For My Teacher
when I look back I see little traces keep running until now
all traces of it still made an impression with both memory
I know you never cared at all the praise
do you expect from us is to be the people who would be useful for life
O God, bestow all the blessings and love Thee in those who to this day still are in our temporary modesty, many are in adequacy
but we will never forget all the services that never existed
let us invoke heaven for them
aameen
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Spade
The beauty spot was borrowed
Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow
I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard
Burn your empty rain down on me
Whisper your deathbeat so softly
We bend our knees at the alter of my ego
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
All my lilies' mouths are open, like they're begging for dope and hoping
their bitter petal chant, "we can kick, you wont be back"
Im a diamond that is tired, of all the faces i've aquired, we must secure the shadow ere the substance fades
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die
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A crime in the dark of night
Under the cover of the drowsy night,
I see a very painful sight,
On the outskirts of the city,
A crime is born out of pity,
The crime is henious in nature,
Modesty experiences a fracture,
Who are these awesome faces,
I saw on them no traces,
No traces of shame and modesty,
Humanity seems to be void of honesty,
They are waiting for the customers,
They can be both old and new comers,
No job for them is a better substitute,
For each one of them is a prostitute.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Traces (Life Poem)
Traces of memories we leave in verse,
Which capture moments in time, that
Become invisible, once they are gone.
Traces of what we are and do and can do,
In our life from the day we are born, until
We die, a summation of hopes and fears.
Traces are the sticky air between, hope
Fulfilled and the fears conquered, while
Life flows slowly towards an endless sea.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Eraser
I want the memory erased
Of all that we used to be
I dont ever want to remember
That saddend side of me.
I never would have wanted to forget
All the love that we shared,
All the memories that we made,
All the times that we cared...
But the memory I remember most
Is the one where you leave
Turning your back on me, and on us
It's the only memory I can see
I can remember all the way back
To when our love amounted to so much
No matter how much I loved you...
It never seemed to be enough.
No time to reconsider
Giving me another second chance
No faith in our love and compassion
No hope for our romance.
You made your choice
And let all we had go.
That's why I want to erase your memory...
And forget all that I know.
poem by Eudora M.A.S.S.A.
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Your Memory Keeps Calling Me Back
Years ago, we came to the end of the line,
both went our separate ways,
but your memory keeps calling me back.
Calling to me from a distant shore,
back to your arms once more.
I try to resist and carry on,
but your memory keeps calling me back,
like some overplayed song.
I have a different life now,
the life we had is now over and gone.
Traces of our love they still remain,
but I cannot go back, I don’t feel the same.
Each day it gets harder fighting the urge,
for your memory keeps calling me back,
saying with you is where I belong.
8 August 2007
poem by David Harris
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From One Heart To Another
Echoes of loneliness,
Traces from love affairs,
Will never disappear,
Always come thru.
I thought i'd never know
The time to see you go,
Two people turned into one,
Thinking as one.
A hint in the night,
A touch of a dream,
Has come to an end,
We run from one heart to another again.
The rose of our love
Is withered and torn
And gone from one heart to another.
Sailing away to sea,
The ships made of you and me,
They pass in the darkest nights
And turn out the lights.
And i thought i'd never know the season
To see you go,
Two people twirled into one,
Being as one.
A hint in the night...
Running
Running from one heart to another...
song performed by by Roxette
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If I Forget Thee
If I forget thee! How shall I forget thee?
Sword of the mighty! Prince and Lord of War!
Captive I bind me
To the spears that blind me,
Rage in my heart and love for evermore.
If I forget thee! How shall I forget thee?
Man the destroyer! Life that made mine move!
They that come after
Let them earn my laughter,
Ay, but my anger, never, nor my love.
If I forget thee! How should I forget thee?
One man there is no woman dares despise.
Hate him it may be,
Wound him if the way be,
Nay, but forget him? Not before she dies!
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Footprints
Its beautiful outside, an old hand gathers wood,
Can he see me sitting here? his mind is somewhere else.
His friend have flown away, hes left out in the cold.
He wont sit by my fire, he says he likes it in the snow.
Where footprints never go, he likes it in the snow.
Its getting dark outside, the old hands going home,
Has he someone waiting there? or is he living on his own?
Where footprints never go, he likes it in the snow...
White blanket, hiding the traces of tears she didnt see,
Oh white blanket covers the memory
Of all that used to be. all that used to be.
But his heart keeps aching in the same old way,
He cant help feeling that she might come back someday.
Its beautiful outside, a magpie looks for food.
The old hand throws a crumb,
Do you think hes found a friend?
Where footprints never go, he likes it in the snow...
White blanket, hiding the traces of paths he didnt take
Oh white blanket covers the memory
Of moves he didnt make
Oh white blanket, hiding the traces of tears she didnt see
Snow white blanket simply covers the memory
Of all that used to be.
But his heart keeps aching in the same old way
He cant help feeling that she might come back someday.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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One Morning
the unbearable night
closes the eyes
to an imagined sleep
the following morning
traces of black stripes appear
on the linings of the eyes
the other one understands
when love fades
leaving traces of sighs
and what
ifs
one morning
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Memory Of Love
The memory of love can never die.
It lingers in the heart.
It may have happened way in your past
but you remember how it did start.
Whether it lasted or came to an end
it still is the memory that counts.
It made an impression.
It was an expression.
It became a possession for you.
You will never forget it. It lingers on
and becomes part of who you are.
For the memory of love is a gift to you
so keep it close, never far.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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False Pride
I claimed for every single achievement
Boosted a lot and felt it as memorable moment
Took false pride and acted as if I was whole and sole
Alas! I could understand the myth as whole
It is generally proclaimed that good deeds always help
Save from some kind of disasters and come to the rescue of self
Person remains unconcerned even if something turns out to be against
As self confidence and full contentment doesn't allow further twist
What are we trying to project before world?
Superiority complex or about the things so far untold
It is known since ages that men has always remained choosey
Not cared for anything but shown keen interest in money
Can we ever claim and assure the full proof of success?
If so then why some of the clues are left behind as traces
Guilty people are caught little later much to their annoyance
People are brought to the sense and reminded about truth at once
We are just a medium and excel with blessings
Some of us might lead the life of rich man or king
It is a fact and generally believed in good faith
Life is certainly taken as temporary phase to be ended with death
I feel little awkward when people try to prove contrary
It has no relevance in real life and totally unnecessary
Even if we have fortune in abundance at disposal
We act as miser and turn down any good proposal
It has different joy when we silently enjoy
Employ honest means and avoid any ploy
Think that you are fortunate enough to have it at your end
Look sympathetically; spend generously among poor, relatives and friends
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In His Mind
he knows now why he
goes beyond the decency
of love, those clean hands
touching, acceptable by
those who want to be
with all of the kind people here,
he looks back in time
when the moss was not in the
stones yet on the river
love was not there
there were no traces of its
steps
there was no trace of a cat
or bird
there were no words for no one
nothing speaks about affection
and acceptance
he once kissed love
and love shuts out saying it is over
there is no design
no architecture for a comfortable dwelling
he gets away from this dream
goes inside a room and goes out of the door
walks on the street that is dark and narrow
there are people without names
there half-naked and ready
to embrace whatever he brings
now he is at home
and there is no more regret
no comparison for what ought to
be that merely gives
him pain
beyond love of course
is the colorful and scented
lust that gives him temporary
relief from twisted faces
and bodies that desired and loved so well
in his mind
that he never once touched
ever because it cannot be embraced
by the arms of possibility
without him being burned.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Every animal leaves traces of what it was; man alone leaves traces of what he created.
quote by Jacob Bronowski
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Midnight Traces
Before the dawn steals, the midnight traces
to replace them with scarlet hues
souls of unleashed fury roam
in the shadows of discontent
with their harrowing screams
against the bondage that keeps them there.
Sunrise breaks the spells of midnight
forcing its demons to retreat
back to whence they came
releasing the souls to silent sleep,
to rest in their slumber
before the midnight traces fall again.
poem by David Harris
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You are inescapable
Dear, you, who once had made
In me a permanent impression,
Cannot altogether deny your image
By denying your love and concern.
Dear, you, who once had made
In me an ever lasting vibration,
Cannot outright wipe out your image
By denying me ways and access.
Dear, you, whose striking image
Had become an integral part of me,
Cannot bar me from acting in what way
I want to deal with you in my brain.
I can catch you where no one can watch you.
I can hold you, where you can kill your fear,
On every part from head to foot
Without any scar to your modesty.
With you in me, I turn a bisexual.
Self fertilization takes place with in,
With your elusiveness notwithstanding,
Without prejudice to your chastity.
Dear, you, with such impression as the ones
That you had made in me for a long time
Cannot forbid me from feeding on you
In my memory, no corporally.
25.10.07
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Expect Your ………….You!
Expect your friend to be not better than you;
Expect your neighbor to not forgive you;
Expect your country not to goad you;
Expect your siblings to but discourage you;
Expect your children to not care for you;
Expect your spouse to rather hinder you;
Expect your love to always forget you;
Expect your home sometimes to ignore you;
Expect your native place to not honor you;
Expect the world to disregard you;
Expect your enemy to well hate you;
Expect your Maker to much love you;
Expect your God to never forsake you;
Expect your Lord and God to never abandon you.
poem by John Celes
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2HB (Venus In Furs)
Oh, I was moved by your screen dream
Celluloid pictures living
Your death could not kill my love for you
Take two people romantic
Smoky nightclub situation
Your cigarette traces a ladder
Here's looking at you kid
Celebrate years
Here's looking at you kid
Wipe away tears
Long time since we're together
Now I hope it's forever
Ideal love flies away now
White jacket black tie wings too
You gave her away to the hero
Words don't express my meaning
Notes could not spell out the score
But finding not keeping's the lesson
Here's looking at you kid
Hard to forget
Here's looking at you kid
At least not yet
Your memory stays
It lingers ever
Will fade away never
song performed by by Radiohead
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By the God of thy Father who shall help thee, and by the Almighty, who shall bless thee with blessings of heaven above, blessings of the deep that lieth under, blessings of the breasts and of the womb.
quote by John Pearson
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The Broken Heart
Can i ever forget that you ever existed in my heart,
Knowing the pain it caused me deep down my heart.
Each time i think of how it all got to this very point,
Only helps to send shock waves down my spines and joints.
It seems the joy you brought to my life,
Was cut short before it even began with a knife.
It seems you lasted just for few days,
While deep down my heart i long for you everyday.
Wishing and hoping we can go back to the day i found you,
When the whole of my life changed to brand new.
Bringing to me the happiness i never once felt before,
And an ebullient love i once hoped for.
You gave me hope for a better tomorrow,
By erasing all of my unending sorrows.
You gave me a great sense of humour,
Each time there is a scene of a tumour.
You made my life as sweet as it can be,
Even when there are things that can sting me like a bee.
How can i forget that amazing smile of yours,
That kept me dazzling beyond many hours.
How about the joy you gave me knowing that you are my best friend,
Went a long way to bring all my fears to an end.
And then every thing fell apart,
The very moment you left by breaking my heart.
First you made every thing seems like an horrible nightmare,
And brought to me an emotional darkness in an hare.
You turned every Grimes of happiness to pain,
And every traces of love to lain.
Making my eyes abated with tears,
More than what my heart can bear.
Pain of a broken heart is all i can feel,
And the aching of a bleeding knee.
All i have now is an empty and shattered heart,
That needs a taste of a rebirth.
It all happened very fast,
And now i'll try to put every thing in the past.
And keep hoping for a better future,
Without the glance of your picture.
All i know is that no matter the way it may seem,
You'll forever in my heart remain evergreen.
poem by Stanley Oguh
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I shall come
I shall come again
To suffer the agony and pain
To finish the unfinished task
Take everybody on heels and ask
I am shot in head
Slowly loosing conscience and unable to lead
Yet comrades are taking me away
To save nd ask secrets on the way
I have waged relentless struggle
Against oppression to ward of trouble
For poor people and unprivileged class
In another word a struggle for entire mass
I may loose life in jungle
The fight must be on and no stoppage of struggle
It is holy and sacred
It must be on and led
Born, live and depart in time
Cycle goes on and repeated sometimes
Everything is reused and taken into use
God has made us interdependent to choose
To keep people under yoke is crime
We are now in new age and must act with time
Colonial rule is over yet mentality remains same
Who shall come forward and legitimately claim?
I may be gone forever with no memory left behind
Yet some traces may be later likely to find
That may be day of people to rejoice
Chant the national song with one voice
I would love to take rebirth and come back
To see the people and for their love sake
I shall prefer to die thousand deaths for their cause
The birth is just an opportunity and not at al any loss
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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