Black Insomia
Bad day
Headache rules my intellect
Forgotten laundry stuck in the vicinity of my kitchen
What is the noise
Of those rats in the cheap ceiling
I do not have cheese for a trap
Oh those antics of many juveniles
I heard some delinquency in the square
They abused a curfew hour and sniffed marijuana’s
A secret lair of those kids
They hide but no one is looking
Their revelry is a devil’s laugh
I sat without slumber
My cola tasted like rust
How many reports will be printed
On dailies worth a dollar each
This wicked hour
Sleep is not a chum
(written on August 10,2011 Singapore)
poem by Chester Maynes
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Byzantine Ghetto
Abject poverty
Roofless homes
Three-walled square
Partiality of bread
There is hunger
Half-filled glass
Filthy water
Rancid air
Black smokes
There is pollution
Naked children
Strapless baskets
Untimely deaths
Drought everywhere
There is scarcity
Restricted democrats
Cruel brotherhood
Selfish charity
Fabricated education
There is apathy
There is no cycle
There is no change
There is no beginning
There is no end
This wicked existence
(written on August 10,2011 Singapore)
poem by Chester Maynes
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Who Moved My Cheese?
'Who moved my cheese? ' the poor mouse screamed!
He really looked distraught!
For cheese was everything he dreamed,
Worth risking getting caught!
His jaw dropped low, his shoulders slumped,
His mind was all agog!
His one-track thoughts completely numbed,
'Was it the cat or dog? '
He fumed and fumed quite powerless,
For nothing could be done!
For someone nicked his happiness
And half-inched all his fun!
He vowed someone would pay for this...
Revenge began to grow...
His hateful heart began to fizz...
This was the final blow!
He scampered cross the kitchen floor,
Ran down the garden path...
The dog hid cheese beneath his paw,
But then began to laugh!
'You'll pay for that, I'll get you back! '
The dog rolled on the ground!
'Come on, then, let's see you attack! '
The mouse soon turned around!
(August 2011)
poem by Denis Martindale
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Gecko Talks to Me
“I wish I was in a human body”,
the gecko said as he walked across the screen.
He spoke to me after the ghost turned back on my t.v.
I said o.k. I won’t mess with the t.v.
Then an hour later,
the fan went on and off 1 x 3.
I just let it do its thing,
why fight with a ghost I can’t see?
Then when in the bathroom,
I heard a noise coming from the other room,
I looked to see if everything was o.k.
until the light went out
without a clue.
Now 2 weeks later,
the fan starts by itself again,
I realize it’s my ghost friend.
(Written Suzae Chevalier on August 14, 2011 )
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Gecko Talks to Me
“I wish I was in a human body”,
the gecko said as he walked across the screen.
He spoke to me after the ghost turned back on my t.v.
I said o.k. I won’t mess with the t.v.
Then an hour later,
the fan went on and off 1 x 3.
I just let it do its thing,
why fight with a ghost I can’t see?
Then when in the bathroom,
I heard a noise coming from the other room,
I looked to see if everything was o.k.
until the light went out
without a clue.
Now 2 weeks later,
the fan starts by itself again,
I realize it’s my ghost friend.
(Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 15, 2011)
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Celtic Ducks
Cross over
To opposite self
Plastic, fake, false
Leaving this
Truth of me
Unnatural, artificial
End of us
Hurting me
That’s the truth
(written on August 30,2011 Singapore)
poem by Chester Maynes
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Too Slow To Think
Step aside like the others,
After waking from a slumber.
Shake away your numbness from sleep.
Step aside like the others,
After waking from a slumber.
No need to jump ahead in front with a leap.
You need assistance to keep up with the rhythm.
And...
Your pace is just too slow to think you'll fit in.
The speed has sped to quicken.
And explanations are out of date,
For those trying to catch up much too late.
Where have you been?
To think that you can catch up running.
Where have you been?
To think that others for you wait.
Where have you been?
Your space has been replaced.
And where have you been?
To think that people owe you patience,
With only you to think on their minds.
Not today at this hour of time.
Where have you been?
Your space has been replaced.
And where have you been?
To think that people keep patience,
With only you to think on their minds.
Not today at this hour of time.
Step aside like the others,
After waking from a slumber.
Shake away your numbness from sleep.
Where have you been?
To think that you can catch up running.
Where have you been?
To think that others for you wait.
Where have you been?
Your space has been replaced.
And where have you been?
To think that people owe you patience,
With only you to think on their minds.
Not today at this hour of time.
Step aside,
Like the others after slumber.
Step aside,
Like the others from a sleep.
Step aside,
Like the others after slumber.
Step aside,
Like the others from a sleep.
Step aside.
You're too slow to think.
Step aside.
You're too slow to think.
Step aside.
Step aside...
Like the others after slumber.
Step aside,
Like the others from a sleep,
You're too slow to think.
You're too slow to think.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Jim’s Mad
On New Year’s Eve,
While Sue was asleep,
Skunky became a stealing creep,
He stole a silver corkscrew that was cheap,
For it was only a dollar at the dollar store,
Skunky tried to say it was soo much more.
Yes, he told his 'made up lies' to Sue,
Saying 'it only came in the colors of red or blue,
They don’t make the silver ones anymore, '
But that’s not what Jim said,
as he shook his head
'Why he stole from me
I’ll bonk him in the ________'
Written by Christina on Jan.16,2011
Copyright 2011 Christina Sunrise
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Devils Child
Hypnotize me
Mesmerize me
Feel my willpower slip
Light my fire
With cold desire
Losing all my grip
Eat my diamonds
Drinking all my gin
Feast your eyes on
A whole lotta sin
Oh no youre so damned wicked
You got me by the throat
Oh no gotcha claws stuck in me
You never let me go
I believe youre the devil
I believe youre the devils child
Took my dreams
And now its seems youre nothing but a liar
Smash and grab at all I had
Build my funeral pyre
Stop pretendin
Got me growin old
Your tormentins
Fit to snap my soul
Oh no youre so damned wicked
You got me by the throat
Oh no gotcha claws stuck in me
You never let me go
I believe youre the devil
I believe youre the devils child
You took my heart
And left it blown to smithereens
I gave my body as a slave
You cut my flesh
And drank my blood that poured in streams
Im left here broken and ashamed
Goin under
Hear the thunder
Death defying grace
Your condition breeds ammuntion
Shoots me in the face
Vicious talkin
Stabs me like a knife
Scratched and bruised, so abused
Im a human sacrifice
Oh no youre so damned wicked
You got me by the throat
Oh no gotcha claws stuck in me
You never let me go
I believe youre the devil
I believe youre the devils child
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Maggie
I'm trying to remember your face or your voice
It's starting to be like a faded dream
I remember your hugs, You use give
hugs like you was hugging a bear
You would squeeze so tight
I remember the smell in the kitchen
When you are cooking Sunday dinner
It makes your mouth water and you
would want sample it.
I remember you use to bake these
cheese cake square desserts
that tasted like sweet cheese
I remember the crezy nick names
You had for all of you Grand Children
IF ONLY I COULD HEAR YOUR
VOICE OR SEE YOUR FACE
I WOULD PAY A MILLION BUCKS
I MISS YOU MAGGIE
poem by LaShawanda Ivey
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Spensarian Shake Up
Some post their verse upon an online screen
as means to end, mean, struggle to be heard,
as if each written word could set the scene
for recognition of emotions stirred.
Some vent, and others rant, while some, absurd,
assume fair Amazon or printed Lulu
can compensate for Lethe as Time's bird
flies fast from Time Square to Honolulu.
Who shakes with awe before bayete Shaka Zulu?
(18 January 2011)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Option In The Middle Of A Very Sound Sleep
the poem is a dream
it arrives in the middle of my sound sleep
it wants to wake me up
it is severely disturbed
it wants to be written
i am so tired
and i ask it
why it does have to be written?
i do not have the answer
to fabricate its purpose
i know it has
so many reasons
but i respect it somehow
and i leave it
undeciphered
at the last hour of my
sleep
it leaves me perturbed somehow
but when i wake up and gets myself busy with the ordinary days of my life
it becomes
another item forgotten
perhaps its reason is that
it is in the middle of a very sound sleep
and so it has all the
option to tell the truth
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Why Are You Gloating?
Why are you gloating?
You look as if you were a mouse,
Who was just awarded...
A lifetime supply of cheese.
'That's almost funny.
No.
But...
Say I 'was' that mouse.'
Okay...
Mouse.
'And that mouse was suspected of stealing cheese.
And those who made the cheese...
Did all they could to find the mouse guilty of the crime.'
Go ahead,
I'm listening.
'And...
The mouse,
Kept telling the makers of cheese...
They actually befriended rats!
And those rats were the culprits of the theft all along.'
I don't get it.
What has that got to do with you?
'You see...
The folks had their eyes focused on the mouse closely.
Under microscope.
Not realizing they socialized and entertained disguised rats.
Masquerading as wholesome folks with undeniable integrity.'
What became the outcome?
'Well...
Not only was the mouse awarded that lifetime of cheese you mentioned.
But efforts long dismissed achieved notoriety for that same mouse.'
Soooo,
'Why' are 'you' gloating?
'Forget it.
Just forget it.'
Hey,
Wait a minute.
Don't get angry with me.
You were the one to bring up the mice and rats in disguise,
Working inside a cheese factory.
Yeah...
That's right.
Walk away.
You need to lay that head down and get some rest.
No wonder I see him smiling all the time.
The dude is nuts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stuck In The August Rain
Brings jasmine tea on a painted tray
And bends to kiss my frown away.
But Im still still stuck in the august rain;
Stuck out in the cloudburst once again.
The covers on, the coast is clear.
Were all battened down, only us here.
But Im still still stuck in the august rain;
Stuck out in the cloudburst once again.
She walks between the lines
And she can read my signs.
Stuck out in the august rain:
Out in the cloudburst once again.
Single-minded in my gloom.
I appear to revel in this darkened room.
But Im still still stuck in the august rain;
Stuck out in the cloudburst once again.
She walks between the lines
And she can read my signs.
Stuck out in the august rain:
Out in the cloudburst once again.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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A Night in Their Attic
From this attic, the ceiling is
Almost kissing the floor
And the hapless heart is
No too far from a plethora of slumber
As I lay here, pensively wafting
In the smoldering rail tracks of oblivion
Darting to the final station: an abeyance
My sodden eyes swept the parameter
And it measured the expanse;
Everything was closer.
My emaciated chest
Can even rise to graze
The creamy phosphors of the ceiling
But there was a backdoor
Where everything slewed
Because in their attic
I was still
Bleak
Rolling in the gutters.
The clock didn't shifted
Its gears and triggered
A blacker serration of cinders
Plummeting with the pillars
Of my constitutions
Yet, I engulfed the humming air
Like I never tasted it
Because I wanted more life
And there could be one,
Stashed in these corners.
The moon didn't sprawled on her divan,
The sun didn't grind his maws,
And the crowd didn't fill
The maladroit patios,
But I was breathing
Between the floors
And the ceilings,
Restless from a revelry
And a lack of slumber
As how I wanted to be
Benumb from
Bereavement:
A life cloyed
By genial walls.
poem by Norman Santos
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Fire Alarms
The breath of sleep is heard
every room is quietly in
slumber world
on university Campus.
Fear no fire alarm –
6.50 fire alarm sirens echoes
all around
with the piercing noise
like a dog in pain.
Inside a room, the breath of sleep
is no longer heard
but the scrambles and
the bitter words of a start
to a morning, where
sleep was half undone.
No amusement is etched on
faces, grumpy, sleepy faces,
one by one appear
outside the door.
Sleepiness carved like wood
on faces:
as the fire alarm
continues to blare out its message.
Oh fire alarm, you wicked fire alarm;
always blare like a dog in pain
at the wrong time.
Slumber world has gone
on university
and my sleep was half undone
yet again.
(another day on campus in bed, when the fire alarm goes off, and we all have to go out in our pjamas at 6.50 in the morning. No amusement there. I dislike fire alarms nowadays with contempt.)
poem by Celine Berghmans
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We should not say that one man's hour is worth another man's hour, but rather that one man during an hour is worth just as much as another man during an hour. Time is everything, man is nothing: he is at the most time's carcass.
When The Blue Hour Comes
Orbison/ crowell
The good times are all gone
The night keeps coming on so strong
You cant hold on, no matter what you do
Will there be someone who cares for you
When the blue hour comes?
When the blue hour comes?
And when your restless heart
Tears your world apart
And everywhere you turn
Its falling down on you
Will there be a light that shines for you?
When the blue hour comes for you
If theres anything that you would have me do
Just call on me and Ill be coming through
I will always be there for you
When the blue hour comes
When the blue hour comes
Good times dont last forever
Sometimes its now or never
Darling, reach out for me
You know where Ill be
I will always be there for you
When the blue hour comes
When the blue hour comes
When the blue hour comes for you
If theres anything that you would have me do
Just call on me and Ill be coming through
I will always be there for you
When the blue hour comes
When the blue hour comes
I will always be there
When the blue hour comes
When the blue hour comes
When the blue hour comes....(repeat to fade)
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Noise
Dads stuck in the factory, machines are banging all around.
Mommas in the kitchen, she got the radio on all the time.
My little sisters screaming, and stamping on the ground.
And the radio keeps pumping out the same old boring sound.
All I hear is noise.
Cant get away from the noise.
Can you hear me above the noise?
Can you, can you, can you, can you, can you, can you hear me?
Can you hear the noise? (noise)
Cant get away from the noise. (noise)
Can you hear me above the noise? (noise)
Can you, can you, can you, can you, can you, can you hear me?
Banging in my ears, in every direction.
Listen to the roar, hear that city[? ], poundin, poundin.
There oughta be a law, hey buddy, turn that radio down.
Sometimes I get used to it and I forget that its around.
But all I hear is noise. (noise)
Cant get away from noise. (noise)
Can you hear me above the noise? (noise)
All of this confusion is ruining my day.
Let the noise be like the sunset, and slowly fade away.
Fading, fade.
Girl, I want to build a better world for me and you.
I wanna pull out all the plugs before I finally blow my fuse.
Wish all the confusion would slowly fade away.
Id tell you that I love you, but you dont hear what I way.
All you hear is noise. (noise)
Cant get away from noise. (noise)
Can you hear me above the noise? (noise)
Can you, can you, can you, can you, can you, can you hear me?
Noise in the street, theyre digging up the pavement.
Noise in the air, those traffic jams are everywhere.
Noise on noise, to cover up the noise.
The pressures building up because theres no way to avoid,
All the noise. (noise)
Cant get away from noise. (noise)
Can you hear me above the noise? (noise)
All of this confusion is ruining my day.
Let the noise be like the sunset, and slowly fade away.
Fading, fading.
song performed by by Kinks
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Can’t Sleep
I couldn’t sleep at Big Bear Lake,
I ate a cheese steak and a chocolate cake,
boy that was a big mistake.
I kept tossing and turning in bed all night,
until the sun came out and was really bright.
I knew the next I would be on stage in front
of a hundred or more,
I didn’t know what was in store.
Would my act be too kiddy for the comic bunch,
I usually performed in front of kids before lunch.
The act did get some laughs and photos were shot,
of me and Melodie on stage where it was hot.
Hot with lights shining down on us,
we both story told a tale without a fuss.
Now I wrote this poem which I thought would be short and sweet,
it was a fun and interesting time at Big Bear Lake
I just can’t have cheese steak and chocolate cake.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on November 25,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Defining A Good Life
lifeline written
in the palm
of your hand
a secret humanity
finds hard
to understand
a long life
is not necessity
a good life
if a short life
is a good life
a better life?
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in August 2011 on the 1.8.2011.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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