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Life

Eyes closed light blocked
Heart closed love blocked
Both opened life enthralled

poem by Somanathan Iyer
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My Contention

My mouth is blocked,
My eyes are blindfolded and
My ears are closed.

But it is my contention
Perhaps mine alone…

Nobody is there with an ear that hears,
Nobody does anything that I can see and
Nobody says that I have to hear.

I too live a life of yours.

poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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No Difference

i stared out the window
at the bare frozen limbs
of my favorite old tree...
i closed my eyes...
saw leaves bud forth
and turn green...
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.

i stared at the young girl
reading at a corner table
i closed my eyes...
and saw an old grandmother
washing dishes with her grandbabies
playing in the floor at her feet...
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.

i saw the young man
carrying his son on his shoulders
i closed my eyes...
and saw an old man standing
by his son's casket
draped by a flag...
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.

i saw an old man
standing on the corner begging
i closed my eyes...
i saw a young boy
playing ball in the street
laughing and dodging cars
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.

i saw a crack head shivering
by an electric heater in a bare apartment
i closed my eyes...
and saw a young a/g student
helping some kid with his math
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.

i saw a desperate girl
walking the streets
looking for a john
i closed my eyes...
and saw a young girl's room
stuffed animals on the bed
pictures of her and her daddy on the wall
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.

i saw a young man
wild-eyed with fear
in a prison cell
i closed my eyes...
i saw a young boy gone hunting
with his grandpa on thanksgiving morn
with his dog by his side
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.

i pulled back the veil of time...
knowing, there is no difference!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Shut Eyes Stare

Behind the walls shut eyes stare.
Closed to imagination...
And opened to self depreciation!
Stopped and blocked,
By frustrations accepted!
Fearing disapproval,
But receiving rejection inspected.
And protecting it as if it belongs!
Behind the walls shut eyes stare.
Uncaring the glare reflected is wrong!
There to drain remaining all day long.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I closed my eyes and my heart felt u

I closed my eyes and my heart felt u
Wen I opened them there ws sumone new...

It is my wedding day
It has to be in d best way..
There are flowers everywher
But I cnnt c my blossom anywher..
My friends are dancing and showing there hapiness
I am smiling and hiding my lonliness...
The place is full of light as everyone can see
But no one noticed the darkness within me...
It is my wedding night.. oh dear! ! !
The stars are shinning in d sky so clear...
The moon dat witnessed all our loving moments is staring at me
Its again and again asking where are 'WE'.....
I can see my friends my family is so delighted
Accepting all that is goin with spirit highlighted...
They expect me to do d same
And jst run and run in dis so called life game...
M goin my love forever may be
I wish I can see u for d last time may be...
I alwez wntd to be wid u forever
But now u wil be inside my heart forevr and evr...
They pulled me on the wedding place..
My heart was beating fast like it ws in a race
I needed ur hug
I needed ur love
I needed ur hand
I needed ur feel
In a fear of losing u I closed my eyes
I closed my eyes and my heart felt u
Wen I opened them there ws sumone new...

poem by Namrata Tiwari
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A glimpse

a glimpse
the half opened door
some would say
a half closed door
it all depends on the
state of mind you are in
well half closed for pessismist
and half opened for optimist
half opened or half closed door
so long as it is open
and not close
a good exercise for the mind
of a story teller, novelist, a film maker
a glimpse at the half closed door
the mind is thrown open
like the kick you would give
a half opened door
so that you and pet cat could
glide through easily
the stories that start coming out
from a glimpse at the half opened door
agatha's murdered corpse lying behind
a stalker, a ghost in the corridor of the mind
from the glimpse of the half closed door
a million possibilities, ideas pouring forth
half closed door, half opened door
whichever way you may say
it is an opened door
a million stories, ideas, possibilities
knock at the door of my mind
a glimpse of the half closed, half opened door
my half closed half opened eyes
open themselves to my ever curious mind
boundless as the universe

inspired by

A Glimpse
A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove,
late of a winter night-And I unremark'd seated in a corner;
Of a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently approaching, and
seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand;
A long while, amid the noises of coming and going-of drinking and
oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little,
perhaps not a word.
Walt Whitman

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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In The End

I Saw Red
Warrant
Oo it must be magic
How inside your eyes I see my destiny Every time we kiss
I feel you breathe your love to deep inside of me
And if the moon and stars should fall
They'd be east to replace
I would lift you up to heaven
And you would take their place
Then I saw red
When I opened up the door
I saw red
Heart just spilled on to the floor
And I didn't need to see his face
I saw yours
I saw red then I closed the door
I don't think I'm gonna love you anymore
Everyday I wake up
I thank God that you are
Still a part of me
Opened up the door to which
So many people never find the way
Snd if the sun
Should ever fail to send its light
We will burn a thousand candles
And make everything alright
Then I saw red
Wnen I opened up the door
I saw red
Heart just spilled onto the floor
And I didn't need to see his face
I saw yours
I saw red then I closed the door
I don't think I'm gonna love you anymore
I've been hurt
And I've been blind
I'm not sure that I'll be fine
I never thought it would
End this way
Oo it must be magic

song performed by by Warrant
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We blocked them inside the city. Their rear is blocked.

quote by Mohammed Saeed al-Sahaf
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I Saw Red

Ooh, it must be magic
How inside your eyes, I see my destiny
And every time we kiss, I feel you
Breathe your love so deep inside of me
If the moon and stars should fall
They'd be easy to replace
I would lift you up to heaven
And you would take their place
(Chorus): And I saw red when I opened up the door
I saw red, my heart just spilled onto the floor
And I didn't need to see his face...
Cause I saw yours
I saw red and then I closed the door
And I don't think I'm gonna love you anymore
And every day I wake up
I thank God that you are still a part of me
We've opened up the door to it
So many people never find the key
And if the sun should ever fail to send its light
We would burn a thousand candles
And make everything alright
Chorus
I've been hurt, I've been blind
I'm not sure that I'll be fine
I never thought it would end this way
Cause I saw red when I opened up the door
I saw red, my heart just spilled onto the floor
And I didn't need to see his face
Oh, I saw yours
I saw red and then I closed the door
And I don't think I'm gonna love you anymore...
Yeah... ooh, it must be magic...

song performed by by Warrant
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Imprisoned by my own heart' s gate

Imprisoned by my own heart' s gate
If I could only weave the route of my escape
My mind is stunned, all the paths are blocked
How can I break love's heavy locks
Submit myself to the sweet rapture of love
And face the cruel torture of loath

I went to sleep last night so late
When all the flowers had long ago closed their heads
My eyes were left to the dark to hesitate
When my heart to contend with turmoil so great

So strong is the appetite
For being loved, so definite
That though we know it profitless
we never learn to forfeit it in effortless

Does love need love in return
Yet we seek that reciprocity
And cannot help but to yearn for it
If transgression, I tell you of it
And if my blame, I shall avow it

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poem by Isaac Ziv
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Gridlock

Advocating an end,
To a gridlock begins.
So all intersections are closed,
Not opened to relieve the strain.

And those selected to intercept,
Have rejected the best solutions.
Engaging themselves instead with praise.
As they keep the traffic blocked...
From making any forward movement.
Seeking to be acknowledged...
By those outraged.

With the winning of campaigns,
That increase heated arguments...
With additional rhetoric that drains.
But they seek to be acknowledged...
By those outraged.
The ones who placed them in positions,
Now have their verification...
Who amongst them are the ones officially crazed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Decisions They Make

People do not want to listen.
They choose to hear what they wish to hear.
And when decisions they make,
Do not favor their taken positions...
Accusations fly.
To leave them the last,
And perhaps the only one surprised...
As to why their rants,
Go ignored.
And...
Blocked from the ears of those,
Who have closed their doors.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Squeaking Heard Is Much Too Real

A rat shocked by light and caught in darkness...
Becomes frightened,
When an accustomed hole has been closed...
Or blocked from view.
It makes attempts to convince it is not a rat.
Even though all who sees it...
Can identify what it is.
But the rat will do anything,
To not be seen for what it is whether masked...
Or undercover.
Being a rat shocked by light and caught in darkness...
Makes it difficult to calm tensions,
When sneaking a snack in the kitchen creates such a scene.
And the squeaking heard is much too real!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No... I Can Not Believe It

You've got my nose opened wide.
Wider than the sea,
And...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.

You've got my nose opened wide.
So wide people see.
And...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.

Wherever I go...
I know that this shows.
And...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.

I know it is exposed,
That you opened my nose!
And...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.

I walk on tip-toes,
With my eyes half closed.
And...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.
No...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.

I walk on tip-toes,
With an opened nose.
And...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.
And with my eyes closed too?
No...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.
No...
I can not believe it that you did this to me.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Roaming...

when the soul is blocked
there is a reason, could be that the soul has become too familiar
and as it insists, has become too unpleasant
for the body,

at 2: 30 in the morning the body is behaving like a dead man,
pretending, perhaps since there is still that
alcoholic breath, saliva sticking and
nostrils wriggling

a mosquito bite becomes too irrelevant,
a cockroach tumbles down on your hair and
laughs,

nothing is happening to life,
the soul and body at war, there is this room closed,
morning light seeking an entrance
to a night window
that is still magnetized to
dream.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Could Do It With My Eyes Closed

Moonlight in a dew drop
Two miles to the ridge top
One hand on the wheel is probably
One more than I need
Bald tires in a dirt rut
Chauffeur us all the way up
Weve been there enough
All we gotta do is turn the key
Chorus
Just like the back of your hand
I know my way around this land
Around every curve and bend
From your heart down to your soul
There aint nothin I cant do
When it comes to lovin you
Its like flying down these old back roads
I could do it with my eyes closed
Well kill the motor when we get there
Ill pull the ribbon from your hair
Well lay up on the hood and I can stare at you all night
And youll say when were over that hill
Are you gonna love me still
Well baby you know I will
Its just like ridin a bike
Chorus
Bridge
They cant tell us love is blind
Cause it brought us right where we are tonight
There aint nothin I cant do
When it comes to lovin you
Its like flying down these old back road
I could do it with my eyes closed
I could love you with my eyes closed
I could do it with my eyes closed

song performed by by Diamond Rio
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I Was Told You Are Indeed A Rose

Even though I was told,
You are indeed a Rose.
I still could not tell from the scent,
Since I suffer from a recent bad head cold.
Something suddenly has happened,
To convince me of this.

And you can be quite different,
Not so detected as a Daffodil.
I can tell the Tulip from a distance.
Or a Carnation on a suit lapel,
Without getting close to sniff it.

But you 'they' say,
Are a Rose to uphold.
And I can't tell if that is true.
Since my nose is blocked.
And getting near to you...
Waters my eyes,
And keeps them closed.
Whatever that is you've got...
Makes me sneeze a lot!

I wanted to get a dozen of you,
To splurge.
But I think I am allergic.
And that has prevent my urge.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Eyes

Every I closed my eyes
There any tears
that is calm
he knelt calmly
sitting in the Lotus
surface

Every I opened my eyes
There any ocean
There he is
the hand of his arms open

Every eye is headed
hatila blind
But you could
make your heart
always be
opened again

poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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Love Amidst Squalor

He opened his eyes
And saw the squalor around,
Glistened his eyelids,
He shed it without a sound.
For months he was afloat
In the dark warm bay,
Waiting to arrive here
To live love and play!
She smiled as he cried,
Happy to see him land,
Life squirted from her bosom,
She could die just for his hand.
Yet as he opened his eyes
He saw only squalor around,
Her love couldn't hold him back,
His eyes closed without a sound!

poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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jose Feliciano, españa verde

In fact blindness speaks

Unmouth words
They come in shades of light
Specks
Trickles
Unmouth words

Now they come
From your eyes

Closed eyes

From a blindness of so much love

Unmouth your words
Let the words come
As shades of light in a dark soul
Speck of light
Trickles
Of
Feelings
Like pearls
Of teardrops

From a blindness of so much
Unmouth
It is your eyes speaking
Closed

With soft hands
Reaching
The touch
Of my heart in pain.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wishing For More Of It To Define As It Sits

My point of view,
And how that is expressed.
Does not take nerve,
But a consciousness I posses.

I never thought my 'visions' would upset.
Since this Earth we all inhabit,
Is not my idea...
Created from a private concept.

Are eyes that shut closed?
And ears blocked from hearing?
What I see as concrete evidence...
Should not be debated if what is seen is near.

And today few things seem obvious,
Or as clear as it appears.
Yet so many people live their lives in fear.
And wishing for more of it to define as it sits...
Encouraged to stay in a prolonged visit.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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