Howling
Before I leave
I will give you my gift
to perceive the human anguish.
Time had passed like a snake
noiselessly, skipping the years
I grieved.
The solace of harvesting the dreams
was thin.
A terrible shadow of a futile
creation.
Hopes always lied
hollowed by anesthesia of truth.
A surrogate womb trims
the love.
My garden was always green.
Howling was generating the heat.
poem by Satish Verma
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Our First Anniversary
It is our first anniversary
All love and wishes to you
Honey, darling
You are the sunshine
You are the sparkle of my life
You are the flowers and roses
You are the garden of joy
Strings of love still bind us
Since the day I met you
Hopes and dreams shadow me
Hugs, kisses and touch
Shrine our romance
One year had passed
It did not fade
The promise
For everlasting love
Ever to our golden years.
poem by Sherif Monem
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Surrogate
You give me your brightest smile
Your hands are warm to mine
It is almost a perfect romance
But I'm just the surrogate
I should not even feel
It's not me you imagine
You only need a replacement
I'm just a substitute
To cover your truly desire
You always have the shadow
That avoid you to be responsible
You often give me a false hope
But I'm just the surrogate
You never want me for real
I'll follow your act
My smile still won't crack
I'm ready for the impact
With everything on track
I'll be good
I'll be very very good
I'll follow your mood
Though maybe it is not always good
You shout so harsh and cramp
Your words insult my mind
It is nearly a killing time
But I'm just the surrogate
I know that you don't mean it
I'm not the one you see
You only need a release
I'm just a simple distraction
Easy to be abandoned
You ask me to tell it plain
Your eyes beg me to understand
It looks like a good agreement
But I'm just the surrogate
My truth is always on the seal
I'll be obedient
I'll show my acceptance
I'll adapt with your sense
Even it is out of insane
I'll be the fool
I'll be your perfect tool
I'll move like a doll
Who doesn't have any goal
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Green Eyes
Faith was not taking him
near the truth.
Staring at reason
his inner self became a burden
on the whispering road.
They were going to exhume
the body of the martyr
for finding the ethos of hope
invoking the afternoon sun
to guide them in dark.
So the blood had a terrible
celebration of alienation
generating the heat of hate
not for the proud mother
who was grieving.
Time will not forgive
for the murder of green eyes.
The masses are rising
like a turbulent sea
riding through the tears.
poem by Satish Verma
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What Can I Do
Well I don't know why I feel the way that I do
through all these years, but I still think of you
You're in my dreams,
I have seen the life we should have had
But I'm so glad that the truth is out at last
What can I do with a love like this in my heart?
So what can I do, It's tearin' me apart
So what can I do, What can I do
Why can't you see that it's you I've always loved?
I travelled far with mem'ries I'm thinkin' of
Through all of this time thought my love would have passed
But I know now that our love was meant to last
What can I do with a love like this in my heart?
What can I do Babe, it's tearin' me apart?
Oh it's been a while since we been alone
And I know it's sad but I'd die for your love
I close my eyes and I see you by my side,
My hopes and dreams of our love is my desire
I want you to know that this love is still alive
So I held on to a lie I had to try
What can I do with a love like this in my heart?
So what can I do, It's tearin' me apart
So what can I do, What can I do
song performed by by 38 Special
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Dreams Unshared
Twenty years have passed, she still remains
Wed to the same employer, home and bed.
One lover only found the path that led
Down to her heart but brought unhappy chains.
Each year was watered with fresh pillow stains,
Care etched its acid lines as youth's hopes fled
Away and one by one her blossoms bled.
Declining health scope limited as strains
Expressed themselves in sundry aches and pains.
Solitude, silent, grieved. In children's stead,
Projects and dreams unshared, palm's hopes unread
Alas dust piled upon Time's counterpanes.
So two decades spun by, and what's to show?
Some fears, some tears, some years ‘tis time to go.
(24 February 1992)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Give Me The Taste,
give me the taste,
give me the taste,
the joy of being with you,
you made me see beauty of you,
Iam not under attack anymore,
I loved that face,
I can see that great taste,
give me love,
more love than these,
alive and living,
we will survive,
we will live and never die,
I can watch them seeing me,
This is the face of a King,
Within me is the living man,
Man that is living,
My human will is not to attack,
But to love the human ability,
Make me perceive the joy of living,
Do not make me be under attack,
Make me see the joy of us loving one another,
By human conscience,
It is my ability to see the fear dyeing,
We are all the lovers of the higher being,
Perceive the joy of living,
That by the grace we are never willing to die,
Time is moving so fast,
All our abilities is to love one another,
All our abilities is to perceive the glorious throne.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Years are lost
Years are lost
In futile revelations
Sanity succumbed
To useless relations
What stood time –
But a pure heart
So tenderly destroyed
By a trusting art
Casts, we all play
Moulded by selfishness.
Time sporadically
Strips it to nakedness
The Truth
The Truth seized
Laid, Raped
Loses its profanity
Years are lost
In futile revelations.
poem by Kiran Prasad
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Stone
(ronnie lane)
Well once I was a stone and many years ago
Into a pool I was thrown, a many years ago.
Time passed by, the pool ran dry, escaped was i.
And tempered the beat came a fiery heat,
By the aim of a man, whos name was dann, dann the blacksmith.
Well once I was a sword, a many years ago.
And my blade was broad, a many years ago.
Worn my pride, in a battle Id ride at a warrior side.
And I cut and I killed and was lost in the field,
And soon did rust, and corrode to dust, oh my.
Well and once I was a daisy, a many years ago.
In pastures green and lazy, a many years ago.
But I was hit by goat who fell in the moat, and forgetting to float
He sunk like a lead and stayed until dead,
But was relieved to find, oh lord, just how kind it all was.
Well and once I was a grub, a many years ago.
And I lived in blood red mud, a many years ago.
But on the very first noon I became a cocoon that resembled a prune.
When the good work was done in the warmth of the sun.
I shed my skins, and dried my wings, and I flew away.
Well and once I was a bullfrog, had to struggle for survival.
And once I was a carp and lived in waters on the mantle.
And once I was a man of earth, quoting verses from the bible,
Said I played them all, I played them all, st. luke.
Well and once I was a mule, a many years ago.
But my master he treat me cruel, a many years ago.
By and by I was sick, couldnt move to his kick, so he took out a stick
And hit it right cross my back with an almighty crack,
And to his dismay, I passed away, into the blue.
Then I was born a human baby, a many years ago.
Well I remember I was born unto a lady, a many years ago.
All our hopes they were found on the back of a child that turned out to be wild.
Sent the devil a prayer and caused the pope to swear.
So I took my leave, to lie and plead, on my way to jail.
Well Ive been a tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor.
Ive known good times and disaster.
Oh but now Ive found a teacher, and the teacher has a master,
And the master is perfection, so he helps us get there faster.
Oh it dont need no proof, because thats the truth, and Ill drink to that.
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Poor Kid
Mumsie and Dad are raven dark
And I am lily blonde.
''Tis strange,' I once heard nurse remark,
'You do not correspond.'
And yet they claim me as their own,
Born of their flesh and bone.
To doubt their parenthood I dread,
But now to girlhood grown,
The thought is haunting in my head
That I am not their own:
If so, my radiant bloom of youth
Would wither in the truth.
'Twould give me anguish deep to know
A fondling babe was I;
And that a maid in wedless woe
Left me to live or die:
I'd rather Mother lied and lied
To save my pride.
I love them both and they love me;
I am their all, they say.
Yet though the sweetest home have we,
To know I'm theirs I pray.
If not, please dear ones, never tell . . .
The truth would be of hell.
poem by Robert William Service
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In The Heat Of The Morning
The blazing sunset in your eyes will tantalize
Every man who looks your way
I watched them sink before your gaze
Seniorita sway
Dance with me before their frozen eyes
Im so much in love
Like a little soldier catching butterflies
No man loved like I love you
Wouldnt you like to love me too
In the heat of the morning
In the shadow Ill clip your wings
And Ill tell you I love you
In the heat of the morning
Ill tie a knot in rainbows end, organise the breeze
Light my candle from the sun
Ill give you daylight for a friend
Ill do all of these
Ill prove that it can be done, oh, Im so much in love
Like the ragged boy who races with the wind
No man loved like I love you
Wouldnt you like to love me too
In the heat of the morning
In the shadow Ill clip your wings
And Ill tell you I love you
In the heat of the morning
In the heat of the morning
In the shadow Ill clip your wings
And Ill tell you I love you
In the heat of the morning
Oh yeah, all day, all the way
Ooh
song performed by by David Bowie
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Incantation (1)
The Shadow is a Snake,
Living under the Sand,
And seared by the Sun.
The Sun burns the Sand,
The Snake slithers out,
And follows the Shadow.
The Sand absorbs the Sun,
The Snake bares its fangs,
Then it covers the Shadow.
The Shadow and the Snake,
The Sand and the desert Sun,
One for all, all for one.
poem by Elmer Romulo Valdez
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The Truth
The truth is a knife
That the heart is blind to see
Hand in hand with hopes and dreams
The innocent,
Unweathered heart starts to bleed
The wound to deep
For time to heal
In agony it turns cold
And soon death it feels
Now facing the truth
The heart can see
Hopes and dreams can't help
When the truth won't let
Love grow free
poem by Matt Mondschein
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The Humble Pen
What dreams we have
We share with the pen.
What love we find,
We share with the pen.
What happiness we find,
We share with the pen.
When our soul bleeds,
We find solace in the pen.
When our hearts are broken,
We find comfort in the pen.
When all hope is lost,
We find salvation in the pen.
And when we leave this mortal coil
We will leave the pen,
For our Children to pick up.
For the pen, is a rainbow,
For our dreams, hopes and fears
Where the heart and soul has a voice
Where love resides for your fellow man,
And where beauty is found everywhere
It confirms our existence, our beliefs.
And though our lives are brief
It is a noble quest,
A gift of love to the world,
And a seed of hope,
So Let the children plant and nurture this hope
And they too will see the rainbow.
Let this legacy nourish their lives
With love and beauty,
And let the humble pen go on,
To find the next voice,
The next chapter on this wonderful planet, we call Earth
poem by Steven Cooke
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Eternal Love I'll never know
Your body lays in the coffin stiff as a board. I only knew you for a glimmer of time.
I heard you passed away the other day, my heart sank, like the day you left me.
Before you were gone from my life, now you are gone from this world.
I sit here and wonder where your spirit is floating now. I hope it will be pleasant and in a place I would recognize. A place where I could maybe wander and find you someday.
Your beautiful white face, that use to be caressed by the love of our Sun, is expressionless.
Just like the day you crushed my hopes and dreams of being with you.
Sometimes I feel like I've let those days go, and some days I don't feel alone.
Today I'm with someone new, years have passed us by, but I feel dead to her and life on the inside.
Maybe it's in my mind, so determined to be with you, the only one I let myself love.
Or maybe it's just a simple fear and I don't have enough courage to just let go.
This bond I feel for you is beautiful yet so sadistic. It has controlled me ever since that day, and I'm not sure how to help myself. Everything I look at now lacks color and is seen in black and white.
The angels are flying over my head, I'm lying here thinking of you in bed.
Your dark brown hair is spread through my finger tips, I can feel every crevice in your lips as I lean in to mend them with mine.
And now your dead...I don't know where you have gone, but search for me okay? Like I have searched for you. I'll know when you return, I'll know when you are there. If I could breathe the breath of life back into your lungs, I would. If I could give life back to what we had I would try. Because is those short moments, I've felt more alive then all these twenty five years.
You'll never find someone like me again, not ever. I know everyone says that when they are left standing in the dust, but this time it is true. I never had a human choice, but as if a puppet master above my head pulled a string, and my heart loved you.
But be still now my love, be at peace and rest because I have done all the wandering and anguish for the both of us for so long. I look forward to the day I see you, and my heart skips a beat one more time.
Because in that moment I'm jolted back to life, and I know everything is going to be fine.
And in that instant it's gone, it hurts me to feel eternal love I'll never know.
poem by Midnight Writer
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The Garden of Shadow
Love heeds no more the sighing of the wind
Against the perfect flowers: thy garden's close
Is grown a wilderness, where none shall find
One strayed, last petal of one last year's rose.
O bright, bright hair! O mouth like a ripe fruit!
Can famine be so nigh to harvesting?
Love, that was songful, with a broken lute
In grass of graveyards goeth murmuring.
Let the wind blow against the perfect flowers,
And all thy garden change and glow with spring:
Love is grown blind with no more count of hours
Nor part in seed-time nor in harvesting.
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Futile
assimilate the night
they cut into your brain
they crack apart the skull
and stick the wires in
the computer releationship
a flame into the flesh
a cut into the brain
a cut runs in your face
you can't believe your head
you can't believe your eyes
nobody can escape
the futile assesment
the futile assesment
oh, futile
we're futile
futile
you're futile
futile religion
futile expression
your futile aggression
a futile obsession
oh, futile assasination
you'll faulter
your generation
your immoral futile assimilation
expressionation
annihilation
song performed by by Velvet Acid Christ
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Savage Tears
He cried tears to tear the heart.
Not the silent tears of aching sorrow.
But those of unimaginable loss.
Vast exhaling sobs that shook the earth
And silent screams that vibrated the air.
That grieved in utter stillness, soundless.
For he had wept the well of tears dry.
The irreparable loss, hard edged,
Had left him hollowed, paper thin.
A howling dissonance of pain too great.
The pit belly loneliness of deprivation.
It is the rendering down of that most deep
An unconscious dissonant of wailing.
But then as surly as the sun rises
He learned to live again, a half life,
Its true, but thankful to come to rest
And lay his head on sunnier shores.
poem by Paul Brookes
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Fire In The Sky
heat light sunlight
particle wave energy
radiant solar wind
heat light sunlight
flowing from globe sun
these critical parts
fuel for an ecosystem
sun's gift heat
helps water evaporate
return to atmosphere
evaporate purify
cycled back
into purer water
sun's gift heat
helps keep plants
helps keep animals
blanket warm
without light
light gift from sun
there cannot be
there is no
photosynthesis
plants destitute
would not
have energy
needed
to make food
volcanic vents
on ocean floor
supply energy
but not scale
photosynthesis
fire in the sky
supplies oceans
life energy
photosynthesis
at sea on land
is ocean gift life
science creation in harmony
nature’s laws are God’s laws
interlocking interrelated laws
harmony is balance in creation
are we not all parts of creation?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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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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Motive
The green garden and the blue lover!
The love of your blues over the flowers;
But wash yourself separately for the first time.
Look beyond personality and learn a lot,
For the first time can change many things!
And like your sweet muse in the green garden.
Measure yourself by the things you value in this life,
For there is a difference between abuse and discipline;
And like the motive of your love in this garden.
The right choice is now with your integrity,
So do make sure that he or she is a moral person;
And like the muse of your sweet love in the green garden.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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