2007! So What! !
I watched in horror,
your pride was tilting.
The landscape was losing the freedom of anonymity.
The labels were rejecting,
the moods of winds,
and embarrassing the consensual sleep.
Where was the need of constructing the arches
on ugly roads,
when mob was indulging in incestuous manner?
Incognito moves the truth, crest fallen.
I had been on edge since long.
This human atrophy was appalling,
while I was searching a doomed culture,
in orchards of wits.
Two thousand seven, and still our angular limbs
cannot move the time.
poem by Satish Verma
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Incognito
(incognito)
The man behind the mask
(incognito)
At the masquerades board?
(incognito)
Can you see through his disguise?
(incognito)
Is he a friend of yours
(incognito)
The man behind the mask
(incognito)
A face you cant conceal?
(incognito)
I can see through your disguise
Standing in the dark
Hidden in the crowd
(incognito)
Trying to see your face
Chasing shadows through
(incognito)
The night
(incognito)
song performed by by Incognito
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Hello to Stubborn Moves
Hello to stubborn moves.
A mindless fight that's fought,
With ugly moods.
And no one understands the reason why,
They sit defying...
Derailing attempts they don't try.
Denying with good alibis.
The goodness of life that slips by.
Hoorayed...
And uncompromised.
Hello to stubborn moves.
A mindless fight that's fought,
With ugly moods.
And no one stops although it's very clear,
Destruction is near.
And nurtured before their own eyes.
But this is not minimized,
To scrutinize and analyze.
Hello to stubborn moves.
A mindless fight that's fought,
With ugly moods.
And no one understands the reason why,
They sit defying...
Derailing attempts they don't try.
Denying with good alibis.
The goodness of life that slips by.
Hoorayed...
And uncompromised.
With a quality of life prized...
Kicked to the curb,
For a long gutter ride...
No one likes.
But rides!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Extension 33
Living at the y, extension 33,
Nothing to care or to worry.
Once I was in love with a blind man,
But my auntie told me, dont do it, its not worth it.
Living at the y, 33 years,
No one to call or to write to.
Once I was in love with a married man,
But my instincts told me, dont tell him, itll kill you.
Im sad I didnt marry the blind man,
But whats a life with three blind children?
Im glad I never told the married man,
It saved my pride and freedom.
Living at the y, in 33 rooms,
Nowhere to visit or write to.
Once I was in love, it nearly killed me,
But now I have my pride and freedom.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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That Which Caused My Loneliness
That which caused my loneliness,
Are disagreements.
My pride hurt so much that it might never heal.
A slight mistake,
I must pay for it.
Were we to turn back time,
I might have been the victor.
Melancholic I feel,
I wander around aimlessly.
Truth be told,
Why have I reacted in such a way?
The answer might be thus;
I am human.
We are such that petty things make us fall out.
I have left you,
But I long to rejoin you.
But my pride does not allow it,
For we are humans.
But I digress,
This has spurred me.
Perhaps now I can see myself more clearly,
I will not waste the chance you have given me,
Intentional or not.
Now, as I move on,
I shall remember,
My pride as a human.
My ego is truly that which caused my loneliness.
poem by Tng Wee Song Wilson
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On The Edge Of The Edge Of The Edge
ON THE EDGE OF THE EDGE OF THE EDGE
On the edge of the edge of the edge
There is nowhere to go-
Home is lost,
And all the distances have broken down-
One cannot move
One can only fear-
On the edge of the edge of the edge
Falling is fear-
And holding one’s ground
One step at a time
Is a small miracle
One is not sure
One can make alone.
On the edge of the edge of the edge-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I'm Not Losing Sleep
Yes, I've read the morning papers
Telling me that you've made money
Do you think I'm gonna crawl, then think again
Though I'm dressed in rags, I'm richer
Though I eat from tins, I'm healthier
Though I live in slums, I'm purer than you, my friend
Too bad, I'm not losing sleep
[Too bad] I'm just counting sheep
[Too bad] I'm not losing sleep, my friend
Look around and see the friends
The ones you left, our friends deserted
See the guys that used to talk and drink with you
Don't look down your nose at me
'Cause I won't ask your sympathy
I won't be your yes-sir man for anything
Too bad, I'm not losing sleep
[Too bad] I'm just counting sheep
[Too bad] I'm not losing sleep, my friend
I would walk with you
Talk with you, drink with you
If you drop that halo that you're wearing on the ground
Too bad, I'm not losing sleep
[Too bad] I'm just counting sheep
[Too bad] I'm not losing sleep, my friend
I can't get my satisfaction
Knowing you won't get reaction
What makes me the big attraction anyway
It's too bad, I'm not losing sleep
[Too bad] I'm just counting sheep
[Too bad] I'm not losing sleep, my friend
Too bad, I'm not losing sleep
[Too bad] I'm just counting sheep
[Too bad] I'm not losing sleep, my friend
Oh, it's too bad, I'm not losing sleep
[Too bad] I'm just counting sheep
[Too bad] I'm not losing sleep, my friend
song performed by by David Bowie
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Move Right Out
Rick astley & rob fisher
She comes home in the morning light
Tries to hide the secret of last night
Tells a tale of working late
Says the things she knows I hate
Why should I convince myself
That she loves me and no one else
Feels like time to break the chains
I wont be fooled again
Gonna take my time
Gonna take whats mine
Im gonna move right out
Gonna take my time
Gonna keep my pride
Gonna move right out yeah
When we kiss theres no flame
But I believe Im not to blame
When we touch its by mistake
Tenderness she just cant fake
Who does she think I am
To let her love another man
I wont take another day
I just refuse to stay
Gonna take my time
Gonna take whats mine
Im gonna move right out
Gonna take my time
Gonna keep my pride
Gonna move right out
Gonna take my time
Gonna take whats mine
Im gonna move right out
Gonna take my time
Gonna keep my pride
Gonna move right out yeah
Oh I love her I really care
The days so long when shes not there
But I believe it just aint right
To see her with someone else tonight
Hear me now
Gonna take my time
Gonna take whats mine
Im gonna move right out
Gonna take my time
Gonna keep my pride
Gonna move right out
Gonna take my time
Gonna take whats mine
Im gonna move right out
Gonna take my time
Gonna keep my pride
Gonna move right out yeah
song performed by by Rick Astley
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A Little Long Time
At breakfast tea & some toast are nice
the TV's on I'm lying in bed
My feed are cold and my cheeks are red
I pat my real fat cat
Nobody knows my secret dreams,
Nobody knows why I can't sleep
But if you ever felt before
like I feel now you know much more.
A little long time I watched TV
A little long time I drank my tea
A little long time I tapped my feet
But all the time I thought of you
The spinach tastes like raspberry jelly
The snow sounds like the buzzards bees
The rain is like the childrens laughter
And everything is like a dream.
A little long time I watched TV
A little long time I drank my tea
A little long time I tapped my feet
But all the time I thought of you
A little long time I watched TV
A little long time I drank my tea
A little long time I tapped my feet
But all the time I thought of you
song performed by by Wonderwall
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Perchance to Sleep
She remembers how he
Would watch her sleep
His eyes running over her
From toes to the top of her
Head and she pretending
To be asleep taking control
Of her breathing being the
Actress putting on a show
Keeping her limbs just so
And now and then to move
Them as she would in sleep
No doubt move a little shift
About and she recalls how
Once he touched her and
She had to keep utterly
Frozen her limbs stiff trying
To keep him out of her inner
Being and that touch he gave
Lingered over her thigh and
Then moved along it softly
As if he wanted to wake her
Gently not wake her in a start
Not to get all wound up and
Frightened and that time he
Nearly caught her out nearly
Broke up the acting put her
On the spot but she managed
To keep control of her nerves
And limbs and opened her
Mouth just so as to utter
Nonsense words sleep induced
Ramble and he took no notice
And she caught sight of him
Through a slit of her eyelids him
Standing there that stupid look
On his face his eyes wide and
The whites almost drowning
The dark pupils and now knowing
He was out of the room she can
Open her eyes and breathe out
And sniff the air and sense he'd
Been standing there the smell
Of his cigarette breath and his
Lack of personal hygiene and
She moves her limbs and her
Jaw and wiggles her nose and
Toes preparing herself for when
He comes back and she resumes
The show not wanting sex with
Him but not wanting him to know.
poem by Terry Collett
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Ugly Moods
Correction!
I did not say you were ugly.
Not in a physical way.
I meant you had ugly moments.
And you seem to bring them,
With you everyday.
No one denies,
You have looks for the eyes.
And if you kept your mouth shut sometimes...
You will find me more in your presence.
But it is your attitude,
That keeps me distanced.
And right now you are not being pleasant.
This is not the 'essence' I expected.
I am honest like that.
Do you want me to lie?
I did not say you were ugly.
You do have ugly moods.
And I can get very ugly myself...
That is how I recognize
That 'thing' I despise,
In you!
I do.
And two like us sharing that ugliness,
Do not need to be in the same room to feud.
I do not have to prove,
I can get uglier than you!
Even though that would be a challenge.
When you get through being so ugly...
Without your lips hanging down,
That's when I will come back around!
Have a good day!
Right now...
That is all I wish to you to say!
And yes...
You can be,
Very disagreeable and quite ugly!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Im Not Loosing Sleep
Yes, Ive read the morning papers
Telling me that youve made money
Do you think Im gonna crawl, then think again
Though Im dressed in rags, Im richer
Though I eat from tins, Im healthier
Though I live in slums, Im purer than you, my friend
Too bad, Im not losing sleep
[too bad] Im just counting sheep
[too bad] Im not losing sleep, my friend
Look around and see the friends
The ones you left, our friends deserted
See the guys that used to talk and drink with you
Dont look down your nose at me
cause I wont ask your sympathy
I wont be your yes-sir man for anything
Too bad, Im not losing sleep
[too bad] Im just counting sheep
[too bad] Im not losing sleep, my friend
I would walk with you
Talk with you, drink with you
If you drop that halo that youre wearing on the ground
Too bad, Im not losing sleep
[too bad] Im just counting sheep
[too bad] Im not losing sleep, my friend
I cant get my satisfaction
Knowing you wont get reaction
What makes me the big attraction anyway
Its too bad, Im not losing sleep
[too bad] Im just counting sheep
[too bad] Im not losing sleep, my friend
Too bad, Im not losing sleep
[too bad] Im just counting sheep
[too bad] Im not losing sleep, my friend
Oh, its too bad, Im not losing sleep
[too bad] Im just counting sheep
[too bad] Im not losing sleep, my friend
song performed by by David Bowie
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I am being watched..
Wherever I go, I am watched,
even to the loo, I am watched,
While driving the car,
crossing the signals,
Walking in the malls,
Talking in the halls,
I am watched.
When the smoking alarms go on,
I am watched.
When the traffic tickets issued,
I am watched.
When the bills are not paid,
I am watched.
When the bills are over due,
I am warned.
When my accounts are watched,
when my status is watched,
when my orientation is watched,
What freedom do I talk about?
When my finger prints are stored,
When my eyes are photographed,
When photographs are safe kept,
What freedom do I have?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Roadways
Roads are making sense to the citizenry,
Can they travel long distances?
Can thoughts enter a ghastly mind
Which melts under the sun, in the brain?
Roads will enthuse the community at large
And affect their moods and climate of opinion.
Shall we certainly reject the injured?
They, the leprosy, are against roads.
But we are the fit to celebrate the country
By going to it, by managing safety on the roads.
Each road is greatly admired and minds are helped
By the heat of the sun and all it emits.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Searching
I've been in search for a while now.
Although for what Im not quite sure.
I belive I want the answer to my troubles.
And the strength to move on.
I wish I could put things in the past where they belong.
But the search goes on and on.
Im trying to find what Im searching for.
But what am I searching for.
I dont quite know.
I've been searching for a long time.
But just what am I searching for?
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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He Found Himself By Losing
He found himself by losing!
Race after race,
Kept him paced with rejecting,
His innervision coming from within himself.
And he had no plans to schedule a meeting,
Anytime soon.
He had fallen in love,
With beating himself down!
Something he knew he did,
But not honest enough to admit...
He himself has done it!
Infatuated with self loothing,
A smile feared to show upon his face!
And everyday...
He seemed to enjoy the company
Of low self esteem.
He prowled on the scene to display
His thoughtless and mean side.
Establishing his disposition.
But then...
He has found himself by losing,
Concepts of restrictions.
When he slipped and fell on an outspoken yell
That evoked his truth to rescue him,
From conformity.
It was not liked!
And nothing about it,
Struck a note of excitement.
From those who thought his mind had snapped!
He stopped revolving on that dog track!
And barked back to reveal his discomfort.
He has found himself,
By losing myths...
That dragons can not do anything more,
Than blow flame.
Or become upset when little things annoy.
He found himself...
And the right to throw his uptight caution to the wind.
He has found himself by losing...
And leaving that losing self he felt behind,
With excuses to abuse that made this all begin.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Culture
If we put closure to culture
Then in isolated torture
We suffer as human creatures
So shall we remain cultured?
And mature slowly in grace
Or attempt losing face
At a certain time or a place!
Even the scriptures and sculptures
Historical or man-made
That we rely upon with to trade
Are not exempt from culture
So what is it about culture?
That makes a pleasant picture
This cultivated feature
Inspiring us to venture into adventures
Nod our heads in distasteful gestures
At certain unpleasant natures
For the values a society captures
With or without structure
Right now or in the future
If I may have to lecture
Is acknowledged as culture!
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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The Long And Winding Road
we were there on those long and winding roads
i got dizzy
and you talk about them
like you talk about a love that is still to come
a tryst, a night designed for love,
a honeymoon, after a woo, a worship,
honestly, i do not love these long and winding roads,
i get dizzy all the time,
why should roads be long and winding
who ever fixed it that way? who ever ruled the earth
with long and winding roads
why can't roads be straight like the way we long
and look at the sky?
i like bridges, those long and straight ones,
my gaze is fixed, my travel determined,
you drive the car, and i sleep all through our journey.
now, i don't get dizzy at all.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Orchards
Orchards in the Spring-time! Oh, I think and think of them,—
Filmy mists of pink and white above the fresh, young green,
Lifting and drifting,—how my eyes could drink of them,
I'm staring at a dirty wall beyond a big machine.
Orchards in the Spring-time! Deep in soft, cool shadows,—
Moving all together when the west wind blows
Fragrance upon fragrance over road and meadows—
I'm smelling heat and oil and sweat, and thick, black clothes.
Orchards in the Spring-time! The clean white and pink of them
Lifting and drifting with all the winds that blow.
Orchards in the Spring-time! Thank God I still can think of them!
You're not docked for thinking, — if the foreman doesn't know.
poem by Theodosia Garrison
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I Have Gone Long, Long Time
I have gone long, long time
Not knowing where to find you-
Peace was never meant for me,
Only heartache and tears-
I have gone long, long time
Without you, darling,
Losing hope that we'll ever
Be together,
But I walked alone and stayed
The course-
I have gone long, long time
Thinking of you, knowing
It was you who would be
There in the end-
The light that would lead me
Back home.
I have gone long, long time
Loving you and missing you,
Knowing well that the path
Would be winding and filled
With pain.
I have gone long, long time
Through the rivers of solitude,
Through the nights of despair,
Through the crowds of anonymity-
Just to hear your voice crystal clear,
Just to touch your lips and feel
The warmth of your hands,
Embracing me.
I have gone long, long time
Through the hills of pain
And the deserts of banality,
Through the corridors filled
With empty laughter and ignorance.
I have gone long, long time
Just to tell you I love you, darling.
March 7,2006
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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