Ocean of Treasures!
An ocean of treasures nurtures
no greed or anger or any such
feelings for the sting rays of
a blazed up sun or for the conspiring
eastern black clouds....
August 6,2009
poem by Ajay Pisharody
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Song Of June !
June sings for me, a song
of a rain cloud, which has
lost its way in a desert storm,
haunted and chased
by the conspiring rays of
of a burnt up sun
but found its way back
to a green hill to sing
again a song for me....
June 11,2009
poem by Rema Prasanaa
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August Mornings
On a fine August morning
As I stand before the clearing
I would see the dappled clouds in the east
Turning orange-red.
I would then see
A round red ball rising up slowly
And would close my eyes in her honor.
In response, she would send
The first rays of her light to kiss me.
Fresh breezing air from the garden
Would then hurry up to hug me.
August mornings are lovelier like my mum
They are fresh and tender like her love
They are caring like her hands.
So what if my mum is far away in the east
I keep getting her call
Every morning when
The first rays of the sun kiss me with love.
poem by Krishna Sharma
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Greed Counts Currency
Greed counts currency
While sheer Poverty cries,
With mocking mirth and glee
And a twinkling of the eye.
Greed counts currency
While a Nation slowly dies
Calloused Shame is empty
As Fear closed Freedom's eyes.
Greed counts currency
As in Anger a people cry
The Lust for Power may see
Them give Revolution a try.
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December 2 2009
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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My Anger is Angry
My anger is angry.
Its pain.
Its frustration.
Its irritation.
My anger is angry.
My anger is confusion.
My anger is past, present and future.
My anger's disappointment.
My anger builds
up and explodes
like thunder on
a stormy day.
Its fiery red.
Its envy.
Its greed.
Its temptation.
My anger's TOO angry.
Won't you please help me stop?
I'm a blazing volcano
that's ready to pop.
age 13 going on 14
poem by LuRyza Penn
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Anger buried deep inside me
My anger is angry.
Its pain.
Its frustration.
Its irritation.
My anger is angry.
My anger is confusion.
My anger is past, present and future.
My anger's disappointment.
My anger builds
up and explodes
like thunder on
a stormy day.
Its fiery red.
Its envy.
Its greed.
Its temptation.
My anger's TOO angry.
Won't you please help me stop?
I'm a blazing volcano
that's ready to pop.
poem by Ricky Baker
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Picture Poem #192 (From, This is my Wasteland)
Some yesterday's
recollections
where diurnal
morning rays
light up the flower ocean
entrapped in sea-mist
of august days
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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I realized that we were all sort of conspiring, well, not conspiring against each other, but all this cloak and dagger stuff and I was like; what is this?
Murder...A collection of 7 deadly sin
Beware simple mortals
In man's stupidity
And devils trickery
Love, lust, infatuation
Obsessions, Sadness
Intoxication, rage
Confusions, misunderstandings
Loneliness, hatred
Bitterness, revenge
Unfaith-ness, dishonesty
Greed, misfortunes
Jealousy, envy,
Anger, stress, pressure
Have all caused hands
To take away God's creation
And embrace the seed of Satan
Better known as murder.
24th August 2009 Eyan Desir
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poem by Eyan Desir
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Ocean Of Feelings
In this ocean of feelings I’m drowning
The waves are pulling me in
This ocean is too deep it’s too strong
Save me if u can I cannot save myself
The ocean is too big n I’m too small
The storms that are coming will shatter me in to pieces
When the feelings r all dead then the ocean is not there
All there is left is dry land
And in this land I lie there shattered by the ocean that was once there….
poem by Dhawal Champaneri
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Song Of August!
August tunes and replays
a tearful song from the heart
of Hiroshima and Nagasaki
and monsoon droplets
resonate that heartfelt song
on the strings of August.......
August 2,2009
poem by Rema Prasanaa
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12. Moonlight River
Black horse, strolling alone, to the river
He lowers his neck and drinks the water
Black clouds, shading the rays from the sky
White horse, treading alone, to the river
She lowers her neck and drinks the water
Black clouds, fusing the shadow into the night
Gradually the clouds disperse, and the moon
Shines warmly on the black horse
It lifts up its head and looks around
The white horse has disappeared.
(Aug 23,2004)
poem by Eugene Issaus
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The First Attack
Since I started being impressed
By the things that move me all the treasures that I missed
Came back to stand around me
And as I curse the wasted time
I lift my head to say
Thank you God you gave the strength
That helped me walk away
All the fear and anger
Still stays within my heart
And I cant recall the last time
I imagined theyd depart
But this is what Im going to do
When they force me to doubt
Ill ask for what I know remains
To help me sing them out
As rays of sun shine through the clouds
To heat the soaking ground
So when we come to sing the shouts
Well burn the theatres down
Let every disbelieving sneer
That looked me in the back
Turn, come towards us, and feel the first attack.
song performed by by Proclaimers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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For All The Treasures I See
for all the treasures i see
rain, forests, sun, clouds,
green fields, high mountains
waterfalls, white sandy shorelines,
rock formations, mountain mists,
a perfect sunset
a glorious sunrise
the ivory piano keys,
the 33-seater dining table
the paintings from italy
some marble mosaic
the glass windows from rome
the sculpted wood
the persian carpets
the octopus hangings
dancing lights
all these are nothing
treasures of mankind
his capacity for greed
materialism, consumerism,
his leanings for corruption
and avarice and instincts
for preservation
the reputation and fame
all these treasures fade
against the light of one
pure, clean heart
that i am still searching
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Little Monsters
The little monsters dwell inside
They don't try to run or hide
They just play their little games
They even have their little names
There's Greed, Jealousy, Anger and Joe
Jealousy is the one who has to know
Greed is good at hiding things
Then there's Joe, he sings
About how Anger is a jerk
They don't get along but they make it work
poem by Jade Blaydes
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Stay With Me
Tempered by greed, tall buildings breathe
Give a sigh of relief when its night
Stirring from sleep, we night owls creep
Is there any sign of life under this stone
Star chime hollow & true.
Love, child
Weep for me & I will cast your wheels in motion
Walk with me the inner reaches of emotion
Sheltered by creed, one piled on one
Do you have a little room for one small one
Light shine wild & free
Sun, rise
Weep for me & I will set your wheels in motion
Keep with me & like a roller on the ocean
Stand by me & I will fill you with devotion
Walk with me the inner reaches of emotion
Weep for me & sands of time will fill the ocean
Keep with me til rays of sunshine fill the ocean
Walk with me the inner reaches of emotion
Stand with me & I will fill you with devotion
Weep for me the sands of time will fill the ocean
Keep with me & like a roller on the ocean
Stand by me & I will fill you with devotion
Walk with me the inner reaches of emotion
The sands of time will fill the ocean
Keep with me & rays of sunshine fill the ocean
Walk with me the inner reaches of emotion
song performed by by Erasure
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Rays Of Inner Light In The Darkness Of Digital Age
Rays of inner light in the darkness of digital age'
Everything is red in the wave of greed, anger and ignorance
universal but still can function as marginalized beings and constructive becomings
in the
spotlight of
noumenon
in everyday striving moments of
temporality.
Ocean Blue
Well you took me home
And you took me back
But deep down inside
The feeling just died and i
Couldnt see why
From indigo to royal blue
I travel far but no one will do
Anytime, anyplace
Every shape every face
Brings memories of you
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue - ocean blue
Fair weather friends might drift away
When summer ends and skies burn grey
So I walk to the ocean
Pilot these shores
Just thinking of you
Its time we kissed the clouds goodbye
From now on its strictly blue sky
Come rain and shine
The outlook is still fine
Im thinking of you
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue - ocean blue
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue, ocean blue
Ocean blue, ocean blue
Ocean blue, ocean blue
Ocean blue, ocean ocean
Ocean, ocean
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue - ocean blue
I stand at the head of the queue
Theres mutinys every crew
Wishin and wonderin bout you
Ocean blue
song performed by by Abc
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The way he paints the sun and the trees
He paints the sun in black bold colors
Flaming in black smoke and the trees
Are tiny and thin all in black like
Charred sticks from a huge fire
He did not place people in the landscape
The black rays are like the hands of octopuses
Crawling and perhaps eating the landscape
I look at his eyes, they are all red
Blood spurting out from his capillaries
With this huge fire of anger
Burning the painting the canvass ashed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sedated
It's time to dropp hopscotched ideals.
Limited in isolation...
Within the minds,
Of those locked in and boxed.
Guilt rides them with fear.
No sleep comes near them at night.
A contained anger,
Keeps them in beliefs...
Their way of life is right.
Although a solicited greed,
Has pushed them to the brink.
Fading values and standards,
Are spoken of as treasures...
With such a seriousness,
Their fixed eyes do not blink.
Their very existence relies,
On the marketing of decadence.
And once great foundations...
Are decaying more rapidly than common sense.
Guilt rides them with fear.
No sleep comes near them at night.
A contained anger,
Keeps them in beliefs...
Their way of life is right.
It's time to dropp hopscotched ideals.
Limited in isolation...
Within the minds,
Of those locked in and boxed.
Although a solicited greed,
Has pushed them to the brink.
Fading values and standards,
Are spoken of as treasures...
With such a seriousness,
Their fixed eyes do not blink.
As if they have been...
Sedated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Between Bedposts
Swimming through a sea of brandy
I see no pending island
There is nothing beneath me
But unexcused regret
Over indulged in this illusion of truth
I'm swimming deeper and deeper
Into this ocean of fibs
Feelings are clouding reason
Built up inside of me is anger
With a reason unknown to even myself
I will bury it with you
I'll take it out on your deepest part
Clutching and breathing and sweating
I'm satisfied for now
My anger is satisfied
But it is also deepened
I will live to forget, to push aside
Until it can no longer be tamed
And I clutch onto your physical being again
No feelings except satisfaction
Eyes are closed
Mouths are connected
We are not one
We are only two of a kind
And thats what keeps this attraction
From moving anywhere
But between bedposts
poem by Brittaney Static
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