The Moment That Love Is Gone
when the heart is
too far away
the mouth begins to shout
so the ears can
be heard
two people whose skins
touch
yet when the hearts are
too distant
the sounds become inaudible
between them
imaginary mountains
wide seas
and newly created
monsters
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Midnight Chime
The yawning of a door
near the midnight chime
heralds the entrance of something
within our frightened mind.
We listen with intent
as chains are dragged
across an empty floor.
We shout out,
“Who goes there? ”
Only to receive silence
as a midnight reply.
We lay in our beds
covers raised above our heads
wondering what monsters
have entered our castle wall.
A low and distant moan
echoes in our ears.
We shrink in silence of our fears.
“Who goes there? ”
We shout again in a voice lost
to the noise of a door slam.
Our faces drain of colour
becoming chalk white
at the thought of monsters
that are just out of our sight.
Through the night,
the noises continue
as we shrink in silence
waiting for morning to call.
We lay there frozen,
petrified by fear
not knowing what to make of
all the sounds we hear.
As the first streaks
of morning beginning to call
and exhausted by our experience
into sleep we fall.
poem by David Harris
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When God created us all, We were not left alone
it is true and i agree completely
when God created us all
we were not left alone
he created the rivers and the seas
to tell us that we must flow and be deep
and be wide with compassion
he created the skies that we may always
look up to the wide expanse of this
unfathomable love, this universe
he created the earth where our fellowmen live
so we all become coals hot with cinders
unsegregated from the fires that burn
within us, lest we become cold and nothing
but ash, blown by the wind and then forgotten.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We made connections between the monsters created by war and the monsters he created, the typical outcast that Whale was attracted to, and the monster in himself, that's inside all of us.
quote by Bill Condon
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When Rivers Begin To Recede..
Rivers recede often in search of their spots of origin
And the mighty oceans begin to recall their past!
Rivers never get back to them.
A river whispers something into the ears of the paternal mountain
Her travelogue is it perhaps.
She falls silent then.
In the depths of the seas a sigh is heard
And it reaches the ears of none.
No river begins to flow again!
The pearls of the seas are shattered across the shores
And the carcasses of little Mermaids afloat the shallow waves.
At the tops of the peaks one hears the shouts of joy.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Hearts To Heart
Maurice white, beloyd taylor & azar lawrence
When ya down and youre out
And you feel like you wanna shout
Come along, sing along
Let the music pull you out
When ya down and youre out
And you feel like you wanna shout
Gather round, to the sound
That will keep you gettin down
If you feel out of shape
And you need to communicate
Get up, explore
Tune in and dont ignore
Let the groove in your shoes
Release you from the blues
Come on, sing along
Join in this happy song
Everybody say -- make you feel
Much better now
Everybody swing -- let you heart
Discover how
Hearts to heart, let the people sing
Hearts to heart, let our voices ring
Hearts to heart, let our bodies move
Hearts to heart, we can share the groove
When ya down and youre out
And you feel like you wanna shout
Come along, sing along
Let the music pull you out
Gather round, to the sound
That will keep you gettin down
Lose your blues and your dues
Bad times, been throwin around
Hearts to heart, beating hearts together
Hearts to heart, music makes it better
Hearts to heart, all the people say
Hearts to heart, let the music play
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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Monsters that I Fear
The monsters that I fear
Do not live beneath the bed
Trembling quietly on the floor
Hoping never to be heard
By the devils in the sky
Who toss and turn in tides
The monsters that I fear
Are not residents in a closet
Who peek between the fissures
Of the unwashed distilled light
Looking wearingly for movement
Around eiderdown sleeping dragons
The monsters that I fear
Have never ventured in darkness
Where souls create their compass
To guide themselves across the mountains
In peaks of pain and suffering
And rise above their inklings
The monsters that I fear
Sleep deep inside their beds
Resting peacefully in clothes
Adorned in flesh of silken lining
And awake in the still-life of each day
To invent monsters of their make
For I have never feared the monsters
Who exist in dreams of terror
But the once who are their creators
That I see in the shadows mirrors
poem by Kevin Patrick
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Give Me A Poem
Touch my heart
so I can catch
the images so much alive.
Touch my ears
so I can hear
the tone and rhythm of sounds.
Touch my fingers
so I can build
the right words to write.
Touch my mind
so I can guard
the flow of my lines.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Music To My Ears
Music to my ears
Losing all the fears
Where they go?
They just disappeared
If only a moment.
It must be savored
As if it was a savior
The sanity within
It is where it begins and ends
Welcome to my world friend
I live it everyday
With every word I say
Its a dream
I have created
Destinies be fated
Emotions so jaded
Music to my ears
Losing all the fears
Where they go?
they just disappeared
If only a moment.
It must be savored
As if it was a savior
The sanity within
It is where it begins and ends
Never let it stop
It is hope beneath my cloths
It is my strength
It is my everything
It grows bigger every day
So please follow me this way
And maybe I can share
In your moments of despair
Music to my ears
Losing all the fears
Where they go?
they just disappeared
If only a moment.
It must be savored
As if it was a savior
The sanity within
It is where it begins and ends
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The Lover's Chronicles (Part Two)
no, not yet! take my hand, let us
walk towards the setting sun. the
mountains seem closer, the trees
whisper and wait. for the night
brings its own sounds, a new and
deeper closeness, breaking down
the barriers of the need for concepts.
open your hands, close your eyes, listen,
then let go! of every image you have
of self, of want, of need... the bird
leaves the nest and never looks back,
no longer clinging to a world made of
straw...
i will love you, first with stillness,
then with sounds heard for the first time.
i will bring you taste, richness and raw.
i will bring you healing, that searches
your unnamed sorrows for joy. i will listen
to your heart, and hear. i want to know
you before we touch... i want to touch
you, and know you more!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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My imaginary friend
My imaginary friend
Has got brown eyes
And brown hair
My imaginary friend
Is as cuddly
As polo bear
My imaginary friend
Is playful and kind
My imaginary friend
Has got a big mind
My imaginary friend
Is complete with care
My imaginary friend
Knows how to share
My imaginary friend
Is my sweetheart
My imaginary friend
Likes so much art
My imaginary friend
Is really fun
The truth is
I don’t have imaginary friend
All of this is my mum
M.Reka 2006
poem by Marinela Reka
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Makin Monsters For My Friends
Everybody said so man you could see it on t.v.
They stood there ashamed with nowhere to go
Nobody wants them now the kids are alright
Every day is a holiday and pushin people around
Im making monsters for my friends
Im making monsters for my friends
Someone caught one I could see so myself
I had to call 254 so they wouldnt blame me
We wanted to know how much trouble there was
When we asked our daddy he said its just because
Im making monsters for my friends
Im making monsters for my friends
I dont wanna open a can of worms and I dont want any spagetti-os
And I could always tell when someone is holding a grudge
Im making monsters for my friends
Im making monsters for my friends
Im making monsters for my friends
Im making monsters for my friends
song performed by by Ramones
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Groovin With You
1) life can take us down some hard roads and we know not where to turn
Then we realize that were all alone just the sound of one voice in the night
Its a way of keeping things real, real life, a way of seeing yourself from the outside in
And it keeps our hearts beating so fast to the rythms of our soul the fear of life
Bridge-
When life turns you upside down
You look for love it cant be found
And people treat you like a clown
When life turns you upside down
-- so when Im all alone, I think of these times
And then Im groovin with you, begins to ease my mind
2) let the sounds escape into your heart explore the love that you can feel
Theres no trick to being real if you turn it on then you can do no wrong
Get lost in the rhymes and youll find that you can twist and shout it out
Everyday Im writing my songs I share em with you......... I hope you will sing along
Chorus -
Gotta open on up, gotta let it all out
Gotta open your mind, mind, mind, to what were talking about
Twist and shout it out everybody twist and shout it out
--so when Im all alone I think of these times
And then Im groovin with you, begins to ease my mind
3) if your serious about your life, get serious about your love
Cause what you throw out to the world will come right back and give you what we need
Because music is revelation when your looking for a sweet sensation sensual medication makes you high
Its a groove meditation, a soul saving occupation, put your head on vacation for the night
Chorus
song performed by by Zuba
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Forgiving Is Too Distant From Their Hearts
Not too many,
Are willing...
To forget with an ending.
With a forgiving,
To begin.
Ready they are not!
Forgiving is too distant from their hearts.
What's been done,
To many...
Sits,
Deep within...
With a tearing them apart.
Forgiving is too distant from their hearts.
No matter what some folks do,
Forgiving is too distant from their hearts.
Some people show they are cruel,
To forgive them is too distant from some hearts.
And when those people choose to forgive,
A forgetting is repeated...
Again to remember.
Remember.
Remember...
No matter what some folks do,
Forgiving is too distant from their hearts.
Some people show they are cruel,
To forgive them is too distant from some hearts.
And when those people choose to forgive,
A forgetting is repeated...
Again to remember.
Not too many,
Are willing...
To forget with an ending.
With a forgiving,
To begin.
Ready they are not!
Forgiving is too distant from their hearts.
Forgiving is too distant from their hearts.
Forgiving is too distant from their hearts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Issue
Don’t push me more
If you don’t want to see explosion
There’s so much question
That I could only answer
“I don’t know, I don’t know”
Maybe it is ridiculous
Or just unreasonable fear
My heart is too stubborn
To order my mouth other than
“I don’t know, I don’t know”
It may be an imaginary line
That I don’t want to touch
Avoid me to see clearly
And escape with saying
“I don’t know, I don’t know”
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Spirit Makes Changes
The Spirit needs to prick one’s heart, to give thinking a fresh start,
Only then can change be wrought, in the direction of their thought.
It’s only natural for our focus to be, here on earth, not on Eternity,
Tending to all earthly needs, spiritual concerns man seldom heeds.
Addressing other things day to day, spiritual things get in the way,
So busy with their daily grind, to things of God, they pay no mind.
It never seems to touch their heart; the words from God we impart,
The words of Truth that we share, hopeful that one day they’ll care.
But, Satan too, does his part, by deceiving every unknowing heart,
Snatching away the seed we sow, hoping that they will never know,
The freeing Truth of God’s Word, from the sharing, that they heard,
Keeping their hearts occupied, to never know, just why Christ died.
Christ came with His life to give, so that all of men could truly live,
A new life upon earth abundantly, as God prepares us for Eternity.
It is The Spirit which Christ sends, that touches the hearts of men,
And by The Spirit God arranges, within or mind unknown changes.
The heart begins to open wide, to those Truths which were denied,
As The Spirit waters sown seed, allowing that one to see his need.
The eyes that were blind before, now open wide and see The Lord,
And that once, unbelieving heart, from God gets a brand new start.
Damp And Chilly
Damp seas damage me afterwards
For they plant chemicals
And sharp instruments mingle
Eaten are the monsters of the deep
By those mammoths of beauty
The beauties
Chilly seas are deranged beyond us
Disgusted by them, I swill the mouth
With distilled water
Innate abilities are desired
But roses shine when red and white
In the deep blue sea
poem by Naveed Akram
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Gangs Too Distant
Gangs of fire and ice, their religion is polite,
As their goals are super-respectable,
As there is righteous action in all they accomplish,
A region of space is reserved for their cacophony,
They cajole them into thinking alike,
To gather the praise as praise is grand
Like the distant seas and the remarkable ocean.
Gangs of youths do beat their doors,
Downwards is their strength on the radio,
The police are the calamity and calligraphers
Of a wide community, canoeists are the gangs
Of a river of reality. The best are the prisoners.
Like the distant ocean and the mountains far away.
poem by Naveed Akram
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And God Created Woman
In a deep sleep I fell
And the music starts 2 swell
One of my ribs he took and it shall be
Bone of my bones (bone of my bones)
And God created woman
And we were naked and did not care
Theres a time 2 take and a time 2 share
2 in love, all around and all aware
Flesh of my flesh (flesh of my flesh)
And God created woman
Temptation sweet and so much (sweet and so much)
Surely die if neither one of us shall ye touch (shall ye touch)
Then again we could die from the rush (rush)
Heart of my heart (heart of my heart)
And God created woman (woman)
Woman
My-my-my-my-my-my woman
In my darkest hour I find
Many serpents who have lied (lied)
Given half the chance still Id run 2 your side (run 2 your side)
Love of my love (love of my love)
And God created woman (woman)
And if I never see u again
Its alright 4 I am guilty of no sin
They can have u, Ill have your love in the end
Soul of my soul (soul of my soul)
And God created woman
(God created woman)
(God created woman) (woman)
Flesh of my flesh
(God created woman) (soul)
(God created, God created woman)
(God created, God created woman)
(God created woman)
song performed by by Prince
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Imaginary
The imaginary power takes over the world, and the people in it.
Making minute things important, and important things unnecessary.
And so the world turns.
The imaginary status places and artificial happiness over the world, and the people in it.
Creating avoidable conflicts to arise at new magnitudes.
And so the world turns.
The imaginary wealth controls the world, and the people in it.
Presenting new desirable ideas to replace the already insufficient ones.
And so the world turns.
The imaginary need drives selfishness in the world, and the people in it.
Allowing happiness, fear, and lust to lead their lives.
And so the world turns.
This world is unfortunately not imaginary,
Going day to day with imaginary things at the center of the lives of all.
Soon the world will no longer turn.
poem by Kaitlin Schmidt
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No Happy Endings
There are no happy endings,
Auntie said. Her words tasted
like bitter lemons in the mouth,
causing imaginary ulcers that
stung when ever words came out.
It was the way she said it, as if
she’d discovered some mystery
of the universe and hammered it
like brass. People meet, they have
kids and then after a while they die
and that’s it, she’d say, giving you a
look, clearing breakfast things away.
To your five year old ears, this seemed
like harsh; no mention of an afterlife
or heaven or all things will all right in
the end God will see to that; her words
heavy with sadness, leaving an odd taste
in the mouth like a fizzy drink gone flat.
poem by Terry Collett
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