No Neutral Words
You laugh at your jokes and revel at your humor
And carefully or carelessly your jestings spewing
And to the hurt of some or the applause of many
And indeed, they may seem all well and good
But take note that there are no neutral words,
Neither are there any throwaway phrases
Every word, either carefully constructed,
Or inadvertently uttered, bear the markings
Of your core being, vestiges of your soul
The state of your heart in her unfeigned reality
poem by Oyekake Satty Joshua
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Carefully
You are free to chose,
that’s why
carefully use every word.
Carefully measure every step,
if you don’t want to be swept.
Carefully do all you’ve conceived.
and…if you want to be believed
and… to achieve your aim
it’s not a shame
to start carefully a new song.
And it doesn’t matter if it is long.
If you carefully do all that
you will never regret.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Carefully
I tread carefully,
ot wanted to get hurt.
I walk gracefully,
Scard of falling again.
Everything has to have caution,
From cloudgazing,
to watching the stars above.
But especially use caution
when dealing with love.
I've been hurt to many times to tell,
Crying into my pillow,
wishing them well.I'vebeen hur to many time to tell.
SO tread carefully,
Or you shall get hurt.
Don't touch the fire,
For you could get burnt.
And if there's one thing i learned....
Don't go looking for love..
It will look for you,
Just wait a while and
you will see that's true.
I tread carefully.
Scared.. of gettting hurt.
There Used To Be Days
There used to be days,
when i was a witty and humorous guy,
that i could make people laugh,
until they start to cry,
and i would often create stories
filled with such a humor and joy,
that everybody would ask me
how can u do it every time oh boy.
There used to be days....
Often i would tell things in such a way,
and often i would act in such a way,
that nobody could resist to laugh,
however hard they may try,
and even if it would be late for the day,
and even if i would be done for the day,
people used to hold me by hand,
and they wont let me say good bye.
There used to be days....
While i was cruising really very fast,
one day something happened that almost broke me apart,
and in those few hours of storm,
i lost whatever wit and humor i ever had,
i thought the things would improve,
but nothing happened as the days passed by,
and i the witty and humorous guy became a silent and shy guy.
but there used to be days...
now nobody laughs at my jokes,
however hard i may try,
and in such a despaired state i am,
that for myself often i cry,
But my heart says to me, keep on giving a try,
life would flip again someday,
and people would again start to laugh at my jokes,
whenever any i will say,
but till now only i can say
that there used to be days...
poem by Sunny Mittal
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Choreographed
No matter what words are spoken,
This turmoil has been carefully arranged.
No matter what plans for peace are discussed,
The game of destruction is the same.
To get those to believe they are under attack...
There has to be a plan created,
To prove that with physical facts.
And they have already done that.
No matter what words are spoken,
This turmoil has been carefully arranged.
And carefully choreographed...
By those who are plotting
To control thought processes
'Delivered' to your brains!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Woes Versus Rues II
One on one, against and with each other
What's a bottle of alcohol?
"Brothers are bound to each other…"
I listened carefully, the smoke lifting
"Because they are bound by blood, "
I listened carefully, remembering everything
"tethered by compulsory empathy."
I listened carefully, the whiskey sweating
"I do not want that..."
I listened carefully, the sweat soldering down
"I want to be your comrade."
I listened carefully, the echoes rupturing painfully
I have never asked:
"What is a comrade? "
poem by Norman Santos
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Sorry Friend
Sorry friend i hurt you
sorry friend i was insensitive
sorry friend i made you feel bad
sorry friend i never selected my words carefully
friend it take courage
to face a friend and tell them they hurt you
it might not take a day to shed off everything
please bear and help me to shed off.
poem by Saul Nassilah
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A broken heart can heal
She talks about being hurt before
Her heart was broken
Can't take anymore
Enough of the pain
Enough of the fear
She tries not to shed another tear
The tearstains left upon her face
Will soon disappear without a trace
She is having fun in this life she lives
She learns to let go and tries to fogive
She knows it's easier said than done
But still she tries to have some fun
Life is precious and so is time
So don't be shy and cross the line
Enjoy your life when its in your grasp
Let your hair down and have a laugh
Don't get hurt and choose love carefully
I'll leave you now with one last line
Your heart will heal just give it time
poem by Donna Byrne
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Spot the Dog
Why do people make you feel invincible?
Just so that they can Destroy you
Everything seems just a waste
I see so much waste
Another Knife, Carefully placed.
People pretend that we're so Humane
As they rip apart each others souls
and hide them in a box
At the back of a dark room
Another Knife, Carefully placed soon.
Life is just a metaphor
For whats known as breaking point
And then it snaps...
As pieces fall all around
Another Life, Carefully placed in the Ground.
poem by Mark Hopwood
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Fruits Of Your Words
Everything in this world has an end
Even the sugar
Even the pain
Will find an end
Soon or late,
Nothing lasts
Forever
Even the pain
So be nice to others and you will gain
Be aware of the words that comes out of your thoughts
A word can heal another may hurt
So try to be kind with your words
May you can heai some thoughts
Once they come out of your lips
Never returns so escape the falts
Your words are the mirror of your thoughts
And your works are the fruits of your soul's
So keep the kindness inside the soul
And speak the kind words
Passengers we all are in this world
Try to keep the good job up
If you can't heal
Try to not hurt
Your words explain your thoughts
Take your time before you talk
Don't forget that a word can change the world
So keep the good work up
Try to plant a flower
Everywhere you go
Soon the world becomes a colorful garden
The good we do is eternal
Even when we are gone.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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You know, I said I have this problem that I need to more carefully read Akron's text because it's too much, too much fantasy, and so I am busy with other stuff - it's funny, it's nice to hear that someone is studying that carefully and now I know a little bit more about that.
quote by H.R. Giger
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About Me
This is your one and only chance to really get to know me well
And automatically take me more seriously
I know I tried to deny what theyre saying about me
And I guess that its all true, though I never wanted it to
To work against me this way, they openly condemn me
Its just the way that things go, so I hereby declare
Listen to me carefully, theres something you should know about me
I dont care about other people
I doesnt necessarily mean that I am an asshole
Though to describe my personality, were getting awfully close
I cover up the truth, the words that I seek are used to find excuses
For the pain that I cause, for the cause of my own good
Listen to me carefully, theres something you should know about me
I dont care about other people
Dont fear what youre about to hear, cold words as they pass my lips
Im not who I wanna be, I am on an ego trip
Really not who I wanna be, I am on, on an ego trip
song performed by by Undeclinable Ambuscade
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Laughter, The Best Medicine?
what's in a sound, thaT HAS NO WORD?
laughing in enjoyment, or at a spirit broken
laughter brings us closer, or for a fight will gird
laughter has a resonance, meaning many things unspoken
being me, i may laugh, i may cry
but i will only half the time laugh with most of you
the laughter that a good man, a good joke may buy
is the laughter that soars joyful in skies of blue
the laughter that needs a victim? maliscious and so wrong,
you're resonance is dissonance to this poets soul
in this errant, poetic whim, this sad and mournful song
i speak of sounds emanating from a hole
not a heart.
hope, Emily says, sings without words
like the morning majesty of a symphany of birds
nobody i would condone, laughs at birds, only
somehow, with them, but if they're hurt, like maybe you or me
have a poets heart, and share some hope
what may start with a smile
at hurt feelings, or a snit, or a mope
might become a laugh, in a little while
i've heard of many a hopeful smile
try one on
before the music is all gone
and you're left at break of dawn
alone
laughing...
poem by Tommy Lee Rage
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Do I Belong?
I have coined subtle words,
Framed robust sentences
And idioms unique
In my private fantasy but
They miserably ditch me
At the fateful moment
When I wish to confide that
‘I belong.’
Carefully pronounced words fizzle out
Under the feather-weight
Of nocturnal dreams
Nourished in the womb
Of a barren Autumn.
Faint beams of a pestering hallucination
Giggle mischievously
When I don’t know
What is what?
I have rehearsed in vain
Ridiculous postures
And carefully designed dialogues
In the privacy of my greenroom,
For I cannot look eye to eye
When most wanted.
I don't like jokes in speeches. I do like wit and humor. A joke is to humor what pornography is to erotic language in a good novel.
quote by James Humes
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Laugh Clown Laugh
Laugh Clown laugh,
that's what they want me to do.
I guess I'm doing something right
because this Clown made you laugh too.
Laugh Clown laugh,
make everyone laugh real hard.
Besides, Who would it hurt?
Will anyone notice
how it has scarred?
Laugh Clown laugh,
but only for a while,
at least until you see
that the humor is in your denial.
poem by Cecelia Warner
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Blackboard Of My Heart
You wrote your words so carefully
on the blackboard of my heart.
Writing of the passion,
you held inside for me.
Writing that we would never part,
you would always be with me.
Writing every word with love’s pen
on the blackboard of my heart.
21 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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A Walmart Parking Lot
To laugh at life
You have to have,
A perpetual sense of humor.
If you laugh,
They say,
The life you live,
Will potentially,
Last much longer.
I am sitting in the dark,
Stranded,
In a Walmart parking lot,
And finding it,
Hard to laugh.
I cannot see the humor in,
My current situation.
I am desperately in need,
Of some comic revelation.
Then suddenly,
It dawns on me.
And I can see,
My poetry,
Is witty confirmation.
With words and rhyme,
I laugh at me,
And thus embrace,
Salvation.
poem by Connie Crane
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I need to say it by word
I need to say it by word
Try to get strength and not run away
From what I’ve decided to do
I need to say it by word
To keep it not only as promise
But to where my feet fill the way
Sometimes I want to hang a little more
Sometimes I want to just turn away
Sometimes I want to forget
Sometimes I want to just escape
But it won’t do any good
And I’m actually not going anywhere, right?
Because now that looks forever
Always leaves you with twinge of regret
So listen carefully and watch me out!
I need to say it by word
Maybe I need to have a little faith
And some power to move again
I need to say it by word
And it’ll never be only daydream
Because someday it’ll be real
Sometimes I want to rest a little more
Sometimes I want to just hide
Sometimes I want to stay away
Sometimes I want to erase the day
But it won’t do any good
And nothing could worse than that, right?
Because now that looks forever
Always leaves you with humming of desire
So learn to understand and do what you can!
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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I Am a Peasant
I was a peasant like the world of old nature,
Wood and bone made me a beggar for life.
The real value of a village produced animal
Feelings in my head and soul, the very drink of blood.
I was a peasant from a neighbouring village
That constructed the time of bouts and bites,
The begging became as useful as pride,
Asking me to be kinder to the world of new nature.
Carefully I resented pleasant news but good names
Were my fellows, their owners were strange, they were all
Old in the world, old on the planet I adore so well.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I Was, Once, Too Beautiful....
first there was a word
you listen carefully
it is uttered
it is not the word
but how beauty presents itself to you
it is awesome
then the word was gone
you have paid no attention to it
it is beauty that
strikes you
and wish some more to see it again
beauty parades itself in nudity
you fell in awesome silence
who can speak about it?
you are shut into a room of amazement
this wish to possess and hold and
not lose the grasp
but beauty does not belong to you
neither does it belong to anyone else
it escapes and then lost forever
time takes it
and time does not give it back
you mourn
but in the middle of your grief
you accept
i too was once
that beauty, so why should i grieve some more?
i too was that beauty
that never was once possessed by someone else
now it is not the grief
but that selfishness
and greed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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