Body Snatchers
Twilight emisssary
Under a full round moon
Pregant from a white shining necessity
A goodness 'breeding'
Lips raised soft
Erect to feed
The so many hungry mouths
No this is no 'third world no mans land'
This is the desert of the heart
The scattered wilderness of unseeded souls
And they roll
Dustballs in a homeless desert
Searching out
For roots of barreness
Of snatched dreams
Of clawing earth
They break you down
To dust
To shell
Body snatched
One second from becoming flesh
From being a living single self perpetuating cell
yvette m smith dec 08
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Beneath A Desert Moon
From the mountains of the moon to the mighty delta
From the deserts of the West to the shining sea
Beneath the canopy of stars flowed the serpent river
Flowing through my father's land that he left to me
From the baker to the priest to the candle maker
From the highest to the low in my father's land
We make our offer to the sun 'fore the break of morning
Or else everything we have will just turn to sand
I have a lot to ask
I have a lot that I need to say
I have so much to do
And all I need is another day
From the soldier to the scribe to the carpet maker
All the different colored threads in a carpet loom
A woven tapestry of life is our mighty nation
This is the writing on the wall of my father's tomb
We have a lot to ask
We have a lot that we need to say
We have so much to do
And all we need is another day
Beneath the desert moon I call you
Beneath the desert moon I sing
Beneath the desert moon so lonely
I'm just a boy who would be king
With just the moon to guide us
We sometimes lose our way
If there's a light inside us
We'll follow, follow it to the brightness of the day
Every single blade of grass every yellow flower
Every ripple on the sea or the blue blue Nile
Every leaf on every tree every single creature
From the smallest little bird to the crocodile
We have a lot to ask
We have a lot that we need to say
We have so much to do
And all we need is another day
Beneath the desert moon I call you
Beneath the desert moon we sing
Beneath the desert moon we're waiting
Before the coming of the king
Beneath the desert moon that's sinking
We see the Eastern skies on fire
This is where darkness leaves
And shining waters fall
And let the shadows run
And we'll say, "welcome to the sun"
Brand new day...
From the mountains of the moon to the mighty delta
From the deserts of the West to the shining sea
Beneath the canopy of stars flowed the serpent river
Flowing through my father's land that he left to me
song performed by by Sting
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Amen
They raised the oak
Then let it gently sink into the soft dark earth
Soon your roots would be rekindled
Some brought candles
Some burnt fires
But no one could interpret the silence
For a sign
Poets sat in bars
At the same chair
Where they were always seated
Copywriting the space
Possessing a certain look
That wasn't theirs, yet...
The midwife nearly always arrived late
And birth was just a second from another death
The children stood laughing at the gate
yvette smith sept 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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A tissue's lament
Once a perfect soft white sheet
Now a crumpled smelly rag
Once a song on a serene windchime
Now a broken chord in a backroom bar
Once innocent wrapped up in my pure white bed
And sheets of a hundred others
On which I rested my angelic head
Hopes smashed
Dreams of serviette fame defeated
Now blown away
Under a barrage of vulgar sneezes
No gentle soft lips to tap and pamper after meals
Only rough hands that grab
With old food long congealed
My hope for better things shattered, scattered torn
My dreams of being a 'Hollywood handkerchief flattened
Alas! never born
Only a snotty nostril symphony plays for me
In inharmonious keys
Once used up, scrunched up, and forgotten,
But still I dream of better things,
If only I' been made from cotton!
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The Poor
God is with the poor
But do the poor know God is with them?
As they look out from the crowd
Lost in their 'man made prison'
God is with the poor
But do the poor know God is with them?
As they look up to the proud
Who looks back with derision
And who can tell the poor that God is with them?
He who paints angel wings on ragged backs?
Makes hungry mouths sing for their supper
He who nothing lacks?
Who poorer still can say God is with us?
When homeless turn away from too much fuss
But God is with them
Is he with us?
And poorer still in having more
But never having too much
Who can say then God is with us?
yvette smith
poem by Yvette Smith
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Be Good
Be a good person
Goodness has no tribe
Goodness has no village
Goodness has no other name
Goodness thrives on any land
In the desert
Goodness is oasis
In the wilderness
Goodness is a pathway
Goodness is required anywhere
It is food to man
It nourishes the giver
And gives happiness to the receiver
Goodness is pleasant
So be good
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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Imaginary Lover
Lover, you are not as I imagined
Though your skin like water,
Still flows through me
And the river drinks you in like a kiss
Yet untouched
I have loved you
In nakedness
I have found you
In clothes of flesh and bone
I have found you
Still
Undiscovered
Like a flower whose face upturned to the light
Shuts tight in darkness
I have found you
Wrapped in the bud of your own longing
And after you lover
After the the shining sun bowed to the moon
And the waves fell back into the sea
My soul travelled back to the shore
Without you
Only the shell of you remaining
Upturned in the sand
yvette smith dec 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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I am forever
I am forever the lover,
The loser
Life's dreamer
Streets walker
Smooth talker
I am forever in the journey of
An untouched sea
Seeming in calm
Soul quiet
Uncertain of the future
There will always be
I am forever the singer
The song
The poet
That travels light
The shapeshifter
Bearing those unseen promises
Who will carry this other world tonight?
I am forever the cracked glass
The shifting light
The moon dancing upon water
Thirsty and hungry
I am forever
The lonely
The lived in
The empty house
Full of noise and chattering bodies
The endless routine
I am forever the living
And the dead
Times traveller
Year taker
unseeing beauty
I am forever the living the breathing
Taking back
With one step
Full of empty
Living on
Knowing
I am forever
In the last sleep
In the arms of another
World to come.
yvette m smith 18.2.09
poem by Yvette Smith
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More Than?
more than speech reason
love contempt
A circuit of days
A round of drinks
A collection of letters
Words well said
More than a knee jerk reaction
An insidious reply
The automatic pen of an artist
A wave goodbye
Not waving but drowning?
A brain in a jar for arts sake
A fake tan a botoxed face
A stretch of words in a desert place
A name a place a star sign
More than a body in a bed
A closed eye
A doctrine on belief
An athiests reply
More than a grain of sand
A head full of dreams
A dandelion head blown into the wind
A particle of dust
A molecule of sky
More than, a you, an I
More than all imaginings
Oh what a piece of work is man
More, much more than this?
poem by Yvette Smith
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My Desert Serenade
(words & music by stan gelber)
Come here my serenade, my desert serenade
A lovers melody, to bring you close to me
Its a tender lullaby, born of golden sand and sky
The song is new, and its calling you
Tonight beside the desert palms
Come let me take you in my arms
Come here my serenade, my desert serenade
Wherever lovers dwell, it weaves its magic spell
Soon a thousand dreams will start,
And romance will fill your heart
My lips conceal, love thats warm and real
Give me a chance to hold you near
Youll see a brand new world appear
So come and hear, my desert serenade, my desert serenade,
My desert serenade
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Love
Love
More possessed than possessing
More confessed than confessing
I love you
Like a new pair of shoes
Like a pair of hands I cannot hold
Love more desired than desiring
More a balm of necessity
Than a fleeting kiss
What have I missed
In naming you?
Is this it
Love?
I love my cat
More than this
The stars are filled with bright shining souls
Who can name them?
Love
Your multiplicity illuminates the night sky
More than a love song
Love much more than this
Lovers sitting on a park bench ruminating
Under a canopy of bright golden leaves shining
Honeyed by the early morning dew
Who can love them more than this?
Love lends itself to me and you
We name and claim it for a time
And call it 'bliss'
yvette smith april 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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One Mans Fool
As the buildings crumble, tumble to the ground
And the dust-filled smoke rises in the air
You know that somebody somewhere looks with pride, theyre satisfied
To all who think they know
To everyone that knows that theyre right
Dyou ever wonder why
Dyou never ask the question even in the depths of night?
Now as the daylight fading ends another day
For too many life will never be the same
And it is all for the reason they will never understand
To all who think they know
To everyone that knows that theyre right
Dyou ever wonder why
Dyou never ask the question even in the depths of night?
And on the morning after do you realise
See the ruined faces and the ruined lives
Inside your head do you never have the thought a moment of doubt?
To all who think they know
To everyone that knows that theyre right
Dyou ever wonder why
Dyou never ask the question even in the depths of night?
There are only dreams one like any other
What means the earth to one or few means nothing to another
There are only dreams like any other
Drawing lines upon the sand, on the land, on the sea
Then dying to defend them seems quite meaningless to me
Dont you know what means the earth to some or only one
Can mean just nothing nothing nothing to another
There are only dreams like any other
There are only differences, worth living but not dying for
One mans joy makes another man weep
Nothing you can do is ever gonna change it
One mans saint is another mans fool
One mans hot is another mans cool
And when the war is over, won
Will there be peace for evermore?
Statues carved right out of stone, out of wood, made from gold
Praying for their mercy that wont save their souls
Dont you know what means the earth to some or only one
Can mean just nothing nothing nothing to another
There are only dreams like any other
There are only hopes and beliefs one like any other (there are only dreams like any other)
Worth living but not dying for
Living but not dying for not killing for
There are only dreams like any other like any other
To all of those who think that they know
All I can say yes all I can say
One mans joy makes another man weep
Nothing you can do is ever gonna change it
One mans saint is another mans fool
One mans hot is another mans cool
There are only dreams like any other
There are only hopes and beliefs, one like any other
There are only dreams like any other...
song performed by by Genesis
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Is This The World We Created?
Words and music by freddie mercury and brian may
Just look at all those hungry mouths we have to feed
Take a look at all the suffering we breed
So many lonely faces scattered all around
Searching for what they need
Is this the world we created?
What did we do it for?
Is this the world we invaded
Against the law?
So it seems in the end
Is this what were all living for today?
The world that we created
You know that every day a helpless child is born
Who needs some loving care inside a happy home
Somewhere a wealthy man is sitting on his throne
Waiting for life to go by
Is this the world we created?
We made it on our own
Is this the world we devastated
Right to the bone?
If theres a God in the sky looking down
What can he think of what weve done
To the world that he created?
song performed by by Queen
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I loved all the love away
I loved all the love away
Left with mine prodigal hand
Mine heart through my fingers play
To soft white sensual sand
In a desert of sheer famine
Bereft of love and love's sea
I scavenge the ground and examine
The desert of what's left of me
Nothing but white sand and shore
Where the moon tide's waves
move rippled sand of desert galore
to taunt and with will depraves
The love I need, but shows the love I had
Lost in the desert delusional I'm utterly mad…
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Enough Money Spent On Wars
What agony; accumulative emotive costs;
feed needle; soul destroying drug addictions?
What monstrous greed
cloaked in racial hatred;
fed with religious hatred
feeds covert wars justified?
When will we; with humanity feed;
with compassion; brothers sisters imprisoned;
in race conflict; poverty dying discarded;
in ignored horrors; extant third world?
Ban every earth war feed our poor
not capitalist corporate baron robbers;
glutted on global sly sweat shop wages
slum lord rents death reaped war profits?
Misery is waste residue of souls
which seek self pleasure materialism;
instead of gift of giving to others
oiled crimes greases palms capitalism.
It is still universally eternally true
it is better to give than to receive;
to sow sacred love not bile hatred
sow prosperity not starvation greed.
Enough money to buy drugs
to support epidemic addictions;
who will feed our suffering world?
Enough money spent on wars
to house all our earth's homeless;
who will house humanities homeless?
Who will feed the poor?
Ban every war feed the poor.
No need to ask who will bank on feed;
crime world exploitation materialism?
Spend money spent on wars
to house all earth's homeless;
feed our poor do not feed wars.
Souls who feed world materialism
will not house human immortal souls;
while flesh rots in blown away dust
in greedy winds of war greed lust.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Grand Central Lonely
At Grand Central 'lonely'
The workers are all going home
Leaving the dregs of the day
The littered side streets
The delinquent and the hobo
And the street musician
Those who are oblivious to time
Who move in and out of it
With drifting thoughts
More lonely than lonely?
These are the silhouettes
Leaving scattered patterns
Of broken stars
Their long forgotten
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Some twist and turn
Some shatter into dust and light
And in the sudden shift, dance with the living
colours cascading down bright rivers
Into a monet or a still life
In one last
'As if to say all men are born alone
They will depart this way'
Yet we who have the' light of the living'
Who shake the dust off the dregs of the day
Who hold no candle for the lost
But carry the same solitary journey
In punctuated arrivals and departures
Have we forgotten that god is in their eyes?
They leave no traces
But in their dreams,
Are they not the angels who have come to warn us?
yvette smith march 2009
poem by Yvette Smith
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Imagine
Imagine I am mourning
And all day
Wear the day like darkness
Returning to the map
The insidious streets
A body full of tears
Vibrant
And bright as a jewel
Such things shine
Always after rain
Imagine I was mourning
and the day was a white gown
And each sigh
Winging towards
Heaven
yvette m smith sept 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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A Twin
the vastness of love
can be a desert
or a wild forest
in the desert the winds
of emptiness blows
all day
in the wild forest the
heavy rains pour
all year round
in said places
time like sand spills
people imagine all the
ghosts of pains
and so i wonder
what love really is
in the vast forest
a bee complains that it is homeless
a butterfly cries on broken wings
in the desert the skull of a horse
is watched by still
hungry vultures
after all
what happened
so, is pain actually love's
twin sister?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Desert Plains
Full moon is rising
The sky is black
I need your call Im coming back
The road is straight cast
Winds in my eyes
The engine roars between my thighs
From desert plains I bring you love
From desert plains I bring you love
Wild mountain thunder
Echoes my quest
My body aches but Ill not rest
Quartz light to guide me
Till sunrise leads
My passion screams, my heart it bleeds
From desert plains I bring you love
From desert plains I bring you love
Then in the distance
I see you stand
On the horizon you raise your hand
In burning rubber
I end my quest
You fall into my arms at last
From desert plains I bring you love
From desert plains I bring you love
song performed by by Judas Priest
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I Begin Again
and so i begin again
from the cold winds of my desert nights
where there is no moon where there are no stars in the skies
i rest on the sands and lay my head there
waiting for tomorrow
tonight i must again think of you
the face that makes my blood move like running water
on dried river beds
on emptied wells
on fields cracked by too much dryness
tonight i recall again
the first kiss from your innocent lips
your soft hands holding my body
your words of love comforting me to always move on
and always be strong and confident
deep in this lonely night
i close my eyes
i enter another world before tomorrow comes
this world of dreams
where we kiss and make love again for
another beginning
it is dark and so silent and then the desert begins to sing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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From The Love To The Love!
Dust is full of mites, microbes and earth,
When we smell it we may sneeze and get flu,
When we blow it, we may spread it near and afar,
What vertebrate could have come out of it?
Dust is the dust that can hold water and minerals,
To feed and nourish the plants, thus the animals,
Man retrieves all goodness from these two,
And proclaim himself as the savior of the universe.
Constant changes in our bodies define us as living, getting old,
We are vulnerable to various threats, but we are protected to be safe,
We are what the dust can hold, the water and minerals,
But we are not from the dust, as the myth and missionaries told.
From the womb to the dust, we progress day by day,
From the clean slate to the scribbled souls, we get stained,
The story of dust should be dusted out and rewritten,
Evolution of human from the love to the love, be ascertained.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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