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The Women in Black

You better run, you better fear.
You better panic, for she is near.
She'll take you to her layer, so you cant be heard by anyone
She'll put you in a cage, so you can be no one.
She'll take you out, so you can be observed.
She'll get some tin can so you can be preserved.
You better beware of The Women in Black.

poem by Shannon Welch
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Seeing a Clearer Me

layer by layer
i peel so that
like a glass
you can view me
crystal clear as a virgin river
a polished diamond

decades of
practice for those
seasoned fingers
to strike at her core
to bring out those few
beethoven scores
he tuned up the world for

a great watch maker
filing his cog to tighten time
the precision of mind
to keep a universal lie at bay

verse by verse
layer by layer
i peel to get to
the sheen the almighty
laid hidden in me
layer by layer
i peel off the world
to see a clearer me

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Losing Life to Fear

In fear of being heard,

In fear of being understood,

In fear of not being heard,

In fear of not being understood,

In fear of being misheard,

In fear of being misunderstood,

In fear of hearing too much,

In fear of understanding too much,

In fear of saying too much,

In fear of saying too little,

In fear of being too enlightened,

In fear of not being factually correct,

In fear of being too bright,

In fear of being too ignorant,

In fear of being praised,

In fear of being bullied,

In fear of not being like others,

In fear of loosing my individuality,

In fear of being ostracized,

In fear of being camouflaged,

In fear of being the attraction,

In fear of being ignored,

In fear of being too different,

In fear of being too common,

In fear of following others,

In fear of disobeying others,

In fear of being too gullible,

In fear of being too stubborn,

In fear of being used,

In fear of being misused,

In fear of rewards,

In fear of punishments,

In fear of responsibility,

In fear of expectations,

In fear of being trusted,

In fear of being mistrusted,

In fear of your lack of response,

In fear of your over-reaction,

In fear of eternal silence,

In fear of noisy communication,

In fear of your acceptance,

In fear of your rejection,

In fear of exciting you,

In fear of upsetting you,

In fear of loving you,

In fear of hating you,

In fear of your love,

In fear of your hatred,

In fear of being loved,

In fear of being hated,

In fear of thinking,

In fear of existing,

In fear of living,

In fear of dying,

In fear of being myself,

In fear of being another,

In fear of knowing myself,

In fear of neglecting myself,

I lost my voice;

I lost my identity;

I lost my self.

I lost this life;

I lost my life;

I lost life's life.

poem by Suraj Samtani
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Cage

oftentimes the cage
is like an egg
imprisoning a yolk
between
something that
is opaque
mistaken as a clear
layer of water

you wait
for the hatch

that is the
catch

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Weightless

Press the panic -
button,
for beautiful inside.

There was a hundred
moons dialogue
in the cage.

Fear was walking
in dark corners.
There was no iron gate.

Only golden bars,
pushing you back
from touch, feel and unstitching.

Let the world find a
neck broken falcon,
convoluted.

I am taking a fight
to be born again
as a white bird.

poem by Satish Verma
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Stop Dont Panic

My heads under pressure baby
Lifes the same
Its a suicidal incubator thats killing my brain
There must be some sonic infiltrator making the strain
See Im a high-pressure operator
In case the same
Stop dont panic, its just a thing I do
Its not so tragic, nothing to hold on to
Im like a tiger in a cage so Im afraid
How do I stop this crazy rage
Im not so cool about my own route
Im gonna hit my switch and fly through
Stop, dont panic, its just a thing I do
Its not, so tragic, nothing to hang on to
Stop dont panic, its just a thing I do
Its not so tragic, nothing to hang on to
Something I hang on to
Its just a thing I do
Nothing to hang on to
Stop, its just a thing I do
Nothing to hang on to
Its just a thing I do
Nothing to hang on to

song performed by by Jamiroquai
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Did. Did You Do A Panic

Did. Did you do a panic.
With a frantic...
Undoing panic?

Did. Did you do a panic...

Frantically?

Tell me did you do a panic.
With a frantic...
Undoing panic?

Did you really do a panic...

Frantically?

Or...

Did you feel romantic?

Or...
Was it really panic?

Tell me did you do a panic.
With a frantic...
Undoing panic?

Did you really do a panic...

Frantically?

Or...
Did you feel romantic?
Tell me, tell me now.
Or was it really panic?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thirteen

At first, this is the face I will show you
Shallow, thin, smooth
Then we feel each other, like some kind of
New found friends, I
Take another layer, and tell you, this is my face,
Some scars, and lines of age, and furrows,
Then we write many emails, and remember
Common things, like a certain familiarity,
Another layer is taken and exposed,
The face of a sick man, with some
Disappointments in his mind,
Some wounds, wrinkles, and so you
Think, are there other layers of faces still
To show,
Deeper, deeper is there another layer to show
Another face of this man?
Yes, there is another layer, more faces
Hidden underneath each layer,
As we go on, learning from ourselves,
And me learning from myself,
I will be digging for more faces,
Because I am never static
I am growing, and for each growth
Like molting
Another face comes out

Soon, I hope, I must come out
With the most beautiful face
The we can be both proud of,

It is just a matter of time
Depending on how well you have loved me

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Faces and layers of faces

At first, this is the face I will show you
Shallow, thin, smooth
Then we feel each other, like some kind of
New found friends, I
Take another layer, and tell you, this is my face,
Some scars, and lines of age, and furrows,
Then we write many emails, and remember
Common things, like a certain familiarity,
Another layer is taken and exposed,
The face of a sick man, with some
Disappointments in his mind,
Some wounds, wrinkles, and so you
Think, are there other layers of faces still
To show,
Deeper, deeper is there another layer to show
Another face of this man?
Yes, there is another layer, more faces
Hidden underneath each layer,
As we go on, learning from ourselves,
And me learning from myself,
I will be digging for more faces,
Because I am never static
I am growing, and for each growth
Like molting
Another face comes out

Soon, I hope, I must come out
With the most beautiful face
The we can be both proud of,

It is just a matter of time
Depending on how well you have loved me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Panic

Fear
Heartbeat
Pain
Tears
ConfusionQuestions
Hope
Despair
Submission
Loss

Fear of the unknown; panic
Heartbeat pounds in your ears
Pain courses through you like fire
Tears trickle down your face; like diamonds; like ice
Confusion is your only thought
Questions race to you; from you; through you
Hope refreshingly appears; cleansing like water
Despair returns; drying up hope; panic returns
Submission to these pulsating emotions
Loss of control; of innocence
Fear, once more; forever

poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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Inside A Cage

he is inside a cage
and he does not really want to be inside the cage forever

the cage however is different
it is not locked and no one guards it

he is free to go out and get in anytime
this cage of his choice

he wants to get out of this cage for good
he just can't

he loves to be caged somehow
despite the protest of his reason

he goes out to free himself but only after a while
he gets inside the cage again

in fact he is more inside it and locking himself in it even
he loves what this cage can provide him

his sense of privacy his taste for an enclosure
his genes his sense of wanting to be alone

his beloved prison where he keeps his sins
it is where his ecstasies are hatched and grown

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Heart

Encircle me, my loved one.
Never let me escape.
For the cage your love has placed me in
has for me the shape
of a heart.

A heart that beats all on its own
and sometimes weeps for you.
But trapped inside the cage I fear
there's naught that I can do,
dear heart.

Ah but for the touch of you
I am restless in the day.
When the night approaches
I pray it's the way
to your heart.

If you leave will you unlock the cage?
and allow me to be free?
Better that you leave me there
for what would become of me
and my heart?

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Not a Cage, But Stage, Where Hell or Heaven Is Built!

Each Soul is divine,
Divine journey of divine spark,
That journey as per divine plan!

Your children are not your children,
They are guests visiting you,
As scheduled by divine hands,
They are here with their own destiny and fate,
who is able to state, When who is at what state?

Your friends and relatives too,
Are on their journey own,
Remember the love and affection shown!

Love and understanding
are in the heart of those here rejoice,

Concentric spheres that look solid,
Just like Onions with layer after layer,
Nothing found when peeled,
But, Everything when properly lived!

Solid looking spheres are not solids,
They are energy layers,
waves of different pattern and kinds,
Ah! Look they are of different layers,

Matter that matters us,
is not the matter,
It is energy layers,
May be children or kiths and kins,
What we look is that
How we look,
How we look is what we are!

Our house is not our house until we own,
Our body is not ours,
Our mind is not our own,
Our soul is not ours,
Until we own and master it!

Our goal is not our goal,
Goalless we can't live,
Only goal we find here is peaceful coexistence,
peaceful exit from this Life's cage,
It is not the cage but the stage on which,
Hell or heaven built or felt!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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VI

The tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest.
They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate.
The free bird cries, "O my love, let us fly to wood."
The cage bird whispers, "Come hither, let us both live in the
cage."
Says the free bird, "Among bars, where is there room to spread
one's wings?"
"Alas," cries the cage bird, "I should not know where to sit
perched in the sky."

The free bird cries, "My darling, sing the songs of the
woodlands."
The cage bird says, "Sit by my side, I'll teach you the speech of
the learned."
The forest bird cries, "No, ah no! songs can never be taught."
The cage bird says, "Alas for me, I know not the songs of the
woodlands."

Their love is intense with longing, but they never can fly wing
to wing.
Through the bars of the cage they look, and vain is their wish to
know each other.
They flutter their wings in yearning, and sing, "Come closer, my
love!"
The free bird cries, "It cannot be, I fear the closed doors of
the cage."
The cage bird whispers, "Alas, my wings are powerless and dead."

poem by Rabindranath Tagore from The Gardener (1913)
Submitted by Silvia Velea
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N4

my theory lives thru
as you have said it: these are all lies
lies and more lies
and you know them all to be lies,

but as you said it,
you begin to understand the truth
beneath these lies

a layer of grass
another layer of flowers
another layer of clouds

beneath is the niche
burying the nuggets of
my own wisdom, how i live my life

and justify it later
before God, shall all lies be
truths

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unknown Fear

Unknown fear,
Is hovering my heart.
Fear of love and hatred.
Fear of victory and failure.

I can not guess it
Accurately I mean
May be one of those…
But I m too keen.

What it is about?
Why it gives me chills?
It is really dreadful,
As my soul it kills.

Might old memories
Are affecting my present,
I tried to erase
But for permanent it went,
Went deep inside…

But it bumps out,
Sometimes unexpectedly.
Withers my soul,
And rock me as whole.

At this moment,
I want a companion.
Who can comfort me,
But I found none.

Alone confronting fear,
I sometimes cry,
Hoping someone will hear.
But I find- fear, fear only fear…

poem by Amber Cage
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scatter layer
by layer, eight-layered
cherry blossoms!

haiku by Masaoki Shiki
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Life is like an onion: you peel off layer after layer and then you find there is nothing in it.

quote by James Huneker
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Onion Skin Disguise

Layer after layer to peel off
Issues, that no longer serve
“No not I”….you may scoff
Then get what you deserve

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
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Layer by layer art strips life bare.

quote by Robert Musil
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A Lion’s Roar (Fun Poem 36)

They say a lion’s roar
can be heard five miles away.
Therefore, if you wake up one night,
and you hear a lion’s roar,
which is completely different
from the old man’s snore.
Don’t panic, the lion could be,
at least five miles away.
Then on the other hand,
maybe you should panic,
the lion could actually be
only five minutes away.

13 August 2007

poem by David Harris
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