Metaphor?
Many times writings of love, are for the most
part, a metaphor for a dream. A love
that one has searched for all their life.
The writings is all one imagines them to be and
all the words one longs to say, to one
they have never known.
©Joe Fazio
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Sometime Love Is Metaphor...
Many times writings of love, are for the most
part, a metaphor for a dream. A love
that one has searched for all their life.
The writings is all one imagines them to be and
all the words one longs to say, to one
they have never known.
Writings On The Wall
The writings on the wall brother
Your life is in your hands
Its up to you to see the writings on the wall.
It looks you in the eye mister
Its time we stand up tall
Go see and understand the writings on the wall.
Strange we hold on to things that have no grace
Or power
While death holds on to us much more with every
Passing hour
And all the time you thought it would last
Your life, your friends would always be
til theyre drunk away or shot away or die away
From you.
Theres nothing that you need sister
The lord is in you all
Life is designed to see the writings on the wall.
The musics in the air mothers
You may have heard it call
To you that you may see the writings on the wall.
Be careful going home sister
Be watchful down that road
Youve got a lot of love sister
More to grow.
The writings on the wall brothers
Your life is in your hands
Its up to you to see the writings on the wall
I hope that you may see the writings on the wall.
song performed by by George Harrison
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Rise & Fall
Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over (over)
And it seems as though the writings on the wall (yeah)
Superstar you finally made it
But once your picture becomes tainted
It's what they call
The rise and fall (x2)
I always said that I was gonna make it
Now it's plain for everyone to see
But this game I'm in don't take no prisoners
Just casualties
I know that everything is gonna change
Even the friends I knew before me go
But this dream is the life I've been searching for
Started believing that I was the greatest
My life was never gonna be the same
Cause with the money came a different status
That's when things changed
Now I'm too concerned with all the things I own
Blinded by all the pretty girls I see
I'm beginning to lose my integrity
Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over (over)
And it seems as though the writings on the wall (yeah)
Superstar you finally made it
But once your picture becomes tainted
It's what they call
The rise and fall
I never used to be a troublemaker
Now I don't even wanna please the fans
No autographs
No interviews
No pictures
And less demands
Given advices that were clearly wrong
The type that seemed to make me feel so right
But some things you may find can take over your life
Burnt all my bridges now I've run out of places
And there's nowhere left for me to turn
Been caught in compromising situations
I should have learned
From all those times I didn't walk away
When I knew that it was best to go
Is it too late to show you the shape of my heart
Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over (over)
And it seems as though the writings on the wall (yeah)
Superstar y
song performed by by Sting
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Four Main Types of Writers (personal opinion)
The Lonely Writer
Some writings tell me
This person is lonely
And is reaching out
For the touch of a friendly comment
These writers are sad, solitary,
Isolated, but good persons
And quite often very good writers
The needy juvenile writer
Some writings contain words
Or language meant to shock
And to offend.
These writers are lonely also
But in a different way.
These writers are simply saying
Like a little child
“hey! I exist! Someone better
Acknowledge me! ”
These writers can often write well
But usually don’t, can’t, or choose not to
The Spite Writer
This writer can be of either gender
But seems to be in a female majority
They’ve been spurned or rejected
Two-timed or lied to.
And they are going to vent their ire
In the most public way they can.
These writers can also be very good writers
But too often let their anger get in the way.
The Religious Writer
These writers show people passionate
And zealously devoted to singing the praises
Of the Lord and goodness and charity.
They’re probably austere, honest people
Who almost always write very well.
For the most part these writers seem
To want to spread the word and
At the same time tend to be rather singular
In the subject matter of their writings,
Rarely attempting other genres.
poem by David Whalen
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Know That My Love Surrounds You
Something ails and
Troubles you tonight my love
Let me stay and
Hold you like a glove
My mouth keeps whispering
'I love you' from my heart
At times it's out before I know it
Which gives me a start
I'd better watch this reflex act
Or all will think I've gone cracked
A sure sign that love surrounds and spreads
Beyond the writings from our pens
poem by Harriet James
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Love The Time
Love the time
Love the time
Love the time
You have for you
Love the time you spend outside
Because this nice weather won't last very long
Fall is on its way soon
Love the time
To listen for the song of the birds
This might be the last time
Love the time
You have to reflect on your life
Love the time
You are worshiping God
Love the time that you are discovering your feelings
Love the time that you are learning about yourself
Love the time
Your soul waits in silence for God only
He is your rock and your salvation
Love the time
To dream
Love the time to paint a picture in your mind
Love the time
When you have a positive attitude
Love the time
When you are in the valley of the shadow
You will fear no evil
Because you are with God now
Love the time
Because you belong together with God
Love the time
That you are being yourself
Love the time
That you are moving on
And doing better things to improve your spirit
Love the time that you are gaining your trust back
Love the time that you are gaining self respect
Love the time that you are building your self esteem up
Love the time that you are watching the gold star at night
Love the time that God carried you to solidarity
Love the time that God will bear you up
So that you will not strike your foot against a stone
Love the time that you saw the great light
Because there were people that were sitting in the dark
And you were the lucky one
Love the time that God has opened up the door for you
Love the time that God has given you a chance
Love the time to know that the past is a part of you
Love the time that God is comforting you when you are sad
Love the time when you see writings on the wall
That you can read
Love the time to enjoy your freedom
Love the time when you are flying on the airplane
And looking out through the Airplane window
The sunset in the sky
Love the time when you sing out the blues
Love the time
Love the time
Love the time
Love the time
Love the time
Love the time
Love the time that God will set you free
Love the time when the sun will rise early in the morning in the summer
Love the time
Love the time
Love the time
Love the time to know that age is no barrier to beauty
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Lost Faith
Man lost faith in fellow men;
Their thoughts, acts, words and virtues
In a world of mutual mistrust
Scepters ruled mighty kingdoms
Idols ruled human hope and wisdom
Statutes, rules and codes today
Are etched on papers vows
Words of mouth go with the wind
Prefer we walking on jotted lines
Man against man is pitted
In a cobweb of scribble-jumble
Orals lost credence; writings gained muscle
Words or writings are of what vouch?
When human ethos is in pathetic crouch
Was this the man; the Divine did plan?
What a shame to be called a human;
Sans being humane, a quality God did sow
But alas! Man never allowed it to grow! ! !
poem by Sathya Narayana
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REALLY! How Imaginative
People have stated,
They 'see' themselves...
Depicted in your writings.
Do you find that to be a compliment?
Or is that to you a coincidence?
Purely circumstantial is it?
'I find that most strange.
Since most of my writings,
Are focused upon the sexual preferences...
Of bees vacationing alone without their spouses,
In the Antarctic.
And doing 'odd' things with the polar bears there.
You know...
In The South Pole.'
REALLY!
How creative.
And all this time,
I perceived your depictions to have a human element...
Associated with them.
I see this clearly now.
Very vividly.
'REALLY!
How imaginative.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Face To Face
The writing of writings and the saying of sayings!
The statement of one's love is deeper inside the heart;
But, i need you on this love my sweet one.
Systematically accepted are your motivations and,
You are very great on this love;
But, i came, i saw, and i conquered like Warsaw! !
Life is like giving you an applause on this love,
For i am face to face to the nakedness of your muse!
And, i need you on this love my sweet one.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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For I Am A Metaphor
'For i am a Metaphor
For i am free as a bird
wiser than wise itself
brighter than a sun gama ray
FOR I AM A METAPHOR
for i love like the word
think like einstein
dream like Martin
FOR I AM A METAPHOR
For i smell like success
Achieve like achievers
and soar like number 23
FOR I AM A METAPHOR
for i deliver like mailmen
determine like focus
and prosper like underdogs
FOR I......AM.....A METAPHOR'
By: Kottrell Johnson
poem by Kottrell Johnson
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A Little Trip Down Memory Lane
I found a box filled with notebooks
each filled with my writings of yesterdays.
Writings that I had forgotten about
across the span of time.
They are of no great importance,
but within their contents,
I wonder if I will find some missing gems
something, I may have written down
and forgot about many years ago.
I’m going to have to go through each one.
It will be like returning to the past
without the baggage it held.
A little trip down memory lane
when dreams were active then.
I shall take my time and linger
trying to remember what I was doing
when I wrote whatever is there.
11 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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What Now My Love?
What now my love?
Now that we’re older
When days rush by
And nights get colder
What now my love?
You’re so far away
We had a our shot
I chose not to stay
What now my love?
Is this our last chance,
Dare we rekindle love?
Revisit romance?
What now my love...
ROTMS
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http: //rotms.blogspot.com/
poem by Ray Lucero
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Eternal Love
How many times, how many ways,
Have I expressed my love for you?
Never have my feelings gone astray
Altho' others tried my love subdue
Beloved! Come sit here by my side
Let us liberate once fettered passion
We'll waste no time on foolish pride
With just one kiss love we'll fashion
Heaven and Earth may pass away
But this love shall endure forever
Only our twin-souls we need obey
A bond no sword could ever sever
Let what God has joined as one
Be a joyous wedding celebration
ROTM
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rotms.blogspot.com
poem by Ray Lucero
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The Heart Longs To Love
My poor heart longs to love
But it's still shattered from a brutal wound
My heart is yearning to love
Yet it can't find someone to love
My heart keeps beating, but it's not living
My heart wants to love & to be loved
Why can't my heart repair itself and love again?
My heart is useless
It's still ill, still broken, still weak
I want to love but my heart can't go on
Why can't my heart repair itself and love again?
My poor heart longs to love
It seeks for the warmth of loves' high, the fast beating of a new day
It can't go on looking for a non existing dream
It can't bring itself to repair and love again.
My poor heart longs to love.
poem by Starrbox Munoz
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Recall Of The Heart (A Song)
I don't remember this part at all
It was love, honor and cherish, I recall
For days and days on end
The fighting never ends
I don't remember this part at all
I remember when we both stood at the altar
I remember when we both took our vows
I remember loving you
And you loving me
I remember love was what it was about
I don't remember hurt
I don't remember cruel
I don't remember
Heartaches to come
Was in the words when I said the words, I do
I remember every line
It all still comes to mind
I, ve searched my heart
For every part
But I don't remember this part at all
I don't remember tears
Or sleeping in seperate beds
I didn't know
That heartbreaks
Was in the words, I thee wed
Oh what have we done
I love you, you know I do
Why can't we go back some way
To you still loving me,
And me still loving you.
poem by Bill Simmons
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I think that I've tried many times to get Cuba in my writings, especially Havana, which was once a great and fascinating city.
quote by Guillermo Cabrera Infante
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My Heart Sings
In the song of life, all lyrics need a melody.
You are the lyric and you are the melody.
You are the lyric of my heart and of my soul.
The beauty of the rose, speaks a lyric of love.
Love, speaks a lyric of you.
The silent lyric of goodness, echoes from within you.
My heart, speaks the lyric of love...to only you.
Let the words...the lyric...that bind, pass between us.
Let the lyric, of you...of me...be as one.
A million words I can speak of you and the lyrics
would be the same...I love you now. I always will
©Joe Fazio
With A Song In My Heart...
In the song of life, all lyrics need a melody.
You are the lyric and you are the melody.
You are the lyric of my heart and of my soul.
The beauty of the rose, speaks a lyric of love.
Love, speaks a lyric of you.
The silent lyric of goodness, echoes from within you.
My heart, speaks the lyric of love...to only you.
Let the words...the lyric...that bind, pass between us.
Let the lyric, of you...of me...be as one.
A million words I can speak of you and the lyrics
would be the same...I love you now. I always will
©Joe Fazio
Poetless
I don't think I'm the type to write poems
I don't know a stanza from Mario Lanza
Or an assonance from a disco dance
A ballad is neat like salad without meat
Syntax-Cadence just give me half a sixpence
Dactyllic meter or Metaphor what are these for.
My writings are as far from this as a mile
But I'm a poet if I can make someone cry-laugh-or smile.
poem by Craig Anderson
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