Betrayal
Can I offer a magnifying glass,
Or does a mirror suffice?
To scrutinize my insides
I will provide you with a knife...
I transport your artistic energies,
What compensation to me?
To be used as an instrument
Of consequent loyalty...
What allowance of proprietorship
Granted you possession
Of my equilibrium
For some other expression?
Captured as a source for your invention
I am helpless game of your play
Existing in frailty
Guards against such display...
It is bitter to swallow deception,
A method I can't accept
Being used as an exhibit
You installed with disrespect...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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A Simple Fact
The future speeds ahead of me
Somehow of my making
A distance venturing
Into unsettled territory...
A highway with a clear direction
Takes me further along
A route without boundary
To a place of compensation...
And I realize years ago
It was the same struggle
The need for expression
Was the reason behind the goal...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Scrutinize
Scrutinize it.
Don't accept anything to force a fit.
Just scrutinize it.
Scrutinize.
Scrutinize it.
Don't accept anything to force a fit.
Just scrutinize it.
Scrutinize.
Open up those eyes.
Scrutinize.
Don't leave to beliefs.
Scrutinize.
To accept and keep.
Scrutinize.
What you can't reach with your two feet.
Open up those eyes.
Scrutinize.
Don't leave to beliefs.
Scrutinize.
To accept and keep.
Scrutinize.
What you can't reach with your two feet.
To examine, rid or receive.
Scrutinize it.
Scrutinize!
Don't accept anything to force a fit.
Just scrutinize it.
Scrutinize!
Scrutinize it.
Let them go to whoop!
Or holler in a group.
You scrutinize.
With open eyes.
Let them go to whoop!
Or holler in a group.
You scrutinize.
With open eyes.
You scrutinize!
Don't accept anything to force a fit.
Just scrutinize it.
Scrutinize.
Scrutinize it.
Don't accept anything to force a fit.
Just scrutinize it.
Scrutinize.
Open up those eyes.
Scrutinize.
Don't leave to beliefs.
Scrutinize.
To accept and keep.
Scrutinize.
What you can not reach,
With your own two feet.
To examine,
Rid...
Or receive.
Don't criticize!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The music is a personal expression, like art. It is something that you like doing that comes from within, and is an expression that comes from God. That is why artists are beautiful and why people who copy are not really artistic.
quote by Michael Schenker
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Reasons
There must be reasons
Why the eyes linger
One picture over
Another...
What then is captured
By instinct allured
A stroke of wonder
Remember-?
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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The Mirror Struggled
The mirror struggled; reflecting beauty such as hers
Prescribed a glory in the challenge – a fairytale
Or such as like! To shimmer back hypnotic hues
From auras of her skin – how do mirrors cope?
Hoary tales of pretty adolescent buds
Could never hope to match the tomes of dreamy
Pulchritude apprising us of such a belle as she.
The mirror shone; and as it worked itself, a moment –
Did it overlook the hidden melancholy?
Were melting eyes bedewed–? Florid lips imbued
With mournfulness? The hindrance of the silver glass!
Oh! to seek – to know the meaning of the sorrow!
She (with tearful hair, an image out of heaven)
Never opened up her heart. The mirror struggled.
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Which is preferable?
Law has no allowance for ignorance.
Discipline has no room for mercy.
Perfection has no hole for tolerance.
Loyalty has no place for honesty.
Which groups does the God prefer?
11.06.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Game Over
Game over.
Your request for an additional overtime,
To play...
Will not be granted.
Your insistence that your opponent,
Has weaknesses you have capabilities to defeat...
Needs nore evidence,
Than those strategies used...
Produced to see you the one getting beat.
Huddling with neighbors and friends...
As well as family members,
Who have expressed their doubts...
Knowing your preference to embellish,
Have already signalled...
They believe you undeserving of more time outs.
Game over.
Your request for an additional overtime,
To play...
Will not be granted.
Your tactics to delay your removal from the field,
Only yields to your embarrassment...
And yet you wish to keep your deceit concealed.
Game over.
Your request for an additional overtime,
To play...
Will not be granted.
Your GAME...
Is OVER!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The only line that's wrong in Shakespeare is 'holding a mirror up to nature.' You hold a magnifying glass up to nature. As an actor you just enlarge it enough so that your audience can identify with the situation. If it were a mirror, we would have no art.
quote by Montgomery Clift
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The Flea
Under a magnifying glass I observed an extraordinary flea,
it was dressed as a lumberjack, chopping down a tree.
It got into a rhythm and many trees were felled with its axe,
at dusk it’s day was over, and made it’s way down the track.
I followed it through the forest with my magnifying glass,
it came to a cottage, got out the mower and cut the grass.
When it had finished it went inside and turned on the light,
at ten the light went out and someone said, “Goodnight.”
poem by Orlando Belo
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She's Out Of My Life
She's out of my life
She's out of my life
And I don't know whether to laugh or cry
I don't know whether to live or die
And it cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
To think for two years she was here
And I took her for granted I was so cavalier
Now the way that it stands
She's out of my hands
So I've learned that love's not possession
And I've learned that love won't wait
Now I've learned that love needs expression
But I learned too late
She's out of my life
She's out of my life
Damned indecision and cursed pride
Kept my love for her locked deep inside
And it cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
song performed by by Michael Jackson from Off The Wall
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Artistic
Artistic
It's artistic
Grace in your movement
Is artistic.
Artistic
It's artistic
Sweetness in your voice
Is artistic.
Artistic
It's artistic
Gleam in your eye
Is artistic.
I'm filled with inspiration
In my dormant artistic pursuit...
With brush in hand
I'll paint your every move
With hidden treasure of words
I'll weave poems of what you say
And I'll move as you command
By the gleam of your eye.
poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
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I'm Goona Copy
I’m surely gonna copy,
Be it poem, DVD or floppy,
And win Nobel Prize and trophy.
I will copy poets all
Whether they are big or small
Ya! No one can make me stop
Till I scale a fame’s highest top.
At the beginning of age
When God made men in his own image
He started this “Plagiarist” trend
Which I am not gonna end.
And what is creativity?
If not an ability to hide
a source of theft
with impunity.
When there is nothing
original under the sun,
Why should I copy not
and deprive myself of fun.
So I’ll copy them word by word
be they Pablo, Shakespeare or Wordsworth.
I’ll copy them from morn to evening
And would excel HITESH and Kipling.
Can you prove, they were not plagiarist,
And had not copy from some poet’s list.
You can inform FBI, KGB or CIA,
But I won’t stop my wanton ways.
And I will copy without shame,
Till I earn big name and fame.
I will copy till people start copying me,
And then and then only I will
give up this vice with glee.: -)
(This poem is a sequel to poem, “hay all you people that like to copy” written by Melissa Schreuder)
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
19/05/2009
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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A Love's Game
Once you were the moon
And I was the sun,
I was a gardener
And you a beautiful rose...
You were the diamond
And I was the ring...
Two bodies, one soul
Great moments we shared
And I still recall...
The time we spent together
Was not a waste of time at all...
For one reason or another,
Love became a game,
Strategies were not exchanged
Since it was just your game
You tried to drive me insane
But little did you know
Things drastically have changed
For, I am far from being the same...
Now, we are heading some where
But not on the same lane...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Defense mechanism
Pain has been installed.
Fear has been installed.
Anger has been installed.
Tear has been installed
Keep them for your defense.
03.06.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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No Real Experience
You keep saying what you are not.
And all I want,
Is to get to know who it is I believe I see.
Unless you are telling me...
What you display is a performance,
Mixed with some technique...
But no real experience to feel qualified,
With a motivation you think I might provide.
And I am in no position to teach,
Or block with directions...
Nor provide your activities with introspection.
But you still want me to accept you,
Centerstage!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Powerless Am I To Resist
Powerless am I to resist, enraptured in your gaze-
With you, a search has ended, lasting all of my days!
Alas, now the birds sing a more melodious tune;
Your charms, your beauty-so compelling, naught is immune!
The sun fires now more brilliantly, more still tomorrow:
A simple smile proffered- suffice to wipe away any sorrow!
Flowers bloom more beauteous, smiles appear everlasting:
Each and all- causal to the glory you are casting!
Consequent to your essence, all is more beautificent,
Austere is made compound, simple becomes magnificent!
Desiccate too, enigmatically transmutes to alacritous-
The mundanity of every day becomes too affectuous!
Obliged am I to you for all that you do offer;
All the love in my fragile heart, to you, I do proffer!
Maurice Harris,24 March 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
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Mirror Mirror on the Wall (A Knife on the Back)
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who’s the strangest of all?
Lost your soul in this idol cage
A knife on the back
No magic potions there to save you
Look yourself in the eye
Fall down on your knees
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who’s the cunniest of all?
Is it any wonder you’re mean
A knife on the back
No prayers there to save you
Confess your regrets
Stand up and laugh……
Mirror mirror on the wall
Is it me you’re lookin’ for?
Catch me in the avalanche of shadows
A knife on the back
No light to lit your darkness
Seven years of anomaly
Throw a stone and let it break
poem by Roger Bewman
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Inner Need
I had something strange happen to me.
Someone asked for a copy of my Easter sermon.
They said the words I spoke
made such of an impression on them.
They asked if they could have
a copy of it to keep.
Of course, I said it was no problem.
Sometimes we as writers
write things we cannot see,
that fill someone else’s world
with some inner need.
The words we write bring them something
we may have never thought about.
They bring some peace of mind
that they had been searching for.
They feel our words
are so relevant to them
that they have this need
to read those words
over and over again.
2 May 2009
poem by David Harris
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Not New Find
I often regret my being so
I decided to let bad habit go
Not to look at others faults
And not to try any tricks and offer jolts
It is not possible if you are having no means
People may try to influence you and win
They will make you to fall in their lines
Make akin to their liking and designs
I won’t buy arguments in favor
If you speak truth the relation will sour
You may pay penalty for being true
But truly speaking you got to be little untrue too
Each day may not be favorable
You may find it full of troubles
Some way has to be worked out
If not you may face worst route
You can read those fake lines
You need not choose any particular lines
The opponent knows what your aim is
It will be then his counter move to fix
Such is game in real life
It is rally an sharp age of cutting knife
You can’t take anybody for granted
You got to maintain friendship even if unwanted
No one may miss single chance
They will be in hurry to avail it at once
But one thing is set in everybody’s mind
The treachery, deception and other things are not new find
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Shes Out Of My Life
Written & composed by tom bahler.
1st verse
Shes out of my life
Shes out of my life
And I dont know whether to laugh or cry
I dont know whether to live or die
And it cuts like a knife
Shes out of my life
2nd verse
Its out of my hands
Its out of my hands
To think for two years she was here
And I took her for granted I was so cavalier
Now the way that it stands
Shes out of my hands
Bridge
So Ive learned that loves not possession
And Ive learned that love wont wait
Now Ive learned that love needs expression
But I learned too late
3rd verse
Shes out of my life
Shes out of my life
Damned indecision and cursed pride
Kept my love for her locked deep inside
And it cuts like a knife
Shes out of my life
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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