Bubbles
Birth spits out;
Time flies;
Death urges;
Knell invites;
Heaven invites;
Hell threatens.
A bubble is burst.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Care For Some Tea? - A Kyrielle
If you are smart, you will listen to me
Remember not all tales are just make believe
Dragons in snuggies are not just seen on TV
Never say yes when a dragon invites you to tea
I don't know how I got there, I hadn't a clue
But the next thing I heard was one lump or two
And he smiled most wide with his eyes all agleam
Never say yes when a dragon invites you to tea
His teeth were all pointy, as long as my shoe
And with a smile like that, who was I to refuse
So I smiled as I stammered 'can I have three? '
Never say yes when a dragon invites you to tea
If you are smart, you will listen to me
Never say yes when a dragon invites you to tea
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Our government... teaches the whole people by its example. If the government becomes the lawbreaker, it breeds contempt for law; it invites every man to become a law unto himself; it invites anarchy.
quote by Louis D. Brandeis
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Sudden Force
Suddenly the force of an abyss entails a tale,
This story invites new pain, a whole life.
One making this stretch of the blue
Must sing with fusions and masterwork.
Until the closeness is reached, promises
Arrive at the doorstep, to invite a story.
A life so close to the pure gardens
Invites itself to humanity’s look.
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Another Name
When postponed, death had no meaning.
It was lying in ambush.
Journey was imperfect without
a termination.
Behind the dust was another desire.
Another thumb on the trigger
starts shooting through the bubble
of moon. Every bone springs
to jump for final galaxy
of hidden stars.
Striving was brutal. Being
was dying for life. Profits
of morality on sale. Fragrance
without house. A memory
now invites another name.
Daughter of next life
lives hundreds of years
in death. Becoming
becomes the fear!
poem by Satish Verma
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Travelers
The hell is not a hell,
As held by outsiders,
To those whose home it is.
The heaven is not a heaven
Likewise to its dwellers.
Seals at ice and camels at sand
Are perfectly at ease.
Travelers from birth to death
Brand them as hell and heaven.
01.10.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Meditation Before Sacrament
Arise my soul & hast away
Thy god doth call & canst thou stay
Thee to his table he invites
To tast of heavenly delights
He sufferd death to sett thee free
From sin; & canst thou slothfull be
To serve him should he for it call
Thy life would be a gift too small
But he desires to make it Blest
And now Invites thee to a feast
A feast of the divinest food
A feast of our own saviours flesh & blood
For shame dull sluggish soul arise
Wilt thou so great a good despise
You'de earthly kings obey with pride
& is ye king of heav'n deni'de
Thou know'st not what this act doth mean
Or would'st not sure be Backward then
The god who all has made tis he
Invites so base a worm as thee
& wilt thou then ungratefull be
No Ld I come & be thou kind
In mercy to me wretchd & blind
The way thou must not onely shew
But give me eyes to find it too
Each step I take yn to thy holy place
Ile utter Halelujahs to thy praise
poem by Thomas Parnell
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On The Dutchess Of Grafton
Under the Name of ALINDA.
A SONG.
Th' ambitious Eye that seeks alone,
Where Beauties Wonders most are shown;
Of all that bounteous Heaven displays,
Let him on bright Alinda gaze;
And in her high Example see,
All can admir'd, or wisht-for, be
An unmatch't Form, Mind like endow'd,
Estate, and Title great and proud;
A Charge Heaven dares to few commit,
So few, like her, can manage it;
Without all Blame or Envy bear,
The being Witty, Great and Fair!
So well these Murd'ring Weapons weild,
As first Herself with them to shield,
Then slaughter none in proud Disport,
Destroy those she invites to Gourt:
Great are her Charmes, but Vertue more,
She wounds no Hearts, though All adore!
'Tis Am'rous Beauty Love invites,
A Passion, like it self, excites:
The Paragon, though all admire,
Kindles in none a fond desire:
No more than those the Kings Renown
And State applaud, affect his Crown.
poem by Anne Killigrew
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The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
The heaven we chase
Like the June bee
Before the school-boy
Invites the race;
Stoops to an easy clover
Dips--evades--teases--deploys;
Then to the royal clouds
Lifts his light pinnace
Heedless of the boy
Staring, bewildered, at the mocking sky.
Homesick for steadfast honey,
Ah! the bee flies not
That brews that rare variety.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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(Little) Bubble
Friday night and you're on the phone
To everyone you've ever known
Nothing grand to celebrate
With all the people that you hate.
Half an hour spent in the bath
Dry your hair in the aftermath
Rubber Johnny and Stanley knife
Either way the night's alright
I can never tell, if you're heaven is my hell
And I can't understand, why you enjoy your callous man
Your little bubble follows me everywhere
Such a bubble that I just don't care
You throw yourself about everywhere
Your little bubble woooh
Friday night and you're on the phone
To everyone you've ever known
Nothing grand to celebrate
With all the people that you hate.
I can never tell, if you're heaven is my hell
And I can't understand, why you enjoy your callous man
Your little bubble follows me everywhere
Such a bubble that I just don't care
You throw yourself about everywhere
Your little bubble woah (x3)
song performed by by Ordinary Boys
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Skilled At Introducing Agitation
I don't mean to burst,
Anyone's bubble about this!
'Yeah, you do! '
But...
If something is declared to be in short suppy,
Wouldn't you be curious if that was a lie?
And to learn an abundance of a shortage,
Had actually existed?
I don't mean to burst,
Anyone's bubble about this!
It would bother me deeply,
If I was thought of as a gossip.
'Yeah, right! '
Suppose those who knew this,
Kept the news to themselves.
And only by accident this was revealed.
To be knwon by someone else.
While the price paid for shortages,
Shot through the roof.
And those who took advantage,
Deceived and hid the truth!
I don't mean to burst,
Anyone's bubble about this!
But I can not be the only one here that is curious.
'No...
You are not.
However...
You do seem to be the only one,
Who is skilled at introducing agitation.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Bubble In My Heart...!
There's a bubble in my heart
A bubble that floats
Like it is made out of soap
There's a bubble in my heart
A bubble that dance
Like it is riding on the breeze
A bubble a bubble in my heart
A bubble a bubble that fills my heart
There's a bubble in my heart
A bubble that sings
Like it knows how to sing
There's a bubble in my heart
A bubble that roams
Out of my heart in to the storms
A bubble a bubble in my heart
A bubble a bubble that fills my heart
There's a bubble in my heart
Baby can you see that
Yeah the bubble in my heart
There's a bubble in my heart
A bubble that shines
Much more than sunshine
A bubble a bubble in my heart
Yeah baby, there is a bubble, a bubble in my heart....!
poem by Rowving Smith
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A Tenant in the Obscure house
He has a morbid fear of crowds and the doctors diagnosed the sickness as ' Ochlophobia'.
In the day time he locks himself inside and he goes out in the middle of the night.
He invites his best friend the handsome death for a chat
Where he lives nearby the cemetery,
But the death says ' it's too early my dear and also your ticket is not valid yet for the departure,
Please be calm and stay comfortably and I'll knock at your door
When the express train stops at the station of Goodbye.'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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From a Miracle Called Birth
I don't want to burst your bubble...
But when I close my eyes to pray,
I don't have imaginations of you
In the image of Jesus Christ,
Anytime of any day!
And this may come as a shock,
I don't think of God as being white...
Staying up all through the night!
Trying to make things right,
For those so uptight...
Trying to interpret
What HE wants done!
With the assistance of 'chosen ones'.
To enforce THEIR will on everyone!
I know all of us are on this Earth...
And HE or SHE created the Sun.
Allowing all of us to live
Until we die,
From a miracle called birth!
Immaculate?
Whatever the perceived conceived perception,
That has many on knees to feed with deception!
So this is what you can do...
You can get off your high horse,
And let me live as God has chosen me to!
I don't want to burst your bubble...
But what he wants for me,
Has nothing to do with you!
And this is the lesson you haven't learned,
That keeps your mind crazed and screwed...
Trying to untie from a scorch that burns!
Do you see conflicts everywhere?
I'll give you one guess who put them there!
Those who feel threatened...
By a way of life that lessens
From actions they implant,
That lands them in confession booths
And given affirmations to soothe and chant!
From a miracle called birth?
For what it's worth...
All of us were screwed,
To bring us here for God to use!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Snowline
A blank paper invites
for rape.
Snow sinks for a prelude.
The black swan flies away
for the quiet hills,
when sun was drawing out the blood.
Alone I will write a poem
beneath the tear soaked eyes
and then moon fell.
As in the valley
of million tulips
I will make a dream kill.
poem by Satish Verma
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Sonnet: ’Tis Very Clear
What’s the conflict between God and my soul?
I know God is the Omnipotent One!
And being sin-free is my earthly goal;
To enter Heaven, isn’t something called fun!
What’s the confusion ’tween the right and wrong?
God gave each one conscience to sort this out;
Can uncleans’d sinners be, the saints among?
That pure souls only see God- there’s no doubt!
How can I serve devils and go to God?
One has to choose just one between the two:
Ignoring Heaven invites God’s just Rod!
You can’t serve devils and also God woo!
poem by John Celes
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Unidentical Twins
Death and birth are one
One spits us into life
The other excretes us into eternity
Without one the other a disease.
poem by Kolawole Ajao
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The Raspberries in My Driveway
Nature will bear the closest inspection . She invites us to lay our eyes level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain.
-Thoreau
The raspberries
in my driveway
have always
been here
(for the whole eleven years
I have owned
but have not owned
this house),
yet
I have never
tasted them
before.
Always on a plane.
Always in the arms
of man, not God,
always too busy,
too fretful,
too worried
to see
that all along
my driveway
are red, red raspberries
for me to taste.
Shiny and red,
without hairs-
unlike the berries
from the market.
Little jewels-
I share them
with the birds!
On one perches
a tiny green insect.
I blow her off.
She flies!
I burst the raspberry
upon my tongue.
In my solitude
I commune
with raspberries,
with grasses,
with the world.
The world was always
there before,
but where
was I?
Ah raspberry-
if you are so beautiful
upon my ready tongue,
imagine
what wonders
lie in store for me!
poem by Erica Jong
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Back To Nothing
you are a small bubble
living inside
a big bubble like the small cat
inside the stomach
of the comforting bigger cat
a joey
inside a kangaroo
a louse within a
mustache
there is always a story when something
is inside something else
like a sub-language
because somehow one must
survive the
dog's race or
the rat world
the internalization of
of the subsumed
fine, the story must be told
in the simplest manner
possible
there is no need for
a story teller
and the story goes like this:
there is a bubble which burst inside a bubble
and the bigger bubble bursts during the bursting
and then
the end is always the same as ever:
there is only nothing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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