Delinquency
It was a complete disaster.
I will listen to moon tonight, while
writing your name
on bikini top,
holding the pigeons. The
birds had abandoned the
walnut tree in haste. Between
them can you see a butchered
image of little god, who
broke the cold chain of flirting
and sat on a rosette of
tears blocking the sun?
Was it true that death always
sits on our shoulders like an
owl undocking the life for piercing
contentious lips?
poem by Satish Verma
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Bacelli’s Walnut Tree
Bacelli’s Walnut Tree
Not far the corner of my home's knee
Just some yards above the road
Stands on its glory the Big Walnut Tree
Branched right and left over the road
As the years jump on line and the clock ticks
I can see through the epochs and curtain blinds
Babies being born, marriages, deaths, wars and miseries
Misfortunes and happiness experienced by Bacellis
This Big Walnut Tree, the old sincere angel
The witness so fair for a hundred years.
I often come back to this Walnut Tree
I kneel and pray in silence
As a great grandmother in need
I ate the tasty nuts of this tree
As my father, my pop did once
All of them fellows Bacelli
Yes, indeed my sons will try them too
My granddaughters and grandsons
The Walnut Tree fetches, embraces all generations
Keeping inside the live ones and protecting the dead Bacellis
When my father was gone and buried
The Walnut Tree joined me in grieving
Fruit stalled, tears dropped
No leaves, no flowers, no nuts, all disappeared
The Walnut Tree nearly did perish
It dried and vanished like a storm turning greyish
Other times the Big Walnut Tree shed tears
Three times, when Bacellis' house scorched on skies
Humbled disappearing fast through sparkling fires
The Big Walnut Tree of Bacellis
It's my home, my shelter and my roof
When I need to go back to my roots
To meet Bacellis and the dead ones that I miss
On my troubled days of New York
For crashed sweet nuts in my bag I check
With my finger I touch the exquisite silk
Of my Big Walnut Tree at home back
poem by Agim Bacelli
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Sugarfoot
Sugarfoots got two hands
Just as long as he can see
One hand in the birdfeed
And a hand in the apple tree
He stands in line, just a little behind
A yellow moon that hangs
Hes all tangled and he broke his sticks on the links
Of his own chain gang
You oughta see this home that he own
Its like a box of jewelry
Hes got his own church bell
And his bed it lays in a gallery
And all the colors they shine like flames
Coming in through the window pane
They end up getting checked over twice
For the reds of someones veins
Its so cold and blown all apart
Its so cold and needing of a heart
He stands alone on the top of his home
Where all the blue birds flown
Sucks in on his cheeks and he cries
As he moans through a saxophone
He reaches high with his hands in the sky
And puts his fingers right into the storm
Always one to stand under the moon
And blow on his own horn
And anyone with anything has already begun to think
That somebody down there knows
Just how he sat down on his knees in the dirt
And buried someones rainbow
Its so cold and blown all apart
Its so cold and needing of a heart
Its so cold and blown all apart
Its so cold and needing of a heart
Well, I know you aint my enemy
The only ones inside of me
Hes killing me getting free
I hear he wants my head with an old ice pick
And fix me up on a stick
And all Ive ever got to be
Is everything I wanna be
And sugarfoot disagrees
He still stands tall underneath that apple tree
Man, hes still watching me
His chain gang is tryin to pull me down
Like the birds and the fireflies
They shoot arrows up into the skies
And they burn all the feathers dry
Well, he only wants to fill his belly up
With rocks till it hurts, then he stops
Well, he dont know what to do with love
If it dont fill his belly to the top
Its so cold and blown all apart
Its so cold and needing of a heart
Its so cold and blown all apart
Its so cold and needing of a heart
song performed by by Wallflowers
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Sugarfoot
Sugarfoots got two hands
Just as long as he can see
One hand in the birdfeed
And a hand in the apple tree
He stands in line, just a little behind
A yellow moon that hangs
Hes all tangled and he broke his sticks on the links
Of his own chain gang
You oughta see this home that he own
Its like a box of jewelry
Hes got his own church bell
And his bed it lays in a gallery
And all the colors they shine like flames
Coming in through the window pane
They end up getting checked over twice
For the reds of someones veins
Its so cold and blown all apart
Its so cold and needing of a heart
He stands alone on the top of his home
Where all the blue birds flown
Sucks in on his cheeks and he cries
As he moans through a saxophone
He reaches high with his hands in the sky
And puts his fingers right into the storm
Always one to stand under the moon
And blow on his own horn
And anyone with anything has already begun to think
That somebody down there knows
Just how he sat down on his knees in the dirt
And buried someones rainbow
Its so cold and blown all apart
Its so cold and needing of a heart
Its so cold and blown all apart
Its so cold and needing of a heart
Well, I know you aint my enemy
The only ones inside of me
Hes killing me getting free
I hear he wants my head with an old ice pick
And fix me up on a stick
And all Ive ever got to be
Is everything I wanna be
And sugarfoot disagrees
He still stands tall underneath that apple tree
Man, hes still watching me
His chain gang is tryin to pull me down
Like the birds and the fireflies
They shoot arrows up into the skies
And they burn all the feathers dry
Well, he only wants to fill his belly up
With rocks till it hurts, then he stops
Well, he dont know what to do with love
If it dont fill his belly to the top
Its so cold and blown all apart
Its so cold and needing of a heart
Its so cold and blown all apart
Its so cold and needing of a heart
song performed by by Wallflowers
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A Mother's Tears
A mother's tears flow at the birth of her child.
A mother's tears flow at the death of her child.
A mother's tears are a cloak of protection saturating her offspring, from the crown of their head continuously to the soles of their feet.
A mother's tears reach the highest mountain and go down in the lowest valley.
A mother's tears tell her offspring while they're on the mountain top, "I knew you could it."
A mother's tears flow down to the lowest valley; enabling her offspring to swim out of destruction to safety.
A mother's tears are like a music composition, each note and tear is waiting to hear and feel the crescendo.
Flirting With The Enemy
Flirting with the enemy will bring
destruction and shame --
Flirting with the enemy have only
earthly gain --
Flirting with the enemy covers
you in utter darkness --
Flirting with the enemy
keeps your heart (spirit) stained --
Flirting with the enemy will bring
a reproach to God's name.
poem by Sarah A. Bell
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There Are Not Many Kingdoms Left
I write the lips of the moon upon her shoulders. In a
temple of silvery farawayness I guard her to rest.
For her bed I write a stillness over all the swans of the
world. With the morning breath of the snow leopard I
cover her against any hurt.
Using the pen of rivers and mountaintops I store her
pillow with singing.
Upon her hair I write the looking of the heavens at
early morning.
-- Away from this kingdom, from this last undefiled
place, I would keep our governments, our civilization, and
all other spirit-forsaken and corrupt institutions.
O cold beautiful blossoms of the moon moving upon
her shoulders . . . the lips of the moon moving there . . .
where the touch of any other lips would be a profanation.
poem by Kenneth Patchen
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Upon Your Shoulder
whose voice? whose image?
whose hand on the plow?
whose silent pillow we share?
whose rain? whose desire?
whose moon holding tides?
whose dark lips against our breast?
whose hammer? whose apron?
whose tick of the clock?
whose hand wiping away tears?
whose black? whose white?
whose cough in the night?
whose branch against the window?
whose pockets? whose empty?
whose wetness that clings?
whose moth upon your shoulder?
whose death? whose life?
whose kiss to your hunger?
whose wind do you follow?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Prophecy
Now that I know the right time has come
My prediction will surely be true
The impending disaster it looms
And the whole of the village is doomed
Why wont you listen to me
Is it so hard to understand
That I am the real seventh son
Your life or death on me depends
Suffering and pain impending disaster
Souls crying the devils laughter
Heard the cry of the seven whistlers
Lucifer smiles looks on and waits
Ill take your life in my hands
Your fate your fortunes in my vision
Heed what I say and youll see what will be
Please listen to me
Now that they see the disaster is done
Now they put all the blame on to me
They feel I brought on a curse
Dont they know that the torment
It stays with me knowing that I walk alone
Through the eyes of the future I see
They dont even know what fear is
Dont they know Im the one that is cursed
Purgatory beckons souls lost forever
Life after death or heaven hereafter
Heard the call of the seven whistlers again
Now lucifer laughs hell awaits
I had thei lives in my hands
Their fate their fortune in my vision
No one believed in my true prophecy
And now its too late
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Tonight Is Yours (Dedicated To Every Woman On Earth)
Tonight is yours, tonight i will
make you feel like a woman
that you are, tonight you are
my queen and am here to
serve you. Tonight i will
wash and oil you perfectly
made body. In your red
gown with the crown on your
head you are a goddes
among men. Take you
sit while i do the feeding
whatever you want all you
have to do is to point it and
it is yours, Ho! the strawberry
mix with ice cream? wow! the
way you lick your lips send
sensation all over my body,
wowooo! tears mix wlth smiles,
with my lips i kiss your tears way,
you say no man have ever treat you
this way.That is because
they don't know your value.
Our hands around each other
we grind the to slow jamz.
My queen make one wish,
you looked at the burning candle
then the full moon and say let the
moon stand still, i smiled.
With tears flowing down your
check you look into my eye
and say '' i love you my king'',
i love more my queen.
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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While The Birds Sing At The Top Of The Tree
Rivers flow lonely to the sea,
When the sunset is coming down,
While the birds sing at the top of the tree.
The garden is flourishing in the spring,
Little pieces of the rain fall on the edge of the street,
While the birds sing at the top of the tree.
The cold in the hills,
The forest still sleeps in silence
While the birds sing at the top of the tree.
Love always falls and rises,
Leaving happiness, broken hearts and tears,
While the birds sing at the top of the tree.
poem by Lindemberg Pereira da Silva
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Vertigo
Hey guys, turn it up to get sleazy, twist it in a vise.
Nobody said it was easy, just use your naked eyes. (oh)
How to see and how to hide it,
How to save it well...
Maybe, maybe, maybe
You could take it and eat it
Chew your life supply (oh)
Where's the real life, in your illusion
On the dark side - your powers and confusion
Do the dance,
Do the demolition
And lose the chance to hear when you don't listen
Don't you feel edgy?
Bite your lips and bleed.
Conversation is empty,
Abandoned in the freeze.
Freedom is the only condemnation
Free to say well..
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe -
You can take it or leave it,
Just need a little hit tonight.
Where's the real life, in your illusion
On the dark side - of power and confusion
Do the dance,
Do (do) the demolition.
And lose the chance to hear 'cos you don't listen
-
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe
You could try to believe it,
Just need a little help tonight.
Where's the real life, in your illusion
On the dark side - of power and confusion
Do the dance,
Do the demolition.
And lose the chance to hear when you don't listen
(chorus)
Hear it when you listen..
You can't hear when you don't listen..
Hear it when you listen..
You can't hear if you don't listen..
song performed by by Duran Duran
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The Bikini
Dressed in her bikini,
sipping a martini
she drew the looks of every roving eye.
A white sandy spot,
the sun so hot
her skin was burned by and by.
Stripped of her bikini,
still sipping a martini
she saw her mirrored image in the night.
Two strips of white appeared,
her skin had been seared.
Her natural bikini was quite the sight.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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My Last Breath
Hold on to me love
You know I cant stay long
All I wanted to say was
I love you and Im not afraid
Can you hear me?
Can you feel me in your arms
Holding my last breath?
Safe inside myself
Are all my thoughts of you
Sweet rapture and life,
It ends here tonight.
Ill miss the winter
A world of fragile things
Look for me in the white forest
Hiding in a hollow tree
I know you hear me,
I can taste it in your tears.
Holding my last breath
Safe inside myself
Are all my thoughts of you.
Sweet rapture and life,
It ends here tonight.
Closing your eyes
You pray your dreams will leave you here,
But still you wake and know the truth -
No ones there.
Say goodnight, dont be afraid
Calling me, holding me, as you fade to black.
(say goodnight) holding my last breath
(dont be afraid) safe inside myself
(holding me) are my thoughts of you
Sweet rapture and life,
It ends here tonight.
song performed by by Evanescence
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Sallys Pigeons
When I was eight I had a friend
With a pirate smile
Make believe and play pretend
We were innocent and wild
Hopped a fence and slammed the gate
Running down my alleyway
In time to watch sallys pigeons fly
We loved to watch them dive and soar
Circle in the sky
Free as a bird from three to four
And never knowing why
Neighbors pulled their wash back in
Put away my barbie and ken
Look out overhead
While sallys pigeons fly
I had a fools confidence
That the world had no boundaries
But instincts and common sense
Come in different quantities
My heart began to
Skip to the beat
Of the boy next door
She had her eye across the street
On someone shy and tall
We lived our dreams
And challenged fate
In tears she told me she was late
And sally let his pigeons out to fly...
On the dresser sits a frame
With a photograph
Two little girls in ponytails
Some twenty one years back
She left one night with just a nod
Was lost from some back alley job
I close my eyes and sallys pigeons fly
She never saw those birds again
And me, I cant remember when
A pirate smile hasnt made me cry
I close my eyes
And sallys pigeons fly...
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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Sally's Pigeons
When I was eight I had a friend
with a pirate smile
make believe and play pretend
we were innocent and wild
hopped a fence and slammed the gate
running down my alleyway
in time to watch Sally's pigeons fly
We loved to watch them dive and soar
circle in the sky
free as a bird from three to four
and never knowing why
neighbors pulled their wash back in
put away my Barbie and Ken
look out overhead
while Sally's pigeons fly
I had a fool's confidence
that the world had no boundaries
but instincts and common sense
come in different quantities
my heart began to
skip to the beat
of the boy next door
she had her eye across the street
on someone shy and tall
we lived our dreams
and challenged fate
in tears she told me she was late
and Sally let his pigeons out to fly...
On the dresser sits a frame
with a photograph
two little girls in ponytails
some twenty one years back
she left one night with just a nod
was lost from some back alley job
I close my eyes and Sally's pigeons fly
she never saw those birds again
and me
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper from Twelve Deadly Cyns ...and then some
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Sensuality
FEELING hunger and cold, feeling
Food, feeling fire, feeling
Pity and pain, tasting
Time in a kiss, tasting
Anger and tears, touching
Eyelids with lips, touching
Plague, touching flesh, knowing
Blood in the mouth, knowing
Laughter like flame, holding
Pickaxe and pen, holding
Death in the hand, hearing
Boilers and bells, hearing
Birds, hearing hail, smelling
Cedar and sweat, smelling
Petrol and sea, feeling
Hunger and cold, feeling
Food, feeling fire. . . .
Feeling.
poem by Kenneth Slessor
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Ah love, but a day
Ah love, but a day
And the world on me has changed
The sun is away
And the birds to me estranged
One painful word from her voluptuous lips
And my whole world eclipsed
A bitter punctuating word, in a piercing phrase
My life is phased
The wind in mid air has dropped
And the skies grey, dull, deranged
Summer has stopped cold
Autumn perplexed over warmed
Stars in the murky skies madly shot
The pale moon in its orbit lost
Come, grow old with me
And the best yet to be
So you said
So I dread
Look me love in my eyes
Will you change too?
Shall I fear what I did not see?
Shall I find aught new?
In the old and the dear
In the good and true
With the changing year
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A Twist
did i tell you that in all the days
of my life i have always been thinking of you?
that no matter what i do
your face always wears a smile
inside my head and that i always want
to go home early just to see you and
be with you as we eat dinner and drink
the red wine on the porch beneath
the stars that i had all the nice time holding
your hand and kissing your lips
and dancing with you
under the rain?
(i still have to tell you
tonight before the moon vanishes
into the darkness of the night
that all these are not true) .
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet XLIII (What lips my lips have kissed)
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why (Sonnet XLIII)
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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I Bet You're Mad At Me
Don't justify
For what you are
And where you've been
For who you are tonight
So lonesome tonight
Make believe
Just hanging on
You're crazy
That's who are you tonight
All over tonight
Tell the world
You're still afraid
Been on this road too long
Falling soft
But raining hard
So wrap up well
It's freezing cold tonight
So cold tonight
Tell me all
I need to know
I'll spare your fears
So sad to see tonight
The tears you cry tonight
I stayed away
A long time now
But I'll be home tonight
I bet you're mad at me
Can't you read my lips
I see your eyes of blue
What you want from me
It's not the way it should be
You've got the world to give
I gave you all my love
But you're mad at me
(tonight)
(all over tonight)
Tell the world
You're still afraid
Been on this road too long
I bet you're mad at me
Can't you read my lips
I see your eyes of blue
What you want from me
It's not the way it should be
You've got the world to give
I gave you all my love
But you're mad at me
I bet you're mad at me
Can't you read my lips
I see your eyes of blue
What you want from me
It's not the way it should be
You've got the world to give
I gave you all my love
But you're mad at me
I bet you're mad at me
Can't you read my lips
I see your eyes of blue
What you want from me
It's not the way it should be
You've got the world to give
I gave you all my love
But you're mad at me
I bet you're mad at me
Can't you read my lips
I see your eyes of blue
What you want from me
It's not the way it should be
You've got the world to give
I gave you all my love
But you're mad at me
song performed by by Erasure
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