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I Am Tired Of Simple One- Dimensional Poems

I AM TIRED OF THE SIMPLE ONE- DIMENSIONAL POEMS

I am tired of the simple one- dimensional poems-
I want my irony back
And my contradictions and ambiguities-
I want the beauty back of a phrase which says more by itself
Than I initially intended it to have-
I want a way of writing which is a way of multiplying meanings
Not making them seem so simple singular and clear-

I want my Poetry back
But I fear I have lost it,
And it will in no way come back by itself soon.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Poems Have Lost Their Way

THE POEMS HAVE LOST THEIR WAY

The poems have lost their way-
They have become simple statements of feeling,
Flat and plain
Dull and one- dimensional.
The poems have become non- poetic,
And yet I write them still.
For what do I have now in writing
But my poetry?
And who knows if they do not
In their simple way
Say something to others
Meaningful to them?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXX: Good Vs Bad

Good is always in simple mind, bad always thinks how to trick
Good is always in simple way, bad always finds the escape
Good is always in simple manner, bad always fakes to cheat
Good is always in simple purpose, bad always has a catch
Good is always in simple reason, bad always uses layered lies
Good is always in simple trust, bad always changes the side
Good is always in simple life, bad always watches his back
Good is always in simple word, bad always talks complicated
Good is always in simple fun, bad always tired to understand
Good is always in simple hope, bad always tries to control the world
Good is always in simple choice, bad always looks what’s the point
Good is always in simple act, bad always counts the advantage
Good is always in simple thing, bad always exaggerates what have been

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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My Poems Too Simple

MY POEMS TOO SIMPLE

My poems too simple
Sans symbol - metaphor
Essentially surprise-less
One – dimensional bores.

No inventive language
No mystical lore
No flowing lyric
No word- worlds explored-

They focus on me
And my and me more
They’re an I- I- I song
Others ignored.

They may tell my soul
Whatever I feel
But ironies aside
Can they really be real?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Asthenia

Last night it came as a picture
With a good reason, a warning sign
This place is void of all passion
If you can imagine it's easy if you try
Believe me I failed this effort
I wrote a reminder this wasn't a vision
This time where are you Houston
Is somebody out there will somebody listen
Should I go back should I go back should I
I feel alone and tired
Should I go back should I go back should I
I hope I won't forget you
My head is made up of memories
Most of them useless delusions
This room is bored of rehearsal
And sick of the boundaries
I miss you so much
Should I go back should I go back should I
I feel alone and tired
Should I go back should I go back should I
This time I don't want to
Should I go back should I go back should I
I feel alone and tired
Should I go back should I go back should I
I hope I won't forget you
Should I go back should I go back should I
I feel alone and tired
Should I go back should I go back should I
This time I don't want to
Should I go back should I go back should I
I feel alone and tired
Should I go back should I go back should I
I hope I won't forget you

song performed by by Blink 182
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There Should Have Been More Poems Of Gratitude And Joy

There should have been more poems of Gratitude and Joy
Too much has been Sadness and Despair-
There should have been more poems of other people
And not so much of myself -
There should have been more metaphor
And less one- dimensional statement-

There should have been more Poetry in my Poetry
And more Inspiration and Blessing and Love-
Small worry and anxiety have been too much-
Oh the Beauty and the Goodness
I have been given in Life,
And how I have not known how to write it well enough.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Let's Leave The 'Poems' Without Metaphors

LET’S LEAVE THE ‘POEMS’ WITHOUT METAPHORS

Let’s leave the ‘poems’ without metaphors
Bare and stark and original
Quiet and sleeping and still
The soothing poems the calming poems
The poems that even in the middle of the night
Let us sleep.
Let’s leave the poems without metaphors
And go back to the simple words
And let them say all they can by themselves
Until they become metaphors too.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Going Back

(barkam/adams)
I wanna go back to those sweet and simple days
Goin back to that cheerful little place
Goin back, back through time
Back through space, goin back
Do you remember when we had such fun
Playing all those happy games in the sun
We didnt have too much to think about
All our problems had a way of working out
I wanna go back to those sweet and simple days
Goin back to that cheerful little place
Goin back, back through time
Back through space, goin back
Skipping through the park and holding hands
We were building castles in the sand
Everything was rosy way back then
Oh, come on, lets make it happen again
I wanna go back to those sweet and simple days
Goin back to that cheerful little place
Goin back, back through time
Back through space, goin back

song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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The Poems Have Come

THE POEMS HAVE COME BACK TO ME

The poems have come back to me
The real poems
Thank G-d.
I have come back
To myself.
G-d has given me
So so much
Thank G=d
For all the years
All the poetry.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Poems Have Come Back To Me

THE POEMS HAVE COME BACK TO ME

The poems have come back to me
The real poems
Thank G-d.
I have come back
To myself.
G-d has given me
So so much
Thank G=d
For all the years
All the poetry.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Have Written Many Poor Poems

I have written many poor poems
That may not be poems at all -
They are single in dimension
Prose
In short lines of seemingly poetic form-

They do not call for their rereading
They are not difficult in ambiguities-

They seem to me only one simple clearly understood thing-

Like this poem

They can be understood at once
And forgotten soon after.

I have written many poor poems
That may not be poems at all

And this is another one.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Somewhere Only We Know

I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
So if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
So if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
So why don't we go
Ooo
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?

song performed by by Keane
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It Is A Habit

writing poems
when you really write poems
everyday and every moment of your life
even when you're in the middle of your
bread and butter eating thing
or even when you are defecating
writing poems becomes a habit
even when you sleep even when you dream
writing poems becomes a part of your system
you eat poetry you vomit poetry
you digest poetry you poo poetry
you breathe poetry you sweat poetry
you love poetry and you live with your poetry
and at the end you die with poetry

and your epitaph says: here lies the poet,
choked with poetry.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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So Simple

It would be, it would be
It would be so simple
What is
And what it was
What should it be
When it comes to you
And how it seems
And how it is
There's been a change
When it comes to me, yeah
Oh baby you, oh baby me
Oh maybe we can try another day, another way
All in my mind,
I'm wondering why,
We can not find what was left at the beginning
If I could kiss you again
If I could kiss you again
If I could kiss you again
It would be, it would be so simple
Cause I would love you again, hold you again
Kiss you again
It would be, it would be,
Could it be, could it be so simple
Now it's hardly simple
It's just simply hard, when it comes to you and
I'm by myself
Not being myself
Just to avoid all this confrontation with
Oh baby you, oh baby me,
Oh maybe we, can put this armour down and settle down
Oh it's off track
That is a fact
Can we get it back, get it back to the beginning
If I could
Kiss you again
Kiss you again
Kiss you again
It would be, it would be so simple
Cause I would love you again, hold you again, kiss you again
It would be, it would be,
Could it be, Could it be so simple
Don't you know that it would be
Don't you know that it would be
Don't you know that it would be
It would be
It would be
It, it would be
It would be
Kiss you again
Kiss you again
Kiss you again
It would be, it would be so simple
Cause I would love you again, hold you again, kiss you again
It would be, it would be,
Could it be, could it be so simple
Yeah la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Yeah, we gotta work till we're like this don't stop
Here we got it going on
Now we drive on

song performed by by Alicia Keys
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Pure & Simple

(j. van zant, e. king, r. johnson, m. lunn)
I used to live in a poor neighborhood
My friends and me we always had a time
Never had no money but we had it so good
Those days are gone and i wanna go back
So pure so simple
Never thought about it when you're young you don't care
You don't realize it 'till it's all behind
Take it for granted just not well
(chorus)
Oh-oh it was pure and simple
I'll remember those days 'till the end
Oh-oh god knows it's simple
If i could live my life all over again
I'd keep it pure and simple
Those days are gone and i wanna go back
Got me a feelin' i'm not alone
Wish i had a road so i could go back home
(repeat chorus twice)

song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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The Poems Bring Me Back To Myself

THE POEMS BRING ME BACK TO MYSELF

The poems bring me back to myself
I begin to live again –

Without the poems
I would have to make a new life-

I do not know if I am capable of it-

A life without poems without poetry
With other words perhaps-

I am too old to slowly write the long narrative
I never was capable of before

Little poems
Little lines
What I am capable of now.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Pure Simple

(j. van zant, e. king, r. johnson, m. lunn)
I used to live in a poor neighborhood
My friends and me we always had a time
Never had no money but we had it so good
Those days are gone and I wanna go back
So pure so simple
Never thought about it when youre young you dont care
You dont realize it till its all behind
Take it for granted just not well
(chorus)
Oh-oh it was pure and simple
Ill remember those days till the end
Oh-oh God knows its simple
If I could live my life all over again
Id keep it pure and simple
Those days are gone and I wanna go back
Got me a feelin Im not alone
Wish I had a road so I could go back home
(repeat chorus twice)

song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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The Poem Tired Of Being Written Of Itself

THE POEM TIRED OF BEING WRITTEN OF ITSELF

The poem tired of being written of itself
It wanted other worlds and more distant beauty
It wanted the inspiration that ordinary life gives
It wanted too a language beyond what simple words could mean
But the poem could not be more than it was
It fell back upon itself
It was lost in its own lonely being
The poem stayed forever a poem about itself
And when no one read it
The poem had only itself to blame.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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My Poems Came Back To Me / As Rhythms Without Sounds

My poems came back to me
as rhythms without sounds
Imitations of anothers music
Falling down and down
Like winter snow
To whitening ground-

My poems came back to me
As distant whispers of other destinies
Flights from deeper spaces
Mankind has not yet surmised
They were somewhere in the distance of distance
Beyond all distance
In the mystical language
Only Wisdom heard
Though it had no words of its own-

Only ‘now’ and ‘more’ and ‘dreams of another century’
And I, I with all these confusing words
Wondering if my friend would ever be sane again
And why God does it this way
While I in my writing play and play again
Bringing my own rhythms back
And making poetry my own small happy game
Which I write and I write
Without memory.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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My Poems Have Become Disordered

MY POEMS HAVE BECOME DISORDERED

My poems have become disordered-
They have lost their logic-
I do not know how to control them-
They break off in the middle
and go on in differerent directions
and cannot be brought back together
into a proper ending-

My poems have become disordered
as my mind
as my life
as all I do these days-

perhaps one day I tell myself
it will all be together again-

But for now
I go one way
my poems go another
and something in me
goes somewhere else
neither I nor my poetry know-

So that we are now perhaps
at the end of a poem
which not long ago
quietly and sadly
was only just begun.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Simple

Now that youre right here,
Let me whisper in your ear
Now that youre listening,
Let me tell you how I fill
Ive been trying to formulate
The perfect words the perfect way
I cant hold it back no more
I gotta let you know today
Its
Chorus
Simple (what more can I say)
So simple
I love you (what more can I say)
Simple (what more can I say)
So simple
I love you (what more can I say)
Now that youre listening let me tell you what I need
Now that your holding me let me show you what I mean
Ive been trying to analyze
Just what it is I fill inside my heart
But now I realize it dont have to be so hard
Cause its
Chorus
Simple (what more can I say)
So simple
I love you (what more can I say)
Simple (what more can I say)
So simple
I love you (what more can I say)
Bridge
Once the power is for real
And I gonna say it again
And again
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
Now you know how I feel
Tell me what are you gonna do
Now that Ive said the words
Tell me what do you have to lose
I know that you feel it to
I can see it when I look into your eyes
Youre scared, but you dont have to be
Its alright cause its
Chorus
Simple (what more can I say)
So simple
I love you (what more can I say)
Simple (what more can I say)
So simple
I love you (what more can I say)

song performed by by India Arie
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