The Photosynthesis Of The Mind.....
what i have inside my mind
is converted into
food,
the mundane
into divine
bits
in the same manner that we have accepted
how these leaves
take in light and
live....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hello Candice, Are You Sure Of Yourself?
you speak of some bits, bits and bits
of bits buried underneath our hearts and
bones and you want them
to be unraveled bit by bit
that there is always a way, a manner
a process, some means
to an end, to find that light at the end of the tunnel
i am born on a complicated day.
And then i have grown hairs on my head
They too are complications
and my fingers do not have the same lengths
and shapes
That is also another complication
And my feet are not straight
And my face is not proportional
There are angles of deflection
There are lights in me which are refracted
And i may appear so far
And my hands may bend a little
It is because of the difference in our index
I am myself sometimes. I am not myself most of the times.
I ask you then: Are you sure of yourself?
Is that you? If yes, I am telling you
I am not me. I am somebody else.
If No, do not mind me at all.
I am having the tantrums of the poet
A dough with yeast. A grapefruit sour to your lips.
I am irony. I am another riddle.
I like to make myself readable. How many syllables do you
need? Tell me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Im Falling
Im falling...
Im falling to pieces inside my mind
Without you
Among the things that you left behind
A picture painted by our dreams
So now Im none, I become unreal
The world is closing in on me
Ga ga ga ga
Gotta learn, gotta learn to live
Without your love in my life (dont want me)
Gotta learn, gotta learn to live
Without your love in my life
Gotta learn, gotta learn to live
Without your love in my life (dont want me)
Gotta learn how to survive
We just got to learn how to forgive
You decide if I will die or live
cause I am falling
Im falling to pieces inside my mind
Without you
Im falling
Im falling to pieces inside my mind
Without you
Those days and nights, they went flying by
And still my love is wider than the sky
Picking em, picking em, picking em, pickin em
Picking up, picking up the bits
And the pieces of our love (dont want me)
Picking up, picking up the bits
And the pieces of our love
Picking up, picking up the bits
And the pieces of our love (dont want me)
Picking up bits of our love
We just got to learn how to survive
You decide if I will live or die
cause I am falling
Im falling to pieces inside my mind
Without you
Im falling
Im falling to pieces inside my mind
Without you
Falling...
Falling
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Hard To Swallow
We eat to live
We eat to grow
We eat to endulge ourselves,
In the greatness of food
We eat to provide comfort
We eat to be accepted
We eat as it is part,
Of our lives
Food comes in all different forms,
Shapes and sizes
It can be a bean as small as a nail
Or a christmas turkey the size of a horse
Food is a necessity
Food is a way of life
Food is enjoyed
Food is loved
But for some,
Food is despised
Eating brings pain
Eating brings weight
Eating brings illness
Eating brings hate
Eating means endless pain
A pain that wont stop,
Until the food inside,
Is forced out
Eating means weight gain and hurt
So,
It's best not to eat at all
The aching pain of hunger drifts away,
With several ibuprofein.
The battle with food is a constant struggle
To overcome the eating disorder
To take one bite,
And Swallow!
poem by Chris jones
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Living Kingdom
Life energy present in the plant cells
Imbibes elements and build live matter.
Elements in the earth and carbon in air
Are converted into living matter.
Life energy present in animals
In takes plants as food and help them add flesh
Or it takes flesh as food and gives more flesh.
Life energy circulates within these.
Life energy of plants and animals
Are same and animals are sequel to plants.
The existence and the expansions of
The living kingdom is from evolution.
The whole kingdom can be analogous
To a banyan tree, where sprout twigs and leaves
And where dry twigs and leaves on routine,
With no birth and no death to life energy.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Teacher
A trojan horse with the force of thunder
And a lightening mind,
In whom each finds a new world
Unfurled in mystery, intrigue ... Fatigue.
A myriad of labors have sharpened that saber
For an unending war of wits,
As a teacher tacks bits of facts
In awaiting funnels.
Some inverted; others converted.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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The Lady Lies
The man steps out in the moonlight
At the sound of a scream from below.
He thinks he is a warrior
So he picks up his sword and goes.
From the mouth of the monster
He rescues the maiden fair.
But we know shes a demon
Come to lure him to demons lair.
Through restless foliage and tall trees he leads
To a house in a clearing, a place in her fear she calls home.
Come with me, I need you,
I fear the dark and I live all alone.
Ill give you wine and food too
And something special after if you like.
And though his body bids him
To enter in with her,
There was something in her manner
That his mind could not ignore.
Also it is whispered
In the kingdom far and wide,
To beware a little cottage
In the forest in a glade.
For who knows what magic takes place in his world?
So he just thanks her kindly preparing to go on his way.
Come with me, I need you,
I fear the dark and I live all alone.
Ill give you wine and food too
And something special after if you like.
Come to my garden,
Taste the fruits and the spices of love.
You cant resist me,
Im the kind that your dreams tell you of.
So glad you could make it
We had everything arranged.
So glad you saw fit to pay a call.
Some men never listen,
And others never learn,
But why this man did as he did
Only he will ever know.
He knew he was walking
Into a waiting trap,
Neatly set up for him
With a bait so richly wrapped.
So he went inside there to take on what he found
But he never escaped them, for who can escape what he desires?
Come with me, I need you,
I fear the dark and I live all alone.
Ill give you wine and food too
And something special after if you like.
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Finality
It must burn inside, burn inside to see light
And leave then the lesser light for divine right.
I claim a saint was good and finally brought to
Attention of small people and big people,
Bigger was the day they came to live refreshed
By doubt.
poem by Naveed Akram
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We're horribly mundane, aggressively mundane individuals. We're the ninjas of the mundane, you might say.
quote by Andy Partridge
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As We Grow Older
as we grow older
we give way to the new:
younger promising faces
we welcome them
and give them
a toast, a warm shake,
a sincere cheer
technologies that
we do not easily understand
yet we have to embrace
lest we be left out in the corner
of the mute and the blind
and the deaf
yet deep inside
our confused hearts
we still
keep our simple ways
our cherished loves and
human affections
our precious memories
of loves gone by
and loves forever
kept like gems
of gold and diamonds
inside our
treasure boxes
there are those
few that we do not compromise
something divine
inside our heart and mind
for without them
we are but leaves
blown easily
by a light wind
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Repent And Be Converted
Repent and be converted,
For there is very little info of the seven heavens that we can see;
Repent and be converted,
For the third heaven is totally hidden from us at this time;
Repent and be converted,
For only a few will be saved in the long run!
But in this never-ending universe,
We need to be very wis in all that we do.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Overweight with Food
Are you just a tub of lard and
Vastly overweight?
Do you think that when you die you'll
Need a piano crate
To act as coffin for your frame? -
Chosen as you die in shame, with
Only you to take the blame
For years of eating much the same:
A daily calorific fest
Gourmands of your ilk digest!
Is your heart in final fling and
Nearly set to burst?
Are your arteries bunged and clogged and
Feeling now the worst
For wear? - your aneurysm fit to blow
While blood as thick as rising dough
Cries 'Halt! ' to any hope of flow:
A dreadful state to put on show
In front of any nurse!
Best you hail a hearse.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Indians are converts
Some religions converted the people.
Some religions converted the shrines.
Some religions converted the kings.
The Vedic sect adopted local gods.
I am a descendant of forefathers
Who might be converts to many faiths.
If I segregate one on one's religion
It'd mean I insult my forefather's.
05.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Food For Everything!
Meals are the food for the body;
Knowledge is the food for the mind;
Meditation is the food for the spirit;
Music is the food for the love of heart;
Dreams are the food for the consciousness;
Prayer is the food for the Almighty;
Love is the food for the living heart;
Thoughts are the food for the brain;
Colourful ink is the food for the pen;
Ideas are the food for the stories;
Truth is the food for the will;
Sun’s energy is the food for the plants;
Plants are the food for the living beings;
But one man’s food is another man’s poison!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Meek Mind
My mild mind is meek and I do caress your thought
That inhabits your mind.
My manner inhibits stress, the very lamb of distress,
Each spot of anxiety is manufactured.
The smell of your teeth is cruel when you bite
For the food is a whim, a wish and forethought.
The inner thinking brain studied thoughts so fabulous
From the living centre we have named.
The teeth are like pencils of lead
That draw on thoughts of food.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Syrup Sponge
Pour a pint of cream
Upon my spongy bulge!
Scoop me with a
Hefty spoon;
Taste my essence -
Do you swoon?
Feed your self-esteem; indulge
In me until you burst -
Death by syrup sponge - you're cursed!
And as the count in inches gain
Upon your weary waist, the strain
Will tell, but you'll not care -
Steeped in sponge, you're unaware!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Sonnet-On Our Diet
Tis not the quantity but eating speed;
'Tis not the quality but balanced food;
'Tis not the satiety but primal need;
‘Tis not the food that matters but our mood.
Sheer gluttony is sin at any age;
One's labours should decide the quantity;
How much of words can hold a single page?
Let food be by affordability.
The grape is same that gives the juice or wine;
The food is same that prince or pauper eats;
The taste depends on proper sugar, brine;
The mind matters much more than all sweetmeats.
Our food-habits decide our health and feat;
We eat to live; Don't live to eat and eat.
poem by John Celes
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Lifes Projection
Inside an individual's life is a projection
of their life story, created from the Lamp of Divine light.
This Divine Light, focused, condensed, into a strong beam
projecting the ongoing life story of the individual.
This beam of Divine Light shines through the shutter
of moments connected by consciousness.
Consciousness acts like film, where the life story of the individual is experienced, acted on, and stored. The shutter of moments lets the Divine Light through because each moment is in the right position.
poem by Bullion Grey
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Sestina #2
why
I don't care for the money
I don't care for nothing
because every feeling you had was no more that words
but they have been my food
and never filled me, you had nothing to quench my thirst
thirst
I'm tires of the repetion tell me why.
my body is dying I need food
I'm sorry I made a mistake, but I want no money
just countless words
that speakes to nothing
Nothing
my three days are up, I beg thee quench my thirst
I'm so pleased to say those words
my rhetorical question is: why?
I rather to live in the 30's than to have money
I rather live without food
fourth time I said food
Dear, it's nothing.
You shown me that before, I HATE IT, the money.
emotions are dry. and I thirst
...you moke me, why?
they are more than words
they are Words
an entity that my mind's eye use as food
something is new, again why?
i'm teary eyed. It's nothing
situation change, but I'll never dout my thirst.
You are wrong, my mind does not want money
money
it makes lame all your words
your eye is dim, you thirst.
the lines I writes can be your food
but you want nothing
I don't care. don't ask, why
I'm tired of the symobles for money, because they have no belly for food
esoteric words, impressing nothing.
And i still still thrist...why?
poem by Victoria Lee
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Truth
It is Truth
If what reality dwells in the mind
Is completely presented.
It is untruth
If what reality dwells in the mind
Is veiled and presented.
The ebbs and flows
of the mundane pursuits
and the Perpetual Truth
both alternate
and reside in the same mind.
If the encountered
mundane reflections are obliterated
The Eternal Truth glistens
In greater degree by its own visions.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Pieces Now Connecting
So happy am I now to live,
To have a mind free.
And the pieces now connecting,
Did not come to fit...
To snuggle,
Perfectly for me to see.
Or feel deep.
Oh so happy am I to have a mind,
Peacefully freed.
And it didn't come to happen,
Easily accepted...
As I thought a peace of mind,
For me...
Would come to be.
I thought all troubles came to be expected.
And easily for me to accept.
I even thought my head was only made to ache.
And easily I accepted.
I thought my life was meant to fear,
And easily I accepted.
With a living in pain to gain...
To easily accept,
And...
To keep it near.
Oh so happy am I to have a mind,
Peacefully freed.
And it didn't come to happen,
Easily accepted...
As I thought a peace of mind,
Would come to be.
For me.
Yes so happy am I now to live,
To have a mind free.
And the pieces now connecting,
Did not come to fit...
To snuggle,
Perfectly for me to see.
Or feel deep.
But now...
Perfectly for me to see.
And I feel deep,
Is a peace...
Within me as it's meant,
To be.
Oh so happy am I now to live,
What fits for me.
With pieces now connecting,
A peace that fits,
Perfectly intended as was meant,
To be.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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