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A Sickened Craft

Waiting for a chaste bread, whole
life under the moon,
to speak off the inconsistency of
happiness,
with a monologue
of a needle in eyes
for a madness of sublime verse.

Canoeing in a frozen lake
for a stranded rose,
you stop at a bosky bank.
A weeping willow greets
the lost son.

A school bag measures the knowledge
of surrounding hills, who had
plucked out the stars
from the sky.

poem by Satish Verma
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A Ballad Maker

ONCE I loved a maiden fair,
Over the hills and jar away,
Lands she had and lovers to spare,
Over the hills and far away.
And I was stooped and troubled sore,
And my face was pale, and the coat I wore
Was thin as my supper the night before
Over the hills and far away.

Once I passed in the Autumn late,
Over the hills and jar away,
Her bawn and barn and painted gate,
Over the hills and jar away.
She was leaning there in the twilight space,
Sweet sorrow was on her fair young face,
And her wistful eyes were away from the place,
Over the hills and jar away.

Maybe she thought as she watched me come,
Over the hills and jar away,
With my awkward stride and my face so glum,
Over the hills and jar away.
Spite of his stoop, he still is young,
They say he goes the Shee among,
Ballads he makes; I've heard them sung
Over the hills and jar away.

She gave me good-night in gentle wise,
Over the hills and jar away,
Shyly lifting to mine, dark eyes,
Over the hills and jar away.
What could I do but stop and speak,
And she no longer proud, but meek?
She plucked me a rose like her wild-rose cheek-
Over the hills and jar away.

To-morrow Mavourneen a sleeveen weds,
Over the hills and jar away,
With corn in haggard and cattle in sheds,
Over the hills and jar away.
And I who have lost her, the dear, the rare-
Well, I got me this ballad to sing at the fair,
Twill bring enough money to drown my care,
Over the hills and jar away.

poem by Padraic Colum
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Willow Tree

Let me be your weeping willow tree
Surround you with my long limbs
My dear, let me grow in the shade
In the sands by the bank of your river
Let I drink from your streams
The cool breeze fill my leaves
We will sing together
Water over the pebbles
And Ill be by your side forever
I wish I was a weeping willow tree
I wish I was a weeping willow tree
I wish I was a weeping willow tree
Sweet river caress how softly
Stir my searching roots
Shading the sun in the summers heat
Let I cool you
We have been dancing so long
In the winters freeze and the summers drought
We survive
We belong
Let us sing together
Water over the pebbles
And Ill be by your side forever
I wish I was your weeping willow tree
I wish I was a weeping willow tree
I wish I was a weeping willow tree
Let us sing together
Water over the pebbles
And Ill be by your side forever
Let us sing together
Water over the pebbles
And Ill be by your side forever
We can sing together
Water over the pebbles
And Ill be by your side forever
Let me be
Your willow tree
Your willow tree

song performed by by G. Love & Special Sauce
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I Like It Here (part Two)

i like it here
i speak my lines i deliver them and there is no one to listen

how do i know you listening?
but even if i know you are there
it does not really matter

i am here only to speak
and i do not want to hear you talking back

i like it here
this place is simply perfect
for my circumlocution
my monologue
the way i speak to the moon
when the stars are so silent and unminding

the way i talk to the river when it simply passes by its banks
the way i talk to a stone, a tree, a pole, a cloud,

the way i talk to a glass one day whose water i have all drank
the way i talk to a horse, a dog, a cat,

or even to a pillow all wet with my tears.

i like this monologue.
i burst and then i live anew
for another day
tomorrow.

yes, i like it too
talking to your picture that i keep many years ago.
black and white and scented
with moth balls.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Plucked A Rose From A Garden Green......

By Murtaza Abt

I plucked a rose from a garden green,
Of beauty never felt or seen,
Hoping that it would never wilt,
And always be as always been.

I plucked a rose from a garden green,
with a happy blissful heart,
And promised i would hold it tight,
And never would we part.

I plucked a rose from a garden green,
But little did i know,
That not in endless love and care,
But gardens do they grow.

I plucked a rose from a garden green,
And took it home with me,
But little did it stay the way,
The way t'was meant to be.

I plucked a rose from a garden green,
And it began to grieve,
Over gardens green and meadows lush,
As it was sad to leave.

I plucked a rose from a garden green,
And it began to wilt,
And wither in that unknown land,
it filled my heart with guilt.

I plucked a rose from a garden green,
And it began to die,
For happiness i had only asked,
But i began to cry.

....................................

I have p L ucked y O u from a garden green,
Your beauty i VE never felt or seen,
Hoping that YOU will never wilt,
And always be as always been.

09/Nov/09

poem by Murtaza Abt
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To the sad sweetheart [Iubitei întristate]

I'd like a clear blue sky and peace and vivid light,
A garden, as in tales, to please and charm my sight,
With many lilac blossoms and shaded paths to take,
And weeping willow trees surrounding a small lake...

And you to be in it, a fountain of pure bliss!
With big and limpid eyes, thin waist and gentle kiss,
My dear beloved queen, with flowers as your friends,
To give you from my heart a love that never ends.

To see that you're not sad, but full of life and grace,
With smile upon your lips and with a rosy face,
Forgetting that you are a puppet in life's show,
And safe from all the pains which in your way will flow...

poem by George Topîrceanu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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Old Moon Madness

Late, sometime before midnight
He comes creeping up
And before you get him sussed
Hes gone before dusk
And when you arise
Red ruby rings circle your eyes
If its later than you realized
Check with the stars and the skies
Old moon madness has struck again
A howl in the dark light
A flash of teeth bright white
A scream and a bite
Old moon madness has struck again tonight
But theres no need to worry
For the crimes that youve done
Worse has been committed
With no moon madness to blame it on
Old moon madness has struck again
In fact you could say youre lucky
You and me
Mother earth has only one moon
And not three

song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Frozen Love

My icy eyes with frozen tears can see thou,
In icy lands with frozen grass thou live,
When icy sky and frozen stars hide the true
And icy love has frozen thrills to give.

But icy love cannot become eternal
And frozen thrills may disappear in time,
When eyes that dream the true are so infernal
And sky may tear sweet dreams, which are sublime.

When the icy tears will reach my prayer's goal,
In old lands with cruel love instead of true
And grass will grow in vernal, so frozen souls,
The stars will start to shine in unique hue.

poem by Marieta Maglas
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Ask the moon

Ask the moon

Over the hills and deep valleys

flowing between the clouds

and floating in the

savory eyes of lake

a silent little lonely peice of moon

wrapped in sparkle of twinkling stars

constantly moves around

between day and night

how it feels to live in solitude

Ask the moon......

poem by Seema Gupta
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Summer

Remember the days of our first happiness,
how strong we were, how dazed by passion,
lying all day, then all night in the narrow bed,
sleeping there, eating there too: it was summer,
it seemed everything had ripened
at once. And so hot we lay completely uncovered.
Sometimes the wind rose; a willow brushed the window.

But we were lost in a way, didn't you feel that?
The bed was like a raft; I felt us drifting
far from our natures, toward a place where we'd discover nothing.
First the sun, then the moon, in fragments,
stone through the willow.
Things anyone could see.

Then the circles closed. Slowly the nights grew cool;
the pendant leaves of the willow
yellowed and fell. And in each of us began
a deep isolation, though we never spoke of this,
of the absence of regret.
We were artists again, my husband.
We could resume the journey.

Anonymous submission.

poem by Louise Gluck
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Stoning

A weeping willow was telling
a trove of memories,
for an ancient provenance
where the lake sleeps.

Why the sheen of water brings out
ephemerality of ‘if’. You want to
take a holy dip, never to come up again
in the throes of birth and death.

And waves, why they clap when they
are hooked up with the winds? Was it
to marry the sky? I am counting
the stars fallen to the street.

Back to the moon in skunk night
of slimming curves and opulent
nose for a ride in bed, sorting out
the remaining stones.

poem by Satish Verma
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Big Ideas

I've had these jeans since i was born
And now they're ripped and now they're torn
And all my friends have skateboards
I want the toys of other boys
I want a knife and a gun and things
But mom and dad will not give in
And i can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle in
No I can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
And now I know just what it is
It's called disease and it's got my head
It always runs where I hide
Too scared too talk, too scared to try
Too scared to know the reasons why
And all my friends say bye bye
And i can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
No I can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
And i can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
No I can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in

song performed by by Radiohead
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Faithless, The Wonder Boy

I've had these jeans since i was born
And now they're ripped and now they're torn
And all my friends have skateboards
I want the toys of other boys
I want a knife and a gun and things
But mom and dad will not give in
And i can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle in
No i can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
And now i know just what it is
It's called disease and it's got my head
It always runs where i hide
Too scared too talk, too scared to try
Too scared to know the reasons why
And all my friends say bye bye
And i can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
No i can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
And i can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
No i can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in

song performed by by Radiohead
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Rose from my Love

Rose from my love,
My love the black dragon,
With teeth like daggers,
Claws of steel,
Scales of darkness,
And a soul of fire.

Do not raid the village,
Do not steal the maiden,
Just guard the rose,
My rose,
The rose of the dark moon.

Under the cloudy sky,
Surrounded by trees dead and charred,
Looking out at the frozen lake,
Remember me,
And wait for my return.

My sweet dragon,
Dragon of my dreams,
Your soul is dark like me,
Even when that fire goes out,
The rose will remain,
As a memory of our love,
But was that love in vain?

No, not in vain will I die,
I will die in the arms of my love,
My love Mokar,
Protector of my rose,
The rose of the dark moon,
The moon I was born under.

poem by Nicolette Gonzalez
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I laid me down upon a bank..

I laid me down upon a bank
Where love lay sleeping
I heard among the rushes dank
Weeping Weeping

Then I went to the heath & the wild 5
To the thistles & thorns of the waste
And they told me how they were beguild
Driven out & compeld to be chaste

poem by William Blake from Songs and Ballads (1793)
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Song of Madness

Listless and empty, History revisits this winter
Slow moons on the icy river, pale and restless
Shadows jump out, from long abandoned moments
To flee the nights, painted on frozen windows

Darkness whispers his insane monologue
Waiting breathless on a nervous Christmas
Cloaked in brilliant rituals, Life turns up again
Crunching thoughts, to wake up sleeping Hope

Love and Impossibility sat around their dinner table
Passing gifts to eat out of their torrid lives
Some wrapped in tenderness, and some in secrets
Were all eaten in silence, sipping on blood-red thirst

Don't ask the dawn what she has for her new day
She cant sing, when History is still prowling
Everybody is waiting for Christmas to dance in
To slip out on Darkness, to Life and her moves

And so it goes on, Madness, Darkness, Life, and History
Walking around Love and Impossibility, and their dinner
Eating torrid lives with Hope, and waiting for Christmas moves
Fleeing nights and shadows, painted on frozen windows…

poem by Bindu Vijayan
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Winter Sky

Ice-chips plucked whole from the smoke,

the past week’s stars all frozen in flight,

Head over heels the skater’s club goes,

clinking its rink with the peal of night.

Step slow, slower, slow-er, skater,

pride carving its trace as you race by.

each turn’s a constellation cut there,

scratched by a skate in Norway’s sky.

The air is fettered in frozen iron.

Oh, skaters! There – it’s all the same,

that, like snake’s eyes set in ivory,

night’s on earth, a domino game:

that moon, a numb hound’s tongue

is there, frozen tight: that mouths like

the forgers of coins’ – are stung,

filled with lava of breathtaking ice.

poem by Boris Pasternak
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Weeping Willow

When morning breaks
When morning breaks
We hide our eyes and our loves aching
We hide our eyes and our loves aching
Nothings strange
Nothings strange
It was in our hands from 6 to 10
It slipped right out again
It was in our hands from 6 to 10
It slipped right out again
Therell be no better time
Therell be no better way
Therell be no better day to save me
Therell be no better time
Save me
Therell be no better way
Yeah, save me
Therell be no better day to save me
Save me
I hope you see like I see
Yeah, save me
I hope you see what I see
I hope you feel like I feel
I hope you see like I see
And the world dont stop
I hope you see what I see
There is no time for cracking up
I hope you feel like I feel
Believe me friend
cause when freedom comes
Ill be long gone
And the world dont stop
You know it has to end
There is no time for cracking up
Believe me friend
Therell be no better time
cause when freedom comes
Therell be no better way
Ill be long gone
Therell be no better day to save me
You know it has to end
Save me
Yeah, save me
Yeah, save me
Therell be no better time
I hope you see what I see
Therell be no better way
I hope you feel like I feel
Therell be no better day to save me
Someone to stand beside me
Save me
Beside me
Yeah, save me
Beside me
Yeah, save me
Beside me
I hope you see what I see
Beside me
I hope you feel like I feel
Someone to stand beside me
Weeping willow
Beside me
The pills under my pillow
Beside me
Weeping willow
Beside me
Pills under my pillow
Beside me
Weeping willow
The gun under your pillow
Weeping willow
Weeping willow
Beside me
The pills under my pillow
Beside me
Weeping willow
Beside me
Pills under my pillow
Beside me
Weeping willow
The gun under your pillow
Weeping willow
Beside me
Beside me
Beside me
Beside me

song performed by by Verve
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A state of depression

Speak out my dear
Why hath thou in a state of depression?
Speak out my dear
I stand here waiting for thy confession

Depression is not a sign of weakness
Neither an indication of madness

I stand here not to judge you
Simply to take heed to what is true

Depression is not a crime
It only calls for love through time

Depression is a silent voice
Rooted deep inside to stop a crying noise

Speak out my dear
Why hath thou in a state of depression?
Speak out my dear
I stand here waiting for thy confession

What have you lost along the way?
Retrace your steps, I say

Who have you lost?
Take heart, everything in life must rust

What is it you want?
Grant me a permit in your hunt
But first of all let me be blunt
Condemn yourself not for your mistakes
That is what it takes for you to be awake

Life is meant to be messy and greasy
The road is not meant to be easy

Speak out my dear
Why hath thou in a state of depression?
Speak out my dear
I stand here as a friend
My compassionate heart is yours to lend
Merely to give you inspiration
And redeem you of your depression

Thus, speak out my dear!
Why hath thou in a state of depression?

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi

www.sylviachidi.com

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Faithless Wonder Boy

Ive had these jeans since I was born
And now theyre ripped and now theyre torn
And all my friends have skateboards
I want the toys of other boys
I want a knife and a gun and things
But mom and dad will not give in
And I cant put the needle in
Cant put the needle in
I cant put the needle in
No I cant put the needle in
Cant put the needle in
Cant put the needle in
And now I know just what it is
Its called disease and its got my head
It always runs where I hide
Too scared too talk, too scared to try
Too scared to know the reasons why
And all my friends say bye bye
And I cant put the needle in
Cant put the needle in
Cant put the needle in
No I cant put the needle in
Cant put the needle in
Cant put the needle in
And I cant put the needle in
Cant put the needle in
Cant put the needle in
No I cant put the needle in
Cant put the needle in
Cant put the needle in

song performed by by Radiohead
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In School

in school,
when i saw you
i intuited i have found
my lost world in you
i wish i could act
to be appreciated
by you in school.

in school,
it would be too sad
to narrate the ordeal
i have been through
i wonder if its best
i had met you
in the school.

in school,
though i had not said it
there has been so many ways
that i have shown it
my actions had done
whatever i wanted to say
at school.

in school,
i never thought
being in love
could take me to madness
well, it is better than
leaving me in sadness
in the school.

in school,
when i approached you
i knew i was silly
it was because
suddenly,
i forgot who i was
in school

in school,
why do you sneer
when i am near
it really breaks me
just tell me what to do
to get a room from you
in and out of school.

in school,
sometimes though it is hard
i guess i must let go
some things i wish to have
though good things also
could be found elsewhere
as it has been in school.

poem by Elorm Dogbo
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