Vital
close to my heart
lungs contract
chest falls
fighting
to maintain my
windy passion
chest rises
blood requires
oxygen's fire
still alive
poem by Steven Federle
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Chest
Chest, what power do thou h've?
That women place their heads on
men's when they're showing love
Chest, what charm do thou have?
That women take virtue of thee to pray
for their siblings that sucked their breasts
Chest, what spirit do thee have?
That women curse men with thee that
otherwise, if man didn't meet them chest to chest
Chest, what glory do thou h've?
That people beat you with palm
and swear
Chest, of what important is you?
That women knock their heads on
men's chest during the fighting
Motion
My body’s always in motion
running through unseen routines
forcing air, chest rising and falling,
heart-blood coursing
through a million small chambers
to glow red again.
Even at rest
my chest rises to cold air
and drinks it in, clean and clear,
and with heady ambition,
I run,
my aging legs pounding
this treadmill
to nowhere.
But I know this
is a temporary condition.
Soon enough
my blood will congeal and
pool into still, cool wells.
No more will I wake
though bright morning itself
should shake my shoulder
and with swelling song
bid me rise,
for I am not made
for eternity’s day.
Death waits
and will not
be turned away.
poem by Steven Federle
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Awaiting You
I await
in sittingroom
awaiting you come
with the boisterous chest
but you do not come
until day
so I do repeatedly
with the boisterous chest
but you do not come
until my hand tremble
jolt heart
in my chest
do not willing to desist
until you come
poem by Prasetya Utama
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A new day never came(Vampire)
Cover me up with a black sheet
Fire seeping through two tiny wounds
My lungs filling with a sad oxygen
Im choking on a sweet voices croon
What will love make of me
will love take its turn
whats waiting for me
what will i learn
Im burning in your medicine
im drowning in fire
drive out the rage
cold hands take me through the fire
Im fighting alive
but im so tired
Punish my soul
for wishing for a devils kiss
im lost in this deadly heat
im blinded by flames
put out my rage, return my name
im looking for morning
A new day never came
poem by Twilighter dazzzler
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Village Girl
Why cant you just say what’s in your heart, why must you always play another’s part hiding from the feelings you have deep in your heart, tearing apart what was so beautifully Clear, why could you not say those three little words my dear…
Now I don’t want to hurt you or cause you distress, as always I want what for you is the best, I have always had a open heart beating in my chest, honesty as always been a virtue That I love best, if I love you I tell you and I don’t mess, but if you hurt me I tell you and get it off my chest, I may be blunt but honesty always I confess…
Now many years must this go on, tell we meet and admit this thing we have going on, or we both agree its time to move on and say so long, I must admit to see you again the feeling is strong, to see your beautiful face that I have waited so long…
There has to be a better way, than this constant fighting everyday help me to find away, lets be close again if only for one day…
poem by Abiodun Adekoya
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Fuddy
On my room
To the floor bed...
I was tasted
With the
My girl friend
Chest bun...
Toung was play
Bun of chest...
Mouth wanted
Milk...
Not for the
Chest bun....
No weat
No sweet
No salt..
Not for the bun...
Meet taste
Vegtable taste
Also not ther;
Chest bun
Taste for
With big and
Beauty...! ! !
And fuddy
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Basic life support
Basic life support consists
A number of life-saving techniques.
Patients with cardiac arrests,
Improves the survival rates.
As you will learn head-tilt,
Chin-lift and jaw thrust maneuvers;
Circulation, airway and breathing
Are very important things as well.
In case patient is unconscious,
Check his level of consciousness.
If there is no pulsation,
Start chest compressions.
Every minute is important.
So never stop,
Compressing the chest
Until blood reaches the brain
and has enough oxygen.
When pulses are back,
Circulation is alright.
Give two rescue breaths at first.
Then see the rise and fall
On patient's chest.
Just make sure,
Pulses are there.
When patient is awake
As he regains consciousness,
Explain what happened.
Monitor vital signs
Every five minutes.
When he can tolerate
As his vital signs are stable,
Advise doctor's consultation.
poem by Alon Calinao Dy
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Encounter With a Higher Power
They could care less...
Who comes to add blood and/or funds
To their monetary war chest!
These beasts are beating
Peace into the ground...
No matter who confronts them with protest!
The few want to rule.
To enslave all of us in detention camps...
Like mindless fools now used as tools!
They could care less...
Who comes to add blood and/or funds
To their monetary war chest!
They are counting on the dollar...
To fall to have us caged in in squalor!
That's why the borders go unpatrolled.
To have million fighting,
To make excuses for control!
But that is not going to happen.
As their plans unfold!
An encounter with a higher power comes!
To leave them and their ambitions stunned!
Unknown by the many...
Although these events will be told!
Leaving them left behind...
To be squashed like insects,
In nests no one can fathom, comprehend or define!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Run
I love the feel of it
That way I feel more alive
As if everything is right
I'm only focused on one goal
I need to get as far away as I can
Like I'm fleeing from something or someone
And I probably am
The wind is blowing fast
My hair is blowing past
I can feel my lungs expand
With each step
Each breath
Blood is pumping through my veins
I finally feel that moment
When my lungs are on fire
About to explode
When I'm at my maximum
My limit
I try to hold it there
But eventually I slow to a stop
My lungs are still pumping
And I'm still breathing hard
Reality has come back
I want to feel alive again
But I know
There's more to life than running
poem by Autumn Winds
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This Soul of Eternity's Burden Unleashed
Soon I am to walk within these bounds but know
No grounding as my own, still this shall be home,
If nothing more than a place where I shall never be alone.
If not at least a pillow upon which my heart doth rest
Whilst beating still within my chest.
If not at least a home where my heart could dwell
Whilst within my chest my heart doth swell.
Blood boils. Turmoil takes its toil upon this
Soul of eternity’s burden unleashed.
I’m Freedom bound yet Homeward torn,
Returning to the ether from which I was born.
poem by David Lacey
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I am lying on the pyre!
I am lying on the pyre
A minute away from the fire
All things ready along with wood
In grudge across the river water increased
The last relative comes late and sees my face
Forget all in grief to cover my chest
Where lay the thousand wounds
For which I died a hundred deaths.
This is my last hope and honor so I cried
Oh cruel! Take away all but keep wounds secret
Respect my last right and please cover my chest!
The fire knows the taste of burning
The salt knows the taste of pinching
I know both as I got burning wounds
Oh clown! Don't shed too much tears
Never ever try to douse the flaming fire
As the fire will end my pain forever
The Water is waiting for me in the river
Strike the stick of the box, I can not wait
Let the wounds burn secretly of my chest
Oh buffoon! This is my last appeal please respect
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Singing
If the words are good and true,
it’s as if the centre of all things
fires and fills; informs the heart;
the heart, the chest and lungs;
the lungs, the unhesitating throat;
space fills the head and voice:
and then, no longer pupil,
but the teacher of the world;
hearing from the centre of that sound
that sound itself may bring about all things.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Tart Tart
When he came out to the lock-up
He said Im looking for something better
He made his shock announcement
And backed off, backed down, backed off
And then he got up off the floor
He said Im wealthy enough, not to do this no more
And he made it all known with his hands held up, palm
Out
And she said dont know if I should
Cause I worry too much about the tests on the blood
And at first it was a yes, and then a no, then a
yes.
A maggot sleeps on her desk
H wears a sleeping bag as his vest
And hes getting too too bothered
About the spots on his chest, chest, chest
Now shes (blank)...she laid it on
And a few days later shes gone
So its back to the womb
To get drowned, drowned, drowned, drowned warm (? ? ? )
song performed by by Happy Mondays
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Creating Keys
Just because those who 'have',
Opposed to those who 'have not'...
Seem to possess keys,
To a treasure chest they can unlock.
Does not mean they obtain a wisdom,
To know how to use...
What has been given to maintain happiness.
Or replace keys when lost,
Without being instructed.
Only those creating 'keys',
Can reproduce them effectively.
And...
They may not be the ones to rise to the top.
But their knowledge is visited repeatedly.
Whether this is mentioned,
Or given an acknowledgement.
Nothing rises alone to suspend on top,
Without 'something' of support to keep it held there.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Blacktop Romance
Oh no,
I've gotta tell you how I feel right now,
Kept it bottled up for so long,
Gotta tell you before I go insane,
Can't go to my room and cry now!
You're right infront of me staring into my eyes,
I'm gazing back cos I don't know what to say
I just can't say it to you,
I need to get this shit off my chest,
All I need to say is 'I love you' and thats done,
But it's all puppy love in this blacktop romance
Oh no,
I've just gotta tell you but I acn't,
You'll only say no so what's the point?
I'll cry with the geeks and dive into darkness,
Where the vampires can't hurt us,
I'll build your crypt where we can stay,
Together forever in each others arms
I just can't say it to you,
I need to get this shit off my chest,
All I need to say is 'I love you' and thats done,
But it's all puppy love in this blacktop romance
Oh no,
I'm falling down again, down to my grave,
Blood rains down on my face as I cry,
But I keep singing the words 'I love you',
That keeps me alive in this cruel world we live,
The notion that you might say yes and love me,
We'll cover our necks and live the rest of our lives together
I just can't say it to you,
I need to get this shit off my chest,
All I need to say is 'I love you' and thats done,
But it's all puppy love in this blacktop romance
Oh no,
I said it to your face finally,
Waiting for you to say no and slap me,
But you just stand there gazing into my eyes,
Heaven's gazing on our moment together,
Hoping for a good answer whatever it may be,
And you said those four magic words 'I love you too'
I just can't say it too you but I did,
I really needed to get this shit off my chest,
I said 'I love you' and you said 'I love you too'
So it aint just puppy love in this blacktop romance
poem by Callum Byrne
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Blessed Cats and Dogs
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
Causing the country to insist
What the blows are to the chest.
Why do little angels work so caressed?
Making the country to assist
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
My soldiers in the army are with a blood test,
Keeping lines and dictation as a checklist,
What the blows are to the chest.
Amazed by the brilliance of those in the contest,
Canine help became something to co-exist,
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
May service feed the animals of conquest,
Domestic keepers will arrive at their crest,
What the blows are to the chest.
We see, we know the animals are depressed,
May loving people take a goodness as a list,
What the blows are to the chest,
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Could be
She blinked those eyes at me
and fired
and I was sunk.
She smiled and I tore my heart
from my heaving chest
and gave it to her.
She breathed lightly
and I lost my oxygen.
She turned to walk away
and I could not take my eyes away;
they left with her.
Must be love.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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My Arms Reach Out For You
Within my heart I love you deeply,
Without pretense or secrets kept!
There is no wait to spark my fire.
None other but you heat my desires best.
I can not eat sometimes...
And go I do without rest!
I want to feel you close...
Bared against my chest!
I want to feel your head,
Upon my shoulder at night!
In the moonlight, sunset and sunrise too,
You are there...
As my arms reach out for you!
Within my heart I love you deeply,
Without pretense or secrets kept!
There is no wait to spark my fire.
None other but you heat my desires best.
I can not eat sometimes...
And go I do without rest!
I want to feel you close...
Bared against my chest!
I want to feel your head,
Upon my shoulder at night!
In the moonlight, sunset and sunrise too,
You are there...
As my arms reach out for you!
What more can two arms do?
If not surrounding and holding you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Baby's Breath
“It’s not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us fathers and sons” Johann von Schiller
Caressing soft blanket
Warmth spreads
Beneath her breast
Baby’s breath
With tender touches
Rocking gently
Joy spills tears
Baby’s breath
Beneath her chest
Is heaven scent
Window lace drawn
Her eyes glitter
Baby’s breath
Against her neck
In rhyme with hearts together
Nightingale sings
Crescent moon shinning
Baby’s breath
Beneath her chest
In her arms asleep
It’s not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us mother & babe.
(June 2011)
poem by Jo Ann Zsilavetz
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Romantic blue.
Romantic blue.
Babe don’t go now, I mean you can hate me tomorrow but don’t leave me alone tonight; I don’t want to be feeling lonely under this romantic blue night.
Hold on to a hope that still alive inside of my heart that you won't go out of my life.
Look to the stars that reflect in your beautiful brown eyes that I love to see them close when they are flying free into a dream, and sometimes I wonder, what you dreaming about?
So now lay down with me and put your head on my chest, so you can hear my heart singing a sweet song to apologize to you.
Tonight under this blue romantic sky, I want the stars to be witness that I love you with all my heart, because you are the reason why I’m still alive
poem by Christian K. Montiel
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