I Forgot A Poem
I FORGOT A POEM
I forgot a poem
And wondered how
It could just disappear
As if it never were.
But then I thought
Of how many people I have known
No longer here.
Disappearance
Is not a joke
And it is not a rarity
Disappearance is a basic truth of life.
When I disappear
Most likely
My poems will disappear too.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Disappearance
The disappearance of yourself
is not within your sight.
We push it away
somehow in fright.
Surely we shall always
be here, not gone,
always able to see
a bright new dawn.
The disappearance of yourself
is indescribable and yet
the thought surfaces
as we recognize the threat.
We see our loved ones
and friends all leave,
bringing us a reminder of
disappearance and we cleave
to this life of ours
until our dying days
and believe it to be
just a passing phase.
Beliefs are strong
and so it must be
that the end of our road
will set us free.
They may not see you
though you still are here.
No regrets my friends,
we'll not disappear.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I Forgot The Poem I Wrote Today
I FORGOT THE POEM I WROTE TODAY
I forgot the poem I wrote today
I forgot the poem I wrote yesterday
I have forgotten all my poems-
No one rereads my poems
I do not reread them-
They will all be forgotten-
O Poems O World-
Will we ever know
What God Remembers?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Disappear
(j farriss & michael hutchence)
Say Im crying
Im looking at whats on tv
Pain and suffering
And the struggle
To be free
It cant ever be denied and i
Never will ignore
But when I see you coming
I can take it all
Chorus
Youre so fine
Lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems
All the fears
And the world seems to disappear
Say youre mine
And give yourself to the
Feelings that you know
Im needing
All that you can give me
All the things
That you do so well
Words are healing
Sweet anticipation
Making spells
As the shadows close in
Fall across all our yesterdays
Chorus
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Say if I could
Look into myself and reason
But I could never never see or
Make snese of the dealings
Turn around
Am I looking at salvation
Make me realise all that I am
You put the light inside this man
Chorus
song performed by by INXS
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Vanishing
Disappear
Disappear
Higher
Higher
Into the air
Slowly disappear
No, no longer here
Disappear
Disappear
Thinner
Thinner
Into the air
Never really here
What that never
Like a thought brushing up against a sigh
Floating away
Floating away (repeated)
Vanishing like a sigh and slowly
Disappear
Disappear
Vanish
Vanish
Into the air
Slowly disappear
Never really here
Floating away
Floating away (repeated)
song performed by by A Perfect Circle
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I Am Not Alone In My Poem- Am I?
I AM NOT ALONE IN MY POEM- AM I?
I am not alone in my poem- am I?
You You are with me in my Poem
You are my Poem.
And I? I am simply the mouth the voice the vehicle
Though which the sounds are written and saved.
You You are the Poem
And the All- Praise
And I am the one going away forever.
While You You Stay For Everyone Everywhere
You You the Reader and The Writer of All
And I I the simple sharer disappear.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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This Poem
THIS POEM
This poem
This first poem
This last poem
This poem that invented Poetry
This one and only one poem
This fictional poem
This ideal poem
This perfect poem
This would – be holy poem
This unreal poem
This poem which is not a poem
This poem which is the essence of all poetry
This poem
And that poem
And my poem
And your poem
And all poems
Poem poem poem poem poem
This poem
Mine and yours
This one small poem of so so many
And not such a good poem at all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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To Disappear
I appeared here a while ago,
I had no say on the arrangement made,
yet rules say you're not allowed to disappear
until cancer or some other ticket allows you to fade.
personally I take offense to that,
it seems I'm a slave to the fates,
yet once I'm a ghost I can disappear at will,
but first I must pass through the pearly gates.
Who keeps track of this mess?
I watch logs disappear in my fireplace,
no trouble, no threats of Hell,
To disappear as a log goes rather well.
poem by Richard Jarboe
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Sin brought death, and death will disappear with the disappearance of sin.
quote by Mary Baker Eddy
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A Poem Is Just A Poem
a poem is just a poem and if it is just a poem
it must be just a poem just like another poem
a poem is nothing but just a poem otherwise
it cannot be my poem; it may speak about
anything, or something, or about everything,
but my poem is just a poem just like anybody's
poem, which is just but a poem, like any other
poem, for a poem to be a poem it must just be
a poem: it has nothing to do with my love, and death
my life, or bliss, but as i have told you, once, twice
thrice, eat some rice, and be that wise, a poem is
just a poem, just like your poem. Why do you insist
on asking, what is happening to me? I am not a
poem, for i am but just the composer of the poem,
need i tell you again, that a poem is just a poem?
just like any other poem, which is just a poem
it is just a voice in my head that i have heard
someone comes and speaks and i listen so
this poem is not actually my poem but the poem
of someone else's: theirs not mine, from a mind.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Wrote In Mind/ A Poem Today
I wrote in mind
a poem today
Now it is forgotten
Like so much dust
Its disappearance
Means nothing to anyone
But myself.
I write this poem now
A lesser poem
To understand again
The best of what I do
Most likely will be
Forgotten.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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What Is A Jewish Poem?
WHAT IS A JEWISH POEM?
What is a Jewish poem?
‘Shema’ is a Jewish poem
Perhaps the Jewish poem-
'Shmoneh Esreh' is comprised of Jewish poems
Nineteen prayers as one-
Our history is filled with Jewish poems-
From the beginning with Abraham and Sarah
Those who have given so much beyond our understanding -
Jewish poems everywhere -
Is each Jewish life a poem and a story also?
Or is it only those who give something to our people and history
Who are worthy of Poetry?
I have known many Jewish poems
People the great world will not know the names of
People who whether they walked humbly or not
Made the lives of others better in some way –
Kindness is perhaps the ultimate Jewish poem
And Justice also-
And Jewish poems are not without their contradictions –
As I write this poem in Jerusalem in the land of Israel
I think of the small Jewish world of Troy New York where I came from so many years ago
And miss so many people no longer of that and this world –
Longing for Israel for two thousand years was the Jewish poem
Living here now is a blessing and a gift
I thank God for.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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This is a poem....
This isn't a poem of one direction,
This is a poem about perfection.
This isn't a poem about who won the election,
This is a poem about correction.
This isn't a poem of getting it right,
This is a poem of standing up to fight.
This isn't a poem of being lost like a kite,
This is a poem about trying to find the light.
This isn't a poem of running tears,
This is a poem about chasing your fears.
This isn't a poem of love and hate,
This is a poem of destiny and fate.
This isn't a poem of the end,
This is a poem of a heart unable to mend.
This isn't a poem of cruilty and pain,
This is a poem of a thng i need to gain.
This isn't a poem of shame,
This is a poem of fame.
Thsi isn't a poem of the life i let loose,
THIS IS A POEM OF THE TRUTH.
poem by Tammie LilAimo
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Goodbye
Digging a hole down in your room
I watched you disappear too young, too soon
And you run out of stories to keep them entertained
All of the vampires forgot your name
You forgot why you came here today
And so you ran away
I said bye bye bye
When the world has passed you by
I will never forget your name
Do you know why?
Millions of people know what you did
But when it hit ya, you ran and hid
From the money and muscle
The rules of the game
They bought your face boy
They bought your name
You forgot why you came here today
And so you ran away
I said bye bye bye
When the world has passed you by
I will never forget your name
Do you know why?
You forgot why you came here today
And so you ran away
I said bye bye bye
When the world has passed you by
I will never forget your name
Do you know why?
I said bye bye bye
When the world has passed you by
I will never forget your name
Do you know why?
song performed by by Fastball
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My Choice
Now you say you understand.
And I am expected to accept,
Whatever it is you comprehend.
After several years of ending,
Your disappearance.
And now you wish to make me a part,
Of your travels down memory lane!
I don't know what you'd like to hear.
But let me make this very clear...
No one has it like that in my life.
To disappear and reappear...
And do whatever they like.
To treat me as if I exist without feelings?
I don't think so!
And as far as your presence goes right now...
I have no idea who you are!
And that's my choice.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Into The Divine
I think youre, oh, so beautiful
I think youre so kind
And I think I would miss you
If you disappear into the divine
And I think of an apple core
When you start thinking of god
And I know I would miss you
If you disappear into the divine
And I think youre so beautiful
Beautiful as the blackened space and stars
But all I see is a coreless seed
When you cry for a God whos not there
And I think youre so beautiful
And I see youre as the sun
That shines out through these galaxies
Shimmering and warm, ah
And I think youre so beautiful, oh, oh, oh, oh
And if theres one thing I believe at all
Its how much I would miss you
If you disappear into the divine
Its how much I would miss you
If you disappear into the divine
Its how much I would miss you
If you disappear into the divine
How much, how much
How much, how much
How much, how much
How much, how much, how, how much
If you disappear into the
How much, how much
(how much), hey, hey, hey, hey
....
How much
song performed by by Lou Reed
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The Story Of A Search For A Poem
A man went in search of a Poem
He searched everywhere he walked
He searched inside himself
He searched inside the poems of others
He searched and searched -
And what came to him were fragments of many poems
And he thought perhaps that they themselves were the poem
But they refused to be satisfied with themselves-
So he searched for a way to put them together-
But in searching came upon more fragments
With each new fragment totally re-ordering those that had gone before-
So he thought ‘I went looking for one poem but found many
Perhaps there are only many poems’
And he began to write them down
And felt at times that he had found many poems
But always too he knew he had not found the one-
So he searched and searched again
And could not find the Poem-
He is still searching
And does not know where the poem is
Sometimes he thinks it is hidden in the many already written
But he does not have the eye to discern it the heart to feel it-
He now is surrounded by poems-
They are everywhere-
But he still cannot find the One Poem which is the Poem for him
The Poem which is his Poem and his Poem alone-
He says he is still searching and will search to the end of his days
But he is old now and soon may be too weak to search
And so the Poem he seeks the one he has longed for all his life
May never be found
Though he goes on searching still.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Poem Of All The Places I Have Never Been
THE POEM OF ALL THE PLACES I HAVE NEVER BEEN
The poem of all the places I have never been
The poem of all the dreams I have not seen
The poem of others poems written in lines I have never imagined
The poem of the infinite – what-is- not and ‘what- will- never- be
The poem of seas and suns and sounds and Shakespeare’s sonnets,
The poem of words and only words whose sounds do not mean what we feel
The poem of all I would not and cannot write
The poem that is not and never will be in me
The poem I do not write
The poem I am not
The poem lost
The poem which itself is not a poem
The poem of the last contradiction and the first
The poem beyond the poem hidden within the poem
The poem which will never be a poem
The poem which is not
The poem I cannot dream.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Poem As Conversations
a poem for ramona
and a poem for jean and a poem for candice
and a poem too for yuri
and a poem too for emma and another poem for hannah
and another poem for allan
and the rest of the clan
they are but
conversations sticking to my mind
and through these poems
i replay them
and you think these are not poems at all
precisely, these are conversations of the living
the living word
the word that still cohabits with us
we let them out from our mouths
but you do not wish to recover them
did you mean them all to be said
with the terms and conditions of truth?
i am recording them
and i am replaying them through these lines
i look where truth
lies
i find some and keep them
and these are these
on these lines
a poem for you a poem for the world that we all make
what we say is what we get
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No poems published
Since two days no poems are published
As if space has been run out or finished
May be poems are not required
I keep mum as no use to be inquired
I send poem daily as usual
But it has been taken as casual
I have no room to worry
At least I am spared from agony
Comments are well taken and placed
Poems are no were seen as chased
May be some new criteria is laid down
Place might have been reserved for poets quite well-known
I shall need no regret
As it happens with fate
Sometimes favor is shown as good luck
Sometimes clock runs out of time and struck
So is the life to come to an end
For people, well wishers to shed tears as friend
Some may be remembered and some may be forgotten
As the disappearance may be all of sudden
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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There Is No Poem For Me Today
THERE IS NO POEM FOR ME TODAY
There is no poem for me today
There is no poem of yesterday
The poems have gone
And far away
There is no poem
For another day.
There never will be another poem
Poems are gone
Poems are stone.
All the words I will ever write
Are not enough
For a Poem of Life.
The Poems are not
They will never be
I am not a Poem
Nor Poetry.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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