Big words, small feelings
While waiting for the Chinese food
And between some online shopping,
I'm letting time go
And strongly disagree with myself.
There is no such thing as meaning.
Still, creating our own language - that's the whole point of being.
poem by Iulia Bercescu
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At pain
I am at pain to learn the outburst
It is unusual reaction from friend at first
I always tease her to spoil her mood
It has become now my habit and serves as food
I can’t remain at peace without provoking
Sometimes I may blow the air while smoking
This will infuriate her further and she may rush for kicking
I may possible bend down or prefer ducking
I don’t know but somehow I am her very good friend
I feel no remorse at the beginning or at the end
It is my way expressing strong attachment
She may all the way disagree and resent
She is very fond of receiving praise at some point of times
She expects it from me to come at given times
I disagree to such an unwanted gesture
How c can I please her when I am not at all sure?
She is teacher and very good at use of language
She may unnecessarily argue and actively engage
She may try to overemphasize without any point
She was in my opinion page without print
I tried to prove my point through innocent jokes
I was encountering hostile reaction without having any stakes
She was of course learned teacher but lacked a sense and brain
All y efforts were proving fruitless and going into drain
She may outburst with provocative use
I was determined to avoid its misuse
There was meeting point in our approach
It definitely lacked insight but I still poked
She was loosing patience and hell bent upon creating uproar
I too was equally harassing her with all unpleasant thing s to bear
It was her style of retaliation which was causing me little concern
I was helpless but suffering from bad friendship in turn
It might be happening with all but in different style
It may not be concerning them at all for while
We had cat and rat type relation
To stay from it was out of question
I don’t know how to appreciate her wishes
Where to oblige her and where to finish?
It may still augur well with our strong bond
We may live with love as fishes live in pond
We may have limited goal or nothing to expose
The main thing remains to be seen is how best we repose?
It may be nice if we remain tolerant to each other
It may bring us closer and never bother
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I am magnificent
Everywhere I go, I keep fighting
Thunder is striking with speed lightning
They try to put me down
Every time I'm around
I will not let them remove my crown
For I am magnificent
Worth every dollar, worth every cent
Everything I do
I do with a hundred and one percent
I am intelligent, benevolent with talent
I am the curious luminous genius
Waiting to explode before I am old
I am the teacher in battle with students
They keep ignoring what is evident
They say I have to learn
I strongly agree
We all do, now and then
They say I speak wrongly
I disagree strongly
If only they listen hard without prejudice
They will see things from another point of view
Yes it’s true, it’s nothing new
I am magnificent
They hate it when I display it blatantly
Their grim faces display such resent in that moment
But my words are intended to have only positive intent
I am magnificent
I am magnificent
I will not compromise my strength
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Shopping
Were buying and selling your history
How we go about it is no mystery
We check it with the city, then change the law
Are you looking forward?
Now you want some more
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Its easy when you got all the information
Inside help, no investigation
(no investigation, investigation)
No questions in the house, no give and take
Theres a big bang in the city
Were all on the make
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Our gain is your loss, thats the price you pay
I heard it in the house of commons: everythings for sale
Were shopping
Were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
(were shopping
Were shopping
Were shopping
Were shopping
Were shopping)
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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21st Century Shopping Mall
Built on a day in sin
Sand, girders and tin
Prefab shopping mall
For a working class clientele
Everything for sale
With chemist and optician
Open 24/7
All made in heaven.
...............................
Soc ial gathering if you like
Star parade caked music.
Push your food around Mike
.................................
Pref ab shopping mall
The Vatican
A pilgrimage every time
The Notre-dime.
..................................
Walk down towering isles
To marry a barbeque
With blessed burger
You become the Pope
In prefab shopping mall.
......................................Checkout!
A gorgeous honey bun
With e numbered eyes
Or male hunky spunk
Wearing organic hair gel
Loving your food to death
Into recyclable bags
Or do it yourself
With smiley friendly computer scanner
Serving a mega ram lip service.
..................................... .
However much you pay
Sacred food should stay
You cannot ever leave
Our God blessed sanctified
Prefab shopping mall......
poem by Andrew Nawroski
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Salad is Incompatible with Life
Yes, my waist is fifty inches -
Big for me because I'm short.
And yes, I like my cheddar cheese
When partnered with a vintage port.
Okay, okay, that double cream
Is always served with pud,
And cake and biscuits with my tea
Are just no bloody good
For my poor hardened arteries,
But see my point of view,
Please dear wifey if you please,
A Salad makes me spew!
I'd rather eat a bowl of air
Than crunch away on greens;
Drink water from the toilet bowl
Or nibble on my jeans!
But salad! Are you there?
You know it makes me snappy -
So let me fill my face with grub,
Stay fat, and die young happy!
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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No Point
J. spinks
This aint working out
Its not worth the time I spent on it
When Ive been next to you
Its not the way you want it
And all I wanna do
Is get away and as far away from it
Theres no point cos Im not winning
Theres no point going back to the beginning
Theres no point to keep on waiting
Theres no point in talking it over
Theres no point in getting any closer
If it was up to you
Wed go around in circles forever
Theres nothing left to do
I go around - around in you
Ive tried to see it through
All Ive seen is the stormy weather
Theres no point in still pretending
Theres no point cos this is never ending
Theres no point in keep on trying
Theres no point to carry on lying
Theres no point acting like children
Theres no point cos this time Im gone
Theres no point in talking it over
Theres no point in getting any close
Theres no point in still pretending
Theres no point cos this is never ending
Theres no point in keep on trying
Theres no point to carry on lying
Theres no point in talking it over
Theres no point in getting any closer
Theres no point cos Im not winning
Theres no point going back to the beginning
Theres no point in hesitating
Theres no point tonight
Theres no point at all
song performed by by Outfield
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Six Point Seven by Lee Crowell
Six point seven billion illusionists today on this globe
Seeking consensus of the senses,
Declaring the colors reflected by the eye to the brain
Are actually on the canvas... and the illusion of art continues:
Sifting vibrations through ear canals,
Mimicking back out the nice ones -
To deliver a wondrous sound and the illusion of music resonates.
Labeling objects by creating words,
Creating categories by building language
And the illusion of literature swirls in the air,
While the illusion of science arranges the pieces on the ground.
Six point seven... growing... no major train wreck in sight...
Such is the consensus of the illusory senses tonight...
poem by Denis Martindale
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When you're five years old, and you're running a business that people did not think there was room for, getting attention is not a bad thing. Letting it be known by whatever colorful language is necessary is not a bad thing.
A Big Or Brief Poetry......!
Big or brief, what is poetry?
Poetry is......
Creating beauty out of blemish,
Making order out of disorder,
Producing meaning out of musical words,
Creating Universal truth out of trivialities,
Arranging points out of less known facts!
Is poetry just making rhythm and rhyme
Without meaning, life, force and taste,
Without free flowing musical words,
Without words of music, beauty, fun?
Poetry is free flowing river of words
With full of images, lively and lovely,
Transporting from this world to that world
Forgetting himself and readers here!
Just end rhyme is not enough to make it so;
Internal rhymes make music in rhythm
Making all enjoy music, meaning and ideas!
Poetry is the medium to say complex things
Not possible to say in other forms of language,
Saying unknown things using known things;
It is sound, substance, message and meaning!
And many more matters to many men in the world!
poem by Ramesh T A
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When I Have Bouts With Depression
I can get depressed.
The 'whoa-is-me'
Down low funky kind!
The kind that collects ever depressed feeling
Stored in my memory.
You know...
The kind that changes facial expressions?
The kind a man doesn't want to turn on the bathroom light,
To shave!
I've had those days.
My ex-wife use to say,
I was going through a monthy crisis!
As if my living through her 'experience'
Increased my joy!
When I have bouts with depression...
They seem to come right after I have paid a bill!
My mom use to say...
'Be happy you can get your bills paid.'
Of course she also use to tell us...
'Be happy with what you have.
Think of all those starving Chinese children! '
Well,
One thing has been made certainly clear.
Today...
Not one Chinese child have I ever seen starving.
And there are at least three Chinese restaurants,
A few blocks from where I live!
And now they own this country's debt!
That's part of why I can get sometimes depressed.
I took four years of college French.
When I went to Paris a few years ago...
I didn't understand a thing they said!
Plus there are boiled eggs in every sandwich they make,
It seems.
And they drink wine like I can dwon a bottle of juice!
But those Chinese...?
They've got it going on!
From being masters of the sea...
To discipline, clothing and obviously economies.
The only thing they have not imported yet...
Is their language!
And I guess that's why I am of late depressed.
Because I am beginning to realize,
How closely their language is associated...
With the Egyptian hieroglypics!
And all that has to happen now...
Will be the young folks figuring out,
A way to put all of this crap to rap!
'You're not having a good day,
Are you? '
I'll get over it!
Did you see the Olympics?
Beijing did a great job, huh?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Remember
The sun will always shine,
even on the darkest of days,
just remember,
passed the stormy clouds,
then sun is blazing down.
It's the same way with humans,
never let pain rule your life,
just remember,
there is always a new day,
and new reasons to smile.
What's the point,
in letting darkness ruin you?
Why can't you just
open your eyes and see the world,
and you were meant to?
The world isn't a dark place,
it's shining and waiting,
waiting for you.
There's something out there,
waiting for you.
Don't let it,
slip away.
If it starts to walk away,
don't just watch it leave,
run after it.
What if it was,
going to change your life?
What if it,
was the best thing,
that would ever happen to you?
That would change things,
would it not?
Don't be afraid of,
taking chances,
you were meant to take.
poem by Katherine Bryce
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Each Time You Disagree With Me
I just love to mess with you!
The only thing I dislike,
Is the smell you claim I leave
Each time you disagree with me.
But you must admit,
What it is we do you like!
Right?
That is why I am invited back.
And you and I both enjoy that!
Right?
Without each other in our lives...
We would not find what we do between us done,
As sweet!
And each time you disagree with me...
The time you wish us to meet seems so far away.
Until we both agree to say,
How much being away like this because of that,
Can hurt!
And my love to mess with you,
Often causes my own suffering!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Online
We fell in love online
Even though we had never heard each others voice
Or saw each others face
Was there love online we could almost taste
For the words you spoke the words you wrote to me
I imagined you here saying them to me
We had a love affair online
All though it only lasted a short time
But now its over an your gone
I wish it could of gone on and on
Deep down i knew it was never real
But we took away the lonliness
That was real that we both could feel
We spoke of lost love and sorrow
Of love we thought we had in the past
But it was just something that we borrowed
As we help each other through
Something we thought we never knew
I often search for you online
Remembering of that special time
Where ever you are out there
I hope your in love with someone
For i am over here
In the Letting Go
In the letting go,
A freedom unknown
Becomes as welcomed
As fresh falling snow...
On Pine trees green.
In the letting go,
A release becomes sacred
To experience,
As an unpolluted breeze...
To breathe a feeding done easily.
In the letting go,
One knows a life has arrived to be explored.
In the letting go...
An unexpected flow,
Connects.
To all.
And all that is there to be shared,
Comes.
To the one letting go to let life be as it is,
To live as wished!
Without restricted limits inflicted.
In the letting go,
So much that isn't within reach...
Instantly becomes available to touch.
In the letting go,
There is such a thing called living.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Precious poem
Bewildering words bounce out from your stem
Day by day you grow becomingly
My precious poem
Pepping up my know-how strongly
You talk to me in a language that puzzles
Whilst paragraphs and sentences and words
Fight each other daily rigorously in your shuttle
There is never a time or space for them to get bored
Sufficient room for grammar, you can always afford
Sometimes you are like a gem
Sometimes you spike up mayhem
With structures of words that condemn
But you are still my precious poem
At times you have a clear message
Creating pure outrage
At times there is no clear passage
Words are scribbled in a gobbled up language
At times you have both attributes as one package
But you are still my precious poem
I must confirm
On your own terms
Both at AM or PM
You will always be my precious poem
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Ebay
Anything you want you're sure to find
just turn on your Pc and go online
In the google search bar Type in EBAY
and start your shopping without delay
Designer dresses from a tenner
Tattoo's containing natural Henna...
Shhhhhhh Perfume by Jade Goody (RIP)
and an FCUK Knitted Hoodie
Buy it now or Bidding from..
don't miss out, cos it's ending soon..
So much choice where do I start...
but with my money I must part...
Forget the queues in shopping malls
EBAY really has it all.....
poem by Tracey TEE
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I love shopping, especially food shopping.
quote by Emma Bunton
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That Blasted Computer
That blasted computer, I hates it so
What he's doing with it I'll never know
Surfing in Cyberspace, he works alone
Leaving me here on earth all on my own
It does our finances with accuracy
But it cannot do them as good as me
And each month we both stare at that bright screen
Why can't things just return to how they'd been
I tried hard to use it, but I forget
which keys that I should press and get upset
I concentrate hard with my online shopping
then it looses it all. — I HATE THE THING!
If you disagree with me, fine! Because that's the great thing about America, we can disagree!
quote by Michael Stipe
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Shopping for Yesterday
Busy crowds, lonely hearts, broken dreams
Shopping for yesterday.
Visiting the shared moments,
In all the familiar places
When shopping for yesterday.
We are all prisoners of the past
When shopping for yesterday
Knee deep in our loneliness
Surrounded by the crowd
We’re shopping for yesterday.
Pictures and memories
Half-forgotten words
Time slipping away
From the windmills of my mind
When shopping for yesterday.
poem by Adrian Wait
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