Moment Frozen In Eternity
Touch
fuses
painfully
with biting agony
after hand
is grafted
into imprisoning ice
breath of life
dissipates as warmth
is distilled and dispersed
leaving body
clear cast
encased
for eternity
as a specimen
displayed
in unknown isolation
memories dreams passions
knowledge language personality
beyond contemporary scientific analysis
poem by Terence George Craddock
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What shall I do with this body they gave me
What shall I do with this body they gave me,
so much my own, so intimate with me?
For being alive, for the joy of calm breath,
tell me, who should I bless?
I am the flower, and the gardener as well,
and am not solitary, in earth’s cell.
My living warmth, exhaled, you can see,
on the clear glass of eternity.
A pattern set down,
until now, unknown.
Breath evaporates without trace,
but form no one can deface.
poem by Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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Big Hand
The big hand makes all of your favorite things
Like all your dreams go small
And all your friends run away
Until your memories fall
And the words don't fit
But the way the big hand smiles
You just won't care about it
The big hand makes all of your favorite things
Like all your days run out
And your hopes disappear
And your smiles just stop
And your eyes go dead
And the shadows start to crawl
In the back of your head
But when the big hand speaks
It's like fireworks and heaven
So you listen don't think
And wish for nothing at all
And when the big hand sings
It's like fireworks and friends
Leaving alone i'm not leaving alone
I'll never leave alone again
So when the big hand holds up all of your favorite things
And with a touch like glass starts to squeeze
You don't ask "why me?"
You just slip to the floor
You just slip to your knees
But when the big hand speaks
It's like fireworks and heaven
So you listen don't think
And wish for nothing at all
And when the big hand sings
It's like fireworks and friends
Leaving alone
I'm not leaving alone
Leaving alone never leaving alone
I'll never leave alone again...
song performed by by Cure
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In A Breath
Life is only one breath after another,
We are the ones who control our breaths, not oneanother.
A breath is all it takes,
To make a breath.
In a breath you could stop,
In a breath you could drop,
In a breath anything could happen,
In a breath anything could happen.
Life is the journey down a pathway,
Of which stones are breaths that show you the way.
A path to eternity, to forever.
Where you shall stay forever and ever.
In a breath you could die,
In a breath you could fly,
In a breath anything could happen,
In a breath anything could happen.
Tomorrow is yet a turn,
A turn you may not reach, but only a breath can determine,
You don't know when your final turn comes.
You do not know what you will become.
In a breath you could win,
In a breath you could sin.
In a breath anything could happen,
anything could happen.
Life is but a breath,
Air is but a breath,
In life you will find the truth,
And find air is the proof.
In a breath you could find nothing,
In a breath you could find everything,
In a breath anything could happen,
In a breath anything could happen.
You travel down a river,
Where bubbles are breaths and you are the giver.
The giver of ripples, of currents,
Of which for endurence.
In a breath you could loose,
In a breath you could choose.
In a breath anything could happen
In a breath anything could happen.
Follow the river of dreams to the sea.
This is eternity you will see.
Breath avery breath,
As if it were your last breath.
In a breath you could sail.
In a breath you could fail.
In a breath anything could happen,
anything could happen.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Grafted Into the Army
Our Jimmy has gone for to live in a tent,
they have grafted him into the Army,
he finally puckered up courage and went,
when they grafted him into the Army.
I told them the child was too young, alas!
At the captains forequarters, they said he would pass,
they'd train him up well in the Infantry class,
so they grafted him into the Army.
Oh, Jimmy, farewell! Your brothers fell way down in Alabammy;
I though they would spare a lone widder's heir,
but they grafted him into the Army.
Dressed up in his unicorn, dear little chap,
they have grafted him into the Army;
it seems but a day since he sot in my lap,
but they grafted him into the Army.
And these are the trousies he used to wear,
them very same buttons, the patch and the tear;
but Uncle Sam gave him a bran' new pair
when they grafted him into the Army.
Now in my provisions I see him revealed,
they have grafted him into the Army;
a picket beside the contented field,
they have grafted him into the Army.
He looks kinder sickish -- begins to cry,
a big volunteer standing right in his eye!
Oh, what if the ducky should up and die,
now they've grafted him into the Army.
poem by Henry Clay Work
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Body Language
Words and music by freddie mercury
Give me body give me body body
Give me your body
Dont talk dont talk dont talk dont talk
Baby dont talk
Body language body language body language
Give me your body
Just give me yeah your body
Give me yeah your body
Dont talk
Body language huh huh
Body language body language
You got red lips snakes in your eyes
Long legs great thighs
You got the cutest ass Ive ever seen
Knock me down for a six any time
Look at me I gotta case of body language
Look at me I gotta case of body language
Look at me I gotta case of body language
Look at me I gotta case of body language
Of body language of body language
Yeah sexy body sexy sexy body
I want your body
Baby youre hot
Body language body language body language
Body language body language body language
Body language body language body language
song performed by by Queen
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I Am Tired Of The Usual Agony
tell me another story
the one which you cannot tell inside a motel
where you hold a cigarette
on one hand and a bottle of gin on the other
do not attempt on another
one that begins with
once upon a time
for sure i don't like it and i won't like you beginning
such a kind of trash
to tickle my dead senses
ooops, tell me not a story about pity
and sympathy, the one that you always tell to your
bed partner when the storms come
and in the middle of its harshness
you have nowhere to go nothing to do except
spend your time wisely in another hotel
with a partner
whose name you never bother to ask
or remember
as there is no significance
do not tell me about agonies
i had them all and will have them soon again
or sooner than soonest
they always come to a person like me
do not describe to me the agony of death
or torture or broken hearts
or crashing economies or incoming wars
between this government and the rebels
and soldiers on a coup against their
fellow soldiers at the military academy.
do not tell me that, now that we are here
inside this room where our clothes and faces
do not really matter
except our bodies emerging from a hot shower
where every moment counts
as escape from other agonies
that we have mastered
do not tell me about the agony of our times
high prices of gas and still rising
the possibilities of retrenchment
and closing of some companies
the possibility of this government getting
bankrupt
and the working people on mass strikes
toppling
of a government and the
putting up of another
by another superpower
out there
do not tell me about such kind of agonies
i want
an agony with you, the warmth of your hands
like cinders all over my body
the weight of your body over my body
the kisses of your tongues that will not
make me breath
sucking me
as though i know eternity
your legs blocking mine
like i have no way of finding an exit
from this prison
or labyrinth
this is the agony i want for the moment
give it to me
and i will give it to you
in mutuality
agony for agony
then we shall forget ourselves
our faces fade in the dark and then at least
we sleep
lost in our naked dreams
let the storm rage outside us
while we make more stories
about flesh and moaning glories inside
this motel
without us knowing
even the room number
or the color
of the curtains
or when another morning comes
slowly on the window panes
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Manifesto Of Contemporary Poetry(2012)
Contemporary poetry is a junction zone of distilled sky and earth of
(1) .psychology
(2) .philosophy
(3) .ethics
(4) .new aesthetics
(5) .contemporary socio-cultural-economic-moral-political-technolog ical issues reflecting power and knowledge
(6) .initiated knowledeg and creative wisdom of contemporaneity6.moment-to-moment decision making process
(7) .Alchemy between existing contemporary literary theory and working definitions of a practising and operational poet after modernist's literature and poetry
(8) .the end of literary genre concept
(9) .the concept of the continuum-chance, change, revisiting and reconceptualization
and
(10) .Contemplating on quotidian mental and physical experiences.
POET NYEIN WAY
1: 25 pm February 21,2012
This Girl so unique
With a heart pure as distilled water,
She doesn't mind to cook and cater
As clear as the sweet morning dew
Her thoughts each day appear new.
One day spirituality
Next day her personality
One day her religion
Then some television
She dreams this world a store of
peace. War forever no more,
Release olive branch and dove
No greed, goals or any gore
poem by Mysterious Pesudonym Nisha Jalan
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Chocolate Soul
As the day begins the dreams reveal
The night before was a unconscious feel
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving more time to heal
Tears don't necessary lend a hand
The exotic points are about to extend
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving more time to heal
Knowing that hi points touch the thighs
Leaving the feeling of passion within your eyes
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving more time to heal
Touching your skin beyond ectasy
Is Breathtaking enough to calm the seas
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving time to heal
Piercing eyes creep through the pane
Embarrassment captures your every saying
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving time to heal
Once more you catch your breath
The feeling of euphoria is beyond wealth
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving time to heal
Once more you catch your breath
Passion and Envy are tied up in self
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving time to heal
Finally the day has end
Remember to touch, feel and speak
Encounters the moments of the soul being weak
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving time to heal
Once more you catch your breath
The shivers are a response of something else
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving time to heal
The moral of the story may seem unclear
Come closer to me and never fear
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving time to heal
poem by Natasha McGee
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The touch
Touch is physical and mental.
Words can touch; deeds can too.
Touch on shoulder sooths
Touch on hand assures.
Touch on hip arouses.
Touch is a subtle language
Born before the language.
The poor only practise it
04.05.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Dawn On The Night-Journey
TILL dawn the wind drove round me. It is past
And still, and leaves the air to lisp of bird,
And to the quiet that is almost heard
Of the new-risen day, as yet bound fast
In the first warmth of sunrise. When the last
Of the sun's hours to-day shall be fulfilled,
There shall another breath of time be stilled
For me, which now is to my senses cast
As much beyond me as eternity,
Unknown, kept secret. On the newborn air
The moth quivers in silence. It is vast,
Yea, even beyond the hills upon the sea,
The day whose end shall give this hour as sheer
As chaos to the irrevocable Past.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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By God's Good Grace
Wraithlike shadows encased my thoughts
Darkness consumed my soul, in Death's net I was caught.
Running without hope
Coarse hairs round wrists and ankles, tight as rope.
Traversing the open sands
My feet grew weary, tied down by a demons' hands.
Fighting for every breath
I let ghosts creep down inside my chest.
Icy fingers of fear drew the warmth
From my very skin, surrounding me in a swarm.
Hated words from my youth come back
Taking lessons from Houdini has not helped me see the path.
So, I turn, and turn and turn
Wishing for something other than my soul to burn.
Finding no way out I turn to faith
Failed again there is no escape.
Until a hand pulls me from the pit
Only there is no body, no mouth with some ready quip.
Only that hand and a voice as whispered from around
Only a hand you need, you have strength to stand your ground.
And then I understood why I had to fight so hard
I am meant for something grander, said his sweet ballad.
Even if only to touch one life, one time
I'll give Him one last stand, slowly I rise from knees to feet and smile.
Joy Vanderhelm March 2006
poem by Joy Vanderhelm
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Eternal Love
Rest in the Lord
And know.
You will be happy again.
Free of anguish
Clear of pain.
And in your Heaven
Burning stars
Will light your heart.
And heal the scars.
Do not
Cry tears of grief.
But weep with joy for your belief.
Unknown colours
You'll explore.
Forever young
Your songs unsung.
Wait for you
At Heaven's door.
Just know
That your soul will touch
Love.
We can only ask as much.
Two hearts exchanging a smile,
Wait for sunset style.
Her kiss
Flies on a breeze.
Your flower sways and bends.
Look up
When on your knees.
And watch as love ascends.
Now,
Listen to your heartbreak mend.
So rest in the Lord.
And know
Your midnight blue awaits.
All fears left at the gates.
As loneliness dissipates.
Reach out
And take the hand
Of new tomorrows.
And understand
Promises of eternity,
Erasing sorrows.
To love so free.
poem by Kevin East
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Storm
the old man stirs the fire,
finding eternity in the ashes...
an unknown breeze ruffles the curtains,
as fire enters through the window.
love is a storm, and the aftermath.
stillness, and life in disarray.
so seldom we touch the lightning,
and seldom we kiss the thunder.
and only if we're very lucky,
can we reach and touch a falling star...
feel the intimate warmth of its passing,
knowing that nothing will ever be the same!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Memories
Memories
~
Some memories linger
Like a bad smell
Or the old proverbial penny
That keeps turning up
They become aspects of us
Part of our make up
The way we carry ourselves
Little personality traits
We act on memories
Judge the present day
Judge tomorrow and the future
And all the thereafter
In accordance with them
What was seen and known
Some memories stick
Cast in granite stone
Hard to break away from
I’m spent up on memories
Had enough for a lifetime
Still I use my own judgement
Based on those old memories
I’m not alone in doing that
Its part of so many others
Some I know, some I don’t
Living each new day
Reacting to the old
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Just 'Another' Day
Always...
There will be,
New songs with a singing sung.
And memories to remember done,
Until those who have them...
Take them away,
From this reality with their leaving.
Always...
There will be many who will never appreciate,
The dawn they have been given...
To view as just 'another' day.
Noon until Sunset,
With stars seen twinkling freely...
To cast our hopes and dreams upon,
Bring yawns to some.
Without a gazing upon the Moonlight...
As bright as it is shown to come.
Others will be amazed,
They have been blessed to witness life this way.
And yet,
There will be some amongst us left...
Who could care less how selfish they are.
And thoughtless,
To express a thankfulness.
Always...
There will be,
New songs with a singing sung.
And memories to remember done,
Until those who have them...
Take them away,
From this reality with their leaving.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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End Myself
In the night I walk a lonesome path
One that has led me beyond a mortal death
With a swift movement of my body I cast my charm
With this I can do deadly harm
I bring myself to life with a thick and rich crimson flood
Your life essence will bring warmth to my cold blood
In the hours of the sun I lay in my isolation
My heart is overflowing with desolation
Here I lay asleep, dreaming of the beauty of the day
In my crypt wishing for death, will I end myself, I just may
poem by Leah Wells
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To Know
To know is like giving birth to knowledge
Of the wise sort, and the learning will take time.
But time has riddles, and these are solvable when a horror
Commands the soul and body to act in unison.
Pain and painful memories must be memorised
To keep one’s agony at bay, to keep leaders in high spirits.
Knowledge shall reign in the life to come,
Lives matter to those who wait, and they come
For their survival.
The colleges are schools to be the Fate,
Supreme joy enters the young-at heart,
They learn fast due to milk and protein.
poem by Naveed Akram
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You Are My Dream
You are my dream!
I know dreams often
Turn into agony;
The warmth of smouldering desires
Adds colours to passions;
And thirst of pulsating moments,
Just for a few seconds
Sips dew from the rose-beds,
And fragrance surrounds the trees,
For a time being, fleetingly.
I am aware of...
Sand does not possess
Foot-prints of a traveller
For a long time,
Yet dreams are a comfort,
For a moment or two, I know it
But you are my dream.
You are my dream!
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Body Langauge
Give me, body - give me - body - body -
Give me your body
Dont talk, baby dont talk
Body language
Give me your body
Just give me your body
Give me your body
Dont talk
Body language
You got red lips
Snakes in your eyes
Long legs, great thighs
Youve got the cutest ass Ive ever seen
Knock me down for a six anytime
Look at me - I gotta case of body language
Body language - body language - yeah
Sexy body, sexy, sexy body
I want yoyr body
Baby youre hot
Body language
song performed by by Queen
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