BP An Indictment Crude
fresh oil inks the fertile sea not
from squid octopus origin
nature raped on a split tin can
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Octopus
Tell me, O Octopus, I begs
Is those things arms, or is they legs?
I marvel at thee, Octopus;
If I were thou, I'd call me Us.
poem by Ogden Nash
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The Split Moment Between..
the split moment between, when the tide comes in, and the tide goes out... that is god! the split moment between, the tears of a child, and the body of the old man being buried, that is god! the split moment between, the firing of the big guns, and the laying down of weapons, that is god! the split moment between, the firing of the revolver, and the prison door clanging shut, that is god! the split moment between, ejaculation and childbirth, that is god! the split moment between, the rise of a civilization, and its downfall, that is god! the split moment between, remorse, repentence, responsibility, and prayer, that is god! the split moment between, falling in love, and saying goodbye, that is god! the split moment between, nakedness and truth, that is god! the split moment between, loss and giving, that is god! the split moment between, darkness and dawn.... well you know!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Fresh Blood
All the neighbours never see me
But they wonder why I walk around at night
He gets hungry - I go hunting
In the moonlit streets
For somebody that's right
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Showgirls, businessmen in suits in the midnight rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
In the paper, seems a florist
Found in Lincoln Park, died of some anemia
No one raped her, poor Doloris
Just detained her and drained her on the spot
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Old men, ladies of the night walking in the rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
No one calls and no one visits
We're like a couplet out of Desolation Row
We don't want them to want to know us
'Cause when they do, they get a little bit too close
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast is all I'm living for
And I crave it more and more
Bad girls, cops on the beat in the midnight rain
If they're out alone, are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Fresh blood (Lyrics)
All the neighbours never see me
But they wonder why I walk around at night
he gets hungry - I go hunting
In the moonlit streets
For somebody that's right
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Showgirls, businessmen in suits in the midnight rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
In the paper, seems a florist
Found in Lincoln Park, died of some anemia
No one raped her, poor Doloris,
Just detained her and drained her on the spot
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Old men, ladies of the night walking in the rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
No one calls and no one visits
We're like a couplet out of Desolation Row
We don't want them to want to know us
'Cause when they do, they get a little bit too close
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast is all I'm living for
and I crave it more and more
Bad girls, cops on the beat in the midnight rain
If they're out alone, are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
poem by Satan's Sibling
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Nature’s magic art
Inks its indelible stain for
Autumn’s saffron fire
haiku by Ken e Hall
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Nature’s magic art
Inks its indelible stain
Autumn’s saffron fire
haiku by Ken e Hall
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Bottom Of The Reef (Nonsense Poem)
Way down under, the sea
the octopus danced with the squid
to the tune the mermaids played
I wanna play house with you.
The shark and the whale danced too,
everyone was having fun
as the mermaids played at the reef dance hall.
Opposites connect in funny ways
and the party was in full swing
when old Neptune swam in.
He grabbed Mrs Crab
and danced the boogie-woogie
as the mermaids played
I wanna play house with you.
As far as I know,
the mermaids are still playing
at the bottom of the reef
to everyone feeling lonely.
26 March 2011
poem by David Harris
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Power In The Pen
Such powers in ink
that gushes out link
It inks, inks and roll
That flows on apaged floor
Pushing and pushing
Arminder of the day
Twisting ang twisting
Mr keep walking
Dribbling and dribbling
The footballer of the year
And remains the same
In memorable clothed page
poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
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If I Had the Answer Would I Still Ask the Question?
What does it mean to be raped?
Forcible entry –
Force of saying no
Force of saying yes to no
A stranger on the bus
The man you say “I love you” too
The brother, the father
The friend
What does it mean to be raped?
No charge, no tale, no proof.
No semen.
Old bruises, faded. Fading.
Rape – to scream, oh to scream.
Inside.
If it is your brother, father, friend
“Man” you love
Only inside
To say – RAPE –
I was raped
The shame – the guilt
Oh the guilt
What does it mean to be raped?
Once – twice – for a year?
The sisters…all their life.
How long?
How long can it last?
The anger, the lies.
Shame.
What does it mean to be raped?
To be fucked when you say no.
To be torn inside.
Screaming NO – HE –
Whispers I love you.
Carving Initials
Skin is crying
Tears are blood
What does it mean to be raped?
No proof – no rape?
No words for years
To say…rape.
Guilt
Anger
Violated
HATRED
What does it mean to be raped?
poem by Katy Sanders
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Bolt of Lightening
The big split,
Lifts a veil with fresh testaments.
Religious beliefs,
Are about to take a shift.
Foundations created on myths,
Begin the start of drifting apart.
And a questioning consciousness,
Breaks away from crumbling limits.
Visions seen with clear eyes,
Realize in our skies...
Other life forms are in it.
And those observant,
Are not at all...
Surprised by this!
The big split,
Lifts a veil with fresh testaments.
Dimensions unfold,
What people aren't told...
But before them behold,
Visitors...
From another place.
And...
Whether they come from our future...
It is certain that our past,
Like it was!
Speeds to an end!
Quick!
And fast,
As if a bolt of lightening flashes.
'Did you see...
WHAT.
'Is'
THAT? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Smooth....
you squirt like a squid
holy squirt, black splash
to a green sea
you squirt everything like a
filthy squid
everything to the greenish
portion of the sea
all the anemones sigh
sea corals dance
all spawns of womanhood
spread all over the
vast green
on the surface the object
of your desire is half-nude
fishing a dream
you never for once told him
about your hidden song
he is smooth, cool, able bodied
all the while wanting to catch you
and take you home
alive.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Octopus
only one person
in the whole world
the way we say
there is only one god
a moving tentacle
slap it and the soul cringes
chop it and the octopus
is not the same again
the whole world trembles
to absorb loss of every soul
the way the octopus swirls
to its new state with a lost limb
the way everybody is to the whole
the one person, one god
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Man & The Beast
I have never read in any news paper
I have never viewed in any TV Channel
a female beast has been raped
or the female beast is dead
due to being raped
How much conscious they are?
I have heard
a female beast is not disturbed
by any one during her pregnancy
But Human being?
made so many rules and laws
but at least one incidence
must be occurring throughout the day
when a female is raped
Sometimes even
a baby female is raped
what butcher is that fellow
hankering after wealth
anxious for a better tomorrow
kills the present of life
Sex is made for love
not for rape
Sex is the creation of life
not for destruction
The world shall be enlightened
when there will be no rape.
poem by Ramesh Rai
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Rape Of The Poor
working 32 hours a week,
minimum wage, no benefits...
to buy third world clothes
from minimum wage Walmart cashiers,
made by Asian children
in sweat shop conditions...
spend the change on
war raped, terror raped,
bomb raped, third world oil...
3.69 a gallon gasoline.
crinkled dollar bills...
'In God We Trust'!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sandrine Sonnet Cycle - I Came, I Saw, She Conquered
She sudden danced into my sight,
An incarnation of delight,
No critic could continue to
Deny her beauty, spirit true.
Rose blushed, then paled, the ruby too, -
It seemed as if forever night
No longer Earth would know, and through
Eternity her echo bright
Should stimulate, intrigue, incite
All aspects of our planet blue, -
Nature true to Nature. Who
DRreams may rainbow overwrite
IN wavelength inks whose splendours span
Expanse before unknown to man...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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An Ode to Paul
A soothe- saying invertebrate
Takes the world stage by storm
By accurately predicting winners
And by deduction the losers too
The ecstatic winners are thrilled
To offer him goodies and publish
Eulogies about his stunning feat
In accurately predicting their wins
The losers of course have their guns
Trained on the poor psychic octopus
Some onlookers observe the scene
With a quiet sense of amusement
As the creature hogs the headlines
“Preserve him, give him 24/7 security”
Shout the soccer tournament winners
“Get your pans ready for fried octopus
Hopefully Paul will make a tasty dish”
Shout the more distraught losers
The muse in me, sits back and wonders
“What is the world coming to - if our
Future lies in the tentacles of an octopus! ! ”
poem by Sandra Martyres
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Swing High, Sweet Child.
When you awake,
Do you smell the fresh air?
When you arise,
Do you rejoice your sacred life?
Nature's tree,
Standing tall, looking in a fixed stare,
Nature's wind,
Cutting away, sharp as an blood stained knife,
Swing high sweet child,
The Earth is here forever,
Swing low little darling,
Watch as the branchs sway,
Nature's sea,
Will seize to be drained,
Nature's Rock,
Rejoices in a sweet symphonic praise
When you die,
Will you miss the fresh air?
When you fall,
Will you forget the true beauty of life?
Nature's tree,
Will continue to stand and stare,
Nature's wind,
Will continue cutting, this time a clean knife.
poem by Nate Orvis
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When I split an infinitive, God damn it, I split it so it will stay split.
quote by Raymond Chandler
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Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 36
Even after falling into mud a jewel retains its costliness, and dust, although it may rise into the sky, is as contemptible as before. Capacity without education is deplorable and education without capacity is thrown away. Ashes are of high origin because the nature of fire is superior, but as they have no value of their own, they are similar to earth and the price of sugar arises not from. the cane but from its own quality.
The land of Canaan having no natural excellence,
The birth of a prophet therein could not enhance its worth.
Display thy virtue if thou hast any, not thy origin.
The rose is the offspring of thorns and Abraham of Azer.
Cool Breeze
Cool breeze and fresh air,
Give comfort and raise hair,
Body relaxed and sound sleep,
Novel ideas and insight to peep,
What a gift from nature,
Fresh impetus with ideas to nurture,
Leaving behind past and think of future,
Fresh page of life with beautiful signature,
Never to loose heart or courage,
It is nature’s gift or message,
New avenues and new passage,
Bad memories but feelings assuage,
World doesn’t end with end of day,
Spring almost there in month of May,
Never close door for future say,
Who knows ship may come at bay,
After all future is bunch of hopes,
Great heights with steep slopes,
Even walking on tight ropes,
Nature is key to secret codes,
Learn to live with eyes around,
New things always nearly found,
Fresh wind raises beautiful sound,
Fragrance sweet from parallel ground
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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