Forbidden, Not Forgotten
Under a roof we were,
growing to know each other;
I was right in her yard
that she nodded in concord;
Both were drawn in closely
and in perfect consonance.
We grew a little thicker
and felt for each other;
There came a Lakshmana Rekha
That she drew between us
From her guilt complex,
to keep herself away from
The test of fidelity,
I, not crossing her threshold,
And she, not abandoning the threshold,
yet, both reverberating.
Forbidden and hence still in born
is our love, but still with breath.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Sun kept stooping—stooping
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The Sun kept stooping—stooping—low!
The Hills to meet him rose!
On his side, what Transaction!
On their side, what Repose!
Deeper and deeper grew the stain
Upon the window pane—
Thicker and thicker stood the feet
Until the Tyrian
Was crowded dense with Armies—
So gay, so Brigadier—
That I felt martial stirrings
Who once the Cockade wore—
Charged from my chimney corner—
But Nobody was there!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Dislocate
I taste words you divice, want to cover up
Temporary lies
And I see how you pressed your skin on limb
How much thicker it is, how much thicker
Mark my words
Voice comes through the mesh, a sign of safety
Temporary smile
Cross my heart, I'll protect my own
How much thicker is it, how much thicker
Mark my words
Dislocate yourself
And this is enough poison for me
Spilling the guilt.
song performed by by 36 Crazyfists
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Kisses of death
Messing up my life seems to be what I'm doing these days
Loving you has turned me into something I dont wanna be
Your kisses make me sick
They hurt so bad
I wanna be free
I want kisses that make me smile,
Not these kisses of death,
They break my heart
Your kisses are addicting
I'm growing sick of your games
I wanna run but you hold me down
I dont give second chances..
This is the part where the story tends to turn ugly,
The pain inside of me growing thicker and thicker
Let me go,
Let me be free
give me the chance to
find the real thing
Not this sickening game
I hate you
poem by Marrissia Holliday
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Buried Between two Trees
Back home again
in the yard
I used to play in
So many memories here
of days long ago
for memories, I hold dear
Saw the grave of old shep
the dog I loved so
in this yard, he followed me every step
He's buried between two trees you see
buried him in my brand new quilt
and my mother was really mad at me
In this yard, I would bathe him
many years before
his old eyes grew dim
His bed layed by the cellar door
with tall trees, all around him
oh memories, of the dog I adored
Memories of the time
that the meter man came
he hit old shep, that wasn't very kind
This old yard, was all shep had
he guarded it with his life
when he died, I was very sad
This old yard, now has in it,
a lot of beautiful flowers, all round
between two trees, he wouldn't mind a bit.
Thicker Than Blood
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She was born in kansas city, raised in arkansas
Fell in love with an ex-marine
She already had three babies; he had one of his own
They came together for another and me
Our family never shared the same last name
But our family was a family, the same
(and they say) blood is thicker than water
Oh, but love is thicker than blood
Wreck out on the highway, rain falling down
Lord, he must have fell asleep at the wheel
Theres a number of people just standing around
Lord, I cant condemn the fear that they feel
For that river of red could be the death of me
God, give me strength and keep reminding me
That blood is thicker than water
Oh, but love is thicker than blood
Bridge:
And if blood is thicker than water
Then what are we fighting for
Were all sons and daughters
Of something that means so much more
I see it on my tv but I cant understand
Lord, its one big contradiction to me
How in gods name we love thy neighbor with fists
In our hands
And kill each other when we just dont agree
Why cant we see the walls we cant see through
And see what gods been telling me and you
(and that is) blood is thicker than water
Oh, but love, love is thicker than blood
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Finest Dream
when we fell in love
first and foremost
I felt nothing could ever compare
to the romance that you and I would share
time would revealed these emotions to be real
growing closely that the romance turned into
something tangible and ideal
You cared in ways unimagenable
which I wanted and needed so much
I've felt your warmth, I've felt your tenderness
with every word you speak and each time we'd touch
I turn to you, because in you, i can depend on
for honesty and support
Your patience and understanding nature
would soften my sometimes fiery spirit
God created you and out of all the rest
He knew, you'd love me best
and each day that pass us by, I realize
you are the dream, my heart wished, would one day materialize
poem by Marcquiese Burrell
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Drag Him To The Roof
They keep looking through the window
A cathode glaze across their eyes
Now that Ive been betrayed
I must be well behaved...
Ill drink corruption with their lies.
Why was I hiding out?
What am I running from?
Why are they waiting?
Have I always been the choosen one?
Drag him to the roof
Just push me over
Ive got no better place to be
Drag hime to the roof
Lets get it over...
Its a perfect day to punish me.
I wish that lady would defend me
I cant abide by all the laws
Ill buy the magistrate, cant be a second late...
I anxiously await his call.
Who made this jigsaw puzzle?
Wholl put the pieces back?
Wholl come and get me when I have fallen through the cracks?
Drag him to the roof
Just push me over
Ive got no better place to be
Drag hime to the roof
Lets get it over...
Its a perfect day to punish me.
song performed by by Toto
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Mary Tired
Through the starred Judean night
She went, in travail of the Light,
With the earliest hush she saw
God beside her in the straw.
One poor taper glimmered clear,
Drowsing Joseph nodded near,
All the glooms were rosed with wings.
She that knew the Spirit's kiss
Wearied of the bright abyss.
She was tired of heavenly things.
There between the day and night
These she counted for delight:
Baby kids that butted hard
In the shadowy stable yard;
Silken doves that dipped and preened
Where the crumbling well-curb greened;
Sparrows in the vine, and small
Sapphired flies upon the wall,
So lovely they seemed musical.
In the roof a swift had built.
All the new-born airs were spilt
Out of cups the morning made
Of a glory and a shade.
These her solemn eyelids felt
While unseen the seraphs knelt.
Then a young mouse, sleek and bold,
Rustling in the winnowed gold,
To her shadow crept, and curled
Near the Ransom of the World.
poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
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I grew up in a small farming town called Concord, outside Charlotte in North Carolina.
quote by Skeet Ulrich
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The best, most beautiful, and most perfect way that we have of expressing a sweet concord of mind to each other is by music.
quote by Jonathan Edwards
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Grass Is Greener
One thing that I have heard
As I have often been told
Was the grass is always greener
On the other side of the road,
And to the that one statement
I truly had no ideal,
Was it but a lie that I often heard
Or was that assumption for real.
So on top of my own roof
I went to, after my climb
To check another ones yard
Of course a yard, that wasn't mine.
And there is where I stood
As I surveyed across the road
To see if anyone's grass was greener
As I often had heard and also been told.
And there from where that I stood
And from what that I could see
Their grass was not any greener
Than my yard, that I do believe.
So I surveyed the yards of my neighbors
As up on my roof I stood as I thought
Maybe all yards are all different then
So I got off my roof, and I went for a walk.
I walked down the street
Then I walked up the next block
Seems as though the houses got bigger
Along with their possession's and their lots.
Their grass didn't seem any greener
Than mine or the other that I have seen
Though theirs yards were much larger
As though a good picture from everyone's dream.
So there I left, and I continued my walk
I then came across some railroad tracks
And there stood houses and from what I saw,
Their grass was as green, front yard and back.
Though their yards they wasn't as large
As the ones I have seen
And their houses weren't as large or as nice
But their yards, they were just as green.
So then I headed back unto my home
To reflect back on the things that I have seen,
And of the ideals people thought of and said
And what in their mind they really did mean.
So when I got back unto my home
I climbed again on top of my roof
So there I could reflect and think to myself
About my neighbors and me and to tell the truth.
Though the grass might be greener, I did say
On the other side of the road,
But this one thing I tell you my friend,
The grass, it still has to be mowed.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Drawn
He who felt drawn to women
was for a long time surprised
that women felt drawn to men
poem by Mikael Ejdemyr
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Perfect Part 2
I don’t need perfect cloth
I don’t need perfect hair
What I need is a confidence
I don’t need perfect score
I don’t need perfect job
What I need is a support
I don’t need perfect word
I don’t need perfect dream
What I need is a chance
I don’t need perfect agreement
I don’t need perfect control
What I need is a solution
I don’t need perfect holiday
I don’t need perfect memories
What I need is a peace of mind
I don’t need perfect home
I don’t need perfect family
What I need is a comfort
I don’t need perfect love
I don’t need perfect life
What I need is an understanding
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Blood may be thicker than water, but love is thicker than anything.
quote by Goldie Nash
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The Fence
Around my yard there stands a fence
It keeps the outside world out and I safe within
Though the structure is not that immense
It does the purpose as which it was built for and meant.
Neighbors and strangers it keeps out of my yard
Along with their trash and pets which does it harm
I am my yards protector, landscaper and guard
As it is my beauty, and not a trash bin or someone's farm.
My fence allows and welcomes the sunshine and the wind
Mother nature is always welcomed to visit and roam
The squirrels and the birds are always welcomed in
And welcome are the bee's with the pollen they've sewn.
Around my yard there stands a fence
It protects my yard from the enemies about
Too me it makes such perfect sense
Better to stop the entering, than for me to scream and shout.
As my yard is not the playground for a child to use
Or a shortcut for many persons to walk or run
As it it my yard which I won't neglect or abuse
And the work that I do on it, it will never be done.
In the summertime there will be plants to raise
And the leaves to rake when it becomes the fall
While hoping mother nature with me will always stay
And because of my fence, it will protect it all.
Around my yard there stands a fence
It protects and guards my yard everyday of the year
To others though it might cause an offense
As though it tells the people, not to come over here.
It is my yard which is mine to raise it like a child
To cut it and groom it and keep it nice for all to see
But truly it is GOD'S acre, which I saved from the wild
Then through the wonder of nature, in life I do believe.
So as days will come you will see myself in my yard
And sometimes you might see me nervous and tense
I hate clutter and trash so from there it is always barred
Also to protect my yard and myself, is my mighty fence.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Growing Up In the Projects
You want to know what it's like,
To grow up in the projects?
Being different and taking risks?
'Can't be that bad! '
Follow me.
'Where are we going? '
Up to the roof.
'To the roof? '
Yeah.
I want to show you something from my point of view.
Now...
Turnaround.
Put your hands behind your back.
'Why? '
I'm going to tie your hands behind your back.
Then I'm going to blindfold you before I leave you alone.
'But...
I might fall off the roof.
Aren't you concerned about that? '
You'll learn to adjust.
If you want to survive.
And...
If you can not get up from a fall?
Maybe you were too blind not to pay attention.
Some steps some folks shouldn't take.
Listening and observation is key.
Common sense is precious.
You be surprise how many lessons one learns,
Growing up in the projects.
'But my hands are tied.
And I can't see.'
I use to hear that all the time!
~Boy! Can't you see my hands are tied?
I can't see where the next dime is coming from.
And all I get from you is lip! ~
Note:
Not too many folks I knew who grew up
in the projects became victims from the experience.
In fact, most of the folks became very successful people.
But...that was a time when expectations were high.
And many years ago when folks chose to have 'some' identity
and dignity connected to the 'self' and a growth process.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Less.
Less the money you
owe me for the coffee
I bought Jezebel said
and the man nodded
and began to undress
and she said Wait there’s
the question of the fare
here I think it’s less the
fare too and he nodded
again and removed his
shirt and she raised a
finger saying Hold on a
minute there’s the matter
of the cost of the hotel room
and less the price of that and
he paused undressing with one
leg out of his pants and nodded
slowly taking it all onboard and
took money from his wallet and
said You’re a demanding broad.
poem by Terry Collett
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I felt very honored, and I knew that people would be watching very closely, and I felt it was very, very important that I do a good job.
quote by Sally Ride
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In the spirit of Rumi - 23
I asked My Beloved
How may I know the secret
of being a perfect Sufi,
insan al-kamil,
a perfect Friend of God?
My Beloved said
You will never in your life be sure;
and that is just how it should be;
that way, you will be safe in Me;
instead, seek always where My secret might be found:
as you walk, look closely at all of nature;
every flower, every tree, every lake, every cloud,
every bird, every animal;
look closely at them, to see
if they hold My secret;
as you walk down the street,
look into the eyes of each human being
to see if they know My secret in their heart;
listen to every sound and every word
in case My secret hides within them;
or in the scent of roses, or in the taste of food;
go to sleep with this question on your lips,
wake with this question in your mind;
and though you will never find the answer,
one day the question shall cease to be a question
and become the song which you have always known.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Sky
You are a kaleidoscopic drama
A gusty platform for celestial revelation
Dotted soars are your closest audience
Scudding clouds are the opening curtains
Roaring pour is your musical orchestra
Solar to lunar, shiny to Selene
Scenario, persona..astounding, incredible
Applause.
But..
Beyond your spherical width what?
Black nether yard of vast darkness
You've drawn your blinds over there
Sun is mindless to let even a speck
Departed souls are wandering aghast
Your nocturnal mischief is thundering in silence
From here you're a majestical roof
But why mystical, magical otherwise?
poem by Indira Renganathan
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