You Don't Want To Know
I was worried
was it cancer?
A huge vein protruded
an angry welt
thicker than a finger
braided my behind
over the next few days
it settled down
Thank God
for hemorrhoids
I thought
until the doctor explained
it was common
in hairy Europeans
just an in grown hair.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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angry
' why are you so angry, ' the girl with the red hair asked me.
'why are YOU so angry, girl with the red hair'
'That's not important were here to talk about you.'
'Could you quit calling me that? '
'NO'
'I wasn't asking'
'But I was telling ya, girl with the red hair'
'lets get back to your anger'
'But i thought we were talking about your anger, so what makes you angry, ms'
'what makes you.angry, girl with the red hair? '
'you calling me that name what name, Girl with the red hair? '
'yes'
'why does it make you angry, girl with the red hair? '
'because all my life people have picked on me because of my RED HAIR.'
'O, well sorry to hear that'
'yeah'
'Well now that we atlked about your anger lets talk about mine...'
poem by Ke'Love Moss
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There Is a Hair in the Bed
there is a hair in the bed
snagged in the sheet fibres
by the coil of its once braided curl
as long as the length
from finger tip to tip
as short as a sharp breath
there is a hair
there
between me
as dark as a polish winter
and you the colour
of dry summer skies
there is a hair in the bed
with a follicle bulb like a teardrop
and a sprout like a clipping
of conductive copper wire
the best part of six inches
of resistance
to my fat fingers
pinching
at the obvious question
why is there a hair
there
in the bed?
poem by Keith Valentine
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WE WASHED DIRTS OF HEART MEVLANA’To the disciples of heart religion’
We used to walk around carelessly, who we were,
In your route, we were footprints Mevlana,
Our necks are much more thicker, than hair for love,
We came to burn, with it’s fire Mevlana.
We recognise your route, as ours Mevlana,
We took unwariness away, from heart Mevlana,
Our necks are much more thicker, than hair for love,
Tendency was towards to the darling, we loved Mevlana.
Mirror was the eye of comrade, we saw Mevlana,
We closed the note-book of heart Mevlana,
Our necks are much more thicker, than hair for love,
We died for the sake of love Mevlana.
Soul never be without darling, we found Mevlana,
In the dervish lodge, we were slaves Mevlana,
Our necks are much more thicker, than hair for love,
We washed dirts of heart Mevlana.
With admission, we sweared off Mevlana,
We helped to the ones, who’re in trouble Mevlana,
Our necks are much more thicker, than hair for love,
We’re burned by the fire of love, became mature Mevlana.
Poem: Can AKIN
Translated by: Nilufer DURSUN
poem by Nilufer Dursun
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Cancellation
The innocence is like cancer,
A cancellation of heaven
Wherever the world.
Cancer is a camera, a post
To be held in the hand.
The cameraman is gifted,
My warming of the shape is plenty.
Boiling and melting,
Snapping and curling,
My cancer spreads
And conceals itself
Until medicine looks at it,
The doctor connects.
Innocence is a way of cancer.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Of the Family
Hairy, Hairy, quite contrary
sat upon a stool.
Came the kindly wombat fairy
from the Fairy pool.
Said to Hairy, have a sherrie
makes the bowels loose,
Hairy thought it rather scary
maybe, too obtuse.
Hairy took a wife named Mary
fat she was and round
built a cosy, visionary
log home on the ground.
Home was small but Hairy loved it
'twas a sturdy log.
Found a lichen rug and shoved it
in to warm the frog.
Frog had been cast from his quarters
by his next of kin.
Sealed the wombat home with mortar
and they took him in.
Winter came and snow kept falling,
hibernate they did,
under Lichen there was balling
made another kid.
poem by Hairy Wombat
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Angry engine wails,
angry welt where calm indwelt
sudden [sl]iced by trails
haiku by Jonathan Robin (12 April 1984)
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Doctor Doctor
Doctor doctor, please
Oh, the mess Im in
Doctor doctor, please,
Oh the mess Im in
She walked up to me
And really stole my heart
And then she started
To take my body apart
*livin, lovin, Im on the run
Far away from you
Livin, lovin, Im on the run
So far away from you
Doctor doctor, please
Oh, Im goin fast
Doctor doctor, please,
Oh, Im goin fast
Its only just a moment,
Shes turnin paranoid
Thats not a situation for a nervous boy
Doctor doctor, please
Oh, the mess Im in
Doctor doctor, please,
Oh, the mess Im in
But you look so angry
As I crawled across your floor
Shes got the strain,
And I cant take any more
*repeat
*repeat
song performed by by Ufo
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Healing Hand of God
The Lord to me has revealed, from my illness I’ve been healed,
From that cancer, deep inside, this, the doctor has not denied,
What was said to be incurable, is now removed, by God’s Will,
Stating that, I am now cancer free, for The Lord has healed me.
For when my body was diseased, my Lord above was pleased,
To touch my body in that state, to heal my body along the wait,
Upon my Lord’s healing touch, as God loves His own so much,
Always faithful to each one of us, as we follow our Lord, Jesus.
It could seem God may hesitate, while for Him we patiently wait,
But God moves in His own time, by His decreed, eternal design,
A design involving each one of us, who in God, place their trust,
As from God, it is understood, all things, work out for our good.
My healing is all for God’s Glory, as He takes my doctor’s story,
Using the doctor’s medical skill, in accordance with Christ’s Will,
This is also part of our Lord’s plan, to touch an unbelieving man,
Who has been used by The Lord, though by him, God’s ignored.
As I lift up to the Lord, my praise, for carrying me all these days,
In all, the doctor is able to see; he too, can be healed spiritually,
That the doctor, can really rejoice, along with me, with one voice,
As to him, The Holy Spirit reveals, it is The Lord, Who truly heals.
(Copyright ©06/2011)
We Are Worried
We are worried
Our once prosperous land
Is now a beggar
We are worried
Our incandescent light
Is now blurred
We are worried
Love no longer co-habits
On our wide streets
We are worried
That brothers slaughter brothers
All in the name of God
We are worried
How vultures prey
On our commonwealth
We are worried
The gap gets wider
Between the rich and the poor
We are worried
About our youths
Whose destinies are bleak.
We are worried
That the ship may sink
Like the titanic.
We are worried
We do not know who to trust
We are worried of many things
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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Don’t Be Angry
Don’t be angry at me
if I say something wrong.
Don’t be angry at me,
everyone makes mistakes
some of them we can never repair.
Don’t be angry at me
if I say something wrong.
Don’t be angry at me
when I say we can’t go on
hurting each other the way that we do.
We thought our love
would last forever and ever.
That we would be together
all those days and into the sunset,
we would walk together.
However, there comes a time
when we have to realise
that staying together
is hurting our lives
and others as well.
Don’t be angry at me
if I say something wrong.
Don’t be angry at me
for soon I have to go
and that’s where I belong - gone.
15 January 2009
poem by David Harris
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Of the Family
Hairy, Hairy, quite contrary
sat upon a stool.
Came the kindly wombat fairy
from the Fairy pool.
Said to Hairy, have a sherrie
makes the bowels loose,
Hairy thought it rather scary
maybe, too obtuse.
Hairy took a wife named Mary
fat she was and round
built a cosy, visionary
log home on the ground.
Home was small but Hairy loved it
'twas a sturdy log.
Found a lichen rug and shoved it
in to warm the frog.
Frog had been cast from his quarters
by his next of kin.
Sealed the wombat home with mortar
and they took him in.
Winter came and snow kept falling,
hibernate they did,
under Lichen there was balling
made another kid.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Under a Blue Sky
Look at that blue sky
she said
as you lay beside her
in the field
behind her house
and she pointed upward
and you followed her finger
as it indicated
the expanse of blue
and white clouds
and a few birds in flight
That cloud formation
seems like angels with harps
and that
she added pointing
further over
Looks like a horse's head
you nodded and said
And that formation
over there
looks like Miss Brody's ass
and she slapped your hand
and laughed
and her laughter
carried over the field
and there was that moment
you never wanted to end
like when she kissed
and her tongue protruded
into your mouth
or when she held you close
and you breathed in
her scent
borrowed from her mother
Just a dab
behind the ears
she had said
but that was years before
the cancer had her
but the memory of her
is still here
alive and undead.
poem by Terry Collett
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I Am
Well fire it up
Chop one out
Somebody's got to know
That I'm two days in
I got two days left to go
Cause I am Georgia
I am Memphis Tennesee
I am everything
Hollywood wants to be
I am love and I am hate
I'm your late night drunk debate
But you'll never put
Your finger on me
Have you ever seen the sun
Over the rocky mountains shinin
Or touched the sands
Of a southern Florida beach
Have you seen a grown man cry
Or a child that's slowly dying
Have you looked inside
To see al that you can see
And I am North and South Dakota
And New York City
I am everything Hollywood wants
To be
I am love an I am hate
And all the critics can debate
But they will never put a finger
On me
No you'll never put a finger on
Have you seen the northern falls
Or the midwest seasons changing
A Montana storm
Or a warm Kentucky rain
Have you heard the love that sings
Over the inner city sidewalks
Have you risen above
All that leads to hate
And I am Boston and D.C.
And all of Detroit city
I am everything
That Hollywood wants to be
I am southern rock-n-roll
Country and hip hop soul
And you'll never put a finger on me
I'm a father and and I'm a friend
I'm your brother till the end
But you'll never put your finger on me
I am only God knows why
Ill be a cowboy till I die
But you'll never put you
Finger on me
You'll never put your finger on me
You'll never put
You'll never put
Put your finger on me
song performed by by Kid Rock
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Jealousy
She wore braids in her hair
every single day.
Not because she wanted to.
It was her mother's way.
She braided them so tightly.
She thought her head would break.
Sometimes just the thought of them
would make her poor head ache.
'Why can't I have my hair
flowing down my back?
Her mother's frown would let her know
to try some other tact..
'Mother can we cut it
just above my shoulder? '
the answer that was given was
'Not until you're older.'
And so she wore her hair like this.
She never wore it down.
When at night she unbraided it
she looked just like a clown.
She knew she would cut it
the very next day
right in front of her mother
to see what she would say.
Her mother watched and sat down
and had a cup of tea.
Her mother simply said
'Now you're more beautiful than me.'
poem by Edwina Reizer
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the big C
those who fear it cannot call it
by its own name
big C for cancer,
but cancer is cancer
no more no less
depends on what stage
then you are taken
as the next
victim by an old
expert culprit
so unforgiving
mercilessly taking the lives
of those
destined to die
cancer is cancer
no more no less
a friend of mine dies
today of cancer of the
liver.
period. I say another prayer.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet: Human Skin Has Hair
Most women try to have least body-hair,
By cumbersome methods and waste of time;
The human skin, hair follicles does bear,
That will remain, depending on each clime.
Most men too try to shave off facial hair,
Or grow it excessively long, perhaps!
But doing both involves time, money, care,
Or lead to nasty gashes as mishaps.
If mankind did not come from the hairy Apes,
To stay hair-free seems unnatural truly;
But God gave human beings Hairy drapes,
The real cause is still a mystery.
So, strike a balance somewhere, somehow, man!
But do those things that don’t reduce live-span.
8-14-2002
poem by John Celes
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Eine Welt Ohne Dich
Ich will nicht sehen, was ich sehe
Nicht hren, was ich hre von Dir
Ich will nicht wissen, was ich wei
Denn es ttet die Hoffnung in mir
Es ist mir ganz egal, wer der Schuldige war
Ich will dich zurck, was auch immer geschah
Refrain:
Ich will nicht gehen, in eine Welt ohne Dich
Nichts ist so leer, wie eine Welt ohne Dich
Nichts ist so leer, wie eine Welt ohne Dich
Da, da, da,
Ich will nicht fhlen, was ich fhle
Nicht glauben, was man mir erzhlt
Ich will nicht hassen, wen ich liebe
Wenn mir Deine Liebe so fehlt
Diese Bilder von Dir, rauben mir den Verstand
Sind wie Schsse ins Herz, ins Gedchtnis gebrannt
Refrain:
Ich will nicht gehen, in eine Welt ohne Dich
Nichts ist so leer, wie eine Welt ohne Dich
Nichts ist so leer, wie eine Welt ohne Dich
Nur mit Trnen im Blick, denk ich an Dich zurck
Wenn ich geh wird der Abschied sehr schwer
Nichts ist so leer, wie eine Welt ohne Dich
Da, da, da,
Nichts ist so leer, wie eine Welt ohne Dich
Nichts ist so leer, wie eine Welt ohne Dich
song performed by by Yvonne Catterfeld
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A Village Grandpa and the kind Doctor
'Yes Papa what brought you here'
'I am sick with menses'
' I understand Hemorrhoids'
'No, Women get that kind'
'Certainly Men get menses'
Doctor pacified the old patient!
*Man's mind once stretched by a new idea, never regains its original dimension.
-Oliver Wendell Holmes
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Summer Rain Came Suddenly
Summer rain came suddenly
and you and she
had just got off the school bus
and had to run for shelter
and so entered the wood
and settled beneath some trees
which at least kept off
some of the rain
and as you both stood there
looking about the woodland
and listening to the rain
fighting its way through
the overhead branches and leaves
smelling the rain smell
hearing the sound
of rain falling
she said suddenly
That was unexpected
one minute the sun's shining
the next the downpour
and she turned
and looked at you
raindrops falling down
from her hair onto
the side of her nose
and sitting there
for a few moments
then sliding down
and moving along
her cheek
and you wiped
the drops off
with the end of your finger
and she took your finger
and mouthed it
and licked off the rain
and held your finger
in her hand
and said laughing
That was my raindropp
and you saw
how her lips parted
and in such a way
that you sensed
an inner explosion
of what you thought of
as love and said
Rain is rain
it's got its own smell
and touch
and feel
and she moved her lips
to your finger
and licked it once more
and you laughed
and felt your heart leap inside
and she said
releasing your finger
Love is love
something like rain
something you feel
and sense and know
and she kissed you and said
Mum' ll wonder where I am
we'd better go
and moving out
from beneath the trees
you ran off together
into the falling rain
all over again.
poem by Terry Collett
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I questioned her further, and eventually got to talk to her doctor. And her doctor sort of shook his head and he said, 'I have examined her for throat cancer at least 15 times in the past few years.
quote by James Randi
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