Nuts Never
Halved by the shade, grey is the color which i carry - Grown in my tomb, my stone will be buried - Rock will fill what is left of my dust - Cursed to harm, the more in good, without Love, i am, misunderstood - The chasm to charm, creates my fate - My death by the rose, spooned too soon - I will miss dawn, i hope she will be late - Under the cover of the moon, stars will space a sparkle - By breaking my sanctuary to be roomed - Decay Will Be Displayed, Never crack the nut, with a open shell.
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Leave It Open
With my ego in my gut,
My babbling mouth would wash it up.
(but now Ive started learning how,)
I keep it shut.
My door was never locked,
Until one day a trigger come cocking.
(but now Ive started learning how,)
I keep it shut.
Wide eyes would clean and dust
Things that decay, things that rust.
(but now Ive started learning how,)
I keep em shut.
I keep em shut.
Harm is in us.
Harm is in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
Harm in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
(leave it open!)
Harm is in us, but power to arm.
Narrow mind would persecute it,
Die a little to get to it.
(but now Ive started learning how.)
I leave it open.
I kept it in a cage,
Watched it weeping, but I made it stay.
(but now Ive started learning how.)
I leave it open.
I leave it open.
Harm is in us.
Harm in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
Harm in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
(leave it open!)
Harm in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
Harm in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
(leave it open!)
Harm in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
Harm in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
Har in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us!
Harm is in us!
Harm is in us!
Harm is in us!
Harm is in us!
Harm is in us--
Harm in you and in me!
What you letting in?
Tell me what youre letting in.
Say what were gonna let in!
We let the weirdness in.
We let the weirdness in.
We let the weirdness in.
We let the weirdness in.
We let the weirdness in.
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Tender Buttons [a Box]
A BOX.
A large box is handily made of what is necessary to replace any substance. Suppose an example is necessary, the plainer it is made the more reason there is for some outward recognition that there is a result.
A box is made sometimes and them to see to see to it neatly and to have the holes stopped up makes it necessary to use paper.
A custom which is necessary when a box is used and taken is that a large part of the time there are three which have different connections. The one is on the table. The two are on the table. The three are on the table. The one, one is the same length as is shown by the cover being longer. The other is different there is more cover that shows it. The other is different and that makes the corners have the same shade the eight are in singular arrangement to make four necessary.
Lax, to have corners, to be lighter than some weight, to indicate a wedding journey, to last brown and not curious, to be wealthy, cigarettes are established by length and by doubling.
Left open, to be left pounded, to be left closed, to be circulating in summer and winter, and sick color that is grey that is not dusty and red shows, to be sure cigarettes do measure an empty length sooner than a choice in color.
Winged, to be winged means that white is yellow and pieces pieces that are brown are dust color if dust is washed off, then it is choice that is to say it is fitting cigarettes sooner than paper.
An increase why is an increase idle, why is silver cloister, why is the spark brighter, if it is brighter is there any result, hardly more than ever.
poem by Gertrude Stein
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Clear
It rained stars last night
Over a black umbrella
They rolled across darkness
Scatter like silver marbles
Bumping quietly against the blue moon
Mysterious coinciding their downward travel
In random circles
Solitary and circumstantial fervor
Touching my horizon
Then breaking apart.
With pittance of a mixture
Pixy dust and diamond sparkle
The lapse of consciousness creates a fugitive
Escaping the compunction of life....
poem by Howard Johnson
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The Rose Of Battle
ROSE of all Roses, Rose of all the World!
The tall thought-woven sails, that flap unfurled
Above the tide of hours, trouble the air,
And God's bell buoyed to be the water's care;
While hushed from fear, or loud with hope, a band
With blown, spray-dabbled hair gather at hand,
Turn if you may from battles never done,
I call, as they go by me one by one,
Danger no refuge holds, and war no peace,
For him who hears love sing and never cease,
Beside her clean-swept hearth, her quiet shade:
But gather all for whom no love hath made
A woven silence, or but came to cast
A song into the air, and singing passed
To smile on the pale dawn; and gather you
Who have sougft more than is in rain or dew,
Or in the sun and moon, or on the earth,
Or sighs amid the wandering, starry mirth,
Or comes in laughter from the sea's sad lips,
And wage God's battles in the long grey ships.
The sad, the lonely, the insatiable,
To these Old Night shall all her mystery tell;
God's bell has claimed them by the little cry
Of their sad hearts, that may not live nor die.
Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World!
You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled
Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring
The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
Beauty grown sad with its eternity
Made you of us, and of the dim grey sea.
Our long ships loose thought-woven sails and wait,
For God has bid them share an equal fate;
And when at last, defeated in His wars,
They have gone down under the same white stars,
We shall no longer hear the little cry
Of our sad hearts, that may not live nor die.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Break this Heart
break this heart of rock and stone
make it a heart of love alone
free this heart full of pain
and let only joy remain
Paint my heart with colors of gladness
cover and remove the painting of sadness
whenever my heart will sing a song
please happily sing with it along
guard my heart from every harm
shield it with your spells and charm
strip off the sorrows, pains and hurt
dress it elegantly with a new and loving heart
break this heart of rock and stone
make it a heart full of love alone
poem by Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
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Gunnar's Howe Above The House At Lithend
Ye who have come o’er the sea
to behold this grey minster of lands,
Whose floor is the tomb of time past,
and whose walls by the toil of dead hands
Show pictures amidst of the ruin
of deeds that have overpast death,
Stay by this tomb in a tomb
to ask of who lieth beneath.
Ah! the world changeth too soon,
that ye stand there with unbated breath,
As I name him that Gunnar of old,
who erst in the haymaking tide
Felt all the land fragrant and fresh,
as amidst of the edges he died.
Too swiftly fame fadeth away,
if ye tremble not lest once again
The grey mound should open and show him
glad-eyed without grudging or pain.
Little labour methinks to behold him
but the tale-teller laboured in vain.
Little labour for ears that may hearken
to hear his death-conquering song,
Till the heart swells to think of the gladness
undying that overcame wrong.
O young is the world yet meseemeth
and the hope of it flourishing green,
When the words of a man unremembered
so bridge all the days that have been,
As we look round about on the land
that these nine hundred years he hath seen.
Dusk is abroad on the grass
of this valley amidst of the hill:
Dusk that shall never be dark
till the dawn hard on midnight shall fill
The trench under Eyiafell’s snow,
and the grey plain the sea meeteth grey.
White, high aloft hangs the moon
that no dark night shall brighten ere day,
For here day and night toileth the summer
lest deedless his time pass away.
poem by William Morris
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What Color? (Hope)
what color
was the dust
from which the stars
were made?
what color is the hunger
written on the child's face?
what color is justice,
forgiveness, desire, truth?
what color is the wind....
the rain, gravity,
and knowledge?
what color is equality?
what color is freedom?
what color is eternity?
what color is redemption?
what color is God?
what color were the nails
that hung Jesus on the cross?
what color was enlightenment
falling on the Buddha as he sat
'neath that tree?
what color is prejudice, hatred,
fear, greed, apathy.....
what color your skin?
nay, what color is your blood?
and what color are the eyes
of humanity staring through the darkness?
and what color is hope?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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In any age
In any age, cart load you can carry
If heart is strong enough to remain merry
There is no string attached with condition
It needs no power too for ignition
Lots of old people carry on with smile
Their life is still full of vigor and style
No one can say that charm is over
Couple walks hands in hand with full cover
Sun may be moving fast to set
Yet life is not all that about to be late
It may take its due course to act
But life is certainly a reality and fact
Blow on and move with all your strength
It can be made beautiful with good wave length
It is lovely to hear nature's call in morning
With mild sun rays shine in the late evening
Sea has all power but remains calm
Raises alarm with waves but cause no harm!
What is with us to loose in turn?
It is only happiness to retain in return
There is no more physical death when you feel young
Everybody dies here and remains unsung
Yet things can be felt better in last days
As new and novel method has found its way
Why any illness must come and take over?
When heart is at its full boom with cover?
Happy to feel at one end and make others same as well
Life has all its glory to feel and tell
you may have it all with strong mind
Worries are not taken care of and left behind
We are human being and can not remain complacent or blind
Life is to be lived full length with its own kind
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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If God Does Not Exist (A Riff)
If there be no God
Then man is scum,
Fungus on a rock
Floating in the drift of space,
A cold then sizzling spot;
The turmoil of the universe,
Its gas explosions far,
The birth and death of light that's cursed,
The entropy of stars;
Then love is all we really have
In the barrenness of space
It functions as a soothing salve
And smoothes a watchful face
poem by David McLansky
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I Carry Your Heart with Me
I carry your heart with me
the way rose petals hold up
its beauty, a brimful of tender
care as it implores the world -
touch me, embrace me
i carry your heart with me
the way rose petals postulate love -
a crown of charm and affection
as they give in to each other to
spread around the message of love
I carry your heart with me
night and day, day and night
and savour every of your breaths
and ideals, the way the breeze raises
a rose in its gentle dance
of approval and acceptance
I carry your heart with me
the way the roses act out love
open and fold their shapely
contours and matching textures
into an irresistible allure
I carry your heart with me,
a carte blanche to my dreams
a rose to celebrate all my joys and
a repository to dissolve all my tribulations
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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To The Rose Upon The Rood Of Time
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!
Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:
Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide;
The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet-eyed,
Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold;
And thine own sadness, where of stars, grown old
In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,
Sing in their high and lonely melody.
Come near, that no more blinded hy man's fate,
I find under the boughs of love and hate,
In all poor foolish things that live a day,
Eternal beauty wandering on her way.
Come near, come near, come near -- Ah, leave me still
A little space for the rose-breath to fill!
Lest I no more bear common things that crave;
The weak worm hiding down in its small cave,
The field-mouse running by me in the grass,
And heavy mortal hopes that toil and pass;
But seek alone to hear the strange things said
By God to the bright hearts of those long dead,
And learn to chaunt a tongue men do not know.
Come near; I would, before my time to go,
Sing of old Eire and the ancient ways:
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Lord I Hope This Day Is Good
(dave hanner)
Lord, I hope this day is good
Im feelin empty and misunderstood
I should be thankful, lord, I know I should
But lord I hope this day is good
Lord, have you forgotten me?
I been prayin to you faithfully
I should be thankful lord you know I am
But lord I hope you understand
I dont need fortune and I dont need fame
Send down the thunder, lord, send down the rain
But when youre plannin just how it will be
Plan a good day for me
Lord, I hope this day is good
Im feelin empty and misunderstood
I should be thankful, lord, I know I should
But lord I hope this day is good
Youve been the king since the dawn of time
All that Im askin is a little less crime
It might be hard for the devil to do
But it would be easy for you
Lord, I hope this day is good
Im feelin empty and misunderstood
I should be thankful, lord, I know I should
But lord I hope this day is good
song performed by by Lee Ann Womack
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One World (Not Three)
Everyone I know is lonely
And God is so far away,
And my heart belongs to no one,
So now sometimes I pray
Please take the space between us
And fill it up some way.
Take the space between us
And fill it up some way.
Oh my God you take the biscuit
Treating me this way
Expecting me to treat you well
No matter what you say.
How can I turn the other cheek
It's black and bruised and torn
I've been waiting
Since the day that I was born.
Take the space between us
And fill it up some way.
Take the space between us
And fill it up some way.
The fat man in his garden
The thin man at his gate
My God you must be sleeping
Wake up, it's much too late.
Take the space between us
And fill it up some way.
Take the space between us
And fill it up some way.
Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days?
Since we first met,
It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet.
song performed by by Police
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Morning
DAWN in the east, and chill dew falling--
Tears of the new-born day;
Dew on the lawn, and blackbirds calling,
Music and mild mid-May.
The lilac, see, wins back the colour
Lost on the field of Night
See, the spent stars grow dimmer, duller!
Look forth, my life's delight!
Open your window, lean above me,
Rose, my white rose, my song!
Leave your white nest, love, if you love me--
Night is so lonely-long.
Day is our own, and day's a-breaking;
Sweet sleepy eyes of grey,
You shall not chide an early waking
When Night grows kind as Day!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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O My God
Everyone I know is lonely
And gods so far away
And my heart belongs to no one
So now sometimes I pray
Please take this space between us
And fill it up some way
Take this space between us
And fill it up some way
O my God you take the biscuit
Treating me this way
Expecting me to treat you well
No matter what they say
How can I turn the other cheek
Its black and bruised and torn
Ive been waiting
Since the day that I was born
Take this space between us
And fill it up some way
Take this space between us
And fill it up some way
The fat man in his garden
The thin man at his gate
My God you must be sleeping
Wake up, its much too late
Take this space between us
And fill it up some way
Take this space between us
And fill it up some way
Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days
Since we first met
Its a big enough umbrella
But its always me that ends up getting wet
song performed by by Police
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I carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
poem by E.E. Cummings
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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The top of the hill and the bottom of the ocean
The top of the hill in our heart
The bottom of the ocean in our mind
Refuses to give in to the acceptance of
Self immolation and give up emulation.
It is for this we get the responsibility
To spread the books of morality of the supreme
Through out the world among the whole communities
While others expressed their handicapped inability
Including the sun, the moon and the expanding stars
It is the top of the hill and the bottom of the ocean
Makes and creates chasm which is one another's problem
Some times even creates a block to accept the supreme
It is the round off the things, the top negates the hill
And the bottom refuges to carry the ocean.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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My Rose...
gift you a rose, ,
gift you my rose....
but my rose to you, is not like any rose in this world...
a rose drunk from my tears...
a rose that i take care about it by my soul...
a rose gave it a water by my blood...
and perfumed it by my love....
my rose to you, is not like an roses...
its color not like any colors...
its not a red...
and its not a white...
even not a yellow...
its color pick up from the suns` yellow color..
and mix from the seas` blue color...
and from my bloods` drops..
and from my tears...
so.. its color was mixed with my sadness and my love...
my rose to you, is not like any roses...
its perfume is not like any perfume..
its a mix between a loves` nectar...
and many of kindness, and honesty love...
my rose to you, is not like any roses...
raised inside my heart...
and takes a warm light, from my eyes` light...
and its food, from the hope, that we always wish...
and from our future, which will gather us to each others one day...
so please accept and take my rose...
poem by Hazem Al Jaber
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Squandering With Much Time
The sunset breeze that I felt was barbed;
Impaling to the unkind memories of late;
All the beauty in winding stars withered in grey;
When love, as I was told, was overrun by fate
We were indeed beautiful and majestic;
waltzing through idealistic infatuation that burns,
Immersed with love and soaked with hope,
Dancing against fate and all of its ignorance
I have always considered without prejudice;
That fate is no match against love and its glory,
But you opened my eyes to a point of disbelief;
When you said fate is love lost against reality
There I was, squandering with much time;
Reminiscing our defeated love over fate;
While sitting and staring at the broken sun;
With a cup of coffee and a plate full of hate
poem by R. Ariffin
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If You Only Know I Can Also Make A Love Poem For You
you need not open your door
i know someone lives there
and there is no seat for me
but you may open your window
for tonight i can be the moon
and if he sees me and closes the
window i may look for a crack
a little crack made by this termite
and i can be a hush of the wind
getting in trying to touch your skin
if he seals the crack i may be
part of the rain and i may enter
on some slits of your roof
and still drip on your lock of hair
for with you my love even if
there is no possibility
that i can be with you yet this love
though late can still last a lifetime
finding the ways till it finds you
finally loving and kissing me
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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