Spellbound
Death sits in wait
in the empty valley
of your sleeper cell.
The confession of a guilt
liberates the funeral
of a martyr.
Give me your breasts
for a modular test.
Don’t let the milk go waste.
Your pearly teeth
were biting negativity of the red
chilli of dark sex
before the sunrise
in a kingdom of debris
of long names.
poem by Satish Verma
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Waiting For The Sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
So I can take your hand and stroll about.
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
So we can go on the streets and see the people smile.
Give me your hand,
So I could tell you that things will be alright.
The rooms still dark,
But it wont be so long,
And I can take you outside.
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
So we can go to the park and roll about.
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
So we can go to the docks and watch the boats go by.
Come on, love, give me your hand,
And things will be alright.
The rooms still cold,
But it wont be so long,
That we can go outside.
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
So I could see your hair shining in the air.
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
So I can see the sky reflected in your eyes.
Come on, love, dont be depressed,
Things will be alright.
The rooms too low,
But it wont be so long,
That we can be outside.
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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The Sleepers
Two sleepers dreaming different dreams
lay together but apart
of a differnt girl he dreamed
he stirred but didn't start.
Beneath a canopy of stars
on a blanket in the dark
he gently kissed her burn scared breasts
and swore they'd never part.
The other sleeper gently moaned
with her dream love in the dark
deft fingers probed her secret place
as they lay heart to heart.
she may have called a name, not his,
as she shifted in the dark
but is that infidelity
on imaginations part?
Her fellow sleeper also smiled
as he dreamed of love long past
of his promise, long forgotten,
to a love that did not last.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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No food is wasted
The milk poured over the idol’s head
Trickles down to reach the earth.
The milk is not spilt; germs are there to eat.
The milk spoilt means germs have eaten it.
The milk stolen by the cat is not a waste.
No organic food goes waste
And is broken down to elements
In cycles of feeding by organisms.
The elements, the end product,
Serves as food to the plant kingdom.
08.02.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Kingdom
Now we are come to our Kingdom,
And the State is thus and thus;
Our legions wait at the Palace gate—
Little it profits us.
Now we are come to our Kingdom!
Now we are come to our Kingdom,
And the Crown is ours to take—
With a naked sword at the Council board,
And under the throne the snake.
Now we are come to our Kingdom !
Now we are come to our Kingdom,
And the Realm is ours by right,
With shame and fear for our daily cheer,
And heaviness at night.
Now we are come to our Kingdom !
Now we are come to our Kingdom,
But my love's eyelids fall.
All that I wrought for, all that I fought for,
Delight her nothing at all.
My crown is of withered leaves,
For she sits in the dust and grieves.
Now we are come to our Kingdom !
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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The Sleeper
Let Sleeper do as Sleeper does
And Dreamer men take flight in haze;
For while one wastes their precious time,
The other makes most of their days.
Let Sleeper do as Sleeper does
While Romantic laughs and cries;
For the first shall miss their life,
The other feel until he dies.
Let Sleeper do as Sleeper does
For Sleeper still can dream;
Dream of a more romantic time,
Be three, but yet one seem.
poem by Liam O'Brien
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Life Or Death?
Every day we live, we always face death
We get closer to it, every time we take a breath
Life is special but death brings peace
Life brings reality and things you believe
Death is hard for everyone around
Death is quiet, no more bad sounds
Life is also hard, all the things we go through
Life can never be easy, no matter what you do
Death is sad, for those who cry
Death is meaningful, for those who die
Life is a work of art, it's nice to look
Life is full of teachings, like an open book
Death is the new life, might as well be dead
Death is a lot more, for what's up ahead
Life brings new things, always something new
Life brings surprises, something out the blue
Death is scary, nothing we want to see
Death is negative, a place we don't want to be
Life is full of love, with the ones close to you
Life is full of money, for those who sue
Death is empty, nothing compared to this
Death is a lot of things, too long of a list
But life is everything; don't wait till there's nothing left
Death can wait, so don't waste your last breath
So just pick your choice, which one? Life or death?
poem by Triauna Hall
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The Martyr
Why, why was I born to know what I must know
I can see the sky, but I cant see the ground below
Where do I go
Falling in a trap where traitors wait
Lost love is the bait
But the martyr never knows
He is caught in a dream of his own
When its over where does he go
Who really knows
Time stands between me and my home
So long ago
I cant stand to wait
But I cant force my body to go
Where do I go
Crying, he is blind to everyone
And thats how its done
And the martyr never knows
Who really knows
I know in my heart
I could change the world
With just this guitar
Who really knows
song performed by by Utopia
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Out Upon The Ocean
Out upon the ocean,
wish under the stars,
hoping hearts are not crying,
living with the scares,
beaten down with sorrow,
misery hidden with in,
long nights of loneliness,
troubles only under the skin,
cries of desperation,
fear in what will come,
only can wait for sunrise,
to see all of the debris.
poem by Walter C. Edwards
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It Is Not What You Really Think...
figure out
what was done really?
all i do is ask
and wait
the offer stands and sits for sometime
until you say yes
i need your nod, your bow, you too have to make
the genuflection,
this world is not made of guilt or innocence
the people that we know
we did not divide as either sane or insane
moral or immoral
we respect them somehow
we call them their real names and tell them
that life is worth living
i wait, it you that must decide
this is a world of volition
free will, my dear, free will,
if nothing happens, i go somewhere else
where i am loved
where arms embrace me for what i am
where there is hope for what
i must become...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Terrible Analogy
Trying to keep my mind innocent,
Is like trying to convince others
I have fond memories,
Of picking oranges...
From the lush orange groves,
Grown in Death Valley.
And the vultures loved the dance classes I taught,
To the songs sung by Madonna.
'First of all...
That is a terrible analogy!
Death Valley is primarily a desert in California.
And vultures are not easily trained to dance.
I'm related to a few of them that have no rhythm at all!
Why are you looking at me like that?
I'm not stupid! '
No...
I'm not thinking that.
'It would be a waste of time,
To wait to pick something that will not...
And can not grow.'
You have no idea how much I agree with you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observant To The Obvious
Sometimes I wish,
I wasn't so observant to the obvious.
Unlike many I can not pretend...
Something in my face is invisible.
And if I mention to others what I see,
They become offended.
As if what I have stated is a negativity.
'Why do you always look at the dark side of things? '
Well...
Increasingly what I see,
Blocks out the natural light.
'That's because your cup is half empty.'
Who do I thank for that?
Since most of those half full cup holders,
Like yourself...
Have yet to notice what has spilled over onto the streets.
And if that's not an acceptance of negativity...
A clarity defining it will never exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Traffic Jam: The Trap Of Traffic Light
It's not only test your luck, but also test your patience
It's not only test your guts, but also test your instinct
It's not only test your sanity, but also test your obedience to law
It's not only test your ethics, but also test your fidelity
It's not only test your sight, but also test your reflex
It's not only test your estimation of time, but also test your street knowledge
It's not only test your ego, but also test your kindness
It's not only test your control, but also test your awareness
It's not only test your attitude, but also test your responsibility
It's not only test your priority, but also test your humanity
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Good Funeral
There may be a heaven
Sealed in the dark
Then there's no denial
About life here on earth
But while I wait here anyway
I have to love this 'til the day -
I want to have the good funeral
Death the mirror of life
Rock and roll in a big stadium
To the tune of paradise
If there is a heaven
I'll send a little note
Thanking everybody
Every good soul
For the good funeral
Death the mirror of life
Darling do this one thing for me
Don't you cry
Please just party when I die
poem by Matt Ullman
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Waiting For The Man
Wait (disgrace)
I know I shouldn't, but we'll wait (such a pretty face)
I know the time is getting late ( such a waste)
And here is what you hesitate (such a pretty face)
But still I really wish that you'd wait ( such a waste)
Although the passion might abate (such a pretty face)
And find you in another state (it's such a state)
That will seem just as a mistake (it's such a waste)
Oh baby, I really think that I oughta wait (such a pretty face)
Wait (it was such a waste)
I really wouldn't want your hate (it's such a pretty face)
Certainly not after like late ( such a waste)
You wanna give not only take (it's such a pretty face)
I know propriety is such a waste (it's such a disgrace)
But then it says you really have to wait (such a pretty face)
Considering the present state ( such a waste)
Don't change my mind at such a late stage ( such a waste)
Oh baby, don't you think you oughta wait (such a pretty face)
Ooohhh
Ooohhh
Ooohhh
Ooohhh
Wait
Oh, now baby, how I wish you would wait
I really wish you'd hesitate
Oh, baby, baby please why don't you wait
Oh, how I really wish you'd wait
Oh, how I wish you'd hesitate
( someday)
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Psyche
I SAW a worm, with many a fold;
It spun itself a sliken tomb;
And there in winter time enrolled,
It heeded not the cold or gloom.
Within a small, snug nook it lay,
Nor snow nor sleet could reach it there,
Nor wind was felt in gusty day,
Nor biting cold of frosty air.
Spring comes with bursting buds and grass,
Around him stirs a warmer breeze;
The chirping insects by him pass,
His hiding place not yet he leaves.
But summer came; its fervid breath
Was felt within the sleeper's cell;
And, waking from his sleep of death,
I saw him crawl from out his shell
Slow and with pain he first moved on,
And of the day he seemed to be;
A day passed by; the worm was gone,
It soared on golden pinions free!
poem by Jones Very
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Sit in the Darkness
Kill off the brood,
A parasitic maniac
With blood for its food
A fearful necropheliac
Sit in the dark
A message written in the sand
Suffer the bark
Of the dog that sits in dark Siam
She is his way,
A light so bright you cannot see
He is her clay
A mold of inner thought debris
Stand in her light,
His eyes now frozen, try to bleed
Suffer the bite
Of the maggot grown inside her seed
Lay on the floor,
A killer, crazed, will try to cry
Go back for more
As the final brood now tries to die
Now all is said
So sit in dark and try to hide
Now that they’re dead,
By rules of death you must abide
poem by Jack Cropes
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Francoise
I will come to you like a bridegroom from a canopy but,
Look how the stars have spelt out your name on this love;
For you are sweeter than honey and the honeycomb.
I came out of my mother's womb and,
I drank my mother's milk from her breasts;
But today i am a grown up with matured teeth!
But outside me are many wars than love.
Come to me on Francoise,
For the dark clouds are under my feet;
And i am floating in the air to touch your heart with my love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Valley Of Anchor
To uncover her nakedness like a sweet lover on the bed of roses,
But to come up out of her grave like bat out of hell!
I am in the valley of anchor to share my views with you.
I have tiome to uncover her nakedness,
I have the joy to share her love;
But the muse that muses is all that i share with you as well.
To come up out of her grave like a bat out of hell,
With te valley of anchor to share my mind with you;
But from the days of her youth,
She was all that it takes.
Wrapped in the wings of love is her identity and,
I am in the valley of anchor to make love with her;
But from between her breasts are the true love of her muse.
Her lewdness to all is in the valley of anchor,
And her nakedness to all is seen around her youthful breasts;
But the door of her hope is what she has for you,
Like me being with her all day long.
Take a stick and write upon it,
For i desire mercy on this love than hate;
Like the great River Hiddekel.
She has set water for me to drink on this love,
Like a freewill offering of her love in the valley of anchor;
But be very careful to swim deeply into her love.
Like the King's food and the Queen's water,
Im am in a night vision of love to share my views;
And from between her breasts are the sweet things of love.
The deep and the secrets of her love,
Like the great River Hiddekel pouring down on her nakedness;
Come and explore this valley of her anchor.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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One More Night
No jacket required, 1985
One more night, one more night
Ive been trying ooh so long to let you know
Let you know how I feel
And if I stumble if I fall, just help me back
So I can make you see
Please give me one more night, give me one more night
One more night cos I cant wait forever
Give me just one more night, oh just one more night
Oh one more night cos I cant wait forever
Ive been sitting here so long
Wasting time, just staring at the phone
And I was wondering should I call you
Then I thought maybe youre not alone
Please give me one more night, give me just one more night
Oh one more night, cos I cant wait forever
Please give me one more night, ooh just one more night
Oh one more night, cos I cant wait forever
Give me one more night, give me just one more night
Ooh one more night, cos I cant wait forever
Like a river to the sea
I will always be with you
And if you sail away
I will follow you
Give me one more night, give me just one more night
Oh one more night, cos I cant wait forever
I know therell never be a time youll ever feel the same
And I know its only words
But if you change your mind you know that Ill be here
And maybe we both can learn
Give me just one more night, give me just one more night
Ooh one more night, cos I cant wait forever
Give me just one more night, give me just one more night
Ooh one more night, cos I cant wait forever
song performed by by Phil Collins
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Chilli Plant and Date Palm
Chilli plant is beautiful
Chilli is chill.
Date palm is thorny
And its fruits is tasty.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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