The Pencil
In between young fingers pale as the blank page
lays the writer’s wand
incantations completely foreign to the prophet, to whom this transformed timber employs
a wise old oak buried inside out
graphite earth at its core
body stuffed with earth, instead of earth stuffed with body
the gaudy yellow exterior
forever dressed wrong for one’s own funeral
a murdered wise and ancient entity
ripped apart by carless metallic hands
on endless assembly lines
this pencil-
Creator of things.
A god of its own.
doesn’t suit me
forced words require a tool more artificial
I trade it for a keyboard.
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Man’s hand and mouth.
Man employs his fingers on her body,
By which a woman is fed.
He employs his mouth on her body
By which he himself is fed.
Man is a creator-cum- consumer
Of pleasure in a fore play.
04.11.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Public But Solitude Suicide
Tremendous corruption and greed
overwhelm a young boy's soul
he looks towards elders and plead
although he doesn't realize the world is cold.
He seeks answers of omniscience
not unlike any other being
but as he looks too far
pain shall be his only feeling.
Regretting nothing as he is young
he looks to cope with dread,
but he doesn't care that the gun
will leave his cold body dead.
As the day of his funeral approaches
the invitations of sorrow are sent
and as his body lays next to torches
his angelic body cannot descend.
The day of the funeral is all but cheerful
they preach towards his heavenly fortress
if only now he could see the people,
the people that cared but gave him everything less.
poem by Daniel Warner
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The Death King
I hired a carpenter
to build my coffin
and last night I lay in it,
braced by a pillow,
sniffing the wood,
letting the old king
breathe on me,
thinking of my poor murdered body,
murdered by time,
waiting to turn stiff as a field marshal,
letting the silence dishonor me,
remembering that I'll never cough again.
Death will be the end of fear
and the fear of dying,
fear like a dog stuffed in my mouth,
feal like dung stuffed up my nose,
fear where water turns into steel,
fear as my breast flies into the Disposall,
fear as flies tremble in my ear,
fear as the sun ignites in my lap,
fear as night can't be shut off,
and the dawn, my habitual dawn,
is locked up forever.
Fear and a coffin to lie in
like a dead potato.
Even then I will dance in my dire clothes,
a crematory flight,
blinding my hair and my fingers,
wounding God with his blue face,
his tyranny, his absolute kingdom,
with my aphrodisiac.
poem by Anne Sexton
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Utencils
Pencil, pen, charcoal, graphite, i can use whatever utencil
I want to write ' rhymes so slick'
I could write a lymric in skilcraft or a sonnet with bic
And if you want to learn how come close, Ill show ya
This is the beginners lesson, grab yourself a #2 ticonderoga
get your piece of paper, some lines to lay on
Maybe at the end draw a picture with your favorite colour crayon
You see im an artist, what i do is compose art
My first set of colored pencils: 12 pack of roseart
But no matter the tool, graphite charcoal pen or pencil
Ill try to make art with any utencil
poem by Jason Murak
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In Saint Gabriel's Wings
In saint gabriel's wings I will fly all thre way throught the sky
But first I will past through living waters here on earth
And soon I will enter the gate of heaven
But once I am inside the gates of heaven I will be inside God's abode Forever because I will be dead
My spirit will be in heaven
But my body will remain on the planet earth
And please don't go looking for me because I will not be on the planet Earth anymore
I will cry and water the earth with my cries every time that I will cry in Heaven
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Salat
We go for ablution
Before performing Salat
And stand on a clean place for Salat
Because God is the most holy
Then we express our intention to do it
Since at first God wished to create
Then we raise our hands
To surrender to God
Then we recite Surah Al-Fatiha
The best prayer
And couple of other chapters
From the holy Koran
Since they are full of advices
Then we bow and prostrate
To remember God
Since God remembers those
Who remember Him
Then we pray for prophet Abraham
And prophet Muhammad
Since God becomes happy
If we pray for them
At last we convey Salam
To the angels
Who note down our actions
Since they are also our guardians
We do not change the place
Where we stand
During performing Salat
Unless it is absolutely necessary
Since God does not move
But we bow, prostrate and sit in Salat
Because God’s body can move
Inside His glow
We bow in Salat
To show our respect towards God
We prostrate in Salat
In utmost awe and surprise
Imagining we are touching at first
Right foot of God’s body
With our hands, forehead and nose
Then we do it again
Imagining God’s body
Has moved a little bit
From Right to left
And we are touching
Left foot of God’s body
We do not eat, drink and enjoy sex
During Salat
Since God’s body doesn’t do these things
We do not sleep and drowse
During Salat
Since God’s body doesn’t do these things
We do not tell lies and say worthless things
During Salat
Since God’s body doesn’t do these things
That’s why Salat is the best worship
And the easiest way to please God.
poem by Asif Andalib
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God’s Beauty
God’s body is the most important
And beautiful part of God
God’s body is like God’s face
Including head and neck.
Is there anything wrong
If my mouth says, “I am Asif Andalib”
So there’s nothing wrong with it
When God’s body says, “I am God”
The look of God’s body
Has remained the same
After creation of the universe
Cause God has used
So little part of His body
To create it!
God’s body doesn’t have
A single gray hair
God is everlasting and forever young!
God’s stocks never cease
Cause He recycle things!
No one will be able to count God’s favors
Since time is infinite!
God has got so very much more qualities
But it can be written down
If all the trees of paradise become pens
And thousands of oceans become ink!
poem by Asif Andalib
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Suicidal
The days pass slow,
as suicide creeps up.
It's always on your mind,
it never goes away.
Suicidal is what they call it.
It creep up,
Them BAM! ! You're gone,
Your parents walk in,
all they see is your spiritless body.
Right beside you is your suicide note.
Saying how no one cared.
They start crying.
They lost there baby girl.
Thinking to themselves
where did it all go wrong?
First they were planning a wedding
Now they're planning a funeral.
That day came,
Everyone dressed in black.
Crying is the word I'm looking for.
Why now? Why do they care now?
As my lifeless body lays in the golden brown coffin,
I didn't know what to think,
Was it you or me hurting more?
poem by Chelseacrazylove Page
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Magician
Magician Magician take me upon your wings
and ... gently roll the clouds away
I'm sorry so sorry I have no incantations
only words to help sweep me away
I want some magic to sweep me away
I want some magic to sweep me away
I want to count to five
turn around and find myself gone
Fly through the storm
and wake up in the calm
Release me from the body
from this bulk that moves beside me
Let me leave this body far away
I'm sick of looking at me
I hate this painful body
that disease has slowly worm away
Magician take my spirit
inside I'm young and vital
Inside I'm alive please take me away
So many things to do - it's too early
For my life to be ending
For this body to simply rot away
I want some magic to keep me alive
I want a miracle ... I don't want to die
I'm afraid that if I go to sleep I'll never wake
I'll no longer exist
I'll close my eyes and disappear
and float into the mist
Somebody ... please hear me
my hand can't hold a cup of coffee
My fingers are weak - things just fall away
Inside I'm young and pretty
Too many things unfinished
My very breath taken away
Doctor you're no magician - and I am no believer
I need more than faith ... can give me now
I want to believe in miracles - not just belief in numbers
I need some magic to take me away
I want some magic to sweep me away
Visit on this starlit night
replace the stars the moon the light - the sun's gone
Fly me through this storm
and wake up in the calm ...
I fly right through this storm
and ... I ... Wake ... Up ... In ... The ... Calm
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Magician - Internally
Magician, magician
Take me upon your wings, and
Gently roll the clouds away
Im sorry, so sorry
I have no incantations
Only words to help sweep me away
I want some magic to sweep me away
I want some magic to sweep me away
I want to count to five
Turn around and find myself gone
Fly through the storm
And wake up in the calm
Release me from this body
From this bulk that moves beside me
Let me leave this body far away
Im sick of looking at me
I hate this painful body
That disease has slowly worm away
Magician take my spirit
Inside Im young and vital
Inside Im alive, please take me away
So many things to do, its too early
For my life to be ending
For this body, to simply rot away
I want some magic to keep me alive
I want a miracle, I dont want to die
Im afraid that if I go to sleep Ill never wake
Ill no longer exist
Ill close my eyes and disappear
And float into the mist
Somebody, please hear me
My hand cant hold a cup of coffee
My fingers are weak, things just fall away
Inside Im young and pretty
Too many things unfinished
My very breath taken away
Doctor youre no magician
And I am no believer
I need more than faith can give me now
I want to believe in miracles
Not just belief in numbers
I need some magic to take me away
I want some magic to sweep me away
I want some magic to sweep me away
Visit on this starlit night
Replace the stars the moon the light, the suns gone
Fly me through this storm
And wake up in the calm
I fly right through this storm
And I wake, up, in, the, calm
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Tonight I Sleep With Mother Earth
Seventy more years must pass,
To plus these ones gone past,
My eyelids, before they may close
Before Mother Earth opens up her core
To take my body in once more,
Before I sleep with Mother Earth.
Before I sleep with Mother Earth,
My castles strewn across the sky
Shall come down to the earth,
And grow up to scrape the sky.
Before I sleep with Mother Earth,
Life shall answer all questions posed,
I shall plaster all precious stones
Around my name, in umeasured fold.
Before I sleep with Mother Earth.
I shall grow tall and strong like a giant,
I shall be elephated from ant to elephant.
Before I sleep with Mother Earth,
All ears that hear must hear,
And those that can't must read,
And those that can't must feed,
Ingest by all means, the words that I speak.
Before I sleep with Mother Earth,
I must sleep with Success,
From that whore, I shall receive suck-sex
A crowned head, I'll not settle for any less.
I shall drink from the brooks of plenty,
I shall autograph the books of many.
Before I sleep with Mother Earth,
All my toils shall be brought to boil,
My labour shall bring forth fruit,
Truth and Life shall birth through me, Poetry
All my impregnations shall get expression,
I shall pour out my soul upon all flesh,
And still erect, I shall come, into Mother Earth.
Then I shall say:
'Seventy more years have gone past,
Many more tears have flushed past,
My eyelids, and now they may close,
As Mother Earth opens up her core,
For the time has come, as I said afore,
Tonight I sleep wiith Mother Earth.'
poem by Joba Akinola
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The Blank Space Inside Us
there are blank pages
some say that it is a must that something must be drawn
words to be written
thoughts to stifle, capture,
stuffed,
there is a day that you prefer
to keep a blank sky
a dark sky without stars
no light
when you close your eyes
you are at home with this blank page
words become
invincible
but they are all there
perfectly correct
well viewed by the eyes of your heart
somehow you go beyond
your every
day fences
move away, jump and run towards
an island of light
a patch of green grass
still no stars
pure blank
it is when you do not believe in the power of thoughts
when what preoccupies you
is nothing when you are finally one with all
space
it is too peaceful to even dropp a word
like a pin on
a shiny floor of tiles....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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God's Anatomy
God's body has got the best throne
God's body can freely move around
Inside God's glow
God has got a chair of artificial glow
Skies are also artificial glows of God
But it is the biggest
The universe is inside it
And it is inside God's original glow
God's original glow is called God's mind
And it is the eternal space.
Glow is mass having least density
Glow is space
Everything that exists has glow
God's glow exists because of
Gravitational Force of God.
God's mind is round and still
Because the core of God's body
Is absolutely frozen and dead
It always remain at the center of God
No matter where God's body goes
Around it some slightly loose souls exist
Heart of God's body
Consists of these two layers of mass
As a result of gravitational force
God's heart tends to become smaller
But space of anything cannot be nil
For this reason
An outward repulsive force exists
That creates never-ending heartbeat of God
God's heartbeat Allah Allah sound
Goes on forever at the center of God
Everyone's soul's pulse is also Allah Allah sound.
God's body remains at the center of God's mind
Most of the times as a Round Living Thing
When God expands His visible glow
He makes His body the Most Beautiful Thing
God's body has a pimple on His face
It's His beauty spot
It's the symbol of bad things
God's body has got
Minimum bad odor
And overwhelming good odor
That's why
God's body is fragrant
God's body puts on clothes
To look more beautiful
God's body puts on crown on His head
To look Most Perfect.
The center point of God is just above paradise
Where Prophet Mohammad met God's body
On the Night of Ascending To God
God's visible glow remains near His body
God's invisible glow is at distant places
From His body
God's body is the most solid thing
God's body is made of tiniest particles
Tiniest particles are souls
Owing to Gravity there are some loose particles
On the surface of God's body
That's why He can create things
Artificial glows of God are made of tiniest particles
There are seven skies
Skies are like bubbles
One above the other
From smaller to bigger
The uppermost sky is the biggest
At each connecting point of skies
There is a gate of sky.
Time exists
Because of change and movement of matters inside Space
From point of view of time God is infinite.
N.B.- The Night of Ascending To God is the Night of Meraj.
poem by Asif Andalib
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The Prophets Song
Words and music by brian may
Oh oh people of the earth
Listen to the warning the seer he said
Beware the storm that gathers here
Listen to the wise man
I dreamed I saw on a moonlit stair
Spreading his hand to the multitude there
A man who cried for a love gone stale
And ice cold hearts of charity bare
I watched as fear took the old mans gaze
Hopes of the young in troubled graves
i see no day I heard him say
So grey is the face of every mortal
Oh oh people of the earth!
listen to the warning the prophet he said
For soon the cold of night will fall
Summoned by your own hand
Ah ah children of the land
Quicken to the new life take my hand
Fly and find the new green bough
Return like the white dove
He told of death as a bone white haze
Taking the lost and the unloved babes
Late too late all the wretches run
These kings of beasts now counting their days
From mothers love is the son estranged
Married his own his precious gain
The earth will shake in two will break
And death all round will be your dowry
Oh oh people of the earth
Listen to the warning the seer he said
For those who hear and mark my words
Listen to the good plan
Oh oh oh oh and two by two my human zoo
Theyll be running for to come
Running for to come out of the rain
Oh flee for your lives who heed me not
Let all your treasures make you fear for your life
Deceive you not the fires of hell will take you
Should death await you
Ah people can you hear me?
And now I know and now I know
And now I know and now I know
That you can hear me
And now I know and now I know
And now I know now I know
Now I know now I know
Now I know now I know
Now I know
The earth will shake in two will break
Death all around around around around
Around around around around
Now I know now I know
Now I know now I know
Now I know now I know
Now I know now I know
Now I know now I know
Now I know
Wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo
Listen to the wise listen to the wise listen to the wise
Listen to the wise listen to the wise man
La la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la
La la
La la
Come here I hear you
Come here I hear you
Come here I hear you
Ah ah ah ah ah
Listen to the man listen to the man listen to the man listen
To the mad man
God gave you grace to purge this place
And peace all around may be your fortune
Oh oh children of the land
Love is still the answer take my hand
The vision fades a voice I hear
Listen to the madman!
But still I fear and still I dare not
Laugh at the madman!
song performed by by Queen
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Hope Is Not For The Wise
Hope is not for the wise, fear is for fools;
Change and the world, we think, are racing to a fall,
Open-eyed and helpless, in every newscast that is the news:
The time's events would seem mere chaos but all
Drift the one deadly direction. But this is only
The August thunder of the age, not the November.
Wise men hope nothing, the wise are naturally lonely
And think November as good as April, the wise remember
That Caesar and even final Augustulus had heirs,
And men lived on; rich unplanned life on earth
After the foreign wars and the civil wars, the border wars
And the barbarians: music and religion, honor and mirth
Renewed life's lost enchantments. But if life even
Had perished utterly, Oh perfect loveliness of earth and heaven.
poem by Robinson Jeffers
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Red Pencil
Red Pencil
R ed pencil with magic flair
E nrichment while in school
D ancing red marks are everywhere
Red pencil; teachers’ tool
Red pencil marks, to make it right
I studied hard with all my might
Red pencil marks
Red pencil marks
I passed the test to my delight
P encil red is the teachers’ tool
E dified magic wand
N ebulous to the Golden Rule
C lassroom and teacher bond
I want to teach, want to be free
L ife as a teacher, that’s for me
I want to teach
I want to teach
Some day I’ll teach, Form Poetry
Red pencil, with magic flair
I studied hard in school
I’m now a teacher; answered prayer
Red pencil is my tool
I’m a teacher, I live my dream
Teaching poetry to the extreme
I’m a teacher
I’m a teacher
And my red pencil is supreme
Author Notes:
Acrostic Trijan Refrain
Trijan Refrain
The Trijan Refrain, created by Jan Turner, consists of three 9-line stanzas, for a total of 27 lines. Line 1 is the same in all three stanzas, although a variation of the form is not to repeat the same line at the beginning of each stanza. In other words, the beginning line of each stanza can be different. The first four syllables of line 5 in each stanza are repeated as the double-refrain for lines 7 and 8. The Trijan Refrain is a rhyming poem with a set meter and rhyme scheme as follows:
Rhyme scheme: a/b/a/b/c/c/d, d refrain of first 4 words of line five /c
Meter: 8/6/8/6/8/8/4,4 refrain/8
source: shadowpoetry.com
poem by Amera Andersen
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How Will The Earth Look When Lifeless?
We from inward
Have negated violence,
And acknowledged,
From the core of heart,
The glory of creation;
And in a magnificent gathering,
We have pledged,
To render responsibility,
For the survival of life
And the earth;
But to obtain peaceful environment
We have transformed,
Nuclear weapons into home-industry;
For we think that preparations
Of wars only bear peace.
Alla din of Death
Having the magical lamp in hands,
Is fluttering over our heads;
And the earth is listening
To the sound of time creeping in us.
Life has made up her mind
To migrate from the earth.
How will the Earth look when lifeless?
Who will be here to witness after all?
(Written by Jawaaz Jafri Translated by Muhammad Shanazar)
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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A Question
O YE Wise of the Earth, are ye wise?
"We can tell from a bone," ye say,
"An animal's shape and size,
And the size and shape of its prey."—
"For such and such joint," say ye,
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"For such and such use must be."
When I show that since time began
The soul hath longed for the skies,
Ye say, "Death is the end of Man."—
O ye Wise of the Earth, are ye wise?
poem by Frederick George Scott
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Now, Who's To Blame?
from the very start
you started it with a wrong notion
you were looking at the roof
you were attracted by the stars on the ceiling
you gaze at the furniture and the
figurines on the living room
huge, human like'
then you gave them the wrong impression
you were mumbling a lot of reasons
you made them believe you
time is not your ally
it reveals what is hidden
time proves you wrong
there are no stars left for they have all been taken
by the moon and sky
the furniture is after all the property of the termites
and the figurines all fake
those huge human like creatures turn out to be
stuffed apes
now you want to cry a sea of tears
but you cannot
your heart wants to erupt into a volcanic sob
you cannot
you force out a smile to prove time wrong
you exude laughter
sounding like a can with pebbles inside its belly
you are a wise man
all of them shall believe you again
now, cry baby, inside the secret room of your heart
freeze the tears
wise man, blame yourself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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All Of Heavens Mine
Please don't mourn
My body on earth
Cause I wouldn't trade
For all the wealth and worth
My body was a capsule
That held my soul
For now I'm brand new
And completely whole
If you should cry
Cry tears of joy
For I'm like a kid
With a brand new toy
All of Heavens mine
At my feet
So don't mourn for me
Or what you've seen
All I ask
All my friends
Please find Jesus
So you can enter in
This great big Heaven
Made for all
With fields forever
To play football
It's like a place
You've never been
And on God's team
You always win
*This is in memory of: Jessie Johnson 5/21/04
He was 16, played football with my son for their
high school. He drowned. He was a good kid, but
best of all he knew the Lord! *
poem by Lagaya Evans
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