Who Is Now Reading This?
May-be one is now reading this who knows some wrong-doing of my past
life,
Or may-be a stranger is reading this who has secretly loved me,
Or may-be one who meets all my grand assumptions and egotisms with
derision,
Or may-be one who is puzzled at me.
As if I were not puzzled at myself!
Or as if I never deride myself! (O conscience-struck! O self-
convicted!)
Or as if I do not secretly love strangers! (O tenderly, a long time,
and never avow it;)
Or as if I did not see, perfectly well, interior in myself, the stuff
of wrong-doing,
Or as if it could cease transpiring from me until it must cease. 10
poem by Walt Whitman
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Who Is Now Reading This?
count yourself blessed
if you are reading this?
you are the rare few
who actually read others' poetry
nobody is serious about other people's life anyway
poetry reading is being noosy
an orphan in an alleyway
tries to look for a
home sweet home
count yourself doubled blessed
if you fully understand any poem
for poets write for themselves
if a poet says he writes for others
he is probably a liar
after money probably
count yourself blessed for having learnt this
for among the millions of poets
there are poets in lost alleys
trying to find a piece of themselves
the lane that runs to treasures of heart and mind
verses springing from the sanctity of the soul
many slip on the make belief lane
throwing words, phrases helter skelter
a child that tries to plant fiction in non fiction
offering honorable readers
a half baked cake nobody would take
the heaven sounds out the genius though
each of his word gets you revved up
each of the words offers a
a spectacle into real sights, sounds, tastes
and smells
the honorable readers know the fakes
from the real - just so instinctively
real words never lie
the diamond detector never fails
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Who Is Now Reading This?
May-be one is now reading this who knows some wrong-doing of my past
life,
Or may-be a stranger is reading this who has secretly loved me,
Or may-be one who meets all my grand assumptions and egotisms with
derision,
Or may-be one who is puzzled at me.
As if I were not puzzled at myself!
Or as if I never deride myself! (O conscience-struck! O self-
convicted!)
Or as if I do not secretly love strangers! (O tenderly, a long time,
and never avow it ;)
Or as if I did not see, perfectly well, interior in myself, the stuff
of wrong-doing,
Or as if it could cease transpiring from me until it must cease.10
Walt Whitman
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Stifle not the reader
Reading is an art,
reading is a tool.
Those who think it dumb,
must be such a fool.
Reading is enjoyment,
reading is a blast.
Reading is a separate entity
from the future and the past.
Reading is done in present,
though written in a tense.
Reading is about life,
in surprise or suspense.
Reading is a place of joy,
full of hope and song,
Reading is a place I feel
that I truly do belong.
A trapdoor to a fantasy,
A world thought lost to us,
Reading is a place of wonder,
a place that we can trust.
Why read about reality,
when I can delve into magic.
Why stifle my own happiness,
with scenarios so tragic.
Stifle not the reader,
for it is their choice alone.
Reading is an outlet,
for hearts that turned to stone.
Cease
cease our pain God
Cease our anger God
Cease the war God
Cease the dark days God
Cease the rain God
Cease the strong winds that are blowing everywhere God
Cease our hunger God
Cease our thirst God
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Secretly Cruel
I saw my pictures hangin on her wall
She cut it out of that magazine
It was a hot day, she wore lingerie
And nothin else in between, ooh
She had long hair and thigh high snake skin boots
And she was all over me like a cheap suit
Then she bared herself, aha
And stripped my soul
Began to shake, rattle, and roll
Then I took control, yeah
But I know shes secretly cruel
I aint nobodys fool
Yeah, I know shes secretly cruel
Just when I though it was safe
She puts her lips to my face
Shes secretly, secretly cruel
Well she grabbed my hair
And I began to rise
I could tell what she wanted
By that look in her eyes, oh, ow
By that look in her eyes, yeah
I said come here babe and make it quick
She said not so fast
And had a drink
Well it aint just luck
But I better knock on wood
Shes gonna give me everything
Somehow I knew she would
Oh, but I know shes secretly cruel
I aint nobodys fool
Well, I know shes secretly cruel
I said baby youre the fire, but I am the fuel
Shes secretly, secretly cruel
Yeah, so cruel
Well it aint just luck (aint just luck)
But I better knock on wood, yeah
Shes gonna give me everything
Somehow I knew she would
Oh, but I know shes secretly cruel
I aint nobodys fool, nobodys fool
Secretly, shes so cruel (cruel)
Im in love, but I dont play the fool
Secretly, shes so cruel, secretly, so cruel
Cruel, yeah, cruel, yeah, cruel, yeah
I know shes secretly, shes so cruel, secretly, so cruel
Cruel, yeah, cruel, yeah, cruel, yeah
I know shes secretly, shes so cruel, secretly, shes so cruel
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, secretly, secretly cruel, cruel
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Smitten
I loved a maid who loved not me.
This was a love that could not be
For she was wed, though I was free.
But had she been at liberty
I would have wooed her openly.
Instead I loved her secretly.
Just one of life’s small tragedies
There was no cure for my disease
I hoped through time the pain would cease.
But sadly this was not to be.
The fates had ruled capriciously
there could be no one else for me
Although the lady never knew
my love for her was deep and true
I held my peace how could she do.
Although I tried my best to find
another love. She filled my mind.
The snare fate fashioned well designed.
The lady saw me as a friend,
someone on whom she could depend.
I had no choice but to pretend
That friendship was enough for me.
Although I loved her hopelessly.
I loved her well enough to see.
That she was married happily.
But I was bound by fates decree
to love her unrequitedly
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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On Books
Books are my first love, I’m so proud to read;
They give me knowledge and help life to lead;
Hours, days just pass by, by reading life-time;
Life would not be worth, if not for my rhyme.
Great are those people who write books all life;
Burning just candles, with Goose-quills in strife;
Tired of writing though day-long or night,
They keep on writing in such a bad light.
Books serve a great cause; their value can’t cease;
It takes years to write but reading is ease;
Book-makers struggle to print a few books;
And keep spending time to, improve their looks.
Some find their way to libraries in town;
Some remain untouched and nev’r taken down;
Silver-fish, Moths eat the books that are old;
Some are gone obsolete, some sold like gold.
Some are in tatters and must be rebound;
Books are Man’s best friends where solace is found;
Reading for long hours, does help you to learn;
Books give much knowledge and wisdom to men.
Read books with great care whose weight is in gold;
Serve generations though they may be old;
Source of much Info, deserving respect;
Books are life-partners whom you ne’er reject!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet- Life Is Flexible
It is not wrong to make mistakes often;
It is not wrong to do blunders in life;
It is not wrong to see mishaps happen;
It is not wrong to panic 'midst your strife.
It is not wrong to be lazy some days;
It is not wrong to make decisions wrong;
It is not wrong to squander wealth some ways;
It is not wrong to love a thing for long.
It is not wrong to come late while bell chimes,
It is not wrong to selfish be, at times;
It is not wrong to envy some sometimes;
It is not wrong to sin too many times.
It is not wrong to err where others don't;
'Tis wrong to feel guilty when others won't.
poem by John Celes
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0226 Self-hate, Self-love
When did you cease to love, then hate, yourself?
What terrible event? How long ago?
What slight misunderstanding, view of self,
that led to fading love, then bitter hate?
What silent judgment of yourself, believed,
without a witness, umpire, counsel, friend?
Where was that childhood friend you loved, called 'God',
who knew you better than you knew yourself,
and understood your every thought and act?
What black and vicious weed grew secretly
while all your thoughts - you thought - were of the Good?
What demon whispered sweet and viciously?
Alas, no clue as yet. The only way,
to love that self that never went away.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Let judges secretly despair of justice: their verdicts will be more acute. Let generals secretly despair of triumph; killing will be defamed. Let priests secretly despair of faith: their compassion will be true.
quote by Leonard Cohen
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Giving Peace A Chance (2008 version)
I keep reading about, little ones dying, parents crying, politicians lying, generals denying, their truth, I’m not buying
It’s never too late to Give Peace A Chance
I’m sick of reading about, free elections, UN inspection, man’s imperfections, the wrong directions, it’s time for reflection.
All I am Asking is Give Peace A Chance
The world is full of man’s inhumanity, A presidents animosity, talking about equality, respect their dignity, all we want is honesty.
I won’t stop asking to Give Peace A Chance
I’m tired of hearing about the neverending constitutions, that should be in the institutions, speaking of more devolution, The church’s stance on evolution, do we need a revolution? ?
I’ll keep on asking you to Give Peace A Chance.
I’m sick of reading about your phoney war, I’ve said this before, I don’t want to bore, I need to be sure, what are we fighting for?
Just keep on asking do Give Peace A Chance
Western Leaders telling us to be strong, where do we belong, this war is all wrong, I can’t just go along, it’s gone on too long
All I am asking is Give Peace A Chance
poem by Gordon David
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Like It Or Not
Ah, dont you know, Ive been on my own
But Im coming home.
And Id like you to be there,
I feel a little cold in the air,
And youre not anywhere.
Youre just another face, I used to know.
But there is still a chance to hold on to our love,
cos I gave you everything, everything I had.
Ooh, like it or not
You have done it this time
And like it or not, Ive had enough.
Ooh, like it or not
Theres a lot I could say
cos Ive got a lot on my mind.
It wont be very long
Youre just another face
That I once used to know
And I gave you everything,
But what have I got to show? oh oh
Oh, like it or not
You are out on the street
And like it or not
Thats where you will stay.
Oh, like it or not
Theres another thing darling,
Well I just could not stand another day
cos if you want to know,
That there is still a chance to hold on to our love
cos I gave you everything
Everything I had - everything I had.
Its been a long, been a long long time
Since I held anybody, since I loved anyone.
Oh its been a long, been a long long long time
But if Im right or if Im wrong, does it matter anyway?
Its been a long long long long time
Since I held anybody, since I loved anyone.
Ooh its been a long long long long time
But if Im right or if Im wrong, does it matter anyway?
Ooh its been a long long long long time
Since I held anybody, since I loved anyone.
Oh its been a long, been a long long long time
Im right, if Im wrong, does it matter anyway?
Its been a long long, long long long time
Since I held anybody, since I held anyone.
song performed by by Genesis
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Red book - The Rule Is You Must Say How You Really Feel.
Reading the red book. It tries to explain the rules of life. Never too fast, never too fast, it says it won't last. Burnt by the past. Some new so close to you. You must get to know them. Its a game you can slowly win. Bury your true feelings.
Reading the read book. It tries to explain the rules of life. Never to fast, never too fast. It says it won't last burnt by the past. We are all wearing masks. Time to take them off. Stop hiding behind your walls. It cost us all. It will be your down fall. Just another phone call. Meeting the face behind this stall. It has come to a sudden halt.
Reading the read book. It tries to explain the rules of life. Never too fast, never too fast. It says it won't last. Burnt by the past. Are we trying to hard? Are we faking this march? Are you trying to hide something underneath? Are you look for a little relief? Do you want me, and are afraid to say it? Denying our insides. They can't be alive. They just can't. And go back to the old dance.
Reading the red book. It tries to explain the rules of life. Never too fast, never too fast. It says it won't last. Burnt by the past. Memories ignite, previous passions locked up so tight. Are you willing? Are you giving in to obvious feelings. Let me know. And I won't go. Please stop the fruadlent show. Its faking thats so heart breaking. Is your heart aching? How can I make you understand this is your one and only chance. So please lets dance.
Reading the red book. It tries to explain the rules of the past. Never too fast, never too fast. It says it won't last. Burnt by the past. I have been burnt by the past.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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WikiLeaks Revelations
Journalists write miles about WikiLeaks but they don’t say much,
I’ve wasted hours reading this stuff and it reads like double dutch,
About so called secrets and gossip - insignificant and rough.
Haven’t seen anything worth reading yet and enough is enough.
It all seems to be a lot of newspaper and magazine noise,
Trying to maybe make something out of nothing and dramatize,
If you find something important there, let me know right away,
Please because I’d like to know at least before Columbus Day.
It seems as though the end of the world might be coming soon,
And we should start paying attention to WikiLeaks by noon,
Keep reading the WikiLeak stuff because there’s more coming our way,
It could be very important or maybe not as much as they say.
Dec 21st 2010
poem by James Bredin
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Copycats.
Whether ideas, appearance or speech
mere book reading or art-stuff
By imitation, display their weakness to you
Secretly adore u, are epigone bluff
So dear Copy Cat!
You actually making me Glad,
Empower me, making me the ONE
Very few are the Acheytypes
Rest are brainless Apes, hun!
Your stimulated acts, are unsaid compliments
as 'Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery'
try something original, its good
or I assume u've Outsourced your Battery
poem by Samima Shah
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Bring Me a Poem, Sing Me a Song
Sing me a song, read me a poem
Bring a poem, sing me a song
Sing me a "Je t'aime"
And don't stop reading the long
And beautiful poem that I composed for you
Oh! The moon is bright and the sky is blue
Keep on reading, keep on singing
Bring me the flowers of summer and spring
Keep on singing, keep on reading.
Canta me una bella canción.
Teach me a wonderful lesson.
Love is in the air, the poets are happy,
And the women at the beach are really pretty.
Bring me a poem, sing me a song;
This time, you cannot go wrong.
Sing me a song; read me a long poem,
So I can enjoy this fantastic season,
For the right and appropriate reason,
Because you just told me "Que tu m'aimes,
That you love me, Que tu me amas".
Tell me more; read me more, at last!
Sing me more, bring me more flowers,
More poems, more songs and more jitters.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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I Like The Rhymes
I like the rhymes of the old fashioned rhymers the men and women of ballad and song
One can sense the rhythm and music in their verses to the bardic tradition they belong
Though in the twenty first century seen by many as out of fashion reading the rhyming stuff I still enjoy
Easy to understand not esoteric I've loved them since I was a school going boy
I cannot claim to be a judge of poetry since I'm not one with literary degrees
I just like rhyming stuff with lots of rhythm perhaps I am an easy one to please
The stuff quite popular in the nineteen fifties now seen as doggerel since the death of rhyme
What's fashionable now in ten years may seem outdated suppose that everything does have it's time
I loved the rhyming poems of my schooldays though that was years ago and far away
Perhaps I'm behind the times in my thinking since I enjoy reading old rhymes today
But then 'tis our different ways that makes us more interesting if we all thought the same how boring we would be
For it surely would be the death of discussion if everyone on all things did agree.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Homage to his old lady, Lakshmi.
Long back, lived a lady aged ninety
And her maternal great grand son.
He loved her; she loved him.
No one loved him that much.
No one he loved that much.
At her age, no purpose for such love.
At his age, no reason for such love.
She was poor, alone, lived away.
He knows her as sunken, skinny, utter black,
With so much love, with no one to share with,
With no one to tend or care her.
She had unfailing power of reciting
Mile long mythological verses
That she got by hearing and not reading.
Herself starving, she took pain
To have come to him to feed him
With poorly made cakes and snacks.
She reproduced many, who, in turn, many, who, in turn, many.
None came by when she went insane.
He never saw her first son’s son
Ever see, love or care her at any stage,
With her eldest son dead young.
And with no respite with her youngest son,
Who was the constant tormentor.
She had a sad death, a miserable death.
Even now, after half a century,
He pities her, mourns her death.
Even now, he weeps for her.
Long live her parental grand children,
None of whom is in prosperity,
19.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When you cease from labour, fill up your time in reading, meditation, and prayer: and while your hands are labouring, let your heart be employed, as much as possible, in divine thoughts.
quote by David Brainerd
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Is It Wrong Me to Make You Love Me?
Is it wrong me to say I love you?
Is it wrong me to tell I miss you?
Is it wrong me to hold you tight?
Is it wrong me?
When rainbow of love sprang up again
In the long cold broken heart
Love does not bloom only for you
So share with me
Is it wrong me to say I love you?
Is it wrong me to tell I miss you?
Is it wrong me to hold you tight?
Is it wrong me?
Don't regret all winter's left
It won't come back even you turn the time
Love does not bloom only for her
Here I'm waiting
Is it wrong me to say I love you?
Is it wrong me to tell I miss you?
Is it wrong me to hold you tight?
Is it wrong me?
It's time for you to feel spring again
Look at my eyes, don't turn around
Love is not only just sorrow
There's happiness
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Love Potion
Chorus
I'll brew you a love potion
Even if it takes me five days
Five days would certainly be worth
All this pain you've secretly been giving me
But you didn't know it
End chorus
I'll wait for you by the fireside
Even if it takes me all night
All night would certainly be worth
Getting rid of this pain you've secretly been giving me
But you didn't know it
I'll brew you a love potion
Even if it takes me five days
Five days would certainly be worth
All this pain you've secretly been giving me
But you didn't know it
I'll sit with you, alone there
Sharing stories and trading laughs
Those laughs would all be worth
This pain you've secretly been giving me
But you didn't know it
I'll brew you a love potion
Even if it takes me five days
Five days would certainly be worth
All this pain you've secretly been giving me
But you didn't know it
Later on we'll sit there, old as dust
And you'll wish you could have willed me away
But I'll hold you close as we die
These days would certainly be worth
All this pain you've secretly been giving me
But you didn't know it
I'll brew you a love potion
Even if it takes me five days
Five days would certainly be worth
All this pain you've secretly been giving me
But you didn't know it
At the end of life I'll wish to bring
Those old days back from the dead
Relive them over and over again
When I brewed you that love potion
And it took me five days
Five days were certainly worth
All that pain you blasted me with
But you didn't know it
And now you know it
It's too late, you fell in love
You fell in love potion
Like the one I brewed for you