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poetaster
sketch scribble scripts
shadow
landscape hung perspective
charcoal
lines faint quiver stabbed
vision
stereotype carbon copies
teacher
shape taught cripple rules
copyist
hybrid imitator framed
rebel
not mediocre imprints
genius
unhinged swallow patents
everyday
uninteresting unoriginal straight-jacket
sense
tune cosmic diversity
lightning-rod
electro spark electrocute
manic
hectic visionistic touchstone
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Genius Born To Break Rules
slant rhyme corrected
poetry teacher corrections
stuck in muddy rules
the great and genius
are born to break rules
mainstream adhered
seasoned esteemed
recognized poetry teacher
had taught his poetry
classes for decades
basking in certainty
of set academic rules
inferior gerund form
not to be maturity used
in verse perfect line
please do not
embarrass him
do not mention
masterful classical poem
'The Rhyme Of The Ancient Mariner'
one of the greatest poems
ever written
penned to paper
dramatic verse
immediacy of active
masterful gerund form
infuses genius verse
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sketch Book
If I may,
allow thee,
stand
lay
find
your
pose.
Will sketch thee in thy book.
Charcoal
grainy
dark
smudges blending,
image
take
form.
Disrobe
do not,
remove thy cloth
woven
cotton
cover
disguise
thy body shape
curves
contours
angles.
Distraction.
Already have sketch in hand,
conjured forth,
time
and
time
again.
Thy body shape,
lies beneath,
across they clothing drape?
Still life.
Artists interpretation.
Thy beauty.
Recline,
arm at side
other over head
finger poised
chin angled toward thee
eyes at slight glance,
legs
lounging
relaxed
ankles crossed.
Nude.
Exposed.
Yes,
of course.
Anywhere you would like,
when
your
ready.
Will sketch thee in thy book.
poem by Gary Kedron
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Portrait of life...
Awakened to the rough sketch of another morning,
The birth of this new day but a canvass of new creation,
The pallette of life felt in every breath and sense I feel,
My portrait slowly takes shape as the day unfolds,
I am the artist painting life upon another days canvas,
The beauty I preceive has influence on those around me,
For I possess a power within known to all true poets,
The power to paint a beautiful landscape of hope,
Or to darken man's reality with visions of despair,
What picture of eternity shall you paint upon life's journey? ...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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for My Teacher
I knew I was alive, ‘cause I felt myself breathing
I knew I could walk, ‘cause I saw my legs moving
I knew I had feelings, ‘cause I could pity myself so much
For everything I was doing, I had done,
I would do that wouldn’t matter as such.
And then you came, my teacher
Introduced myself to me
Showed me, like every creature,
How different I could be.
And made me feel special
No cursed any more,
Believe in the power of my dreams
The limitless potential in my core.
Life, black and plain white
That used to be
Now with your eyes
I could see the red, the blue and the green.
And you taught not just “ABC”
But also the perspective with which the world to see
And you taught not just “123”
But also the ways to set ourselves free.
I don’t just breathe now teacher, I live.
I don’t just walk now teacher,
I run for my wants.
I don’t pity myself anymore teacher,
I’m proud of myself.
I don’t just respect you teacher,
I owe myself to you…….
poem by Jaya Mishra
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Beauties Nucleus, Gloria
.
My darling,
If I was a painter
a master of repute,
A genius of deft strokes
to sketch the charcoal base.
One thousand years of learning
need I,
indeed,
to reproduce the beauty
that dwells within your soul,
and reflects upon your face.
poem by Ken e Hall
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JESUS CHRIST and The Painter
Dear Jesus,
.
If I was a painter a master of repute
A genius of the deft stroke,
To sketch the charcoal base
A thousand years of learning need I indeed
To reproduce the beauty
that dwells within your soul and
Reflects upon your face.
poem by Ken e Hall
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Charcoal Night
On a charcoal night the owl calls.
On a charcoal night wolves sharpen their claws.
On a charcoal night children shake with fear.
The charcoal night is growing near.
On a charcoal night the demon dogs sing.
On a charcoal night the little stars gleam.
On a charcoal night the air goes cold.
The nightmares and stories are always told.
On a charcoal night wolves wet their fangs.
On a charcoal night the owls call rang.
On a charcoal night the beasts are out.
On a charcoal night this is their town.
On a charcoal night lock up the doors.
On a charcoal night don't sleep on the floors.
On a charcaol night say good bye to those dear.
Because the charcaol night is finally hear.
poem by Okami Kamikaze
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Love is Not...
Love is not
Gazing at the same things
And expecting to agree
Over what we see.
But listening
To the others perspective,
And seeing through their eyes
With empathy and open mind,
even if you disagree.
We are all unique
So why this urge to
Make carbon copies?
Its part of
Being human
To allow others
the complete experience-
human and being
By simply
Being present
In that moment.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Art
My pen glides
the paper slides
thick lines
thin lines
curved
straight
I scribble
never erase
I create
my art
my heart-
poem by Jeremy Rascon
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The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires.
quote by William Arthur Ward
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Hes A Rebel
Hes a rebel and you may not like his
Looks or his style
Be hes faster than light and he
Can walk a miracle mile
Hell point you out and hell pull you in
I guarantee hell be your best friend
Hes a rebel and hes gonna be good
Anyhow
And the boys in the group they just
Want to drag him way down
Hes so straight ahead, hell blow
Your mind
He can be strong and yet so kind
What you see is what you get
And what you get you wont regret
cause hes on the line
What you want is what hes got and
What hes got, hes got a lot
cause its allright
Its allright
Ooh hes a rebel, written up in the
Lambs book of life
And therell be no escape because
The stage has been set for a while
If he comes your way, hell make you
Surrender
His storys clear and his voice
So tender
What you see is what you get
And what you get you wont regret
cause hes on the line
What you want is what hes got and
What hes got, hes got a lot
cause its allright
Its allright
If he comes your way hell make you
Surrender
His words are clear and his
Loves forever
Hes a rebel and he doesnt conform
Thats for sure
Society rules and its fallin right
Down to the core
Hell love you like youve never been
Loved before
He always leaves you wanting
Him more
Hes a rebel
See that rebel
Yeah, thats a rebel
Thats a rebel
Hes a rebel
See that rebel
Theres the rebel
Theres the rebel
song performed by by Donna Summer
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Richard Fenyman
The mind of an all but mediocre
Genius
The howl of the imagination
Made life incarnate
In formulas, in expressions, in scientific
There I see your childlike smile,
A greater sense of wonder on a leathered face
You taught us to think twice and then again
About what lies on the surface beneath
A magic man playing his mambo
Dancing with Shroddinger’s kittens
You were catnip for the soul.
poem by Denis Kucharski
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Cripple Creek
1: well I married a wife in the month of june,
Married her up by the light of the moon.
We live down on cripple creek.
Weve been there about a week.
Chorus: Im a-goin down to cripple creek, Im goin on a run.
Goin down to cripple creek to have some fun.
Goin down to cripple creek, Im goin on a run.
Goin down to cripple creek to have some fun.
2: now cripple creek girls about half-grown,
Jump on a man like a dog on a bone.
Roll my pants up to my knees,
Cross on cripple creek a-when I please.
Chorus: Im a-goin down to cripple creek, Im goin on a run,
Goin down to cripple creek to have some fun.
Goin down to cripple creek, Im goin on a run.
Goin down to cripple creek to have some fun.
3: well Im goin to cripple creek, Im goin on a run.
Im a-goin to cripple creek to have some fun.
Chorus: Im a-goin to cripple creek, Im goin on a run,
Goin to cripple creek to have some fun.
song performed by by Monkees
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Losing Steps
This is an illusion of time-shrinking
With empty time intervals.......
I can feel the cosmic pulse of life shrinking in a reverse spiral.
I try to forget myself, I try to dig deeper and deeper into nothingness..
But your lost steps bring me back.
I find myself in your arms, in your bed, inside of you.
It seems to be evening, but no, the immortal mobile horizons
Immolate themselves
In the hardened surface of the shrinking blob of quartz of the sand..
We are trying to rely their shape on our sense of sight,
Our sense of sight, that seeing-eye, crept into our vision.
Our mental vision, rooted in our mind,
Our physical vision, rooted in our astral nature.
We are trying to make them real,
But we understand that the shape can be cropped only inside of us.
We understand that the dream itself is lost, even it is nevertheless
Still our dream,
It is lost toward the still hot quartz of the soul,
Like an imaginary horizon line of the eye
Or like the bird’s eye view,
Completely off the image....
In the offing.
And we let the time to go on......
Because
Time is an a priori form of inner sense,
It makes possible the cognition of objects qua appearances,
As our friend Kant said.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Picture Of Innocence
I hear they're trying to make us all the same
It's mind control by any other name
Who's gonna pay the price
For this foolish paradise
Oh?omma don't take that train
I hear it said we're headed too far south
Chinese whispers go by word of mouth
Rules for every size and shape
The nag has gone, shut the gate
Once you're in you're never getting out
I'm so misunderstood
There goes my manlihood
She's in my face again
With that picture of innocence
No drinks, No smokes
No dicking around
No dirty jokes
Straight lace, straight face
The old straight jacket
We got no hope
I hear they're gonna try out something new
I can feel it sticking to my shoe
So this is what tomorrow holds
Hopes and dreams are bought and sold
But still the world is misty green and blue
I', so misunderstood
There goes my mannish boyhood
She's in my face again
With that picture of innocence
No deals, No strokes
No forbidden fruit
No holy smoke
What next, no sex
That's the end of the road
That's the end of the road
We got no hope
No drinks, No smokes
No dicking around
No dirty jokes
Straight lace, straight face
The old straight jacket
We got no hope
No deals, No strokes
No forbidden fruit
No holy smoke
What next, no sex
That's the end of the road
We got no hope
song performed by by Deep Purple
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Carbon, carbon, carbon.
Diamond is nothing but carbon
All organs are made of carbon.
Organisms’ food is carbon.
Carbon burns to give out carbon
15.04.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fine Children
The fine weather is passing over our heads
As the day is finer than one soldier and one liar.
The lines of the page are a book,
As the book finds new meaning everyday.
This thunder-and-lightning happened overnight,
Due to old age and the lingering of the night.
My knights are out there in the hectic pleasure,
This is pleasing to the old art of repose,
For the generals play fine music when present.
One day we pass and splendidly pass,
For success mattered to the old children.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Disparage
Teacher, dear teacher
epileptic with knowledge,
spitting and apprehensive.
Enthused;
with a sweet lull
grounding mounts of will power,
mastered a way to make
brilliance uninteresting.
poem by Abhyudai Dhawan
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Teacher, Teacher
Just when I thought I finally learned my lesson well,
There was more to this than meets the eye.
And for all the things you taught me, only time will tell,
If I'll be able to survive. Oh yeah.
Teacher, teacher, can you teach me?
Can you tell me all I need to know?
Teacher, teacher, can you reach me?
Or will I fall when you let me go? Oh no.
Am I ready for the real world, will I pass the test?
You know it's a jungle out there.
Ain't nothin' gonna stop me, I won't be second best,
But the joke's on those who believe the system's fair, oh yeah.
Teacher, teacher, can you teach me?
Can you tell me if I'm right or wrong?
Teacher, teacher, can you reach me?
I wanna know what's goin' on, Oh yeah.
So the years go on and on, but nothing's lost or won.
And what you learned is soon forgotten.
They take the best years of your life,
Try to tell you wrong from right,
But you walk away with nothing. Oh Oh.
Teacher, teacher, can you teach me?
Can you tell me all I need to know?
Teacher, teacher, can you reach me?
Or will I fall when you let me go?
Teacher, teacher, can you teach me?
Can you tell me if I'm right or wrong?
Teacher, teacher, can you reach me?
I wanna know what's goin' on, Oh
Teacher, teacher, can you teach me?
Teacher, teacher, can you reach me?
Teacher, teacher, can you teach me?
Teacher, teacher, Ooh yeah.
Teacher, teacher
Teacher, teacher
~Adams, Vallance
song performed by by 38 Special
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Teacher Says, Teacher Goes
Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smiles,
teacher knows,
what you have done,
was clearly a mistake,
maybe it is,
time for a break.
Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smiles,
teacher knows,
that you have been naughty.
That you have been quite foughty.
That you are being rude,
don't call teacher a dude.
Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smilies,
teacher know,
that you were making faces,
behind teachers back,
that you were throwing spitballs,
at the teacher's pet.
Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smiles,
teacher knows.
So enough is said,
so now you know,
that whatever you do.....
Teacher says,
Teacher goes,
Teacher smilies,
Teacher knows
poem by Jasmine Aira
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