Life Like Blown Empty Bellies
Life turned blown-empty
Like poverty-plagued bellies
When true, free will vanished
Into louder cries of hurt sanctity
It became a deformed goat
Limping in auburn flesh
Horns useless
He may fight no restraints
As to sauntering the length and lengths
Stretching the physical beyond
But in the unfaltering limp- up, down, up
His drive falters
And is weighed down by despondence in fatigue
O! Life sagged like dried sunburnt banana leaves
When our Moses cleaved Herod's throne
And one fine Isrealite tint
Waded through the Nile's blood
When good turned bad
Bad turned worse
Worse turned worst
And now, worst turns good
Truth has of long been locked behind lies
Wedged to every plate of
Harbingers of inhumanity
Plunking rotten meats
Beneath our plates, around our cups
Like ashen slaves on the Atlantic
Our biceps grow, minds flow, flow away
Like fondled harmattan dust
Will and purpose from our heads have
Been stricken
Truth and 'loved love' trounced
By pestles of insanity
And confused sense
Hallowed in gloom of deception
When true, free will vanished
Like poverty-plagued bellies
Life turned blown-empty
poem by Oludipe Samuel
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Just Not True
(carly simon)
You stick to me when I wish you gone
You hammer on my thoughts through dreams
Your plot is thick with saucy schemes
And ways to reach my balconies
But I say Im not turned on by the way you look
I say Im not turned on by the way you act
Im not turned on when you tell me that you need me
But sometimes, just sometimes
You can see the softness in my eyes
And you know, its just not true
Youre in my blood, a holy ghost
I scream, but its a hollow plea
The thoughts I swallow leave me thirsty
You do a very fine imitation of me
And I say Im not turned on by the way you laugh
Im not turned on by the way you smile
Im not turned on when you tell me that you love me
But sometimes, just sometimes
You can see the softness in my eyes
And you know, its just not true
And I say Im not turned on by the way you dance
Im not turned on my the way you laugh
Im not turned on when you need me
But sometimes, just sometimes
You can see the softness in my eyes
And you know, its just not true.
song performed by by Carly Simon
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The Liar
'I cannot tell the truth, ' he said,
'In truth, I always lie.'
I lay back on the gentle grass
And looked up at the sky,
He'd said it all before, of course,
He had me taken in,
Until I came to realize
Each lie was like a sin.
Each lie he told subverted truth,
Each 'truth' was but a lie,
If he could never tell the truth...
I turned my head to sigh!
'And so you lie with every breath,
Is what you're telling me? '
'That's right, they say I can't lie straight
In bed, yessir, that's me! '
'You lie, ' I said, 'you lie again,
If you can't tell the truth! '
'Of course, ' he laughed, and turned to kiss
His current girlfriend, Ruth.
'And so you even lie to her,
So what's her take on this? '
Ruth turned, 'I love a liar,
When a liar loves like this.'
I packed the picnic basket and
I threw it in the car,
Jumped in the driver's seat and turned
The key, then locked each door.
He jumped up then, alarmed, and said:
'You'd leave us high and dry?
You said you'd drop us off at home...'
'I lied, ' I said, 'Goodbye! '
18 June 2009
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Ibrahim II
You are better off today than yesterday,
But tomorrow comes and it will be worst off!
Oh Ibrahim my lover! ! This is how the world is,
And we have to face the realities around us at all times.
Of the water which was turned into blood!
Of the River Nile which was turned into frogs!
But, there is One Law for us all;
Yes, One Law for the native born and for the stranger.
The book of war!
The book peace,
The book of joy,
The book of love,
The book of romance,
The book of rivers;
And like the first moon of the year! !
However, all the rivers that flow ends up to the sea.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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When The Eagle Cries
Another day, just like any other
out of the blue, it turned to horror
How could they? Why would they?
The innocents suffered hell's inferno
An senseless act that goes unforgotten
How could they? They will pay.
(Chorus)
When the Eagle Cries (5x)
Out of the ashes came a tempted vengeance,
but we are focused, we seek redemption
we are free, we'll stay free
All they've done, is make us stronger
The sleeping giant, is asleep no longer
If need be, we'll die free
(Chorus)
When the Eagle Cries (blood will flow)
When the Eagle Cries (for freedom's fight)
When the Eagle Cries (we love us all)
When the Eagle Cries (we'll sacrifice)
When the Eagle Cries
When the Eagle Cries (blood will flow)
When the Eagle Cries they made us stronger (for freedoms fight)
When the Eagle Cries we'll sacrifice (we love us all)
When the Eagle Cries for freedom's fight (we'll sacrifice)
When the Eagle Cries
song performed by by Iced Earth
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Sonnet: Most Earthly Things Don't Last For Long!
There are some things we wished to have in life;
We tried our level-best to get them fast,
Despite our poverty, trials and strife;
But once acquired, they turned things of past!
There are some more, we could not get at all,
Despite our many struggles to procure;
But then, they turned like autumn leaves that fall;
And left us just the anguish to endure!
Nevertheless, all earthly things don't last;
Our soul carries the good and bad, we do;
Our evil done stealthily looks aghast;
The good we did becomes scarce, almost few!
All things of earth return to dust some day!
The state of soul decides after-life's way!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 25-06-12
poem by John Celes
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Some Kind Of Friend
Music by Barry Manilow
Lyrics by Adrienne Anderson
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I saw you at the Beechwood Cafe
You looked at me and then you looked away
That was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
You said you had places that you had to be
Now who is gonna be there for me
That was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
Lady that was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
Baby that was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
They say that women like you can't get enough
Got your Maserati built for two
They say that women like you like to play
with love
Is that true?
When I ran into you the other day
You smiled at me but you had nothing to say
That was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
Tell me why'd you do what you did to me
Covered up your life so I couldn't see
Now that was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
Lady that was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned to be
Baby that was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
I never should have let you get to me
Nevershould have let you bring me down
Didn't know that I was just some fantasy
That you found.
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Weary body
She gave him her dreams,
he made them nightmares.
She gave him her love, he
turned it to hatred, she gave
him her warm kisses, he
turned them into regrets.
She gave him her enthusiasm;
he turned it into distress.
She gave him her sweet hymns;
he turned them into howling wolves.
She gave him the flavor of her
craves, he turned it into bitterness,
She gave him the nectars of her
fruits, he made them go bad.
She gave him her time, he took
it for granted. All she gave, became
in vain; a weary body and broken
lies, are the only truth she has to
confront. Her heart was still alive
she gave it to him, he took it in
warm blood, and let it bleed to death.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Real Turned On
Girl, before you go now
Theres one thing I wanted to do
Thats get you to come back
Because I wanna make love to you
Got me real turned on
Yes, you have
But theres something in your eyes
Telling me you have to go
Something in your eyes
But youre trying not to let it show
Got me real turned on
Next time you come over
Ill buy you a bottle of wine
Just take a little drink
And everything will turn out fine
Yes, it will
Whoa baby, do you know
What Ive got in mind
Can you guess what it is
Or do you want it on the line
Got me real turned
Got me real turned
Got me real turned
Got me real turned on
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Soldiers to Sportsmen!
Fighting spirit never dies in man!
Man never sees wonder of his life;
Physical form of man is a miracle
That should be put to best use...!
This he has to remember before
Fight to the last to destroy all....!
Perhaps sports is created well
To satisfy warring talent for good!
Valour was decided by fight earlier....;
Fight was turned into sports in arena
That slowly turned into Olympic game
Starting from spear fight on horse back!
Soldiers turned into chivalrous knights,
Gladiators, national cadet corps, athletes,
Soccer, cricket and base ball players.....
Surely are far better than war soldiers!
poem by Ramesh T A
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The Plagues On Egypt
When God spoke to Moses about Egypt He made it clear from the start,
To show His Power and Glory He was going to harden Pharaoh's heart.
When Aaron's staff became a snake Pharaoh turned to his magic art,
Because he relied upon sorcerers God began to harden his very heart.
And when God plagued Egypt with blood and frogs throughout the land,
Pharaoh saw relief and he refused to acknowledge God's Uplifted Hand.
Even when God turned the dust into gnats causing the magicians dread,
And pointed to The Finger of God; Pharaoh was unmoved like God said.
Next He plagued Egypt with flies in all the houses and on the ground,
But to make God's people distinct in Goshen not a fly could be found.
God then struck and killed all of Egypt's livestock out in the field,
And even though none died in Goshen, Pharaoh still would not yield.
When the soot in the air turned into fine powder throughout the land,
The magicians broke out with boils and before Moses could not stand.
With hail God struck down all that was in the field that had breath,
And He followed with a plague of locusts to devour all that was left.
Since Pharaoh refused to obey due to his heart's increasing hardness,
God gave light to His people and covered Egypt in complete darkness.
God finally struck down all the firstborn of Egypt by Uplifted Hand,
This caused Pharaoh to expel the Israelites out of his wicked land.
Thanks To Chance
I started out long ago
with a handful of dreams,
but through the years,
every one of them vanished
or so it seemed to me.
They say that chance
plays a big part in our lives,
and it was by chance
someone recognised me
from an old photograph
Now my dreams have returned
and slowly each are coming true.
Just as I turned away
from the road a head,
I have turned back to greater things.
Once I abandoned my life,
felt it was going nowhere.
Thanks to chance
I have found myself again
and a brighter future somewhere.
10 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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Sonnet-Life Is Meaningless Sans God
I sought to know Life's meaning for quite long
Through Science and turned Atheist all the more;
And throughtout life, I was proved very wrong;
Science could not open Life's most secret door.
I sought Life's meaning from Mother Nature,
Who unfolded great truths of beauty much;
I learnt from her and turned quickly mature;
She showed me God, His Love and soothing touch.
Thus, Life divorced from God was vain pursuit;
My Theism took me to stellar heights;
God's mystery was more than our Life's great Truth;
I felt like one amidst the flying kites.
My Life was empty till I found my God
And saw His Love that made me Man from clod.
poem by John Celes
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You Turned To Me
You turned to me
And all at once
I knew I was betrayed
My eyes met yours just down the darkened path
Where both of us had strayed
Nothing good can come out of this
I know it may not be
But just then you turned to me
And I thought for a moment
Like the fool that I've become
I might be the one
To turn these lights back on
Just as I began to say
It's never worth the price you pay
I was going there anyway
You turned to me
And all at once
I knew that you had seen
How I was lost in something quite like love
When all I did was dream
Now as evening becomes the dawn
I wonder where you'll be
And just why you turned to me
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Love And Be Loved
The Princess was given a gift;
she would love and be loved
her whole life long, when the
evil fairy came with her curse
to the christening, saying the
Princess would be turned out
of her kingdom; she could not
take away the gift of love
Though the curse was fulfilled,
the Princess lost her kingdom,
love went with her in the form
of a Prince turned into a Hedge-
hog who loved the Princess
more than life; the Princess
grew to love the Hedgehog
also and her kiss revealed
Her love to him, turned him back
into a Prince; all the evil fairy had
done was to make sure that the
Princess had an adventurous life,
married her true love who had laid
down his life to save hers when he
became a Hedgehog to serve…
E Nesbit - The Princess and the Hedgehog -
Abelard-Schumann 1974
poem by Margaret Alice
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Worm Either Way
If you live along with all the other people
and are just like them, and conform, and are nice
you're just a worm --
and if you live with all the other people
and you don't like them and won't be like them and won't conform
then you're just the worm that has turned,
in either case, a worm.
The conforming worm stays just inside the skin
respectably unseen, and cheerfully gnaws away at the heart of life,
making it all rotten inside.
The unconforming worm -- that is, the worm that has turned --
gnaws just the same, gnawing the substance out of life,
but he insists on gnawing a little hole in the social epidermis
and poking his head out and waving himself
and saying: Look at me, I am not respectable,
I do all the things the bourgeois daren't do,
I booze and fornicate and use foul language and despise your honest man.--
But why should the worm that has turned protest so much?
The bonnie bonnie bourgeois goes a-whoring up back streets just the same.
The busy busy bourgeois imbibes his little share
just the same
if not more.
The pretty pretty bourgeois pinks his language just as pink
if not pinker,
and in private boasts his exploits even louder, if you ask me,
than the other.
While as to honesty, Oh look where the money lies!
So I can't see where the worm that has turned puts anything over
the worm that is too cunning to turn.
On the contrary, he merely gives himself away.
The turned worm shouts. I bravely booze!
the other says. Have one with me!
The turned worm boasts: I copulate!
the unturned says: You look it.
You're a d----- b----- b----- p----- bb-----, says the worm that's turned.
Quite! says the other. Cuckoo!
poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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There Could Never
(phillip damien/mark wilson)
Theres no other, there could never be
Im so in love baby cant you see
Please stay here right next to me
There could never
Be another there could never be
My heart was locked, till you turned the key
And your love has set me free
There could never...
Be another person in this world
Who could make me feel this way
Youre always open and so full of joy
Im trying to find the words to say
Like I love you
I need you in my life
Forever please dont turn away
I need you to stay - always
So baby cant you understand that...
Theres no other, there could never be
Im so in love baby cant you see
Please stay here right next to me
There could never
Be another there could never be
My heart was locked, till you turned the key
And your love has set me free
There could never...
Be a feeling in this heart of mine
That would ever bring you down
Because the love you gave, it made me free
It brought me to this higher ground
Now yes I love you, and I need you, in my life
So please dont go I want you to stay
So please let me say
I need you - and I want you baby
song performed by by Tiffany
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Homeless
while walking thru the woods one day
a wise homeless man came my way
and as he came closer to me
he asked me so softely.
do you have a dollar you could spare
to buy a burger for my wife and i to share.
i've lost everything in my life
home, car, children too.
and i don't know what to do.
so now my wife and i sleep under the trees
with leaves as a bed, to rest my weary head.
i know that my clothes are torn and tattered
but to me that does'nt matter.
if i could have a dollar or two
i would be grateful to you.
a warm meal is all i ask, if it's not much of a task.
all my life i was a provider, and now i'm an outsider
an outsider who finally sees, what poverty has done to me.
i've worked every job that i could find
.to be the provider that i used to be.
but life turned its back on me
they say that humanity always asks the LORD.
'why me' but poverty is the student
and hardship is the teacher.
that is the way the LORD can reach us.
for when we see all that we had, and did not want to share.
turned our backs on everyone, and did not really care.
this is the time that our lessons in life unfolds.
for in GODS teachings, to help our fellow man.
sacrifices we all must make, its part of GODS plan.
and now that i am homeless and living in the woods
i have to ask myself.
'what would have happened if in my life i was good'
i gave this man five dollars for that was all i had.
he looked up at me and smiled
and blessed me for the generosity.
then he turned his back, and departed from me.
and as he walked away, a mist covered him from view.
there was no one there, that was when i knew.
the LORD had came to me that day.
just to show me the homeless way.
poem by Louis Rams
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Labour Of Love
Marriage is a two-headed transplant,
Sometimes thats how it seems.
When the sex wears off its all give and take,
And its good-bye to all your dreams.
One head wants to go to a movie
While the other wants to stay at home,
And just like a two-headed transplant
You get the feeling that youre never alone.
Mr. and mrs. horrible are an example of what I say.
They used to be so in love, now they fight so much
That theyve frightened all their friends away.
They never get visits from neighbors,
Theyve alienated everyone.
And what started off as all cuddles and kisses
Has finally become
A labour of love, labour of love.
The torment, the worry and woe,
Loves full of fears, bruises and tears,
Thats the way that a true love grows.
Its a labour of love, labour of love.
Its a struggle, without a doubt,
But if they keep on trying, screaming and crying,
Somehow theyre gonna work it all out.
It turned into a two-headed transplant,
But it started off with here comes the bride.
But cut off one of the heads and youll soon find out
That the other just couldnt survive.
Because they couldnt stand to be separated
They still each others to have and hold.
Anyone who thinks the transplant is easy
Really ought to be told
Its a labour of love, labour of love.
The torments, the worries and whoas,
The battles, the fights, the bruises and bites,
Thats the way that a true love grows.
They took the vows, for better or worse,
And they had it blessed by heaven above,
But what started so brightly as a tender romance
Turned into a labour of love.
Turned into a labour of love.
song performed by by Kinks
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On Any Other Day
You want something corny?
You got it
Theres a house on my street
And it looks real neat
Im the chap who lives in it
Theres a tree on the sidewalk
Theres a car by the door
Ill go for a drive in it
And when the wombat comes
He will find me gone
Hell look for a place to sit
My wife has burned the scrambled eggs
The dog just bit my leg
My teenage daughter ran away
My fine young son has turned out gay
Cut off my fingers in the
Door of my car
How could I do it?
My wife is proud to tell me
Of her love affairs
How could she do this to me?
My wife has burned the scrambled eggs
The dog just bit my leg
My teenage daughter ran away
My fine young son has turned out gay
And it would be ok on any other day
And it would be ok on any other day
Throw down the morning papers
And spill my tea
I dont know whats wrong with me
The cups and plates are in a
Conspiracy
Im covered in misery
My wife has burned the scrambled eggs
The dog just bit my leg
My teenage daughter ran away
My fine young son has turned out gay
And it would be ok on any other day
And it would be ok on any other day
And it would be ok on any other day
song performed by by Police
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Dharma For One
[instrumental]
[introduction:]
Shes really turned on by the television, and vice versa.
Heres a song called, [? ? ? ]. yes, right. rearranged though,
Nevertheless. a new lease on life. in other words, its just a bit
Louder. ''dharma for one.
[lyrics:]
Dharma, seek and you will find
Truth within your mind, dharma.
Dharma, each to his own we say,
Together well end astray, dharma.
Truth is like freedom, it doesnt fool me.
Be true to yourself, never think that youre free.
Dharma will come eventually.
[outtroduction:]
Thank you! [? ? ? ]
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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