The Dead Tiger
the hunt begins after sunset
under cracked moon, blindfolded clouds
start visiting volitionlessly:
the nesting eagles, I choose
this bitter absurdity of large wings
under the sun, where they will announce the shade,
a lonely patch of life, of signature
kill of future, the metamorphosis of a street
into unending wait;
undress the sleeping lion
of combat fatigue, his brain splattered,
the dreams moved like tectonic plates
* On seeing the body of Vellupillai Prabhakaran
poem by Satish Verma
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Clouds Across The Moon
Standing here on the brighter side of life,
I realize missing out on the things I loved.
Walking down the shady lovers lanes
as the clouds moved across the moon.
I’ve seen the glamour and glitz of life
and long for the simple things of yesterday
when we walked arm in arm together
as the clouds moved across the moon.
Tomorrow is another day in the spotlight
regretting for another time again
of giving up all those yesterdays
as the clouds moved across the moon.
It’s hard to try not to regret
all the things you rushed forward to
even though at the time it meant losing you
as the clouds moved across the moon.
One day I may return home again,
when my dreams have turned to dust
then I may walk again with you
as the clouds move across the moon.
6 November 2011
poem by David Harris
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The Future is a Light
The future is a light
A moon
But there is a storm
And black clouds obstruct my view
The future is a light
A lamp
But the shade is dark
And the bulb is cracked
The future is a light
A candle
But the wind heaves
And the wick is short
The future is a light
A star
But it has shined too long
And must die soon
The future is a light
A reason
But it has disappeared
And so shall I
poem by Anonymous Person
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My Future In Khatmandu
MY FUTURE IN KHATMANDU
The old man read my palm
shook his head
and sighed.
You shall have no power, he declared.
Excuse me?
No power, he repeated.
No power and no children.
No power, no children and a short life.
Dust half as old as Jesus
fell silently around us
and water streamed
From sculpted elephant trunks.
Everest ignored us.
Massive tectonic plates
just below grumbled.
The old man had power.
I had none.
No children either.
Forty years later I inhale
the aroma of fresh basil
and realize I’m tired
Of waiting for trumpets to announce
The end of this short life.
I’m impatient for sunrise.
Another day to prove him wrong.
poem by Burgess Needle
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The Wait of Water - (Villanelle)
a shift in the tectonic plate
early morning siren screeches
across the ocean people wait
awakened to this twist of fate
tsunami warning, clear the beaches
a shift in the tectonic plate
minute by minute news updat
listen to the experts speeches
across the ocean people wait
all trying to anticipate
how far this devastation reaches
a shift in the tectonic plate
don’t live in a complacent state
lessons Mother Nature teaches
across the ocean people wait
as the local pastor preaches
although his prayers come too late
a shift in the tectonic plate
across the ocean people wait
poem by Charlie Parant
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Choose To Fly
Choose to fly!
Choose to soar...
Above the clouds,
And touch the sky.
Choose to spread your wings.
And with praises choose to sing...
To end limitations.
And what to you those limits bring.
Choose to fly.
Energize with the Sun.
Have fun.
Begin what is wished.
Do not undo that which has begun.
Choose to fly.
Look up.
Around and down!
Can accustomed conflict mixed with confusion...
Be heard from anyone?
Can it be found?
As you lift your disconnectedness,
Higher off the ground?
Can you feel a peace?
As you release...
From tensions that decrease.
Choose to fly.
Let go of that madness...
Grabbing to entrap.
To have you slapped with unhappiness.
Choose to fly.
Declare your fresh air...
Is absent of dispair.
And all boundaries have cleared for your arrival.
Choose to fly!
Choose to soar...
Above the clouds,
And touch the sky.
Let go...
And take hold of the atmosphere there.
Choose to fly.
Choose to soar.
Choose to live the life you adore,
Even more!
Choose to fly.
And break free to live your dreams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cannibal and Dhieu
Lion cannibal came
With three cubs
In evening to Dhieu home
Hide in shade of cattle byre
When wife took cooked bean to
Dhieu In byre
Cannibal attacked her
She poured down bean
She cried
Dhieu came out of byre
Cannibal attacked him too
Within three minutes Dhieu and
His wife were dead
Villagers rushed in
Cannibal and three cubs ran away
In dry season
Rainmaker was called in
To make rain
Rain poured that night
In morning, villagers moved out
In forest for big hunt for cannibal
Villagers moved for three hours in
Forest until they found
Claw prints in mud of cannibal and cubs
They followed claw prints for four hours
In hedge, found lion and cubs
Men killed cubs
But father lion ran away
Villagers chased him for six hours
Lion went got tired on Nyangdit pond
Entered hedge
Men surrounded Nyangdit
Moved in to kill lion
They never found him
Searched hedge on pond
And never found any traces
Of cannibal lion
When men about to leave
One man saw big non poisonous
Ghoor snake, He said ‘’ isn’t lion
that change Like this’’ and
he hit one eye of
Ghoor snake off
Snake eye watered down
But he didn’t kill snake
Because it non poison’s
In fact, it’s lion that metamorphosed
In snake
After men left lion metamorphosed
Back to lion and left for Juba town
When he saw men from Dhieu’s village
He sang
‘’ I destroy home of Dhieu by bit cunning
I attack wife, she poured down bean
I ate wife and husband by by bit cunning’’
When people put down ears to hear
He changed song and sang
‘’ my triplets remained at Nyangdit pond
My brothers
I am childless’’
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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Return Journey
I forgot, was it me
in a body pile draped in dust,
still hot, bruised, burnt, a mad megalomaniac
starting a civil war, creating suicide bombers,
young virgins inhaling death?
This journey under the guns, displacing
hapless thousands, will reach destination
on thick, blood stained red, dirt road of life? Step by step
the dynasty breaks and violence, a malignant
spread overtakes the bones
of avatars; the round bloodshot eyes
cross the barriers of silence and step out
from the skin: they were bombing
his bunker.
*On the death of Vellupillai Prabhakaran, LTTE Leader
poem by Satish Verma
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Street Of Dreams
Written by lindsey buckingham.
Cant get going
Fear is showing
On this lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Street of dreams
Theres no telling
What theyre selling
On this lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Street of dreams
Theres a shadow on my daddys stone, where he was laid, laid to rest.
I ask him is this just a dream, or is it just another test?
I turn my back against the cold, I turn my face into the wind
And I wonder will I ever, ever make it home again?
Shadow on daddys stone, ten years gone, it seems
I ask him will I ever stop, ever stop dreaming dreams? !
He said never, never, never
And I was praying
Youd be staying
On this lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Street of dreams
song performed by by Lindsey Buckingham
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The Moon
The lonely moon
whom sits euphorically
in the darken sky
Alone
for centuries
announcing persistently
the constant night
Capturing imagination
which misguided, leads into
The were-wolf's bite
at full
O the misinterpretation
of the one
who swims
in the black
Outshining the stars
inspiring the dreams
behind the eyelids
overdosed in the sandman's
grains
In these dreams we see
the very core in the deep
so easily forgotten
and from consciousness, sunder
upon awake
But I
remember the lonely
moon
But I
can relate
The moon
who shines and sits
in the midnight sky
and beyond
The moon
I announce thee
as my long lost
brother
poem by Justin Tallman Gonzalez
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Sleeping In My Car
Ill tell you what Ive done / Ill tell you what Ill do / been driving all nite just to get close to you / baby babe - Im moving so fast / youd better come on.
The moon is alright / the freeways heading south / my hard is going boom! / theres a strange taste in my mouth / baby babe - Im moving real fast / so try to hold on / try to hold on!
Sleeping in my car - I will undress you / sleeping in my car - I will caress you / staying in the back seat of my car making up.
So come out tonight / Ill take you for a ride / this steamy ol wagon / the radio is getting wild / baby babe - were moving so fast / I try to hang on / try to hang on!
Sleeping in my car - I will undress you / sleeping in my car - I will caress you / staying in the back seat of my car making love, oh yea!
Sleeping in my car - I will possess you / sleeping in my car - certainly bless you / laying in the back seat of my car making up.
The night is so pretty and so young / the night is so pretty and so young / so very young...
Sleeping in my car - I will undress you / sleeping in my car - I will caress you / staying in the back seat of my car making love to you.
Sleeping in my car - I will possess you / sleeping in my car - certainly bless you / laying in the back seat of my car making up.
I will undress you / I will undress you.
The night is so pretty and so young.
song performed by by Roxette
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(Choices Poem) Circumstances Unending
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
To let the one you love go for the better
Or the happiness of poverty in suffering
Like a mother choosing for a child
you must make the decision out of true love.
Forever the greater good.
The eagle looks upon us all with his eyes.
Only if I could see it that way.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
When you do such a thing their is no going back
Chasing after something you threw away.
All in a attempt to be the better man.
The homeless playing a game of kick the can.
Nobody ever wins.
It is to pass time as it will always do.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
Regret and bitter
Feelings that will never sit well with you
Your determined to overcome, and it not be prolonged
She is gone.
Forever a bad choice.
That you wouldn't want to change.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
The portrait of your face betrays the feeling inside.
The things you try to bury and hide.
At one time you were happy.
At one time you smiling and so full of spirit.
But now you fall into a very empty depression.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
No one will come and pick you up.
If you fall it will be you last one.
Like a soldier you still march as if you were still on call.
Duty and service is all you've ever known.
And now a world sits before you.
And still your all alone.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Absurdity
We always searched for the center,
the dark hole of a naked mind.
World moved in concentric rings,
like onion peels.
I scream at myself,
on the absurdity of finding,
A truth which had expired.
If the trees could talk in end,
and bail out
the saint of fallen apes
I will start measuring,
the deafness of a storm,
its eyes squinting
and whose deep genitalia,
had delivered a still birth.
Why should we mourn
for the unfolding disaster?
The loneliness and despair,
are not the big themes.
And no body cares to listen,
to the ripped confessions.
A purple patch appears on the green heart.
poem by Satish Verma
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Always On The Bright Side
You are like a wish come true Im counting on you
Through two shipwrecked eyes I come to see
Everything I had to give has been given to you
Baby thats the way it all should be
Always on the bright side
Keeps it kind of light
That girl gets friendlier each day
Love alone will keep me breathing all through the night
In that quiet place where dreams abide
You and I together are a bit of all right
Feeling good is how we whish to be
Always on the bright side
Always out of sight
Nesting like two eagles in the trees
Always on the bright side
Keeps it kind of light
That girl gets friendlier each day
Always on the bright side
Always out of sight
Nesting like two eagles in the trees
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Quicker Than a Wick
Those days that come,
With a visiting from darkness.
Seem to stay with us forever,
When we are young.
And too impatient to wait,
For our dreams to come true.
Some young people become distant,
And disrespectful.
With a doing of things regretted.
When days thought long and went on and on,
To become compared to minutes lived...
When aging done seems like a race to the finish line.
And those days that come with a visiting...
From darkness seem to remind us,
Our stay in the present days...
Are not for us in a foreverness to be remembered.
When we are young and many adventuresome...
And too impatient to wait,
For our dreams to come true.
Some sat in a brooding.
Not knowing what to do.
But choose to be insolent.
And then they do! Come true. Those dreams.
Although...
We seldom do realize it.
Until we've matured and reflect upon what has visited.
And why we were so concern to rush through a life,
Quicker than a wick can burn through wax...
To provide the darkness to be the canvas,
Of etched shadows cast.
To eventually end the flickering,
Of candlelight to leave silent our voices.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Frog and the Lion
A LITTLE FROG WENT OUT ONE DAY
TO HAVE A FROGGIE WALK,
HE SAW A LION ON HIS WAY
AND STOPPED TO HAVE A TALK.
AND THEN THE LION SAID TO HIM,
THERE’S FLIES UPON MY BACK,
AND I AM FEELING PRETTY GRIM
WHILE STANDING IN THIS TRACK.
SO IF YOU CLIMB ABOARD MY FRIEND,
YOU’LL HAVE A LOVELY FEED,
I’LL FLICK MY TAIL SO I CAN SEND
THE FLIES TO FILL YOUR NEED.
SO FROGGIE CLIMED ON LION’S BACK
AND ATE AND ATE AND ATE,
AND LION STOOD UPON THE TRACK
TO WAIT AND WAIT AND WAIT.
ONE DAY LION LOOKED AT FROG
AND SAW HIS EYES WERE DIM,
THEN LET HIM DOWN INTO THE BOG
SO HE COULD HAVE A SWIM.
AND THEN THE FROG CAME BACK AGAIN
THE LION TO ATTEND.
HE CLIMBED BACK IN THE LIONS MANE,
THE LION WAS HIS FRIEND.
AS TIME WENT BY THE FROG GOT FAT.
AND LION WAITED ON.
THEN FROG WAS EATEN BY THAT CAT,
AND SO THE FROG WAS GONE.
THE FROGGIE IN THE LION,
JUST SCHRIVLED RIGHT AWAY.
THE FROG WAS FULL OF POISON.
THE LION DIED THAT DAY.
THE MORAL OF THIS STORY.
IS TWOFOLD, LISTEN ON.
JUST BE VERY CAREFULL,
BEFORE YOUR DAYS ARE GONE.
CHOOSE YOU VERY WISELY
THE FRIENDS WITH WHOM YOU GREET.
AND DON’T BE LIKE THE LION.
BE CAREFULL WHAT YOU EAT
poem by George Savige
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Jennifers Body
I know it, I can feel it
Well, I know it enough to believe it
And I know it, I cant see it
But I know it enough to believe it
Bitter you, bitter me
My better half has bitten me
Bitter you, bitter me
Sleeping with my enemy
Myself
Myself
The pieces of jennifers body
Found pieces of jennifers body
Found pieces of jennifers body
Just relax, just relax, just go to sleep
Just relax, just relax, just go to sleep
Youre hungry, but Im starving
He cuts you down from the tree
He keeps you in a box by the bed
Alive, but just barely
He said, Im your lover, Im your friend
Im pure and he hits me again
With a bullet, number one, kill the family, save the son
Himself
Himself
The pieces of jennifers body
Found pieces of jennifers body
Found pieces of jennifers body
Just relax, just relax, just go to sleep
Just relax, just relax, just go to sleep
song performed by by Hole
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Serendipity in the Serengeti
Embattled heart
In the trappings of melancholy
Searching for a light
Steadfast, looming large
Like a Lion's mane glistening in the twilight
Searching for a trapdoor of fate
To be written in the manuscripts of time
As a survivor, wounded yet gallant
The heart of a lion tugged by the vines of destiny
To hunt in the path of hope's glimmer
Shining forth like the Sun's rays scattering
To the grottoes of a den of bleeding lions
For the mane to be one with her destiny, the looming sun
To hunt in the prosperity of an untamed heart
As the lion in you re-awakes to hunt like his ancestors
To rekindle the fires of his hearth
To transcend caverns of melancholy
To the eternal sunshine of an endless savannah
Serendipity in the Serengeti
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Bold Step
Night enters into the drift.
I get through a fossil, quite beyond
the light, a search begins for a tortured
being in some ideal’s mire.
The battle begins, of fears and doubts
and upon the trampled sun-blind truths
of past in dry desert of hungry sands
where the veined clot rises to the lung of moon.
Revival of black magic takes place, marking
the boundaries of denial, you will not cross
the line of fire, till the shade between evil
and good was obliterated and sins become
bones of dreams.
Will you wait on the gate, till eternity
accepts you as a forgotten child of
wronged parents? I shall start calling
the names of innocent bystanders.
poem by Satish Verma
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Ritual
Tonight at sunset
it feels as if you will be back
and I prepare a place
at the table for you,
as if you are going to be there
to eat with me.
I am silly,
as I know that you
are visiting your cousin tonight,
but the dogs are restless
and the black cat
climbs on my lap
and I put two plates in place.
l’Envoi
With an additional chair, glass and candle
I wait till dark
and the food is already cold
when I eat it later
and tomorrow when you are back
still feels far and distant.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Where Did You Sleep Last Night? (live)
My girl, my girl
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In a patch, in a patch
Where the sun never shines
And my body shivered all night
My girl, my girl
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In a patch, in a patch
Where the sun never shines
And my body shivered all night
Her husband was a hard working man
Killed a mile and a half from here
His head was found on a driving wheel
And his body never was found
My girl, my girl
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In a patch, in a patch
Where the sun never shines
My body shivered all night
My girl, my girl
Where will you go
To a place where the cold wind blows
To a patch, to a patch
Where the sun never shines
And my body shivers all night
My girl, my girl
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In a patch, in a patch
Where the sun never shines
And my body shivered all night
song performed by by Hole
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