My Inner Shaka
Watered eyes and wings…
I remember that…Chaka…
Lives within us all…
Separated by the Ocean…
Yet…not separated at all…
Many years have gone pass…
Yet I still last…
From the scars on my back…
Sleeping in a ships sack…
Let freedom…ring…
And yet…my soul still sings…
The past I see very well…
Living in today’s hell…
My flying wings swell…
While being jailed…
Seeking to derail…
That crazy, crazy tale…
Watered eyes…
Read and I learn…
Flying high and not…
Forgetting…
While forgiving…
Our world is under the sky…
We all know history…lie…
Not to let many fly…
Is that the reason…why…
Women cry out…
Because there is…less…
A man…
Doing what he can…
Not reading or learning…
To fly in the blue of heaven…
Seeking that wrong…
Destructable…life style…
Dying alone country mile…
Lacking remorse…
Smiling without a clue…
Wake up brother…
I speak of YOU…
Whisperkwane
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Subliminal or Not That is The Q
Are women wild by choice...?
Or by a subliminal push...
So I ask in a different way...
Are women exploited...
Because that is there choice...?
Or is sublimunal that voice...
Bear with me ladies...
Don't beam up just yet...
Just think about that...
Look at the teenage female...
Today...
Is her mother...
The reason for the things...
She say...
Why so young...
When they run away...
Did her mother tell her...
she was old enough or...
She is ready for rice...
Remember she has been watching...
T.V. all of your life...
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Livin' In The Past
Happy, and I'm smiling, walk a mile to drink your water.
You know I'd love to love you, and above you there's no other
We'll go walking out while others shout of war's disaster.
Oh, be forgiving, let's go living in the past.
Once I'd used to join in every boy and girl was my friend.
Now there's revolution but they don't know what they're fighting.
Let us close out eyes. Outside their lives go on much faster
Oh, be forgiving, we'll keep living in the past.
Oh, be forgiving, let's go living in the past.
Oh, no, no, be forgiving, let's go living in the past
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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All For One
A sweet little lady...
With two names...
They both see the world different...
But yet the same...
They share a smile...
That would light up the world...
A country mile...
One has class...
The other style...
A young Queen are they...
One a worker...
While the other at play...
We shall call that one Nana...
Mind working over time...
Adrian/SO fine.
Wisdom is her mark...
She is so mentally smart...
Tall and Tan...
Quiet and re-fine...
Could they both...
Be before there time?
whisperkwane
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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What You Thinking
Crying…
Beating yourself up…
Cause you think you got it so bad…
How sad…
You better be glad…
That you really ain’t…
Been had…
And you really believe you are mad…
Look at the people around you…
Those much worst off then you…
Them you feel sorry for…
So you say you are…
Having troubles with your boo…
Who in the hell are you…?
With food on your plate…
And late for a date…
Swearing you can’t congregate…
Went and bought a pair of…
New shoes…
You had that to choose…
Now think about who’s really loose…
Crazy cause you say you got…
Nothing to wear…
Damn girl! Do you really care…
Lights on over night…
Those without lights…really have…
The plight…
Your world is truly lit…
The commander and chief…
Is a black man…
Can’t…you fine it in your…
Heart to stand…
Help someone’s freedom to ring…
On your cell phone…
You sing and sing and sing…
Cause…
Your troubles really ain’t no thang…
Cause… when you…
Think about…
It…
You’ve got that swing…
See…it really ain’t that…
Ding a ling…
Whisperkwane
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Time Is Not Our Cage (Gabry Ponte Power Cut)
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
and forever we go on
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
Born to be forever young
Children of eternity
Always searching for a faster race
Defeating what time wants to be
There's no king
In this place
Like a star that belongs to the sky
And the times are our names in your mind
Our souls are the wings as we fly
Against time
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
and forever we go on
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
Born to be forever young
Just like an old song that's playing a tune
That revives what seems lost in the past
With dignity fighting for whom
In a way
Wants to last
Like a friendship of 10 years ago
That is frozen inside of a picture
That tomorrow can cancel and go
Against time
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
and forever we go on
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
born to be forever young
Free as a soul is
Far beyond all the boundries of time
Its you mark that lives on
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
and forever we go on
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
born to be forever young
song performed by by Eiffel 65
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Touche
Wow! Your mate…
Your partner…
That queen whom you share…
With God…
You ever think…how she…
Is every woman…
Her dress and or style…
Has you see many…
Women in her…
As to relate too…
She is a little “Ruth”
She is a little “Esther”
She is a little…jazabel…
(lol…for your eyes only)
There is a little of “Diane“…
And a whole lot of “Mary”…
Then queen Claudia surface…
I need never be…lonely
Or want for anything…
For my queen is the woman of my dreams…
Whisperkwane
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Dental Hygienist
Dental Hygienist
I met Debbie today...
On my trip to the V.A.(Veterans Hospital)
Which I was going to delay...
She...hosted me with a smile...
And lecturing me all the while...
In her very polite Debbie style...
She...the Dental Hygienist...
During more then her...
Job...
She was not a hob...nob...
But a 'good will bob'
And this day there was a smile and hell...
As we talked... she...
Wished me well...Keeping that smile...
On her face...
Even during my disgrace...
Making me feel this is the place...
A refuge if you will...
Giving me peace and still...
I am glad I met...Debbie...
A reflextion of women past...
A true hygienist with...
Class...
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My Soul Lives With You In Your Dream
I'm thinking of you every day,
And seeking meaning of you in everything,
When i close my eyes to sleep at night,
My soul start seeking you in your dream.
I am the flower from your dream,
That scent to you amazing fragrance,
I wrapped you with my charm and beauty,
And let you to enjoy me every dream you have it.
When my eyes are tired and closing for sleep,
My soul awakes in me and seeking your soul in everything,
In the darkness of life you are my hope and happiness,
When do you sleep my soul lives with you in your dream.
My soul found you in your dream,
And dancing tenderly your soul,
A lovely love story of two souls,
That found each other in a crazy world.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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The Separated Women
THE Separated Women
Go lying through the land,
For they have plenty dresses,
And money, too, in hand;
They married brutes and drunkards
And blackguards “frightful low”,
But why are they so eager
For all the world to know?
The shamed and ill-used woman
Who really longs to die,
She slaves at home in silence
And hides her poor black eye!
She lives a life of terror
Eased off at times in woe—
But why is she so frightened
That any one might know?
The Separated Woman
She rushes to the court,
Sad, shabby and pathetic,
Or flaunting or distraught;
The real wronged wife would rather
Lose both eyes and her hair—
She swears a lie to save him
When he is taken there.
The Separated Woman
She mostly goes the same,
Bag-woman, sham-nurse, “pretty”,
Or on her husband’s name;
The real loafed-on woman,
With courage almost grim,
“Goes out” and takes in washing
To keep the kids—and him.
The Separated Woman—
I knew her course so well:
“The Stage”, then first-class barmaid,
Then third-class bar—and hell:
And “hell” means all things vicious
That prey upon the town
(She wishes her poor husband
Had sometimes knocked her down).
Masseur and manicurist,
Or anything by chance,
They vilify their husbands—
And draw the maintenance.
Sham artists, “music teachers”—
Oh! they are flinty nuts!
Their friends are man-shaped crawlers
And lower than the dust.
The separated “Monsters”
Are missing from the tale—
They seem to have cleared out—or,
Perhaps they are in gaol.
The separated husband
Is heard of here and there,
A mild and decent citizen
And mostly bowed with care.
The Separated Women,
When upset in the track,
Are often very eager
To take the “Monster” back.
They’ve moved all hell to crush him
And, startled, find too late
The Monster’s grown content with
The separated state.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Our Past Our future
My heart is filled with…
The bitter sweetness of…
My past…our past…
I want to change the way…
I smile…
At me and my past…our past
There are things I must…
Not forget as well as…
Forget…
I am a queen from…
My motherland…
Which I am separated from…
And yet…
I am still a queen…your queen
Still the gift…
My respect shell stand…
Know that my black man…
Your hands belong not…
On me in an abusive way…
Loving me is okay…
God created us…
You an I…
For each other…
To respect, love, and built up
One another…
The whole world is our…
Play ground…our living room
Together we are the next…
Ship to the moon…
We are history…
In the making…
My love for you…
Powers me in many ways…
And yet., .
Your disrespect warns me not…
What am I to do…
You can’t keep driving over my foot…
And expect for me…
Not to respond…
I am queen…
Your queen…
And has been from the beginning…
You my dear black male…
Must work on your respect…
Toward me…
For I am you…
I live for you…
I educate myself for you…
You must work to keep…
Me happy…
Respect of me is your first job…
Know that…
And keep me in your bed…
Forget that and we …
WE are DEAD…
Whiseprkwane
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Flying Without Wings
Everybody's looking for that something
One thing that makes it all complete
You find it in the strangest places
Places you never knew it could be
Some find it in the face of their children
Some find it in their lover's eyes
Who can deny the joy it brings
When you find that special thing
You're flying without wings
Some find it sharing every morning
Some in their solitary lives
You find it in the words of others
A simple line can make you laugh or cry
You find it in the deepest friendship
The kind you cherish all you life
And when you know how much that means
When you find that special thing
You're flying without wings
So impossible as it may seem
You've got to fight for every dream
'Cause who's to know
Which one you let go
Would have made you complete
Well for me it's waking up beside you
To watch the sunrise on your face
To know that I can say I love you
In any given time or place
It's little things that only I know
Those are the things that make you mine
And it's like flying without wings
'Cause you're my special thing
I'm flying without wings
And you're the place my life begins
And you'll be where it ends
I'm flying without wings
And that's the joy you bring
I'm flying without wings
song performed by by Westlife from Westlife
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Flying Without Wings - Westlife
Everybody's looking for that something
One thing that makes it all complete
You'll find it in the strangest places
Places you never knew it could be
Some find it in the face of their children
Some find it in their lover's eyes
Who can deny the joy it brings
When you've found that special thing
You're flying without wings
Some find it sharing every morning
Some in their solitary lives
You' ll find it in the words of others
A simple line can make you laugh or cry
You'll find it in the deepest friendship
The kind you cherish all your life
And when you know how much that means
You've found that special thing
You're flying without wings
So impossible as they may seem
You've got to fight for every dream
'Cause who's to know
Which one you let go
Would have made you complete
Well, for me it's waking up beside you
To watch the sunrise on your face
To know that I can say I love you
In any given time or place
It's little things that only I know
Those are the things that make you mine
And it's like flying without wings
'Cause you're my special thing
I'm flying without wings
And you're the place my life begins
And you'll be where it ends
I'm flying without wings
And that's the joy you bring
I'm flying without wings!
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Flying Away?
i like to see the image of a lone bird flying away from me
two steady wings carrying a very light body of blue feathers
a kingfisher flying away against the morning sun
moving nowhere getting farther until it becomes a blue dot
dissolving in the distance that your eyes can no longer see
i sometimes like to think i am that bird flying away
from where i am
because this place is sad and cruel
i like to fly away
to leave everything behind me and then simply forget
and make new beginnings
as easy as that
sometimes however i ask myself:
where shall i go?
nowhere?
just nowhere?
where is nowhere?
just fly away and go
and leave and
then what?
i ask myself these real questions
calling for rational answers
begging
that i be reasonable enough with my life
and the life of others
who also depend
on me
it is not an easy stuff,
just flying away to nowhere and destruct
everything i build here:
a nest, an odor of familiarity,
a sense of home
(though sad and cruel)
a name for myself
a reputation
a family history
an ancestral domain
shall i go then and be foolish?
i am not a bird, i am a man
that is a very serious existence apart from those feathery wishes and dreams
with responsibilities, i have no wings just arms, i have no feathers
but this body
i am not just a bird, i have a soul
and so i decided to stay
with you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wings Of Love
I was living in a daydream
Letting time a days my mind
I didnt know what I was missing
Till you came into my life
When I saw you pretty girl
Felt as going inside
When I kissed you pretty girl
Felt you lighted up my mind
Boy Im crying
Im on the wings of love
And I know that
It comes from junior love
All in hands we walk together
Nothings gonna make us fast
But our love wil lives forever
If the sun thats in our heart
Making love is also sweet
Were lost in each others eyes
And I bought infinity
That the one turnes to life
Boy Im flying
Im on the wings of love
And I know that
It comes from junior love
Now Im living in a lovedream
Time and days are passing by
Now I realy know what love is
I cant help smiling all the time
When youre with me pretty girl
I feel your warmth by my side
When you touch me pretty girl
Brings that joy often high
Boy Im flying
Im on the wings of love
And I know that
It comes from junior love
(and I know that
It comes from junior love)
song performed by by Level 42
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Renaissance Woman
Like the bird from the fire…
Re-birth is a desire…
No more dancing…
To be viewed…
And no more getting screwed…
Respect on site…
Be it day or night…
And yes will sometimes…
Be no…
Even in a hot flash…
My no you can’t trash…
Renaissance woman…
Are the women of yesterday?
The woman of today…
And surely the women of tomorrow…
Rolled into one…
Whisperkwane
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Broken Angel
So small, yet still so proud
At night before he dreams he looks into the clouds
A high flyer's what I want to be
Seems they won't let me, says I'm too small
I don't feel small at all
Break my dreams, that's what they'll do
Well I'm going to run away and learn to fly like you
I'm going to go so high and swoop so low
You can't bring me down, going to be so proud
Little angel you got to learn to fly
Get up and earn your wings tonight
Little angel just look in my eyes
Get up and earn your wings tonight
Push and shove then climb aboard
This is the shuttle train to the top of the world
When you look around what do you see
These are all high flyers
But none of these high flyers look like me
What is that supposed to mean
What am I supposed to be
I pull my way up through this crowd
To find your body crushed on the ground
It's so obvious, why couldn't you see
That you can't go high flying without a pair of high-flyer wings
Little one's broken lying on the ground
Trying to get up 'till his last breath out
Wings are strewn everywhere, there's blood all around
'Cause even angel's die, but that light just fades
It's so sad, but he'd be so proud
Broken angel you've got to learn to fly
Get up and earn your wings tonight
Broken angel just look in my eyes
Get up and earn you wings tonight
Get up and earn your wings, earn your wings tonight.
song performed by by Hanson
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Across The Red Sky
Across the red sky two birds flying,
Flying with drooping wings.
Silent and solitary their ominous flight.
All day the triumphant sun with yellow banners
Warred and warred with the earth, and when she yielded
Stabbed her heart, gathered her blood in a chalice,
Spilling it over the evening sky.
When the dark plumaged birds go flying, flying,
Quiet lies the earth wrapt in her mournful shadow,
Her sightless eyes turned to the red sky
And the restlessly seeking birds.
poem by Katherine Mansfield
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Good News
my friends i am back
from a long lull, a sleep for years
rip van winkled, i wake up
discovering wings on my feet like Mercury
on my shoulders like Michael,
my friends, i could not wait to use this gift
i am flying! i am flying! on to the swift wings of
poetry!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pity Sex
How can a woman be...
True to a man...
Even if he is doing all...
He can...
A woman can't make a promise...
Of any worth...
If she is still seeking her inner woman...
Which is the brains of her office...
Her over-seerer...
her heart of gold...
With esteem a'la'mode...
Pretty... yet rough...
Easy...yet tough...
Nice but not to nice...
Unless...she is trying...
To crack the ice...
Bringing to the table...
Any table...her able...
Be It mother...wife...
daughter...
Your friend girl...
Not toy world...
Lay it out front...
No need for a stunt...
Nor a hunt...
She rules...until her heart choose...
Then her inner thinking cap...
Comes into view...
Letting her know just whats right...
To do...
Mmm..sack...
Mmmm...that would be wracked...
He respects I grant him that...
As long as (we) share the HAT...
Can many men deal with that? ? ? /
Mmmm...so here I sit...
I do not complain concerning it...
Whisperkwane
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Mmmm...I
The continued contact...
You meet someone...
You start to think...
Should I..or should I not...
And why do you think that?
Because it feels good...
To you all over...
The talk...
The touch...
The waiting...
That is so good...you think...
That you should not...
But at the same time...
You think that you should...
You are respected...
By the concern shown you...
Mist fills the spot...that's hot...
And it should not...
Or should it...
Just remember it's all good...
When you are respected...
Then maybe you should...
And would...If it was not only...
For that one night...
Or that one day...
That should, moment of play...
Relax...
Enjoy it in that way...
What does your inners say?
Well! what the hell...
Only your insides can really tell...
Being respected is swell...
But sometimes you just want to yelllllllllllll...
And...
Leave out the details...
Even the orange juice and toast...
whisperkwane
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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