2ND Hand...
Combing through the mess you left behind...
I dig for remanants of attitude...
For aspects,
Hidden...
In loose socks and
Wadded-up efforts
Of penned prose
To me...
Of empty wrappers,
The labels of your taste...
The essence of you...
Surrounding and within your
Pile
Of left over
Dreams...
Your throw ways-
Of meaninglessness...
That still haunt me
In the corners of
My mind
2nd hand treasures, once
Worthless now...
As the fading day
Dies slowly in the west...
Realization that there
Is nothing worthwhile left-
Of what once was
Our cozy love nest...!
poem by Theodora Onken
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Left Hand
It was typical of you
To give it to me plain
The sign on your door
Said make your mind up or go away
It was difficult for me
To figure you out
Left hand
Always wants to know what the right is doing
Tell the way we miss out on something
We're free
But there is nothing when I present
It was typical of you
To feather your nest
Try to explain
Me and my big mouth were laid to rest
There's nowhere to go
But I'm not hanging around
Left hand
Pick me up and then you put me down
Left hand
Always wants to know what the right is doing
Tell the way we miss out on something
We're free
But there is one thing when I present
Left hand
Left hand
Left hand
Always wants to know what the right is doing
song performed by by Crowded House
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Of Lost Joy...And Fading Memories
I have suddenly realized I have lost it.
I have lost the joy that was in my life.
When did that happen?
I don't know the exact day...however
as near as I can figure out, it happened
slowly. Ever so slowly...almost unperceptively.
Of course the joy in ones life manifests itself
through that in life that one loves. And so...
mine...my joy, slowly left...as those I love were
no longer in my life. Some of it left, when I
moved...and left behind the drooping willows that
fronted the house I no longer have. The house
where so many beautiful memories were born.
Lots of it left...when the friends of a lifetime
were house in places I no longer went to. It left when
I stopped the ritual of fine dining in places where I
was known by name. It left with scores of doormen,
and servers that I had grow found of.
Most of it...most of my joy, left with family...when came
the day when holidays and other celebrations no longer
was a part of my life.
I miss the joy in my life. I miss all the loved ones
that I shall never see again. Some dead...some
scattered like leaves in the wind, to the far
corners of the earth.
As I grow older, faded memories of joy become less
vivid. Until...a day like today...when something
..or someone reminds me...
Of Lost Joy...And Fading Memories.
Somewhere...Somehow...I Lost It
I have suddenly realized I have lost it.
I have lost the joy that was in my life.
When did that happen?
I don't know the exact day...however
as near as I can figure out, it happened
slowly. Ever so slowly...almost unperceptively.
Of course the joy in ones life manifests itself
through that in life that one loves. And so...
mine...my joy, slowly left...as those I love were
no longer in my life. Some of it left, when I
moved...and left behind the drooping willows that
fronted the house I no longer have. The house
where so many beautiful memories were born.
Lots of it left...when the friends of a lifetime
were house in places I no longer went to. It left when
I stopped the ritual of fine dining in places where I
was known by name. It left with scores of doormen,
and servers that I had grow found of.
Most of it...most of my joy, left with family...when came
the day when holidays and other celebrations no longer
was a part of my life.
I miss the joy in my life. I miss all the loved ones
that I shall never see again. Some dead...some
scattered like leaves in the wind, to the far
corners of the earth.
As I grow older, faded memories of joy become less
vivid. Until...a day like today...when something
..or someone reminds me...
Of Lost Joy...And Fading Memories.
Of Lost Joy...And Fading Memories.
I have suddenly realized I have lost it.
I have lost the joy that was in my life.
When did that happen?
I don't know the exact day...however
as near as I can figure out, it happened
slowly. Ever so slowly...almost unperceptively.
Of course the joy in ones life manifests itself
through that in life that one loves. And so...
mine...my joy, slowly left...as those I love were
no longer in my life. Some of it left, when I
moved...and left behind the drooping willows that
fronted the house I no longer have. The house
where so many beautiful memories were born.
Lots of it left...when the friends of a lifetime
were house in places I no longer went to. It left when
I stopped the ritual of fine dining in places where I
was known by name. It left with scores of doormen,
and servers that I had grow found of.
Most of it...most of my joy, left with family...when came
the day when holidays and other celebrations no longer
was a part of my life.
I miss the joy in my life. I miss all the loved ones
that I shall never see again. Some dead...some
scattered like leaves in the wind, to the far
corners of the earth.
As I grow older, faded memories of joy become less
vivid. Until...a day like today...when something
.or someone reminds me...
Of Lost Joy...And Fading Memories.
Of Lost Joy and Faded Memories...
I have suddenly realized I have lost it.
I have lost the joy that was in my life.
When did that happen?
I don't know the exact day...however
as near as I can figure out, it happened
slowly. Ever so slowly...almost unperceptively.
Of course the joy in ones life manifests itself
through that in life that one loves. And so...
mine...my joy, slowly left...as those I love were
no longer in my life. Some of it left, when I
moved...and left behind the drooping willows that
fronted the house I no longer have. The house
where so many beautiful memories were born.
Lots of it left...when the friends of a lifetime
were house in places I no longer went to. It left when
I stopped the ritual of fine dining in places where I
was known by name. It left with scores of doormen,
and servers that I had grow found of.
Most of it...most of my joy, left with family...when came
the day when holidays and other celebrations no longer
was a part of my life.
I miss the joy in my life. I miss all the loved ones
that I shall never see again. Some dead...some
scattered like leaves in the wind, to the far
corners of the earth.
As I grow older, faded memories of joy become less
vivid. Until...a day like today...when something
.or someone reminds me...
Of Lost Joy...And Fading Memories.
Lost It...I Don't Know When Or
I have suddenly realized I have lost it.
I have lost the joy that was in my life.
When did that happen?
I don't know the exact day...however
as near as I can figure out, it happened
slowly. Ever so slowly...almost unperceptivly.
Of course the joy in ones life manifests itself
through that in life that one loves. And so...
mine...my joy, slowly left...as those I love were
no longer in my life. Some of it left, when I
moved...and left behind the drooping willows that
fronted the house I no longer have. The house
where so many beautiful memories were born.
Lots of it left...when the friends of a lifetime
were house in places I no longer went to. It left when
I stopped the ritual of fine dining in places where I
was known by name. It left with scores of doormen,
and servers that I had grow found of.
Most of it...most of my joy, left with family...when came
the day when holidays and other celebrations no longer
was a part of my life.
I miss the joy in my life. I miss all the loved ones
that I shall never see again. Some dead...some
scattered like leaves in the wind, to the far
corners of the earth.
As I grow older, faded memories of joy become less
vivid. Until...a day like today...when something
.or someone reminds me...
Of Lost Joy...And Fading Memories.
Fading Memories
I have suddenly realized I have lost it.
I have lost the joy that was in my life.
When did that happen?
I don't know the exact day...however
as near as I can figure out, it happened
slowly. Ever so slowly...almost unperceptively.
Of course the joy in ones life manifests itself
through that in life that one loves. And so...
mine...my joy, slowly left...as those I love were
no longer in my life. Some of it left, when I
moved...and left behind the drooping willows that
fronted the house I no longer have. The house
where so many beautiful memories were born.
Lots of it left...when the friends of a lifetime
were house in places I no longer went to. It left when
I stopped the ritual of fine dining in places where I
was known by name. It left with scores of doormen,
and servers that I had grow found of.
Most of it...most of my joy, left with family...when came
the day when holidays and other celebrations no longer
was a part of my life.
I miss the joy in my life. I miss all the loved ones
that I shall never see again. Some dead...some
scattered like leaves in the wind, to the far
corners of the earth.
As I grow older, faded memories of joy become less
vivid. Until...a day like today...when something
.or someone reminds me...
Of Lost Joy...And Fading Memories.
Of Lost Joy...And Fading Memories
I have suddenly realized I have lost it.
I have lost the joy that was in my life.
When did that happen?
I don't know the exact day...however
as near as I can figure out, it happened
slowly. Ever so slowly...almost imperceptibly
Of course the joy in ones life manifests itself
through that in life that one loves. And so...
mine...my joy, slowly left...as those I love were
no longer in my life. Some of it left, when I
moved...and left behind the drooping willows that
fronted the house I no longer have. The house
where so many beautiful memories were born.
Lots of it left...when the friends of a lifetime
were house in places I no longer went to. It left when
I stopped the ritual of fine dining in places where I
was known by name. It left with scores of doormen,
and servers that I had grow found of.
Most of it...most of my joy, left with family...when came
the day when holidays and other celebrations no longer
was a part of my life.
I miss the joy in my life. I miss all the loved ones
that I shall never see again. Some dead...some
scattered like leaves in the wind, to the far
corners of the earth.
As I grow older, faded memories of joy become less
vivid. Until...a day like today...when something
.or someone reminds me...
Of Lost Joy...And Fading Memories
.
Precious Moments
Looking across the timeless ebbies
that stretches as far as our lives have travelled
searching for precious moments
that were left behind
and now lie hidden in our memories.
Those times when life propelled itself
in spurts of our endeavours,
but always left some precious moments
behind out of our lives.
Like Icarus, we flew too high
for our own self-importance
leaving behind a yearning
for something we had,
but foolishly left so far behind.
Now to relive them
we search the four corners
and hidden crevices of our memory
where broken loves fell.
We want again to dream
of those days of our splendour
and our mistakes in love
that has left a forever yearning
for the things we will never have.
The precious moments that lay scattered
somewhere in the hidden corners
of our distant memories
near the seas of tranquillity.
20 September 2011
poem by David Harris
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Slither
Slither.
If you're a fellow sufferer,
you'll know exactly what I mean.
Is it worse for those who live by the word,
or those who hope to avoid it?
It's that pile of papers, CDs, books, leaflets,
sitting beside the PC, vital at the time
when time was of the essence;
soon covered like a game of impatient patience
with another vital document...
file everything after use? Who's that anal?
It's that pile of mail on the kitchen table
with a touch of marmalade between some items, that
you opened during many breakfasts (it's a cereal story, this)
and hope will answer itself.
Above all, it's the pile of mail-order catalogues
that come in cellophane wrappers
which you haven't taken off of course,
knowing that you will, one day, be grateful
(as so you thought about the previous editions of same,
further down the pile...)
And the pile of folders, which obey that law of nature -
that spines of folders are thicker than
the other edge - they're the first to
slither. And you should know by now -
there are demons in them thar piles:
if there's a page or two
which you need right now as you fly out the door: abracadabra! -
five minutes ago when your right hand and eye put it right there
(who's taken it, c'mon, quick...?)
in two seconds flat, your left hand and eye
slipped something else on top of it..
left brain, right brain co-ordination? ha!
RH reason put it there; LH emotion said, hate work, hide it....
and then, one day -
slither! And
you hate yourself, look around for someone else to blame,
blood-pressure goes up - again -
your day's ruined and it's still breakfast time...
Slither. Moses didn't have that problem.
It's yet another giant step
sideways - damn - in the evolution of the human mind.
Maybe marmalade is the answer, after all.
You've suffered, too?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Separate Ways
(words & music by west - mainegra)
I see a change is coming to our lives
Its not the same as it used to be
And its not too late to realise our mistake
Were just not right for each other
Love has slipped away left us only friends
We almost seem like strangers
All thats left between us are the memories we shared
Of times we thought we cared for each other
Theres nothing left to do but go our separate ways
And pick up all the pieces left behind us
And maybe someday, somewhere along the way
Another love will find us
Some day when shes older, maybe she will understand
Why her mom and dad are not together
The tears that she will cry when I have to say goodbye
Will tear at my heart forever
Theres nothing left to do but go our separate ways
And pick up all the pieces left behind us
And maybe someday, somewhere along the way
Another love will find us
song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Worthless Treasures
When shallow people do not grow,
They leave behind no legacy.
An empty hole widens in their ancestry.
And an influence of attachment is lost!
Gains made to sustain them...
Has been tossed aside.
And a pride and dignity has paid that cost.
They've been trick with trinkets,
Of no lasting value.
Worthless treasures...
Had been the measure of their strides.
Jealousies between them stale and dies.
And they are left without connection.
Great achievements of a heritage...
They have helped deface!
And this is their disgrace observed.
Leaving any remnants of this cascading...
To be mocked.
Until the last of it parades to fade!
To quickly be buried and forgotten,
By those left inflicting their demise!
Those watching from windows inside...
And hurling disrespect to themselves.
Do not comprehend with acknowledgement,
The window from which they viewed their passing...
Slowly upon them closes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Lost My Crown
The day I lost my mind
Was the day you left for good
All the love that was left behind
Wouldn’t bring you back if it could
I lost my reign
I lost my crown
All I have left is a kingdom of pain
Where I lost more than I found
I can’t seem to understand
Why you loved me less
It wasn’t part of the plan
To make my heart a royal mess
I lost my reign
I lost my crown
All my dreams are shattered
All my treasures don’t shine anymore
I can’t believe I never mattered
All I can hear is the slamming of the door
I lost my reign
I lost my crown
Don’t need any riches where I’m bound
Tears will fill my throne till I drown
poem by Alfred Ramos
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But you have left me …..
We have went our separate ways
But you have left me with some good memories
We are no longer together
But you have left me with unforgettable moments
We have went our separate way
But you have left me with little tears to cry
We are no longer together
But you have left me with no questions as to why
We have went our separate ways
But you have left me with so much to live for
We are no longer together
But you have left me with peace inside my heart
We have went our separate ways
But you have left me with out a partner
We are no longer together
But you have left me with an extra friend
poem by Stephanie Mcgrath
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Broken Dreams
I don’t see a long road ahead of me
And my coffee cup, instead of been half full
It’s always half empty
I got no home
I’m on the streets
An in the cold lonely morning
I’m awaken by somebodys cries an screams
All I’ve got left is my broken dreams
My past's erased from my memory
Anyone I knew before
Never cared enough to contact me
I’ve lost my friends
I’ve lost my family
My life’s falling apart
It’s coming loose at the seems
All I’ve got left is my broken dreams
The dreams I used to dream
When I was a kid
Never left my heart
But I never did them, I never lived
So now I cry into my glass
To try an make it full
I’m crying lost rivers an lost streams
All I’ve got left is my broken dreams
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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Then You Left Me
I never ask for any time from you baby.
I never ask for any lies.
You only hurt the one you love the most baby.
You only had to make me cry.
'Cause you left me (you left me) all alone (you left me)
You left me(you left me) to stand alone.
And ev'ry night I sit beside my bed baby.
And I keep thinking of your love.
The things we dreamed about.
How much I love you baby.
We had the world and the stars above.
But then you left me (you left me) all alone.(you left me)
You left me . You left me (you left me) to stand alone.
You left me to stand alone.
You left me to stand alone.
You left me. You left me. You left me. You left me.
song performed by by Bee Gees from Cucumber Castle
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Antarctica
All I have
Is strictly forbidden
and all I have
is strictly insane
We know what we want
but that's not always good for us
Insanity
is not always dispair
All I have means nothing to me
And all I give, is so much more
When nothing is left
There's nothing to loose
When there's nothing to loose, there is peace of the mind.
We all fall into oblivion
And history slowly fades
what's done doesn't matter
What matter's not done
All we have
Belongs to no one
All I have means nothing to me
And all I give, is so much more
When nothing is left
There's nothing to loose
When there's nothing to loose, there is peace of the mind
song performed by by Hooverphonic
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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What's Wrong?
Love has left me but I must go on.
I rise. I wash and take my time.
I eat without tasting and drink without thirst
And finally find clothes into which I climb.
Don't look in the mirror. Don't want to see.
Don't look at the clock to see the hour.
My interests have waned and slowly died,
Nothing to digest, nothing to devour.
Love has left me and what can I do?
I search for answers. Where can they be?
They must be hidden in this mind of mine.
Better they stay there, best not to see.
For life goes on and I hear it happening.
The morn becomes night and I'm wide-awake.
I wish for the hours to move like seconds.
But they move slowly, too long they take.
Love has left me and nothing's the same.
Life all around me cannot be aware.
It's too busy just doing its thing
and I'm sure if it could it would declare
"What's wrong? "
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Vultures Who Dress to Impress
Who or what else is next for you to address,
To again blame for a mess.
Deep rooted in unadmitted insecurities.
Finger pointing and mouth pouting done.
'Yourself' the main one...
Dismissed from failures created.
Enemies easy to once select and pick,
Aren't so abundant or quick to solicit.
Those 'Peter and the Wolf' days fade.
A reliance on government officials...
Abound with the surrounding of internal corruption.
And distorting images cleansed by deceit!
Sweet cheese teasing to bait weak mice on Wall Street...
Has been eaten by the rats.
And they...
By those fat cats purring and wanting more.
Take a deep breath!
Those of you who viewed yourselves,
Next in line to dine as royalty.
With your assets protected!
Those trusted to enhance the feeding of your greed,
Have found exits with few left.
Leaving a patheticness to bleed.
And how can those historically disrespected,
Be connected or suspected?
When all of them had been fed like pigeons.
And not the Swans you wished to reflect.
It seems those you hand selected to protect your nest...
Have picked over the best and ran.
Did you think loyalty associates itself with gluttony?
Or crumbs from a feasting would be left on your plate?
Why would you ever believe,
Vultures who dress to impress...
Would have manners?
Or that cannibals when feeding,
Have concerns of etiquette.
While eating each others' flesh?
That is why your nest has been left in a mess!
And all of your eggs are gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Right & Left
Some days you are the right hand, I the left
You hold me in your palm in times of need
By giving love and gentle nudge ‘til I succeed
On other days the reverse is true
I am the right hand and I hold you
I lift you up, with a tender word or smile
Making the see-saw of this crazy life worthwhile
Right hand or left we don a perfect fitting glove
To help keep us in balance and sustain our love
By CLF
poem by Ray Lucero
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