My hundreath poem annaversary :)
This is the hundredth anniversary,
of my poems song,
I really would enjoy so much,
if you would sing along,
Its starts out with a humming noise,
then fades into bumping,
then it's flashes to a bang and we smile,
as the crowd applauds,
and we bow our pretty heads,
as an older man,
respectfully nods,
Then we take one last glimpse,
as we are encouraged to produce more art,
so we step into the room,
where all this poetry did start,
and we sit down in our comfy soft chairs,
and sit,
proud of our part,
and take each others hands,
so softly,
and shake them for one last time,
then we go our separate ways,
awaiting patiently,
for our future days
when we can all join,
and rhyme.
poem by Sandra jacks
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Where Angels Play
Come with me to a place no likes Ive ever seen
A million miles from here where no one's ever been
God-given rays and a holy heaven phase [?]
I'm on the edge of something shadowy
I'm coming through
'Ok, let's fly,' she says, 'this carpet's made for two'
This room be [?] a little box, no place for me and you
Our carpet falls on a dew-fresh daffodil plain
Take a look around, there's something happening
All the colors fade
I don't want you now, bang bang bang gone
Ooh I don't need you now, the seeds are sown
Ooh bang bang pretty pretty, bang bang
I don't think so, no no
I don't think so, no no
Bang bang, bang bang
Out below the country rolls like a mighty boiling sea
The warm red sun gives up and sinks into the tree
But I've no pill [?] I can't stand here betrayed
Take a look around there's something happening
All the colors fade
I don't want you now, bang bang bang gone
Ooh I don't need you now, the seeds are sown
Ooh bang bang pretty pretty, bang bang
I don't think so, no no
I don't think so, no no
Bang bang, bang bang
song performed by by Stone Roses
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Pretty adorable
Cutest and sweetest voice I'm crushing on
My heart is set on you and I love you
Can't help but smile whenever I see you, I have such
a happy smile that I wouldn't ever hide
You're so adorable and I have a obsessive
crush on you
Do you have the same sensational emotions I'm feeling
for you, tell me cause I really want to know
Irresistible is the first thing I say when I picture you
I think you're pretty adorable and I'm lovestruck
whenever I'm around you
Getting lost in your eyes and stare at you wondering
if you are possibly crushing on me
Not trying to seem rude or creepy but you're just so cute
I love being with you because my heart sings when we're
together
Humming the song that both love to listen to
A romantic little song I keep humming because it makes
me think about you
That is my new favorite song that I'm constantly listening to
Replaying the song over again till it's stuck in my head
As the song starts I start to hear the slow romantic piano play
and then I smile
poem by Clara Diskley
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A Den Of Poetry!
Many poets I see on line today!
For fun many are indulging in poetry;
Not only amusement but also truth
Best ones produce in their poems!
Where can we find quality poetry
In the world poetry website as this one?
All are mixed with each other so much
That it is impossible to separate them!
All funny poems have to be skipped
For reading the really worthy ones!
To do so precious time is wasted
Everyday browsing on this website!
Finding the poetry true is finding treasure
In the depths of this deep poetry den!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Trauma Of Time
Time Fades The Smile, Not The Pain.
Time Drains The Water Not The Damage From The Rain.
Time Fades The Tomorrow Not The Yesterday.
Time Fades The Cuts But The Scars Never Go Away.
Time Fades The Sweetness Not All The Things Sour.
Time Fades Those Few Precious Moments But Not The Crippling Hour.
Time Fades The Sun, Not It’s Brutal Remains.
Time Fades The Photographs Not There Stains.
Time Fades The Lessons Not All The Things That I’ve Learned.
Time Puts Out The Fire But Not The Days I Burned.
Time Fades The Colors Not The Glaring White.
Time Fades The Bruises Not The Darkness In The Night.
Time Fades The Happiness Not The Tears.
Time Fades The Triumphs Not The Fears.
Time Fades The Storm Not The Ocean.
Time Fades The Memories Not The Emotion.
Time Fades The Dreams Not The Nightmare.
Time Fades The Hand Not The Times You Weren’t There.
Time Fades The Beauty Not The Gloom.
Time Fades The Doors And Windows Not The Empty Room.
Time Fades The Love Not The Empty Lie.
Time Fades The Hello But Never The Goodbye.
poem by Bridgid Patrick
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Anthem
It's a new day, but it all feels old
It's a good life, that's what I'm told
But everything, it all just feels the same
At my high school, it felt more to me like a jail cell, a penitentiary
My time spent there it only made me see
That I don't ever wanna be like you
I don't wanna do the things you do
I'm never gonna hear the words you say
and I don't ever wanna.
I don't ever wanna be.you.
don't wanna be just like you
What I'm saying is this is the anthem
throw all your hands up
you.don't wanna be you
Go to college, a university, get a real job
That's what they said to me
But I could never live the way they want
I'm gonna get by and just do my time
Out of step while they all get in line
I'm just a minor threat, so pay no mind
Do you really want to be like them,
Do you really wanna be another trend,
Do you wanna be part of that crowd
cause I don't ever wanna.
I don't ever want to be you.
don't wanna be just like you
what I'm saying is.this is the anthem
throw all your hands up.you.
don't wanna be you.
(Shake it once, that's fine, shake it twice that's okay.
shake it 3 times your playing with yourself again.)
you.
don't wanna be just like you,
what I'm saying is..this is the anthem
throw all your hands up
y'll got the feeling, sing if you're with me
you.don't wanna be just like you (just like you)
This is the anthem, throw all your hands up
y'll got the feeling, sing if your with me
Another loser anthem (whoa) 4x
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Gotta Start Somewhere!
A start! Where to start...
I know in my heart
That I must play a part
In poetry's art.
But where to begin?
Is it such a sin
To respectfully grin
And go for the win?
Just crank out a poem
It doesn't take long
Like the words of a sonnet
Or lyrics of a song.
And now that it's done,
The edit has begun!
poem by Sinjin Tiger
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Put A Little Holiday In Your Heart
(roger wojahn/scott wojahn/greg wojahn)
Feel the cold wind blowing-winters coming on
tis the season, so they say
If you need help believing cause your spirit aint too strong
Hold my hand--well push that cloud away
Put a little holiday in your heart
Itll put a little shuffle in your step
Give you a song that you can sing
With a melody you cant forget
And if you wanna join in a little harmony
To keep the world from tearin apart
Well you know where to look
Yeah--you gotta put a little holiday in your heart
Theres a man on the corner who doesnt have a name
People pass and turn their heads away
But to share a simple kindness would set your heart aflame
And youll get more than youll ever give away
Put a little holiday in your heart
Itll put a little shuffle in your step
Give you a song that you can sing
With a melody you cant forget
And if you wanna join in a little harmony
To keep the world from tearin apart
Well you know where to look
Yeah--you gotta put a little holiday in your heart
It starts with you, it starts with me
That aint no stranger, hes family and it dont matter if we agree
It all comes down to love
Put a little holiday in your heart
Itll put a little shuffle in your step
Give you a song that you can sing
With a melody you cant forget
And if you wanna join in a little harmony
To keep the world from tearin apart
Well you know where to look
Yeah--you gotta put a little holiday in your heart
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
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Step Inside Love/los Paranoias
Step inside love and stay,
Step inside love.
Step inside love.
Step inside love.
I want you to stay.
You look tired, love,
Let me turn down the light.
Come in out of the cold,
Rest your head on my shoulder
And kiss me tonight.
We are together now
And forever, come my way.
Step inside love and stay,
Step inside love,
Step inside love,
Step inside love,
I want you to stay.
Joe prairies and the prairie wallflowers.
Los paranoias.
Los paranoias invites you to
To just enjoy us.
Come on you can do
With baby,
Come on and join los paranoias.
Just enjoy us.
Los paranoias,
Los paranoias.
Come on and enjoy us.
Harmony.
Los paranoias,
Come on and enjoy us.
We're los paranoias.
We're here to sing for you
And whatever you want us to
We will sing a little song for you.
song performed by by Beatles
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Hush goes the crowd
(The music plays, the stage is lit, the crowd come in and a man starts to sing)
Hush goes the crowd,
While I sing this sad love ballad,
The story of my heart,
And I continue singing,
One by one,
The leave the theatre,
And soon I’m left alone,
Singing this ballad,
While I weep before every word,
From daybreak to midnight,
From spring till to winter,
I sing this melancholy filled ballad,
Murmuring these words,
As my throat dry’s,
(The man is on his knees)
Now in a empty theatre,
This song still plays,
Even though I’m alone,
My speech does not stop,
And from a sad ballad,
This song his turned into screams,
Shattering through,
Deafening every living being,
But it isn’t even heard,
No not even listened to,
By the muse of this song,
If only she heard my voice,
If only she would come to this theatre,
(Sound of weeping, tears hit the stage floor; the light slowly fades, till there is only silence and darkness)
Then the Hong is hit,
And I awake to sing again,
The same old lyrics,
There is a new audience in the seats,
But she is not here,
She will never be,
Where she is,
Is far away,
(The music plays again and he starts to sing then hush say’s the crowd)
poem by Paurakh Shrestha
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(V – 2010) To Risha Ahmed
(With Love, Admiration and Best Wishes)
Of Poetry, O Prodigy!
You pen with wit and sanity
Your vision shows maturity
Your diction forces clarity!
Of Poetry, O Prodigy!
Your rhythm rides melodiously
You rhyme with ease and quality
Your hallmark is spontaneity!
Of Poetry, O Prodigy!
Your poems voice vocal beauty
Your poems value buoyancy
Your poems come creatively!
Of Poetry, O Prodigy!
You need now learn no prosody
You embody true poetry
Your poetry is really free!
Of Poetry, O Prodigy!
Your rhymes & themes with time vary
You proceed but with modesty
Your future you can guarantee!
Of Poetry, O Prodigy!
Your age will grow your ability
Your heart will light your journey, see
Your writings light humanity!
For Me Far Too Much Foofaraw
For me far too much foofaraw
Your own conclusions on them and their work draw
Though modern poets and their poems in poetry the in thing
And their praises the literary critics sing.
I am not an up with the times man
And of them and their work I am not a fan
For I do love old fashioned rhyme
And my love for it goes back some time.
It gives me joy to sing along
With the singer of the old ballad or song
The sort the travellers at the horse fairs sung
Decades ago when I was young.
A beautiful memory I recall
Of the Millstreet Town horse fair in the Fall
An ageing Irish Traveller sung Burns 'Afton water' what a joy
For a nine year old country boy.
In the poems of modern poets too much foofaraw for me
Though with that many would disagree
I love the music in the rhyme
The poetry of another time.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Soirée at the HAP
Mandi is playing the piano,
a light breeze sways table cloths
and softly Piet, Jan and André laugh
before one of the poets realize
that he has to read his poems next
while a spotlight comes on
and Ian somewhat hoarsely talks
at the opening on the small stage.
Glittering are glasses full of wine
in the romantic soft light
of many small candles
and I enjoy poem after poem.
A guest artist sings an old song
about Lilly Marlene loosing her lover
that brings some memories back
and her voice is intimate, soft and pretty on the ear.
[Reference: HAP: The Home of Afrikaans Poetry in Capital Park, Pretoria.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Fashion Awards
Lets go down to the fashion show
With all the pretty people that you dont know
Well sit down in the velvet chairs
Theyll hand awards out for best hair
And if we dont win one, well, then
Well blow off our heads in despair
Well blow off our heads in despair
I smell magic in the room
Flashing lights and sonic booms
Lovely saps all without a care
Nobody said that the world was fair
And if they did say so, well, then
Well blow off our heads in despair
Well blow off our heads in despair
Lets go down to the fashion show
With all the pretty people and piles of blow
Well sit down in the velvet chairs
And hang on tight to our bus fare
And if it falls between the seats
Well blow off our heads in despair
Well blow off our heads in despair
song performed by by Eels
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It Is A Habit
writing poems
when you really write poems
everyday and every moment of your life
even when you're in the middle of your
bread and butter eating thing
or even when you are defecating
writing poems becomes a habit
even when you sleep even when you dream
writing poems becomes a part of your system
you eat poetry you vomit poetry
you digest poetry you poo poetry
you breathe poetry you sweat poetry
you love poetry and you live with your poetry
and at the end you die with poetry
and your epitaph says: here lies the poet,
choked with poetry.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Church Pews
As we pull to park the car.....
alone
it's my
deepest scar.
We lock things up,
grab hands,
heading off
to face our truths.
Big kisses,
hopeful wishes,
and suddenly I'm by myself.
Shake hands with strangers,
smile,
and scoot.......
Adjusted comfortably
in my pew.
I hear my message,
I cannot help but weep.
My head is low,
so that no one can know......
everything inside of me is weak.....
the pastor continues to speak.
My body is filled
with comforting chills,
all the sudden....
life isn't about thrills.
Softly I cry,
gently wiping my eyes.
facing each of my lies.
Lights come up,
we start to sing,
this faith....
such a beautiful thing.
One moment out of my week,
one moment,
I turn the other cheek.
I don't see my future,
but I can see my past...
the steps
I've taken....
to never step again.
A quick blessing,
I leave my pew,
grab my babies.....
and that week is through.
Dear God...
Thank you!
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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Love Signals
Whoo!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa... whoa... whoa...
There are...
So many people around the world lacking love (whoa)
So many people don't know how to love one another (whoa)
So many people walk around low self-estime (yeah)
And so many people for no reason so dog on me
Watch my feet while I step (watch me)
See my smile while I step (see my smile)
Feel my vibe while I step (and how I'm sending out those love...)
Love signals (tell me can you feel my)
Love signals (now you send out your)
Love signals (now the room is filled with)
Love signals (love signals)
Now there's... (whoo)
So many of us have little faith and insecurities (I love you Mother)
And so many of us so easy to give up on our dreams (I love you Mother)
There's so many of us that's quick to say let's go war (I love you Mother)
And so many of us that's raising our hands and saying war no more
Watch my feet while I step (watch my feet)
See my smile while I step (see my smile, yeah)
Feel my vibe while I step (yeah, I'm sending out those love signals)
Love signals (hoping you can feel it, yeah, yeah)
Love signals (now send it right back to me)
Love signals (ooh, now this place is filled with)
Love signals
(May I) I just wanna touch your soul
(May I) let me pour into you
(May I) fill you with my joy
(Mmm, may I) and make you feel brand new
(May I) stepping is therapy
(May I) healing both you and me
(May I) that's why I'm sending
(Mmm, may I) out love signals
Love signals (yeah, hoping you can feel it)
Love signals (you, now send it right back to me, oh)
Love signals (now this place is filled with)
Love signals (oh yeah, sending out those love...)
Love signals (signals, tell me can you feel it?)
Love signals (whoo, now send it right back to me, yeah)
Love signals (now the place is filled with)
Love signals (love, I'm talkin' about love) (sendin' out those...) (hey)
Love signals (sendin' out those) (love)
Love signals (sendin' out those love signals) (love, I'll send it to you, you send it to me, yeah)
Love signals (send me your love signals) (sendin' out those)
Love signals (sendin' out those) (oh yeah)
(Sendin' out those love signals)
Donnie Lyles, break it down, uh
Now you know when a track feels this good
I gotta break it down and do my thing
So listen, this is what we gon' do
We gonna play a little game
But we gonna put the, we're gonna put a little twist to this steppers thing
This is what we gonna do
We gonna take a little journey into love
Now when I start to sing
I want all of the couples to just separate for a minute from their partners
That's right, you gon' come right back
But I want you to just separate when I start sing
I'ma tell you what to do
As you startin' to step around the room
I want you to look at all the Happy People in the room
And I want you to touch 'em
And when you touch 'em
This is what I want you to say
Y'all ready? C'mon
One, two, three, separate
Somebody touch somebody, tell somebody you love somebody
(I love you) step (I love you) step
(I love you) step (I love you)
Somebody touch somebody, tell somebody you love somebody
(I love you) step (I love you) step
(I love you) step (I love you)
Somebody touch somebody, tell somebody you love somebody
(I love you) step (I love you) step
(I love you) step (I love you)
Somebody touch somebody, tell somebody you love somebody
Now go back (I love you) find your partner (I love you)
Now send (I love you) out those... (I love you) love signals
Chocolate Factory y'all, huh
Sending out love signals to all those that may be lacking love, mmm, yeah
It's Kels, your music weatherman, uh
Wayne Williams, our in house DJ y'all, uh
Uncle Life, Uncle Love, the stepping twins, haha
I see you, haha
Regina and George Daniels, haha
I love you baby
We just down at the Chocolate Factory having fun, y'all
So if you want to call in to the Chocolate Factory the number is
One-two-three, l-o-v, e...
Love... (love, love) love yeah (oh) (you-ooh-you...)
Peace
song performed by by R. Kelly
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Most Of The So Called Literary Experts
Most of the so called literary experts are dismissive of rhyme
They say 'tis the poetry of a long gone time
Yet the poets that they laud the poems they do write
Cannot be put to music and are hard to read and recite
The rhymer of today is not looked on as a poet
Or is not seen as one worthy of literary note
By the so called literary experts with literary degrees
Though their judgement on what is or is not poetry not everyone does please
They never will convince the old style rhyme buff
To him or her well written rhyme is not throw away stuff
In well written rhyme are the words to a song
And good rhyming poetry to music belong
Yet the degreed literary experts who on poetry like to have their say
Dismiss rhyming poets and their poetry as of yesterday.
poem by Francis Duggan
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What Song Do You Sing…
What song do you sing?
When you see the sun
At noon,
Bright and fiery
Only to come at one
To meet the sunset.
What song do you sing?
When you look at the
Moon,
To go, bring mat
Only to come out with
Tears gushing out.
What song do you sing?
What song to sing
As the lock cling.
We used to lift
And dip our souls
In it’s bowels,
We’d with old farewells….
What song do you sing? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? (part 1)
What song do you sing?
What song to sing
For the birds is gone home
To be with the stars
As they croon.
Up they’re in the sky.
What song do you sing?
How do you start?
Do you gather scalpels,
To go knock it
Against the pears,
As elegy, for its peers.
What song do you sing?
How do you start?
Do you gather firewood’s
On your way home,
To go await the coming
Of the moon.
After the quick noon.
What song do you sing?
How do you start?
Do you make the rhythm,
As she smiles….
With the echoes of
Yonder, a thousand miles.
And I see my feelings
Wrapped by her arms,
To share songs.
What song did you sing for her?
Written by
Pickzone007
a.k.a De_Cruxifixion.
poem by Goodluck Etserefe
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Quietly Making Noise
Quietly making noise
By: jimmy buffett, michael tschudin
1993
Oscar wilde died in bed
Several floors above my head
Living well beyond his means
In that crazy paris scene
Rain falls down in sheets so clear
And no one ever calls me hear
Travelin by myself these days
Im into jazz and felt berets
Far from that old eastern shore
Searchin for strange metaphors
I dont want to be another victim of fashion
No I dont want to see my name in the paper each day
Hey you can leave that to the young turks
Theyre handsome and dashing
Posing for paparazzis down laguna way
Now down in the metro I feel the world start to multiply
Bastille, rubber wheels, spiked heels
Subterranean lullaby
Met an african prancer, a hemisphere dancer
Spied the ghost of brassens
We smiled at the secret we shared
And I hid it like contraband
Quietly making noise (quietly making noise)
Starts with kindergarten toys
Not too soft, not too loud
Just enough to draw a crowd
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise
Followed the beat
Hey I found myself in this patois spot
Outside a blizzard was blowin
But inside the joint was hot
Zouk songs, rubber thongs, sing-a-longs
The words flew right by my face
You know rhythm and motions a blamma jamma potion
You cannot erase
Quietly making noise (quietly making noise)
Pissin off the old kill-joys
Glasspacks on an hot mustang
A telecaster with a twang
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise
Yes
Singers and writers and poets
Have flocked here for centuries
The city of light is built upon mountains of memories
Baritone saxophones, monotones
Speak with a voice Ive heard before
Its a lasting impression
A gypsy expression you cannot ignore
Were quietly making noise (quietly making noise)
Starts with kindergarten toys
Not too soft, not too loud
Just enough to draw a crowd
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise
Yeah, were quietly making noise (quietly making noise)
Pissin off the old kill-joys
Not too soft, not too loud
Just enough to draw a crowd
Were quietly, quietly, quietly
Quietly, quietly, quietly
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise
Thats right, ooh yeah
A whole lot of beautiful noise
--spoken:
Oh come on children, play those, play those kindergarten toys.
Everybodys a drummer tonight. all right. let it ring now, let
It ring.
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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