Those Classical Ones
these are the bitter pills
of our sad existence
what sadness plus bitterness
what existence is this
but these classical ones the moment
they are played
at those times through the radio sets
of our neighbors
as though the world stops revolving
and flowers from the skies
all petals fall
our bodies buried beneath them
not dead but
resurrected
our hands reach the stars
and we become so alive
like new sprouted beans
offered by all the cracks of
the dying earth
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Show Us All
Turned on the radio
to pass the time of day,
and all the DJ wanted to play
were songs about dying and lying,
broken hearts and sadness.
He never played a song
about the joys of being alive.
Just rolled out the carpet of tears
to tantalize our ears.
Whether it was me
or the music he played,
but all I could see
were the tragedies in my life.
The songs were depressing me
and in the end, I’d had enough,
reaching over I turned the damn thing off.
I wanted cheering up,
not into a depression fall,
so why can’t they play happy songs,
not ones with buckets of tears.
Is it possible the songwriters
look around and sadness
is all they see,
so they write about it
to show us all
how miserable we are?
7 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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x13-The Petals Shall Fall
(I suggest you read first the 'COLD WATERS'.2nd poem of DEAD PETALS)
-Dylan Blayne-
My heart pained the very first moment
that I looked into your eyes.
How I want to take that sorrow away,
to turn it to the skies…
why, the moment I saw you,
how I long to take your heart.
Though I rushed to pluck petals
to wipe away your fears…
you’re gone as though you’re drowned with your tears.
I knocked at your door,
But there was no answer.
I entered as a strange feeling
rushed through me deeper.
I called after you but all I heard
was rushing waters.
And so I looked for it and found you
Dead with tears.
I never had the time to question why…
or wipe your tears with petals by and by.
I saw the words you wrote before your bed…
‘the petals shall fall and the waters shall flow’,
how I wish I’d better be dead!
Blood flowed like water with your tears;
I wonder if I could carry this memory
for all the coming years.
I think you’re right, the petals shall fall…
and I guess I’m too late
to have you after all.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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The Rose
This immortal rose that lovers seek
will be glimpsed by all in youthful peak
for her presence will be on every corner.
And those who confuse that heady perfume
with a lust for love,
will only find winter in an unknown heart
for beauty was always a fragile thing.
We who have seen this gift from above
will always get burned by its light.
The poet and the painter
have perfumed our existence
with loves testimony to this.
The pain and tears fall on empty shield
for love will break your heart
but when we reach out to hold the rose
picked from these fields of hope,
a moment in life unfurls,
love will kiss your soul
and the world belongs to you.
Fleeting are the petals of time
the rose is a symbol to love.
For others it is the pain of life,
to find and lose this immortal gift
leaves a desert where life cannot breathe.
The laughter replaced by silence
the smile that is kept in darkness,
the kiss exiled to the memory.
Love is lost in the deepest pit
of your despair,
the thorns will bleed your soul red
but she can never die.
Love will always leave a spark
that will lead you to redemption
and only death can take this from you.
The rose was never yours to pick
but its creation yours to admire
for your being was made for this.
And as our mortal bodies die
the spirit will seek the rose once more
for in death its petals fall too
blessing the ground of your resting place.
The rose was always yours
and its beauty a source of life
the chains of doubt will always
break in its presence.
The rose is pure
as is your faith in mankind.
It can show you a deeper meaning
for you are the petals of life
she is the perfume of your existence
and it is you that made her life complete.
poem by Steven Cooke
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That's When You Know
for everyone
the story goes
there's a special someone
to make them whole
someone to give their heart completely
and you may search
high and low
and when you find your angel
and when you know
then you finally get that feeling
it'll be as clear as the air you're breathing
that's when the world feels small beneath your feet
its when the stars above are only just out of reach
when you feel you're alive for the very first time
and there's nothing that you can rise above
that's when you know that you're in love
who can tell the time and place
when you see your soul reflected in their face
it'll be a spell you're under
and it'll hit you just like thunder
that's when the world feels small beneath your feet
it's when the stars above are only just out of reach
when you feel you're alive for the very first time
and when you hold them in your arms and cant let go
that's when you know
for all of my life
I have been searching
for something I couldn't find
but now that I know that you are the one
I understand
I read the signs
cos now the world feels small beneath my feet
and all the stars above are only just out of reach
when you feel you're alive for the very first time
and there's nothing that you can rise above
that's when you know that your in love
song performed by by Gareth Gates from What My Heart Wants To Say
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Ignorant people see life as either existence or non-existence, but wise men see it beyond both existence and non-existence to something that transcends them both; this is an observation of the Middle Way.
quote by Lucius Annaeus Seneca
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All The Will In The World
(r palmer)
All the will in the world
All the will in the world
All the will in the world
Do it
All the will in the world
All the will in the world
Start with intoductions, something in her glance
Sets your heart aflutter
Makes you want to take a chance
Maybe shes the right one, like the only girl in all the world
All the will in the world
When you meet that someone, try with alll your might
Dont give up so easy, love is really worth the fight
Tenderness and passion
Keep romance alive around the world
Give the girl a little love and understanding
You get going when the going gets tough
Keep it up now or love will leave you standing
Keep loving cos youll never get enough
Keep fighting for your true love
With the best will in the world
Reach out for the stars above
With the best will in the world
Lovers expectations reach out to the stars
Everything they dreamt of right there in each others arms
Theyve just got to make it yeah
With all the will in all the world
All the will in the world
After all youve been through, since you got this far
Now the dust has settled, have you really won her heart?
How do you compare to
All the other lovers in the world?
Take a little time to iron out a difference
Dont let your temper get in your way
You got to count to ten and exercise some patience
A little understanding goes a long long way
Keep fighting for your true love
With the best will in the world
Reach out for the stars above
With the best will in the world
Start with intoductions, something in her glance
Sets your heart aflutter
Makes you want to take a chance
Maybe shes the right one, like the only girl in all the world
You never knew, till love came looking for you
You thought that youd never find it
Now that shes here
Now theres no doubt that its true
Now its for real
Now you can win with, all the will in the world
All the will in the world
All the will in the world
All the will in the world
All the will in the world
All the will in the world
Can move a mountain
All the will in the world
Can make you satisfied
All the will in the world
Something to count on
All the will in the world
Take life in your stride
All the will in the world
Keep fighting for your true love
With the best will in the world
Reach out for the stars above
With the best will in the world
Keep fighting for your true love
With the best will in the world
Reach out for the stars above
With the best will in the world
Keep fighting for your true love
With the best will in the world
Reach out for the stars above
With the best will in the world
Keep fighting for your true love
With the best will in the world
Reach out for the stars above
With the best will in the world
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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A Neighbor
you live in the clouds
below all these drifters
are the stones
flowers of the earth
children of the
chipped cliffs
we are the progeny
of the rocks
from our cracks
waters flow
thirsts are quenched
and strangers
spread the news about
us: from our hardness
and painless existence
comes out
the softness and kindness
of the waters
of this earth
you shift and gather
somewhere
soundlessly
looking down upon us
in the hardness of
our silenced
existence
you predict weathers
you tell us you own the rain
and the sun
we look forward
adapt to the changes
for one thing
we do not drift and gather
somewhere
still asking for the
correct directions
we are blind
and so we know what is within us
we have no other option
we are the stones
we ask no more
about those questions
neither do we keep those answers
we are here
we do not move
we do not blink
we welcome the moss
we are never tossed....
neighbor cloud
nebulous, oh how infamous
now, tumultuous
fatuous...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Earth
why do i have such a
warm affinity to mother earth?
it's because it is so much older
every day of its age can
hold a cell of my body
in the air for all to see
only if i can stretch that far
every of its men if if alive again
can hold hand to hand round
the earth 20,000 times
i am the smallest germ
crawling through the
history of its pages
a trillionth of a second
of its time
if you have a line long as
the equator i cannot fill in
the dot of its existence
an ant running on the wall of
the tallest building in Dubai
and if the the whole existence
of earth is the time you need to
read from A to Z
i am a trillionth of the tiniest nerves
that help you see, think, and
open your mouth, navigate your tongue
in the ocean of registers before
hitting port with the sonal signal A
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Bloodflowers
this dream never ends" you said
"this feel never goes
The time will never come to slip away"
"this wave never breaks" you said
"this sun never sets again
These flowers will never fade"
"this world never stops" you said
"this wonder never leaves
The time will never come to say goodbye"
"this tide never turns" you said
"this night never falls again
These flowers will never die"
Never die
Never die
These flowers will never die
"this dream always ends" i said
"this feeling always goes
The time always comes to slip away"
"this wave always breaks" i said
"this sun always sets again
And these flowers will always fade"
"this world always stops" i said
"this wonder always leaves
The time always comes to say goodbye"
"this tide always turns" i said
"this night always falls again
And these flowers will always die"
Always die
Always die
These flowers will always die
Between you and me
It's hard to ever really know
Who to trust
How to think
What to believe
Between me and you
It's hard to ever really know
Who to choose
How to feel
What to do
Never fade
Never die
You give me flowers of love
Always fade
Always die
I let fall flowers of blood
song performed by by Cure
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Dead to the World
I am dead to the world
What I mean to say is i die each day
What I mean to say is i am only clay
As a sun blackened by burning smoke begins to set on the horizon
A laugh at our existence
A laugh at subsistence
For the sun will rise when we are all dead
The sun will rise when mankind is dust
The sun will look out over a volcanic ocean and wonder
'where did you all go? I was just getting warmed up'
I am man. But I am dead to the world. Aren't you?
Willows bow their heads in prayer
As the Sun sets on the horizon
And the bikinied blond frolics in the waves as if nothing matters
And we are all dead to the world
As quick as a wink we will be gone
poem by Beau Golden
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A Small Attempt to Capture...
there's the sea
there's the sky
the moon and the wind too
a picture perfect setting
for you and i
but
you aren't you
i'm not i
inheritors of the promordial fire
we're just the carriers of the
principle that governs nature
to probe and penetrate
the mysterious and mystic
depths and spaces
teasing man for eons
to undo all the knots
to unravel our existence
at each penetration
at each probing
to reach that fleeting moment
of non-existence
severed from the body connect
detached from the earth-bounds
the elements will never cease
the fire will keep burning
but
you'll not be you
and i'll not be i
07jun2010
12.40hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Life - 2
We float with the tides of time,
Dance with boundless joy
At the crest of waves...
Sometimes the mind plunges deep down
At the darkened trough
Where long sadness seems
To grow longer...
Stretched out hands seek more
To stay afloat.
Driven by an unquenched thirst,
Tangled up in many,
Engaged in an endless struggle,
Do we really know
Where are we heading to?
The shore awaits...
We will be thrown onto it one day.
It's a world of eternal peace.
All that we held all along,
Would simply float away
With the tide of illusory world.
When I look back and see,
It's a pain which grows within me;
Nothing, that I had offered to this world.
An existence thus will wash away
Will I ever let it be?
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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These Are Our Neighbors
Offered are no alternatives.
But complaints are voiced and heard.
Suggestions they have none.
But they come with venom,
On their tongues.
Exposing the teeth of wolves...
Seeking tender meat,
To consume and run!
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Knockingdownwhatcanbefoundtogetnothin gdone.
Takingoutofcontextwithawishfailurecomes!
And these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Yes these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
And these are our neighbors...
Every one.
Pickinguptheirtelephonestogossipwithm orelies.
Hopingwhatissaidwillkeepthetruthindis guise.
To keep deceit and defeat on the rise!
And...
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Yes...
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Offered are no alternatives.
But complaints are voiced and heard.
Suggestions they have none.
But they come with venom,
On their tongues.
Exposing the teeth of wolves...
Seeking tender meat,
To consume and run!
Pickinguptheirtelephonestogossipwithmorel ies.
Hopingwhatissaidwillkeepthetruthindisguis e.
To keep deceit and defeat on the rise!
And these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Yes these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
And these are our neighbors...
Every one.
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Depressing Morning
A depressing morning and nothing is special about it
Just miss her love so much
Even though I know she is gone forever.
I have lost her, even though I never ever wanted to lose her
Sadness of being alone and without love and care is always so troubling
In my heart I am really very sad
Although, still I am alive and living this depressing life
No life I have and only sadness is to be
Tears are forever here and I am going to die someday soon
My world has no existence because life is not offering any hope
I know nobody is actually present as these are just shadows
To smile and to act as if everything is alright is really easy
I am actually of no meaning, even though I am still alive.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Flowers
(orbison/dees)
When I was a boy I ran among the flowers
Looking left and right at the bright array
I played through the spring, whiled away the hours
Lingered with the flowers every day
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, along the way
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, along the way
When the summer ends and the storms of life are over
When the winter comes and the petals fall away
They may write it on my stone, he was just a roller
But he stopped to pick some flowers along the way
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, picked some flowers, along the way
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Reminiscence
A rose reminiscent of my father's garden
I found growing by a pathway outside my home- as well as
Another just lying upon the sidewalk-
I collected them and brought them home and
Placed them in a vase my mother always loved.
My mother and father always loved the springtime and
On this rainy Saturday afternoon,
I find it hard to believe they have been gone for twenty years.
My mother's spirit was as delicate as the petals on these roses-
My father's, as strong as their thorny stems that upheld them and
My own spirit, by them, always misunderstood.
Flowers are blossoming everywhere-
Daffodils and wild violets growing every place I look and
Cherry blossoms and dogwood seemly decorating the trees-
Bring back the fonder memories of my mother and my father-while
The rain and the sky so gray and overcast
Bring back memories of the sadness of being misunderstood.
It has been nearly forty years that
I had made my own special world in which to live and
In this world flowers grew not only just in the springtime months-
But all year around and in every place.
The real world was then, to me, a place I never lived in or comprehended, and
As long as I kept my mind alive inside the world of my imagination-
At that time, I believed that I had not a thing to fear.
Roses reminiscent of my father's garden,
Placed in the vase my mother so loved-
Upon this rainy Saturday day in March, evokes a few tears in my eyes and
Just for the moment I think of the laughter and good times we had together-
These thoughts are interrupted by memories of all of the anger, sadness,
Mistrust and disbelief that now overshadow memories of
These few pleasurable moments we not so often shared, and
I take these roses from the vase that sits alone upon the table,
Open my picture window and throw them to the rain, and
As my tears cease to fall and dry away- I say goodbye to all unhappy memories-and
As thoughts of my self-made world disappear,
I am thankful that I have a life in this world here alive, and while
I watch the rose petals flutter about in a gentle spring like breeze-
I leave thoughts of discontented past times behind me and
I realize that I have just been set free.
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Learning To Breathe
Hello, good morning, how you do?
What makes your risin' sun so new?
I could use a fresh beginning too
All of my regrets are nothing new
So this is a way, that I say I need You
This is a way
This is a way
That I'm learning to breathe
I'm learning to crawl
I'm finding that you and you alone can break my fall
I'm living again, awake and alive
I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies
Hello, good morning, how you been?
Yesterday left my head kicked in
I never, never thought that
I would fall like that
Never knew that I could hurt this bad
I'm learning to breathe
I'm learning to crawl
I'm finding that you and you alone can break my fall
I'm living again, awake and alive
I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies
These abundant skies
Yeah, abundant skies, yeah
This is a way that I say I need You
This is a way that I say I love You
This is a way that I say I'm Yours
This is a way
This is a way
That I'm learning to breathe
I'm learning to crawl
(Leaning to breathe)
I'm finding that you and you alone can break my fall
I'm living again, awake and alive
(Living again, awake and alive)
I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies
(I'm dyin')
Yes I'm dying to breathe in
(I'm dyin')
These abundant skies
These abundant skies, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm learning to breathe
I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies
Hello, good morning, how you do?
How you do?
How you do?
Breathe
song performed by by Switchfoot
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The Pessimist
You that have snarled through the ages, take your answer and go -
I know your hoary question, the riddle that all men know.
You have weighed the stars in a balance, and grasped the skies in a span:
Take, if you must have answer, the word of a common man.
Deep in my life lies buried one love unhealed, unshriven,
One hunger still shall haunt me - yea, in the streets of heaven;
This is the burden, babbler, this is the curse shall cling,
This is the thing I bring you; this is the pleasant thing.
'Gainst you and all your sages, no joy of mine shall strive,
This one dead self shall shatter the men you call alive.
My grief I send to smite you, no pleasure, no belief,
Lord of the battered grievance, what do you know of grief?
I only know the praises to heaven that one man gave,
That he came on earth for an instant, to stand beside a grave,
The peace of a field of battle, where flowers are born of blood.
I only know one evil that makes the whole world good.
Beneath this single sorrow the globe of moon and sphere
Turns to a single jewel, so bright and brittle and dear
That I dread lest God should drop it, to be dashed into stars below.
You that have snarled through the ages, take your answer and go.
poem by G.K. Chesterton from The Wild Knight and Other Poems (1900)
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Open For A Moment, Even Just For A Moment
open your hands you may soon close them
like the child playing his fingers to the moon.
open your mind you have nothing to lose
there is everything to gain even for a moment
i have seen how the flowers open their petals
during the rain and how some petals even fall
to the ground and get crushed and muddy but
oh, i have seen how meaningful it was, how
beautiful the surrender no matter how poignant.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Way To Success
how many bodies
lie beneath your skyscraper world?
how many broken hands
and broken feet,
every time your stocks go up?
how many faces lost
with every gallon of gas you pump?
how many children are buried
in the vaults of your banks?
how many cries of hunger?
and how many tears?
how many of the silent dead
do you pass on the way to success?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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