Find Rest My Soul In Lyric’s Chime
Find rest my soul in lyric’s chime,
Refreshed anew by making rhyme.
It’s course my thoughts direct the paths
That make my mind to sing.
When all the world in chaos sways
A refuge here I find.
I feel my mind has wings.
With pen and poem I find new ways,
To speak to all mankind.
My poems, my thoughts, I find may last;
My world renewed by taking time,
With rest refreshed by making rhyme.
10/17/05
poem by Gary Bryson
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For a friend who starts
I am happy you find this thing
This old thing this oldest thing
Of being us
Making us feel us making the rest
See us making them
Take the form we are forming
This image these thoughts
These fragments
Of our humanity
Thanks for finally becoming like me
My friend you have just started
This art
I am happy for you and I will see
You more in what
You write
Your poems shaping your soul
Your poems to bare them all
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Beginning Of Understanding....
it is not the head
do not be misled
it is not the finer thoughts
but the shady ones
where you must find comfort
and it is not
in those neurons of
convoluted matter
that will make the finest
being in you
than the rest of this ocean
of humanity
rest a little
do not think
unload what bias of thoughts are there
be renewed,
anew
feel the coolness of the tree
listen to the song of the
sea breeze
lay your head on the breasts
of this earth
it is where
the heart is.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Is All In The Mind If We Really Want To Find
do not admire me for my courage
not saving myself
always making others live
find their own homes
making them have wings
so they can all fly again
and find their hidden
islands of
paradise
these are all but the workings
of my mind
realities that i still want to have
something
yet to come true
but for the meantime bear with me
you badly need all these too
mind you baby
it is all in the mind
only if we really want to find
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Chronicles Of A Day Stranded In Nature Part 5 Resist Even Out Here
Resist... resist with all my strength
Sometimes i find it hard to resist
I find myself thinking thoughts not be thought
It seems that to not think in this way makes my mind twist
This battle has been fought
Many times before
Yet the thoughts that are there to abhor
Not to surrender to... they're pleasurable O
As i grind my toes inside my shoe
And steady my jaw I resist the urge
And thoughts of the other... I wish to purge
These thoughts of any candidate for my wife
The one with which i spend my life
I must resist even when I rest
And I cannot let my guard down even after a hard test
They plague and pervade my mind
Though I like these thoughts... I still must find
Some peace from them, because for me they
Often are evil... how fey
Resist...resist... with all my mind
poem by David Knox
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Being A Poet
I find that I can compose a poem best,
When I am out walking, or am at rest.
When I am lying in my bed at night,
I think about what I am able to write.
Or when I’m out walking, or sat on a train,
Words and ideas, all rush round my brain.
Sometimes, ideas just appear in my head,
Or may be a result of something I’ve read.
At fellow passengers, on a train, I take a look;
Some chatter away, while others read a book.
But, me, I’m sat there, quietly composing verse;
With dozens of ideas, my creative mind bursts.
If I compose lines on my way into town,
I repeat them over, until I write them down;
If they are not written down straightaway,
Around my mind, other thoughts then play.
There are many things which inspire me to write,
Such as animals, the seasons, and the sky at night.
If I try to force ideas, they just do not flow;
The poem itself, I find, just will not grow.
I like to write on a layperson’s level;
In too much information, I do not revel.
Having chosen a decent subject or idea,
I then need to get my brain in to gear.
Of a subject, I like to consider all of the aspects,
But I keep my writing simple; not too complex.
To make a poem rhyme, words I may change,
But I only use words that are within my range.
In using unfamiliar words, I can see no point;
A nice poem, tricky words, can really disjoint.
Words, within my head, I keep batting around,
Until the perfect combination, is finally found.
With poetry, I really love the creative process,
But over time, I’ve become slightly obsessed.
Sometimes I find myself talking in rhyme;
That I am a poet, this must be a sure sign.
Of my finished poems, I often feel proud;
One day, I’ll be brave and read them aloud.
Into my swirling head, ideas continue to pop;
I love writing poetry and never want to stop!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Mr Disco
How can I ever forget you
You dont know just what Ive been through
The holiday we spent together
Lives with me now and forever
I tried but I cant find you
Tell me now what do I do
I tried but I cant find you
Tell me now what do I do
I cant find my piece of mind
Because I need you with me all of the time
I used to think about you night and day
I used to feel what language cannot say
Oh I cant find you
No I cant find my piece of mind without you
Maybe youd write me a letter
And tell me why I never met you
Our rendezvous just ended in sorrow
Without you theres no tomorrow
I tried but I cant find you
Tell me now what do I do
I tried but I cant find you
Tell me now what do I do
I cant find my piece of mind
Because I need you with me all of the time
I used to think about you night and day
I didnt care what other people would say
Oh I cant find you
No I cant find my piece of mind without you
I cant find my piece of mind
Because I need you with me all of the time
I used to think about you night and day
I used to feel what language cannot say
Oh I cant find you
No I cant find my piece of mind without you
Ibiza, majorca, and benidorm too
Ive searched all these places but never found you
song performed by by New Order
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G*d Unnamed
So many are reluctant, in their speech,
to make referral to the name of God;
as if to speak thus is to overreach
what may by human mind be understood.
Yet is it not the given power of mind
to do this very thing, and boldly seek
always the greater picture, there to find
the greater causes, and of them to speak?
Our consciousness is greater than the Sun;
it shines beyond the shadows of the mind;
in universal thoughts that look to One
a richer life this greater love may find.
Thus unnamed unity may head our quest;
for Goodness, Truth and Beauty there still rest..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Singing A Love Song
Well, I may not get applause every night when I sing,
And I may not hear the cheers of a crowd.
And my voice cant always rise to make the mountains ring,
And at times I cant even sing out aloud.
But youve got me singing a love song,
Melody and rhyme;
It moves me every time.
Youve got me singing a love song,
And it keeps you on my mind, ooooh, on my mind.
Feelin fine all the time.
It keeps you on my mind.
Sometimes my voice is strained and the strings wont hold a tune.
My back is sore, and Im just too tired to try,
And I dont want to work or rest or think of you,
Or face the world or even close my eyes.
But youve got me singing a love song,
Melody and rhyme;
It moves me every time; I know that,
Youve got me singing a love song,
And it keeps you on my mind, ooooh, on my mind.
Feelin fine all the time.
It keeps you on my mind.
My broken dreams, they dont bother me,
And hard times in life I dont mind.
I think of things that Id rather see,
And you give me piece of mind.
Hard times will come and sometimes I wont wanna sing,
But Ill sing with all the love that I can find.
And Im happy there to hear me in the silence of my song.
Im gonna sing for you until the end of time.
cause youve got me singin a love song,
Melody and rhyme;
It moves me every time.
Youve got me singing a love song,
And it keeps you on my mind, ooooh, on my mind.
Feelin fine all the time.
It keeps you on my mind.
And it keeps you on my mind.
Youve got me singin a love song.
And it keeps you on my mind.
Youve got me singin a love song....
song performed by by Amy Grant
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On Being Told That There Is No Rhyme For The Word “Limerick”
After I heard Harry’s limerick,
I found that my mind set to simmer. “Rick, ”
I said to myself,
“One might write it itself, ”
But I answered, “You’re chances are slimmer, Rick! ”
So I can’t find a good rhyme for Limerick.
Told myself, “ You are just a beginner, Rick
And though there’s no reason
You can’t write something decent,
I fancy your chances get grimmer, Rick! ”
He said that it might rhyme with turmeric
But I thought, “You’re not that fast a learner, Rick:
Ditch your thoughts wasting time
Finding suitable rhyme;
Let your plans, man, stand on the back burner, Rick.”
But the cogwheels had started to turn a bit
As I guessed I had started to learn a bit
And I might find a line
That rhymes Limerick fine
And might win me a prize, so I earn a bit.
But I thought, “Though there was just a glimmer, Rick.
You will think till you’re needing a zimmer, Rick,
Since the muse isn’t kind,
I am sure you’ll will find
Not a word that will rhyme fine with Limerick.”
poem by C. Richard Miles
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Time Has Told Me
Time has told me
Youre a rare rare find
A troubled cure
For a troubled mind.
And time has told me
Not to ask for more
Someday our ocean
Will find its shore.
So i'll leave the ways that are making me be
What I really dont want to be
Leave the ways that are making me love
What I really dont want to love.
Time has told me
You came with the dawn
A soul with no footprint
A rose with no thorn.
Your tears they tell me
Theres really no way
Of ending your troubles
With things you can say.
And time will tell you
To stay by my side
To keep on trying
til theres no more to hide.
So leave the ways that are making you be
What you really dont want to be
Leave the ways that are making you love
What you really dont want to love.
Time has told me
Youre a rare rare find
A troubled cure
For a troubled mind.
And time has told me
Not to ask for more
For some day our ocean
Will find its shore.
song performed by by Nick Drake
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Collide
The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And i'm tangled up in you, yeah
I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide
I'm quiet you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know
I'm always on your mind
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
I somehow find
You and I collide
Don't stop here
I've lost my place
I'm close behind
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
song performed by by Howie Day
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Some day
Sometimes when
I get up in the morning
I find things are not normal
On that day
For no rhyme or reason
I feel unhappy
Unnecessarily crappy
Someday I am full of joy
Wanting to enjoy
Till the end of the day
All of a sudden feel unwell
On the very next day
I feel tired and exhausted
Rest is the call for the day
One of the days
All is well
But mind is not the same
Whatever I do
Doesn’t go right on that day
One’s biorhythm they say
Changes every day
I shall find the reason
That causes all this
Some day
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Conversations Of The Heart
the first poem that you really find it hard to write
is to write an image which must tell her
that you love her truly from the bottom of your heart, and then
the most beautiful poem comes from her when she admits that she
also loves you with all her heart and soul and mind,
and then the saddest poem
was not written.
it was when everything ended.
the years passed.
and you do not even know
where she is.
it is always the saddest poem,
when you do not know where to find love again.
you say, not anymore, but
it can be a lie, for how can one live without it?
All corners of the world are looking for it.
They seem not to find it,
and all these corners will only stop writing
and talking and speaking
when love is found
when their hearts are
filled,
when their mouths
cannot utter a word,
because of so much abundance,
bliss, joy, happiness,
all these shall make us mute for another hundred years.
(do we ever reach there?)
honestly in making love, (and be in so much trouble loving,)
words do not have use,
love, you embrace me with so much intensity
all my nerves sing, neurons spark with flints,
i explode, finished.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet: Immortal Shall Be My Poems
My poems shall live for Eternity!
God inspires me and I perspire;
Writ them all I have for all posterity;
Outcome my poems from my heart with fire.
I’ll say all the good things, I ought to say;
Paint all the bad things, they ought to refrain;
On earth we must live with care any day;
Life is just one chance and doesn’t come again.
Writ are my thoughts for immortality!
God helps say the right things in right ways;
The art in my poems, the world will see;
I’ll serve God thus for the rest of my days.
My poems will stand the test of all time;
I speak of life and values with much rhyme.
poem by John Celes
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Aint No Song
There aint no melody
And I cant find a harmony
If there were a way to say it
You know I would have played it
Well, Im a man of few words
Trying to find a rhyme
And finally it occurred to me
That Im wasting my time
There aint no rhyme or reason
Aint no time or season
Aint no way around it
I know I would have found it
There aint no song in the whole wide world
Could hardly sing without you
There aint no song in the whole wide world
To tell you the way that I feel
Painters use their eyes
To show us what they see
But when that canvas dries
We all see it differently
There aint black or white
There aint no day or night
There aint no way around it
You know I would have found it
Chorus
No, no, no, I might as well pack it on up
Not even this songs gonna tell you the way that I feel
song performed by by James Taylor
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Poem As Conversations
a poem for ramona
and a poem for jean and a poem for candice
and a poem too for yuri
and a poem too for emma and another poem for hannah
and another poem for allan
and the rest of the clan
they are but
conversations sticking to my mind
and through these poems
i replay them
and you think these are not poems at all
precisely, these are conversations of the living
the living word
the word that still cohabits with us
we let them out from our mouths
but you do not wish to recover them
did you mean them all to be said
with the terms and conditions of truth?
i am recording them
and i am replaying them through these lines
i look where truth
lies
i find some and keep them
and these are these
on these lines
a poem for you a poem for the world that we all make
what we say is what we get
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How Will I Fall Asleep Tonight?
How will I fall asleep tonight?
My mind just races so.
Can I desensitize myself to life
and allow my mind to go
to a place of peace and rest?
Or has God allowed this to happen to me
because it is my test?
I search for answers that do not come.
They’re lost inside of my mind.
I struggle with this on each new day
but the answers are left behind
in some faraway place that beckons me
but I’m never able to find.
I will try again to sleep tonight
and put my thoughts away
at least until I can find some rest
to face another day.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Your Poems About Love Revisited
the first poem that you really find it hard to write
is to write an image which must tell her
that you love her truly from the bottom of your heart, and then
the most beautiful poem comes from her when she admits that she
also loves you with all her heart and soul and mind,
and then the saddest poem
was not written.
it was when everything ended.
the years passed.
and you do not even know
where she is.
it is always the saddest poem,
when you do not know where to find love
anymore.
All corners of the world are looking for it.
They seem not to find it,
and all these corners will only stop writing
and talking and speaking
when love is found
when their hearts are
filled,
when their mouths
cannot utter a word,
because of so much abundance,
bliss, joy, happiness, these shall make
us mute for another hundred years.
for in making love,
words do not have use,
except to call its name again
on the intensity of feeling....love.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Irrelevant thoughts
Nothing hurts me more than my own thoughts
Intelligentsias all over world have offered explanations and always sought
The adoption of whimsical ways to come out of jugglery
It is nothing but state of mind and simple misery
It is known fact that we have temporary refuge
The problems may be more but we make it to seem huge
The ups and down may make it more enterprising
As life it self may be thrilling and promising
If I had poor parenting and no sources
What is use of its remembrance and curse?
It may make you reasonable of course
But after all they are dominant and driving force
Human mind works at faster space
Some of us take special pride in race
Color, cast and creed also occupy most of the time
Who then has to be blamed for it anytime?
We tend to loose few steps for futile adventures
That doesn’t show way or completely ensure
Rather it pushed us to the brink
Where we can only hope of losing ship or sink
The human mind may be called think tank
Where millions of ideas invade and sink
Some may take to useful conclusion
Rest may not warrant even inclusion
I have tried to struggle for temporary objects
It has found unfavorable and some times rejected
But that has not pushed me to an absolute end
As it provided many means to amend
Thoughts are nice to cultivate mind
It has unique way to explore and find
What we need to emphasize is its proper application
It must have some reasoning and direct relations
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Poetry Obsession
I have been writing poetry for just over a year;
That I love poetry, I guess, it's perfectly clear.
My output, to date, has been really quite prolific.
I feel pleased with my work, but it's not terrific.
Now is the time for me to make a confession:
For me, poetry has become a bit of an obsession!
Now I find that, sometimes when I speak,
My sentences unintentionally rhyme! Eeek!
My poems total over three hundred in number;
Sometimes, composing them affects my slumber.
Of my poetry, I admit I feel really rather proud,
But I feel way too shy to read them out aloud.
Often, when I'm out walking, or I'm sat on a train,
Ideas will manifest themselves deep in my brain.
I often find myself spending quite some time,
Pondering the two factors of rhythm and rhyme.
My poems all rhyme: I don't write in ‘free verse':
In unrhymed poetry, myself, I just can't immerse.
To me, poetry which rhymes seems more precise:
It has a better finish, and it just sounds, well, nice!
At my poems online, people have been gazing,
But I would disagree that my work is ‘amazing'.
From all over the world, I am quite often sent
From fellow poets, some encouraging comments.
I have chosen some of my poems to put in a book;
My local bookshop is selling it! Please take a look!
I was thrilled when they agreed to sell it in-store;
They sold the entire first batch, and asked for more!
My dream job is to become a really famous writer;
I know it's a tough journey, but I'm a real fighter.
For sitting, writing poetry, I would love to get paid:
Maybe, if I keep plodding onwards, I will one day!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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