Feel Of Sharing A God
It should not have happened
this way, or that way,
rendering breathing difficult
in the intense smoke of misunderstanding.
The granite wall between the doors!
You grope through a thicket of words
crossing the centuries of hate.
Sun, no sun settles for the hope
of a slain blankness, to properly
heave, a sigh after the childbirth of truth.
All the dead white bones, jutting out
from the ancestral incompleteness of
forgetfulness of man to accept gracefully
the suffering of neighbourhood. The very
feel of sharing a god.
You are what you are not
I am not, what I am.
poem by Satish Verma
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Don’t Say Hate Easily
Don’t say hate easily
Because like love we don’t know where it will run
Don’t say hate and give no damn
Because someone will hurt and it’ll become burden
Don’t say hate because a must
Your heart will frozen and lost the way
Don’t say hate because pride
The unseen wall will grow thicker to separate
Don’t say hate in anger
Because you have blinded your own eyes from the truth
Don’t say hate in misunderstanding
Because something precious will disappear before you realize
Don’t say hate to the people that makes your heart boils
But to the act you believe to be wrong
Don’t say hate to something you don’t know
You’ll never learn how stop the hate if you don’t want to understand
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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if i heave a sigh, what will i do with what i did not heave?
if i heave a sigh
into the air, and i keep some other more inside myself,
unconsumed, unspent,
what will i do with it?
keep it
like a secret in my closed fingers and pretend i am angry
with this clenched fist
when in truth i have nothing
no plan of keeping things that long because my arms
my soon go
into the river and be lost floating like a log from a hill?
i heave a sigh, that is enough relief,
i am emptied of something heavy
in my nose
i become an island losing air
but keeping sand and
stones
to keep my balance with the coconut trees
still
making landmarks to lost directions,
but it is my way of making my senses alive
i heave a sigh
and i want you to really hear it at a very close distance
just you and me
for you to know where i have situated myself
in this vast
nothingness,
i am here, touch me,
i am warm, i am fire,
you have been taking the forms of water
cold, damp,
having the face of the night, where the moon lost its light,
what are you doing to me?
i am taking you but you are the one taking me nowhere
i am lost by your promises
of a raft
i lost track of your waft, and here i am lost again as i
heave a sigh, deeper
this time....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Requiem
O'great fanged mother
i call upon thee
arise .. with vengeance
& a voice of blasphemy
[bring out your dead]
touch, taste, feel ...
NO, DON'T DO IT. STOP.
[i'm sorry, no, i can't, please, can u hear me? help me.]
that's impossible. THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE. STOP LISTENING!
"as long as you're under my roof, you will respect me"
[HELP ME, STOP THEM ... BEFORE I DO]
"AS LONG AS YOU'RE UNDER MY ROOF, YOU WILL RESPECT ME!"
the only truth is suffering.
The Only Truth Is Suffering.
"& it's ok to hate yourself, just lay still, don't cry for help"
.... every time he comes, you disappear.
NO. NO. NO.
RUN. ANYWHERE YOU CAN.
IT'S COMING. The Suffering Is HERE.
"I'M SICK BUT I NEED MY DISEASE"
[no one is safe, no where is safe]
"I'M SORRY. It was a mistake. Someone let me out of here."
Please, let me out of here. GO AWAY, GO AWAY, GO AWAY.
[ghost child sings]
.... surrender is your only hope
song performed by by Otep
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Confession
I try to say this as clear as the sky
Plain as a tea break at noon
It’s not outrageous thing anyway
Just a simple note of truth
Which I fail to repress through
I might scared you to death
With the bold fact of this act
Should you shrink or flee
It’s yr freedom to be
Sure you should forgive me
I fail to pretend it is time
To tell you that we are remain
Whether I am me
And you still you
As selfish as we wanna be
I start to mind you
Your words work like a spell
Your picture is breathing
You lure & breed hope
Your entity possessed me
I trace gracefully each of our steps
Linger at the shadow no more
The shining path ahead of us
Is an arousing fate of two signs
The beginning or the end
I hate to bargain with probability
Can not just let go and sigh
As a kiss good night on the door step
Though it sound silly, it’s not a fad
“Man, I’m in love with you”
poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani
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What women want...
You hate me when I'm happy
You hate me when I'm sad
You hate me when I'm calm
And also when I get mad
You hate me when I'm gloomy
You hate me when I'm joking
You hate the men who smoke
And you hate me for not smoking
You hate me when I'm silent
You hate me when I talk
Even before I speak
You act as if I spoke
You hate the way I drive
You hate the way I walk
You hate me when I'm rich
You hate me when I'm broke
You hate me when I laugh
You'll hate me if I cry
Now you hate that I'm alive
You'll hate me when I die
You hate when I appear
You hate it when I hide
You hate me when I'm near
Yet you want me by your side
You hate me coz I'm thin
And you'd hate me if I'm fat
For you think I'm made of tin
I'm your worthless doormat
You're asking me to change
And even if I do
I know I'll find myself
Still not good enough for you
Well, let me tell you baby
A fact that may seem new
I feel, I breathe, I love
We, men, are humans too
So please try to accept me
And forgive me or forget
Don't try to customize me
What you see is what you get
You're still planning to change me
Even though you know you won't
Deep inside you, you're unable
To achieve what women want
poem by Asser Mattar
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Winter Is White
WINTER IS WHITE
Winter is white
.......dogwood white
..............forgetfulness
......... ..........an empty slate
Winter is windy
.......windless words
..............empty words
....................drifting aimlessly
Winter is cold
.......deedless words
..............barrenness
............ ........suffering cold
What sound goes there?
What meaning fills the void?
These white lies of life
...............blown sands –– no trace
.....................................–– no path
.....................blindness––no seeking
...................................... ––no faith
No seeing here
No leading love
White and no light
White and no sight
White and no flight
- March 6,2008
poem by Ben Gieske
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Sticks And Stones
Sticks and stones, might break my bones
And words, shall never harm me,
I was told that story, when I was a Boy
Along with the birds and bees, I believe
So I lived my life, through that advice
That was given to me in my youth,
That sticks and stones would break my bones
And words could do no harm was true.
So I stayed away from sticks and stones
And tried never calling anyone names
But the sticks still arrived, in my life
And also the words of hate and pain.
But then I had healed from broken bones
And bruises and all the nasty cuts,
It made me stronger, then I thought longer
About the words of hate and such.
Because the words of hate, I couldn't escape
As I noticed them around everyday
Destroying ones soul, until life they'd let go
Or asking GOD for vengeance as they'd pray.
Sticks and stones had broke my bones
And words of hate had really harmed me,
As I look around, I can still hear the sound
Of hate, and belittlement, and bigotry.
There are still broken bones and nasty cuts,
As I see as I enter every day with a walk,
But doctors heal then, as they are new again
But the words of hatred never balks.
In my life I have made many choices,
And I hope with one I don't stand alone
Never to ever use any word of hate
As I don't mind getting hit with sticks or stones.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Forgetfulness
Forgetfulness is like a song
That, freed from beat and measure, wanders.
Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled,
Outspread and motionless, --
A bird that coasts the wind unwearyingly.
Forgetfulness is rain at night,
Or an old house in a forest, -- or a child.
Forgetfulness is white, -- white as a blasted tree,
And it may stun the sybil into prophecy,
Or bury the Gods.
I can remember much forgetfulness.
poem by Hart Crane
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Forgetfulness
Forgetfulness is like a song
That, freed from beat and measure, wanders.
Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled,
Outspread and motionless, --
A bird that coasts the wind unwearyingly.
Forgetfulness is rain at night,
Or an old house in a forest, -- or a child.
Forgetfulness is white, -- white as a blasted tree,
And it may stun the sybil into prophecy,
Or bury the Gods.
I can remember much forgetfulness.
poem by Harold Hart Crane
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Please Do Not Hate Me!
Please do not hate me because of the colour of my skin
Please do not hate me because your God I don't believe in
Please do not hate me if I don’t kneel down and pray
Please do not hate me for what elected politicians might say
Please do not hate me if I don’t dress the way you do
Please do not hate me for not sharing your political view
Please do not hate me because of what others have said
Please do not hate me I don’t want to see us both dead
Please do not hate me because of some conflict or war
Please do not hate me, as it’s friendship I’m looking for
Please do not hate me just because you do not understand
Please do not hate me for wanting to shake you by the hand
Please do not hate me we have too many fences to mend
Please do not hate me I only called you to be my best friend
poem by Gordon David
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The New Ezekiel
What, can these dead bones live, whose sap is dried
By twenty scorching centuries of wrong?
Is this the House of Israel, whose pride
Is as a tale that's told, an ancient song?
Are these ignoble relics all that live
Of psalmist, priest, and prophet? Can the breath
Of very heaven bid these bones revive,
Open the graves and clothe the ribs of death?
Yea, Prophesy, the Lord hath said. Again
Say to the wind, Come forth and breathe afresh,
Even that they may live upon these slain,
And bone to bone shall leap, and flesh to flesh.
The Spirit is not dead, proclaim the word,
Where lay dead bones, a host of armed men stand!
I ope your graves, my people, saith the Lord,
And I shall place you living in your land.
poem by Emma Lazarus
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If I Heave A Sigh, What Will I Do With What I Did Not Heave?
if i heave a sigh
into the air, and i keep some other more inside myself,
unconsumed, unspent,
what will i do with it?
keep it
like a secret in my closed fingers and pretend i am angry
with this clenched fist
when in truth i have nothing
no plan of keeping things that long because my arms
my soon go
into the river and be lost floating like a log from a hill?
i heave a sigh, that is enough relief,
i am emptied of something heavy
in my nose
i become an island losing air
but keeping sand and
stones
to keep my balance with the coconut trees
still
making landmarks to lost directions,
but it is my way of making my senses alive
i heave a sigh
and i want you to really hear it at a very close distance
just you and me
for you to know where i have situated myself
in this vast
nothingness,
i am here, touch me,
i am warm, i am fire,
you have been taking the forms of water
cold, damp,
having the face of the night, where the moon lost its light,
what are you doing to me?
i am taking you but you are the one taking me nowhere
i am lost by your promises
of a raft
i lost track of your waft, and here i am lost again as i
heave a sigh, deeper
this time....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What goes up
When is see the word FALL
I think about those foolish people who
with pride and prejudice
criticize and attack the under dog
I feel the pain of the downtrodden
The misunderstanding in their lives
The trails and the temptations
and the fear and frustration
The huge hole they dig in their distrust
their disbelief and their hate
causing them to miss so much
to suffer when suffering should not be
When I see the people FALL
I want to rush out and shout out loud
I want to tell them to have faith
I want to tell them to believe
I want to teach them the truth
A truth that would set them free
When I hear the word FALL
I want it to mean that they simply tripped
and that they skinned a knee
and not a soul
That's what I feel when I see the word
FALL
poem by Janice M Pickett
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Luv Vs Hate
I luv everythin bout you
I luv ure jokes
I luv ure voice
I luv ure talent
I luv ure skills
I luv the way u tease me
I luv ure laughter
I luv the way u make me smile
I luv the way u give me courage to stand still
I luv ure sweet talks
I luv it when u blur
I luv the way u say my name
I luv when u sing to me everytime im down
I luv every pose of ure photo
I luv every inch of ure face
I hate it when u mad
I hate it when u didnt pick up my call
I hate it when u didnt fill up ure prepared
I hate it when u keep on dissapearin when ure in need
I hate it when u say other girls name
I hate it when u ignored my words
I hate it when u smoke
i hate it when u stubborn
I hate it when u make me melt
I hate it when u swore but didn’t mean it
Luv or hate
Doesn’t make much different
And upon all of that I heart u so damn much
Im so into you
Thanks for making me feel how to be in luv
Really hope ure mine
poem by Izni Ibrahim
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Jutting
Jutting!
Like projectiles upward,
To reach.
These granite slabs.
Fading.
Many with diminished descriptions.
And many more standing,
With non-exisiting to read...
Once carefully etched,
Epitaphs.
Jutting upward in row upon row,
To lay surrounded by manicured grass.
Fenced within cemetery quietness,
As if to appease the dead...
In a foreverlasting sleep and unknown.
Bleached these slabs are from Sun,
And the rain that comes...
To wash away that which had been engraved,
On the headstones of those death has silenced.
And I walk along to wonder,
Who the many forgotten were.
Those whose ashes have long ago turn to dust.
Those who once lived.
Now below the ground...
Hushed!
Can their spirits see me pass?
Do they know I walk to wonder of their past?
Are they aware like I am...
That life is not to live to last?
They must.
Can their spirits see me pass,
And laugh to find my thoughts amusing?
Or have their spirits long gone,
To adapt and be freed from life's trappings?
Heartaches. Sorrows. Physical pain...
And having no cash.
I pass and 'feel' their spirits laughing.
Jutting!
Like projectiles upward,
To reach.
These granite slabs.
Fading.
Many with diminished descriptions.
And many more standing,
With non-exisiting to read...
Once carefully etched,
Epitaphs.
And here I am in the moment,
Living...
To witness this.
And to wonder.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gray Dawn
Sudden onset of an insertion
going for a kill in bluish green valley.
Pretend as if you are dead
and start disintegrating.
Your poverty of words disconnects
you from cogitation and you start-
walking in sleep. Cannot reach
the breasts jutting out like pine cones -
dismantling the invasion. You start
manipulating the seeds. Fruits
are nowhere in sight. The risk is
grave crossing the borders of virginity.
Pure aching and one thousand moons.
I have not reached the gates of truth.
poem by Satish Verma
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Were I Rich
I would like to stay gracefully beautiful
with no jewelry
with accepting the fate gracefully
the attitude
when anything goes down
it gives off its own beauty
when you accept yourself gracefully
you would see what you got
like sunset
and I would like to sleep well like a pearl
Numb
I wish to be numb from all the pain.
It feels like my life is headed down the drain.
I have no life. I have no goals.
I have no lover because I'm a slob.
When will this suffering ever end?
I just drink and smoke until my brain is dead.
I'll feel no pain.
The beast will be slain.
I'll be to numb to really care.
If I get eaten by the bear.
I'll shut it out, the fears and doubt.
In the numbness I'll not scream or shout.
I'll feel no reason to go about.
I'll live like a big fat lazy lout.
The numbness keeps me from the truth.
About the way I feel for you.
It doesn't matter cause I'm numb.
Even though I look so dumb.
To be numb is the path I'll follow,
till I'm at the door of death.
It feels so good to get away.
From all the trash that plauges my mind.
Even when I feel just fine.
I need it now I'll not deny.
I'm even numb from 9 to 5.
I cannot stop I do not care.
Perhaps in my next life I'll better fare.
poem by Michael McParland
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I Hate...
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate that you think your always right
I hate that you mock my words
I hate the words you say to me
I hate how you always yell at me
I hate that you don’t take me seriously
I hate that you think every thing's a joke
I hate how you ignore me
I hate how your overdramatic
I hate how it’s only your way or no way
I hate how you don’t believe or trust me
I hate how you don’t give me second chance
I hate that your selfish and so unfair
I hate how you know how to get to me
I hate how you play with my emotions
I hate the way you make me cry
I hate how you make me wish horrible things upon myself
I hate the way you make me feel useless and worthless
And most of all I hate that I love you
poem by Michael Stripp
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I hate that I don't hate you
I hate that you left me
I have that I fell for you
I hate that your smile haunts
I hate that you died
I hate that I can't be angry
I hate that I'm upset
I hate that you wanted this
I hate that I wasn't enough
I hate that I couldn't make you happy
I hate that your gone
I hate that I don't hate you
I hate that your laugh is gone
I hate your gentle kisses
I hate your friends for not crying
I hate that I can't stop crying
I hate that life goes on
I hate that your not actually dead
I hate your choices
I hate the drugs that you love
I hate I feel that your dead
I hate you're no longer mine
I hate the people you now call friends
I hate the men you sleep with
I hate your dad for what he's done
I hate seeing you so unhappy
I hate so many things but the one
I hate the most
I hate that I love you
I hate I would die for you
I hate I'll never get over you
I hate this new you
I hate myself for not hating you
poem by Jordyn Heal
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