New York's Life
To view a bulletin board
You must sit on the floor,
With your back against the wall
Opposite of a mural...
Of mismatched articles
And read with the intent
Of taking note of things
Until you lose track
Of where 'such and such' was tacked...
You begin to ponder
At last month's artifacts,
The choice of apartments,
The schedule of events...
Maybe plan a trip
Somewhere you could have been,
If this weren't your destination
Until you begin to feel
Socially provoked,
Or guilt ridden because
You haven't said your prayers..
And the animals weren't saved
And you missed all the plays
There were all in the same day...
You could not get out of bed...
You sneer with contempt
For the personal services
Birth control-depression
Weight loss-meditation
Hung in cubist formation...
With tutors.
And concepts, too far away
To remember...
You might make a list
Of used junk for sale,
Old books-an old computer
Mentally hire a photographer
Or make someone an offer....
Write up a resume
That would save your
Compensating efforts,
For what you really lack
And that is the angle
To obtain your first mark...
COPY WRITE©2009
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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No Fear
What things would you do if you weren't afraid?
How differently would you live your life,
Supposing your ambitions weren't delayed
By your worries and consequential strife?
Think about whatever you could achieve
In discovering the moments around
You; allowing them to fasten and weave
Into a tapestry of time well-found.
Think of the experiences you could
Have, if only you would make them exist.
Imagine the concepts to be understood—
The concepts you would have otherwise missed.
Consider, for once, every regret
You would never even need to forget.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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That Spot....
this is a blank slate.
when i write some words on it
and you begin to read each
something really happens
though you do not know it
because you are too busy with
the reading of the word
either a part of me dies or lives
it depends on where you stop
and when
tomorrow i shall write again
you must learn where you stopped and
when.
it is that precise moment
that you make me begin to write again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Without Given Notice
Next time you remove something of mine at your liking.
Without given notice.
For it is my right as the author.
The reason behind the reasons.
Things do not just happen.
With a grievance I will make you aware of just how offended I am
I am not the son of sam.
My works are not evil in intent.
They are as I feel, as I am.
I say to you judges and juries
What gives you the right
Without given notice
Like a contract I feel it has been broken.
What has been under copy write has just been stolen.
I think not I own the original.
It in a note book and on my computer
So good luck and god bless.
I wish you the best
Without given notice.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Home Alone Distressed Without Working Computer
Home alone without a working computer
I am at a loss
Every few minutes I think to look something up
No Google No Wikipedia Nothing
I want to read my mail
No mail
No entertainments from YouTube either
Where is the joy of perpetually going
From one interesting link to another?
Above all I am lost without my documents
This is my system for work and I cannot write without it
Without my computer I wonder what to do with my time
I do not have patience for all the books on my table
I am used to achieving things
In smaller times and spaces
Without my computer
I cannot be myself
I am lost without it
My mind wanders helplessly toward fixing this one
Or immediately getting another –
Oh why can’t I make just one click
And have it all back?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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How Do You Write Poetry
There is a question I am often asked,
of which I have no answer for at all.
The question is a simple one,
how do you write poetry?
To be honest I haven’t got a clue.
With me the words just trickle out
one after the other,
if they rhyme that is great
and if they don’t, I just scratch my head.
I cannot tell anyone how to write,
for me it’s just a natural thing.
I write almost everything,
novels, short stories, poems and songs.
I have even written a couple of plays,
but that was a long, long time ago.
However to tell anyone how to write,
I would not know where to begin.
The answer I give to the question is simple;
write whatever you like good or bad.
It’s yours and be proud of it
no matter what anyone else has to say.
The more you write the better you will get.
However, the most important thing
that you should always remember and that is
that you write, write, and write!
9 November 2011
poem by David Harris
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Liberty
On my books and poetry,
On my desk and on the computer
On the sand and on the beach
I write your name
On all the pages I have read
On all the blank pages
Stone bloody shed or ash
I write your name
On my greedy, tender friends
On my comrades, beloved country,
On my clumsy hands
I write your name
On my health and wealth
On the risk which disappeared
On the hope without memory
I write your name
And by the power of one word
I begin a life again
I was born to know you
To name you.
Liberty
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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On Writing
unlike those who have already names
encrypted in royal tablets
i, this candid, good-for-nothing
scribbler
servant of the simple words,
direct from the heart
a knife of my mind
stabbing sleepy somethings
and someone Else's
hereby offer you the most straightforward request
that for you to be one of us
there is only one thing to do
think for yourself and write for yourself
and do the things you like to do with sincerity
you may read much
a roomful of books written by those who had been there
centuries ahead of us
but always take note
you are either more or less than them
perhaps in reality
much lesser and this will be a big
dismay
a retrogression
a depression for not being one with/of them
in tone and performance
they are expert acrobats in the theater of words
as you begin this journey finally
relax, be cool, as i am telling you,
begin from the heart
walk with the free and open mind
let your hands fall freely
beside your thighs and then step outside the door
take that walk casually
as though you are heading for nowhere
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Daddy Why?
Daddy why did you leave Mommy before I was born?
Daddy why weren't you there for my birth?
Daddy why did you divorce Mommy when I was only five months old?
Daddy why did you day those mean things about Mommy?
Daddy why weren't you there for my first birthday?
Daddy why weren't you there when I took my first step?
Daddy why weren't you there when I got hurt?
Daddy why weren't you there when I became a teenager?
Daddy you're not going to be there when I turn 16.
Daddy you're not going to be there when I graduate from high school.
Daddy you're not going to be there when I get married.
Daddy you're not going to be there when I have children of my own.
Daddy you're NEVER going to be here.
Daddy you had a choice.
Daddy I chose too.
Daddy I NEVER WANT TO BE LIKE YOU!
poem by Emily Gucciardo
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About A Good Thing Missed
When you begin to reminisce,
About a good thing missed.
Remember this...
Your memories of it,
May now be declared...
By someone else who condones,
What you believed was yours alone.
And...
What you 'thought' was yours to own.
But not cherished as it currently is!
In a relationship you weren't willing to give.
When you begin to reminisce,
About a good thing missed.
Remember this...
No one sits in wishful thinking,
For too long.
Not when the clock is ticking.
And tired games are overplayed.
Those who hide for another to seek...
May never be sought to be found,
By the one who tired of just being around.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Depression Makes Me
Depression makes me feel pain, Depression makes me stupid, Depression makes me feel low, Depression makes me mad, Depression make me sad, Depression makes me forget the world, Depression makes me tensed, Depression makes me lose self control, Depression makes me hate everyone, Depression makes me think over and over, Depression makes me feel lonely, Depression makes me think wild, Depression makes me worthless, Depression makes me sick, what does depression give me? when it runs high- it will make me die-rest in peace..
poem by Nathaniel Hayes
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It's Not Easy Being The Love Poet
'The Love Poet' that's what they call me
I admit it's flattering being the one and only
Other poets write love poems I will concede
But none with the emotion of mine, none indeed
But being the love poet has it's price
Everyone expects my work to be happy, be nice
If I ever feel lousy I can't write it down
Because reading it might cause the audience to frown
I'm not always Happy Harry I will admit
Every now and the, I really feel like shit
Depression a remnant of the life I left behind
Has found me again and has it's grip on my mind
But sad or not, I've a reputation to uphold
I write poetry that's warm and not cold
Push depression aside begin a new love poem
2nd draft I write on my way home
Every now and then, I will read a sad one
Which leads to another, what have I begun?
I want to make people smile not cry
And here I am reading qbout how I want to die
Even love poets have their bad days
Finding out today was the end of always
Without her, love poems just don't seem right
Neighbors hear you crying, long into the night
poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr
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Other way
Is it so wrong to want things the other way around?
Upside down turned around different to how they are found,
If things weren't as they are what harm could it ever do,
If things weren't as is those opposed would be far and few,
Is it so wrong to want things in a way variant,
At deviance, some way amended, and discrepant,
If things weren't as is the change would have been overdue,
If things weren't as they are those opposed would change their view.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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Burning Love
'If you touch the flame you're gonna get burnt
And when you're deep in love, you'll wish you weren't.'
She's beautiful, she's oh so fine
And I really wish I could make her mine,
But the pain's too great and the tears begin,
I'd die for her, that's the mess I'm in.
I'd do anything to make her smile
And be in her good books just for a while.
Her gentle words both soothe and thrill
And the longing for her is just making me ill,
If I ever saw her go with another guy
My heart would break and I know I'd die.
You know that I want to be her slave
And I'd even follow her into the grave,
I'd do it all for less than a kiss,
Can you really believe it has come to this?
'If you touch the flame you're gonna get burnt
And when you're deep in love you'll wish you weren't.'
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Be With You Awhile
I wish I could tell you something you didn't know
I wish I could give you something you didn't owe
I wish I could tell you a joke to make you smile
And I could be with you awhile
Just wanna be that someone you weren't looking for
Some nameless fascination that showed up at your door
And when you're sad and blue my jokes still make you smile
And I could be with you awhile
I just want to take you somewhere you haven't been
Find an old time movie where we don't know the end
Lost in the radio, drive another mile
So I could be with you awhile
Just wanna be that someone you weren't looking for
Some nameless fascination that showed up at your door
And when you're sad and blue my jokes still make you smile
And I could be with you awhile
Tired of serious conversation
Tangled up in situations
I feel so free 'cause you want nothing from me
Just wanna be that someone you weren't looking for
Some hopeless vagabond asleep there on your floor
And when you're old and gray my jokes still make you smile
And I could be with you awhile
Just wanna be that someone you weren't looking for
Some nameless fascination that showed up at your door
And when you're old and gray my jokes still make you smile
And I could be with you awhile
I just want to be with you awhile
I just want to be with you awhile
I just want to be with you...
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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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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Depression Makes Me
depression makes me feel pain
depression makes me stupid
depression makes me feel low
depression makes me mad
depression makes me sad
depression makes me forget the world
depression makes me tensed
depression makes me lose self control
depression makes me hate everyone
depression makes me think over and over
depression makes me feel lonely
depression makes me think wild
depression makes me worthless
depression makes me sick
what does depression give me?
when it runs high…
it will make me die - rest in peace…
poem by Tashi Coote
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DEPRESSION Makes me.......
Depression makes me feel pain
Depression makes me stupid
Depression makes me feel low
Depression makes me mad
Depression makes me sad
Depression makes me forget world
Depression makes me tensed
Depression makes me lose self control
Depression makes me hate everyone
Depression makes me think over and over
Depression makes me feel lonely
Depression makes me think wild
Depression makes me worthless
Depression makes me sick
What does Depression give me?
When it runs high…
It will make me Die - REST IN PEACE…
poem by Annie Juliet
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Sonnet For Homework
Okay, sonnet for homework.
I'm in the library, ready to write.
My notebook thick, pen poised to write on it.
My mind open, ready to get it right.
My view? The sky and billowing white clouds,
Tip of trees languidly blowing in the breeze.
I cherish the quiet, the lask of crowds
But the outdoor view is merely a tease.
Surrounded by stacks of books here I sit.
Slight noises of people, paper and books.
A constant motor's hum and bit by bit
I write this poem, concerned with how it looks.
Does it make sense, read well, and does it scan?
Or instead, perhaps some trash for the can?
poem by Caitlin losa
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Write Me
Aerosmith
Write Me
Well I've been away forever, suicide's crossin' my mind,
But I'll never never never never never get so far behind.
I said, the ways of the night are evil with eyes that love the day,
but I'll never never never never never get so far away.
I said write me, write me, write me.
I said write me, write me, write me.
Well there's nothin' I can see that'd ever make
me want to be without her she's good, she's good to me.
Said there's no way to explain the kind of feeling
that you get out in the rain she's good, she's good to me.
See this emptiness inside it makes me scream
it make me crawl out of my high, she's good, she's good to me.
I love her.
Write me a letter, write me a letter, write it today, I'm goin' away.
Well I've been away forever, suicide's crossin' my mind,
But I'll never never never never never get so far behind.
Well I've been so many places hidin' from the wind and the rain,
But you could write me a letter for to save me from a goin' insane.
I said write me, write, write, write me.
Write me, write, write, write me.
Write me, write, write, write.
I said write me, write, write, write me.
Write me, write, write, write me.
Don't write me baby.
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Kiss me goodbye
One kiss,
One note,
It all ends today,
You and me weren't right began with,
You and me never talk,
Just kiss me goodbye cause I am out that door,
I won't take you back,
It too little too late for your sorry's,
I can't bare to stand there watch you pass by,
Its my turn to end this once and for all,
You make me worry about,
Wondering why haven't you called nor write nor text me,
Kiss me goodbye,
Cause I am no longer your girl,
I belong to the one I love,
Your kiss was poisoness,
That kiss made me want you,
But now things changed,
You and me are through,
Tough luck for you to find another girl like me,
So just kiss me goodbye and let me be free to be with the one I love.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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