant stand it anymore more
But if shelly she would just come back
Itll be allright
But if shelly she would just come back
Itll be allright
Be allright, be allright....

song performed by by Velvet Underground
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I Love You Better

I one went with a belly dancer (lum do dee ally day)
One around I didnt stand a chance a (lum do dee ally day)
I, i, I love you better
I, i, I love you better
Then I went with a gospel singer (lum do dee ally day)
She tried to wrap me around her finger, now (lum do dee ally day)
But I say
I, i, I love you better
I, i, I love you better
Ha, ha, ha, lum do dee ally day.
Ha, ha, ha, lum do dee ally day.
I once went with a history teacher (lum do dee ally day)
I really tried but I couldnt reach her (lum do dee ally day)
I, i, I love you better
I, i, I love you better
Well, let me tell you now
I, i, I love you better
I, i, I love you better
Ha, ha, ha, lum do dee ally day
Ha, ha, ha, lum do dee ally day
There were some that I cant remember (lum do dee ally day)
Think I went with miss november (lum do dee ally day)
But I say
I, i, I love you better
I, i, I love you better.

song performed by by Monkees
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I Know That You Still Love Me...

between shakespeare
and bukowski

i prefer bukowski

brautigan smells better
than shelly

this is my way of telling you
that i am shallow and cheap

on the other hand when i
begin to write like
bukowski and brautigan
combined

i know that somehow in that
academic pretense of yours
you still like me and read a lot
about what i write

inside your room
when you are all alone
and then
with affection
you kiss every word
that you think i do not really mean
writing

and then
you giggle

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Dont Write Poetry!

i dont write poetry...
i sweat poetry, i drink poetry,
i breathe poetry, i make love to poetry,
i fight poetry, i eat poetry,
i bleed poetry, i crap poetry...
too often i betray poetry,
sometimes i dropp poetry.
once i tripped over poetry,
got angry and kicked poetry.
i rocked poetry on a sleepless night,
i buried poetry on the hill...
i lived poetry, for i am poetry...

no, i dont write poetry,
but poetry writes me!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Still Have Fear Getting Out Of The Circle

i am staying
i finally tell myself
there is no sense going out of the circle
the comfort of its radius
being in
for the rest of my life

inside i may suffer
i may bleed in silence
but i live and i can still do what i can
to ease the pain

i have seen you
leave the circumference
you shout at first
you are free

then you suffer alone
in agony
then you die
then no one remembers
no one really cares
no one understands completely
us, how we both suffer

inside and outside us
how we suffer everywhere
how we live how we die

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Search Of Inspiration

searching the world for inspiration
searching books, music and nature too
a lot of effort gone into it, a lot of concentration
inspiration i think is hard to find

in the songs of birds, in the whistle of the wind
i search for inspiration, even a tiny little bit
when a baby laughed or when a woman grinned
i searched folr inspiration, guess it's harder to find

in the words of shelly, keats and shakespeare too
inspiration i searched and searched, no use
in 'gone with the wind'and 'the sound of music'
movies i searched for a bit of inspiration
'
without inspiration, what do i write
i wanna fill the pages with the poem that's right
i need to write a poem, i need inspiration
i wanna write a poem. wait a minute! ! , i just did! ! !

note: i never write poems for the sake of writing.......it comes from the heart......in reality...i dont need to search for inspiration much.....it comes when it needs to... :)

Copyright © 2009 by Sneha Murali

poem by Sneha Murali
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For the last time

The first time I fell in love with a man he abused my heart.

The last time I was held was the last time I was held really tight.

The last time I said I love you to a man, he said it back to me.

The last time a man left me was the last time I fell.

The last time I opened my heart I was afraid to leave it open.

So I closed it swearing it would never be opened again.

The last time I told a man how I feel I was completely ignored.

The last time I wore my heart on my sleeve it got dirty and abused.

The last time I loved was the last time I really lived.

So for the last time I close my heart and wait to die.

poem by Shelly Shelly
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Why I Love You

You give to me hope,
And help me to cope,
When life pulls me down,
You bring me around,

You teach me to care,
And help me to share,
You make me honest,
With kindness the best,

From you I learned love,
With grace from above,
It's for you i live,
And I want to forgive,

You are the reason,
That fills each season,
When I hear love I think of you,
You are my world and best friend too,

I love the sparkle in your eyes,
When you smile at me and I start to feel butterflies,
I know that your the one,
The girl that's always do fun,

I see us having a future,
Your the one I want to nurture and treasure,
To care for and protect,
Your the girl I have been searching for,
I want to be with you forever,
Nothing anyone will do,
Will ever give me the blues,
Because your the girl I love,
The one sent from the Lord above.

You made me the man I am,
Thank you shelly :)

poem by Jordan Moore
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Poetry by Meena Mustafa

My brain is a recorder
It stores all black and white
Each time I write a poem
It throws a different light
It makes the reader happy
At times it makes him sad
The love of poetry
And the poems that I have
Words pour like fountain
Imagination takes its place
On a journey to knowledge
Poetry we must embrace
Poetry is my refuge
And keeps me on the path
Expressions take new meaning
And words pour out at last.
Poetry is a song that sings to the soul
The rhythm of the words that a pen can hold.

poem by Meena Mustafa
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Drunk On Poetry

Poetry surges steadily
Through my veins
I grant it to stream through them
Day in and day out
Sleep and awake
I believe it's a healthy obsession
I get drunk on it
The more I inject in me

My mind thrives on poetry
My soul thrives on poetry
I become addicted
Sometimes I absorb too much poetry
Reading, writing and listening
I become drunk sometimes

Poetry spills from my pen
Inking a piece of paper
And unto another and another
Constantly on every thought
Humorous, emotionally, romantic, tragic
Experiencing in life
Opinionated, factual, abstract
Political, any subject that's on my thoughts
Sometimes I become drunk
The more i inject into me

Poetry I live for
Eat, drink, sleep
Racing through my spirit
Poetry, poetry, poetry
I loose myself sometimes
When I digest too much
Poems that I write
I write for me
I share them with the world
I can't resist this urge
Poetry is what I crave
It happens to be my mistress
I become drunk

The more I inject
My mind thrives on poetry
My soul thrives on poetry
I become so addicted
Breathing in too much poetry
Reading, writing, listening
I'm drunk sometimes

Poetry I write
Write from experience
What I've done
What I've heard
What I've seen
What I've felt
What I've known

Poetry I live for
Eating, drinking, sleeping
Racing through my spirit
Poetry, poetry, poetry
On my thoughts poetry
Loosing myself sometimes
When I inject enough
This is what I've become
A drunken poet

poem by R.K. Cowles
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I'm Only Happy When

I'm only happy when it rains
without a cloud in the sky
I'm only happy in these chains
all that I can do is cry
I'm only happy when I bleed
it let's me know I'm alive
I'm only happy when I need
just myself to survive
I'm only happy when I dream
of my long lost love
I'm only happy when I scream
at the Heavens above
I'm only happy when I'm alone
at war with my brain
I'm only happy when I've known
that life is just pain
I'm only happy when I'm lost
and I can't find my way
I'm only happy when I've crossed
the path of disarray
I'm only happy when I see
death is my way out
I know I'll be free
I have no doubt
I'm only happy when I'm told
that I've gone insane
I'm only happy when I hold
all these thoughts in my brain
I'm only happy when I sleep
and go out of my mind
I'm only happy when I'm in too deep
I'm only happy when it's me you cannot find

poem by Haley Nicole
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A Revolution Poetry Is....!

Are you writing words of rhythm according to thoughts?
Or are you coining words of thoughts according to rhythm?
Or are you writing poetry both working at the same time?
Asking so, if they ask me how to write poetry, what shall I say?

Poetry writing is natural, spontaneous expression from heart!
How can this be taught to anyone to write poetry ever at all?
Poetry is a spontaneous flow of words direct from heart ever!

I wonder many a time how am I writing poetry at all ever!
But this is happening to my great surprise since longtime!

Due to engagements ever poetry only I am able to write
Though my aim in the beginning was writing stories.....,
Novels, short stories and nonfiction articles of criticism!

Poetry books too I have completed writing so since long
But what a pity there is no reception for poetry books...!

poem by Ramesh T A
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