Bodhran
I vibrate to your measure
and undulate my tones to your touch.
My skin bears decorations
echoing an ancient poet's culture.
Soft steps I govern
as my cadence bears witness
To the rigid rhythms
of kilted dancers.
I join my voice to melodies
shared in smoky pubs and parlors.
My high pitched comrades
squeezed and bowed
recite the tales
while I lay reasons below
in counterpoint and base notes.
poem by B.V. Dahlen
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Music to Me
Music to me is always you.
Wild chords that surround my heart
that shiver inside me and break apart
into little pieces of solitary tones
that create in me passionate moans.
Music to me will always be you.
Soft lilting melodies that lift me high
and keep me breathless to satisfy
each part of my body and my soul
like the crescendo of a drummer's roll.
Music to me is your sweet touch.
Syncopated rhythms that make me blush
increase my libido and create my purrs.
For whenever the music in me stirs
I feel as if you are here.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I Recognize Your Voice
I recognize your voice, your cheerful laughter,
when I enter a room full of people
and even your soft steps each day
catches me with a tingle time after time,
through your beauty that flowers continually.
I recognize your voice, your cheerful laughter,
sometimes it feels as if you are waiting on me
but constantly you do astound me
and even your soft steps each day
has a kind of skipping to them
and with being in love I am stupid.
I recognize your voice, your cheerful laughter,
sometimes hear it echoing at night
although your face is disguised by the darkness
and even your soft steps each day,
but our love is not a game of force
and still continually you turn my life upside down.
I recognize your voice, your cheerful laughter
and even your soft steps each day
poem by Gert Strydom
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For none of us can ever express the exact measure of his needs or his thoughts or his sorrows; and human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.
Gustave Flaubert in Charles Bovary
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First Encounter - United Buddy Bears
United Buddy Bears
men, stand up for
world peace
United Buddy Bears
getting bears to
teach the men
United Buddy Bears
one by one they line up
for peace
The United Buddy Bears were paraded around the Pavilion Kuala Lumpur early 2012.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Lines and Squares
Whenever I walk in a London street,
I'm ever so careful to watch my feet;
And I keep in the squares,
And the masses of bears,
Who wait at the corners all ready to eat
The sillies who tread on the lines of the street
Go back to their lairs,
And I say to them, "Bears,
Just look how I'm walking in all the squares!"
And the little bears growl to each other, "He's mine,
As soon as he's silly and steps on a line."
And some of the bigger bears try to pretend
That they came round the corner to look for a friend;
And they try to pretend that nobody cares
Whether you walk on the lines or squares.
But only the sillies believe their talk;
It's ever so portant how you walk.
And it's ever so jolly to call out, "Bears,
Just watch me walking in all the squares!"
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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Thank The Polar Bears
Thank the Polar bears for being with us tonight
Thank the Polar bears and make sure they are alright.
Thank the Polar bears who live way up there
Thank the Polar bears who also do share
Share the same planet as all of us down here
Thank the Polar bears for they are so dear.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 20,2012
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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The Orange Bears
The Orange bears with soft friendly eyes
Who played with me when I was ten,
Christ, before I'd left home they'd had
Their paws smashed in the rolls, their backs
Seared by hot slag, their soft trusting
Bellies kicked in, their tongues ripped
Out, and I went down through the woods
To the smelly crick with Whitman
In the Haldeman-Julius edition,
And I just sat there worrying my thumbnail
Into the cover---What did he know about
Orange bears with their coats all stunk up with soft coal
And the National Guard coming over
From Wheeling to stand in front of the millgates
With drawn bayonets jeering at the strikers?
I remember you would put daisies
On the windowsill at night and in
The morning they'd be so covered with soot
You couldn't tell what they were anymore.
A hell of a fat chance my orange bears had!
poem by Kenneth Patchen
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I'll Never See The Wolfe Tones
My life is shortened because of me
But I am not in misery
There’s just one thing that saddens me
The Wolfe tones live I’ll never see
The greatest ballad band I’ve heard
My voice rings out to every word
I feel like I am in the crowd
As for peace they sing out loud
Songs of freedom songs of peace
Songs of love and pains release
Stories of rebels that touch my heart
I feel I was with them from the start
They talk of Pearce and the g.p.o.
Of prisons where the heroes go
There’s a song of peace and liberty
That really reaches out to me
The Wolfe tones sing of stories true
And some of those tales make me blue
Like “Boston rose” and the haunting “Grace”
I feel like I am in that place
And though Ireland still bears a heavy load
With the beautiful land I’m on “the one road”
Though I don’t know for sure how long I’ll survive
I know I’ll never see them live
But here at home on my fave DVD
I feel their fans are here with me
HURRAH THE WOLFETONES….
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poem by Adens Kamwi
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Polar Bear Thanks Me
It was great to know
that Polar Bears would show
show up in flowers a bloom
I received acard in the month
of April not June.
Yes, on a Thank You greeting card
the Polar Bear did say
"Thank You"
for defending them that day.
Polar Bears were thanking me
for all the world to read
a poem about the Polar Bears destiny.
So please read 'Protect The Polar' bears
and 'Let The Polar Bears Live'
they will be thankful that you did.
Please go to www.oceana.org today
and donate to saving wildlife of the planet
before there is no more for us to pray.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 21,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Life Witness Bears
LIFE WITNESS BEARS
Ghost of Cleopatra ‘neath the Nile
A thousand years had haunted twice before
In hearing of fresh fame sh(ad) e knew for sure
Life witness bears to one whose peerless smile
Has shown the world that Beauty was on trial,
Awaiting its high priestess. Now, no more
Rude Homer’s lyre will be respected for
Creating Circe, Helen, Attic guile.
Unique She reigns, far from crowds which defile.
So as, compared to her, each Muse is poor,
Gods and heroes fade, swift shown the door!
All aim their ends with her’s to reconcile.
In one alone all qualities combine,
Link in a heart of gold none can refine.
12 March 1992
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Blank Page
The blank page on the screen
Waits for the words to be born
Not knowing what they mean
It bears them night and morn.
On it come to life many tales
Happy, sad, and in between
Here now and in a moment it stales
Words take a thought to ruin.
It sure bears them all
With no rolling tears nor smiles
The rush for the maddening scrawl
That runs for endless miles.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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A river bears a burden
A river bears a burden
It carries far downstream,
And no man's eyes will see it
Or fathom what it means.
A river bears a burden
Beneath it's swirling toil.
It's rippling edges teasing
The sodden, silent soil.
A river bears a burden
Beneath our nightly dreams,
Our temporal excursions
Along it's watered seams.
A river bears a burden
Of many dreaming feet,
Searching all it's alleys
To a dreamer's slow heartbeat.
A river bears a burden;
It will not wake our sleep,
But carries us forever
Our roaming souls, to meet.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Preconception
The mother-in-law bears the brunt
In a fight her son’s wife had with her.
Woman bears the brunt in a scandal.
Man bears the brunt in consensual sex.
(10.04.2004)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Polar Bears Thanks Me
It was great to know
that Polar Bears would show
show up in flowers a bloom
I received acard in the month
of April not June.
Yes, on a Thank You greeting card
the Polar Bear did say
"Thank You"
for defending them that day.
Polar Bears were thanking me
for all the world to read
a poem about the Polar Bears destiny.
So please read 'Protect The Polar' bears
and 'Let The Polar Bears Live'
they will be thankful that you did.
Please go to www.oceana.org today
and donate to saving wildlife of the planet
before there is no more for us to pray.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 21,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Bulls and Bears
Markets crashed
Hopes dashed
Brokers lashed
Doctors cashed
traders bashed
Overnight bankrupt
Shutters shut
Investors harassed
Analysts embarrassed
Govt. appeals
Don’t desperate feel
Markets volatile
Remain agile
Strong fundamentals
Good long term potential
Global concerns
Markets govern
Recession- sub prime crisis
Inflation-sky high prices
Bears overpower
Bulls run for cover
Bears or bulls
Markets pulls
Smart picks
Take risks
I f you are Weak hearted
Stay away from the markets.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Melody In All Things (connections With The Resonant Infections)
for the melody in all things
we continue to wait-for
we who are fortunate enough to delve into the pool of
assonance & euphony
want never to come out
like a high with no withdrawal
like a safe house with no enemy out about
like a poem without need for rhyme or rhythm
just a song that flushes through the veins
like the cleansing wondrous beauty of the
cool water
coasting over the layer of skin most exposed to the harsh damaging rays of the
relentless sun
like the electricity of the greatest orgasmic energy exploding from all places within &
shooting out into the rest of the atmosphere around
these tunes bear no face of the ugly humans that we all are
these tunes show only the hope of an end to our
self-destruction
of which we are certainly only bent upon
with what seems to be an ever growing speed &
yet this epic bears repeating
not the one you are reading
(for it cannot give an accurate picture, nor can it recite a perfect sound)
but this epic bears repeating
not the one that you are reading-
find it out in the world where in your most comfortable place
the sounds that you alone sing to
the sounds that you embrace
not enough can be said about our ability to create
these resonant infections of which we can all
relate.
poem by Andrew Delapruch
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Save The Polar Bears
Ice caps melting every day
we need to help Polar Bears
We need to Save…
Save Polar Bears by helping
putting them in a better place
Even zoos to save their fate.
Russia also is a good place…
Save the Polar Bears for
we the 'human race'
are the one's responsible for their fate.
Prayer for the Polar bears before it's too late-
See them being able to migrate.
Go to www.polarbearsinternational.org-
please donate now this we can't ignore.
Adopt a Polar bear on this site-
your contribution is well worth it
to help their plight.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Moon Over Austin
Sweet man, sweet mystery
Unveil yourself to me
Sweet soul, lie so still
Flesh cup, gonna get my fill
Let me rise and fall
With the wings of your sheets
While the moon's full over austin
The city sleeps below
Only the moon bears witness
To my hotel angel
Through the window
Your body be a tender vine
That twists and turns just like mine
Your heart a slender thong
Filled with honey, built with song
'til dawn steals you from me
And takes me to the next town
But tonight the moon's full over austin
And babies lie below
And only the moon bears witness
To my hotel angel
Through the window
There's one thing that keeps me going
It's the slow and easy knowing
You're the kind of man
Who's kind of girl could maybe give her hand
So sweet man in your sweet misery
Lie upon my temporary sea
Love's dressing, i will adorn
To my side your absence be thorn
And i'll rock you gently to sleep
Tonigh is one promise we both can keep
While the moon's full over austin
And the thieves all steal below
And only the moon bears witness
To my hotel angel
Through the window
Hotel angel
Through the window
song performed by by Jewel
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The Friendly Light of a Campfire
A glimmer of light burning in the wilderness
Occasionally comes 'round to give rest
Lingering about camps like an old Indian story,
Those tales of ancient warriors
Who in nature always found
Great wonder and captivating glory.
No dark can break it
No storm blow it away
Like a friendly old dog from neighboring tribes,
It visits with smiles of joy
Glowing in the attention
In which it abides.
It eases the wild fears
Of presumed dark, prowling grizzly bears;
And softly lulls to sleep
Those whose company it does keep.
It speaks so gentle and delicate
With a voice that
No one, for certain, knows,
It softens the soul
Of all who will listen...
And then, just before sun up, quietly it goes.
What it is, I cannot say
How often I've encountered it
I dare not speak,
For it is a primeval color within the wind
Only unveiling it's mystery to those deep and modest souls...
Who humbly desire to take a peak.
It is ever out there
Riding upon the moonlight,
Looking for a lone, and lonely hiker
Who gazes thoughtfully into the campfire...
Of any solitary wilderness night.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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The sea within
My world
static now.
I am dead to everything
except the sound of the sea
that is within me.
No more calm
but raging with a storm,
the angry waves lashing
against the high cliffs.
But the sea is deep,
down in my heart.
None can witness
the tumult from outside,
the impregnable stoical exterior
bearing no sign of the inner trepidation.
A voice calls out to me
above the howling sound of the sea.
Slowly I raise my head
and see myself, calm and intrepid.
Am I the weary sailor
waiting to be washed ashore
after my ship sinks?
My spirit will no longer languish
but ready to override
the storm than wait for it to subside.
For I love the song of the sea
that is in me,
the soft murmur
when it is calm and when the billows roar.
The heart recognizes in them the melodies
and whispers the both tones.
poem by Aimanu Begum
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