1+1=1
I dispute his permutations
At least twice a day; him, I curse
Me; he often pinches and wrenches
Well! I understand his compulsions
He too does sympathize my follies
Again, we laugh off our excesses
Runs thus our rollercoaster romance
Yet, lingers a feeling of emptiness
I asked him, “Why this gulf between us;
Aren’t we very, very close friends;
with consensus of minds? ”
He smiled, “You understand me. Yes.
But you don’t know me in essence”
I asked, “Hey! What is the difference?
Both words sound me in same sense
When do I know you in wholeness? ”
Trickled down HIS words mysterious
“When you become I, and I …..you”
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Bland
his words are bland
and i think i understand
inside his cell
darkness and emptiness
and silence
words
becoming intense
he felt all of them
like pins
and here you are disturbed
angry
and wanting to kill
what mockingbird is there
if only you
have felt what drowning is
on that well
where the water runs dry
you would not have
become like him
engulfed by this huge mouth
of emptiness
vomited you run the streets
endlessly without direction
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Those Simple Words That I Speak To You
many times i want
to go away from simple words
those that you can easily understand
and hence take for granted
words which you think have
no life
which means that i have too
to go away from you
which i cannot
because without you i cannot breathe
i cannot speak
i may die and perhaps i may only
speak those words
that will understand only themselves when i am finally taken
into their bosoms
filled with eternal emptiness
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Conversation with God
One day while I was dreaming I heard a soft like voice
It called me to a pond
and asked to recite
the stories of my childhood
I thought it very strange
Then with deafening noise it came
It took me to the pond and asked me 'what I could see'
'I see me' I replied
'Very good' it said
'Now do you see' it asked
'I see a little child with hair as bright as fire'
'Who is that child' it asked
'It is me' I replied again
'Do you remember what that child was like'
'No' I replied
'Until you become a child again you'll see no more'
'I do not understand' I said
'You will' came the voice
'When' I asked
'When you believe that I am real'
'But you are real' I answered
'Only one who truly believes can understand'
poem by Rachel Branscombe
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Pretending To See The Future
Avoiding this is like avoiding a plague
We cant understand the advances we made
Weve tried to resist but its so hard to say no
Were pretending to see what the future will hold
We appear to be in control of our fate
Just like soldiers believe theyre in control of a war
But its moving so fast we cannot see what weve done
Were losing our eyes just to say that weve won
My minds made up, my heart is broke
My fortunes is made me and I feel so choked
I cant understand how we could ever believe
The things we asked for but never received
We never understood the times we asked
The way we wasted all that passed
This neglect is final its a stage we must
Endure to ever hope to see the first
My minds made up about the things we did
We never saw we believed we couldnt say what we missed
My minds made up, my heart is broke
My fortunes is made me and I feel so choked
I cant understand how we could ever believe
The things we asked for but never received
By making noises which we cannot control
The things we hoped that wed never forgo
We appear to be in control of our fate
Just like soldiers believe theyre in control of a war
But its moving so fast we cannot see what weve done
Were losing our eyes just to say that weve won
My minds made up, my heart is broke
My fortunes is made me and I feel so choked
I cant understand how we could ever believe
The things we asked for but never received
song performed by by Omd
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Try to Understand Me Too (Autism)
Today might not be my day,
You might understand what I want to say.
There are times that I want to wave my hand,
And you might think it is something that I am trying to demand.
Can you hear the soun
ds as I pound my feet,
Well maybe not, but all I am doing is trying to sound a beat.
Do you remember when I read the book with you?
It was about the ghost and you made me laugh when you said BOO.
I love to hear it when we whisper and shout Lullabies, songs and rhymes,
To me I wonder, if they can hear us while we do this during school time.
This is one reason why I always say things over and over again,
And when you try to stop me, I get mad every now and then.
I only wish I can understand everything that I'm being told,
But to me it feels like I am always being controlled.
Can you remember when you asked the class a question and I wanted to answer it when was not my turn,
All I am just trying to do is show you that I can remember things that I learn.
I try to understand why I get so mad and I cannot control myself and I hurt you,
When I think about it I get sad and cry because I wish someone could, Try to Understand Me Too.
I wish the other kids would let me play,
If they took the time to talk to me, they might understand things my way,
I also love it when you want to teach me how to pray,
And you ask the Lord to help thru this day,
I know that you understand me and even, if no one ever wants to even take a guess,
So, this is my ways of saying thank you and telling you that I will always try and do my best.
poem by Frank Pulver
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Empty Now
you are telling me that what i did was so hurting
it was you who was bombarding me with a hundred words
per minute
as i was
sitting on the rocking chair facing the sea where this time the wind keeps on
rushing
on my
face
i assure you i was listening to every word you are saying because i have told you once and i am telling you again and again i love you and i will always love you till
the end
of time
and you still keep bombarding me with all those words that you were hurt by my telling you i love you i love you i love you yet there is something untrue
you did
not kiss
me yes
you for
got the
kiss
the real reason why you said i love you is because i asked you to tell me and to repeat the words that i missed hearing after ten years of this marriage
you are
cruel
in the
silence
in between
the words
demanded.
it is the emptiness of your words that is killing me it is this emptiness that
is telling the truth this emptiness between us so huge so wide i cannot
anymore
reach you
you have
shut me
out from
your full
ness from
your wall
words.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sending Those Mixed Messages
No!
My name is 'not' Angel.
Everybody's trying to get in a free 'cruise'.
And at my expense.
'Listen to Me!
You were specifically given an assignment.
When asked the 'code'...
You are to reply accordingly.
That's 'another' one you let escape.'
Ok ok ok.
I understand that, My Father.
But my name is not Angel.
I 'am' an angel.
And that is a tremendous difference.
The question I 'should be asked,
Is this...
Are you an 'angel'?
'Why is it,
You are the only one...
I find I 'have' to qualify My wishes.
Do you realize what time it is?
And I am on a schedule to raise conscious levels,
Around here.
DETAILS! Details.
Let ME worry about the details.
Is that clear? '
Sure!
Now...
What details do You refer to?
And how clear should I be?
'BOY!
Where on EARTH did you come from? '
Father...?
Aren't I 'not' Your creation?
There You go again.
Sending those mixed messages.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Change
The other day I walked accross the street
i couldnt believe what I appeared to see...
as I looked at a poor boy who came to me
I asked him his name and he didnt know
he just asked me for change.
I asked where is your mum?
he just asked me for change
I asked where is your dad?
he just asked me for change
I asked will someone come?
he just asked me for change
I asked why are you sad?
with no response to my question there was a pause...
but then once again he asked me for change
see, as i watched him dissapear with his pain
I realised that he actualy asked me...
for a change.
poem by Daniel McCann
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My Words
the art of expression
is what my words are penned down upon
the will of wisdom
and the essence of freedom
to bounce like a king kong
on the ping pong
glad or sad, is from within each or any
stanza of my words
from the top of my head
to the deep end of the membrane under my melanin skin
to the sensory nerves of my brain
coiled upon an ancient pane
my words,
that which mirrors my sense of thought and feeling,
that with an ancestor
that which the blood of my people
was shed for; just so simple
but my words are royal
because ‘am loyal
like an induna
and vocal
to usher-in a focal
point of the meaning of my words.
my needs
and deeds
have a lord
on board
to code my words
and shield my soul from the imp’s sword.
my words are so very simple
to understand
and overstand
‘t was my words
that kept the birds
away from the heads
of my corn
for i was born
and sworn
to live a life upon
my words are so very easy to grasp
the fewer that discern
the nobler i become
I need not to wonder
and ponder
over yonder
for such is unknown to you
and therefore you have no knowledge of me
nor are you, about my words
yes! my words is what i like
to write
for i write
what i like
to strike
a balance between
the psyche
and the mic
such is my words,
the art of penning down what is from
the mind
and rewind
to remind
my words to decide
my words
such is my words,
the art of expression
against deception
but inception
and intersection
of my words
i now tell you that
my words are the words from the art
that which i chat
to match what my heart
tells me; roger that
the art of expressing the knack of expression; my words!
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Never Found the Words
When you two asked me to write a poem for you wedding I felt so honored. But now on this your wedding I must apologize for not writing your poem, I never found the words.
I never found the words
that could describe the love you see for one another
when you gaze into each others eyes.
I never found the words
that would truly embraces the warmth you feel
when you’re holding one another in your arms.
I never found the words
that would magnify the passion
of your kisses.
So once again I do apologize.
But you two must understand
when it comes to your love for one another
there is no words, and that is why I
never found the words.
I Don’t Understand Mom And Dad
I don’t understand Mom and Dad
how come Dad can do things
and I’m not allowed
like Dad can drink beer
but I’m not allowed
I asked mom “How come Dad can drink
and I’m not allowed? ”
And Mom said:
“Cos it doesn’t make a difference in his case”
But I don't get it, Mom!
and the other day
I asked Mom if I could join
Dad in the deep end of the pool
and Mom said “No”
and I said “How come Dad can do it? ”
and Mom says
“Cos Dad’s got insurance”
But I don't get it, Mom!
poem by Raj Arumugam
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You're Not My Son
You are not a bastard
you're still my son,
though you're not my son
My blood don't run
through your vein.
but my words and love does.
I saw you alone
in a quiet path,
you were there, lonely.
I looked around saw no one,
i picked you up and you smiled.
I held you close to my heart
and you did not cry.
brought you in my lonely home
and you made it whole
filling my emptiness with happiness.
My wife doubted your existent
i try to explain but she left
saying am unfaithful.
I took you away from my old world
you became my world
as i watched you grow up.
i gave you wings
but you choose to walk with me.
When you asked me about your mother
i lied.
When you ask me about my family,
i lied.
I loved you, that's no lie.
I am no longer in or of these world.
in between My WILL
i have left these words.
for i was too afraid of
how you will feel or
what you might do.
Don't cry now because
when i picked you up
you didn't cry.
though you're not my son.
You're my son.
poem by Enebeli Ifyprada
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They don't understand
They don't understand,
What its like to be me.
They don't understand,
Why school is hard for me.
They don't understand,
Why I'm so skinny.
They don't understand,
Why I have no friends.
They don't understand,
What I need.
They don't understand,
Why I lie.
They don't understand,
Why life is hard.
They don't understand,
What life is like for me.
They don't understand,
Why I hurt.
They don't understand,
Why I have fears.
They don't understand,
Why I'm different.
I don't understand,
Why they don't like me.
I don't understand,
Why they don't except me.
I don't understand,
What they say.
I don't understand,
Why they don't undersatnd,
Me...
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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Sum Of One
Lyrics : Jani Lane / Music : Jani Lane)
When the sun came up today
I asked him please to go away
Something died in me last night
I feel hollow on my inside
We talked until the words were yells
Youll never understand me I can tell
Oh, God I fell like hell
Throw another penny in the wishing well
Rain, rain, go away
I dont care much for the color grey
If I stay too long hopefully
Ill get washed out to the sea
And drown in my misery
See your face looking down at me
And if I asked you for help
Youd hand me a glass of water
Chorus
Give me some give me one
Who understands my meaning
Give me some give me one
Who wont laugh while
Im bleeding
Give me some give me one
Who wont laugh while
Im bleeding
Give me sum give me one
Give me love
(Sister moon brother sun,
children stars give me one, sum of one
song performed by by Warrant
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Give In To Me
She Always Takes It With A Heart Of Stone
'Cause All She Does Is Throw It Back To Me
I've Spend A Lifetime
Looking For Someone
Don't Try To Understand Me
Just Simply Do The
Things I Say
Love Is A Feeling
Give It When I Want It
'Cause I'm On Fire
Quench My Desire
Give It When I Want It
Talk To Me Woman
Give In To Me
Give In To Me
You Always Knew Just How To Make Me Cry
And Never Did I Ask You Questions Why
It Seems You Get Your Kicks From Hurting Me
Don't Try To Understand Me
Because Your Words Just Aren't Enough
Love Is A Feeling
Quench My Desire
Give It When I Want It
Takin' Me Higher
Love Is A Woman
I Don't Wanna Hear It
Give In To Me
Give In To Me
You And Your Friends
Were Laughing At Me In Town
But It's Okay
And It's Okay
You Wont Be Laughing Girl
When I'm Not Around
I'll Be Okay
And I'll
song performed by by Michael Jackson from Dangerous
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Please mom
Please mom
Why don’t you think of others first
Before you do things like that
Those words hurt
Levi isn’t the only child
I don’t like it when you drink
You do things you don’t mean
And it hurts.
Please mom
I love you mom but I wished you’d stop
You say you love me to but im not sure if you mean it
It hurts and Ive told you and you said you don’t understand
When I know you do.
Please mom
When you lie it makes me mad
I asked for the truth and you just lauph
Like im a kid that just doesn’t understand
Im old enough now and im tired of your crap.
Please mom
poem by Java Chillers
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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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The psyche of my beloved
She complains, I don't understand
What more things for her to be done?
I asked her why? Did we not together cry?
Had we not dreamed, did not we see
Had not she moaned along with me
Did I not make her to utter peculiar sound
Did I not make her to shrill out of satiation
Did she not bite me out of every satisfaction
Did we not groan together after every action.
Did we not make murmuring music of life
Did I not make her to giggle and laugh
Did all these things in life for her not enough?
I feel the same for her since the beginning I swear
but frequently she gets angry and moving slowly away far
Lately I understand it is her psyche and wants me to chase her.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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What Difference Does It Make ?
All men have secrets and here is mine
So let it be known
We have been through hell and high tide
I can surely rely on you ...
And yet you start to recoil
Heavy words are so lightly thrown
But still i'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you
So, what difference does it make ?
So, what difference does it make ?
It makes none
But now you have gone
And you must be looking very old tonight
The devil will find work for idle hands to do
I stole and i lied, and why ?
Because you asked me to !
But now you make me feel so ashamed
Because i've only got two hands
Well, i'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh
So, what difference does it make ?
Oh, what difference does it make ?
Oh, it makes none
But now you have gone
And your prejudice won't keep you warm tonight
Oh, the devil will find work for idle hands to do
I stole, and then i lied
Just because you asked me to
But now you know the truth about me
You won't see me anymore
Well, i'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh
But no more apologies
No more apology
Oh, i'm too tired
I'm so very tired
And i'm feeling very sick and ill today
But i'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh
Oh, my sacred one ...
Oh ...
song performed by by Smiths
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One for Ramana
The thunder asked
what is lightning?
The root asked
why is a flower?
The pupil asked
who is the teacher?
The space asked
where is everyone?
The circle asked
when is the end?
The stillness asked
whence word?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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