Belie Harvest
When emotions
flux deeply stirred.
When wise heads
confess confused.
Emotional intoxication
helm be held. Restrained
by resolute will.
Inflexible infallible constraint.
Man’s nature
leaches like water.
Finding its own level.
Group emotions erode equilibrium.
Fabrication finds its level.
Bestiality appeals
to lower lesser instincts.
Resist being blatantly poisoned.
By Hatred. Rash Hearsay. Indisputable rumour.
Beware persuasive words.
Falling slowly quietly
seeping slyly boldly forth.
Carried on evil’s slanderous shoulders
cunning culpable tongues.
Gossips guileful guilty
given groundless charge.
Depart discreetly
escaping punishments blame.
More clay to conquer.
Meeting malleable misfortunates.
Moulding malicious moments.
Shattering social security shamelessly.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Winner Of This Battle
It's those...
Emotions we must conquer.
Emotions we must conquer.
Emotions we must conquer.
It's those...
Emotions we must conquer.
Emotions we must conquer.
Emotions we must conquer,
With a chasing away.
And...
The winner of this battle,
Doesn't ride on a saddle.
Or wear outfits,
To impress anybody they've got it licked.
The winner of this battle,
Doesn't ride on a saddle.
Or wear outfits,
To impress anybody they've got it licked.
Some do not expose,
Their woes on their sleeves.
With a showing they can be compose,
To a degree.
Although they may struggle,
With many troubles...
People like this don't deny,
They don't seek a ride to hide...
And rush away on alibis.
The winner of this battle,
Doesn't ride on a saddle.
Or wear outfits,
To impress anybody they've got it licked.
The winner of this battle,
Doesn't ride on a saddle.
Or wear outfits,
To impress anybody they've got it licked.
It's those...
Emotions we must conquer.
Emotions we must conquer.
Emotions we must conquer.
And the winner of this of this battle,
Are those...
Emotions that are conquered.
Emotions that are conquered.
Emotions that are conquered.
The winner of this battle...
Are those emotions that are conquered.
Emotions that are conquered.
Emotions that are conquered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deep Isolation Of The Shuttered Eye
the sea is deeply isolated:
as its overlord, landlord,
earthen constraint
stands in charge over it.,
seeking its own level,
unlike the land,
it is pushy for food
on an horizontal basis
primarily, but
with exception.
a dog is thrown into the sea;
maybe shipwrecked sailors as well,
out of element
they usually drown,
get eaten by sharks;
but what say there is
a vault of salinity
so great it solves
death in slices.
a marshy layer
the souls awake into;
demeter thrusting her crowned head
into hades
and returning unscathed;
why no so now,
if it was done then,
done well enough for homer & others to
sing it down to us
for lively discussion
because in the absence of land
we deeply isolate our imagination
in the churn of the sea.
we see the sea
as the back of our heads.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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This Momentous Mummery
Well, I don't know. Maybe it's quite all right,
And maybe it is I who am perverse,
Finding in this unedifying sight
Mere mummery, and hearing but a blight
Of words and frowsty fustian - or worse
Maybe I'm wrong; and homosapiens yet,
Among the sentient, stays wise Nature's pet.
First the exordium, restrained and grim,
Stirring emotions, spreading subtle spells;
And then the swelling voice, the waving limb,
The flashing eye, the pep, the yells, the vim
The crashing peroration - and hell's bells! ...
Old stuff, so I was once led to suppose
Archaic stuff, and yet it goes, it goes.
Once Epictetus or - well, shall we say
Marcus Aurelius stirred in me a hope,
As reason grew and error fell away,
Giants might rise to lead us in our day
Out of this darkened maze in which men grope.
But now I know the man who gets that job
Is he who can spellbind the muddied mob.
But life's a paradox - Mayhap I'm wrong
In seeking guidance from the enlightened wise
Looking for leaders in the sanely strong
To spread sweet reason 'mid the puzzled throng
A paradox all men must recognise;
And it may be our world shall yet give thanks,
And owe salvation to its mountebanks.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Evil
Evil, why have you engulfed so many hearts...evil
Evil, why have you destroyed so many minds...
Leaving room for darkness, where lost dreams can hide.
Evil, why do you infest our purest thoughts, with hatred.
Evil, why have you stolen so much love...
Leaving everyones emotions lost and wandering free.
Evil, why have you taken over gods childrens eyes...evil
Evil, before they could really grow to see,
That your way, is not the way, to make, life what it should be, yea, yea, yea
Evil, why have you destroyed, youve destroyed so much of this doggone world...evil
Evil, oh, why have you broken so many homes...
Leaving everyones emotions lost and wandering free.
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Life on Ice
A quest for emotional provender
leaves me guided by your North Star
into wilderness unmelcoming
to my hearth loving nature
Fathoming your emotions
a venture akin to ice fishing
even should we crack the surface
there may be no reward
no returning tug on frail lines
deployed into chill waters
Wisdom holds bounty abides below the surface
and by patience might fishing pay the prize
Yet what to you may spell but sport
looms for me as groundless strife
Ice extends a contentious surface
You, insulated by substantial layers
unvoiced emotions your choice swaddle
My garb, as gossamer compares
transparent, ineffectual glacial guard
You have learned to sentinel your fires
securely sheltered from any storm
While I wave candles in open air
daring breezes to breach their flare
So we hazard stranding here on ice
This arctic your favored element, severe
landscape, where resolute men prevail
Hopeful heart still bids me follow north
trusting fervid love shall never fail
Yet precarious any movement now
while there remains but one
unsteady upon ice
poem by Mary Havran
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Us
The river in you moves
Taking the least resistance
You shall be the water
That seeks your own level
In calm and still moments
Let me fish
In your moments of rage
I shall be the rock
In the moments of your dryness
I shall be the river bed nearby
We shall be always here
I shall be the bamboo grove
And you shall be the waters of the creek
Slowly passing, gently flowing by
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The river in you moves
Taking the least resistance
You shall be the water
That seeks your own level
In calm and still moments
Let me fish
In your moments of rage
I shall be the rock
In the moments of your dryness
I shall be the river bed nearby
We shall be always here
I shall be the bamboo grove
And you shall be the waters of the creek
Slowly passing, gently flowing by
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No Missing Of Escapes From Evil Dens
Once one graduates,
With an experience done...
From being in an evil den,
There is much to recognized with opened eyes.
When a survival from it has been earned and won.
The thought of being attacked,
By malicious backstabbing traps...
Ceases to produce feelings of warmth and gratitude.
One no longer is seduce by this.
Since those pinchers felt,
Snapped by crabs in a barrel...
Motivates with determination,
To climb out of this barrel and do it quick.
There is no missing of escapes from evil dens.
Nor is a broken arm received,
Falling out of a Maple Tree...
Remembered to relive the excruciating pain.
Once one graduates,
With an experience done...
From being in an evil den,
There is much to recognized with opened eyes.
When a survival from it has been earned and won.
There is no missing of escapes from evil dens.
Nor a heartbreak rejoiced,
From emotions battled to conquer over and win.
Since the showing with the exposure of them,
Would have meant a dire and detrimental existence.
The thought of being attacked,
By malicious backstabbing traps...
Ceases to produce feelings of warmth and gratitude.
Once one graduates,
With an experience done...
From being in an evil den.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hard To Forgive
Yes it is hard to forgive
As we have tendency to take more and less to give
Cause mental agony and pain than to provide relief
Very narrow thoughts for strengthening the belief
We should concentrate on what we are!
Our background, social status and shining stars
Lavish spending and movement in elegant style
Makes person to believe in arrogance for a while
It makes and strengthens to follow certain etiquette
Rest people are down trodden and stand no chance to equate
They have not only low thinking with cheap mentality
But poor living standard and inferior quality
It has given some sort of high level thinking
There is no fear that ship also can be sinking
This is one kind of intoxication and prove impediment
It may bring down person with no time for resentment
“King does no wrong” was the slogan in ancient times
So rich can do no wrong either in recent times
The greed for more is growing day by day
The lust for more hunger is likely to stay
The concept has changed slowly in recent period
The power of wealth has created vacuum and void
Yet there is an urge for reducing the gap
More attempts to bridge the gulf with than sources to tap
Rich are getting richer day by day
Poor are getting poorer and drifting away
The difference remains wide and lead to emergence of hatred
No road is seen proper to take everybody along and lead
This has remained age old rivalry
Rich and poor are fact not adversary
But certain compulsion have been seen and felt necessary
As level of standard and thoughts are likely to vary
It may not be worthwhile and prudent on our part
To do away over night with the systems and depart
Despite all the honest efforts the gulf may still remain
It will lead to differences and cause the agony with pain
Let us limit ourselves to certain degrees and do something good
Provide whatever amenities necessary along with the food
Some kind of social security can certainly perform the magic
Shelter, education and employment is the elementary basic
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Actual Moments
They are like moments which speak and also utter,
Like momentum has taken tread and moments are desires,
Not lusts or rides of blessings, of blessed men and women.
So the reasoning of fantasy is obtuse and moments speak
Shoulders to moulds of the brain and eyes, I say.
Shoulders became heads and momentary disaster,
Suddenly a godlier experience of hatred and disgust.
More than this I have nothing to give but be forgiven.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Hang On To Your Emotions
When your imagination has too much to say
When the chill of the night meets the sweat of the day
And you have trouble understanding what other people have to say
Youd better
Hang on to your emotions, hang on to your emotions
When a demagogue inside your head has taken charge
And by default what you say or do is criticized
And this litany of failures is recited a thousand times
Youd better
Hang on to your emotions, hang on to your emotions
Could it be youve never felt like that
That your minds a cage - inside the cage a cat
That spits and scratches all it can get at
And thats you, and your emotions
Could it be youve never felt like that
Your minds a cage - inside the cage a rat
Rabidly trying to get it, you
And your emotions, you and your emotions
When your imagination has too much to say
When that facile voice inside your head says give your life away
You might think to ask - how it got that way
What books it has read - that make it that way
And where it got the right - to speak to anyone that way
Youd better
Hold on to your emotions, hold on to your emotions
When a night citys breeze blows across the room
And a 5 am moon and sun start their swoon
You hear your lovers breath
And not a moment too soon
You get to
Release all your emotions, you get to
Let go of your emotions, and now
Release all your emotions, youd better
Let go of your emotions
Release, I wanna let go
I wanna release, now
song performed by by Lou Reed
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The Amateur Photographer
Beware of those who slyly pilch
In many cunning ways;
Beware of little lyres that filch
From undisputed bays!
Beware the tumbler's beaded brim,
The ass in fiercer fur;
But most of all beware of him
Who makes my pen to stir--
THe Insecure
And Amateur
Implacable Photographer!
Beware lest, thieving for your thirst,
An earwig's in the plum!
Beware of folly, gay at first,
That later makes you glum!
Beware of pits when stars are dim,
The tooth of vagrant cur;
But most of all beware of him
That makes my pen to stir--
The masterful
Disasterful
Implacable Photographer!
Beware of angling in a stream
Whose trout are not for you;
Beware of trusting in a dream
That's gone before the dew!
Beware of truckling to a whim;
Of folks that always purr;
But most of all beware of him
That makes my pen to stir--
The premature
And Amateur
Implacable Photographer!
poem by Norman Rowland Gale
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Back to the Atomic State...
he is looking for an opening
his eyes are angry
but his words are restrained
and will not
let the mouth speak about
emotions
in his place emotions are
rebels
and the owner of everything
will not like it
there are spies and soldiers
of decent speech
and modest actions
and anyone caught shall be
shot to death
or beaten till his flesh
bleeds no more
and so he is looking for an exit
an opening
but there is only nowhere
there is only somewhere
and time seems to be like a road
without a station
and emotions seem to just a random
of planets
evading a collision
that could have made him happy
when the whole universe
bangs against
each other
and thus end everything
everything
so he could become another atom again
beginning anew
on a virginal spin
in a nucleus world
where he can be truly himself again
he is so small
he is so negligible
and let it be again
that no one notices him
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Over The Hills And Far Away
A LITTLE bird flew my window by,
'Twixt the level street and the level sky,
The level rows of houses tall,
The long low sun on the level wall;
And all that the little bird did say
Was, 'Over the hills and far away.'
A little bird sang behind my chair,
From the level line of corn-fields fair,
The smooth green hedgerow's level bound
Not a furlong off--the horizon's bound,
And the level lawn where the sun all day
Burns:--'Over the hills and far away.'
A little bird sings above my bed,
And I know if I could but lift my head
I would see the sun set, round and grand,
Upon level sea and level sand,
While beyond the misty distance gray
Is 'Over the hills and far away.'
I think that a little bird will sing
Over a grassy mound, next spring,
Where something that once was me, ye'll leave
In the level sunshine, morn and eve:
But I shall be gone, past night, past day,
Over the hills and far away.
poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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Painting dreams...
Gazing at an empty page,
Thoughts and emotions run wild.
A portrait of words come to life,
Like dreams of emotions dancing.
Images of us live on in written words,
Stirring my mind and emotions.
A world of dreams built within the mind,
Forever floating upon the emotions of fantasy...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Equipoise
My first book is the fruitful sea
the second the abiding shore.
Movement rising power
of kinetic almighty wave
against solid mass of rigid;
immobile reluctant shore.
Forces balanced in equilibrium.
Equipoise state of equality
balance of weight or force;
equilibrium; nature
counterbalances; balance
in social emotional
intellectual influence.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Ashamed
I know there's something that your dying to tell me
I hope it's not about your future without me
Make sure no-one finds out
Tell me all about it
Don't keep it to yourself
Cos I can't bear the thought
I'll never leave you quietly
I know you'll find me
It doesn't matter
Cos I need you here
I know that your ashamed
So emotional that is kills you
Don't you know that your ashamed
So emotional it kills you
There's always something that makes you guilty
There's still something that your dying to tell me
Make sure no-one finds out
Tell me all about it
Don't keep it to yourself
Cos I can't bear the thought
I'll never leave you quietly
I know you'll find me
It doesn't matter
Cos I need you here
I know that your ashamed
So emotional that is kills you
Don't you know that your ashamed
So emotional it kills you
song performed by by Muse
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We Have A Tendency To Ridicule And Attack One Another Harshly On The Deepest Levels
We have a tendency to ridicule and attack one another harshly on the deepest levels, really calumniate to destroy one other emotionally, morally, personally. This reflects the emotional ignorance, lack of understanding and emotional respect we where subjected to, often unintentionally, as children as infants, as newborns, it gets played out in all sorts of elaborate fashions but in essence it is the results of our hurt minds, emotions, feelings and soul.
How do you respond in a healing manner to others that are important to you that are marooned on such emotionally stunted levels that hold such limiting, painfully restricting views? You do not go down to their level, nor do you pretend that the gravity of their mindset is not toxic. You go on with your life, as you do you might occasionally invite them to meet you on higher grounds but do not engage in battles on lower levels. You lose your self and power that way. You gain self and strength when you have the space to engage live freely, meaningfully that only comes when you do not restrict your self to battles on lower levels. You healing these who are receptive to heal, in time others will find their own way if the choose to let go of the unfulfilling ways they are exercising on lower levels, mind sets, when such individuals stop using control for control sake. If out of stubbornness they wish to remain immature, that is their choice, you do not have to destroy your self, hurt your self in engaging with them, by connecting with them, in trying to save them if they do not want to move.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Hurt...
It caresses the very fabric of my soul,
Suspended in a mere moment yet gone forever,
Into a vast sea of empty emotions raging,
Painful memories crashing upon life's shore,
Shattering into a thousand droplets of agony,
Seeping into the very core of my existance,
Haunting a heart blackened by angry words,
In the heat of such emotion only agony has suvived,
In the name of love, how did we cause so much hurt? ...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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There were time when I was into method acting that I did have moments of residual character emotions, because the method bases your emotional responses as a character on emotional experiences from your real life.
quote by Corin Nemec
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