The Art Of Scribbling
this is art.
this is not really just a game or a habit.
it is not a barrier not a bar
or dart.
this is the art of concealment but which hungers for an opinion.
this is the player at the backstage putting a mask, or a thick layer of make up
winks, and practices the movement of eyeballs.
this is the art of conveying emotions
a little bit exaggerated to get you direct to the point
nothing about pegs on square holes.
this is the art of dressing up for the proper occasion.
you pay attention to particular details expecting that he can also
understand the protest of your
color and insignias.
this is what you read and analyze and say perhaps this is it.
that this is what i am and this is all about what happened to me in the past
or that the future is already well drawn and
with your conclusions, then i am what you think i am.
but this is not what i am.
precisely because this is art.
just art.Not a dart.
that is the circle where you throw the dart
you did not hit the red zone.
you see, why should you blame me for just being happy
for just living a certain moment?
this is art and this is not what i am.
this is the world, this is what we actually are.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Star
All that I know
Of a certain star
Is, it can throw
(Like the angled spar)
Now a dart of red,
Now a dart of blue;
Till my friends have said
They would fain see, too,
My star that dartles the red and the blue!
Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled:
They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it.
What matter to me if their star is a world?
Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it.
poem by Robert Browning from Men and Women (1855)
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End Matters
We strive to end all matters at the start,
Like the arrow that finishes and exerts,
Must the final scene be of the dart?
I see wonders and forests of trees apart,
They struggle and inhabit the comforts,
We strive to end all matters at the start.
Likely outcomes reside in the cart,
Rolling into the street that reasserts,
Must the final scene be of the dart?
My living is called a sentence to depart,
Mine is the life that is of introverts,
We strive to end all matters at the start.
I catch the idiots of the hour in a flowchart,
Forgetting the tree of animals with efforts,
Must the final scene be of the dart?
I gather storms and saucers in what heart?
The real question lies in megahertz;
We strive to end all matters at the start,
Must the final scene be of the dart?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Yet, sweet, take heed
Yet, sweet, take heed, all sweets are hard to get;
Sting not her soft lips, Oh beware of that:
For if one flaming dart come from her eye,
Was never dart so sharp, ah, then you die!
poem by John Wilbye
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Long Sable Torch
I hold a long sable torch,
Currently dead to energy,
And put a stare into the mirror
Concavely doming the bulb;
A photonic dart in waiting to misanthropist quietus.
I tilt it up, then down,
Watching many mes extend into view
And gathering in centre to
Slip; battling each other fall
Back out of existence.
I repeat.
The third time I lay my distorted mutations
Circled around the dart.
He is subdued, he cannot shoot.
But yet it
Shot, expanded
And leaked through the glass,
Paining my eyes blinder,
And my faces, supposed intaglios,
Fall away;
The dart's galimatias on their throne
poem by Mark Challenger
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Fit
Dont laugh - but there are people in this world
Born as boys - and fighting to be girls
People standing in their way
Some are straight and some are gay
Calling them the drag queens
Say you cant be one of us
You only have yourself to blame
You dont fit
Dont laugh - but there are people in this town
Be polite say a whiter shade of brown
People that they gotta fight
Some are black and some are white
Calling them the half-breeds
Say you cant be one of us
You only have yourself to blame
You dont fit
Thats what youre there for - square pegs in square holes
Round pegs in round
You get too big then they cant make new holes
So theyll cut you down
All ugly sisters must wear glass slippers
Or get out of town
But dont cry - if the people in your street
Lead a life thats more or less complete
Little problems every day
Little problems go away
Kid yourself youre fighting for life
Kid yourself you fight for love
But maybe in some other lifetime
You wont fit
And if you dont fit
Youre fit for nothing at all
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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The average American's day planner has fewer holes in it than Ray Charles's dart board.
quote by Dennis Miller
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Sweet honey-sucking bees
Sweet honey-sucking bees, why do you still
surfeit on roses, pinks and violets,
as if the choicest nectar lay in them
wherewith you store your curious cabinets?
Ah, make your flight to Melisuavia's lips.
There may you revel in ambrosian cheer,
where smiling roses and sweet lilies sit,
Keeping their springtide graces all the year.
[Part 2:
Yet, sweet, take heed, all sweets are hard to get:
Sting not her soft lips, O, beware of that,
for if one flaming dart come from her eye,
was never dart so sharp, ah, then you die.
]
poem by John Wilbye
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X' change vows..
/* On the eve of our wedding anniversary, few thoughts dedicated to our marriage. Think would be applicable for most (Indian? ?) marriages..*/
At times your acerbic words hurriedly dart
But they don’t prick or pain my heart
They pinch me for a moment though
And wake me up a bit more..
I know dear, you work hard
For me, kids, family, office and the lot
You are our planet that supports life-conditions
Beneath you buried your dreams and ambitions!
To keep on moving like a clock is tough
‘Perspire ever for others’ is a deal rough
I know you bake in the oven as our daily dough
And I also know mere words are not enough!
If you are born land, I am born tree
Though that’s not what I want to be
If I am born water, you are born the vessel
Alas, I want, but I am not, your making metal!
I understand the pains you go through
I can’t feel it the same as you!
That’s where issues come up new
Talk to me; I am ever inside you!
And that’s why dear..
At times your acerbic words hurriedly dart
They don’t prick or pain my heart
They pinch me for a moment though
And wake me up a bit more..
Fifteen years of marriage they say
Not about love or sex all the way
Even kids, family, society all go away
Our friendship is our life’s mainstay!
If we are to be born again
Let’s make a pact of mutual gain
Let you be born again as the male me
And let me be your female she!
Dear, A Happy anniversary!
-TBT
-TBT
poem by TheBigThinkg Human
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County Fair
This time each year in our hometown
The county fair comes our way
Where the folks gather round to be happy and spend their day
A-heres what happened now,
I soon decide that Id take with me
The most specialest girl I knew
I had her pack us a lunch and on down the dirt road we flew
(hurry hurry, step right up and win your girl a stuffed koala bear)
[aw, come on nicky. win me a koala bear]
(break the balloon with a dart)
(yes you son, come up here. win your girl a stuffed koala bear)
[oh please win me a koala bear]
(break the balloon with a dart. come on son, step right up)
(get up there, thats a boy)
Right then I knew what I had to do
(hurry, hurry)
Before that day was through
(step right up)
I had to win a stuffed doggie or Id break her poor heart in two
(hurry, hurry)
(win a prize)
A let me tell you now,
I passed up a chance when I walked by a booth
(hurry, hurry)
Where you throw a dart and break a balloon
(step right up)
I snuck by a couple more, but I had to get caught real soon
(hurry, hurry)
(win a prize)
(step right up, test your strength.)
(come on son, ring the bell with the hammer)
[aww, come on muscles]
(win your girl a stuffed koala bear)
[ooohhh]
(come on son, are you a man or a weakling? )
(yes you, step up here and test your strength)
(win your girl a stuffed koala bear)
[come on baby]
(come on son)
I hit the rubber stump just as hard as I could
(hurry, hurry)
But I didnt make it ring the bell
(step right up)
I tried again and again, but I just didnt do so well
(hurry, hurry)
(win a prize)
Can you believe it now,
Up walked a fella and he tapped me on the shoulder, said
(hurry, hurry)
I can win your girl a prize
(step right up)
So, he flexed all his muscles and knocked the bell up in the sky
(hurry, hurry)
(win a prize)
Yeah the big strong guy knocked the bell in the sky
(hurry, hurry)
Took my girl and the doggie away
(step right up...)
Yeah the big strong guy knocked the bell in the sky
(step right up son, test your strength)
Took my girl and the doggie away
(come on kid, ring the bell)
Yeah the big strong guy knocked the bell in the sky
[ah, goodbye muscles. I dont need you anymore]
Took my girl and the doggie away
[loser]
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Roses are Red
Roses so red
Roses be said
To the soul and to the heart
May you always bleed from thy dart
Wiolets so blue
Violets be new
To the mind and to the eyes
Shall you always see the blue of the skys
Sugar so sweet
Surgar be beat
To the body and to the thought
May love always be sought
Roses so red
Roses be said
To the soul and to the heart
May you always bleed from my dart.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Danger Zone
Shaking off the tresholds of a long forgotten dream
And you just can't make it last
Coaching paradise on a personal line
But you get fired to fast
And you lie, memories drifting by
Love don't make it on those pin-striped nights
When you're looking through someone's disguise
You can't make it alone, so you gotta make a move
But you're looking at nobody's eyes
Well that's love, or maybe love come and go
Looking for love is a danger zone
Love don't go begging in the danger zone
You won't get nothing from the danger zone
Tales that you tell from the stories that you'll hear
And you'll get what you can while you may
Don't understand when you're looking for a dame
But it's only a heartbreak away
And you'll learn, faking has no return
No way when you're feeling that way
Will your feet get caught up in the crowd
And the song that you sing is too soft to be heard
But your speakers are way too loud
Like the pain, loving is no big game
Looking for love is a danger zone
No don't go living in the danger zone
You won't get nothing from the danger zone
Don't take no chances in the danger zone
Love don't go begging in the danger zone
No don't go living in the danger zone
You won't get nothing from the danger zone
Don't take no chances in the danger zone
Love don't go begging in the danger zone
song performed by by Rainbow
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Global Freedom Trending Point
make the comment
mark the thought
make it like you like it
marking thoughts
marking presence
marking opinion mind
to read or not to read
is not the point
point is to comment
point is opinion expressed
point is freedom of speech
point is feel free to express
importance is making the point
social spectrum compass point
global freedom trending point
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Open Season On My Heart
Here's to the corners yet to turn
Here's to the bridges yet to burn
Here's to the whole thing blown apart
It's open season on my heart
Days go by like flyin' bricks
Leave gaping holes, too deep to fix
I'd just stay home if I were smart
It's open season on my heart
I can't blame anyone but me
For this wreckless fool I've come to be
My tired excuses just don't fit
They don't look good from where I sit
I've tried to change without much luck
I reach the point where I get stuck
I hit the streets the fireworks start
It's open season on my heart
I can't be something that I'm not
I can't give what I haven't got
I don't know where or why or when
I only know the shape I'm in
So here's to the clown down in my mouth
Here's to the whole thing going south
My own true love's turned poison dart
It's open season on my heart
Here's turning heartaches into art
It's open season on my heart
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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A sudden dart when a little over a hundred feet from the end of the track, or a little over 120 feet from the point at which it rose into the air, ended the flight.
quote by Orville Wright
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Spare Your Time
Spare your precious time to read
You may be famous poet and likely to lead
It will be fine if you read others articles
Even though it may not be of high quality substances
It is easy to write and forget
Not to bother about others and to let
Yet it helps in long run
When time comes to be appreciated in turn
No one can function in isolation
It has direct bearing and relation
It must be met with reciprocal gesture
Else you may be excluded for very sure
It is unfortunate we disregard other articles
Don’t go into depth or try to catch pulse
Any good comment may be appreciated by everyone
But few words of criticism may be liked by none
It has remained general tendency to confine with only few
Other may post it as routinely to be read or even not to be viewed
This is unhealthy practice and one must come out of it at earliest
The poetry has been at dead end and will starve in future for best
Some of the articles are appreciated in its true perspective
They have drawn attention and remained purely subjective
It has educational angle with useful message and warning
It may prove decisive if something is done from beginning
None of the poems should go unread or without comments
It may have large implications with positive movement
The moon, stars and sky has remained ever since same
We ourselves have to be armed with new concept without any blame
Encourage new and emerging youngsters
They may not be standard composers
Yet they need our care and attention
Enough encouragement with full respect and mention
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Something Happened
Something happened
I just don't understand
Something happened
It's making me feel mad
Something happened, you don't hear about
Oh, please that never did before
Something happened
I just don't understand
Something happened
I just don't understand
Something happened
It's making me feel mad, oh
I never saw this on TV
I never read it in no book
ahh
Something happened
I just don't understand
hey, baby, something happened
I just don't understand
something happened
I just don't understand
something happened
I just don't understand
something happened
I just don't understand
something happened
Something happened
I just don't understand
Something happened
It's making me feel mad
I thought I knew a lot of things
but I don't know a thing, oh, oh, oh
Something happened
I just don't understand
The things I hear and see
don't seem the same
The things I touch and feel
are forever changed
I've never felt this way before
and I hope I never do again
Something happened
I don't know why or when
oh, something happened
I just don't understand
something happened
I just don't understand
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
something happened
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
something happened
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
something happened
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
song performed by by Lou Reed
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To the Trench
Through shell-holes,
puddles of mud,
they trudge.
Over frozen
men in foxholes
they stumble.
Rats dart whistling across the distances.
Dead fingers rain down
& tap on rotting doors.
Signal-rockets,
corpse-lanterns…
To the ditch, to the ditch.
poem by Ernst Toller
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A Dart Of Passion
A dart of passion inflamed your vitals and,
The act of love took on your emotion;
For this romance was like the art of the muse you've been waiting for,
But i have spread my bed with tapestry of fine linen from Egypt.
I was eagerly looking for you!
That is why i am out here to meet you my love;
Because the girls are back with fun and love,
But there is no sex in this desert around me.
The first floor was for your love and,
The second floor was for your nakedness!
But who will take you up to the third floor of my muse?
There and then you will be able to climb up to the fourth floor.
The dart of passion inflamed your vitals and,
I am only doing my job to satisfy you;
So let me bath you tonight with the muse of my love,
And let us go through all the steps of love tonight.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Glance
Cold Virtue guard me, or I shall endure
From the next glance a double calenture
Of fire and lust! Two flames, two Semeles,
Dwell in those eyes, whose looser glowing rays
Would thaw the frozen Russian into lust,
And parch tile negro's hotter blood to dust.
Dart not your bllls of wild-fire here; go throw
Those flakes upon the eunuch's colder snow,
Till he in active blood do boil as high
As he that made him so in jealousy.
When that loose queen of love did dress her eyes
In the most taking flame to the prize
At Ida; that faint glare to this desire
Burnt like a taper to the zone of fire:
And could she then the lustful youth have crowned
With thee his Helen, Troy had never found
Her fate in Sinon's fire; thy hotter eyes
Had made it burn a quicker sacrifice
To lust, whilst every glance in subtle wiles
Had shot itself like lightning through the piles.
Go blow upon some equal blood, and let
Earth's hotter ray engender and beget
New flames to dress the aged Paphians' quire,
And lend the world new Cupids borne on fire.
Dart no more here, those flatmes, nor strive to throw
Your fire on him who is immured in snow!
Those glances work on me like the weak shine
The frosty sun throws on the Appenine,
When the hill's active coldness doth go near
To freeze the glimmering taper to his sphere:
Each ray is lost on me, like the faint light
The glow-worm shoots at the cold breast of night.
Thus virtue can secure; but for that name
I had been now sin's martyr, and your flame.
poem by Francis Beaumont
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George Moses Horton, Myself
I feel myself in need
Of the inspiring strains of ancient lore,
My heart to lift, my empty mind to feed,
And all the world explore.
I know that I am old
And never can recover what is past,
But for the future may some light unfold
And soar from ages blast.
I feel resolved to try,
My wish to prove, my calling to pursue,
Or mount up from the earth into the sky,
To show what Heaven can do.
My genius from a boy,
Has fluttered like a bird within my heart;
But could not thus confined her powers employ,
Impatient to depart.
She like a restless bird,
Would spread her wings, her power to be unfurl’d
And let her songs be loudly heard,
And dart from world to world.
poem by George Moses Horton
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