Jealousy
Never at heart's ease
Should one be greater
Than her
This green eyed other self-
Twin sister of love.
Born from lack of self confidence
Grows into the proud child
Of envy that perverts the mind
feels pleasure in the reverse,
Cruel as the grave,
Can endure its own despair
But not neighbour's hope.
To ignore the force of jealousy
Is to deny the gravity
Of this strange passion.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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Tale of Mind and Heart
My mind grows old
my heart grows young
my mind tortures my heart
my heart softens my mind
Oh cruel fate come sit beside me
take my heart into your hands
like a everlasting torment from you
come change my mind in hope
and maybe even take my heart too
like a battering ram on the castle wall
is my mind upon the cages of my heart
awakening me from this slumber
moving me into a new era of passion
poem by Branden Aeling
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I DON'T ENVY WOMEN 2...by talile ali
I DON'T ENVY WOMEN
NO I DON'T
THE STUFF THEY HAVE TO GO THRU
I DON'T ENVY WOMEN
NO I DON'T
HOW COULD REALITY BE SO CRUEL
I GOT A FRIEND
CUTE AS HELL
I'LL LOVE HER TILL THE BITTER END
BEEN RAPED SO MUCH
LOOKED TO GOOD TO TOUCH
MESSED UP PRICE FOR A PRETTY FACE, MY FRIEND
I DON'T ENVY WOMEN
NO I DON'T
THE SHIT THEY HAVE TO GO THRU HURTS SO MUCH
I DON'T ENVY WOMEN
NO I DON'T
HOW COULD REALITY BE SO CRUEL AND TRUE
I HAVE ANOTHER FRIEND
ALL OVER THE PLACE
AS IF SHE LOST HER MIND
WITH HEAVY FLOWS
AND HORMONE WOES
IT'S A MIRACLE SHE'S NOT DYIN
I DON'T ENVY WOMEN
NO I DON'T
THE STUFF THEY GO THRU BECAUSE WE JUST DON'T
I DON'T ENVY WOMEN
NO I DON'T
THE BRAINLESS CRUELTY JUST SIMPLY WON'T
THESE GIRLS I KNOW
THEY ALL OWN MY HEART
TO KNOW SUCH GREAT DESPAIR IS BEYOND JUST FAIR
NEVER KNOWING
A MOMENTS PEACE
AND UNTROUBLED LOVE THAT THEY CAN NEVER SHARE
I DON'T ENVY WOMEN
NO I DON'T
THE STUFF THEY ALL HAVE TO GO THRU
I DON'T ENVY WOMEN
NO I DON'T
HOW COULD THEIR LIFE BE SO CRUEL
poem by Talile Ali
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The World Has Grown So Grey
THE world has grown so grey, love,
The weary world so wide;
And autumn seems to stay, love—
'T was autumn when you died.
And everything is strange and new,
For all my world has died with you—
It lacks the light you gave.
And sad-eyed dusk awaits alway,
And the nights wedge in the narrow day
Like the walls of an open grave!
It was so cruel to go, love,
To leave me at your grave;
For Death can never know, love,
How hard 't is to be brave.
Sometimes I smile, my tears between,
For I see the still-born Might-Have-Been
That to your breast you've ta'en.
But memory wakes with a sudden start,
And the naked truth knells at my heart—
And the world grows grey again!
poem by Arthur Henry Adams
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Envy and Admiration
Oh how I envy my sister
Every time she talks
Every time she walks
Every time she goes somewhere
I envy my sister every minute of the day
She talks like there’s no stopping her
She owns her walk all the time
She gets to have freedom to go wherever she wants
She gets to drive when she wants to
She is the lucky sister that I very much envy
But yet I still admire her with all of my heart
I admire her for her strength
I admire her for her willingness to speak out
I admire her for her ability to stand out in the crowd
She is the sister that I admire every minute of the day
How can I envy and admire her both?
She makes my insides fill with jealousy
But yet she fills my heart and brain with admiration
After confessing this, I still feel envy and admiration for my older sister…will it ever end? ? ?
poem by Casey Lyon
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Jealousy
It wasnt really nothin
I was just trying to have some fun
I let my guard down, I just turned round
Someone slashed me with a razor tongue
Its a strange situation
Im not quite sure what it means
The one I admire, my simple desire
Smothered by a love gone green
Must be jealousy, must be cause it sounds like
Jealousy, must be cause it looks like
Jealousy, must be cause it smells like
Jealousy, must be cause it feels like
Eyes are drilling holes in the back of your head
Someones got the number of your death bed, stepping into
Jealousy
Youre ready for a comeback
Youre back on your feet again
You think youre out from under
You hear a crack of thunder
Someone stabs you with a poison pen
If you try fightin dirty
Just try to keep it clean
cause no amount of trying and no amount of crying
Can save you from a love gone green
Must be jealousy
End of the dance and the loss of innocence
Jealousy drags me to my knees
Battered by a love gone green
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Love is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.... Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love the greater the jealousy.
Robert Heinlein in Stranger in a Strange Land
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Sister of Heart
Sister of heart
Sister of soul
How can I tell you
what my mind knows
To explain my reasoning
Is a distasteful seasoning
Sister of heart
Sister of soul
Sister of mind
that is unknown
When I am falling
It's you I am calling
To ease the pain
You keep me sane
Sister I love
I hurt as well
I cause pain to swell
in your heart
Sister I know
we don't always see
each other perfectly
But try I will
endeavor I shall
The laughs and love
I'll never forget
the day we met
Sister of mind
Sister of soul
It's you I shall always owe
My gratitude
My protection
Sister of pain
I will share mine
and take yours far away
Sister of anger
Hatred is fine
but keep close in mind
also is forgiveness divine
Forever or longer
I will not let our differences
change our hearts
Forever together
sooner apart
Sister of soul
Sister of heart
poem by Sareeah Keelyn
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(Beat By) Jealously
Who was with you - where you been?
Baby it can't be this again
I can't cool it 'cos I can't win it with you
Words like punches - things we said
Under the belt and in the head
Down for the count in a cold cold bed
Beat by jealousy
Jealousy - jealousy
Stanglehold - love can't breathe
Let me be - set me free
Jealousy
You won't hear what I imply
What you say - I won't buy
You deny but you lie
Jealousy
Jealousy - jealousy
Stanglehold - love can't breathe
Let me be - set me free
Jealousy
Down suspicious - torn in doubt
Dirty vicious - knock me out
Danger
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When I Think Of Birds
When I think of birds I think of forms-
liberation in the sky
unfettered wings flying high
When I think of love
I think of passion
and of pain
When I think of death
If I think of death
I think of death
When I think of you
I think your song is true
warming icy rain
I look at pleasure
and look at pain
I look at laughter in the rain
I look at hope
and at despair
I pray, I never make it there
You are my pleasure
and my pain
you are my laughter in the rain
Words, my love, do not fail
you are my passion
greater than all flesh
you are my hope
you are my death
poem by Walter Durk
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Love Is A Mystery to me
Love can be a cruel, demanding master
While at the same time be a delicious delight
Can shatter one’s heart as if twas fragile alabaster
evoke sensuous pleasure or vicious bite
A thing you can’t see, or in your hand hold
Can make your heart race, or come to a stop
A forceful phantasm, which one can’t control
Can make spirits soar, can cause tears to drop
Can make you say things, you should not say out loud
Can make you say things, to whom you should not
Can embarrass you deeply, or make you feel proud
Unleash your emotions, or tie your heart in a knot
Love has the power to make you do things
Nonsensical, idiotic or brash
Love has the power to give one’s heart wings
Or to plunge into despair with a crash
All suffer from it, everyone is susceptible
No one’s above it, love’s impossible to deny
At some given time, everyone is vulnerable
The only release from love is to die
Love’s an emotion without any boundary
Love is a force with which to be reckoned
From the love for one’s country
To the love for one’s children…
Love is a mystery to me.
poem by David Whalen
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Life with hope
The emptiness is closing, creeping, crushing all hope I have to keep on living.
When I have nothing left to believe in and I think I can go no more. Hope is enough to keep me alive.
Giving me strength I didn't know I had.
But we can live on hope and dreams cause with hope I can endure, for it is the perfect cure.
The heart is a womb were hope is born it is conceived in the mind. Hope is a quest to be free an open door or a key.
It will keep you strong in times of despair and just when you think you're all alone in the end hope will be there.
poem by Lleyson Hernandez
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Rondel
Strengthen, my Love, this castle of my heart,
And with some store of pleasure give me aid,
For Jealousy, with all them of his part,
Strong siege about the weary tower has laid.
Nay, if to break his bands thou art afraid,
Too weak to make his cruel force depart,
Strengthen at least this castle of my heart,
And with some store of pleasure give me aid.
Nay, let not Jealousy, for all his art
Be master, and the tower in ruin laid,
That still, ah Love! thy gracious rule obeyed.
Advance, and give me succour of thy part;
Strengthen, my Love, this castle of my heart.
poem by Charles Duke of Orleans
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I Have Mothered It All
My children, you are all grown up,
And walk tall with ease and confidence.
I am and I was, as I was long before,
Change for me meant no change at all.
Hope and despair, pain and pleasure,
I have known as my own limbs.
I bore you with hope when faced with despair,
The pain of bearing you was pleasure to me.
To your father, I was only an object,
Of desire, of service; a cushion and a doormat,
I could not raise my eyes or my voice,
To complain, to pray, implore or cry out.
Deaf and dumb I became in matrimony,
I know love is to give and ask not for returns.
Surrender I did to wishes of one and all,
My desires I bundled and threw them off.
Motherhood is all this and probably more,
Options I never had and care no more.
Let peace be with you and with me turmoil,
Swayed and uprooted I would dissolve.
poem by Ramesh Adwant
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No Crime in Passion
There is no crime in passion,
only if jealousy perceives it be.
Passion means love,
an outpouring of emotions there.
The green-eyed monster
only arises
if an angry confrontation flares.
(18 June 2007)
poem by David Harris
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Neighbour
Neighbour
is good
Friend...
Neighbour is
good relation...
Neighbour is
Your brother...
Neighbour is
Your sister...
Neighbour is
Your mother...
Neighbour is
father and gran father...
All are thear...
Neighbour is
Not neighbour...also
your family...
Love it...
Help it...
Enjoy it...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Family Disease
the curse of siblig rivalry,
usually arrives with the second child
Cain marked Esau disinherited
Joseph in the well
loves his brother, loves his sister
hugs them a bear's embace,
in the hierarchy of love
preference and guilt,
cancer of jealousy,
jungle of emotions
hot and furious, branding,
brotherly love and sisterly envy
struggle for affection and property,
clinical and pathological,
and yet the sclaes of justice
sing of sacrifice
sympathy and compassion,
friendship beautiful and rewarding,
why then an only child,
contracts the disease of jealousy
poem by Shimon Weinroth
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Twin Souls
Were I your sister I would comfort you,
for you are lost and alone
crying out for direction
with none to lean on.
Were you my brother I would cherish you
take you to my heart,
nurture you, teach you
guide you home.
Were I a stranger I would ignore you,
pass you by, let you bleed
in streets where people go
but never meet.
Sadness falls upon us both
for the world is cruel
and you and I are apart
but twin souls.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Cold is The Heart
Cold is the heart of the man who lets no one into his life.
Cold is the heart of the woman who has lost her love.
Cold is the heart of the girl who is better than everyone around her.
Cold is the heart of the man who fights only for himself.
Cold is the heart of the Teenager who needs and wants no one in his life.
Cold is the heart of the cocky young man.
Cold is the heart of the Criminal who is not forgiven for what he has done.
Cold is the heart of the Widow who is left alone in this world.
Cold is the heart of the woman angry at love.
Cold is the heart of the angry young man.
Cold is the heart of the one who does not laugh, and will not smile.
Cold is the heart of the woman who feels no love, and feels no pain.
Cold is the heart of the Businessman who claws his way to the top.
Cold is the heart of the child who feels left out while the others play.
Cold is the heart of the man who denies his emotions freedom.
Coldness in the heart is an absence of love.
It is the feeling of Loneliness,
The presence of Anger,
The lack of Respect,
And the loss of emotion.
It is found in the joyless,
In the emotionless,
And in the inhospitable.
It is a trait of the passionless,
Of the unconcerned,
Of the unsympathetic,
And in those who deny the truth.
But through love any heart can be warmed.
poem by Trever Barlow
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Sidewalk Haibun
The story goes that when the ragged man came into
Papa's bakery and asked for a crust of day-old bread,
my sister cursed him and ran him out into the cold.
'For Christ's sake, get out and stay out! Homeless
bum! ' Before gray morning light and the last snowflake,
I lost a sister to owl-eyed despair and a father to
a final sleep in his room over the bakery.
owl-eyed sister
thorn in my heart-
drifting
skintight jeans
see-through blouse-
in lieu of hairshirt
a wilted spring flower
rue anemone-
rue for you and me
dearest sister
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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Way Of Life
Birth is to Death
Like East is to West
Pain is to Love
Like Greed is to Wealth
A family mourn
A child is born
The child is taught
This child cannot be Bought
The child grows
His words flow
His eyes wander
As his mind ponders
The teen grows
His legacy grows
His career escalates
His family evacuates
The Man grows
The family, frighten
The noose tightens
A family mourn
poem by Corey Fauchon
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