Though imaginary…
Equator is an imaginary line
Around which I build the geography.
Solar signs are imaginary divisions
Around which I build the astrology.
God is an imaginary figure
Around which I build the religion.
What, if your love of me is imaginary?
Let me write volumes about you and our love.
16.12.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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Real And Unreal...
in the imaginary garden
the real toads are croaking
in that imaginary room
a real person is
thinking
in that imaginary thought
some real things
are broken.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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Imaginary Diva
Late last night I had a dream
And it was then I seen her
She didnt need no diamond rings
Fancy cars, versace things to please her
Shes my perfect girl
And I call her my imaginary diva
Every girl she passes by
Just cant deny that they would love to be her
All the guys comparing sizes
Tucking shirts in, fixing ties to please her
Shes my perfect girl
Exclusive to my world
No you cant get her
Shes my imaginary diva
Shine on imaginary diva
Shine on into this world
Join us in our imagination
Help yourself believe in all you have heard
All you have to do is close your eyes
Forget real life and fantasies
Erase bad thoughts start to replace
Create your own amazing place
Shes a real time girl
In my imaginary world
Take a good look at her
Shes my imaginary diva
Shine on imaginary diva
Shine on into this world
Join us in our imagination
Help yourself believe in all you have heard
So listen up this so called classy ladys
Sipping fizz in vip bars
She could teach a thing or to
To you, your outfit, attitude and visa
Shes my imaginary diva
Shine on imaginary diva
Shine on into this world
Join us in our imagination
Help yourself believe in all you have heard
song performed by by Westlife
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Assic
An imaginary river,
An imaginary love,
White at the bottom and green at the top!
But this is like the muse of Assic my lover,
And this imagination came to me last night.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Soliloquy #3, On Imagination
so i may not be flushed out from the system
like any fecal matter
i comply with what you ask of me
i am now a flower
and behind me are blue clouds
and on my stalks
are leaves
no thorns, no worms
for you do not like them
now it is your time to love me and keep me
forever
you must pretend that you are not a worm
that you are not a relative of the thorn
now it is your time to become a bee
now you must buzz around this garden in our minds
now you must pollinate me
it is all in the imagination
imaginary bee imaginary flower
how perfect can our imaginary world become!
kiss me in my imagination
shape your thoughts like the lips of a lover
now all too hungry for my love
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Imaginary Dream (so Sweet Yet So Sad)
Into my life you came…unexpectedly
Deep into my heart you entered…unknowingly
In your arms I felt the warmth and comfort…tenderly
Blindly I begun to love you…gradually
You loved me back…predictably
Our life became but bliss…Spontaneously
Just like an imaginary dream so sweet yet so sad…truly
Together we enjoyed all life's joy…peacefully
Somehow we both knew we would be separated…inevitably
Until you left…finally
As time went by I waited for your return…patiently
With the promises you made I looked forward for your return…daily
But distance robbed me of you and your affection melted…suddenly
Little did I realize the wait was in vain…innocently
Our story became but an imaginary dream so sweet yet so sad…truly
At a snap of a finger I awoke to a beautiful nightmare!
Everything was but an imaginary dream, so sweet yet so sad…truly
Despite all this the love in my heart lives…unconditionally
Thus became but an imaginary dream…so sweet yet so sad eventually
poem by Claudia Nkhata
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Uncle Alvarez
Theres a portrait of uncle alvarez
Hangin in the hall
Nobody wants to look at it
But uncle alvarez sees us all
Oh, oh, oh, imaginary accomplishments
Hey, hey, hey, you visionary guy
You might even shake the hands of presidents
Better send a postcard and keep the family quiet
Hes not really a part cherokee indian
He didnt fight in the civil war
Hes just eugene isaac alvarez
We feel sorry for the wall
Oh, oh, oh, imaginary accomplishments
Hey, hey, hey, you visionary guy
You might even shake the hands of presidents
Youre gonna make em sorry when you die
And its a long way down
Youre hoping for a heart attack
Runnin around
Investing in this and that
And your beautiful wife keeps your life on a shelf for you
Safe in the bedroom
Where theres no dust or mildew
And its hard to believe you were once a beautiful dancer
Better just to shake it off
As you write your resume
Dont think of uncle alvarez
And the price he had to pay
Oh, oh, oh, imaginary accomplishments
Hey, hey, hey, you visionary guy
You might even shake the hands of presidents
Youre gonna make em sorry when you die
Oh, oh, oh, imaginary accomplishments
Hey, hey, hey, you visionary guy
You might even shake the hands of presidents
Better send some money to the alma mater
song performed by by Liz Phair
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Why Are You Not As I Found You?
My wait continues, for that elusive justice I seek-
Do you really care about the truth of which I speak?
What of the natural order, what about our amazing life?
Why do you want to continue with imaginary strife?
You can't invent something in your mind-
The attempt in vain to convince others of a crime!
Truth need matter to you more than false hate next time-
The conflict between your confused mind and fragile heart, need bind!
Alone are you now with your 'conviction',
Imaginary should not have been your depiction!
You are a grave disappointment to all around you,
Why are you not as I found you?
The choice is your's for the deciding,
It is on the side of love I hope you are siding!
Maurice Harris,5 May 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
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Imaginary Friend
I had an imaginary friend.
He came to me alone.
He smiled as though he knew me well
but to me he was unknown.
My father was upset with me.
My mom said 'Let her be.'
And so my friend who played with me,
no one else could see.
In my room I'd wait for him
and when he did appear
I asked him where he came from?
He told me very near.
I asked him what his name was?
He said 'You pick a name.'
I chose the name 'Invisible'
and then we played a game.
'Now you see me. Soon you won't
but don't you worry when you don't
'Cause imaginary friends don't ever last.
They leave and go away.
Just try and remember the fun we had
forever and a day.'
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Six Fifteen In The Evening
got to go
got a class at 6: 30
and it is a long drive
to the university
just read your poem
about this Adonis thing
and the dog barking the wrong tree
and the calming down of
a car travelling on a narrow pathway
which might hit a pole
and there might be trouble
please, poems have nothing
to do with our realities, but just
imaginary gardens with
imaginary toads in them.
gtg.. i will explain later.
there is no volcano erupting
it is just about the universal
angst of the universal man in his
universal brief.
nothing grows nothing dies
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring. Imaginary good is boring; real good is always new, marvelous, intoxicating.
quote by Simone Weil
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Superman
There won't be a long distance between us
No long journey transportation or any seas to cross
Only if I had superman's power
Quite imaginary, impossible but however
I would fly fast like superman do
In an instant I would there with you.
Complete our everyday's unsatisfied talking's
Enjoy, have fun and we would be rocking
Silently look at eachother for some time, then fly to sky
Make you laugh with naughty jokes then you would be shy
So much fun we would have, with power of superman
But it is just imaginary, really not possible, damn! !
The end
poem by Sushanta Rokka
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Imaginary Life
She would swim with the dolphins ,
In the sea,
In her dreams there is nothing she can't do or be,
She only wants to escape reality,
And for awhile she soars free,
Imaginary life,
sometime helps her escape,
The real world that surrounds her.
With her unknown fate,
She would soar the sky,
a butterfly,
A fairy tale princess,
who is saved,
By a knight in shining armor,
Making a cold lonely night seem warmer.
Than the morning comes,
and her dreams fade.
Reality awakens her in the sunrise,
Stealing her away from her imaginary life.
When she was a child,
Fairy tales had a happy ending,
And for awhile,
It was fun pretending,
But she learns to well,
Life is no fairy tale,
Sometime a princss never becomes a queen.
Only if she closes her eyes,
She can live her dream,
in a imaginary life,
Taking her away from reality,
She would swim with the dolphins in the sea.
poem by Judy Arline Puckett
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J-a-m-e-c-i-a
Joyful
Art
Marigold
Envy/ Enviable
Calm/ Tranquil
Illusion/imaginary
Asphodel
As i sit calm, tranquil and joyful envying the art of my illusion sensing it's concrete.
Imaginary to the thought but beautiful as the asphodels that is painted on.
The colors of the marigold warms the inside with this combustion feeling of illusion.
Art it is, which captivated the being of being eviable.
poem by Shameka Jones
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One day one of my little nephews came up to me and asked me if the equator was a real line that went around the Earth, or just an imaginary one. I had to laugh. Laugh and laugh. Because I didn't know, and I thought that maybe by laughing he would forget what he asked me.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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The Castle-Builder. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)
A gentle boy, with soft and silken locks,
A dreamy boy, with brown and tender eyes,
A castle-builder, with his wooden blocks,
And towers that touch imaginary skies.
A fearless rider on his father's knee,
An eager listener unto stories told
At the Round Table of the nursery,
Of heroes and adventures manifold.
There will be other towers for thee to build;
There will be other steeds for thee to ride;
There will be other legends, and all filled
With greater marvels and more glorified.
Build on, and make thy castles high and fair,
Rising and reaching upward to the skies;
Listen to voices in the upper air,
Nor lose thy simple faith in mysteries.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Imaginary Creatures
In this make believe world
imaginary creatures dangle from the trees
In a forest where emotions run free
For what they feel they never agree
It`s a future they will never see
In a forest with closed doors
The imaginary creature holds the key
To a future that will never be
So as i walk this forest of make believe
I search no more for what i see
It`s just creatures dangling from the trees
In a life that will be as they see
So i`ll just leave this forest be
And search no more for that key
poem by Joseph Whelan
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“Mathew” 6: 9-13
“our father in heaven”
(ode to the man who has children,
sitting around in an imaginary
place envied by other members
of the brainwashed)
“hallowed be your name”
(the sheep that baaaaa in unison
believe that there is a sound made
by all the simultaneous crying in
desperation which has then been
construed as a “name” then given
to the imaginary listener in said
imaginary place)
“your kingdom come”
(evidently, this wondrous trailer
park in the sky is something that is
supposed to be open to anyone sad
enough to submit their will to the pool
of simultaneous sheep baaaaa ing away
at the wall in hopes that the imaginary
listener in this imaginary place will
say something back)
“your will be done”
(those committed to baaaaa ing & to the
spread of this act of yelling to the sky in
hopes that said imaginary listener in said
imaginary trailer park will say something
back, wrote a lot of their babbling fiction
down & apparently there is where the aspiring
brainwashed can find the how to manual
for walking on four legs, growing a thick
coat of bustling hair & chewing grass)
“on earth as it is in heaven”
(and once you drink the kool aid, there is
no going back according to the sheep
gazing at the stars, baaaaa ing in unison
hoping for the trailer park in the sky
where they can continue to baaaaa
together, grow their coats together &
chew grass together obliviously)
“give us this day our daily bread”
(baaaaa ing loud enough at the sky is
supposed to bring 3 square meals back to
the sheep who have done so, because
after having created an imaginary listener
in an imaginary trailer park (there for the
explicit console of the private grievances of
said sheep baaaaa ing) , it is felt that not
only will it act as a sort of armchair
psychologist, but it will also provide
sustenance when said sheep cannot or
will not get it for themselves)
“and forgive us our debts”
(not only does a sheep get 3 squares a day
but it is also believed that if one begs the
sky enough, one’s problems will just
wash away this is to be the subsequent
consequence of ALL humans following
suit & getting down on four legs, growing
their thick coats & chewing grass)
“as we forgive our debtors”
(as the sheep thinking that their problems
are solved by an imaginary listener in
an imaginary trailer park in the sky
so do the sheep continue grazing with a
sort of “live and let live” mentality
until they are picked off by hunters)
“and do not lead us into temptation”
(so, the same imaginary listener who resides
in that imaginary trailer park, who seemed
to be the one that all the sheep were
comfortably baaaaa ing to, now is
something to be feared as well? perhaps
that which one feels the need to submit
the whole of their will to is the same
corrupted core inside that would come up
with such a ridiculous hoax to begin with
as found in the schizophrenic comment
here in the command to oneself (a baaaaa
into the mirror, if you will)
“but deliver us from the evil one”
(the EVIL ONE? is not the concept of
evil just that which goes against the
simultaneous baaaaa of the herd in the
grassy field? was not the GOOD ONE
just told in the last line to “not lead us
into temptation, ” thereby being the only
“one” which can do so? make sure when
getting the ladle of kool aid dumped into
your dixie cup, that you ask if said
dumper is EVIL or GOOD certainly at
that point it will make all the difference in
the world)
“for yours is the kingdom and the power
and the glory forever”
(there is no other imaginary listener, whose
two-faced multiple personalities, residing in
an imaginary trailer park in the sky, handing
out its ladles of kool aid, whose overwhelming
passion could be heard any louder than that
which dwells within the very heads of the
already brainwashed sheep baaaaa-ing out
the rest of their days, dissatisfied with the
actual physical world around them &
waiting for the end of what they deem as
a great big thorn in their side-that is,
the rest of us who are not convinced, and
who are not baaaaa ing with the rest of
em’)
“amen”
(right there, in a nutshell, the whole lie
itself was conjured up by “a man, ” or
a few men all who had way too much
time on their hands & a rather limited
imagination) .
poem by Andrew Delapruch
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Build A Fire (lenny Dee Remix)
Pulled up to rest, let the engine cool awhile.
Open the beans, gather wood for the fire.
I hum this tune, to all the girls I've known.
Should I care, about the chances I've blown?
Build a fire, they're gonna build a fire
Build a fire, they're gonna build a fire
They're gonna build a fire
They're gonna build a fire
When daylight breaks, I'll be down that road.
Rockman 'an me, with a lighter load.
We'll stop fo r lunch, in some taco bar.
Lee Marvin on the jukebox, 'Wanderin Star'.
Build a fire, they're gonna build a fire
Build a fire, they're gonna build a fire
song performed by by KLF
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