To Be Awakened
Write in a cradle of luxury:
And wait for the traffic to pass by like
Beautiful lures
And housewives in their mouths:
Now I do not know which way I am going—
The concrete is so singular—
Airplanes touch-down maybe fifty feet
Away from me—
It is the year of the dragon, and she is my wife
As the angels fly into her,
Burning themselves—wishing to be freed,
As her hair darkens
Until it is finally time to be awakened.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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We Hear the Time
We hear the time-beautiful time-
In the year when the truth is unveiled.
We see the time-beautiful time-
In the year when the light shines upon us.
We smell the time-beautiful time-
In the year when the earth is awakened.
We taste the time-beautiful time-
In the year when the false collapses.
We touch the time with the hands sublime
And the hearts like the sacred lotus.
We feel the time with the light divine
Bursting forth from the depths of despair.
We shout the time when the planets align
Like the sun with its sparkling hair.
We dance the time when the music rhymes
And we set forth where no one dared.
We breathe the time with our bodies supine,
Breathing in the transcendent air.
We speak the time with the language enshrined
In the nebulae debonair.
While the voices scream and the mystics dream
To the minds that are unaware
Of the time that in now, of the beauty within
That the surface things have concealed.
Yes, the time has arrived-beautiful time-
That the prophecies have revealed.
June 22,2012
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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inside the Italian cafe
you are seated
fronting me
beside me is my
wife sipping her
cappuccino
i look at you closely
you are beautiful as usual
long black hair
and soft fingers caressing each lock
an old night
and french music playing inside
an italian resto-cafe
i guess life is like that
an instance when one cannot do anything
except to gaze
my wife says
the cappuccino tastes much better in this cozy place
and you look at me
as though i am one kind of fire burning and burning
and you are fire too
and the whole place is burning too
outside the rain is heavy
and some cars are stopping on a traffic jam
a girl wearing blue jeans
gets inside the restobar and she is wet all over
here it is
this fire burning and burning still
water from her breast
drips and the floor is wet
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Crepescule of Football Games
Transformed into
The petroglyphs
Before the songbirds who
Are out for no reason,
Dancing winged-
Songs stirred for the
Absence of housewives
With no more reason to
Love me;
The earth pushed a little,
Displaced from its godhoods
And toward catastrophe-
Dying a little the way the
Forest of angels
Drink sea salt- talk up
A little around
Graveyards- underneath power lines-
Why the sky is all blue
A little
F$cked up- punched in the face,
Like the crepuscule of football games
And I have nothing to
Remember how she feels
All asleep in his bed
While the ribald he rhyming burns-
And the roaming mouths of airplanes sing.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Airplan
Airplanes, airplanes fly through the sky with amazing speeds they fly, look out the window
At little world below it's amazing.Airplanes, airplanes look at them fly, they fly through
They clouds and wind. Some fly to London and some to war carrying survival supplies for
Their country. Some may die so others will survive.
Airplanes, airplanes aren't they amazing they help us every day and night.
Airplanes, airplanes so bird like in their manner.
poem by Elizabeth Wheaton
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That Fifty Year Old Woman
That fifty year old woman
she is someones mother
that fifty year old woman
she is someones lover
them fifty years of her life
unseen by a cover.
Covered by the leaves
from the autumn trees is the grass
surrounded by blue tape
and nosey people who pretend to pass
a group of actors walk by
they have come from a history class
to make history new
with conversation with questions to ask.
A fifty year old woman
in an autumn so cold
a fifty year old woman
seen dark winter unfold
them fifty years of life
it is all we are told.
The actors, they didn't get any information
they did not get pictures
nothing known about the situation
nothing at all to discuss
fifty years of age is all thats said
on the morning paper on the fifty bus
thats all thats said
a fifty year old woman, shes found dead.
That fifty year old woman
shes not someones mother
that fifty year old woman
how she had no lover
them fifty years of life
unseen by a cover.
That fifty year old woman
she was quoted in the paper today
that fifty year old woman will be gone tomorrow
the writers they will show no sorrow
because its the way things work
as people pass
she no longer lies on grass
shes covered in dirt.
poem by Daniel McCann
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The First Steps of Outside
Making love in front of coquina fireplaces sometime
After school,
While all of the debutants were getting ready for
Their decathlon of enviable plays,
Jogging in place, and combing their hair:
The unmistakable angels in the iron clad air, kissing the
Follicles of their perfect skin,
The tryst of crepuscule make vulgar machinations
Around the four corners of their house,
Like liquor around an Indian reservations:
But they would soon all go out into this, a sorority fully on
The metamorphosis,
With or with out roller-skates, and making love,
But never so far as to make it across the canal,
Or to think so long of the commercial voyages of the wishing
Airplanes,
As to remember or think of me, as I laid like something
Amphibian against the banks of their parks which they would
Hardy think about anymore, which they would so
Easily be stolen away from,
Their fast kindled fires burning before the doors of
Other campuses, jaunting up state, until they would finally
Graduate and become something less than more
All together but one at a time in their wedding processions
That would never even make it through the first steps of outside.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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In a Dream
at fifty I approach myself,
eighteen years of age,
seated despondently on the concrete steps
of my father's house,
wishing to be gone from there
into my own life,
and I tell my young self,
Nothing will turn out right,
you'll want to avenge yourself,
on those close to you especially,
and they will want to die
of shock and grief. You will fall
to pleading and tears of self-pity,
filled with yourself, a passionate stranger.
My eighteen-year-old self stands up
from the concrete steps and says,
Go to hell,
and I walk off.
poem by David Ignatow
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I Felt Freed
One day I awakened,
And there was an insignificance I sensed,
From yesterday!
That cleared the morning air.
There was something about my life,
That had arrived and I liked.
Appearing in my sight...
With such a happiness I could not ignore.
It was there to make certain,
I had been aware.
And whatever to me was done and/or said,
Before I laid my head down in my bed...
Prepared to flee.
Somehow this was unknown to me.
And when I had awakened it had fled!
No longer to me to be important.
To address as my priorities.
And I felt freed!
I felt freed.
I felt...
Freed!
To live a life much more motivated.
With a quest to face challenges...
I now seek and dare!
As opportunities to prove...
I can move anything off my path,
That isn't of benefit and doesn't belong there!
And I felt freed!
I felt freed.
I felt...
Freed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Word Warrior
Water vapors from Niagara
Awakened me
Feeling so fresh
And alive
Leaving behind the hustle
Of demanding life
I could smell the powerful
Perfumes of paradise
The angels whisper to my ears
“Don’t kill your thought,
The world would not be the same
Without you”
Olfactory sense of wisdom
Sneaks into my veins
I’ll write beautiful pieces
Like the Angels
So beautiful
Irresistible
poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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Gong Xi Fa Cai: Happy New Dragon Year
Year Twenty Twelve,
Year of the Water Dragon,
The Fifth of the Twelve
Chinese animal zodiac signs.
Water Dragon, and
Bird of Phoenix
Make a good
Pair.
Wealthy, Healthy,
Prosperous,
Cheerful,
Year.
Usher New Year
Bringing more yearning
Good fortunes, luck and blessing
For All of Us.
Auspicious Year brings
Uplifting, inspiring spirit,
More dream Achievement,
More good food.
Celestial dragon,
Ultimate symbol
Signifying success,
Happiness.
The Year brings individuals
enterprising, artistic mind,
innovative, powerful spirit,
passionate, intuitive heart.
Mei Hua, plum blossom,
Red, Pink flowers,
Beautiful winter flower,
Element of abundanceness,
Resilience plant.
Wishing You
Happy Chinese New Year,
Gong Xi Fa Cai.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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0004 The gifts which gifted on..
This is the story that the tribe,
sitting together crosslegged,
children at their feet,
tell about
the first gift
a man so loved his wife
that one day at that season of the year
when the sun is so low in the sky
that there is fear that it might disappear
and only the wise old men, say
this is the time for hope and prayer
and the sun will return the stronger
and we, the more joyful
this man so loved his wife
that one day he brought home
besides the daily food,
a beautiful thing he found
and gave it to her
because he loved her
and she, overcome by this
new event, kept that
beautiful thing carefully hidden
to remind her of his love
for many years
until one day, because
she loved her son so much that
she in turn gave that beautiful thing
to him
and the moment she handed it
to him, the beautiful thing
shone more brightly than the sun
so bright that he shone too
and the tribe say, they learnt from this
that gifts received are gifts unearned
but come from grace itself; they are not
magic gifts until
you pass them on to someone else
and then you are indeed blest by them
and grace surrounds you as the sun
this is what that tribe say
sitting there crosslegged,
the children at their feet
at this season of the year
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Caveman Head
Feel my body breathing in
Touch the softness of my skin...
I am very beautiful
I can be so beautiful...
I am very beautiful
I could be successful...
My hands are moving
My feet are tied
Watch the way my hair falls down
See the way my hair falls down
I am very beautiful
I can be so beautiful
Touch the softness of my skin
Feel my body breathing in
My hands are moving
My feet are tied
My eyes are closing
My mouth is wide
I will let you touch me
If you want to touch me
song performed by by Eurythmics
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I Like It This Time
when the world is so silent
because everyone is fast asleep.
when the night is dark
when all the lights on the street
are turned off
when no one walks his way
back home
because everyone is finally
at home
i like it this time when the wind
stops when the leaves find
no disturbance
when the paths and roads are
finally vacant from feet and cars
and buses
when every car is parked in the garage
when the child sleeps
in her mothers arms sucking her nipple
when the father is beside mother's
body
when sisters hug each other in bed
i like it this time
when the world finally is rested
for i am now awakened from
my sleep
i like it this time when i begin
to write
when what i hear is this
computer machine is buzzing
fanning (sighing)
like my long trip
in the plane.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wishing long live the butterflys
Wishing you were free
Wishing going wherever you see
Wishing life isnt plain
Wishing you have no pain
Wishing you can breath
Wishing you cant leave
Wishing you can stay
Wishing you can fly
Wishing you have the whole day
Wishing to watch the clouds pass by
Wishing you were a butterfly
Iong live that butterfly
poem by Fading Heart
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If Only I Could Write A Beautiful Poem
If only I could write a beautiful love poem
I would write it special and only to you
If only I could write a beautiful love poem
So that we will forever remain so very very true
If only I could write a beautiful love poem
With more than a goodness like something new
If only I could write a beautiful love poem
Like the everlasting stay of the sky so blue
If only I could write a beautiful love poem
I would pray to God
If only I could write a beautiful love poem
I would work very hard for the Lord
If only I could write a beautiful love poem
With happiness the remain all through the year
f only I could write a beautiful love poem
Knowing that you will be very near
If only I could write a beautiful love poem
One so very very true
If only I could write a beautiful love poem
I would write it just for you
poem by Douglas Carter
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Two Distant Worlds
who does not like to put some
yellow daisies on your black glossy hair?
you become so beautiful with a chain of yellow
daisies in your hair
where i can possibly touch them and caress them
and how would you know that this is more than just putting a chain of
daisies in your black hair?
you shall never know and that is good enough for me
for i am the simplest man that puts those chain of yellow daisies in your hair
no prince charming for you, nothing special
just another common friend putting those usual yellow daisies in your hair
when our hands touch by accident
how would you know that i have become a forest burning?
this burning fire that is softly killing me
how would you know? your world is open and mine is closed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One Way Street
All traffic moving forward
One singular direction
Non surveying the scenery
Non looking back
Wheels turn slowly
In the same way as the others
Feet stepping in unison
March ahead steadily
No back tracking here
No second thought given
Just the rule of the street
One way, one way only
A single file of traffic
Going nowhere fast
In the same direction
The next one follows the last
poem by Matthew Holloway
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I Write A Little
(Randy Owen/Don Cook/Ronnie Rogers)
Military mail call....
I lay out some paper, I take out my pen
Turn on my table-lamp and here I go again
It's time to write a letter, I'm in the mood tonight
Gotta find a way to tell you how I feel inside
So I write a little and I cry a little
It's so hard to find a way to say goodbye a little
But somewhere in the middle, my emotions interfere
So I write a little and cry a little tear
And I die a little, wishing you were here
God I miss you, can't be with you
I would kiss you oh so good
'Cause you're my only cure for lonely
I'd call if I could
So I write a little and I cry a little
It's so hard to find a way to say goodbye a little
But somewhere in the middle, my emotions interfere
So I write a little and cry a little tear
And I die a little, wishing you were here
Oh, I die a little wishing you were here
Wishing you were here
I'm writing and wishing you were here
I write a little and cry a little tear
I'm writing and wishing you were here
song performed by by Alabama
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Year Of The Dragon 2012
May Dragon's year brings
Many good tides and blessing,
Many good lucks and health,
And many good fortunes.
May your life fill with good liveliness,
And spiritual mind.
The year may comes with challenges,
And hope you can face them.
May you have many good times,
Happiness, joys, and
Plenty of fun
And laughter.
May your family enjoys,
Good prosperity,
Goodness of life, and
Sweetness of life.
Be prepare for the raining days,
Prepare our mind and body to face them.
Be happy when face difficult problems,
Ask God’s blessing and say prayers.
I pray that you always,
Are healthy and happy.
Be cheerful and exciting,
About what the year may bring.
Be positive and be glad,
Be thankful and
Give gratitude to God and family
That life is wonderful and beautiful.
May Dragon's year gives you,
The best of prosperous things and joys.
Take a step at a time,
You will take the year in no time.
Happy Dragon's Year,
Happy Wonderful Year,
Happy New You,
Happy New Year.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Three Angels
Nine dollars, two cents
No money, no rent
8759 thats the number
Be on time
Bring something, dont care
Whatever, be there
Good woman, good loving, good feeling
Three angels
Eight castles, wants nine
Unhappy all the time
Gold headlights, cant see
Sure could help him, feel free
Five aces, no calls
Easy action on the walls
One burning, two custom, all waiting
Three angels
Burns, hofner, white flats
All together feeding back
No mixer, no lights
Good fixer, be all right
Dream wishing, downtown
In the windows, locked sound
One burning, two custom, all waiting
Three angels
song performed by by Chris Rea
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