Glorified Discreetly
Living on margin he was deceived again.
A grasshopper was perched on door
shedding green pigment.
Granary was empty and he was,
worried about the health of nation.
Glare and splendor always hurt his eyes.
In the name of prosperity, leftovers
set the dirty houses apart
from polished faces.
He was again afraid of interior –
bursting with statements of elegance,
releasing the bald answers to nettled questions.
The stench was glorified discreetly,
giving a pause to sorrow.
Who was destroying the sweetness?
poem by Satish Verma
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Sorrow And My Nation
Nation is drowned in sorrow,
School, college, hospitals and office;
Cinema halls, all are lost in sorrow.
Wrinkles on the bed narrate the tale of sorrow,
Of newly wed.
Even the flowers of gajra are sad,
Spreading the stench of sorrow.
Sorrow here and sorrow there,
Sorrow every where,
Even the sorrow is dancing on
The dancing floor
And hugging sadness and sorrow.
Nation has decomposed due to sorrow,
By her own creations,
As the unending greed for quotas,
From the obnoxious citizens,
But all the cruel palms,
Giving, delivering only sorrow.
Sorrow! My bosom companion,
Filling the nook and corners,
In all one sick breathing,
I have seen and met only you.
In the calm nights, cool mornings;
In thunder, in rain and tempests;
Only has spread the shoots of dark,
No way seems to get rid off.
Nation is crying and crying,
Leaders erect crumbling sand houses,
Ground was covered with broken glasses,
Only, the dark and dark visible;
My nation, a failed land;
Of secular and social justice game.
Where people always beg with begging bowl,
Play cheating, looting, killing and raping;
Where nation is completely filled,
With the sigh boards of,
Sorrow and sorrow.
poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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Sad Green Eyes
You look at me with sad green eyes,
I'm overcome with feeling-
Such deep emotion they disguise,
Yet send my senses reeling; They speak to me of loneliness
And feelings unexpressed,
Of hopes and dreams unrealized
And love gone uncaressed; They cry to me of urgency
To experience it all-
But here you are in limbo
With your back against the wall; I wish I had the answers
To the questions they impose-
I'm drowning in those sad green eyes
And the sorrow only grows; If I had one magic wish,
You know what it would be?
To see instead of sad green eyes
Green eyes that smile for me.
Living In China
They got the red book, they got the new look
All the little people that are living in china
They got the answers to all the questions
All the little people that are living in china
The solution is revolution
For all of the little people that are living in china
They got ping pong egg foo yung
For all the little people that are living in china
What would chairman mao say, if he knew what theyre doing to his wife today
What did china do? she ordered out for submarines instead of chinese food
China fields of rice, modern man no longer evil hes a paradise
What did the chairman want?
A great big wall they could all watch orientals on
They got the red book, they got the new look
The little people that are living in china
They got the answers to all the questions
The little people that are living in china
The solution is revolution
For all the little people that are living in china
They got ping pong egg foo yung
All the little people that are living in china
What would chairman mao say
If he knew what his people think of him today
Revolution is out of hand
The gang of four, trying to make it as a western band
China, what do you need
Youve got everything from your scruffy head to dirty feet
China you want to dance
Youre wearing makeup and listening to adam and the ants
They got the new look, they got the red book,
All the little people that are living in china
They got the answers to all the questions
All the little people that are living in china
The solution is revolution
For all the little people that are living in china
They got ping pong egg foo yung
The little people that are living in china
The solution is revolution
They got the answers to all the questions
All the little people that are living in china
China, living in china
China, living in china
China, living in china
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Empty Old Houses
Empty Old Houses
Empty old houses can talk…
But one must know how to listen…
to hear them
Empty old houses have stories…
But one must be eager to listen…
to hear them
Empty old houses can suffer..
But one must have empathy …
To feel it
Empty old houses can feel pain
But one must be able to bear it …
To feel it
Empty old houses have memories
But one must believe … that they have…
To share them
Empty old houses contain people’s lives
But one must believe…that they do…
To share them
Empty old houses can seem dead and deserted
But one must know that they’re not..
To know them
Empty old houses can teem with life’s pleasures
But one must walk through
to sense the aura of life
Empty old houses abound in life’s treasures
But one cannot help but…
To admire them
poem by David Whalen
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Needless To Worry
I’ve almost spent my days
In worrying on things along my way.
I’m worried about my husband
What if he finds someone?
I’m worried about my daughter
Can she pursue her career?
I’m worried about my eldest son
What if he encounters a troublesome?
I’m worried about my youngest
Can he cope with his classmates?
I’m worried about money.
I’m so concerned about the health of the family.
I think of the weather and calamity.
Too much to say I’m afraid of the disaster.
This is really true all of these I’ve encountered.
Not now that I’ve been closer to Jesus.
I stopped worrying on any issues.
No matter how dark the world is
With His guidance I can handle this.
I believe the Lord controls the affair
So I must not committed to be afraid.
The Lord is big enough for me
He’s the only one who knows what the future will be.
I will not be a prisoner of worry again!
poem by Rose de Ramar
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evasive (EDITED FOR one letter only)
the answers are shy
they have not matured
they always are not
confronting the questions
which keep on roaming like
Nazi soldiers looking
for the kill of the innocent
ones
the answers are arrows
with blunt tips
the questions are the black holes
of our universe
who dares to answer all of them
not me
i see all the questions
and i am but a little boy stupid on the street
looking for mother
and afraid of what a father can do
to defend the senselessness of
my posture
the questions are alive
the answers need a redemption
i take the side step
write a poem and then sleep
who knows?
the answer is nothing but a dream
yes, a dream
something ephemeral
yes, an illusion
something like a mirror
yes, a moment,
something that must pass like the shadow of the moon.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Evasive
the answers are shy
they have not matured
they always are not
confronting the questions
which keep on roaming like
Nazi soldiers looking
for the kill of the innocent
ones
the answers are arrows
with blunt tips
the questions are the black holes
of our universe
who dares to answer all of them
not me
i see all the questions
and i am but a little boy stupid on the street
looking for mother
and afraid of what a father can do
to defend the senselessness of
my posture
the questions are alive
the answers need a redemption
i take the side step
write a poem and then sleep
who know?
the answer is nothing but a dream
yes, a dream
something ephemeral
yes, an illusion
something like a mirror
yes, a moment,
something that must pass like the shadow of the moon.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sorrow Under Mist
Mist -
Giving wispy vapour to the breath,
Cool calm to autumn afternoons,
A hovering air of mysticism
Over brooding lakes -
Was different here,
Affording company, closeness -
A caring arm around her shoulders.
In the eyes, a once-clear oceanic blue
Wavered under water -
Tears telling torrid truths
She couldn't face -
Like the glowering image in the mirror
You don't see in your mind's eye
Of compensation; delusion.
We see her sitting on the concrete steps
That led down to the dew-laden garden.
She's peering up, sensing her diffuse companion,
Refreshing in its chill; giving crispness
To the stealth of dulling evening.
But the bite of air couldn't lift the sorrow
Of pale youth in love,
Shouldered by a not-in-love and scoffing eye.
Rejection hurt;
Hurts -
Wrenches deep -
Emotion that we can't deny!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
Sorrow Rain
sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow
sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow
sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow
sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow
sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow
sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow
sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Unknown To You
sorrow lost is pain unknown,
pain unknown is greatness unshown.
the end of sorrow marks the end of a life.
living in hate is a sad existence,
giving no chance to face the end.
the end is near when I choose to be away.
afraid, no other options, the door opens,
and I will walk through it.
poem by Brittney Karasek
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Instead Of Being A Pessimist
You want answers to your questions?
Ask yourself this...
What began the origin of those questions.
And...
How did they begin for you to exist.
You want a life you like?
Oppose to the one you don't?
Why have you chosen to dislike what you do?
And who enforced this dislike upon you.
Do you live with wishes to fulfill your dreams?
Or are you focused on others,
Who seem to have 'your' things.
Are you focused upon others,
Who seem to be living your life?
Doing those things,
You wish for you also to like?
Perhaps those questions you ask,
Are not yours afterall.
And perhaps those answers,
That have come to you answered...
You ignored them to disbelieve,
Those answers received...
Were not yours.
Because you spend your time,
In the minding of other people's business!
And your business,
You haven't given your time to see...
Succeed.
But your time is spent,
Lamenting others you despise and criticize.
You want answers to your questions?
Wait for therm patiently to come.
Before you impatiently decide,
To get up and leave.
Believing they can be found,
With you not around.
You want answers to your questions?
Ask yourself this...
What began the origin of those questions.
And...
How did they begin for you to exist?
Ask yourself that.
Instead of being a pessimist!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faces
Im waiting helpless and wanting more oh
I have been here before
So whats the next step is it up or down
Please [take*] me to the door
But there are too many faces too many faces
And I dont know what theyre all for
So give me earthquakes and heartache
And everything thats in-between
I just want to know what is real
Give me earthquakes and heartache
And everything thats in-between
Cause I dont want to fight this any more
Im living for sure
Yi yi yi yi yi yi...
Im on the outside and Im peering in
But things dont look like what they have been no
There are too many races too many races
And I dont really want to win
So give me earthquakes and heartache
And everything thats in between
I just want to know what is real
Give me earthquakes and heartache
And everything thats in between
Cause I dont want to fight this any more
Im living for sure
I promise I will never take more than I can give
But I dont want to play these silly games
No, I just want to live so please
Take off your mask and show me all that you are
Because life is better when you are not busy playing parts.
Yes I said life is better when you are not busy playing parts.
Yes it is, life is better when you are not playing with
Faces
Give me earthquakes and heartache
And everything thats in between
I just want to know what is real
Give me earthquakes and heartache
And everything thats in between
Cause I dont want to fight this any more
Im living for sure
Im living for sure
Why am I running I am running so far oh
Just to figure out who you all are
And there are too many questions too many questions
And all the answers seem so far
Give me earthquakes and heartache
And everything thats in between
I just want to know what is real
Give me earthquakes and heartache
And everything thats in between
Cause I dont want to fight this any more
Im living for sure
Im living for sure, yeah
Yi yi yi yi yi yi yi...
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Faces
Im waiting helpless and wanting more oh
I have been here before
So whats the next step is it up or down
Please [take*] me to the door
But there are too many faces too many faces
And I dont know what theyre all for
So give me earthquakes and heartache
And everything thats in-between
I just want to know what is real
Give me earthquakes and heartache
And everything thats in-between
Cause I dont want to fight this any more
Im living for sure
Yi yi yi yi yi yi...
Im on the outside and Im peering in
But things dont look like what they have been no
There are too many races too many races
And I dont really want to win
So give me earthquakes and heartache
And everything thats in between
I just want to know what is real
Give me earthquakes and heartache
And everything thats in between
Cause I dont want to fight this any more
Im living for sure
I promise I will never take more than I can give
But I dont want to play these silly games
No, I just want to live so please
Take off your mask and show me all that you are
Because life is better when you are not busy playing parts.
Yes I said life is better when you are not busy playing parts.
Yes it is, life is better when you are not playing with
Faces
Give me earthquakes and heartache
And everything thats in between
I just want to know what is real
Give me earthquakes and heartache
And everything thats in between
Cause I dont want to fight this any more
Im living for sure
Im living for sure
Why am I running I am running so far oh
Just to figure out who you all are
And there are too many questions too many questions
And all the answers seem so far
Give me earthquakes and heartache
And everything thats in between
I just want to know what is real
Give me earthquakes and heartache
And everything thats in between
Cause I dont want to fight this any more
Im living for sure
Im living for sure, yeah
Yi yi yi yi yi yi yi...
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A Grasshopper Must Jump
offer young grasshopper
tiny roots of wisdom
to perceive her reality
grasshopper wants desires
to jump ever more boldly
from grass blade to blade
see how high I can jump
see how far I can jump
screams young grasshopper
grasshopper wants praise
grasshopper wants esteem
grasshopper wants no advice
grasshopper hears with legs
so jump blindly grasshopper
learn own leap life lessons
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Guilt
You accuse them of guilt and theft,
Of worried statements and mild skill.
Your desks of wisdom are contained in a box,
A box is always full of statements that lock.
Guilty people are like thieves, often called flocks,
Called sheep that mutter why they cry.
The lambs are like sweetness, but only sheep,
Their habits will cause us to shun and speak.
This habit carried anxiety and absoluteness,
My habit is of worry for those in worry.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Probing Questions
Is there something more to life, than endless days of toil and strife?
Is there something after all of this; a Hell below or a Heavenly Bliss?
Can there truly be life after death, this when we take our final breath?
That question always asked is why; do innocent people have to die?
Why do righteous people perish, while evil seems to always flourish?
Friend is there truly a Living God, who rules above the earth we trod?
And does God truly care for us; mortal beings that return to the dust?
Can anyone have true peace of mind, in this world that is so unkind?
Why’s there evil darkness everywhere, if He is a God filled with care?
And why would a God full of love, simply sit and watch from above?
These are just a few of many more, questions asked about my Lord,
Questions that you may have asked; some in the not so distant past.
Many questions are Satan’s reproof, to keep many from God’s Truth,
Let none of them keep you from, Christ who from Heaven has come,
With answers to these and more, on questions about Heaven’s Door.
The Spirit leads to God’s Word, with the answers to questions heard,
Eternal answers which you will find, fill your heart not just your mind.
Where God not just answers them, but gives new life to all my friend.
Then all the questions are second to, the Eternal Life He’s given you.
And now an answer in my life, is to Heaven I’m going in Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©06/2007)
Design-(The Fabric Of Our Life?
Carnegie Hall has nothing on you...
Your design 'tis quite divine-?
Vice president of fabric-a velvet King...?
A Grand Master of Interior Design;
New York-it 'surely' loves you...
Michigan gave you your B.A. degree-
Chicago taught your interior- very well...
While you pulled the Wool over my eyes that now see;
A designer of pretence and scamming?
Caught up in your textile most divine?
Selling New York or 'tis it Newark?
You know longer fool these green eyes of mine;
Too used to people befriending me...
Now- too used to all of their lies...
Trust? whats that? lying to me flat...
You really take the the prize;
An 'altruistic' booby trap just waiting?
To think that i almost believed-
Michigan and Illinois must love you...
Just wonder how many others you have deceived?
What is the real name of your racket, anyway?
In collusion with some of my so-called-friends?
Taking a bite out of the Big Apple...
I can now forsee your most crooked end;
Dedicated to: Rockville Centre, New York
And to the man of many faces. (2007)
April,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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Questions?
i am tired of questions
all of them
too familiar and all
with ready
homemade answers
canned questions
and answers
in one book
scanned for years
and you all know them
canned laughter
canned faces
canned souls
canned and caned and chained
bones
they rattle and they shake
and roll
i have no answers.
i am throwing all these questions away.
i live everyday. i look at the trees
and the forests.
i simply live. Now.
i have no more questions.
neither will i demand
any answer from you.
go, go, find yourself.
i stay here wanting to find nothing at all.
i guess, after my 48 years
there is this truth
that i find: there is nothing
nothing to find
nothing to expect
nowhere to go
it is just this and this and this.
the one that i have in my hand
the one that i keep on holding
i enclose it and keep it warm
and alive
and you do not even care
this is it: me, myself, and I
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Depending On The Environment
By giving the people exactly what they ask for,
It becomes foolish to respond to their contradictions...
When they demand answers to questions,
As to how things got the way they are.
And not one person will admit,
They have what they requested.
If not...
Why has the acceptance of it,
Been tolerated for so long?
Somebody with their eyes opened wide,
Had to have seen it and told someone else.
To deny that something does not exist,
That is obvious...
To then declare not wanting it,
After years of pretending it had not been there...
Is more than a 'bit' unrealistic.
This 'phenomenon' can be labelled as...
Living unconsciously.
However...
Those more direct would say this is stupid!
Those less direct,
Would 'think' of this as being mentally sick!
Depending on the environment.
And who is appropriately covered,
By adequate health insurance to be medically medicated.
To co-pay at one's expense to achieve 'normalcy'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Wonder
Why do ol’ windmills make me sad
Why do so many people wear sanctimonious faces
Why do lovers lie so bad
And whatever became of shoelaces
Why do so many people, regret
Instead of rejoice
Freely share their sadness…and yet
Hardly give happiness a voice
Why is it so easy to know now
What seemed so hard to learn then
Why so little value given
To the company of an ol’ friend
Why people rush to hear the news
Yet fail to listen to the wind
And also fail to notice in their lives
A mind-numbing sameness within
Why does life have a way
Of shrinking a man
And why do mistakes
Make life worth living
Do any of these questions
occur to you…and if any of them do
Perhaps you might have some answers to
These questions that I’m giving
poem by David Whalen
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Dirty White Boy
Hey, baby, if youre feelin down
I know whats good for you all day
Are you worried what your friends see
Will it ruin your reputation lovin me
cause Im a dirty white boy
Yeah a dirty white boy
A dirty white boy
Dont drive no big black car
Dont like no hollywood movie star
You want me to be true to you
You dont give a damn what I do to you
Im just a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
Well, Im a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, yeah, dirty white boy
A dirty white boy
Ive been in trouble since I dont know when
Im in trouble now and I now somehow Ill find trouble again
Im a loner, but Im never alone
Every night I get one step closer to the danger zone
cause Im a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, yeah, dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, Im a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
Cmon, cmon boy
Dirty white boy, white boy
Dirty white boy, Im a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
Hey, Im a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, yeah, Im a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, dirty white boy, yeah
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