Pure Steel
Coming near the incarnation of an
unknown, sunflower seeds were cracking.
Trickling down the cleavage of a tormentor
reaching near the edge of poetry.
I ask you to clamp my name, the
gash on the book was bleeding.
Was it discretion of night to decorate
a battered and abused body of a doll?
Naked you cry on the shoulder of the moon.
This was my prophecy, this is my fate.
poem by Satish Verma
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The Aesthetes
The lily cranks, the lily cranks,
The loppy, loony lasses!
They multiply in rising ranks
To execute their solemn pranks,
They moon along in masses.
Blow, sweet lily, in the shade! O,
Sunflower decorate the dado!
The maiden ass, the maiden ass,
The tall and tailless jenny!
In limp attire as green as grass,
She stands, a monumental brass,
The one of one too many.
Blow, sweet lily, in the shade! O,
Sunflower decorate the dado!
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Will sunflower find it's lover
What a wonderful sunflower is
sunflower has attractive colour
It is very simple
How much sunflower loves to sun
We can't imagine
sunflower is very faithful
sunflower gets up early in the morning
wash it's face with dew drops
worthwhile you are
sunflower waits the sun
It begins to looking towards the sun
you are my best friend
As sun moves, It follows blindly
no matter hot or cold
you are innocent
It goes behind the sun
till the sun set
sunflower remains with it
At the end of the day
beautiful sunflower feels tird
it becomes sad
but it says to sun good night
till the morning
with the hope to meet again
sunflower goes to sleep
Does sun knows about
The love of the sunflower
will sunflower find it's lover
how many years sunflower
has to wait
I can keep hope
soon........
april 12,2008
abdul razaq
poem by Abdul Razaq
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My Questions
On wrong side of truth
a prophecy burns.
A conflict of your own choosing
when more was less.
Do you need some divine
intervention in resolving
human questions?
The innocence of a sunflower
will not blame the moon
for dark night.
To watch a huge fig tree
coming out of a tiny
seed to give shelter
to hundreds of passersby.
Are you overwhelmed
by the promise of unproven
auguries?
poem by Satish Verma
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Helen and You and Six Pence Worth of Chips.
When Helen heard
that Pete Badam
had poked your guts
she said
why'd he do that?
I scored
a home goal
you replied
so? what's that
got to do
with anything?
she said
he caught me
off guard
you said
I'll get him back
no
she said
don't go down
to his level
she gave her doll
Battered Betty
a hug
I don‘t want
our children
to have a father
who's fighting
all the time
she added
gazing at you
through her
thick lens glasses
no worry
you said
Dave Walker
got Badam
in the guts afterwards
Helen looked at you
horrified
what is it with boys?
fight fight fight
she put Battered Betty
over her shoulder
and patted her back
and walked along
the pavement outside
the ABC cinema
you watched her go
back and forth
the doll moving
over her shoulder
Helen's blue
cardigan and dress
was lit up
by the lights
from the cinema
and reflected
in her glasses
I didn't ask Walker
to hit him
you said
he just poked him
in the guts
and walked off
Helen paused her pacing
and looked at you
the doll brought down
into her arms
I don't want
a violent husband
she said softly
I want you
as you are
that's fine
you said
but that's
another time
and tomorrow
as we're only just nine
and she walked
with you
to the chip shop
in the New Kent Road
to buy six penny's
worth of chips
and a kiss
on your cheek
from her lips.
poem by Terry Collett
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you will have a chance seeing
the sunflower
poetess
only
once,
a glimpse
you love it but you can only love it once
when it faced the sun so bravely
chanting
singing her one and only song
then she goes away
like the sunflower
wilting
bowing to the ground
surrendering her many seeds
falling scattering
it is only the rain that comes
to bring her back to life again
her seeds sprouting again
not just with a mother song
but children poems
all along.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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So Where Is The Sunflower Poetess?
you will have a chance seeing
the sunflower
poetess
only
once,
a glimpse
you love it but you can only love it once
when it faced the sun so bravely
chanting
singing her one and only song
then she goes away
like the sunflower
wilting
bowing to the ground
surrendering her many seeds
falling scattering
it is only the rain that comes
to bring her back to life again
her seeds sprouting
not just with a mother song
but children's poems
all along.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Desire
The sun
Blowing the moon away
Lights me up for
One more day
The streets are naked
In the morning sun
The night lifts behind me
I run and run
Morning heat
Puts a thin film of sweat on my face
A little man, his eyes half closed
Puts chairs on tables
Admires his work
And collects a quarter from the floor
I head over to broadway
Where I watch myself
Having a slow breakfast
Trying to impress the barman with a fresh voice
When I ask for the bill
The sun
Blowing the moon away
Lights me up for
One more day
The streets are naked
In the morning sun
The night lifts behind me
I run and run
Desire
Desire for the unknown eyes
Desire for the unknown name
Im burning in the morning sun, I want to run
Desire for the unknown name
Desire for the unknown love
Im burning in the morning sun
song performed by by Yello
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Desire
The sun
Blowing the moon away
Lights me up for
One more day
The streets are naked
In the morning sun
The night lifts behind me
I run and run
Morning heat
Puts a thin film of sweat on my face
A little man, his eyes half closed
Puts chairs on tables
Admires his work
And collects a quarter from the floor
I head over to broadway
Where I watch myself
Having a slow breakfast
Trying to impress the barman with a fresh voice
When I ask for the bill
The sun
Blowing the moon away
Lights me up for
One more day
The streets are naked
In the morning sun
The night lifts behind me
I run and run
Desire
Desire for the unknown eyes
Desire for the unknown name
Im burning in the morning sun, I want to run
Desire for the unknown name
Desire for the unknown love
Im burning in the morning sun
song performed by by Yello
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As A Re-vamping Advances
Clamped!
Those with fantasies...
Tightening down with a clamp.
Those who don't believe,
A tightened down clamp...
Will be achieved,
And not romanced.
As a re-vamping advances...
To clamp!
Those with fantasies...
Tightening down with a clamp.
Those who don't believe,
A tightened down clamp...
Will be achieved,
And not romanced.
As a re-vamping advances...
To clamp!
Those with fantasies...
Tightening down with a clamp.
Those who don't believe,
A tightened down clamp...
Will be achieved,
And not romanced.
As a re-vamping advances...
To clamp!
1-2-3...and,
Clamped!
Those with fantasies...
Tightening down with a clamp.
Those who don't believe,
A tightened down clamp...
Will be achieved,
And not romanced.
As a re-vamping advances...
To clamp!
'I love this.
I love the 'salsa' feel of it.
What are you calling this,
Rhythmic hypnoticness? '
~As A Re-vamping Advances~
'I like those key elements of change.
It's very close to a cha-cha.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rag Doll
I might be dirty, but atleast i'm loved
I might be made of rags, but atleast I'm wanted
I might be an old doll, but i'll never leave you
Cause your my only friend
But sometimes i wonder
Why would you want a rag doll like me?
I'm not pretty
I'm used and i've been abused
So i have a question
Why do you want me?
I might be timit, but i have a big heart
I'll be here for you
Even if you're not for me!
Cause you're the first one to love a rag doll like me!
(9-9-05)
poem by Brandi Young
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I Raise My Head
i raise my head towards the heavy rain
strong seeds of water
hitting my eyes
like i am the cracking earth
thirsty of the
season
the seeds stay inside my
eyelids
my heart and sprouts to
become
the trees of my life
i am not afraid if i cannot
move anymore
with roots coming out
from my feet.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fate-4
Fate is cruel
when moist honey lips in other`s tongue
Fate is lust
when moiest honey lips in my tongue
Fate is hell
when true love battered
Fate is pleasure
when other`s love on bed
Fate is vivid
when she opened her legs for me
Fate is vicious
when I am naked on another`s split
Fate is pain
when both of us on yet another`s split and jerks
Fate is what a fail in harmony
what we lost in love
where we lost hardwork
and when our will buried under
Fate rule us............
poem by Lily Peace Lago Every By To Ph
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Reaching For The Moon
The moon and you appear to be
So near and yet so far from me
And here am I on a night in june
Reaching for the moon and you,
I wonder if well ever meet
My song of love is incomplete
Im just the words, looking for the tune
Reaching for the moon and you.
Im just the words, looking for the tune
Reaching for the moon and you.
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Reaching For The Moon
The moon and you appear to be
So near and yet so far from me
And here am I on a night in june
Reaching for the moon and you,
I wonder if well ever meet
My song of love is incomplete
Im just the words, looking for the tune
Reaching for the moon and you.
Im just the words, looking for the tune
Reaching for the moon and you.
song performed by by Irving Berlin
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Empty minds filled with pride
Empty minds filled with pride
Naked to a suit
Blown without a cause
See their body's falling
In a blood scared land of fear
Hear them call, hear them calling
Who's the master of my fate?
And why do I wait…
And why do I want…
And why do I wait...
And why do I want to die…
Oh bring me a white flag
To wash the blood from my face
And bring me a virgin
Of saving grace
And let love be the price
I said let love be the price
Oh let love be the price for peace…
But their body's keep-on-falling
Like seeds to the ground
But those seeds will never sow
Those seeds will never grow
Life it's what you make it
So don't go breaking
Your dreams of love
Your dreams of love (humming here!)
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Poetry Unlimited
Poetry is looking,
at a flower and,
seeing the beauty
hidden within.
Poetry is bringing
out love, deep in
your heart, telling
your love one how you feel.
Poetry is feeling
a cool breeze
as you lie in an open
field, so deep in thought.
Poetry is seeing
the beauty of soft
fluffy white clouds
as no one else does.
Poetry is hearing
sounds of nature
soaking it all in
to mind and soul.
Poetry is watching and
standing by river's edge
seeing rippling water
flowing to places unknown.
Poetry is gazing at
rolling hills stretching
as far, as the eye
can see.
Poetry is digging
deep into inter feelings
bringing it out
and exposing it.
Poetry is love
Poetry is feelings
Poetry is seeing
Poetry is what you are.
Battered
Battered.
And I hate it.
Addicted to the abuse of it.
It seems to benefit our love making.
The two of us lusting,
To crush each other's emotions.
We share a sick relationship.
It's as if it is a need.
Battered.
Wounded, bleeding...
To beg for forgiveness.
And the coming together to kiss!
Why is this brutality missed?
I hate it when you bait me into an argument.
Don't go!
I love you.
And I can't make sense of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Its Like Reaching For The Moon
Sherman / lewis / marqusee
Its like reaching for the moon
Its like reaching for the sun
Its like reaching for the stars
Reaching for you
Youre so far above me
How can I expect than an angel to
Its so refined as you are
Its like flying without wings
Playing fiddle without strings
And a million other things
No one can do
No, my hopes are slender
In my secret heart I pray youll surrender soon
No, its like reaching for the moon
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Unspoken Secrets
It comes rolling out
from the trees, a sliced moon
inside out, undressing. Pain
quietly walks away.
I wash out my battered dreams.
A spiritual rain drenches
the mind. A shaft of blue light
provokes to inherit the sky.
I hear the music, what is not there.
Anonymous creation,
unnamed, unsung, I am waiting
for a human touch.
I know we have killed all
the manners. Men are becoming roads,
disappearing in landslides.
In names we dedicate
our customs of beautiful past.
Note book narrates but
nobody writes on the wall.
Someone scatters the virgin
seeds like unspoken secrets.
A scream becomes a custom,
mining the unknown.
We will gather the wings
of fallen birds and portray
a non-being on the mirror.
poem by Satish Verma
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Manhood
in the center of my garden
of paradise
i stand alone
naked facing a mirror pool
where i see my
own image
i raise my hands to touch
the moon
it is golden on a sheen of fingers
touching my body
i squirt
too much light
so many seeds of light
some tiny hungry grass forms
have mouths
open
drinking some dews from the leaves
of my body
this is the cycle of my
solo existence
squirts of light
when the moon fades in a universe of dark space
it is so silent
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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