When the Heart Is Dead
When the heart is dead
The poet should be as well
If he allows verse
To wiggle out of
Bony intellectual crevices
Of the skull
Instead of dripping
From his veins
Like passionate blood
From deeply cut
Emotional wounds
Leaving psychic scars
Surviving for eternity
In the disconsolate universe.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Wiggle Wiggle
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a gypsy queen,
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle all dressed in green,
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle til the moon is blue,
Wiggle til the moon sees you.
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle in your boots and shoes,
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, you got nothing to lose,
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, like a swarm of bees,
Wiggle on your hands and knees.
Bridge #1:
Wiggle to the front, wiggle to the rear,
Wiggle til you wiggle right out of here,
Wiggle til it opens, wiggle til it shuts,
Wiggle til it bites, wiggle til it cuts.
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup,
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a rolling hoop,
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a ton of lead,
Wiggle - you can raise the dead.
Bridge #2:
Wiggle til youre high, wiggle til youre higher,
Wiggle til you vomit fire,
Wiggle til it whispers, wiggle til it hums,
Wiggle til it answers, wiggle til it comes.
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like satin and silk,
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like pail of milk,
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, rattle and shake,
Wiggle like a big fat snake.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Surviving
Look at us here today
Lots of talking with nothing to say
And if I seem somewhat afraid
Im surviving, thats all I am
Im surviving to be a better man
Im surviving, thats my plan
Just surviving
Yesterday, I was sure
But today I dont know anymore
Thought I was brave till I saw
My frightened reflection in a dark corridor
Now Im surviving to be a better man
Im surviving with an emotional plan
Im surviving, so please understand
Im surviving, surviving
There are millions of people out there
Trying to get by in a world that dont care
People smiling through clouds of despair
Protecting the wounds until they repair
Theyre surviving the best way they can
They are surviving every woman and man
Just surviving with an emotion plan
So keep surviving
Maybe its my shattered pride
Thats why I get scared of emotional ties
Dont let them in, otherwise
Youll smile like a fool
But youll be hurting inside
So Im surviving through the insecurity
I am surviving, I got hope inside of me
So Im smiling through all the insanity
Im surviving, surviving
I was moved by the way that you said
Dont be afraid, I wont leave you for dead
You took my soul and mixed up my head
You left me alive
You should have killed me instead
Now Im surviving, thats all I am
Im surviving to be a better man
Im surviving, thats my plan
Im surviving, surviving
Surviving
song performed by by Kinks
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On Purpose
I see the blood dripping down my arm.
Red liquid in a running line
I smell the blood dripping down my arm.
Irony and salty
I hear the blood dripping down my arm.
Making splashes as drops hit the floor
I taste the blood dripping down my arm.
Mineraly and smooth
I feel the blood dripping down my arm.
A tickle covering immense pain
Because I cut myself
On purpose
poem by Kylee Bartz
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The sharing of joy, whether physical, emotional, psychic, or intellectual, forms a bridge between the sharers which can be the basis for understanding much of what is not shared between them, and lessens the threat of their difference.
quote by Adure Lord
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Wiggle That Wotsit
(clarke / sylvester / hicks)
Wiggle
Wiggle that
Wiggle that wot
Wiggle that wotsit
Wiggle that wotsit
Shakin that shimmy
Bring it up to me
Ring a ding a ling me
Turn me on
Wiggle that wotsit
Shake it up shake it down
Serve me up another round
Rub a dub hug me
Turn me on
Lord you know how crazy it makes me
You turn my insides out
The pleasure in the pain is so excruciating
It makes me wanna shout
Give me a hard time
Chorus
Verse 1
Verse 1
Chorus
You gonna blow my dynamo
My wheels aint gonna touch the ground
Heaven knows how Im gonna cope with the situation
It makes me wanna shout
Give me a hard time
Chorus x2
song performed by by Hollies
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Scars
(ian hunter/darrell bath/honest john plain)
Well I still got your blood running through my veins
I still got your blood running through my veins
And even though the circumstances change
I know we never got along - the pieces would not fit
And I still got the scars to show for it
Staring through the window at the rain
Is it me or have all the colours changed?
I was sick with jealousy
I know why you had to split
And you still got the scars to prove it.
I cant see them, but I can feel them
Theyre tearing me up inside
I feel them kicking - I feel them sticking
Like something in me died
And its all right - I wish you the very best
I just had to get it/this off my chest
People tell me on the street that you dont give a
I took that kind of hard
Its just another kind of scar I got to show for it
Its just another scar I got to show for it
I still got your blood running through my vein
But I still got your blood running through my vein
I still got your blood running through my vein
I say I still got your blood running through my vein
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Wiggly World
They say the fittest shall survive
Yet the unfit may live
Let em wear gaudy colors
Or avoid display
Hey it dont matter
Its all the same
So I do this and I do that
So I do this and I do that
So I do this and I do that
Its never straight up and down
Its never straight up and down
Its never straight up and down
Its never straight up and down
Oh you got a nickel
I got a dime
Id like to get to know you
But I havent got the time
You gotta walk like a mannequin
Roll like a tire
Act on reaction
Dodge the big spud fryer
So wiggle on the bottom
Wiggle on the top
Wiggle up the middle
And laugh a lot
Cause Ive been living in a wiggly world
Wiggly world, a wiggly world
I got to tell you
Ive been living in a wiggly world now
Wiggly world, a wiggly world
Well Ive been living in a wiggly world
Wiggly world, a wiggly wor/d
I got to tell you
Ive been living in a wiggly world
Wiggiy world, a wiggly world
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Yeah Ive been living in a wiggly world
Wiggly world
Oh Ive been living in a wiggly world
Wiggly world
Well Ive been living in a wiggly world
Wiggly world
Well Ive been living in a wiggly world
Wiggly world
Well Ive been living in a wiggly world
Wiggly world
Well Ive been iiving
In a wiggly world now
Wiggly world
Well Ive been living in a wiggly world
Wiggly world
Oh, Ive been living in a wiggly
Wiggly world
song performed by by Devo
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Listen...
There is a knocking in the skull,
An endless silent shout
Of something beating on a wall,
And crying, “Let me out!”
That solitary prisoner
Will never hear reply.
No comrade in eternity
Can hear the frantic cry.
No heart can share the terror
That haunts his monstrous dark.
The light that filters through the chinks
No other eye can mark.
When flesh is linked with eager flesh,
And words run warm and full,
I think that he is loneliest then,
The captive in the skull.
Caught in a mesh of living veins,
In cell of padded bone,
He loneliest is when he pretends
That he is not alone.
We’d free the incarcerate race of man
That such a doom endures
Could only you unlock my skull,
Or I creep into yours.
poem by Ogden Nash
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Lo! Victress On The Peaks
LO! Victress on the peaks!
Where thou, with mighty brow, regarding the world,
(The world, O Libertad, that vainly conspired against thee;)
Out of its countless beleaguering toils, after thwarting them all;
Dominant, with the dazzling sun around thee,
Flauntest now unharm'd, in immortal soundness and bloom--lo! in these
hours supreme,
No poem proud, I, chanting, bring to thee--nor mastery's rapturous
verse;
But a book, containing night's darkness, and blood-dripping wounds,
And psalms of the dead.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Goodbye Poet! ! ! !
Very sad when a Poet close your book
leave his pen and left us
So we say: There goes, Aphrodite, Apollo, Hades
find your ethereal Muse and make peaces with God
Because
The Poet goes different
He goes taking all of us with him
He goes but leaving your scrolls, hymns
His Ilíadas, Odisseias
For ever and Never
Because
The Poet let us different
He dare to be absent without a motive
confront dead and write the more beautiful Poem
Poet's heart now beats alone!
So go Poet
Go, because you are different
poem by Mirna Morgan
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The Bloody Clothes of War
I wear the bloody clothes of war
The wounds that I show
Coming from traumas
Concussions that rattle your heart
And never leave your head.
The blood that I oppose
Stemming from the life I missed
The hope I skipped past
The love I never felt.
The wounds that killed me fall deep
Hitting my bones
Some even shattering
Leaving me motionless on the floor.
The tears and blood I cry
Fill up the casket and spill out
Until everyone in the room drowns in them
But I somehow find a way to prevent myself
From showing the crowd that I am dying, not dead.
I wear the bloody clothes of war
War with everything
War with everyone
But also the worst kind of war
War with myself.
In These Poems That We Write
these are the wounds of the heart
let your fingers pierce that part
blood drips from a wounded heart
pain gleaming against the light
time has not healed the wounds
you can hear the screaming sounds
these are the wounds of my heart
we are not many miles apart
we share the wounds of the heart
in these poems that we draft
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Universe Writes A Poem
The universe is a poet.
She looked at him
with a forgiving smile.
How would you know that?
Well, the credo flows
from the unity
of the knower and the known,
he said.
Besides,
symmetry involves reciprocity.
And the holographic qualities
of the cosmos imply
that just as the poet
is part of the universe,
the universe is part
of the poet, too.
So, when a poet writes a poem
the universe writes its own.
poem by Paul Hartal
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Peace in War?
So you sharpen your knives
You also oil your guns
What is that grenade for?
I see, you have a jungle jacket,
How smart?
Tell me, would you heal the wounds?
The wounds,
That gape and stare at you,
The wounds that wouldn't let
A nap over your eyes.
Wounds that would hollow your heart,
Dripping bloody soiled hands
That would make your seeds
Sprout with fright to the wound?
Tell me,
Was it for peace?
Now agape. Why?
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Scars
Now I see that you are pushing me away,
The scars remain as my pain,
I can see that my veins are full of scars,
Scars of remaining past,
Scars from all those cutting,
Scars from all the pain I went through,
Love is vain,
The rain might pour down,
But nothing has stop me from seeing the scars I have left behind,
Nothing can’t stop me from seeing the remaining scars,
All my scars, all my memories remain as my pain.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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The Greatest Line
What was the greatest
line of verse ever written?
I know a secret...
the greatest line...
the greatest line of verse
ever written an eternal rhyme
a rhyme that sings
seeds of potent peace
through an entire universe
that sings throughout time
“You must love ADONAI
your God with your whole heart
and your whole soul
and your whole strength.”
“You must love your neighbour
As you love yourself.” Matthew 22: 35-40.
“Peace On Earth and
Good Will To All Men”
Harmony Throughout Eternity
God Dwells In The Heart
Of All Men Who Worship
Their Lord Sovereign Creator
Throughout All Eternity
With Blessed Love
For All Glorious Creation
Harmony Throughout Eternity
poem by Terence George Craddock
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You Ain't Got It Like a Psychic
You can't tell me what I'm thinking...
Until I tell you what that is!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
You can run around and tell folks,
What you think my business is!
But,
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
You can sneak across the floor.
And put your ear to the door.
Tell my neighbors and friends,
What I do and who for!
But,
Uh-uh,
You ain't got it like a psychic.
It's too bad your lips don't seal.
You need to hush 'em.
You need to keep them closed.
It's so sad you have a mind that reveals...
It's gonna crack!
It's ripe for that.
Waiting to set you back with a heart attack.
It's too bad your lips don't seal.
You need to hush 'em.
You need to keep them closed.
It's so sad you have a mind that reveals...
It's gonna crack!
It's ripe for that.
You can run around and tell folks,
What you think my business is!
But,
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
You can sneak across the floor.
And put your ear to the door.
But,
Uh-uh,
You ain't got it like a psychic.
It's too bad your lips don't seal.
You need to hush 'em.
You need to keep them closed.
It's so sad you have a mind that reveals...
It's gonna crack!
It's ripe for that,
With a heart attack!
You can't tell me what I'm thinking,
Until I tell you what that is!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
You may not like it.
My name ain't Mike,
And I'm 'bout to take a hike!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
If you were a psychic,
You would know where you can bite it!
Bite this!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Bite this!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Bite this!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
If you were a psychic,
You would know where you can bite it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pitching Away Bales Of Daily Nonsense
My scars and wounds,
You will never see.
A pain to relive...
Is not for me.
And it is not that I heal quickly.
Sharing that process,
Is something I do not believe.
Why should I wear my heart on my sleeve?
To prove my life has not been struggle free.
My scars and wounds,
You will never see.
A pain to relive...
Is not for me.
There is no reason for you or me,
To validate something we both can agree...
No one familiar with digging out of ditches.
Or pitching away bales of daily nonsense,
Is going to be doing that without a bruise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Holiest Aura
The aura around me may dim.
But never will wither away.
Guiding me through perpetual nights.
It strays at the first light of day.
The terrors within me will cast it away.
Neglecting my soul, it's beauty at bay.
Protecting myself from this feverish growth.
Putrefied beings through veins of it's host.
Depart from me, memorial tortures!
Negative necrotic tortures.
Dispose of me, unheavenly vultures!
Surviving the slaughters, still severed with scars.
Chronic inner wounds.
A solitary room.
Head in hands, my gloom.
Rising up, my doom.
It took me a year within that sanctum.
To even fathom what I'd lost.
Now I'm riding through all storms.
Living my life with fingers crossed.
Return to me, definitive elegance!
Cast away this pitiless pestilence.
Part the sky!
Grant me stillness, divine!
Remove the plague from my heart.
Force self-doubt to subside.
poem by Aaron Lynn
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Each Poet Is A Solitary Voice Sounding His Own Alone Through The Universe
EACH POET IS A SOLITARY VOICE SOUNDING HIS ALONE THROUGH THE UNIVERSE
Each poet is a solitary voice sounding his own alone through the universe
Each one writes what only he or she can
No one is the other and all for anyone else
We come into the world alone
And we die alone
And we are poets – alone
Yet what we dream alone
Is nonetheless what no alone can ever give
A kind of love and recognition
An affirmation of who we are
A blessedness
That may once have been had in our mother's love
But which in our long slow years
Can never fully come again.
I loved a woman once
And she seemed to love me
I knew then
There is Eternity.
Now in my old age
I also need love
A poet is alone
And only G-d above.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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