Guest In The Guinness-known Tallest
@ Burj Khalifa
At first you were for me
the photo landmark of
how far to where I have been
You were the most amazing
man - made creation so far
that I have ever seen
Your glass-framed wall
untouchable as the azure sky
so impossible to get at by
for the less fortunate passers-by
You were dwarfing me then
upon gazing at your
unreachable aspire
But your ' untouchable ' sense
had been subsided
when you let me in beyond expectation
but through fate of rekindling
my self-abandoned passion-
in pushing the pen to make you think.......
The once astonishing structure
now is but a mere building
with height advantage lording over the rest
I never thought you would welcome me
and you have such awe-inspiring
hidden warmth hospitality
that couldn't be captured even thru
high-end digitally zoomed eye;
eventually, you have been extending my home and
pretty soon, you will be my wife my son comfort zone
still I ask,
who am I to be a guest
in the world known as the tallest?
poem by Rommelmarkmarchan Best Poems
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The Untouchable
Long ago
a
silhouette
was
planted
in my
minds
eye.
a face
so
vague
untouchable.
time went
by,
features
emerged
holding
as a
precious
gem
untouchable.
being
tucked away
to a
secret
place.
not to
be
revealed
so
untouchable.
now in
the distance
you
stand
with
a tear
in your
eye.
perhaps
waiting
in
the
balcony
yet
still
so
untouchable.
poem by Heather Burns
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Unlovable
Are my lips unkissable?
Are my eyes unlookable?
Is my skin untouchable?
Am I unlovable?
Cynical, jaded, faithless, disappointed, disillusioned, used
If I could take back all my sweat, my tears, my sex, my joy I would
My time, my love, my effort, passion, dedication
In case of mistaken identity I gave these things to you
If I sound angry, bitter, sad, infatuated, it's the truth
Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, just a few
Stages of acceptance that it's really over
It's just so complicated and I'm stupid for believing in you
You make me feel like my father never loved me
You make me feel like the act of love is empty
Am I so unlovable?
Is my skin untouchable?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you don't like?
I had your back, I held you up, I told you you were good enough
It was not reciprocated, you kept affection and yourself apart
You fed your love to me like crumbs to pigeons in the park
Sometimes I think you're satisfied to see me begging like a dog
I wasn't armoured, you were king, I gave my everything
Because sometimes you showed me just a hint of you and then
For just a moment I romanticised the notion
I can take away the torment, I can love you like they never did
You make me feel like my father never loved me (you never loved me)
You make me feel like the act of love is empty (I felt so empty)
Am I so unlovable?
Is my skin untouchable?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you don't like?
You make me feel like my mother, she abandoned me (you abandoned me)
You make me feel like the act of love is empty (I felt so empty)
Am I so unlovable?
Is my heart unbreakable?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you despise?
Are my lips unkissable?
Are my eyes unlookable?
Is my sex undoable?
Am I unlovable?
Are my words unlistenable?
Are my hands untouchable?
Am I undesirable?
Am I unlovable?
You make me feel like my father never loved me
You make me feel like the act of love is empty
Am I so unlovable?
Is my skin untouchable?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you don't like?
You make me feel like my father never loved me (you never loved me)
You make me feel like the act of love is empty (I felt so empty)
Am I so unlovable?
Is my skin untouchable?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you don't like?
You make me feel like my mother, she abandoned me (you abandoned me)
You make me feel like the act of love is empty (I felt so empty)
Am I so unlovable?
Is my heart unbreakable?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you despise?
You make me feel like my father never loved me (you never loved me)
You make me feel like my mother, she abandoned me (you abandoned me)
You make me feel like my father never loved me (you never loved me)
You make me feel like my mother, she abandoned me (you abandoned me)
song performed by by Darren Hayes
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Untouchable
Shes not just another pretty face in a magazine
This girl is real - shes every schoolboys dream
She fills my fantasies, my eyes and my ears
But every time I try to touch her - she dissappears
Oh oh oh oh oh shes untouchable
Oh oh oh oh oh untouchable delight
Oh oh oh oh oh shes untouchable
Oh oh oh oh oh shes outta- sight
In my mind Im always with her - moans and sighs
I touch her full red lips - her silken thighs
We meet in the city, she begs, please take me home
But when I wake up in a cold sweat: Im all alone
song performed by by Falco
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The Comfort Zone
Where do we go
When theres a need to be loved
Like you need to be loved
Oh, Ill let you know
Just what to do and where to go
Hey welcome to the comfort zone
When you need to be loved like you need to be loved
Welcome to the comfort zone
Do whatever feels right and turns you on
After a hard days work
Theres one thing to be certain of
This ol familiar love
Its not unusual to find that its sensual
Its all you need to let go
Theres no need to try
Or compromise
Or settle for another outside of my love
The thing to do
When you get through
Heed the message seek the comfort of my zone
Hey welcome to the comfort zone
When you need to be loved like you need to be loved
Welcome to the comfort zone
Do whatever feels right and turns you on
Hey let me make you comfortable
Let me take control
And give your mind a break from the day you made
Lets turn the lights down low
And oh the rest you know
Ill be here for you
cause you just stepped into the comfort zone
Written by kipper jones & reggie stewart
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Cuz You're Gone
You whispered in my mouth
And I spit you words right back
How good do you think I'll look
When the words start to break and crack
You beat your head upon your wall
You disconnect yourself from it all
'Cause you know that you're so beautiful and so untouchable
And I want to get in so bad and I don't know how
No I don't know how
Cuz you're gone and you ain't coming back
Yeah you're gone and you ain't coming back
You held your hand so close
And I just can't push you away
I wished you could be my girl
But you're stuck in your a grown-up world
You beat your head upon your wall
You disconnect yourself from it all
Cause you know that you're so beautiful and so untouchable
And I want to get in so bad
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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The Art of Passion | Art in a Poem / Lyrics
Passion is no fashion it’s an art
You and I got to have a heart to heart
A secret from me through the whispers
All you got to do is observe
Put feet to your dreams and send them walking
Stuff worries in a sack and send them packing
Turn your mind on and get to thinking
What are you doing with the word living
Put stubborn on your side and win him over
Make him invisible put him on your shoulder
Paint a picture in your mind don’t leave any colors behind
It’s the road you got to take, make no mistake
You’ll be unstoppable, untouchable,
Something that’s unbreakable
Fashionable, beautiful
Something that’s inflammable
Give it your own signature,
Customize your path
Leave your mark, your design
Never leaving passion lonely or behind
And remember passion is no fashion it’s an art
No one stands in the way of heart
Show the world what you’ve got
All it takes is a stubborn spark
You’ll be unstoppable, untouchable,
Something that’s unbreakable
Fashionable, beautiful
Something that’s inflammable
Freedom to surrender to all your dreams
Cause passion in no fashion it an art
poem by Life in a Poem
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One Untouchable
I thought I had...
Been untouchable.
And then you came...
With a touch,
That got inside of me.
I thought I'd come,
To leave alone...
But meeting you,
Came to change...
So much those possibilities.
And maybe if you knew,
What it felt to feel denied...
You'd know what's been there,
Deep inside...
Trying to quiet those sighs I hide.
You don't know what it's like...
To be the one untouchable.
No!
If you knew what that's like...
You would touch me,
All the time.
Knowing what it is I wish.
And knowing what is wished I miss...
You could replenish.
And more.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The nearest are most hated
Eagles and owls,
Monkeys, pigs and donkeys,
All untouchable to us, live
In their places unthreatened.
You are not to decimate them.
Why do you want to decimate
Your own race held by you
As the untouchable or unacceptable?
13.08.2000, Madras
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Worship Erected Temples Cathedrals Mosques
in worship we aspire to please God
in offerings we aspire to please God
in buildings we aspire to please God
in sanctified creation songs sculptures
paintings plays poetry we aspire desires
felt dedicated to God by faithful devotes
worship erected temples cathedrals mosques
history abounds in massive building faith
building faith erected to honour God
transition in building worship utilization
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Reflection Through World-Breaking Tower
@Burj Khalifa
seen thru its tainted glass thick wall at 48th floor:
the panoramic gulf of Persia
engulfing the breeze from tension neo-political Hermuz Strait;
the magnificent 7-star Burj Al Arab
glittering at the far-flung left shore;
the man-made world map islets,
the Palm, the Atlantis seem all touchable on my finger tips;
the dancing fountains beneath my feet
now taking at rest;
the not-so-rare Lamborghini swerving at the round about
of course by the many have-mores locals;
and the Camry taxi swirled by the desert dust
ready to fetch up the not so have-nots residents;
the sprouting superb malls around the cosmopolitan
haven for all expats mall rats:
the construction cranes, just reborn, alive and lifting!
round the clock moving a sign for just economic recovery
from shark loans, debt beds, credit card's tentacles
again alluring for those lucrative-craving business gamblers
but for those few meager overseas workers
these are all but the same
' same, same but different'' as overused colloquial language,
the same as the eye-sore bold ads
' TO LET ', for rent, free DEWA on numerous tenant-hunting buildings
but still empty and yet unoccupied and dilapidated..............
empty as the hopeful pockets of the few 3rd world laborers
whose monthly outcry:
' too much long time salary, my friend '
poem by Rommelmarkmarchan Best Poems
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Still Human
Maybe I’m fierce and cold
Maybe I’m strong and powerful
Maybe I do something unforgivable
Maybe I act like I don’t have a heart
But I’m still human from many sides
Maybe I’m cynical to the world
Maybe I’m drowned in boredom
Maybe I live so much hypocrite lies
Maybe I want to end this existence
But I’m still human for many reasons
Maybe I’m worthless creature
Maybe I’m spoiled little rich child
Maybe I’m stubborn more than a stone
Maybe I’m an arrogant manipulative bastard
But I’m still human by many loves
Maybe I’m broken in thousand pieces
Maybe I rule my own world
Maybe I lost sense of sanity
Maybe I’m untouchable monster
But I’m still human in many parts
Maybe I don’t have any sweet memories
Maybe I never care anyone else
Maybe I wait something unreachable
Maybe I sacrifice all you ever know
But I’m still human till many moments
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Not This Time
The look on her face
When I start to head her way
The voices and laughter
Of me and them
I just wish I could
Just run run away
I so much wanna leave
Nothing left here
For me
If I graduate
I’ll stand up there
By myself looking like
A fool
No one to be happy
For me
What can I do to make everything stop
I got no one to stand up for me
Besides me
Why do I have to suffer all by myself
This makes me by myself
There is many things I can do
To end it all
But the many things all involve
Harming myself
My decisions will only make everything worse
I wish everything would end
Even myself
But I am not going to allow them to win
Not this time
For once I’m going to win
Not them
They can’t break me down
They can’t harm me
Not this time
I’m like a skyscraper
I’m unreachable
Untouchable, no scratches or scars
Can reach me
Not unless I allow it too
But I am not allowing it this time
No not this time
Don’t allow them to hurt you
You are stronger
Keep your head up high
Not this time
poem by Katelin Offord Harper
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You.
You are the image of the World.
Your eyes are like two light houses
On the opposite poles.
Your nose, the tallest tower
sniffs all sort of air.
Your thin lips, the Equator
Your ears, which catch every secret murmur.
You are running around the Sun forever.
You are genius and untouchable
Oh! I am only a faded number
in your heart-calendar.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Courage in the Glass
Courage in the Glass
Outside the bottle it's scary, thwarting all I aspire
Inside it's blurry liquid courage is what I desire
Touching my lips with the first sip makes me smile
For now I know where it will end in a short while
The moment I feel the warmth sliding down my throat
Oh it is so gloriously deliciously hidden in my waistcoat
With that first sip everything seems so clear
It knows just how to vanquish all my fears
Walking will be impossible but the world is at my feet
Who cares I am strong now my life it's so complete
Today, I'll show them all, I won't be thought of as a loser
I watch them snicker for in secret they all call me a boozer
The warmth I feel I know is wrong, I know it is not right
I also know that it will pass I'll show them all this night
I close my eyes free falling to a brand new level of desire
As my brain seeks the courage that all around me admire
The phone is ringing is it for me? I barely know my name
I must decide do I sit or stand? my mind is all aflame
I guess I should stop doing this in a moment it will pass
Oh the silence is so beautiful just give me one more glass
Jim 1961
poem by James Casey
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The Tug Of All Things
There is a pressing voice
in the back of my mind
and when it senses silence
it emerges
and always asks me the questions
that have answers which I would rather not confess.
'Are you lonely? '
Yes.
'Do you love only for the sake of loving? '
Yes.
I live in the past
because the future frightens me.
The past is real,
It is concrete in my memory
and the future is a cloud
I know it is beyond me
but it is untouchable.
Intangible.
Unreliable.
It cannot carry me
so I lay in the arms
of what has already been
because what will be
dances itself silly
in a reality
that is so far from me.
The clouds of the future
sometimes rest with the big glowing ball in the sky.
The sun has always been our audience.
It bares witness to so much
of our romance.
Proudly beaming down with all of its warmth
even with a slight sense of pity
because it knows
just how cold
this world can be.
poem by Vanessa Grixti
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Infectious As A Disease
A product of their own precise agendas,
And priorities they have put into place.
Any mention of their erroneous ways,
Or brushed aside mistakes...
Activates quicker steps of them moving forward.
Excusing every step they make!
Correcting their misdeeds,
Or self reflecting with apologies leave...
They believe themselves untouchable.
And,
Those wishing not to have anything,
To do with them at all...
Agree.
They are untouchable!
In fact...
As infectious as a disease,
Many realize as one disease not needed.
Knowing...
As many have come to learn,
People like this...
Will not be spotted in the corners,
Championing anyone's happiness...
If not their own!
All you will hear from these folks,
Moans and groans as if they were achievements.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Torn Picture
I found it in my box today,
A photo that I tucked away.
It had a pretty smiling face
In another even happier place.
It use to sit upon my desk
It got me through the worst, into the best
If I couldn't smile that day at all
I just took a glimpse of the photo, and feel the walls
Fall away, fall into dust beneath my feet-
Where earth and man doth meet.
That was till the dark clouds came,
When I found that people often change.
That those we trust oft are our enemy.
When those who chain us, once set us free.
In the midst of the storm, the photo stood,
Daring questions of whoever would.
The symbol of eternal hope,
Something on which I could grab hold.
But hope without help, eventually dies,
And the photo was tucked away with all my files.
One by one, the pictures of you were ripped up
Till there was none of you to remind me of.
But this one photo, hidden away amidst other mail
The one last tangible memory of a fairytale.
Twas today I took hold of its corners,
And watched it tear, till your face was just a blur.
Goodbye to all your lies-
The mask behind which you hide.
Watch the shredded pieces fall in the bin,
Watching as a new life begins.
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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The Temple - What Makes It Of Worth
You may delve down to rock for your foundation piers,
You may go with your steel to the sky
You may purchase the best of the thought of the years,
And the finest of workmanship buy.
You may line with the rarest of marble each hall,
And with gold you may tint it; but then
It is only a building if it, after all,
Isn't filled with the spirit of men.
You may put up a structure of brick and of stone,
Such as never was put up before;
Place there the costliest woods that are grown,
And carve every pillar and door.
You may fill it with splendors of quarry and mine,
With the glories of brush and of pen —
But it's only a building, though ever so fine,
If it hasn't the spirit of men.
You may build such structure that lightning can't harm,
Or one that an earthquake can't raze;
You may build it of granite, and boast that its charm
Shall last to the end of all days.
But you might as well never have builded at all,
Never cleared off the bog and the fen,
If, after it's finished, its sheltering wall
Doesn't stand for the spirit of men.
For it isn't the marble, nor is it the stone
Nor is it the columns of steel,
By which is the worth of an edifice known;
But it's something that's living and real.
poem by Edgar Albert Guest
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zz 113 Fate is the backwash
Fate is the backwash or the headtide slop,
the rip of someone else’s harsh restriction.
Fate can no more bend than the will stop.
Fate unwelcome and unwilled is fiction.
Impossible as that the world is wrong,
or that creation circles in a doubt.
Our lovers, if they seem to be so strong
as to defy the elements without,
rather combine their wills to make new fate.
For instance, we’re aground and yet a redwood
can push apart (not even excavate)
a canyon in us where we thought we stood,
until our heads are pelted like two fools,
that lovers are begetting more than souls.
poem by Edward Wright Haile
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Bared and Alone
In a translucent twilight zone
I find myself all alone
In the mirror only my face
Loneliness I lovingly embrace!
Madly I listen to the silence
The only thing that makes sense
Thoughts uninhibited and random
Pour out, here they find freedom!
In the world outside what’s uncouth
Is unshackled here, like hidden truth
There’s no prose, it’s all wild verse
The mask is irrelevant, there’s no farce!
My unbridled self at the twilight zone
Loves to come out, bared and alone
Bored of the rules framed by the sane
It finds itself free from the bondage of pain!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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