Bedazzled Was I
Bedazzled
was I- with your eye
Bedazzled
were you- with my view?
If bedazzlement
ever again happen:
Can I
say 'hi'?
Can you
continue?
Beadazzled Corner, Washington DC-US
October 24,2005
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Frail & Bedazzled
So
Now listen here
I wanna be
Oh so clear
I lost my soul
Lost Ill stay
Between your hands
And my beliefs
And here I am
Frail
Frail and bedazzled from all the glare
Tug
At my sleeve
My little girl
Supermaid
She dont know
That I have
Stole my smile
From a cheshire cat
And all I wanted
Was to be a man
Since I gave up
I feel free
I feel free
I feel free
I feel free
Two of us
Thats dangerous
Its all inside our heads
Givin in for nothin less
Leavin me for him
Try to understand
The ones I love
And their demands
Its so unfair
When they cant see
That Im the boy
Who really needs
Their love
I suppose
Frail and bedazzled from all the
Frail and bedazzled from all the
Frail and bedazzled from all the glare
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins
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Bedazzled
Poetry I love you
you parade in front of me
I am bedazzled.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Unsaddle From That Herd
Why does your life appear to be lived,
So rough...
And,
So severe.
You are casting broken shadows too.
And rattled from your battles.
Your shoulders droop and your mind loopy.
You are casting broken shadows and rattled,
From your battles.
Unsaddle from that herd,
That has you gathered like it matters.
And bedazzled by branding cattle addicts.
Those fanatics who have long been at it.
Don't weaken to submerge,
Into a deep sleep unneeded.
One with ease would be reachable.
But one you should not seek.
Why does your life appear to be lived,
So rough...
And,
So severe.
You are casting broken shadows too.
And rattled from your battles.
Unsaddle from that herd,
That has you gathered like it matters.
And bedazzled by branding cattle addicts.
Those fanatics who have long been at it.
Don't weaken to submerge,
Into a deep sleep unneeded.
One with ease would be reachable.
But one you should not seek.
Today you must remain awake.
Force your mind to operate,
At its optimum peak.
And unsaddle from that herd,
That has you gathered like it matters.
And bedazzled by branding cattle addicts.
Those fanatics who have long been at it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Weather Forecasts
Grey October skies in London Town
When mist and fog abound
Look dull and grey to everyone,
And no one wants to go around.
With the air dank in the mist,
As dampness covers all around,
It may be dangerous to walk
On wet leaves covering the ground.
The mist and clouds take long to clear,
It may linger for some time,
It needs the sun to warm the air,
Which may not happen till lunchtime.
The Forecast is for weather bright,
“The Sun will shine today.”
Do we believe all we hear
In forecasts Day and Night?
The Weathermen do not know all,
A Forecast is only a view,
Based on Facts and on what has been,
With hopes that their view will become true.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 17 October 2005
poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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You're In The Lime
You're in the lime
I cut for the coke,
for the Corona.
Maybe in time
I wouldn't choke,
remembering who we are.
Ivy's, Washington DC-US
October 17,2005
Bedazzled
bedazzled
it is love that does it
at the height of
affections
the beloved appears to be
the sun of the universe
time sooner tells the truth
it is just one of the stars
like those that from a distance
appear like dust
mere atom
a neutron
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Dream Is Not A Lie
A dream is not a lie
when it doesn't come true,
it is something worse:
You warned me
Bruce agrees.
But still
I cannot see:
Please don't wake me.
US Capitol, Washington DC-US
October 16,2005
The Moon Was Only A Street Light
The moon
was only a street light.
The star
was just a firefly.
And I- the princess
was barely a comedian.
Hearst, Washington DC-US
October 21,2005
There was a Young Lady of Dorking,
Who bought a large bonnet for walking;
But its colour and size,
So bedazzled her eyes,
That she very soon went back to Dorking.
by Edward Lear from A Book of Nonsense (1846)
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For Others To See
For others to see
how good is me
Doesn't guarantee
how I will be.
But for others to see
what I cannot see
It truly touches me
it motivates me.
For others to see
what they see in me
Makes me guarantee
that's how I have to be.
Zorba's, Washington DC-US, October 24,2005
Hi Foxy Lady
Hi foxy lady,
How are thee?
Where will reside thee?
It's so breezy,
will thy boots be
Thy only company
and comfortee?
Hearst, Washington DC-US
October 2,2005
Misery And Me
Misery and me
we're not company:
we're just acquintance
when there's relevance.
We greet politely
but at times it gets ugly
I will try
but in the end, I cry-
Misery and me
we're not meant to be.
9: 30, Washington DC-US, October 17,2005
Reality Check Rewards
bedazzled by dreams
of fat fame fortune
wealth power which
can be a double edged
sword thus can students
who strived tried yet
failed exams yet purchase
a greater reality success
greater glory than false fruits
of mere mass materialism
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Bedazzled for Days with Love Drops
Dripping my carried full cup sipped.
I want to dance with happiness...
Instead I sit.
I wish to say I am in bliss,
When first kissed and bliss hit me!
I've been goofy with aloofness,
Since our eyes met and gazed!
Dazed as I grin soaking in
The fulfillment that I share,
With one who came and flared my sizzle.
Keeping me bedazzled for days with love drops.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She Never Wears High-heels
She never wears high-heels
She doesn't put on lipsticks
She has no care for her look
But she stands her ground.
Her hair is blowing
Dancing wet in the rain
She's not beautiful
But she won't back down.
Her eyes are sharp
Her dream is not high
Her words might not be savy
But she keeps them all her might.
Vienna, Washington DC-US
October 9,2005
Real Sailor Of A Ship
He jumps from ship to ship,
Bedazzled by the sea’s water;
Spectator of the mists, his boat urges
And witnesses the miracles of the surface.
Beheld the servants of the deep,
Window shopping has arrived
On the shoreline, spotting trains
Is bright sport for one who shops.
He will go blind, by looking down,
Not averting the gaze that conquers,
He has existed as a globetrotter,
The astronomer of the seas.
poem by Naveed Akram
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October 19
(Dedicated to my boyfriend who passed away on October 19 2005 of brain tumor)
It has been some time,
October 19 was the last,
3 years and this stage still has no cast,
There have been attempts, oh there do,
But why can’t the play continue?
It has been some time,
The scripts are still from your line,
Back then, it sounded so fine,
It still is, but not to the mind,
Call it divine intervention but I call it divine.
Oh it has been some time,
A new cast is now here,
It’s the best so as I hear,
Should I let him come near?
But it means I have to replace you my dear,
Oh whisper to me, don’t dropp a tear,
I have a tissue but you ain’t near.
It has been some time,
And it still is.
poem by Missy Anna
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In The Mirror
I saw his gaze in the mirror,
My gaze was superior for miles.
The innocent way of smiling became real,
His gaze fell from grace to a level
Of importance too known by some.
The mirror’s atmosphere nears function,
Too little are the buttons to press.
May superior art beam on us from afar,
And let windows be mirrors for their art.
A bedazzled crew of workers labour
Night and day, for the cleaning is in order.
poem by Naveed Akram
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These Trees Older Than Me
These trees older than me
which seen a lot like me
They whisper our sigh
but a sigh is a sigh-
The stars up in the sky
taking prayers whispered to sky
But prayers belong to heaven
it's the business of One in heaven-
and who am I
to try?
nor to cry?
Hearst, Washington DC-US
October 18,2005
With Unhappy Pain
I observed with pain their unhappiness,
With a look of despair, riding a storm.
To suffer is to lose a feeling so pleasant,
My deep regards go to the lost hundreds.
Opening an abatement, this defeat is too much,
It is torture to me, to my case it is fury in the head,
Like a fractured cloudy sky all bedazzled with electric light.
The pains are tremendous in this foamy sea called life,
Kicking the ground with a foot highlights the good days
And the good nights, of an over understanding.
poem by Naveed Akram
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