The Mind That Is Inside Your Skull
it is small
your stomach i am sure
is bigger
unlike your feet
it does not travel
unlike your eyes
it does not close
it is there
even in your dreams
your imagination
travels like the wind
to lands unknown
when you are hurt
the mind finds shelter in reason
unlike the heart
that weeps until all the tears
run dry
the mind is here but its essence
is out there groping in the dark
dancing with the winds
of change
sunbathing like you
wanting also
a little
tan.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Sin of You and I
I am arrogant.
I am patriotic.
I am a capitalist snob.
I am rude to others.
I am a melting pot.
I cannot travel anywhere and receive respect.
I am unlike You.
You are humble.
You are faithless.
You are full of charity.
You are overly polite.
You are a tossed salad.
You can travel anywhere with utmost respect.
You are unlike I and unlike They
They are ignored.
They are environmentalists.
They are individually selfless.
They are peaceful… but,
They are sure to make their voices heard everywhere.
They have always been.
They are mistreated by You and I
poem by Magnus Tukkonen
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Like or unlike
Like the yellow leaves melting softly,
Or unlike the blue wind blowing loudly;
Like the frost with no power of keeping the life,
Or unlike the warmth allowing the life to rise; ,
Like a dying time in a scarlet autumn
Or unlike the birth of life in the green spring;
Like thinking of temporary in the elderly,
Or unlike the youth thinking of their lasting life; ,
Like the innocence sighing in the bleeding love ruins
Or unlike the guiltiness laughing in the richness of bloody hate.
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poem by Marieta Maglas
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I have takers
My skin is dark unlike yours.
My breasts are small unlike yours.
I am equally proud of mine
As I have a crowd whose taste I suit.
23.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sonnet III
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart !
Unlike our uses and our destinies.
Our ministering two angels look surprise
On one another, as they strike athwart
Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
With gages from a hundred brighter eyes
Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part
Of chief musician. What hast thou to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree ?
The chrism is on thine head,--on mine, the dew,--
And Death must dig the level where these agree.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Sonnet III: Unlike Are We, Unlike
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
Unlike our uses and our destinies.
Our ministering two angels look surprise
On one another, as they strike athwart
Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
With gages from a hundred brighter eyes
Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part
Of chief musician. What hast thou to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?
The chrism is on thine head,--on mine, the dew--
And Death must dig the level where these agree.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Iii
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart !
Unlike our uses and our destinies.
Our ministering two angels look surprise
On one another, as they strike athwart
Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
With gages from a hundred brighter eyes
Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part
Of chief musician. What hast thou to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree ?
The chrism is on thine head,--on mine, the dew,--
And Death must dig the level where these agree.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Sonnet 03 - Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
III
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
Unlike our uses and our destinies.
Our ministering two angels look surprise
On one another, as they strike athwart
Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
With gages from a hundred brighter eyes
Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part
Of chief musician. What hast thou to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?
The chrism is on thine head,—on mine, the dew,—
And Death must dig the level where these agree.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Think
you think you know my life
you dont
im not the same girl i used to be
the one who was so stupid to give you
more chances to hurt me
not realizing that thats all you wanted
when i look back at those dark memories
i realise that you were just a phase
i found someone better
someone who actually loves me
for who i am and thinks im beautiful
he treats me good unlike you
you cheated and lied
you will never know how much i cried
im alive now but much more defensive
you said you wanted me and would always love me
it was a lie just like everything else
but unlike the other lies
i like this one
cuz it means you finally let go
although you hurt me and faught with me
needlessly countless times
i dont feel stupid anymore
nor am i weak like i was
my true love helped me see that you
really are nothing to me
so after i write this poem
your memory will be thrown away
never to be seen or thought of again
he gets me through the day
unlike you who made me want to end it all
with him i can stand tall
poem by Sandy Vanity
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Sonnets from the Portuguese ii
UNLIKE are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
Unlike our uses and our destinies.
Our ministering two angels look surprise
On one another, as they strike athwart
Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
With gages from a hundred brighter eyes
Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part
Of chief musician. What hast thou to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me--
A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?
The chrism is on thine head--on mine the dew--
And Death must dig the level where these agree.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Grooming makes one pleasing.
An ass is ugly, not for his nose.
He is lazy unlike the horse.
A crow is ugly, not for his black
But for his voice, unlike the koel’s.
An eagle is ugly, not for his beak,
But for his menace, unlike the parrot.
No matter how you are made,
You can make yourself lovable.
19.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Winds of passion
The September odoriferous winds
Are not unlike my lover’s perfumed breath.
Their sometimes subtleties, like cherubs wings
Moving warm fragrant air across the earth;
Like unto slumberous respirations
My lover’s exhalations warm my bed.
Yet winds must change, their aberrations,
Those once heated airs turn to rage instead
Whose blustering breaths blow prodigiously
Like our passion’d breaths from pillowed-heads,
Panting, respiring uncontrollably.
December dawns, the wind is lulled unwed
And virgin snow falls onto earthly spread.
Thus, not unlike this maiden in my bed.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Driving The Point
and then i look
straight on the face of
the creature fronting me
and we had an
eye contact
i was saying something
different
from what my eyes are
uttering and that
creature was not wise enough
to understand
what was driven
of course
i understand that my eyes
live in a different world
from my lips
and so does my heart
my soul and my
body
my feet too travel in
different direction
apart from what
i have in mind
nothing goes much
without unlike what war is waged therein
the winner is still
uncertain
the loser perhaps is so kind
to caress
the sadness of understanding
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Poet You Have Never Heard Before
A poet you have never heard before
Not only says something in a way
You never heard things said before
He speaks about those things
You never thought could be interesting
And makes them interesting-
A poet you never heard before
Has a mind unlike your own
A heart unlike your own
Is not you and will never be you
Even long after you have read him
again and again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Unlike most other children, - especially unlike those of today - who are eager to become men and women as speedily as possible, I had a terror of growing up, which became more and more accentuated as I grew older.
quote by Pierre Loti
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Dancing With Tears In My Eyes
The truth hurt, nothing to atone
There were no lies
Moving alone
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Arms empty
Music plays, sighs!
Love I have aplenty
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Alone in my mind
Doves! I hear cries
You I did find
Dancing with tears I'm my eyes
Finding some time
My heart flies
Toeing the age old line
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Dancing,
Dancing with tears in my eyes
poem by Robert Green
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The Beginning of My Notes
I live and think live
though think die - still I live
speak that death fears me not
truth - fear every day
when death comes, will these thoughts and dreams ever be known?
I want to leave my legacy
and let my world be shown
today I act unlike tomorrow
three days unlike last week
poem by D.M.L. Catseye
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Quell the temptation
Pilferage requires little strategy,
Unlike the stealing of the valuable.
Profiting from the mistakes of others,
Unlike the cheating, needs little efforts.
Virtue forbids such temptation; obey.
19.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Blue film- a needed media
Blue film: it is handier
Than the red light area.
It serves as direct stimulus
Unlike the yellow magazine.
It is decent unlike the green talk.
The impotent becomes the potent.
The temper-less becomes full of temper.
Blue film is useful only to man.
Half of men population has seen.
Elders out number youngsters.
Unlike men, women aren’t affected.
No stimulation from the blue.
For her the last is sex.
For him the peak is sex.
Only man worries from love failure.
24.04.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Unlike An Image To Fit
Unlike,
An image to fit.
Do you want to get to know,
What it is that makes me tick?
With a wish to get to know me...
Unlike,
An image to fit.
Do you want to get to know,
What it is that makes me tick?
With a wish to get to know me...
Unlike,
An image to fit.
I've received my independence,
With...
No problem with it.
And I've learned to not to resent,
Changes...
Manifested.
With,
No intercept...
To agree or, not to accept.
And I've learned to not to resent,
Changes...
Manifested.
With,
No intercept...
To agree or, not to accept.
Do you want to get to know,
What it is that makes me tick?
With a wish to get to know me...
Unlike,
An image to fit.
Do you want to get to know,
What it is that makes me tick?
With a wish to get to know me...
Unlike,
An image to fit.
I've received my independence,
With...
No problem with it.
And I've learned to not to resent,
Changes...
Manifested.
Do you want to get to know,
What it is that makes me tick?
With a wish to get to know me...
Unlike,
An image to fit.
Unlike,
An image to fit.
Do you want to get to know,
What it is that makes me tick?
Unlike,
An image to fit.
Unlike,
An image to fit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Schools Of Fish
there is no way to call the fish
to swim to your shore
you are never the sea never the ocean
you are an island
and they are not part of your place
in schools they come and in schools they go
they are always gone
unlike you, so much unlike you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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