Drums of Endoscopy
Figures are dancing in the enigmatic darkness.
Words·blushing notes,
rest in the music stave of loneliness.
Feelings keep quite· shy kids
lurk in the forest of Nothing.
Insecurity·mad sound flirts with irony-drums.
I 'am afraid of the sobs of silence tonight.
Those misspelled words
lived in melodic pages of immortality,
So...
I close the monstrous ears of Humanity...
(From the poetry collection 'Medical Press of the World'-Bulletproof Publications)
poem by Lydia Lavda Drums Poetry
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The Sound Of Silence....
it speaks no words,
yet they fall on the soul..
quietly falls on the heart so heavy,
pain wrapped, the words of silence....
filth and grime,
pure and honest,
the words do a medley of sorts,
ever felt the sound of silence..
the world pulls down,
the dust seems sticking,
tears entrapped in the soul,
commotion in the worldly shows.
what's life? regret, remorse..
the dull light always burning,
resonating from inside,
try listening, the sound of silence...
the voice screams,
it brings the truth,
momentarily, the pain halts,
with the tasting of the salt.
ironical the world is,
contradiction filled...
sounds stupid, but true,
the sound of silence...
befriend silence,
redemption u find...
the lost answers,
u will find.
sound, so enthralling,
sound, so enigmatic..
yet so healing, , ,
the sound of silence..
poem by Nupur Singhal
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Cowardice or Intelligence?
I am afraid of the Darkness and the Light,
the Eyes that lurk behind the Trees of Honesty,
waiting to catch our Mistakes.
I am afraid that the End may be near,
that icy fingers will soon wrap around me.
I am afraid that the World will keep turning,
that Life will be allowed to be lived in the Shadows.
I am afraid that nothing is real, that I am a Puppet
being watched by the Children of the Stars.
I am afraid that Life could mean Nothing,
that I am here for Nothing, and will die in Darkness
and simply become part of the Earth for the rest of Eternity.
I am afraid of being Alone in this world,
that the Sky will crash down upon me
once my misery has reached its highest point.
I am afraid of becoming the Forgotten,
of being Remembered only as a civilian passing by.
I am afraid that You are not what You seem,
that You are the Eyes that watch and wait,
hoping that I will make the Mistake.
poem by Zoe Guillory
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Mood Changes
Tonight I have no song for you.
Tonight my music's quiet.
I cannot sing. I cannot play.
My mood has silenced the notes away.
So in my hand I clutch my pen
and let the words appear.
I rely on just the act of writing
to let the music disappear.
Tomorrow might bring the music back.
There's always hope that tomorrow
can bring the peace that's missing
and erase the traces of sorrow.
But for now I need the silence
except for the sound of the pen.
And as I sit here writing
I anticipate the music again.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Some Silence, Some Words
Today somewhere a mirror broke
And a music of end splashed in the pages of time,
Someone lost his meanings in the broken mirror..
And an unending silence flowed
Many things happen silently, , ,
How the silent weeping of the lost meaning wander in the depth of the night, , ,
I unveil the sea of darkness...i find only silence
And the music of the end keeps on splashing around
Life is all about some silence and some words…
Far away a poet was looking for words, .
And a poem was seeking for its understanding, ,
for the heart where words dwell with meanings, ,
As long as they both were away everything was all right...
And when they met, , ,
the poet lamented on the end of words of the poem, , ,
and the poem on the unending silence of the poet, , , , ,
poems are not about understanding....
poet is not about words, , , ,
I then wore his eyes…
I met him reading the forward on “Voices from Leimert Park: a poetry anthology”
Glued to his words; I wanted to wear his eyes
I searched and searched for his whereabouts
I then purchased a one-way ticket and slept between his words.
Pages after pages his poetry became my sanity
Drinking this marathon of knowing
I came across an image, What a beauty!
I then wore his eyes and saw…
Folds of memoirs,
An antic mahogany well polished and aged,
Eye lids heavy with expression,
Books resting on his shoulder,
His mouth full of “Beat” notes,
He is a graduate of life school
An alumnus of mother earth…
I then wore his soul…
Placed my face on the cold glass
watched “Jazz” floating on the bayou
I carved his name out of my pain,
whispered my want in his absence,
poetry touching my breast,
music kissing my lower lips,
in and out of consciousness,
I welcomed him.
I then wore his eyes…
Poetry, music, religion, humanity all that and more
by the time I finished my conversation
He stayed on the screen and I took him to my country.
dedicated to Bob Kaufman... American Beat poet and surrealist inspired by jazz music and revolutionist.
© 2009 Emu Getachew
poem by Emu Getachew
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Dont Close Your Eyes, Tonight
This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the dreamland express album, and has also been released on the the country roads collection album.
Theres a tenderness that I feel, its very real you see
I can feel your body stir so deep within
Let it be an out of love tonight completely
And let me ask of you one thing
Dont close your eyes tonight
Just look at me and see how many times I cried for you
Dont close your eyes tonight
Let it be me, not just a fantasy
Let it be me tonight
Well you can lie so close to someone and still feel alone
And though I heard you say you loved me so many times
While you give me love so beautiful and tender
Someone else is in your mind
Dont close your eyes tonight
Just look at me and see how many times I cried for you
Dont close your eyes tonight
Let it be me, not just a fantasy
Let it be me tonight
Sorry if I cry - feelings run so deep
Many is a time when Ill wake up and find
That Im crying in my sleep
Look me in the eye, tell me what you see
Im the one who loves you, Im the one who needs you
Make this one for me
Dont close youe eyes tonight
Just look at me and see how many times I cried for you
Dont close your eyes tonight
Let it be me, not just a fantasy
Let it be me tonight
Words and music by richard kerr and frank musker
song performed by by John Denver
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THEY ARE POETS TOO, You are a poet!
THEY ARE POETS TOO, You are a poet!
THOSE who misspell
And those who are still coping up
With their metaphors
The techniques
Of rhyme & beat
Those who think
They do not
Know how to
Write poetry
And those
Who fear
What to say
What to write
What the others say
About their poetry
And those that doubt
Their writing
Abilities
Their thoughts
Their feelings
Their feelings
Their feelings
Yes
Yes
Their feelings
Or those who simply
Fear that they may only
Be displeasing
And disappointing
And those whose
Sense of confidence
About this thing
This poetry
This poem thing
Those that still
Hide what they
Feel to what they
Think
Is prose
Those who think that
Their life
Is not worth
Sharing in the
The beat and
Rhyme of poetry
Behold
The mere thought
About life
About a beating heart
The pulse
The eyes that blink
The fingers fidgety
That type the words
Of feelings
Of feelings
Yes
Yes
About feelings
It is all about feelings
The genuine feelings
Of your life
You type them
Each word
To another word
A chain of words
A long chain of words
Like playing the music
To the piano keys
Like strumming
The strings of a
Flamenco guitar
A certain music
A certain beat
To the sound
Of your computer keys
Hear the beat
And the rhyme
Of your computer keys
Each word
To another word
To a chain of words
To a longer chain of words
You are running a chain of feelings
You are chasing a chain of feelings long chained in your hearts wanting to be free
To be free
To be free
Yes
Yes
You, feeling to be free to run free to be all free
Like you were scattering red rose petals to this pedestal
Like you were sprinkling waters to this garden
Like you were splashing waters in the sea
Like you were bathing playing dancing in the rain
Like you were humming a tune to a trek on a hill
Like you were making love with your beloved the whole night
Behold
A poet in you is born
Behold
You are typing
A poem
You are
Feeling
And you are
By all means
Now a poet
I hereby baptize you
With that name.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dis poetry
Dis poetry is like a riddim dat drops
De tongue fires a riddim dat shoots like shots
Dis poetry is designed fe rantin
Dance hall style, big mouth chanting,
Dis poetry nar put yu to sleep
Preaching follow me
Like yu is blind sheep,
Dis poetry is not Party Political
Not designed fe dose who are critical.
Dis poetry is wid me when I gu to me bed
It gets into me dreadlocks
It lingers around me head
Dis poetry goes wid me as I pedal me bike
IÕve tried Shakespeare, respect due dere
But did is de stuff I like.
Dis poetry is not afraid of going ina book
Still dis poetry need ears fe hear an eyes fe hav a look
Dis poetry is Verbal Riddim, no big words involved
An if I hav a problem de riddim gets it solved,
IÕve tried to be more romantic, it does nu good for me
So I tek a Reggae Riddim an build me poetry,
I could try be more personal
But youÕve heard it all before,
Pages of written words not needed
Brain has many words in store,
Yu could call dis poetry Dub Ranting
De tongue plays a beat
De body starts skanking,
Dis poetry is quick an childish
Dis poetry is fe de wise an foolish,
Anybody can do it fe free,
Dis poetry is fe yu an me,
DonÕt stretch yu imagination
Dis poetry is fe de good of de Nation,
Chant,
In de morning
I chant
In de night
I chant
In de darkness
An under de spotlight,
I pass thru University
I pass thru Sociology
An den I got a dread degree
In Dreadfull Ghettology.
Dis poetry stays wid me when I run or walk
An when I am talking to meself in poetry I talk,
Dis poetry is wid me,
Below me an above,
Dis poetry's from inside me
It goes to yu
WID LUV.
poem by Benjamin Zephaniah
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I Can Write Poetry All Day Long
I CAN WRITE POETRY ALL DAY LONG
I can write Poetry all day long
But what will it give me?
There is just so much others will listen to
If anything?
And what is the value of writing words to myself for myself
Even if I love them
And believe they are real poetry,
And know in my soul
That their music is real?
I can write Poetry all day long
Or think I am writing poetry
When I am not-
Am I writing poetry now?
I feel I am-
Within me there is the song and the sound
There is the music of poetry
But is it real
Or only my self- deception?
Can I write poetry all day long?
Can I write poetry at all?
I am writing poetry now
Or so I tell myself-
But as I write this
The music within
Is already fading
And I hear in myself
The silence of my own lonely sound.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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You Are Not Lonely.
How can you be lonely when you have a wand to rely on?
How can you be lonely when you have Gestures to rely on?
How can you be lonely when you have paper to rely on?
Oh silly! How can you be lonely when you have loneliness to rely on?
Silly my dear mate you cannot be lonely.....
You have loneliness with you.....
He always hears you story....
Your story has words but your words have silence
You are though dumb to it but your loneliness can hear silence
So I'll share one secret, I have two friends very nice
One is silence and other is loneliness this is hard to deny...
I can hear their presence and can describe it to you
I have described so far till date you never knew
My silence is there for me I knew and believe
Is thus there yours for you too this you must reveal
So if Almighty bestows you with such a beauty delight.....
When your darkness is with your silence and loneliness and in their light......
How can you curse that Eternal who cares for you so high?
poem by Jinneth Rose
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Bulletproof Heart
You want to shoot me down?
Ive got a bulletproof heart,
Ive got a bulletproof heart.
Shotgun, hit and run,
Youve had your fun and you left me stung,
You took my heart for target practice,
And now I know that love shares no justice,
So i, Ive got a bulletproof heart,
Ive got a bulletproof heart.
Here is something you ought to know,
You better pack up and you better go now,
Dont mess with me, no playing around,
Im going to stomp you straight in the. ground
cause i, Ive got a bulletproof heart,
Ive got a bulletproof heart.
Oh i, Ive got a bulletproof heart,
Oh i, Ive got a bulletproof heart.
Finger on the trigger, ready to shoot,
Im kicking you out, not sharing my loot,
Im locking all my closets, Im closing my legs,
No use for you to even stand there and beg.
cause i, Ive got a bulletproof heart,
Ive got a bulletproof heart.
cause i, Ive got a bulletproof heart,
Ive got a bulletproof heart,
Ive got a bulletproof heart,
Oh Ive got a bulletproof heart,
Oh Ive got a bulletproof heart. [laughs....]
song performed by by Grace Jones
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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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Silence Speaks
Verse 1:
When i asked you
You said nothing was wrong
But i listened to your magical song
All its notes were gone
You sang it, i heard
Silence speaks a thousand words
Verse 2:
You keep telling me
I'll pay the price
For asking you once
And telling you twice
But i paid the day your emotions turned cold
Silence speaks a thousand words
Chorus:
Where do i turn when you turn away
It's never just the things you say
You never ever put me down
But when i speak you turn around
And saying not much is saying a lot
Verse 3:
If you spoke truth
There would be no doubt
But the only words are
"we'll work it out"
Well that's not saying much
You just don't take the time
And that is where i draw the line
Chorus
Bridge:
You're sending signals
First of hope then insecurity
Signals of doubt are everywhere
And subconsciously
You know you wanna break the ties
But you use silence
You use lies
Don't worry
I'll return your song of silence
Silence speaks a thousand words
Silence speaks a thousand words
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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18 Definitions Of Poetry
1) Poetry is what is Beautiful in words –
2) Poetry is the deepest feeling words can tell
3) Poetry is the soul of each one of us
4) Poetry is the morning light after the longest night
5) Poetry is a dream of dreams in a world that needs dreams to be
beautiful
6) Poetry is the Search for God and the Love of God in all holy writing
7) Poetry is Reality itself when it is doing what it should
8) Poetry is you and me and all of us when we are kind to each other
9) Poetry is more than we can say or know- deeper than the deepest
silence and quieter also
10) Poetry is the place we go to in ourselves when we need to cry out loud
11) Poetry is Love words of love and the first spring of the young lovers first
song
12) Poetry is all we are when our minds are right and strong
13) Poetry is what saves us from all the other words
14) Poetry is what ceases to exist when Cruelty comes
15) Poetry is Love and Blessing and Kindness again
16) Poetry cuts through the icy sea within and sends chills down the spine
17) Poetry is what is recollected in tranquility but also tried and tossed in
tempest on the most difficult seas
18) Poetry is open to more than what it has been It is what others have not yet created and will so long as we are human and in search of the Sublime
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Poem Preceding Time
Poetry paves the heart's compassionate path
signals alarming the soul of coming return
ultimate creative force resonating from
the heart of existence
nature, architecture
geometry, magic, medicine
technology and science
laughter, song
silence, stillness
all movement
all sound
love, humor, everyday happenings
world news, music, politics
beauty, truth, tragedies, lies
myth, immortality, heartbreak and epic triumph
risings, fallings,
struggles and sufferings
reality, dream
light and darkness
conscious realms in between
the shared cry of
humanity and god
the poem written
preceding time
captures all
poetry spoken in every language
known in every world
communication life line of the soul
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Silence Speaks (A Thousand Words)
Verse 1:
When I asked you
You said nothing was wrong
But I listened to your magical song
All its notes were gone
You sang it, I heard
Silence speaks a thousand words
Verse 2:
You keep telling me
Ill pay the price
For asking you once
And telling you twice
But I paid the day your emotions turned cold
Silence speaks a thousand words
Chorus:
Where do I turn when you turn away
Its never just the things you say
You never ever put me down
But when I speak you turn around
And saying not much is saying a lot
Verse 3:
If you spoke truth
There would be no doubt
But the only words are
"well work it out"
Well thats not saying much
You just dont take the time
And that is where I draw the line
Chorus
Bridge:
Youre sending signals
First of hope then insecurity
Signals of doubt are everywhere
And subconsciously
You know you wanna break the ties
But you use silence
You use lies
Dont worry
Ill return your song of silence
Silence speaks a thousand words
Silence speaks a thousand words
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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The world is a bewildering big box
Among flowers a green leaf
Among words let silence live
Flowers are dreams leaf is life
Words are waste silence is love
Among stars the moon is above
Stands over head with honey spoon
Below dancing the poverty crone
No morality no humanity, might is right
Some lives in luxury some in plight
Love is wonder life is a miracle
Destiny is mystery fate is riddle
The blood of the poor is sweeter
The same harping of the old guitar
The philosophy of life is fantastic
More puzzling is when logic devours logic
No where is the truth and beauty
In reality the true fact is the irony
The world is a bewildering big box
Here lies permanently only the paradox.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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The Poem Has A Music Of Its Own
THE POEM HAS A MUSIC OF ITS OWN
The poem has a music of its own
Without the music
It is no poetry.
My music
Faltering breaking slow
Wonders where it is going
And if it really sounds
As music should sound.
Once it was more easy to feel
The melody in me real.
Now I just do not know
So many sounds
So many words
So many claims of poetry.
Music music music
Where are you?
The sound from myself
Is only 'me' now.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Love in Words
Naive little things, words,
yet so effective when strung together
breathing romance
and fading loneliness
between the lines
with words in pastel strokes
joined in just the right way.
A writer's thoughts
whether fact or fiction
become another's hopes,
and the words find their way
to a reader's heart as surely
as petals dropped in a forest
mark the way home again.
I love you's bloom, only to fade
by truths revealed in even more words.
Can we fall in love through poetry?
I believe we can,
through the pure naivete of words.
A Ring Of Bright Words Dancing
and that day
eighty words woke up, listened to each other,
smiled, joined hands,
danced in a ring
and as they danced around and round
the space inside the circle
became magic
the earth flowed
into a brightness in the air
which in its space
became sound
the words dancing
left a ring in the grass
in the sound of a poem
then returned home
to where words rest
in stillness and in silence
until called upon
to waken fresh
poem by Michael Shepherd
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