To The Guy on the Fire Hydrant
Dear curly haired vagrant
Thank you for your inadvertent warning
And though I didn't heed your sign
You'll be happy to know that I was fine
The next morning
(2011)
Samvel Aleksanyan © All Rights Reserved
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To The Liars And Pretenders
For as long as I can remember
Up to this point, I have been uncertain of whether I
Can write poetry or not
Know this, that I
Of course appreciate your feedback, but
Forced words are not appreciated, be honest
For honesty makes me smile and helps me grow
(2011)
Samvel Aleksanyan © All Rights Reserved
That One Time, When I Saw Her Eyes
I caught a glimpse once,
A long silent stare
Amidst the sickly sunshine blare
Of the green marble starlight show.
The stone lifted and all was gone
Amidst that sultry stare,
Body and soul submerged
Into the midnight pupil
Centered in that
Green marble starlight
Caught within said awkward stare.
Yes, that shell, that silly schoolyard show
So succumb to the
Might of that mystic
Green marble starlight
Glow
And all was right, yes all was right,
If only for a second
Until her shell stood up to go.
(2011)
Samvel Aleksanyan © All Rights Reserved
Just Wait For Life
Let time be time while time can be
For mind gives way to mind
And thoughts of will, free will, turn free
Progression says all stop, reform
Renew, rethink, redeem, renorm
And change is change while change can be
For thoughts all change the thoughts we see
And all is not what all can be
For all is what I make of me
And you, for we're all connected
Fate is false while false
Til' will is urged and redirected
Like rhymes which change
Life is broken, fixed, and broken
Renewed reawoken,
Words they change, all semantics,
They restate the love, sorrow, fear,
Strike and make you rise to your feat
All change it changes life and need
It is all it is, reform, progressive static
It's magic, music, boom bam to the beat.
(2011)
Samvel Aleksanyan © All Rights Reserved
Beyond Waking Life
As progression into the mind
Progresses further beyond
Eyes, the dreary eyes of blind,
The recesses of consciousness,
Static sureness, surety in law,
It disrupts matter and time,
Destroys form and blends those
Bland moments of conscious cognitive design,
With subconscious spiritual
Recognition and unparalleled abstract
Rhythm and rhyme.
Two worlds collide to create
Unmatched understanding.
The repercussion of being
The damned drawback of seeing
Such sights present themselves through
A lack of discrimination
Between actuality and mental reality.
Is it beneficial to dream and
Be aware while others motion
Aimlessly through waking life unconsciously
Move onwards showing none but mundane care?
Beware, and beware, and beware,
for once you discover yourself you will never
Again understand it, the physical form of self.
Never again detach being from body as you do.
Spare your humanity, or lack of, yes spare,
And continue automatically, you will not stand it,
I advise you not to dare.
(2011)
Samvel Aleksanyan © All Rights Reserved
I Fear Death
I fear the loss of ludicrousy,
And the end of misery,
The end of the unsightly swayings
Of an otherwise busy
Surrounding.
I fear the stillness of serenity
And the calmness of certainty
In the falling emptiness
We call darkness
When we haven't a clue
As to what carries us.
I fear the loss of blind faith
And practical fallacy,
The folly of fondness
And occasional fondling
Of a passerby waitress,
Waiting equally
For an unknown calamity
To carry her into infinity.
I fear the loss of un-clarity
And anonymity.
And the things one thinks of
When feeling on an ordinary day.
I fear the loss of time
And the inability to keep
What is lost.
I fear the reaper.
And the indifference I will feel
When existence escapes me
On the fateful day
When I lay there empty.
And careless,
So careless,
Unable to remember any of it.
(2012)
Samvel Aleksanyan © All Rights Reserved
V…Villa…Villalanelle
Break them at start of such a sulky day,
Though sick boys do fall for traps they make.
Never yield to the sad skull screams do they,
Just dance a dance midst dreary shadow play,
Though evil men and worldly beings of fake
Break them at start of such a sulky day,
Though often weep alone in chaos clay,
And keep poor brains which wrap their souls to take
Never yield to the sad skull screams do they,
And though naives and fools keep them from their way
And choke them blue as they stand in their wake
Break them at start of such a sulky day,
Sick Boys never mourn nor cry, so they say
Salt drenched drops seldom from their eyes do flake,
Never yield to the sad skull screams do they,
And though complain often those Sick Boys may
Of how the cold breeze chills and muscle ache,
Break them at start of such a sulky day,
Never yield to the sad skull screams do they.
(2012)
Samvel Aleksanyan © All Rights Reserved
Every Morning
My god the years have passed me by
where was I hiding
And then around the world for sometimes
it's a previous now
The morning sun is in my eyes
It doesn't hide the lies
It is not there
The great skies
Happy birthday baby
Happy birthday
Every morning
Every morning in time
we're doing fine
Every morning
Every morning in time
we're doing fine
I don't remember being you
Was it so much for me
I don't remember feeling this great
It was not for me
I paid the price
A sacrifice
It was worth than that
My time has come
I don't(?) feel young
Begin again
Happy birthday
Every morning
Every morning in time
we're doing fine
Every morning
Every morning in time
we're doing fine
song performed by by Cranberries from Wake Up And Smell The Coffee
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A Magical Wish
One day I would like to go
To a distant and quiet place
Where nobody would find me,
Not even the dusty wind
And from you, I would be far away…
A place where tranquility prevails
And the pure air dominates the skies,
The fresh air that would greet my lungs
And give me the strength
That I can't afford to waste
In my pursuit to sing a new song…
A sublime and comfortable place
Where the happy singing birds
Would gently wake me up every day,
Letting me know in a sweet way
That is time to wash my craggy face
With the magical morning's dew
This would help me recapture,
From yesterday,
My early restless -youth…
In this new place, I would call home,
I would recreate a World of my own,
Where I would welcome each day
The warming and smiling Sun
With a distinctive sign that says:
"Love and Peace for always"...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Madly In Love With The Moon
Tonight, I saw you so radiant,
Elegantly dressed like a happy bride,
Carrying such a wide and happy smile
Knowing that for many years
We were apart by thousands of miles...
You stood firmly with a great pride,
Aware that I am madly in love with you...
You have inspired me faithfully
In my many sleepless nights...
Along with your dear friends, the stars,
You gave me pure love and company
Penetrating my mind and heart...
Tonight, I can smell your bewitching scent
When having you to me so near...
Tonight, I have no more fear
When I have you so closed and yet so far
Knowing that tomorrow again
We are going to be apart...
It is so hard to know this fact
That I can feel rolling down the tears
Throughout my whole face
When knowing for sure
That tomorrow you are going back
To the distant space
And leaving me alone on this earth...
Please, take me with you my dear...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Send Me A Sign
Out of the dark
he came without a warning
the guarding light
I didn't see...
on a story tellers night
he spoke his words of wisdom
the tales he told from far beyond
that no one understood
He had the gift of prophecy
he wove a web of mystery
a thousend lifes shone gracious in his eyes
Send me a sign
for too long you kept me waiting
send me a sign
from the eternal skies
send me a sign
send me a sign
He disappeared
in the early haze of morning
and with him left his prophecies
they didn't care...
All the years that passed away
he'slocked inside my head
his tales became reality
the prophecies he said
He was the choosen one to see
his words will burn eternally
it hurts
song performed by by Gamma Ray
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To a Prospective Cook
Curly locks, Curly Locks, wilt thou be ours?
Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet weed the flowers,
But stand in the kitchen and cook a fine meal,
And ride every night in an automobile.
Curly Locks, Curly Locks, come to us soon!
Thou needest not to rise until mid-afternoon;
Thou mayest be Croatian, Armenian, or Greek;
Thy guerdon shall be what thy askest per week.
Curly Locks, Curly Locks, give us a chance!
Thou shalt not wash windows, nor iron my pants.
Oh, come to the cosiest of seven-room bowers,
Curly Locks, Curly Locks, wilt thou be ours?
poem by Franklin P. Adams
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47th Parallel ~ Senyru
Midpoint of my life
47th Parallel
Ending, Beginning.
(January 15,2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
poem by Christine A Kysely
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Gay Party's
Get invited
am near sited
to a gay party
for free
3 in the morning
didn't get a warning
that everyone is Gay
are they?
The girls seem nice
are as sweet as spice
and all the guys
have nice thighs
I tried to see clear
I didn't see anything queer
really felt fine
had a grand time
poem by David Darbyshire
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The Sign
Around the nation, around the world
Whats been going down?
A million voices, one question hurled
Heard in every town
All of the people, one simple plea
What will happen now?
Asked in concern for their destiny
Got to know somehow
They say
They say
Everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
I saw the sign
So if you want to know whats going on
Going round and round
Youd better ask before your world is gone
Gone without a sound
They say
They say
Everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
I saw the sign
Everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
I saw the sign
song performed by by Human League
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New York's Dilemma
Out on the streets of New York,
The first appearance of morning,
A preliminary warning
That a new day has begun
While my expectations rise high
As numbers filter through my mind,
Avenues and streets become a network
When studios and skyscrapers somehow
Coincide to take me anywhere
When my heart desires...
Weary faces passing through
The cross-road of the world,
Holding frozen thoughts and muted words,
In the very heart of Times Square,
Some looking happy or tired,
These faces are clear signs
And must be read quickly
To learn their story hidden behind
Or absolve their tiredness or vitality...
I hold my head down
So as not to give myself away,
Relieved to be among strangers
Who do not understand-so readily,
The natural disturbance
Of my presence-or the glance
That permits no admittance...
Practical concerns I put off for a while
For this is the right place
Though I have arrived a bit late
To capture the original chance
To be myself at a glance...
Here-is no more crowded
Than anywhere else
When the greatest pressure
Is a throng of questions
That elbow me alone in a room,
Watching my every move
As anyone I ever knew
Was constantly demanding:
'What do you do? '...
Here I am, always rushing and late
And always in the same place,
Frozen in time and space,
Boundaries I can no longer delineate
When I am daily struggling with my fate...
This is the dilemma of New York,
Honestly expressed my dear folks,
The reality everyday I must face...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Shadows In The Rain
Woke up in my clothes again this morning
Dont know exactly where I am
And I should heed my doctors warning
He does the best with me he can
He claims I suffer from delusions
Yet Im so confident Im sane
It cant be no optical illusion
So how can you explain
Shadows in the rain
And if you see us on the corner
And were dancing in the rain
I join my friends there when I see them
Outside my window pane
Shadows in the rain
Shadows in the rain
Shadows in the rain
Shadows in the rain
Woke up in my clothes again this morning
Dont know exactly where I am
I should heed my doctors warning
He does the best with me he can
Shadows in the rain
Shadows in the rain
song performed by by Police
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For A While
Saturday, slept through the morning
Just let the phone ring, now isn't that strange
I watched cartoons, poor ole' coyote
Someone had a worse day than me for a change
And it made me happy
It made me smile
For a while
You always said my friends are all crazy
Baby here lately it seems I fit in
We go out just like the old days
Try to find new ways to go there again
And it makes me happy
It makes me smile
For a while
Everythings just fine
A little ray of sunshine
I didn't feel the fault line running straight through my heart
I didn't think about you
I didn't come unglued
It's a temporary undo but it's a start
It's a start
Late at night I write my own movies
And I am the star, when I close my eyes
Except I look at Julia Roberts
And you're just the poor jerk that I walk on by
And it makes me happy
It makes me smile
For a while
Everythings just fine
A little ray of sunshine
I didn't feel the fault line running straight through my heart
I didn't think about you
I didn't come unglued
It's a temporary undo but it's a start
Little victories, I'll take 'em
Everythings just fine
A little ray of sunshine
I didn't feel the fault line running straight through my heart
I didn't think about you
I didn't come unglued
It's a temporary undo but it's a start
It's a start
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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Oh prophet!
Oh prophet! Oh prophet! get up and flee
The dormant city
Is vicious, merciless without joviality or glee
Oh prophet! Oh prophet get up and run
The dreadful city before the rising sun
The gentle night welcomes with cover and calm
Oh prophet! oh prophet get up and haste your retreat
The night city drums thunder and beat
A place so foul, no man is liberated or free in solitary streets
Oh prophet! oh prophet get up and hide
This city is filled with bigotry and shameful pride
The night is pure with divinity and delight
Oh Prophet! oh Prophet wake up and rise
Large treasure rapture city eyes
Their sins are blotted in shape and size
Oh prophet! oh prophet take a warning heed
Tomorrow God's wrath will over the city take lead
And with fury and fire burns her towers and her peaks
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~Tragically Mistaken~
You say
you want to know
about their pain.
You say
you wish you had
some warning.
You feel bad
that you didn't
have a sign.
Do you?
If they cry for help
before they have done
the destruction...
do you wipe their tears
or do you laugh at them
and say they are just
seeking attention?
Warning signs?
They're all around us.
Do we really
want to see them
or do we just want
to say we wish
we would've seen them.
It's easy
to say we would've
done something.
It's much harder
to actually do something.
Are you
a silent observer
or are you
an active listener?
If you think
it doesn't matter...
you're tragically mistaken.
Tragically Mistaken
You say
you want to know
about their pain.
You say
you wish you had
some warning.
You feel bad
that you didn't
have a sign.
Do you?
If they cry for help
before they have done
the destruction...
do you wipe their tears
or do you laugh at them
and say they are just
seeking attention?
Warning signs?
They're all around us.
Do we really
want to see them
or do we just want
to say we wish
we would've seen them.
It's easy
to say we would've
done something.
It's much harder
to actually do something.
Are you
a silent observer
or are you
an active listener?
If you think
it doesn't matter...
you're tragically mistaken.