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Time Ebbs Liquid

watch rain fall
time ebbs liquid
liquid sunshine

kisses blesses
earth embraced
whispers new growth

green liquid waves
roll across landscapes
sprout vibrant fresh

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Liquid Sky

I aint no romeo. Im just the man for you.
Holding out as secrets travel, they kind of get to you.
Everybody says that it couldve been something.
Never was a smart kid, never knew a good thing.
Always hearing voices swim ... in your liquid sky.
Liquid sky ... always hearing voices, like no more choices in disguise.
I aint no sacred idol or a saint pretending.
Ill build you up. Ill tear you down. turn you wrong side in.
What am I afraid of? everyones listening.
Standing on my soapbox, lost the beginning.
Always hearing voices ... swim ... in your liquid sky.
Liquid sky ... Im always hearing voices, like no more choices, like a lie.
Its just, its just liquid sky.
Im always hearing voices like electric shock waves in disguise.
I dont know what this means. Ill leave it for your interpretation. its just me at the edge ...
Everybody says that it could have been something.
Never was a smart kid, never knew a good thing.
Always hearing voices ... swim in your liquid sky.
Liquid sky ... Im always hearing voices, like no more choices, like a lie.
Its just, its just liquid sky. Im always hearing voices like electric shock waves in disguise.
Always hearing voices swim ...

song performed by by Queensryche
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Liquid Sunlight

fire shines through my liquid sunlight
thoughts of those I love hurt my head
and with another gulp I'll wash them
down to stop them spinning me around
I smell the scent of your bitterness so sweet
caress your body, caressing my need
the colours of gold that you show me
bleed into seas I never see when you leave me in
liquid sunlight...
timeless I walk on a tight rope
timeless I'd fall timeless I hope
senseless my wonders and liquid is my dope
but sense is no wonder so sunlights my hope
so shine on with me you crazy diamond
you cover what's real cause you are my friend
we'll stagger outside, are we on a, are we on a flight?
my liquid sunlight shining inside
liquid sunlight...
don't ask me why I'm flying so high man
don't ask me why I'm living a lie
ask me where and why am I laying
under the sun as the night is aside
liquid sunlight

song performed by by H-BlockX
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Liquid Depression (2)

Liquid Depression
A state of agitated depression
Now facing the liquid depression
Like a closed session
Needing medical attention
Making my agitated confession
Liquid depression my obsession
Liquid depression my only material possession
Years of oppression before the recession
See the expression of my depression
Liquid depression leaving a facial impression
At it's own discretion
Like a rapper at a rap session
And a singer in a jam session
Or a poet at the blog talk radio session
You can't forget the internal impression
The repossession of my liquid depression
It's a new life I'm now facing without question

poem by Frankie Stamey
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Liquid more pure

Liquid more pure
than that flowing on earth
and from the wells in the ground,
from tankards in white clouds
drifting on the blue sky
fall sparkling like jewels
through the air.

The smell of rain
rise from the ground
and the earth is fresh and new
while drops shower it
and a secret ingredient called nitrogen
brings life and gives growth
to grass, flowers, plants and trees.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Liquid Sunshine And Powdered Rain

When we go on holiday
we like to see a bright sun above,
but there are occasions when
we are treated to liquid sunshine and powdered rain.

Sometimes the seasons get mixed up
and summer comes late
and other times winter calls
in the middle of the year.

There are even times when
each season will visit us each day.
However when you are on holiday
you enjoy it without a care.

Early in the morning you get powdered rain
and by mid morning the liquid sunshine calls.
Before the evening falls
you feel the warm rays of the sun.

No one can predict the weather,
we have to take it as it comes.
When you go on holiday
just go out and have some fun.

17 September 2010

poem by David Harris
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Liquid Depression (3)

I'm no exception
I'm owned by the liquid depression
Most people don't know

When I played my part
I couldn't depart
Broken hearted

That's when I started
Down the wrong path
I headed and never dreaded

The liquid depression
That kept me sane in this game
I would drink Jack until

I couldn't remember my name
I know it may drive me insane
Before I'm through playing this game

The liquid depression is like a thirst quencher for my soul
You know the memories I have to control
Liquid depression is my only hope for peace within

I can't control the thirst in my soul or the sin
I know it's a game I just can't win
Remembering liquid depression while

Writing prose poems in free verse
Now give me a few minutes to rehearse
Before I come up with another verse

poem by Frankie Stamey
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Montecristo

Hello my lover in Montecristo,
Your blue eyes have woken me up from my sleep;
And like liquid to liquid!
But do not delay because the sky is now very dark.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Big Storm, The Rain Falls

The rain falls like leaves and snow.
It stutters and mutters
And bounces and flows.

The rain falls like a big black crow,
Flapping and cawing
And thrashing and crashing.

The rain falls like spades of earth
Tossed on the grave of summer mirth.
The rain falls like a magic spell:
Billions of droplets singing their songs.

The rain falls like a lover's kisses,
Wet on the flesh of the trembling earth.
The rain falls like a forest of time,
Shimmering seconds, liquid and cold.

The rain falls like an ancient story,
Trickling on roots, twisted and old.

poem by Norm Milstein
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A Tumult of Water

Water seeks a simple path, thoughtless
lines in the softer ground, a rushing

tumult of water and stones breaking
downwards and creating the face

of the drowning man, someone like this,
a to-be-ended, a lost, a water smacker

liquid runner, a dancer failing to bend
his feet to the moving ground, an unholy wetness

a face forced into a liquid laugh, no answer,
the shock of an obscene ballet

failing to contradict the rain and the salt
and the waves stopless and stopless.

poem by Leslie Philibert
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Liquid Depression (4)

Liquid depression how shall I compare thee
With the demons deep within my soul
You are not the only demon there,
I've many more, that you could not know

Though you share the same body and soul
It is my mind that you alone control
Liquid depression is only a materialistic possession
Other demons exist in the darkness

I have lost all control and I dare not to entertain
Obssessions with my soul, lost or not
I must keep them in the dark
Not force them to be seen

I am not all I appear to be
Sinner I was born, sinner I'll be
Demons keep me afraid
Can't you see, liquid depression

Keeps me free from the demons within,
That you cannot see and I cannot make flee

poem by Frankie Stamey
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1979

I bleed liquid gold and slur speech in a cryptic code
my feet slipping on this twisted road
only the mystic knows the lone figure in the distance
no bigger than the sum of his enscriptions
or the extent of his conviction
I'll sip vitamin enriched liquid diction
and digest fiction for culture

song performed by by Jehst from High Plains Drifter EP
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Truancy

Attendance,
Substitute,
Truancy;
Roses for the soldiers!
And in the milky way with your muse,
But the blues of your sweet love is noted by all.
Liquid to liquid and water to water,
Blood to blood and dream to dream,
Paint the sky with love and paint the earth with care;
But the human race should be painted with the muse of unity.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Our Last Dance

(Dedicated to Thorsten)

I see you crying,
Looking through your transparent face mask
And reconceptualizing your mimicry as a spatial captation.

The red liquid still trickles down,
The solid foam packing our feelings.
The cup spills out the wine
Into a heart shape.

I want to turn back the time
And go back again.
We need our infinite,
And want, once again, to dissolve in it.

Around, at the other tables,
People are just seemingly not thinking
As they are reflected in the broken mirrors,
On the walls.
They appear increasingly complacent...

I bring the cup up to my lips and I inhale
The wine, which is very cool.
This liquid seems to make the cup to be hot.
I continue inhaling until
All of the liquid in the cup is emptied.
I feel the yellowish liquid
Like it scrapes my esophagus.

I drink from the empty cup
The visible truth,
Our still untold truth.

I want to lift the spirit
And dance
Our last dance
In the chaotic rhythm of the last seconds.
Yes, I want you to hug me..

But the bar is full of hot human mouths,
When the windows steam up,
And anarchic noises
Freeze instantly my wish...
Steamed water is dripping down your mask.
Yes, I know, they are not tears...

We stand up straight for once
And go.
We break the output
Definitively and
Speechless..

...Words like
Could not be spoken
Or would not get them utter
Or would be exhausted....

I was heading in an opposite direction
To my side of life.
I do not look back.
I do not wonder if you watch me go.
I just know that I will love you
All the rest of my life,
When life no longer makes sense...

poem by Marieta Maglas
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In the chain of being

Me and you
Breathing
In the chain of being

Being recharged under the rainbow
Burying its blue
In the blue liquid of the sea

Which is in fact a big mirror
Reflecting our images backwards
Left to right
(They never reverse left and right)

When our thoughts nervously break down
(They are still alive)
Especially when they become so blue
In the salty liquid of tears
They slowly start to become blue-green algae
In the salty liquid of sea

Our feelings
Are scissored by words
Until they become evidences

And our dreams
Are shackled by old chains
Of the same hate

Our wounds still bleed
In the shell of soul

You choose an angle of light
Created by the moon
To slowly step
From past to present
And back again.

I see your blue uncertainties

We drink water
From the melted ice
Of the moon

I still want to do
Something incredible
That can make me happy.
However,
I don't know any longer
What exactly I want to do
Anyway,
There's already nothing we can do
Anymore

Baby,
It's really nothing
We can do

But we can try
To understand
Who we really are

You and me
Chained in the same being
Near the blue of the rainbow

Waiting
The last sandcastle to
Irreversibly
Collapse

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poem by Marieta Maglas
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How to breathe diamonds

A breath of diamonds

First take a small diamond
Then proceed to heat it until
It becomes extremely hot

Then carefully pour a bit of
Liquid oxygen within
A liquid oxygen proof pot

Then stir rather brisk, with
A long handled whisk… as a burn
With Lox you would not want to risk

Stir the diamond within
Watch as it dances
and revolves

Til’ the precious Ingredient
begins to soften…to melt
then dissolve

Into aromatic vapors
of carbon dioxide
So white and so pure

Then… inhale the finished dish
As deeply as you wish
And “viola! ”

You inhale diamonds
That are diamonds…
No more

poem by David Whalen
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A Cup of Coffee

I start my day with coffee as my friend
The beans so fresh, as it blends
Giving out an aroma, that wakes me up
I stumble to the kitchen and look for the cup
I pour some black liquid and sip right away
I just want coffee, to start my day
Then on the road I'm on my way
Coffee is my friend to make my day
Stuck in traffic, I loose my mind
I then sip my coffee and just rewind
I get to work with a cup in hand
Juggling with papers I can't withstand
The coffee at work tastes bitter and cheap
But it's better than getting caught counting sheep
All day long, I make pot after pot
Of black steaming mugs of liquid gut-rot
Tanked up on coffee, I face the day
Taking anything that comes my way.

poem by Meena Mustafa
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To a Raindrop

You tiny
Shining drop
Of late afternoon
Rain
Liquid pearl
Kissing the green
Chlorophyll
Of May
So innocent-looking
Now answer me
Are you indeed
Harmless
Or rather acid
And radioactive

poem by Paul Hartal
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Listen to the Rain

Listen to the rain as it occurs to our eyes,
My sight had no question to ask
As to why the spitting lasted too long
And turned into showers so delightful.

How do we dangle our legs over a muddy bridge
When rainy days do disallow such practices?
How on Earth can you dissolve the acid into rain
When rain is a minor miracle, a liquid for pleasure?

poem by Naveed Akram
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Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

quote by Langston Hughes
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I write these lines upon a sheet of paper

I write these lines upon a sheet of paper
That someone made from what was once a forest
Without much thought (as I suspect) for nature:
Does this not fill my heart with guilty sorrow?
Or is its lifeblood more akin to water
That runs in rivers under cloud and sunshine?

Why am I so affected by the sunshine?
All that I do - whether I read the paper,
Or, being thirsty, drink a glass of water,
Or walk amid the tall trees of the forest,
If there's no sun, my mind is fill'd with sorrow,
And if it shines, gladness is in my nature.

But gladness is not always in the nature
Of all terrestrial things, whether the sunshine
Dispels from my own mind some part of sorrow
For many men and creatures, as the paper
I read informs me, live within a forest
Of woe, and some have not a dropp of water.

One dropp of that mysterious liquid, water,
Would save a living animal, by nature,
Whether it dwelt in pasture or in forest,
However little it received of sunshine,
It cannot be exprest by lines on paper
How marv'llously that liquid quenches sorrow.

How much may we, the lucky living, sorrow,
For those who have been drown'd by cruel water,
The greater part of whom are not on paper
Recorded: but the cruelty of Nature
Alone knows. May their souls in heavenly sunshine
Be rested, and walk peaceful through that forest.

I think that life itself is like the forest,
A dark one, where one knows not whether sorrow
Will come, or else a glade o'erspread by sunshine,
That suddenly becomes a fall of water
That patters down in raindrops, in its nature.
Will those trees bloom or turn to crumpled paper?

I'll use no further paper from the forest:
My nature does not wish for you to sorrow,
But sit by flowing water in the sunshine.

poem by David Mitchell
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