Spotlight Interior Sea Own Minds
few venture beneath surface appearances
delve deep to uncover hidden depths
few dare spotlight interior sea own minds
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Enormity Of Accomplishment
an enormity of time accomplishment
attained may be perspective perceived
by diving depths of thoughts pursued
few venture beneath surface appearances
delve deep to uncover hidden depths
few dare spotlight interior sea own minds
accountability dares not venture out of shallows
offshore rips may drag out swimmer drown at sea
divers strap on tanks breathe new weighted depths
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Scratch The Surface
Scratch the surface serve a purpose
scratch the surface don't waste my time
Such empty life Such simple sheep night after night
herd to the creeps all hidden faults beauty is null
such shallow sight barely skin deep
What is the force that drives the superficial
tell me what keeps their minds remaining little
so afraid of what they'd see underneath the fantasy
so afraid to actually scratch the surface.
All mirrors hide Big money lies faillure inside
big lying eyes that's maybe why eyes are the soul
they take so much time big dollar signs
song performed by by Sick Of It All from Scratch The Surface
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From The Floating Stage
To the unsealed minds He does open,
The mysteries, removes fog of doubts,
And places He on the vantage landings,
Where from observe the awakening eyes,
The sights unknown to the minds carnal.
It was a dream or a vision of reality,
The wise may decide who have authority,
Sitting upon the edge of a stage,
Very small floating into the spaces,
Got I a chance to look down beneath,
Bottomless abyss was enough to break,
The brittle hearts at the very first glance;
Saw nothing else but endless depths,
Stretching down, down deep down,
The blue spaces as we do see above,
Merged into dark down beneath,
A few stars shone deep far below,
As lights do glow when fog prevails,
The horror lest should I slip down,
Brought dews on the pale forehead.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Hot Hot
Beneath that hard covered rock.
I know there's something you've got.
On the surface you are cool.
But deep within you're hot!
You keep your-mind-confined.
Like a sweet treasure hidden.
You want to offer me a bite.
And I know just how you like it!
And the birds and the bees sing and hum.
And When I sting you'll know you're stung.
Beneath that hard covered rock.
I know there's something you've got.
On the surface you are cool.
But deep within you're hot!
Hot hot!
You keep your-mind-confined,
And hot!
Like a sweet treasure hidden...
So hot!
You want to offer me a bite,
That's hot!
And I know just how you like it!
Hot hot!
And that's what I've got!
And the birds and the bees sing and hum.
And When I sting you'll know you're stung.
And when we're done no one will run!
From the morning Sun 'til the Sunset comes.
'Cause we're hot!
Like a sweet treasure hidden...
So hot!
You've kept that mind confined!
And hot!
It's so delicious we both lick it!
And the birds and the bees sing and hum.
And When I sting you'll know you're stung.
From the morning Sun 'til the Sunset comes.
Sssssyou'rehot!
And I know just how you like it!
Hot hot!
And that's what I've got!
And the birds and the bees sing and hum.
And When I sting you'll know you're stung.
Beneath that hard covered rock.
I know there's something you've got.
On the surface you are cool.
But deep within you're hot!
And the birds and the bees sing and hum.
And When I sting you'll know you're stung.
And when we're done no one will run!
From the morning Sun 'til the Sunset comes.
Hot hot!
Hot hot!
Hot hot!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Initial Attraction
What lies beneath the surface smile?
which you display to everyone?
The mask you wear to be in style.
What lies beneath is yours alone.
Does it indicate interest?
What lies beneath the surface smile?
And will I perhaps pass the test
enjoy your company for a while.
Is it a sign of practiced guile?
or simple act of self defence.
What lies beneath the surface smile?
Must I rely on my sixth sense?
My need to know grows more intense
I am prepared to wait awhile
to try and gain your confidence.
What lies beneath the surface smile?
(poeticpiers/20/07/2007)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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What Is There Written In The Depths Deep Therein?
Who has the courage
to look into the depths?
Of their own immortal soul
to read what is written there?
How often across the scores of years
the same sentiments keep reoccurring!
How often have you heard?
‘I do not want you to see the truth
To see too far into the depths of my soul’
It seems only a few dare
look into their own souls!
To see what is there written
in the depths deep therein!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Lure For The Spotlight
A lure for the spotlight
lies in everyone somewhere.
At some point in our lives,
everyone wants the centre stage
and have the spotlight on them.
Some just dream about it
to pass the time away,
other have a natural gift
and in the spotlight stay.
When the spotlight shines on you
scrutinizing everything you do,
you want it to go away.
You want your life
to go back to the way it was.
However, when the spotlight
has been on you
it will never leave you alone.
It will be with you
for the rest of your days.
15 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Travel Deep Beneath What Is Believed
You've got to give yourself a chance,
To probe your own mind.
And travel deep,
Beneath beliefs!
Before you try to comprehend,
Or take the time to probe mine.
I want to keep,
My privacy unseen.
Because I am not on the surface.
Freely skating,
Or looking for escapes...
To immulate.
Since I can be...
A lot to handle!
Because I don't travel on the surface.
I can be naive,
And free of scandle.
With a tinge of innocence...
That can be thought offensive.
Since I can be...
A lot to handle!
And travel deep,
Beneath what is believed.
You've got to give yourself a chance,
To probe your own mind.
And travel deep,
Beneath beliefs!
Before you try to comprehend,
Or take the time to probe mine.
I want to keep,
My privacy unseen.
Since I can be...
A lot to handle!
And travel deep,
Beneath what is believed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's not because things are difficult that we dare not venture. It's because we dare not venture that they are difficult.
quote by Lucius Annaeus Seneca
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Down in the deep water..
Down in the deep water
By the edge of the river
Where I ponder my life
Just how did I get to this
Down in the deep water
By the edge of the river
Where the waterfall of dreams
Sweeps away what’s left to the abyss
Down in the deep water
By the edge of the river
Where time stands still
just only forever.
Down in the deep water
By the edge of the river
Where I buried all
That was ever my childhood
Where I let it go,
Where it bends and meanders,
Twisting along as the years went past.
Seemingly calm, but screaming beneath the surface
Were its hidden whirlpools, a sweeping current
Down in the deep water,
I left the edge of the river,
As I looked down
For my soul at the bottom.
Deep in the deep water
Swept away by the river
I drowned in life,
......Sinking forever.
poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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A River Flows
Where does the river flow
if not to you?
How deep its depths
if these
are not yours?
How broad is the river bank?
Broad enough
for the tug-boats
to push my heart along.
If there are fish in the river,
they sing your name
open-mouthed,
fish-style,
making tiny bubbles float
up, up to the river surface
where they pop
spread
announcing to the Firmament
that Love lives just below
the deep river flows.
Yes, you and I
are the river;
we flow,
run deep
down to that
ocean-mix
in which
our souls
swirl.
Mix me then
in depths deep.
Mix you then
amid this ocean sweep
and all else,
for me
becomes meaningless
so great
is our Soul Mixed
Ocean Bliss.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Surface Calm
Surface calm enfolds
the hidden tiger
of repressed emotions
sleeplessly prowling
within the inner reaches
of the mind’s cave.
Surface calm here holds
attention – geiger
counting the ocean motions
of reactivity, radioactivity
tuned into the wave lengths
of the [he]art’s rave.
Surface calm explodes
upon the calm surface
of a sheet which enfolds
the hidden tiger of.....
25 May 1991 revised? 31 May 2005
poem by Jonathan Robin
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There Are So Many Ways Of Making Poetry
THERE ARE SO MANY WAYS OF MAKING POETRY
There are many ways of making Poetry
Some make poetry simply
As I do –
Others are richer by far.
Some like the surface
And others like hidden depths and mysteries.
There are many ways of making poetry
I have only one which is my own
But there are so so many others
More beautiful and deep and perhaps more everlasting.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Sonnet II
As strong, as deep, as wide as is the sea,
Though by the wind made restless as the wind,
By billows fretted and by rocks confined,
So strong, so deep, so wide my love for thee.
And as the sea; though oft huge waves arise,
So oft that calms can never quite assuage,
So huge that ocean’s whole self seems to rage;
Yet tranquil, deep, beneath the tempest lies:
So my great love for thee lies tranquil, deep,
Forever; though above it passions fierce,
Ambition, hatred, jealousy; like waves
That seem from earth’s core to the sky to leap,
But ocean’s depths can never really pierce;
Hide its great calm, while all the surface raves.
poem by Francis William Bourdillon
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If An Honesty Is Given
I am not one to hide emotions,
To have them spared.
I am a human being and I want that known,
With feelings 'here' and 'there' to be shown...
And shared with others who also care.
Those afraid to express themselves,
To keep hidden those sentiments to protect.
Do themselves much injustice,
When 'they' expect...
Others to understand what they can not confess.
What point is it to keep feelings deep,
To have others guessing...
What is below the surface kept.
While those denials one accepts...
Are secretly peeking from such inner depths.
What point is it to wish for honesty,
If one has not taken those steps to believe...
If an honesty is given,
Shouldn't that one who has given it...
Have expectations for honesty to be received?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Heart Is Like An Ocean
my heart is like an ocean
cold, dark, deep and black
with strange, dark, mysterious things
hidden in the depths
as men get lost at see
so does the rhythmic beatings of my heart
and like the waves of cold and salt wash over the sandy beaches
so of waves of sorrow and despair wash over my cold lifeless heart
my heart is like an ocean
cold, dark, deep and black
an as little creatures slowly eat away at the depths
so do my secrets, hopes and desires, eat away at he depths of my heart
poem by Zooey Lichty
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Spotlight Kid
You dont know whats happening, you want to go home
But theres nowhere to hide
You walk out on stage, your first time alone
The crowds going wild
And you feel so alive
You could stand up and take this all night
They love you but youre in love with the spotlight
Youre the spotlight kid
Jokers and women they hang round your door
Theyre all part of the scene
Just like a junkie youve got to have more
Its a pleasure machine
And you fly every night
But the dressing room mirror dont lie
They love you but youre in love with the spotlight
Youre the spotlight kid
Your audience died, faded away
Leaving you on the stage
Its been so many years since that first matinee
It seems like an age
Encore one more time
For the ghosts of the past in your mind
They love you but youre in love with the spotlight
Youre the spotlight kid
Youre living in a dream
Youre the spotlight kid
Youre in love with the spotlight
song performed by by Rainbow
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At The Surface Of These All.....
it is nice at the top
there is more fun in there
at the surface one sees
sun and landscapes of
plains and trees and houses and
trains and
roads,
at night, it is a city of
glittering diamonds
and you are on top of this
situation
it is nice swimming at the surface
seeing the rest enjoying their splash of
days
but it gets lonely
sometimes, at first, then most of the times
the nights are like clinging hands
pulling you down to
some depths of your
kept oceans
showing you the dark side
of your existence
the most silent part of it
this one
tells you the truth
and speaks straight to you
without
the flowers of
euphemistic living
you are plunged into a vast silence of the
deepest part in you
and you take all the risk
that somehow because of too much pressure
you break down into
pieces of
broken stars
porcelain, glass, cracking
and this inability to join the pieces together
makes you
incomplete again into the emptiness of your
being
what i hear is sighs in the depths like
some kind of
whales communicating that there is something greater
down there
rather than the top the surface which may offer you
a loud life laughing
but then deep inside their is this wailing and mourning
as though someone so well loved
has just passed away.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Uncover The Truth
Sometime I think life is over,
But when I look behind your eyes I can uncover the truth you hide,
The lies you told me,
The things I believed,
But you never knew I can uncover your lies you have told me,
Uncover your dirty little secret you hide,
The deaths you have upon me will never end,
The lies you have told others will never end,
Its hard to believe the one you love can lie to you and shatter your heart into million pieces,
I have uncover the truth I seek,
Uncover the hate I feel,
You lead me to believe you are the one I love,
Lead me to think I loved you,
But in the end I get my heart broken.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Comforted In Ease
Appearances have kept them locked,
Into traps.
A physical existence,
Has made sure their minds...
Stay blinded like that.
Caught up and teased,
By what 'necessitates'...
A life of luxury comforted in ease,
They kill themselves for that.
And do it literally.
Appearances have kept them locked,
Into traps.
A physical existence,
Has made sure their minds...
Stay blinded like that.
And like bats living in caves,
Darkened to provide satisfactions intact.
Nothing outside of their programmed comfort zone...
Is going to convince them,
What they have is not 'owned'. It's just on loan.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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