The Homeless Musician
The homeless man sets down his can and then begins to play,
singing the songs from older days,
he doesn't dress like he's been paid,
I stall to listen,
Oh his guitar has traveled far and ended up on main,
his lone companion on the train
the sole catharsis for his pain
his eyes, they glisten
The tears that fall will have a ball, they rise into the sky
the cycle repeats all your life,
continues after you die
continues after
The babe that cries will one day die and never live again
this looming fate awaits his friends
for every story has an end
but some end faster
poem by Clay Kohut
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Cycle Unbroken
Walking in circles, never ending
This world is so messed up, crazy
Surely a disasters impending
But everything I see is hazy
According to you everything’s perfect
You walk forward, don’t look, never stopping
Never seeing and never do you suspect
Out of sanity, this world is dropping
Listen, the children are singing
Of this worlds loss, sorrow, pain
You are deaf to their voices, over the ringing
But watch them stand tall, in this deathly rain
This sinister cycle must end soon
Before this sun sets over the sea
Before the night marked by the rising moon
End this cycle and set the oppressed free
But to do that you must listen
Listen to the caged and listen to me
To make this hazy world glisten
You must see this world as it should be.
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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Nonjudgmental
During the rush hours
Crowded and tired to get home
Appealing music comes from the corner
Ears listen to the music without any hesitation
Turn and twist
Listening and smiling
Watching the TV screen for the train arrival
Continues to listen till the train arrives
Different color and different environment
Walked side by side before the train door closes
Every heart stops by to appreciate it
Token of thanks provided from every pocket
Playing the music endlessly at the corner of the subway
Smiling and spreading the tune
Not being judged by Simon
Accepting all the compliments and still continues to play
poem by Tenzin Whitetara
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I Can Play (Lyrics) :
He didn't give himself up to fear.
And his voice had a life of its own.
He didn't give himself up for broke.
Just a man who played his guitar.
He said 'I can play the guitar', 'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
He didn't give himself up to drinking beer.
His voice still had a life of its own.
And he didn't give himself up for smoke.
Just a man who played his guitar.
He said 'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
He didn't give himself up to curcumstance.
Always tried to make it alone.
He didn't give himself up to telling lies.
His honesty was already shown.
Always kept himself up to par.
Just a man who played his guitar.
He said 'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'...
Rock Lyric By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1987,2009..
ALL rights reserved..
poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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Back Together Again
Hes back together again
Yeah evryone is glad that hes together again
Just like the old days, old days, old days
Yeah he could sing, he could sing, he could sing
Hes back together again
You know hes still got the moves
You know the grooves still there
Just like the old days old days, old days
Yeah he could sing, he could sing, listen to him sing
Back together again, back together again singing the same old story
Back together again, back together again
The old songs never end
Gives you something to believe in
Remember sixty-five
Well the kids are all grown up
But their records are still alive
Just like the old days, old days, old days
Yeah he could sing, he could sing, he could sing
Hes back riding high
The charts are full of love, hes on evrybodys dial
Just like the old days, old days, old days
Yeah he could sing, he could sing
Listen to him sing
Back together again, back together again singing the same old story
Back together again, back together again
The old songs never end
Thats you something to believe in
The old songs never end
Oh just listen to him sing
Back together again, back together again
Singing the same old story
Back together again, back together again
The old songs never end
And thats you something to believe in
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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My Quest
My tears for hunger continues.
My quest for water is running short.
The joy of shelter I could only dream of,
With no shirt on my back, not even a sole of a shore on my feet.
The great quest continues.
Don't no the taste of food because I hardly have any..
Never had a recreation
Nor any form of entertainment.
All I could think of whats my next meal.
Searching the vast desert for food is brutal, days of walking with no success,
Am in pain need food
My tiny stomach hurts, my legs weak, my hands dead, I can't breathe.
My life less body is damaged.dead from hunger.....
poem by Donavan Avril
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The World Still Spins
The world continues to spin,
It doesn't know where I've been,
Or where I'm going to go,
That, it doesn't need to know.
The world continues to spin,
As I continue to sin,
The places I'm going to see,
Places where I shouldn't even be.
The world continues to spin,
I feel like a washed up has been,
But isn't that what we all are,
For none of you are all that far.
The world continues to spin,
As I try to wash down the gin,
But it's all the same for death,
It always ends in one last breath.
poem by Hannah Eichenauer
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Process continues
All the eggs don’t hatch.
All the seeds don’t burst.
All the loves don’t spark.
Yet the process continues.
All the chicks don’t live.
All the sprouts don’t grow.
All the loves don’t bloom.
But the process continues.
Pest takes toll of the siblings.
Drought takes the toll of the seedlings.
Fate stalls many loves in making.
Still the process continues.
The process spurts the hope.
The process spurs the heart.
The process thrills the senses.
Evolution, thus, continues.
03.10.2000, Pkmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Silence Is Her Loudest Cry
Hear her not when she cries, for her tears need not dress her face in order for you to adhere to her pain.
Even through sunshine at time it rains ' maybe food for thought, entice your brain'.
Do not let her denotion lead you, love her enough to see through.
If she was a story, she would be factual because the lies she tells is the happiness you see but the truth she feels in the 'LIES' she really needs.
If you really love her, you'll cry the tears she hides, so the time next she's silent she doesn't have to cry inside.
Don't let her smile lead you astray through silence listen to her pray.
Ironic how she wears makeup, hiding emotions that keep her locked up.
Feelings of anguish and pain that she confides in when you don't love her the same.
She too is human, she takes what she can, doesn't mean she can handle what she takes.
Profinity is loving her when she's in pain, coz in equivalence she dawns the face of that 'woman', who carried you for nine months and still cares.
Love her like its your last day, that when you love her tomorrow she'd live with no sorrow.
Love her enough to live in her world with her, then to live without her in yours.
Silence is her loudest cry, not to different from a coma life.
poem by Kgagamatso Chimelwane
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King Genocide
Blinding suffering of the human eye
that feel no remorse for the ones who's about to die
homicidal retribution begins to fills his vein
When death awaits as this territory is about to feel this pain
He exploded into terror and begins to kill he doesn't care
each of them fall one by one into lost despair, Genocides overwhelmed by the powerful Monarchy, as the King continues to conquers this entire nation,
of this isolation from freedom and peace that shall be proclaimed
Now he kills, he kills, as the love ones watch them die
with a broken tear descending from their faces as they cry
your speech of freedom that you once told these people was all a lie
from your powerful dictator The King Genocide
poem by Andrew Tom
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I Wait For A Few Small Words
I WAIT FOR A FEW SMALL WORDS
I wait for a few small words
They come slowly
I strive to be alive in mind and heart
The day has not begun yet
But I have already had many more days and nights
Than I will ever have again
I must try
I must continue
Life begins in pain and ends in pain
And continues in all its difficulty
Somewhere somehow
In the course of the day
Joy and light and life
Will come again
Hope also
So we live so we die
Creatures of the few bright moments
of the middle.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Inflation continues till common man is completely sucked out of money, then recession sets in and continues till he becomes suckable again.
quote by B.J. Gupta
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Faithful To Their 'Things
Raw and sugarless...
That's the reality,
Many will be forced to see...
As 2011 continues on its journey.
Many and not a few,
Are going to view the days ahead...
As if visiting unaided by delusions,
For the very first time.
Crimes by those still blind,
Will be commited...
To try to bling and ca-ching their way,
To impress someone in those dead days gone.
Prolonged agonies attached to things,
Will remind those of Moses' return...
From the summit of Mount Sinai.
But even that symbolic image...
Will fly over heads,
Like a peeping satellite!
Raw and sugarless...
That's the reality,
Many will be forced to see...
As 2011 continues on its journey.
Leaving many to fight over the worthlessness,
Of possessions still taxed.
But as long as they gleam and glisten,
They will find a reason and meaning to live...
As faithful to their 'things',
As a marketing of them will allow!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Taylor Swift- Narrative Poem
Listen my children and you shall hear,
The life story of Taylor Swift loud and clear.
How she touched the hearts of many,
With her amazing songs plenty.
She was born and raised in Wyomissing, Pennsylvania land.
She wrote songs when she felt her social life was offhand.
Taylor always had trouble fitting in.
She always got knocked down like a social bowling pin.
A computer repairman taught her the guitar to play.
He taught her only three chords and she learned the rest someway.
Now she has 6 albums,66 songs, and 10 hit singles.
This breath-taking celebrity came from a timid girl who mingled.
She has had many songs that topped charts.
Her songs are always written straight from her heart.
Her first song was written when she was thirteen.
Taylor wrote songs when she needed to come clean.
Taylor Swift writes her songs about her personal life.
About break-ups, make-ups, and love strive.
"My goal is to never write songs that my fans can't relate to"
Just about every girl feels one or two of her songs that tell their story true.
In 2009, Taylor won the Best Music Video CMA award.
She was so excited and adored.
But then Kanye West ran up and took the microphone
And the event of how he protested that she didn't deserve it is well known
She is very humorous and comical
She is more average and normal,
Than some may think she is.
She's just a teenager trying to have fun and fit in like the rest of us.
Taylor doesn't have a "Love Story".
She also has "Beautiful Eyes"
She knows that she's "…not a princess. This ain't a fairy tale"
She knows when to "Jump than fall".
poem by Khloe Chace
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Time And Time Again
Yes I did it and I'll do it again
It doesn't matter if I am your best friend
I don't think so
You're not that smart
Over and over it breaks my heart
The cycle continues time for your crime
The pain comes back in an ugly design
Her makeup smears
The tears that she cries
Over and over every night
Emotional swords slash my soul
And now the pain takes control
I think about you
I think about me
Think about the way that it used to be
I need a bottle
I need some pills
I need a friend
I need some thrills
A shoulder to cry on a friend to depend on
When life gets rough
Time and time again
You think about yourself before you think about me
Time and time again
You think about yourself before you think about me
It's like a fight every single day
It's always easy when you have it your way
Deep in my heart
In the depths of my soul
My selfish ways are out of control
I'm sorry that it comes down to this
I punch through the wall as I break my fist
The makeup smears
Tears that we cry
Over and over every night
You're so selfish
You're making me want to end this relationship
You're making me want to end this
Loving ties unwind
Lost time behind
Loving ties unwind
Lost time behind
song performed by by Papa Roach from Lovehatetragedy
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Ride Easy
Many days Ive traveled but I know not where Im going to
Im lost, lost along the way
From mexico to paris, always the same solitary circle
In an empty caf
Their faces were so empty meaningless and negative to me
I could have died
The bodies and the strangers reflected in their glasses as they drank not seeing eye to eye
Ride easy my friends this journey ends before it begins
Ride easy my friends this story ends before it begins
Long dead winter when I thought that
Spring would never come again melting the snow
Many days Ive reveled evenings through to mornings
Through to evenings with nothing to show
Ride easy my friends this journey ends before it begins
Ride easy my friends this story ends before it begins, oh
Their faces were so empty meaningless and negative to me
I could have died
The bodies and the strangers reflected in their glasses as they drank not seeing eye to eye many days Ive traveled going round in social circles lost, lost along the way
Many nights Ive reveled but I thought I saw the message in a bottle and drifting away
song performed by by Asia
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Stigma
he rose from the ashes
after the fire
he lost his house and
everything he has are
nothing but chars
years the stigma sticks
the trauma continues to rig
his heart
it is not gone
like the way he continues to live
his life rising as a star
though distant but shining still
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Void
Don’t you feel the void
In your eyes?
Don’t your eyes well up
When she cries?
It’s been years…
You’ve seen her.
She knows that you
Miss her.
So why live a life
Full of lies?
Why deny these ties…
Under your deceptive guise?
Do you wait to see the day
She dies…
To bid her those final
Goodbyes?
Unlike the sun and the moon
Once she sets in her ashes,
She’ll never rise.
Even if your heart then
Cries and cries…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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She and I
The poetry in me
Is not mine
It is hers...
And she is not me
She is the lover
And I am the wife.
She comes in me
Time and again
The uncalled for guest
Yet I always play the host.
She details her sorrows
And I listen to her
Lending my patient ears
To her endless pathos…
She gives me love
And I, my sympathies.
She beseeches me,
Implores me,
Moving me to tears,
She cries with me...
Offering me her poetry.
I offer her my
Consolation.
Telling her to live on…
So that life gets its chance
As Death comes only once
And forever…
She has been true to life,
Yet life keeps playing
With her…
Enticing her
With the hope of miracles,
Prodding her to believe in God
And some faraway dreams to live for…
Yet reasons aplenty to die for…
If Death could only come
And relieve her of this tiring game
Where Life seeks her, pursues her,
To go on striving to live
Till Death finds her
Hounded and persecuted…
And tired of living life itself.
She isn’t a Coward –
She tells me
She’ll fight on…
I keep hearing her story,
The same old story
Again and again…
Yet she doesn’t bug me.
She says that
She is a part of me
I deny it, she accepts it.
And so, me and she together
With our denials and acceptance
Of each other…
Remain close confidantes
As she has the time for me
And I for her…
Loving him hasn’t been easy
She knows it, I do too…
Impossible living without him
Yet we both live on…
Addicted to love,
With his thoughts,
Dreams and desires…
Both of us -
Mere mortals living like animals
With pangs of hunger and thirst
Never going away…
Would there ever be
Any Respite?
Wish our souls had no bodies
And our minds were without hearts
May be then -
It would have been easier
To live on, to keep existing…
Like body-less souls and
Heart-less minds
Sans the pain, the tears
The feelings and desires...
In perpetual pain,
This existence…
She always tells me
And I always listen
Like a helpless friend,
Unable to heal the pain
She feels within me…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Day of Grief
Day is...
Day is not...
The sun
Continues to rise...
And set...
Only to rise again.
Life goes on...
Day in...
Day out...
And yet, somewhere,
Buried deep in my soul,
The tears continue
To fall,
And the pain goes on,
Always and ever,
For those lost souls
Of September 11,
And for the loss
Of the world
As we knew it.
As FDR said about the bombing of Pearl Harbor, at the start of World
War II, 'A day that will live in infamy...' So is the day the Twin Towers
fell, and thousands died...Thousands who planned to go home that night, and yet never had the chance. Thousands who never dreamed their world would end on that day, in that way, became immortal before the setting of the sun, September 11,2001. God rest their souls.
Linda Treat
September 11,2001
poem by Scarlett Treat
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The Musician
I don't like to brag,
And I never will.
But I play the guitar,
Like moonshiners play a still.
There really is nothing to it.
I'm just a guitar man.
I was born to play the six string,
And I've got a lot of fans.
You will never know me,
Because I am a lot of men.
Many names are in my pedigree,
A dozen men I've been.
I only play now, for my friends,
And for my family.
There is a sorrow that begins,
Inside my memory.
I have seen death, take my best friend,
I have been thrown in jail.
But I didn't want to let it end,
I did not want to fail.
But I finally threw it all away,
When I had reached the top.
I now live to loath the day,
I had to give it up.
It's just that I love my guitar,
On her I never learned to cheat.
And I never did stray very far,
And she made this guitar man complete.
She is gone now, twas my wrath,
And my son now loves her so.
And he is following my path,
His star is on the go.
10/13/10 vodka360 Alton Texas 9: 21 pm The musician signing off.
poem by Juan Olivarez
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