Little Nothings
That endless sunrise, a stellar surprise
A naked disguise in the kingdom of skies
The sound of gushing waves, beauty without a price
Sobbing in vain over a mistake made twice.
The silent lullabies of that woman so wise
Devoured by an asp at the roll of mere dice
Whimsical dreams in the age of the three blind mice
That valiant slithering over the thin ice
With feelings so elaborate yet words so concise
Watching the sun set in someone else's eyes
The meeting of scarlet lips and breaking of intimate ties
Another memory etched for the mind to exorcize
Azure oceans that now look turquoise
Stepped into an abyss, difficult to acclimatize
Those unheard cries, that inheritance of a vice
Intoxicated with euphoria yet the pain never dies
The search for meaning begins, too many things to rationalize
With your former self you'd now empathize
More things you experience their definitions you revise
Seeking the veiled truth in a world full of lies
The dancing emerald leaves as the wind, an enchantress flies
Denying the ersatz emancipation, life's true mosaic you epitomize
Engulfed with humility seeing your existence shrink in size
There are no moist cheeks no painful goodbyes
The sound of crushing paper, the ambrosial apple pies
Melting in someone's arms, little emotions you summarize
The end is here; content and clear, fear is what the heart denies
As you prepare for your last adventure, the one that is most prized.
poem by SaviorsLavish Human
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Who I Am
If I’m over six feet tall with blue eyes…
That’s not who I am.
If my extra weight is hard to disguise…
That’s not who I am.
If I have all that money buys…
That’s not who I am.
If I’m smart with powerful allies,
That’s not who I am.
If I’ve seen the world as far as a plane flies…
That’s not who I am.
If I love cheese burgers and French fries…
That’s not who I am.
I am a comfort when someone cries…
That’s who I am.
I loosen painful, sorrowful ties…
That’s who I am.
I offer consolation when someone dies…
That’s who I am.
I am a help for each who tries…
That’s who I am.
I’m happy even under cloudy skies…
That’s who I am.
I love in spite of faults and lies
Or anyone who doubts or denies…
That’s who I am and as you see
That is who I will always be.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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True Lies
Where do you go after midnight
When all the doors should be closed
Your alibis just dont sound right
I asked but nobody knows
How can you look in the eyes
And make it sound so very nice
With those true lies
Someones been sleepin in my bed
This room dont smell like you and me
Whos that been sneakin out the window
Do you think Im too blind to see
When you look me in the eyes
And, make it sound so very nice
With those true lies
It was a clever disguise
But, girl, Im gettin wise
To your true lies
You been doin this so long now
Youre thinkin its the truth
I guess it dont seem so wrong if it
Aint bein done to you
Gotta lot to learn, baby,
You can keep it down
Word gets in the wind
Then its bound to blow back around
Girl, can you give me a reason
Bet you dont even know why
Cant figure out what youre thinkin
Or what it is youre tryin to justify
When you look me in the eyes
And make it sound so very nice
With your true lies
It was a clever disguise
But, girl, Im gettin wise
To your true lies
You can laugh, you can cry
But, girl, I just cant buy
Those true lies
song performed by by Kenny Wayne Shepherd
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Forever before Never
FOREVER BEFORE NEVER
Beneath stone slab forever lies
broker who could not devise
a way to pass on – sympathise! -
Rights Called when Death culled by surprise
And early Options exercised.
For him, for yours, bore worm supplies
answer unsought ‘neath sunny skies.
Bond Issues G[u]ilt cannot disguise,
recycle Shares of earth[l]y sighs.
Instructive Income, Prime rate wise
is Bonus gratis, - I’ll surmise:
Enjoy the day, before one dies,
life’s love true Love intensifies.
Insurance under in any guise
ignored is once will’s parchment dries.
Fee Contract, contact free, belies
fragility, no fortune buys
eternity when dock denies
soul’s sole appeal as none arise
when life’s Foreclosed, or rectifies
Mortgage Debenture - too late for cries
adventure over, severed ties.
Skeletal sods like last goodbyes
few mortals care to recognize
for Time forever forwards flies.
23 April 1990 revised 11 February 2009
robi03_0308_robi03_0000 XXX_DJZ
for previous version entitled On a Stockbroker see below
On a Stockbroker
Beneath this slab forever lies
a broker who could not devise
a way to pass on (sympathise) ,
the Rights that Death would exercise.
An thus it is the worm supplies
a Bond which G[u]ilt cannot disguise,
recycling Shares of earth[l]y sighs.
An Income of instruction wise
is offered gratis, - I’ll surmise:
Seek to enjoy, before one dies,
the love that Love intensifies,
assistance under in any guise
offer free beneath these skies
for Time forever forwards flies.
23 April 1990
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Love In Disguise
In candle flame
That burns in my soul
I am warmed
In the beauty of your eyes.
I see you dancing
Across open skies
And know
It's only love in disguise.
When full moon
Lights frosted field.
And stolen embrace
Is revealed.
When kiss lingers
On my lips
Your taste of wine.
Beauty taken in sips
Is so divine.
But I've been here
Once before
So dry your eyes.
Think about that closing door.
Your heart is a fool
Your head is wise.
It's really only
Love in disguise.
You cried when we made love.
But I cry to the stars above.
For something precious that always dies.
Put it down
To love in disguise.
poem by Kevin East
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How Little Money Buys
IT'S FUNNY HOW LITTLE MONEY BUYS.
JUST CARS AND HOUSES AND FANCY TIES.
IT HAS NO MEANING WHEN SOMEONE DIES.
JUST TO HEIRS WHO COVET ITS SIZE.
IT WON'T PLANT TRUTH WHEN JUSTICE LIES.
JUST DISTORT TRUTH WHEN JUSTICE TRIES.
IT'S NO SOLUTION FOR LONELY SIGHS.
JUST A CRUEL IMPOSTOR IN DISGUISE.
IT CAN'T EMBRACE A CHILD WHO CRIES.
JUST GIVE SAD HOPE, NOT LOVE THAT'S WISE.
IT WILL NEVER BUY A SINGLE SUNRISE.
JUST STEAL DAYS PROMISING A FALSE PRIZE.
IT'S FUNNY HOW LITTLE MONEY BUYS.
JUST 'WHATS' OF LIFE, NOT PRECIOUS 'WHYS'.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Heartfelt Eyes
The Heart Feels…
The thirst of these eyes
Feelings of the Heart
Flow in the silent cries
of these tearful eyes.
The Heart and these Eyes
Bond well with their sighs
and cries, as if they share
'made for each other' ties.
As the heart lives on
Till the day it dies,
Bidding these eyes
Its Final Goodbyes…
It will always share
This Special Bonding
With its Heartfelt Eyes.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Concert on the Romanian seaside
Vocal fold vibration,
Simple harmonic motion,
Nonlinear interaction of sound waves,
Empathizing the rhythm
Of the naked music
And the embracing voice,
Words and thoughts
Coming alive and vivid
At the sound touch,
Having its own sense of charm,
Changing depths of enlightened awareness,
Discovering the thrill
Of seeing new interior structures,
Protecting its innate purity
For the song in itself,
For those souls,
Who are engulfed in desire
And for his own vision,
His voice shimmering wings luminously,
Pleasurably exalting,
Those realms of the spirit just indelible,
Those souls becoming vivified
And exhilarated,
His songs
Swirling space sounds,
Carrying their meaning into universe,
The saxophone sounds cascading
Into the synth melodies,
Billowing into the sea waves,
Needing a dimension on its own,
Silent spectators
Immortalizing the split seconds
With strong emotions,
Applause breaking the silence,
Touching sights,
Touching voices,
Touching emotions,
Between ebb and flow,
The singer Michael Bolton
Suddenly — a dreamer

For an invisible woman
,
Dancing in glittering moonlight

With no other sound but
The hesitant sibilant sea,
Ascension silhouetted 
 against
The shivering waves
 —ghosts,
His songs 
 haunting the moonlight, 

Creating twinkling feelings,
Sky-searching the light.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Void
Don’t you feel the void
In your eyes?
Don’t your eyes well up
When she cries?
It’s been years…
You’ve seen her.
She knows that you
Miss her.
So why live a life
Full of lies?
Why deny these ties…
Under your deceptive guise?
Do you wait to see the day
She dies…
To bid her those final
Goodbyes?
Unlike the sun and the moon
Once she sets in her ashes,
She’ll never rise.
Even if your heart then
Cries and cries…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Serve Verse - Anagram Acrostic - Bud Free in Time, Shape Your Heart's Vision Through Verse
BEYOND YE BOND which terrifies
UNITE! UNTIE! PROD, DROP disguise,
DRAW joy WARD off REEF, FREE dark skies.
FOR TUNES trump FORTUNE’S flighty eyes.
READ, DEAR, SURE RUSE personifies
Each VERSE to SERVE sans compromise.
Each REVERSE REVERES replies.
ITEM EMIT for as TIME flies
No MITE, POOL LOOP, personnifies
The DEW WED, so NODE DONE advise
IT RIPS the SPIRIT – so scribe’s highs
May LOWS SLOW link, revise.
Easy WOLF FLOW satisfies.
Splice I AM AIM to WE IS - WISE.
HEART'S ARTS HE MASTERS STREAMS supplies
As SMILE which MILES DROPS, PRODS surprise.
PART STALE TALE's TRAP, - LO US! - SOUL ties
Each THREAD - no DEARTH - needs systemize
You EDIT TIDE DIET DEED despise
Objections COLD CLOD compromise.
URGES SURGE FROM FORMal guise,
REACT, TRACE NOW WON OWN enterprise.
He who GUIDES IS in DISGUISE
Each GENIC ZERO RECOGNIZE -
ALL mirrors ALL in different guise -
Response to dark INSURES SUNRISE!
The PAGE does GAPE? Just realize
Sometimes it OVERSIMPLIFIES
Verse low for LO IMPs IMPROVISE
IDEAS ASIDE on SITE link TIES -
Some POLEMICS, where one COMPLIES
In ONE COMPILES, NEO BUSY BUYS,
Or, FACE ITS SIN it SANCTIFIES
Naught - for I SIMPLE e'er IMPLIES
The rhyme IS SUPPLE and SUPPLIES
Here sharing and 'I SCREED' DECRIES.
Rubbish IT CHASES to CHASTISE
Or TEACH not CHEAT, through verse RITES TRIES
Uses INTACT, IN TACT rectifes,
Good SIRE, to RISE above weak cries.
Here knots HER 'MY' - in RHYME it flies -
Vocation EVIL, VILE, denies.
END prison DEN, let VERSE SERVE guys!
RESPOND PONDERS, Reaction dies.
Sight clear can LEAP, PEAL fast past lies...
Each THEME MET, HE, GAME MAGE, gains prize!
_____________________
Bud Free!
BEYOND YE BOND which terrifies
UNITE! UNTIE! shed all disguise,
DRAW joy WARD off, REEF FREE dark skies.
Knit I AM AIM to WE IS - WISE.
ROSE, SORE, RETWINS, WINTERS defies.
IN ONE I NONE FILE LIFE. Arise!
STREAM MASTER – HEART ART HE supplies
The SMILE which MILES DROPS, PRODS surprise.
Your WOLF’S growl grows FLOWS fertilize.
PART is a TRAP, - LO US! - SOUL ties
In knots HER 'MY' - in RHYME it dies.
The PAGE does GAPE? Just realize
ALL mirrors ALL in different guise
FOR TUNES trump FORTUNE’S flighty eyes.
READ, DEAR, SURE RUSE personifies
Each VERSE to SERVE sans compromise.
Each REVERSE REVERES replies,
Vocation EVIL VILE denies, -
END Lion’s DEN, REEF FREE, cease sighs
RESPOND PONDERS, Reaction dies.
Sight clear can LEAP, PEAL off past lies....
Each THEME MET, HE, GAME MAGE, gains prize!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Love In Disguise
Sometimes things fall apart
That's god's love in disguise
And when i break your heart
That's my love in disguise
When you awake in pain
It should come as no surprise
I'm not sure i care
But it still must be there
My love in disguise
And all you want are sweet lies
I see my problem now
Her love was in disguise
Some fear that won't allow
Her love to shed this guise
Ian, don't be a fool
Look what she's done
She'll do it again
Pale, pure, and virgin things
So frail, it turns from my eyes
It hides while i become
So hurt my heart is numb
When love is in disguise
The best you have is sweet lies
Ian she'll be our downfall
Don't believe your eyes
Lies! and she'll leave you all alone
Possessiveness and jealousy
We recognize easily
That which we claim to prize
No one can recognize
The poor young sap is unaware of
Things that we are all aware of
The knife she hides behind her back
Misery! he gets his share of
The flowers must pollinate
The beasts are forced to mate
Woman and man decide
Yet we're not satisfied
God's love is in disguise
And all we want are sweet lies
Sweet lies
Long live the glorious revolution
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Eyes Of An Angel
She once looked into an angel's eyes.
No matter how hard that angel tries,
The angel can't disguse,
The compassion in the angel's eyes.
The angel denies,
The angel doesn't see the tears she cries,
Every time the angel comes near, a peice of hear heart dies,
All because of the angel's eyes.
She hates the angel, but the angel's eyes,
Make up for all the lies,
And at night the angel flies,
Watches her dream about the angel's eyes.
She stops and sighs,
Stops crying when she really tries,
Thinks about pain and its enormous size,
Then, yet again, cries.
The tears she cries,
The heart that dies,
When she sighs,
Will they ever be noticed by the angel's eyes?
poem by Jackie Crow
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No Sorrow Tomorrow
One day there'll be no more sorrow,
One day we'll be free,
One day no one will cry,
One day the blind shall see!
A world where everyone tries,
Ever clear skies,
Where nobody lies,
And no one dies,
One day,
One day all hearts will sing the same song,
One day,
One day our love will be strong,
One day,
One day we'll see the light,
One day,
One day we'll embrace life,
A world where everyone tries,
Ever clear skies,
Where nobody lies,
And no one dies,
One day no one will feel fear,
One day I shall be with you,
One day no one will shed a tear,
One day we'll remain true!
07 June 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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Sunday
To the sound of
cigarette smoke
and ice cubes
melting
sweet flavor of
thin air and time
deliberately
wasted
the sweet
caress of
thoughts
of words
and sentences
as they appear
on this very
piece of
paper
overpowers
bile bitter taste
of memory
Drinking my
soletary
fill
emptying
bottles
my wallet
my head
and heart
watching flies
fcuk
on my table
sunshine through
leaves
palm trees
growing
and lives
shortening
It's Sunday.
poem by Carsten Thomsen
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How Do I Love You?
In mere words I can find no kind of way
to express the depth of my love for you,
the yearning of every passing day,
not even in the things that I say and do.
In the simple small daily kind of things
that fit into the mere puzzle of life,
intimate, sincere heartfelt tidings
outbalancing the every day strife
it is all unclear in the silent need,
that comes natural to you as my wife
it is from far beyond any act or deed
and its truth never pierces like a knife,
but is much like childhood faith, without pain
it is somewhat difficult to explain…
poem by Gert Strydom
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So that meaning gets an own reality
When words are superfluous,
loose their ability
to express love to you
I leave the translation
to my lips, mouth
and fingers
and when your artery
beats mysteriously against your neck
and I see dreams in your eyes
I suddenly know the meaning
of all the love cards in Cardies
how deep eye contact can bind,
that a person can find somebody special
at a place where you do not expect it,
how people can yearn for each other
when at strange places
they set eyes on each other
for the first time
and if life could be just as simple
words would be able to do miracles
could be equal to a kiss
would not disguise feelings or emotions
and would say the right things without fear.
When words steal meaning,
quenching that which is between us,
I say nothing while you are getting aroused
even less, when we are making love
so that meaning gets an own reality.
[Reference: Vertaling (Translation) by Johan Johl.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Thought And Demise
What is a thought meant to be,
But a hazardous waste of collected memory,
Twisted and embellished into clarity,
To complacently fall into sanity.
Who can understand enough to categorize,
The emotion that looms in the depths of the wise,
That animate all and light up the eyes,
That stir and trouble the sensitive cries,
Enshrined in a forgotten isle of lies,
Precariously navigated by the reader of skies,
Awakening the artist, who anxiously sighs,
Confronted by a reality he ardently denies,
In an idyllic stupor of creativity he lies,
The expanse of Beauty he tragically espies,
Vainly piercing the conceited disguise,
Of the unseen friends that secretly chastise,
Bane of the thorny rose that withers and dies,
Discarding shards of memory, the poet replies,
Hoping to perceive this catatonic prize,
As hope crumbles insipidly into demise,
Abandoning humanity with mournful goodbyes.
poem by Jeremy Cahoon
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Pain And Tenderness
She pours from me
Onto the page.
My heart beats alone in a cage.
My bleeding pen
Flashes in rage.
Yet knows
That I can never address
The true pain
And the tenderness.
She soars from me
Into the skies.
She claws from me
Every disguise.
Yet bathes my aching soul
As it dies.
My passion
Like a speeding express.
In a dungeon
I lay and obsess
About the true pain
And tenderness.
She flies from me
In empty sunset.
She cries on me
From clouds above.
Her kiss
And that smokey red dress,
Fill my morning
With visions of soft caress.
And scent of love.
Yet my words
Lack the pain and tenderness
Of the first sunrise.
What's written on the page
Is written in the eyes.
poem by Kevin East
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My Life Through His Eyes
The world we live in.
Is so full of lies.
The bad things we do.
We rationalize.
It's all condemnation.
Instead of conviction.
The truths of the world.
Become our contradictions.
We embrace the bad.
Push away what is good.
We do what we want.
Rather than what we should.
Two wrongs make a right.
Revenge served up cold.
The devil grabs tight.
We can't break his hold.
So we do what seems easy.
Not what is right.
It's a steep uphill battle.
So we give up the fight.
Don't look up for help.
Keep your eyes down below.
The devil reminds us.
To make us feel low.
I challenge my brothers,
And my sisters too.
To turn your old life.
Into something brand new.
For He will convict us.
And make us complete.
His glorious victory.
Is Satan's defeat.
He'll show us the truth.
Turn what's dark into light.
What once made us blind.
Will give us new sight.
The things that seemed hopeless.
Will be within reach.
The cloth that was soiled.
Now whitened with bleach.
So what's there to lose?
A life filled with pain?
He'll show you you never.
Have to feel it again.
I speak from experience.
I walked down the path.
My life of my sins.
Was my life of His wrath.
So I asked Him to help me.
And that's just what He did.
The lies that I lived in.
Became the truths of His bid.
He's made my life easy.
Even when things are tough.
The greatest of sailors.
Learn on seas that are rough.
For my father knows best.
He's the author of life.
He will give abundance.
To a world full of strife.
Don't live in denial.
His truths are not lies.
But you'll never know this.
Until you see through His eyes.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Age Old Feelings
For this woman, his heart doth treasure
And in his soul, he will always treasure
In her heart, naught these feelings lay
But like a game, with him she'll play
Broken hearted, he cries heavy tears
Such tears had not been shed
For so long a time as to be forgot
Such a time he had such a thought
That a sacred love he would never find
And to said love, he would become blind
A fair young maiden in her tower sits
Between her heart and mind, she is split
Her mind demands she do what she must
Her heart to her mind may never trust
For her heart is where true love lies
Yet in her mind, that same love dies
How can love live and die at the same time?
It seems that thought would be known as crime
To her, True lover seems so far away
But in truth, that love will come one day
They met by chance, it seemed too late
But in his heart, it seemed like fate
She was so scared as was he
More in love, they could not be
But because the fear was combined with love
It did not seem it could last for long
They felt the joy but also the fear
He tried to help, she tried to hear
But she was too afraid to heed
So what he did was show her whats real
Not the things of want but that she was his only desire
Kingdom Come
Well I walked in the pouring rain
And I heard a voice that cries its all in vain
The voice of doom was shining in my room
I just need one day somewhere far away
Lord I just need one day
Well Ill be breaking these rocks
And cutting this hay
Yes Ill be breaking these rocks
Whats my price to pay
Well the rivers so muddy, but it may come clear
And I know too well whats keeping me here
Im just the slave of a burning ray
Oh give me the night, I cant take another sight
Please, please give me the night
Well Ill be breaking these rocks
And cutting this hay
Yes Ill be breaking these rocks
Whats my price to pay
Sun keeps beating down on me, walls a mile high
Up in the tower theyre watching me hoping Im gonna die
I wont be breaking no rocks
I said I wont be breaking no rocks
(I wont be breaking no rocks) oh-oh-oh
(I wont be breaking no rocks) oh-oh-oh
(I wont be breaking no rocks)
When the kingdom comes
When the kingdom comes
When the kingdom comes
When the kingdom comes
song performed by by David Bowie
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