Dilettatish Hunger
Sitting in my porch lounger
I satiate my dilettantish hunger
With nocturnal devour
Of succulent silence
I dwell hours agape
In a blissful mope
Gazing at the sleeping milieu
Wondering once more
At the infinite beauty He heaved
With His magical caduceus
On the Earth’s canvas
From night-long vigil
I hardly pick few speckles
Of His boundless spectacle
I stand in awe of
His grand oeuvres ever-growing charm
That remains a connoisseur’s conundrum
Till the daybreak
To restart my temporal tasks! ! !
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Splash
I called you on the phone
You knew it was me all along
You didn't even say hello
Cause you don't need words to let me know
All the things that you do to me
You fulfill my every fantasy
Splash - I'm under your power
Splash - I could go for hours
Splash - You could devour me
And I'd only want you more
Oh, when you make love to me
There's things I never thought I'd see
I cherish [...]
[...] in every sea
Oh, I love when you play with me
Ask your mom if you could stay with me
Splash - I'm under your power
Splash - I could go for hours
Splash - You could devour me
And I'd only want you more
Our love is a rhythm
Together we'll have so much fun
You go from room to room
Leaving traces of your sweet perfume
If I could I'd bottle it
Everybody should know the feelin' I get
When I'm in your cool embrace
Your lips, your arms, your legs, your face
Splash - I'm under your power
Splash - I could go for hours
Splash - You could devour me
And I'd only want you more
I want you more and more and more
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash.
song performed by by Prince
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So Here I Am
Seven on a monday morning.
And it's a sunny day.
It's just too hot to be working
But you've got to pay your way.
(chorus)
So here I am sitting at the bus stop
Wishing I was somewhere else
Where I didn't have to work my rocks off
Wishing I could please myself.
Ten hours a day i'm grafting
Under the bosses eye,
Earn just enough to keep going,
Making cars i'll never buy.
(chorus)
So here I am sitting ...........
Five days a week i'm giving,
My time is clocking on.
Just two days left for living,
Wondering where my life has gone.
(chorus)
So here I am sitting ...........
song performed by by Ub40
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Is All About You
1 hour unity,
2 hours peace,
3 hours playing,
4 hours sleeping,
5 hours smiling,
6 hours living,
7 hours trusting in your muse!
For this river is mine and yours foeevers;
And, i want to be close to you always.
1 hour smiling,
2 hours learning,
3 hours thinking,
4 hours with your muse,
5 hours teaching,
6 hours working,
But, the 7th hour comes for me to sleep with you;
Because, this love is all about you! !
And, i want to be with you always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Ache
I'm sitting alone and wondering why,
I met you and you became my life.
When you had to scratch yourself away,
Why did you bring those colourful days?
When you had to break them all,
Why did you make those promises fo souls?
When you had to leave me all alone,
Why did you make yourself my home?
I'm sitting alone and wondering why
I met you and you became my life.....
I know you saw those pity tears,
where loosing you was the only fear
rolling down my cheecks, my chin
when I knew nothing of your been.
I woke all night to see you return
And all I got was my hopes burned......
I'm sitting alone and wondering why
I met you and you became my life.......
I remember all that you said
Of our love that would never fade,
I'm still gathering all you broke
'cause I'll never kill my pretty hopes.
To see you walk my aisle again
I still gaze the door with my eyes on flame.....
And all I've left is to wonder why
I met you and you became my life............
poem by Jaya Mishra
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A Reply
I have a place on the Chungnan slopes.
Sitting there you can see the Mountains.
No one there, no guests, the gate is closed.
No plans all day, just time and silence.
Nothing stops you gazing and dreaming.
Why not come and try to find me there?
poem by Wang Wei
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Wednesday Morning Silence
At eleven O’clock in the morning,
I sit experiencing the stillness
of a Wednesday morning silence coming down.
It seems much earlier,
though the day is half done
after a fun filled Tuesday
that lasted long into the night.
I sit experiencing the stillness
and wondering in the silence
after the rain had come down.
The absent drip of raindrops
sounds like time ticking away
in the Wednesday morning silence coming down.
Sitting on my friends deck
as a cooling breeze rustles the leaves
in the silence of the morning
as I wait for everyone to wake
in a Wednesday Morning silence coming down
while I am on holiday.
poem by David Harris
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Nobody Gives
Sung by the tramp
I cant understand why everybodys quarreling,
Nobody gives in case they lose face,
And everybodys guilty and everybodys innocent,
And the fact of it is nobody gives any more.
Its the same throughout all history,
Nobody gives unless they receive,
And nobody trusts or is willing to believe
And nobody gives or is willing to concede.
Back in nineteen hundred and twenty-five
There were thousands of people struggling to survive.
There was hunger, unemployment and poverty,
Then in 1926 they decided to be free
So they all went on strike and
The workers told the unions, who blamed it on the government,
The politicians blamed it on the strikers and the militants,
Everybodys guilty and everybodys innocent,
But the fact of it is nobody gives any more.
Back in nineteen hundred and thirty-nine
There were scores of german military waiting in a line,
And the fatherland wanted what the world wouldnt give,
And then hitler decided he could take what was his,
So they all went to war and said
Kill all the left-wing intellectuals,
Annihilate the jews and wipe out their race,
Eliminate the weak because theyre ineffectual,
And the fact of it is nobody gives any more.
Im only sitting here watching it all go on
And listening to both sides.
Yeah, why cant we talk it out,
Why cant we sort it out,
Well work it out if we try.
Why cant we sit down and work out a compromise,
Why not negotiate and try to be civilised?
Ill tell you why, because nobody gives a damn.
Nobody listens and no one will understand.
Yet Im wondering, sitting here wondering,
And listening to both sides.
Why cant we work it out?
Why cant we sort it out?
Well work it out if we try.
Why cant we sit down and work out a compromise,
Why not negotiate and try to be civilised?
Ill tell you why, because nobody gives a damn.
Nobody listens and no one will understand.
Yet, Im wondering, sitting here wondering,
Yet Im wondering, sitting here wondering
Listening to both sides.
Nobody gives, nobody gives, nobody gives.
The workers told the unions who blamed it on the government,
The politicians blamed it on the strikers and the militants,
Everybodys guilty and everybodys innocent.
Nobody gives. nobody gives a damn any more.
The politicians, unions, workers and the militants,
The fact of it is nobody gives any more.
song performed by by Kinks
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Leaving A Lofty Place
No pedestal should be loved so great,
To satiate a promising of a permanence determined.
Appreciating an arrivial done,
To acknowledge one day an end will come...
With a feeling of an accomplishment,
That came to one as a surprise.
Although leaving a lofty place to be replaced,
Can bring tears to eyes...
To those who try to fly even higher.
No pedestal should be loved so great,
To satiate a promising of a permanence determined.
Although leaving a lofty place to be replaced,
Can bring tears to eyes...
To those who try to fly even higher.
'Who do we have here? '
~We had to put a strait jacket on this one.
They believed that using the superglue,
Would keep them sitting on top forever.~
'Oh well...
Some are more graceful than others,
Upon their departures.
Don't you think the strait jacket is a bit severe? '
~It took hours to pry this one loose for the pedestal.
We didn't want to take any chances,
Of having a suicide on our hands.~
'Geeessshh.
Let's hope the next one is more gracious.
Is the raffle set to pick another one? '
~Yep.
We're ready when you are.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Silence Tuned
Reposing in this porch
In the yellow noon
Fenced around grilly black
This chair quietly greyed
Hush of this colourless silence
Alleviates...
Zapping out through the white gaps
Gazing at a crow, a sparrow
A pigeon, a parrot
Stuttering, twittering, hooting..
Squeaking, trilling many the other
Dark and bright on green...
A swallow seesawing on a tributary
Rhythmic screach of a squirrel
Fluttering with colourful potpourries
The butterflies waltzing around
An unknown bouffant bird
A radio melody from afar
In iridescent harmony silence tuned
poem by Indira Renganathan
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At Dawn They Sleep
Awakened I have become
Light now slips away
Manipulate your mind
Darkness is my slave
Taste the sins of Hell
The blood that I so crave
The last thing that you see
Is the hunger in my eyes
Blood sucking creatures of the night
Nocturnal spectre hiding from the light
Cries screaming out every fright
Eagerly awaiting plight
Apparitions from the pits of Hell
Death plagues the streets in which they dwell
Demented lust
song performed by by Slayer from Hell Awaits
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Fluffy
Fluffy, furry buddy
Chewed his leg on the porch
Whyd you do it fluffy, on the porch?
Good dog fluffy, old friend my pal
Fluffys got his buddy on the porch
Penny, shes my girlie, she sits here with me on the porch
Penny looks so pretty on the porch
Penny takes fluffy for a walk out on the path
Fluffy chases the other doggies on the path
But big sister penny get fluffy back on the porch
So me and fluffy and penny were on the porch
song performed by by Ween
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The tamed barbarians
A woman with figure
Tempt men who see her.
Tempting feeds her hunger.
All men of vigour,
With their eyes devour her.
Seeing feeds their hunger.
Free entries were blocked.
Self-sexual is universal.
Homosexuals are special.
Thus barbarians have been tamed
18.10.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Unconditional_Agape
i love you
unconditonally
i love you agape
agape greek meaning
i love you no matter what.
i love you
because i love you.
i love you
flaws
imperfections
good
bad
the ugly
i love you through it all
i love you unconditionally
i love you agape
agape greek meaning
theres no reason why
theres no question
i love you because i love you
i love you no matter what
i love you for who you are.
flaws
imperfections
good
bad
the ugly
i love you unconditionally
i love you agape
i love you no matter what
i love you forever.
i love you because i love you.
love unconditionally
love the agape way.
poem by Krystal Vincent
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I kind of have a dilettantish spirit about me.
quote by Ron Silver
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I Just Don't Wan't
I don't want to break this shell
I don't want any one to tell
I just want happiness to dwell
In every phase of my life
In every place where I survive
I just want the happiness drive
It's not that I cannot feel
It's not that it doens't appeal
I just don't want to steal
Others joy and give them tears
When they don't have anyone to share
Nor anyone to tell that they care
I don't want to lose hope
Neither I want to mope
I just want the happiness rope
That won't let me weep
Till I lie down forever to sleep
In earth's lap that is deep
Where no one for me can tell
To stop wishing for happiness to dwell
And to break up my built in shell.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Death Was Very Genial
In the service of flesh
new vision was perfecting a cult;
silence was going home.
It was not there
freedom of defense for bread, but
I must pay the price of hunger.
The oblique afterthought
compelled by nocturnal infidelity
picks up the black threads,
minute by minute.
Death was very genial.
Comes silently behind the cacti -
across the intelligent green.
One has to pay for touching greatness.
The thoughts will never go
from the unwinking eyes.
I was listening to the footsteps.
poem by Satish Verma
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When I Am Sleeping
When I am sleeping I can't help thinking about you. I can't help wondering if you really love me like the way I love you. I can't seem to stop thinking about you. I can't help dreaming that you will always love me and never break my heart. When I am sleeping I can't help think about what you might be doing. I can't seem to think without you in my mind. I can' t seem to think if your thinking about me. I hope you are, cause I really love you a lot and I want to be with you for the rest of my life. When I am sleeping I am dreaming, spending the rest of my life..... with you. I can't help wondering what you are dreaming while I dream about you.
poem by Makayla Straight
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The pain of silence
Like a little girl i sit waiting
Hoping not to be disappointed
But there again all there is,
Is the pain of silence
The silence is taking over
When that day comes closer
I try to forget and just hope
But still the pain of silence
Now this day i begin to dread
Because i know deep within
Once again all there will be
Is the pain of silence
I try to shut this out
But it haunts me like a shadow in the dark
As i fail to run from the silence
The silence is too hard to bear
And because of it i live in fear
For i do not know what to expect
So i dwell in the pain of silence
poem by Abigail Sikwenda
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Grimacing Rain
It was raining and raining for hours nonstop
nobody knows when to go back,
As if it was grimacing in silence like dark night
It may take time to talk again, for a while.
Night may break in to day, hours into minutes
but those silence may not shredded to rain of tears
And that hours of rain was the tears of silence
that rippled into voice of grimacing - protracted.
If I asked to reason out curves of silence
It may cajole to suggest inkling of love provoking-
For the tears fallen in rain, of thosa unbeaten songs
lest silence may censure grimacing.
poem by Dr subhendu kar
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Flight Delays (Life Poem)
Sympathyless disbelief when I complain again,
Delays are the balance for the glamour of flying.
Nine hours in Sao Paulo while the ATC strike,
Eight hours in Vienna while new wheel flies in,
Seven sins would be justified by this purgatory,
Six times six hours from CBB to DUB last week,
Five hours sweating in Port au Prince plastic chair,
Four hours for rain in Miami seems not so bad,
Three hours in Shannon for bomb threat search,
Two hours sitting in Seattle with mad dash in Kennedy.
One would be happier walking, swimming or driving.
poem by Ian Beckett
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