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Morbid

Soon
we'll all be
forgotten
and our bodies
long since rotten.

poem by Vince Gullaci
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Something Rotten

It seems were here i
Miss you something rotten
The stinks are here
Its guaranteed alls forgotten
Down here
Down here its clear that your uncut
Dont fear
Dont fear, keep all this forgotten
Face down
Face down
Face down, I miss you something rotten
Face down
Face down, this crown is broken rotten
Down here, down here, I know its not, its all forgotten
Down here, down here, face down, I miss you something rotten
Down here, down here, it stinks, it stinks of something rotten
Dont fear, dont fear, keep all this forgotten
Theres something rotten down here
Theres something rotten down here
Theres something rotten down here
Theres something rotten down here...

song performed by by Placebo
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Bullets And Kisses

My bullets are kisses.
Let me send them to everyone of you.
Let them poison the very essence of your soul.
Let me claim another victim.
Let me dig another grave of the forgotten.
Memories dead, stale, and rotten.

Heat seeking missile are only sent destroy.
Man less drones are deployed.
Books to a religion burned.
Peace will be destroyed.
It is impossible to avoid.
Unrest on steroids.

You want to trust and be trusted.
But you have no understanding of a culture.
You disrespect it everyday.
You create martyrs by your mistakes.
With every action you make it just escalates.
Fear spreads like fire in a very drought ridden forest.
Let me ask you how do you plan on exactly putting out?

You must get out.
It was never your responsibility.
We are not the divinity.
We are not here to save you.
With so much blood on our hands how can we still be wearing that cape?
Do we not understand what is at stake?
We just continue to create pure hate.

Greed is why we are sending our soldiers away from home.
Controlling chaos.
A symphony of stealing while their not looking.
If we are their long enough soon or later we will corrupt.
And that´s just little messed up.

Slavery can be bought and sold.
Back door deals.
A fake government at least thats the way the people feel.
And are they really that off target?
After all they are the are people.
A pulse beating, breathing life into their own country.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Let it be Forgotten

Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold.
Let it be forgotten forever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long-forgotten snow.

poem by Sara Teasdale
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Maybe I Am Already Somewhat Half-Forgotten (Roundel)

As the leaves, their smell, their scent half-rotten
are with the homecoming wishing me well
maybe I am already somewhat half-forgotten.
As the leaves, their smell,

does remind me, does a thousand stories tell,
of days that will always be unforgotten
of when I was under your charming spell

of the kisses that at a time were gotten
when we did meet deep in the dell
but unforgettable, life now is rotten,
as the leaves, their smell…

poem by Gert Strydom
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I Haven't Forgotten

I haven't forgotten when I meet you first!
I haven't forgotten when I greet you last!
I haven't forgotten your pretty face!
I haven't forgotten your smile and grace!

I haven't forgotten how we started chatting!
I haven't forgotten when we started dating!
I haven't forgotten our last walk together!
I haven't forgotten how I became a loser!

I haven't forgotten how it became too late!
I haven't forgotten when I understood fate!
I haven't forgotten that summer's northwester!
I haven't forgotten and won't forget ever!

poem by Asif Andalib
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Long Forgotten Journey

Long Forgotten Journey
By: Adam M. Snow

What am I, that is no longer,
Lost in stormy seas unchanged,
But one weak as I now stronger,
Curse to walk this world deranged,
And I, alone yet not alone,
With but my love to atone.
I despite what I have become,
I condemn myself to death,
Henceforth to why I am numb,
And to why, I give my dying breath.
One to rise yet one to fall,
And on this morrow, I give my all.
Must this be but a journey within oneself,
A journey that was once long forgotten,
So that I may find myself,
For I in earth am rotten,
But I struggle with all devotion,
Blinded by my single emotion,
I wander for greater purpose,
In a world departed from oneself,
I found myself in Jesus,
And through him, I healed myself.
Must this be fate, that I no longer lost,
Twas the blood of lamb that be the cost.

poem by Adam M. Snow
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Rotten bastards

The lot of you.
All of you
You are all rotten bastards.
And I hate you all

All of you
Raped and abused me.
But what goes around comes around.
And revenge will be mine.

Rotten bastards.
You rotten rats.
Rape and abuse.
Is that all you can do?

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Hidden but not forgotten.

My pain from you is hidden.
But the pain you cuased me is not forgotten.
I hide the scars of what you did.
Rape and sexual abuse.
But I don't forget what you did.
It eats a way at me like the decay eats the flesh.
I hate you all you bastards are evil.

My pain is hidden but never forgotten.
I will get you all one by one.
One by one you will all pay.
You rotten peice of scum.
Your dirtier than the bottom of my shoe.
You bastards will all get whats coming to you.
One thing is for sure.
My pain is hidden but be sure its not forgotten.
And I'll pay you all back.
Your all get whats coming to you.
You'll get your just deserts.

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Mrs Bryces Onions

mrs bryces onions

Unmentionable as from today

They say, they're turning grey

Once proud shiny roundy

To be foundy in most fertile groundies

Now rotten to the core

Mrs bryces onions are corrupted

DEAD

They are no more!

Withered battered shattered

cheated and defeated

by the flux of ever changing climes

No more the darling of affections

Left off from vegetable selections

In the glitzy superstore

Laid low and easily forgotten

Cos they're stinky black and rotten

Festering within the plot land

Mrs Bryces ONIONS, are no more!

poem by Yvette Smith
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Rotten World Blues

Hey Man
What?
Hey Man
What?
Hey Man
What?
Hey man
What?
Dig this...
Well I went walkin'
Out yesterday
A man was carryin' a sign that says
"The world is gonna end tomorrow
hey buddy got a nickel I can borrow?"
This rotten world's gonna chew you up
Swallow you whole and then spit you back out
The sooner you recognize this simple fact
Then this rotten world gives you what you lack
Old Miss Hedrick she's gettin' down
You don't see her much walkin' 'round town
Well you could say that she needs a little lovin'
Lookin' for a light with her head in the oven
This rotten world's gonna chew you up
Swallow you whole and then spit you back out
The sooner you recognize this simple fact
Then this rotten world gives you what you lack
Let's rock...
Miss Kovalov she's lookin' good
Walkin' her ass through the neighborhood
She knows somethin' that you don't know
Somethin' she learned about a long time ago
This rotten world's gonna chew you up
Swallow you whole and then spit you back out
The sooner you recognize this simple fact
Then this rotten world gives you what you lack
This rotten world's gonna chew you up
Swallow you whole and then spit you back out

song performed by by Eels
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Dirty Rotten Shame

I recall the good old days
But thankfully, theyve gone
Now the ponies all are broken nags
That stumble as they groan
And throw the jockeys from their throne
When there are pitches left to dodge
And lions left to tame
But its nothing but a dirty rotten shame
Its a dirty rotten shame
That when youre frivolous and strong
It isnt youth, its fearlessness
That has been wasted on the young
The cruel are in the cradle
And the bishops in the bag
Its nothing but a dirty rotten shame
Now I find life a millionaire
That brags for rags and jewels
A snarling pup is wild enough
But as his anger proves
Hes left to sharpen useless tools
That tear and graze and finer phrase
But few are worth the name
Its nothing but a dirty rotten shame
Its a dirty rotten shame
And that is not an idle boast
When all your courage and your strength
Will leave you as you need it most
When there are lamps to dampen
And cauliflowers to flip
Its nothing but a dirty rotten shame

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Cry In The Night...

one last drink,
and a cobblestone prayer,
a hat creased by dreams,
boots made of flesh.
nickels and dimes,
revolution and light.
while shadows dance,
amid cobwebbed desires..

and the sparrow's lament,
mourns over buildings lost.
over lives soon forgotten,
over hunger and loss.
while the faces of children,
burned into the grain.
to the words of a god,
forgotten by name!

now liberty's nails,
rust beneath the load.
bodies piled on bodies,
under circling crows.
and justice lies beaten,
stripped in the alley.
while confusion reigns,
and indifference shouts!

who am I? ... you ask,
with threatening pose.
while the stink of your fear
burns books in the night...
i am the voice of your heart,
the dignity of your soul.
i am the cry in the darkness,
that bears your name!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Wrote Many New Poems Now Long Forgotten

I WROTE MANY POEMS NOW LONG FORGOTTEN

I wrote many poems now long forgotten
Why do I believe any poem I will write now
Or in the future
Is better than them?

I am a man lost in the world of his own words
And the only way out I know
Is writing more words
Which too are added on
To the unending pile of the forgotten.

Tell me where this poem too will be
When I am in the ground?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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A love of the day

I could not see her smile
it was long ago for a while
it flickered in moon light
A glorious moment to be called right

I love a special day
which brings smile all the way
it may be in the form of ray
thought it may be distantly away

Who can know and take it for real?
it has to be inwardly and must feel
if not then you are simply called rotten
it is off the scene and totally forgotten

it does not come all of sudden
it is not to be invited even
it emerges from invisible land
Only God extends his invisible hand

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My My, Hey Hey

My my, hey hey
Rock and roll is here to stay
It's better to burn out
Than to fade away
My my, hey hey.
Out of the blue and into the black
They give you this, but you pay for that
And once you're gone, you can never come back
When you're out of the blue and into the black.
The king is gone but he's not forgotten
This is the story of a johnny rotten
It's better to burn out than it is to rust
The king is gone but he's not forgotten.
Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll can never die
There's more to the picture
Than meets the eye.
Hey hey, my my.

song performed by by Neil Young
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Sue Rodriguez Forgotten Case Nov 3rd,2012

Sue Rodriguez Forgotten Case Nov 3rd,2012
By
James Bredin

The Sue Rodriguez case, seems to have been long forgotten,
Media moguls and politicians seem to think it was rotten,
She tried to get death with dignity but they refused,
Though appointed judges and politicians did not seem amused.

Because we the people are not allowed government control,
Few set-date elections, referendums or plebiscites on the whole,
No Senate or compulsory votes where death with dignity is banned,
Various religions and bought-politicians think this is grand.

The States of Oregon and Washington have had it for years,
People go to Switzerland to die and avoid the pain and tears,
While Ottawa politicians and aristocrats hide out up there,
Busy avoiding death with dignity and maybe saying a prayer.

Nov 3rd,2012

poem by James Bredin
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“all The World’s A Stage”

Shakespeare wrote what we’ve forgotten
Human beings act their way through life
Sweet, ripe fruit, with a few gone rotten
All walk the keen edge of Lucifer’s knife

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
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When I Have Passed Away

When I have passed away and am forgotten,
And no one living can recall my face,
When under alien sod my bones lie rotten
With not a tree or stone to mark the place;

Perchance a pensive youth, with passion burning,
For olden verse that smacks of love and wine,
The musty pages of old volumes turning,
May light upon a little song of mine,

And he may softly hum the tune and wonder
Who wrote the verses in the long ago;
Or he may sit him down awhile to ponder
Upon the simple words that touch him so.

poem by Claude McKay
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Lxxxvi

Man, why must thou do evil to evil?
Why must your fellow man fall by your hands?
Why in you evil you be so agile?
Why evil in your hands by sure commands?
Thou shall not kill, you have surely forgotten
Should a life for a life be your true creed?
In Americus, something is rotten
Rotten to the core, your murderous deed.
Night after night by the TV’s bright light
We are told daily that someone has died
We hear of those who only kill for sprite.
True, in heaven your soul shall be denied.
O man, where forth are thy truly petty
You stink of murder, your soul is sweaty.

poem by David E. Patton
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In Rotten Row

In Rotten Row a cigarette
I sat and smoked, with no regret
For all the tumult that had been.
The distances were still and green,
And streaked with shadows cool and wet.

Two sweethearts on a bench were set,
Two birds among the boughs were met;
So love and song were heard and seen
In Rotten Row.

A horse or two there was to fret
The soundless sand; but work and debt,
Fair flowers and falling leaves between,
While clocks are chiming clear and keen,
A man may very well forget
In Rotten Row.

poem by William Ernest Henley
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