…… Must Unbelieve
No more the sun was hot.
October shadows were clinging to hills.
I was ready
to speak, to negate and to kindle the dust.
The issues were floating in the wind
like bleached skin of the dying man.
You could look through it and beyond.
Do you think the ageless will die?
The impotent rage will speak for the street?
I wanted to negate the remains of pedagogy,
the shoddy make-up of the lies,
and the men, in ugly immorality-
cutting the truth to the bone
with roars of laughter,
bidding for the flesh of carved saints.
The faithful must unbelieve
in the history of the star,
who could not reach the earth.
Time was creating fear.
poem by Satish Verma
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Pyrrhic victory
how do you make coercion
your ally?
will you try to use
the moral lesson
that teaches nothing
but fear?
i shall run the risk
of this Pyrrhic victory
to have you in
my heart
and yet negate you
in my flesh
and that ally of the mind
exploits
and negates
my triumph in love
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Prose Poetics-11
Most awaited leadership
Most awaited movement...
Who can negate
Such timely effort
Who can negate Anna Hazare..
Like an oasis in a desert
His is anti-corruption-venture
They don't keep up their
Election promises
Politicians keep up with
Sham gifts and cash only
I found people around here
Awaiting till last minute
For the bribe conscienceless
Is this a wakeless land
ceaselessly..?
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Dust 2...
If dust could only talk
What would we hear it say?
Before it's brushed aside
Just as it's swept away
It's just the evidence
It's of no consequence
It's only flesh and bone
Why don't you leave it alone?
If dust could only speak
Caught in a falling beam
If dust could only cry
If dust could only scream
For it's the single witness that might testify
Could I spit out the truth?
Or would you rather just swallow a lie?
But dust is always caught behind a coat of pain
Beneath the marble fingernails of kings and saints
And in the theatre curtain where they hang a drape
Or in the ticket pocket where your hands escape
Before they start to wander
Or they start to shrink
You rub your eye a little and appear to blink
And then she caught you staring
She knows what you're thinking
What got into you is not a ghost as such
It was just dust
Here comes the juggernaut
Here come The Poisoners
They choke the life and land
And rob the joy from us
Why do they taste of sugar?
Oh, when they're made of money
Here come the Lamb of God
And the butcher's boy, Sonny
Well, I believe we just
Become a speck of dust
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Ringfinger
Well youve got me working so heard lately.
Working my hands until they bleed.
If I was twice the man I could be.
Id still be half of what you need
Still you lead me and I follow
Anything you ask you know Ill do.
But this one act of consecration is what I ask of you
Ringfinger.
Promise carved in stone.
Deeper than the sea.
Ringfinger.
Sever flesh and bone
And offer it to me.
You just left me nailed here.
Hanging like jesus on the cross.
Ill be dying for your sins.
And aiding to the cause.
Ringfinger.
Promise carved in stone.
Deeper than the sea.
Ringfinger.
Sever flesh and bone
And offer it to me.
Wrap my eyes in bandages.
Confessions I see through.
I get everything I want.
When I get part of you.
Ringfinger.
Promise carved in stone.
Deeper than the sea.
Ringfinger.
Sever flesh and bone
And offer it to me.
Ringfinger.
Promise carved in stone.
Deeper than the sea.
Ringfinger.
Devils flesh and bone
Do something for me.
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Speak With Kindness (Or Do Not Speak At All)
speak with kindness,
or do not speak at all.
speak not of judgement,
you are not the judge.
speak not of salvation,
let your living be your scriptures.
speak not of scriptures,
let your actions be your holy book.
speak not as apostle or teacher,
speak as a human being.
speak not of god,
then god will speak through you!
speak not as a man,
for you are woman too.
speak not with hateful malice,
for love does not work that way.
speak not as a prophet or seer,
speak as compassion made flesh.
speak not of morality,
speak of connection.
speak not of authority,
the tree and the leaf have just as much.
speak not of holiness,
for all that lives be holy.
speak with kindness...
or do not speak at all!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Same Story, The same History
...and so the same story is told
the same history is made....
why always speak of descrimination
why always speak of war
why always speak of class
why always speak of injustice
why always speak of poverty
why always speak of rebellion....
why not speak of equality
why not speak of peace
why not speak of respect
why not speak of wisdom
why not speak of production
why not speak of working together...
...and so the same story is told
the same history is made.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Fear of Death
In death we die alone
to dust and bone
we return to take our
rightful place on earths throne
Dying of an endless cancer
Whispers on the cold clay earth
A stillness in the air
Filled by sudden fear
When the shadows of darkness
are knowingly very near
A stillness in the air
Filled by sudden fear
Whats next, When and where
Curiosity of thoughts
above or beyond
A heart beats endlessly
pondering on what is out there
which remains a mystery
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Our Time Has Come
Our time has come, we're gonna
Walk in the sun,oh
I've packed my hopes,
We're ready to roll,
We're on our way
With a little faith we can
Step from the shadows and
Tell everyone
Turn the spotlight on
Now our time has come
Our time has come, we're heading
Strait for the sun, oh
With heart and soul,
Watch us go,
We're on our way
With a little love we know
Nothing can stop us, so
Tell everyone
Turn the spotlight on
Now our time has come
Are you ready to wish upon a star?
Well i'll be ready to follow my own heart
Are you ready to be set free?
Well i'll be ready to reach out for that dream
Just over the horizon
Our time has come, we're gonna
Walk in the sun,oh
I've packed my hopes,
We're ready to roll,
We're on our way
With a little faith we can
Step from the shadows and
Tell everyone
Turn the spotlight on
Now our time has come
Are you ready to wish upon a star?
Well i'll be ready to follow my own heart
Are you ready to be set free?
Well i'll be ready to reach out for that dream
Just over the horizon
Our time has come we're gonna
Walk in the sun, oh
I've packed my hopes,
We're ready to roll,
We're on our way
With a little love we know
Nothing can stop us, so
Tell everyone
Turn the spotlight on
Now our time has come
Can you feel the power, now
The day is ours
For you and i
There comes a time
To hold our heads high
Make a little history
Each time we dare to dream
Tell everyone
Turn the spotlight on
Now our time has come
Our time has come we're gonna
Walk in the sun, oh
I've packed my hopes,
We're ready to roll,
We're on our way
Make a little history
Each time we dare to dream
Tell everyone
Turn the spotlight on
Now our time has come
Our time has come
Our time
song performed by by Wilsons
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Our Time Has Come
Our time has come, we're gonna
Walk in the sun,oh
I've packed my hopes,
We're ready to roll,
We're on our way
With a little faith we can
Step from the shadows and
Tell everyone
Turn the spotlight on
Now our time has come
Our time has come, we're heading
Strait for the sun, oh
With heart and soul,
Watch us go,
We're on our way
With a little love we know
Nothing can stop us, so
Tell everyone
Turn the spotlight on
Now our time has come
Are you ready to wish upon a star?
Well i'll be ready to follow my own heart
Are you ready to be set free?
Well i'll be ready to reach out for that dream
Just over the horizon
Our time has come, we're gonna
Walk in the sun,oh
I've packed my hopes,
We're ready to roll,
We're on our way
With a little faith we can
Step from the shadows and
Tell everyone
Turn the spotlight on
Now our time has come
Are you ready to wish upon a star?
Well i'll be ready to follow my own heart
Are you ready to be set free?
Well i'll be ready to reach out for that dream
Just over the horizon
Our time has come we're gonna
Walk in the sun, oh
I've packed my hopes,
We're ready to roll,
We're on our way
With a little love we know
Nothing can stop us, so
Tell everyone
Turn the spotlight on
Now our time has come
Can you feel the power, now
The day is ours
For you and i
There comes a time
To hold our heads high
Make a little history
Each time we dare to dream
Tell everyone
Turn the spotlight on
Now our time has come
Our time has come we're gonna
Walk in the sun, oh
I've packed my hopes,
We're ready to roll,
We're on our way
Make a little history
Each time we dare to dream
Tell everyone
Turn the spotlight on
Now our time has come
Our time has come
Our time
song performed by by Wilsons
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160.Haunting Suicides
The battle fought
Between my soul and mind,
My conventions and contradictions,
My being and my death
Call it suicide and open the doors.
My inability to negate
My own self ever since long
Surrendering myself
To self chosen ignorance
Call it suicide and aerate the room.
Trying to still
The mind in the self
Impotent with pen and ink
Hungers to write history with sword
Call it suicide and sterilize the room.
Understanding the cosmos
But never the ego
Neglecting the self
Try to reach the summit of life
Call it suicide and incense the space.
Trying to tread the trodden path
The highroad of pride
Forgetting the inner spark
The elevating element of absolute
Call it suicide and disintegrate me to pieces!
4 10 08
poem by Rajagopal Haran
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In Memory of David Archer (LIV)
The words are always as
strange and dead as those
fragments and oddments that
the wave casts up on the shore:
I stand in the sea mist
gazing down at the white
words and old bits of wood
and wonder what they were for.
I think that they were not
ever intended to do
what, when we seek to speak,
we believe that they may:
they cannot bear us up
the frothy words and like
wings at the lame foot
lift us out of the clay.
For all the reflections
I call up out of the sea
(they seem to speak as the shell
seems to speak for the sea)
are no more truly here
than the wind weaving sand
into shapes of things
we think that we know and see.
When in the evening sky
a single star appears
over my head, and the moon
out of the cloud lifts its face,
when the white gull turns
or the high plover hovers
to tell me with a cry
I trespass in this place:
What I see, then, with
that cloud my witness is
not shapes of the mind or wind
like the slow rainbowings
of the dolphin's skin as it dies
but, as though from the cloud
I saw my bone walk the shore,
the theology of all things.
The white stones and the old
odd bits of sea blanched wood,
Overstrand and the swinging
lighthouse glimpsed in the mists,
they flash in the prisms and I
believe for a moment I see
the dazzling atoms dancing
in every thing that exists.
The children dance on the shore.
The waves dies on the sand.
The spray blows to and fro,
the children dance and die.
What waves are these that dance
with the children on the sand?
I hear them calling, but cannot
hear what it is that they cry.
I neither understand
nor know why I am moved
beyond these words by the
odd bits of bleached wood
cast up on Overstrand
or by the black and twisted
October evening tree
dying beside the road.
or by the child of midnight
so deep asleep but still
lost in the corridors
of the mansions of dust,
by any or by all
ceremonial evidence
attesting that we love
simply because we must.
I walk upon Overstrand shore
and the crab at my foot
inscribes praise in the sand.
The wave bursts with glory
because it rises up like
angels out of the sea,
and the dead starfish burns
on Overstrand promontory.
Why do I hear them cry
out from the far side of life,
those forms and impulses
unborn beyond the sky?
Why should they hope and seek
above all else to be?
Tonight on Overstrand
I know for one moment why.
poem by George Barker
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Fall (Herbst)
The leaves are falling, falling as from far,
from wilting in the heavens' farthest gardens:
They're falling to negate the summer's mirth.
And in the nights the heavy Earth
falls into solitude from star to star.
We all are falling. This my hand here bends.
And look at others: Fall's in all their calling.
And yet there's One, who's holding all this falling
forever tender in His upturned hands...
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke (1902), translated by Walter Aue
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The truth in you
I seek the truth in you
The weak lie is not you
So speak up, yes you
The truth hurts but it works
The truth simplifies and dignifies
The truth sooths preserving your youth
I ask the truth of you
Cry now, take a tissue
So speak up, yes you
The truth signifies and modifies
The truth is within and the best way to begin
The truth is a good start especially for sweethearts
I need the truth of you
Simply choose your venue
So speak up, yes you
The truth to any degree
Is a starting point to be free
Just like one and two make three
So speak up, yes you
If you agree
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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The Ugly Truth About Her
ITS TIME TO FACE THE UGLY TRUTH ABOUT HER
SHE'S STRONG SHE'S WILLING BUT SHE'S NOT UNDERSTANDING
ITS TIME TO FAE THE UGLY TRUTH ABOUT HER
SHE WILL MAKE YOU LAUGH SHE WILL MAKE YOU CRY BUT ALSO WATCH YOU DIE
ITS TIME TO FACE THE UGLY TRUTH ABOUT HER
SHE WILL BE THERE FOR YOU BUT SHE WILL NOT ALWAYS BE TRUE
ITS TIME TO FACE THE UGLY TRUTH ABOUT HER
SHE'S DETERMINED SHE'S A WINNER BUT REGARD YOU AS A LONER
IT'S TIME TO FACE THE UGLY TRUTH ABOUT HER
SHE MY FRIEND IS THE REASON WHY YOU ARE HURT INSIDE
AND SHE'S THE ONE WHO PROMISED TO BE ON YOUR SIDE
THIS IS THE UGLY TRUTH ABOUT HER
poem by Gerry Mark
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Nothing
I speak of no truth
I speak of no lies
just as the passing wind
no meaning in it's whispers.
I came from nothing
now trying to take everything
which in the end will be nothing
as I go back to nothing.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Starlight - Starbright
Darkness is all around
Evening has gone to bed
One lonely star appears
Just above my head
I would be quite saddened
If this was it's destined plight
But soon a million others
Will illuminate this night
That shall be too late I fear
I must speak my wishes now
It has to be the first star
To present my plea or vow
So I beg of you this moment
Oh radiant and beautiful star
That brightens up the universe
From a distance oh so far
Please make the world more gentle
Silence the cannons roars
Omit all the senseless hatred
And put an end to all the wars.
poem by Carl F. Stratton
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The ugly human face
Wailing with tears and
Helplessly in commotion,
All of you’re telling to write
The history of hatred, enmity, killings,
The history of human ugly face.
My pen is dried up,
Tell me in which medium,
And language should I write.
Where to begin and
Where to end
Such history of human ugly face.
Oh! Betrayer
You’re telling me to wipe out from the history
Of such human ugly face,
That shattered and shook human conscience,
That haunts the face of those innocent people,
Killed and hurt; widows and orphans.
That hums: that reminds.
Telling me just to close my eyes.
But I’m not blind.
Telling me not to speak,
But I’m not dumb.
Telling me not to write the truth,
But I cannot write anything but the truth.
How can I deceive the history where I belong?
Human memory is short,
Tears would dry up,
The blood would be washed away with time
But the silent words, written in the heart of each human ugly face
Imbedded forever and immortal.
Let me dip the pen in the smeared blood,
The blood of all religions, caste, creed and colour, poor and rich,
The thick blood of those innocent persons.
poem by Dr.bhagya Chandra Rajkumar
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That Breakfast In Bed....
i should have known better,
you,
having seen only your name
and what you write, i have read
those lovely lines
that speak about two bodies
of fusing shadows, under the
olive trees,
i should have known better,
that breakfast in bed
does not serve my
woes any better,
shall i be Psyche all the time
and you be
the Cupid in that darkness?
i turn off the candle of trust,
to feel you, but my hands and fingers
do not know what
softness is,
from the harsh climate of the forest,
my manners have become
ten monkeys,
shall i have a nice sleep with you in bed?
you ugly gorilla
thick skin and flabby face,
foul hair and drooping eyes,
old and dying,
for in truth, the only living thing is you
is the thought between the lines
you are as distant as the horizon
as false as the
mythical pot at the foot of the rainbow.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dark Times Swallow the Soul
Dark times swallow the soul
Grips the heart into silence
Until nothing remains whole,
Until one lies with Absence.
Dark times eat up all Hope
A trophy of Will's defeat.
Like cataracts, blindness gropes
Perhaps Success, there to meet.
Dark times are misty days
Fade and blown to nothingness
Choice can negate it away
Welcome sunshine, a new day!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Young Poets
You speak for the lakes, the trees and the birds
You say what they'd say if they had the words.
Make PEACE and be proud, choose well every choice
Speak HOPE and speak loud, you are Nature's voice.
Speak with respect now, for jungles and streams,
Speak for all wildlife and dream giant dreams.
Speak with great courage, speak up and speak out,
Write with a whisper or write with a SHOUT!
Stand up young poets for clean air and rivers,
Free verse or lyric; your message delivers...
Truth to the future citizens of earth,
Speak of your freedom your friends and self worth.
Speak for tomorrow and though you're still young,
Speak for the Forest, your pen is her tongue.
The world waits to hear your songs still unsung
Words posses power, you can write the wrongs
Teach us and lead us with Poems and with songs.
Speak now for nature, for trees and for birds,
Defenders of Earth choose carefullly your words!
poem by ToddMichael St. Pierre
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