The Tale Of Heroes
He who has seen no fangs,
has seen no python.
He who has sailed no storms,
has harbored on no ocean
He who has swallowed no dust,
has bore no great fall
He who has felt no sharp claws,
has never met a lion.
He who has not seen darkness,
has not battled temptation.
He who has not been naked
has not felt the sting of cold
The world has more than fate,
the horror of our dreams.
Life is more than pain,
the tears that tear our hopes
Sorrow has more than mourning,
despair in a nutshell.
poem by Timothy muggaga
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Santa’s Claws?
What's that in my Santa hat
With sharp fangs 'n claws
Oh, it’s just our zany cat
Mimicking Santa Claus
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Dark Man
I was in deep, profound sleep,
Suddenly, I heard a quick knock.
I got up and rubbed my eyes.
And oh! it was a great shock!
In thin darkness, I saw a horse-rider,
stood near my semi-dark door.
Who are you and whom do you come for?
'I came crossing the ocean's shore,
to take you there, to king's court.'
The thunderbolt voice replied, then.
Out of sheer fear, I reclined to go.
'I'm at my days end, nothing to gain-'
Told I but, no reply from his end came.
He turned back, and signaled to follow.
Mesmerized I leaving everything
rode on the horse, and bore the wallop.
How long the horse galloped,
I could not tell you all...
The night fell to days lap,
and at last the waning moon did fall.
I heard the sound of ocean's tide,
stopped the horse on its coast!
We, got down from the horse's back-
I saw his mouth's part most.
He was death, and none else,
the dark man took my hand...
A boat came, sailed us away from
the shore lagging behind dust and sand
poem by Nilakshi Das
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An ocean of Love
Have you ever sailed on vast ocean,
With no island to see, and things are out of reach?
With dreams and mysteries filled this ocean,
And a never ending faith that someone would teach?
Have you ever felt that feeling,
Of a deep calmness within you that's hard to fight?
And no one could help you believing,
That you're striving for the right?
Did you ever sailed on an ocean,
That further placed upon your heart?
For deeply below this ocean,
Lies a silent whisper, where love starts.
An ocean of Love, the ocean of dreams
Where you can find solace and exceptional truth
Though pain resides even if you don't dream
As the existence of love bears its fruit.
The fruit of harmony, bliss, and wonder
Without the seed that's buried down below
Like a pearl that lies down under
The ocean of love they call, starts hello.
Upon this vast ocean, two souls were me and you
Over the waves and across the surface
I have found a love so true
The ocean of love was then the wondrous place.
poem by Lovelyn Layon
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Silver Wolf
The moon shone down
On an unsuspecting forest
Filled with chatters and squeaks
There was noise all around
Nobody sensed what was to come
Then there came an hour
When through the forest
Stalked the Silver Wolf
Product of a diseased imagination
Dangerously, silently
Scythe like claws bit the ground
Gleaming fangs hung dangerously
From a curled and sneering jaw
With great silver strides
The wolf covered ground
While all creatures around
Fell still
Sending a silent prayer
To those who would fall to the jaws
The claws
Of the giant Silver Wolf
poem by Sophie Khanoum
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Swallowed
Warm sun feed me up
i'm leery loaded up
loathing for a change
and i slip some
boil away
swallowed followed
heavy about everything
but my love
swallowed sorrowed
i'm with everyone and yet not
i'm with everyone and yet not
i'm with everyone and yet not
just wanna be myself
hey you said that you would love to try
some
hey you said that you would love to die
some
in the middle of a world on a fishhook
you're the wave
you're the wave
you're the wave
swallowed borrowed
heavy about everything
but my love
swallowed hollowed
sharp about everyone
but yourself
swallowed oh no
i'm with everyone and yet not
i'm with everyone and you're not
i'm with everyone and yet not
piss on self-esteem
forward busted knee
sick head
blackened lungs
and i'm a simple selfish son
swallowed followed
oh no i'm with everyone and yet not
got to get away from here
got to get away from here
i miss the one that i love a lot
i miss the one that i love a lot
song performed by by Bush from Razorblade Suitcase
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Silver Anniversary
There beyond the shrub
the sun medallions on the grass
around a python and boar,
the python winding.
Through binoculars I see
the python work so slow.
The boar now knows
what I learned long ago.
To go this way
takes years.
poem by Donal Mahoney
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Children Of Dust
white man make
heap big smoke
but little light
no ancestral fire
white man steal
sacred thunder
make heap big
greed storms
blowing up sacred
swallowed world
white man
eats up earth
while dust
eats everything
choke dust
cover ground
blanket
white man
in earthen
burial cloth
so grass
may grow again
so river
may run again
so fish
may swim again
so buffalo
may swarm again
so great spirit
may seed renew life again
so earth mother
may bear in womb again
so red man
may worship creator again
worship great spirit
creator of heaven and earth
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Many businessmen fail to understand Python principles--the ultimate absurdity was an offer from America to buy the 'format' of the Python shows, that is, Monty Python without the Pythons--corporate methods do not have the conceptual framework to deal with an anarchist collective, run by intelligent and arrogant comedians who have proved that their method works.
quote by Robert Hewison
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Defamatory
what you said
was too defamatory
you paid him money
to tell a lie
and he got the money
and told the lie
the lie becomes a snake
with sharp fangs
the fangs contained the venom
and now
it spits back at you
you may not be dead
but i know that you are numb
for more lies
you too has become the snake
that spits the venom
that has grown fangs
now so immune
you manufacture all the lies
in that snake pit
of yours
how can the gods explain
such existence as you?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fall Out
Fall out.
Fall in.
Fall out.
Fall in.
Fall out.
Fall in.
Goodnight, my love.
Goodbye, the feeling of leading you into my life.
I ran with the wind in my face, I was proud.
I flew with my father when I was allowed.
I felt like a hero when I was with you.
Those days I felt God,
They were far, they were few,
They were mine.
Goodnight, my babies.
Goodbye the memories of showing you, my pride and my joy.
You are the angels
a world spinning, full.
You are the reason I'll never need more.
I felt like a great man when I was with you.
Those days I felt, daughter,
They were far, they were few,
They were mine.
Fall out.
Fall in.
Fall out.
Fall in.
Goodnight, my friends.
Goodbye, the dreams that all danced their way into my life.
The horse of forever
We rode in our youth
We walked into heaven through hell in these boots
I feel a great love while I'm here in your arms.
You were all brothers
And fathers and sons,
You were mine.
Now I can finally see the light.
I can finally see you in the night.
Fall in.
Fall out.
Fall in.
Fall in.
I can finally see the light.
I can finally see you in the night.
I can finally see.
And I can finally see the light.
I can finally see you in this night.
Fall out.
song performed by by Train
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Some Of The Doctors Who Only Go For The Money...
someday i will write a story about some doctors
swallowed by the big mouth of their love for money
and when they are finally swallowed digested by the fangs of their greed,
i will invent those long winding intestines
with lots of hydrochloric acid
so that all of them shall become nothing
but fluids
discharged smoothly in my
anus
as i feel that pleasure of excreting those
that consumed my
budget reserved for other
works of charity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Familiars
In the darkness
They send chills down my spine
The bare descending moon
Has burst into life
Hunting and suffering with prisoned eyes
Familiars play in moonlit skies
Beautiful Wings the servants possess
With claws so sharp they can only be from the depths
Beautiful Wings the servants possess
With claws so sharp they can only be from the
This ordinary world ain't set in stone as I thought It'd be
Just like haunted prey
Familiars are hunting me
Familiars
The nerves from the creatures
That you receive
Black magic is here
Bow down to it's knees
No emotion, Familiars can grasp
The adrenaline rush takes over so fast
Beautiful Wings the servants possess
With claws so sharp they can only be from the depths
Beautiful Wings the servants possess
With claws so sharp they can only be from the
This ordinary world ain't set in stone as I thought It'd be
Just like haunted prey
Familiars are hunting me
Familiars
These blue hearts
They will scream
They will scream
You feel them screaming, mourning in the shadows
They will scream...
* This is a song I wrote in my band, the structure and repetition would make more sense if i sung it to you but I'm quite proud of this one =)
poem by Charlotte Riley
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Thirty Years of Marriage Compressed into 13 Lines
We were steadfast at this railing years ago.
A hurricane was hurling mist-capped waves
Against the wall below, but we'd been lovers
Just a week and harbored storms of equal
Strength within us, so we held our ground
And pressed our salty lips together like
A couple painted on the cover of a trashy
Book. Now, there's calm without, within.
She stares a moment at the ocean, puts
Her hand upon my shoulder, turns, and
Sighs through dry and wrinkled lips,
"This place seems so depressing. Why'd
We come here? May we go? "
poem by Lawrence Beck
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The Mistic Ocean
It's a beautiful the mistic ocean.
I‘m intoxicating because a unknown mystery.
The Ocean feel as my inside world and
the surf break as drops of water.
The soul was very lonely so came to see a the Ocean's kept a dreamed and
It wanted to be similiar to the Ocean.
The wide the Ocean is the native place of everything life very long time ago.
At the Ocean my mind is easy fall in love if exist person that well suit to me.
I felt the cold weather of life so I came to the Ocean.
Here I seek for that The dream of my soul.
Sometimes the Ocean was melancholy and furious.
It shows to we irdirectly that the various foms of the life
I want eagerly that
always as friend I'll do with Ocean and
permenently I'll live to keep the dream of Ocean.
Bloody Cape
In waves the ships have all sailed to the sea
Well do you wanna wait or leave with me tonight
Cross your heart and pray the ocean will take us all the way in...
First we are, ever to fall off of the earth...
We must be the first ones in the world to fall of the earth
We could be... soon as our needs are fed
You'll give in to me and the whole heartache
Makes me feel alive/same typical offering/
And you always knew we make it all the way in...
First we are, ever to fall off of the earth...
We must be the first ones in the world to fall of the earth
It could be soon...as...
The carnival's empty I need you to take me home...
god help, god help ...
song performed by by Deftones
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Some Sailed West
some sailed west and never returned
and for years
we who are left here
arrived at the belief that they must have
been dead
swallowed by this big gray whale
but some believed that they have
turned into petals
after a harsh winter when the
most beautiful spring later came
and they they spoke about
petals that turned into shells
that fell into the bottom of the
atlantic ocean and since then
we never heard of them again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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She Sang A Mariners Song
Out to sea an ocean lay
Beyond the fall of all the stars
I saw a world asleep on the horizon
And while the waves rolled in
I heard a voice rising up
A girl sang as if to soothe the world
Each note a rise and fall
To match the sea in perfect symmetry
The words she sang sailed
Into the soul a beautiful dream
She sang a mariners song
To inspire the heart to write
An ode to the sea and her song
The rise and fall of a timeless grace
As beautiful, as perfect
As any sunrise or sunset
Out to sea an ocean lay
poem by Matthew Holloway
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To Reach a Far Off Shore
I sailed upon the sea of life
In the year Nineteen Hundred and Thirty Four
Bound for places far from home,
And steered a course yet unknown
To reach a far off shore.
My ship was cast on the sea of life
To seek the dreams that all look for.
I sailed a sea of rocking waves and crushing tides,
A sea of calm so vast and wide
To reach that far off shore.
The sea of life has brought me joy,
And sorrows have I felt with pain
Sailed in shadows of the sky,
And the sea of life and I
Have weathered wind and rain.
With crimson skies to the west
I feel the the spray and ocean spill
Guilded by the evening star
Toward a place where all dreams are,
It leads me on my journey still.
By
Richard Netherland Cook
poem by Richard Netherland Cook
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The Real Enemy...
it is not late
the wind finally knows its enemy
it was not the tree that it uprooted in one of its storms
not the clouds that it had blown with rage
not the sea whose waves it tumbled in a tsunami
not even the boats it sank
not pitying the passengers and crew who were swallowed
its whirlpools have been wrong
upon itself it must know
its winds its own storms
its enemies all
at the
end.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Weapons never Rule the World
the world started
out with a war
each mind fashioned
his kinds to dominate
all set out for artillery -
the fangs, claws, poisons
wings that could fly
a thousand miles
legs that could run like a jet
eyes that could see ten score miles
weapons, weapons, weapons,
until the almighty fashioned his
proud kind to show their mistakes
plain men with two hands, legs
and a conscience.
all these weapon owners
that kill themselves to extinction
men - god's proof to his rivalries
the winners of the real world
are those with conscience, love
that mere weapon owners
are loosers fit only
for the pots and pans
the almighty always guiding
never allowing his men
to lose sight
that weapons never rule the world
owners of fangs, claws, mighty wings
that all end up in the pots and pans
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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