Flames
You went blank on the line
between sand and water,
between seizure and assault.
The tribes have unwrapped their torches,
they are coming in numbers.
Who was going on trial?
Fierce fidelity is demanding vendetta.
The drummer announces the fight.
Justice parts the lips for
peace against tragedy!
The golden voice caves in.
Time moves as a profane octopus -
suckers clasping on the vital stomata.
Green blood oozes from eyes.
The truce was transient.
Childless earth throws up the flames.
poem by Satish Verma
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Justice Of The Peace
(ian hunter)
Its such a terrible shame it was only a game
Then her brothers found out seven johnny be goodes
We was only pretending at mummys and daddys
They totally misunderstood
Oh what a terrible plight what a terrible fight
It was too much to bear her father said ere
I think you better sign its a letter designed
To have you married by the first of the year
Get the justice of the peace
Get the justice get the justice of the peace
Oh get the justice of the peace
Get the justice get the justice of the peace
If you want to play with fire
Youll get yourself burned
I was messing with the ashes
But look at how it turned out
Get the justice of the peace
Get the justice get the justice of the peace
Oh what a terrible waste such a shocking disgrace
To give me away Im too young to die
A shotgun wedding heading straight for the sky
And Im shy mary ellen Im shy y y y
Get the justice of the peace
Get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
Come on!
Get the justice of the peace
Get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
When your chips go down
You came on the dice
Forget the mississippi
Take some friendly advice
Get the justice of the peace
Ill get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
(give it to me old chum)
Get the justice of the peace
Get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
Get the justice of the peace
Get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
If you want to play with fire
Youll get yourself burned
And I was messing with the ashes
And look at how it turned out
Ill get the justice get the justice of the peace
Ill get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
Ill get the justice get the justice of the peace
Ill get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
Ill get the justice get the justice of the peace
Ill get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
Ill get the justice get the justice of the peace
Ill get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Sorrow Versus Revenge...Justify
Sorrow. Strange word. Six tiny letters....
Murmured by murderers. Priests.
A word bled from lips. Eyes. hands.
Dry sand raging hearts. Doubt. Decision.
False. Steadfast. Indecisive.
What sword drips sorrow, slicing freedom
For nations?
What nation oozes sorrow, being lifted
From despots?
What joyous revels bought in blood.
Sorrow. Sorry.
Boudicea, daughters raped, raged
Tribes to war. Romans' blood-bath.
Revenge by sorrow.
Lakota Sioux, Red Cloud's curse remembered,
Left one pony alive. Custer...sorry?
Revenge by sorrow.
Can sorrow separate from blood...mental. Physical
Storms of years. Judged. Betrayed.
In seconds, we create
Eons.
Sorrow.
poem by Elysabeth Faslund
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Flames That Will Burn no More
I sit and wonder where the good love goes
once the flames diminish all is said passions
finished.Where does the spirit of past lovers
lay.Well-maybe brushing the floor in some quiet
sea.Well-maybe pounding tired earth where it
does not rain.Well-maybe wheeling behind bars
not seen by the unaided eye.Well-maybe unhappily
settled in their burial working to dig free.
Well-maybe only on breeze the summer heat and
wing.Well-maybe locked in a heart's chamber of
and blood and still water.Well-maybe bound to
transient state like in memories.The flames
that burned will burn no more.
poem by William Blackman
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Suicidal Wish
For my water god I entered the wetlands.
Fog was increasing and me becoming incoherent.
The swamp throws a high tide of rolling wave
I lift the burden of bones and take a plunge in darkness.
The holy moon gives the company in yellow mood
smelling of honey and rusted-red mulberries.
A maxim inside the solitude hurts the path
where I lost my innocence for a son.
A breeze, a cloud, a beautiful sky
I carry the dust of my home wherever I go.
The wreckage was intact, past was shining.
An octopus was sending the suckers for future.
poem by Satish Verma
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I Remember You As You Were
I remember you as you were in the last autumn.
You were the grey beret and the still heart.
In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on.
And the leaves fell in the water of your soul.
Clasping my arms like a climbing plant
the leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace.
Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning.
Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul.
I feel your eyes traveling, and the autumn is far off:
Grey beret, voice of a bird, heart like a house
Towards which my deep longings migrated
And my kisses fell, happy as embers.
Sky from a ship. Field from the hills:
Your memory is made of light, of smoke, of a still pond!
Beyond your eyes, farther on, the evenings were blazing.
Dry autumn leaves revolved in your soul.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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Small Talk
Surge in hidden chastity
enters the torch but the enemy
was within.
Brown clouds over the black carbon,
glaciers were melting;
the assault rifle stands alone in snow.
This was not ignorance,
a purposeful denial of white truce
in the jungle of lizards.
I would go where nobody wants
to tread in night. The hanging years
of marriage gone wrong.
O my God, tiger at the door,
demanding a new babe every moon.
The flesh will extract its own blood.
Satish Verma
poem by Satish Verma
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Explorations: VII
When earth caves
Under the feet
When words rain
sand particles
When what's held
Closest to breath
Throws one into
A maelstrom
When dust-storms
Of emotions blind
Eyes and mind
When whirlwinds
Drift one with
Merciless intensity
What's there to hold...?
Self-preservation
A supportive hand
Much talked of
Remain empty ideas
And emotional gimmicks...
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Someone Took My Love
She cannot be mine 'cos I have no money
Her heart belongs to another
Her heart, I can never have
My heart bleeds every time I see them together
She would go alone if I were the only that be
Whisperers by her looks
She do not care, not anymore
Should I fall to the jaws of the lions
I do not even exist to her
No more does she care and no more does she worry
She would've been mine if not for your libel
And now must we end this in sand and blood
A vendetta never to cease
Till one is left standing and without strength
A duel among friends
Would die than to see her lips kissed
poem by Nicholas Boateng
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Libera Me
Goddess the laughter-loving, Aphrodite, befriend!
Long have I served thine altars, serve me now at the end,
Let me have peace of thee, truce of thee, golden one, send.
Heart of my heart have I offered thee, pain of my pain,
Yielding my life for the love of thee into thy chain;
Lady and goddess be merciful, loose me again.
All things I had that were fairest, my dearest and best,
Fed the fierce flames on thine altar: ah, surely, my breast
Shrined thee alone among goddesses, spurning the rest.
Blossom of youth thou hast plucked of me, flower of my days;
Stinted I nought in thine honouring, walked in thy ways,
Song of my soul pouring out to thee, all in thy praise.
Fierce was the flame while it lasted, and strong was thy wine,
Meet for immortals that die not, for throats such as thine,
Too fierce for bodies of mortals, too potent for mine.
Blossom and bloom hast thou taken, now render to me
Ashes of life that remain to me, few though they be,
Truce of the love of thee, Cyprian, let me go free.
Goddess the laughter-loving, Aphrodite, restore
Life to the limbs of me, liberty, hold me no more
Having the first-fruits and flower of me, cast me the core.
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Anaphylactic Shock
Night was descending
on the tonsured heads,
terracotta robes,
clasping the palms, hiding the seeds
of earth.
Against a ban on lips
for belonging truly.
Blissful. The squids settle in the weeds
of overbrimming sea of arms.
Blood was red, brown and pale.
oozing from the slit eyes,
soaking the green voices, herbs and sad kisses.
In the death, your name will be engraved on your shoes.
The steps were small
but shadows were very long on the ice.
The stings unflawed, did their job.
Suddenly you go
in anaphylactic shock.
poem by Satish Verma
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Love Letter to a Soldier
Blind men go to battle
Like blind mice running towards water,
Fighting for a cause.
What cause?
You're only told parts of the whole story.
The rest is shrouded in mystery.
It will cover you,
Like a gauzy funeral cloth,
You will be bound in
By your beliefs,
Based on your limited experience.
After all,
You never knew what was the reality of your enemy.
While waiting for bullets to tear into you,
A bomb to blow you to bits,
Did you ever wonder,
Soldier,
If war is worth your cause?
And,
What of the blood now staining your hands
It will never wash out in your nightmares.
And,
What of the faces of the children, the babies
Those that never get mentioned?
Those that become faceless under the umbrella of
'Casualties'?
Friendly fire,
Does not burn me with love and kisses.
It does not leave me composed with inner satisfaction.
Soldier,
Don't you long for peace?
Do you escape in your sleep,
To pleasant memories?
Your childhood?
Your family?
Coffins line the bases waiting to go home.
A flag
A Purple Heart.
It would become purple after the blood had
Stopped flowing to it.
So would lips that speak no more..
Why does the blood of the young
Quench Lusty Thirsts?
Man is an animal.
Made more so by greed,
A fierce creature whose talion have a far reaching grasp
Made more powerful by metal, gunpowder, and steel.
Soldier,
As night approaches what do you think of?
As blood flows like wine to goblets
Have you made some sense?
Are you able to find peace?
poem by Rabia Minhas
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Layin It On The Line
You see it every day in every way
We all hear the same routines
They all say that its okay
Just let us take care of everything
So we lay it on the line
Layin it on the line (layin it on the line)
Layin it all, right on the line
Just layin it on the line (layin it on the line)
Layin it all, were livin on the front line
I can see it in the faces
We got trouble in the streets tonight
And power keeps us in our places
And it doesnt matter if youre left or right
You lay it on the line
Layin it on the line (layin it on the line)
Just layin it all, right on the line
Layin it on the line, (layin it on the line)
Layin it all, right on the line
Take it to the wilderness
Into the jungle sun
Lookin for the voice of reason
Inside this babylon
Got u.s. boys on foreign soil
Spillin their blood to keep the peace
Cities will vanish in turmoil
While the sheiks lay sleepin on the beach
We lay it on the line
Layin it on the line (layin it on the line)
Layin it all, right on the line
Just layin it on the line (layin it on the line)
Layin it all, right on the line
Layin it on the line
Just layin it all
Layin it on the line
Just layin it all
song performed by by Jefferson Starship
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Sharks
They manipulated the words
to cross the corridors of essence.
Crib was empty, child was stolen.
At blood stained altar
there was no clue to mystical death.
The contents now matter. Time
displays tools of murder,
snaps the sheet from the bed,
kills the neophyte at water hole,
unsucked breast swells, weeps endlessly.
Apes are coming.
Duplicates look brilliant like novae.
It was becoming crowded. Becoming
was destroying the matter. Fear
moves in water, on the earth.
Faraway a cuckoo sings
a saddest song.
Come, belong to my tears, drops
of my soul’s vessel, kiss the eyes
of planet earth.
poem by Satish Verma
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Mistress Of All Time
(enlightened woman)
She dances on the seven seas
Dances on the ocean
Sunlight on her golden hair
Shapes of pure emotion
Her voice is heard like
Crystal words across the sky
She moves just like an angel
Shes the mistress of all time
Her sun pours down like liquid gold
To chase away the sorrows
Her clothes are like a million stars
Made of tears and rainbows
And all the while
Her senses smile into my life
She moves just like an angel
Shes a mistress of all time
Just like the restless
To a mission bell
I must run to her
Meet her everywhere
As her music fills the universe
She leaves the dancing visions
Of her image on the water
And precious stones upon the shore
From every distant corner
Like diamonds in the light
They shine beyond the stars
She moves just like an angel
Shes the mistress of all time
She dances on the seven seas
Dances on the ocean
Sunlight on her golden hair
Shapes of pure emotion
Her voice is heard like
Crystal words across the sky
She moves me like an angel
Shes the mistress of all time
She moves me like an angel
A voice of pure emotion
Her tears are like a rainbow
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Peace Is Vital.
Peace is vital for human survival!
If there is no peace, there will be war!
In time of war
Guns and bombs fill the air with dread
And crowd the streets with bodies of the maimed and dead.
Because of war
The young, the old, the innocent baby
All suffer with the guilty.
When men war
Earth cannot yield
Flora and fauna shrivel and die
And national coffers quickly run dry.
Because of war
There's human blood like water flowing
Poverty, disease and the agony of dying
Surround and overwhelm the living.
The horrors of war
Should bring vividly to mind
That Peace is the goal
To be sought after
By all mankind.
poem by CHERYL winter
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Calbiga Caves
the caves of calbiga
hide the roots of trees
those that seem
to be growing strong
from above them
the summit of green leaves
and cool summer breeze
from the samar sea
the same roots
that you talk about
somewhere in vietnam
age and ages
they never tell us
the truth about themselves
we see them now
still strongly attached
living and breathing
but as usual mute
about the horrors of war
the killing of tribes
the annihilation of brothers
who came here before us?
what have they done
that you fear talking?
i know there used
to be blood running
along the rivers and
the tributaries
i know there are still
other stories to be told
but the water is now colder
and the night is near
we pack up again
and then go........
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Layin It On The Line
You see it every day in every way
We all hear the same routines
They all say that its okay
Just let us take care of everything
So we lay it on the line
Chorus:
Layin it on the line, layin it on the line
Layin it all, right on the line
Just layin it on the line, layin it on the line
Layin it all, were livin on the front line
I can see it in the faces
We got trouble in the streets tonight
And power keeps us in our places
And it doesnt matter if youre left or right
You lay it on the line
Layin it on the line, layin it on the line
Just layin it all, right on the line
Layin it on the line, layin it on the line
Layin it all, right on the line
Take it to the wilderness
Into the jungle sun
Lookin for the voice of reason
Inside this babylon
(guitar solo)
Got u.s. boys on foreign soil
Spillin their blood to keep the peace
Cities will vanish in turmoil
While the sheiks lay sleepin on the beach
We lay it on the line
Layin it on the line, layin it on the line
Layin it all, right on the line
Just layin it on the line, layin it on the line
Layin it all, right on the line
Layin it on the line
Just layin it all
Layin it on the line
Just layin it all
song performed by by Starship
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Time Has Arrived To Fight Back Terror
Time has arrived to repay
fierce, timid terror its due
and time has arrived not
to sit in silence and suffer.
TIme has arrived those demons
who dance around like flames
of fire and who hide from
their caverns to be cleared
from the earth.
And it is time, time to uproot
fierce, timid terror and it is
time to fight back for
the innocent lives.
Time has arrived not
to sit in silence and suffer
and time has come to
repay their dues.
November 29,2008
poem by Gayatri Nambiar
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Salted With Love
It must be salted,
It must be roated over an open fire!
It must be koshered,
It must be soaked in salt water,
For there is no red carpet in heaven!
But it is only the white carpet of peace and love.
Love your partner everyday,
Ten thousand times ten thousand!
Because Rome was not built in a day,
And we all need to be guided by the laws!
The last great day is between the two evenings,
And without blemish between the two legs;
For the silver trumpet is between the two lips.
Ten years of pain in Satan's room and,
Five years of joy there after;
But the earth is full of water and,
Many are still without water.
It must be salted,
And bewteen the two eyes to show some love;
For the golden tree and the golden box are closer always.
Put the golden tree into the golden box,
And let me teach you more about love;
For the white carpet in the heavens are full of laws,
And we have to live by the rule of law.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Palestine: Tears for Sale
clot of breathe deals
with an angel of darkness,
wishing every birth the Leon to share, clap
each night the sweat of the
mother nipple
for the conqueror leaves the day with
the shadow of death
where can I find my loneliness of the desert
crumpled in the sand of dying sun, water
comes in my lips for thirst I suffer
breaking my heart until falls to
the ground no more joy besiege; knock every
doorstep I hear yet! with teardrops of blood
catches my eyes
how many more lives I offer, for even
death soar high to cry, see the
edges of time, mark the faded people to retouch
the lasting voice of peace in the
heart to die
oh! sweet freedom I salute, sign with
honor, for never the sun stop
shinning, our race fight the joy to
live our sacred land we die freedom, freedom, a
clear and loud shout of the heart and soul of the
Mother land Palestine...
poem by Antonio Liao
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