Wield my words with care
Pencils with sharpened points
Poisionous as lead.
quote by by Christine A Kysely (22 January 2011)
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An Apprentice Artist's Dilemma
Stillness of the night,
Can't get the sketching right.
Trying to draw a diva,
So close and yet so far.
An apprentice artist's dilemma.
Tomorrow a new day come,
I will not remain glum.
I've got the eyes down pat,
The nose differs a tad.
The face needs more work.
That's definitely the irk.
This last time, a charm!
Pencils sharpened,
Kept my calm.
Grid was lengthen,
Now it's done!
Though not an exact science,
I think I've got the lines.
I know that I have tried
and now, I'm satisfied.
Lead Balloon
Kiss my ass! I said
And I threw my drink
Tequila trickling
Down his business suit
Must be the irish blood
Fight before you think
Turn it now
You cant cowtow
You cant undo it
Its his town
And that went down
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
He said sic her, rover
That went over
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
An angry man is just an angry man
But an angry woman
Bitch!
I had to ask him for a helping hand
It came with the heart
Of a bonaparte
Of a frozen fish
Its his town
And that went down
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
He said sic her, rover
That went over
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
Lead balloon, lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon, lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon, lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
Its his town
And that went down
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead balloon
He said sic her, rover
That went over
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Halsted Street Car
Come you, cartoonists,
Hang on a strap with me here
At seven o’clock in the morning
On a Halsted street car.
Take your pencils
And draw these faces.
Try with your pencils for these crooked faces,
That pig-sticker in one corner—his mouth—
That overall factory girl—her loose cheeks.
Find for your pencils
A way to mark your memory
Of tired empty faces.
After their night’s sleep,
In the moist dawn
And cool daybreak,
Faces
Tired of wishes,
Empty of dreams.
poem by Carl Sandburg
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Blank Mind
There's a clean sheet of paper, with nary a word,
And number two pencils sharpened so fine.
Yet my mind undoubtedly is not on board,
My muse I must have left behind.
Here I sit without a single thought,
Staring out the window pane.
Without the inspiration I have sought,
No electrical impulses in my brain.
My mind is a desert, life hidden away,
Only rocks and sand abound.
My thoughts have a seven second delay,
No inspiration is to be found.
6/17/11 Alton Texas
poem by Juan Olivarez
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Just Between You And Me
Just between you and me
By Peter Wolf
Staring at each other with accusing eyes
Keep our voices low you don't act surprised
If the word gets out yeah that's all right
I know your just looking for some sympathy
But listen you don't know how it gets back to me
Your getin' reckless girl
But that's all right
Now don't you know that one cold words gonna' lead to another
Then we'll have nowhere to go
Even if heaven and earth collide tonight
We'll be all alone in a different light
I don't care what the world can see
Its just between you and me
I see telltale signs of a lover declined
She got something' to say
He don't take the time
I don't understand
But that's ok
Now you can turn the page or you can tear me apart
Don't make an open book out of my private heart
You should know better now
That's alright
Don't you know that one cold words gonna' lead to another
Then we'll nowhere to go
Even if heaven and earth collide tonight
We'll be all alone in a different light
I don't care what the word can see
It's just between you and me
It's just between you and me
If we don't work this out we won't recover
We'll lived this out with love for one another
But with all I've heard and all I've seen
I'm still lost in the mystery
Again we're staring at each other with accusing eyes
Keep our voices low don't act surprised
If a word gets out yeah that's all right
And don't you know that one cold words gonna' lead to another
Then we'll have nowhere to go
Even if heaven collide tonight
We'll be all alone in a different light
I don't care what the world can see
Its just between you and me
Even if heaven and earth collide tonight
We'll be all alone in a different light
I don't care what the world can see
Its just between you and me
Its just between you and me
Heaven and earth
I don't understand
All alone
Cold
Cold
Gonna' leave tonight
Heaven and earth
All alone
All alone
All alone
Heaven and earth
song performed by by Foreigner
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Safe By Saved
I crashed my burn - With one bullet - Death did not shadow me, that day - She became my shield to the gun i wield - Lead did the talking instead - Blood riddled pavements - Wounded by a knife which refused to take my head - The words used by what the Judge said - Murdered by protection of those who harms - Now you will wake by hells alarm - Suffer you will when dawn breaks and i awake by my fate - Then fear will find you by my disgrace - Your prayers will not mend your save - Never will be safe by saved.
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Lead Me, Guide Me
(words & music by doris akers)
Lead me oh lord, wont you lead me
I am tired and I need thy strength and power
To guide me over my darkest hour
For just open my eyes that I may see
Lead me oh lord, wont you lead me
Lead me, guide me along the way
For if you lead me I cannot stray
Or just open my eyes that I may see
Lead me oh lord, wont you lead me
I am lost if you take your hand from me
I am blind without try light to see
Lord just always let me thy servant be
Lead me oh lord, wont you lead me
Lead me, guide me along the way
For if you lead me I cannot stray
Lord just open my eyes that I may see
Lead me oh lord, wont you lead me
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Points of contact
We travel and keep moving
Each time you move ahead
You should have stepped at a point
Ensuring the grip of the point
You might have pushed ahead
And you make your next step
After reaching the next point of contact
You push ahead
Exerting the force of the push
On the point of contact
The more frequently you
Meet the points of contact
The faster is your movement and going ahead
The point of contact acts as fulcrum
That ensures your push becomes a movement
Thus, you will agree,
Points of contact
Help you move
Regardless of the direction
And regardless of the destination
Quality of your movement
Depends a lot on the
Quality of the points of contact
A slippery, less firm point of contact
Makes you slip
And end up with failure
Your journey terminating not
Helping you reach the destination
Despite all your skills
And efforts towards pushing ahead
You understand that
Points of contact need your attention
They need nourishment
Maintenance and care
The Point of contact need not be
Just a material or stone
Or a step in a ladder or staircase
It can also be a person
Who helped you in your movement
Some time, some where and some how
It is also a requirement
That you be in touch with them
Demonstrating your care and love for them
Your life journey
Either through vocational career,
Or through domestic living
Or through places
Require the blessings of points of contact
Take care of them
Nurture them
Ensure that they are fit and strong enough
To carry your weight
And help you go further ahead in life
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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A Bullet With Your Name Upon Called Cause Effect
lead was in the words
lead was in the curses
a curse in words few
a cross fire fatal
shoot out a hate
brew bitter stew
lead in truth sped flew
a small projectile hate
fired millions to slew
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Night's Ink
I wield this pen only after sundown
For the blackness of night supplies the ink
Fresh dew drops gather to form a crown
On the wild grasses, jewels that glisten in sync
With those in the dark satin dome overhead
What earthly beauty could ever compare
To such overwhelming vastness unending
How small and irrelevant to all of existence are we
Oh, if I could but play a bigger part
Be the aligner of planets
The crosser of stars
The one to lasso Halley's comet
To be more than a speck of dust gathered
On a shelf in the house of eternity
To be more than one dying cell that soon won't matter
In this great organism called the galaxy
To wield a pen with never-ending ink
And seal my words with the stamp of significance
That one day facing death, on the brink
I might see these words raised higher than me
And smile at my own insignificance
poem by Argentine Tango
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Sharpened [s]words fall flat,
heart he art fully pulses
to tatami mat.
haiku by Jonathan Robin
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Rhythm Of The Day
The moon is bright, so high, so cool
The sun, fumbles, gazes in the grass
The lake sparkles, smiles, in the grey
Smiling at each day
The verse, comes from the east
The west dangles, dances within
a bawl inside
Rivers cropping, like spokes
And is agrand pa Mulanje mountain
And, to the south, Viphya
with birds, smiling
Order of the day is shaking
Vigorous heads retakes brittle words
Words of wisdom from all walks of life
Smiling at the ridged land
Before is a reclaim of the garden
So, beautiful and the lake washes,
washes, washes, washes
While the doleful king points out,
points out, points out so high
So high, is the song, and birds
Slander and go
In the rhythm of the day
poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
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Words To Me Mean
words are just word that mean nothing at all as my heart turns cold i can no longer say i care at all to you that may be wrong but to me words are just words that mean nothing at all but to others they are so much more they are words of felling words of hate and joy and worst of all words of hurt but words are just words i could care less at all with words of love, joy, and laughter you can no longer get me down words are just words that no longer hurt at all so no longer let them take charge words are just words of many words of few may cause trouble or cause joy my heart turns cold at the sight of your hate and rejoice with joy at the sight of happiness so you see words are just words that i can no longer take at all
poem by Kimberly Whittenburg
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Courage
Tap in, Tap in
Yeah, tap into my sharpened senses
I have the courage to speak
I have the courage to think
I am me, today and tomorrow
With courage we engage
Bringing new things to life's stage
We remove excessive baggage
As we try hard to be above average
Tap in, Tap in
Yeah, tap into my sharpened senses
Don't attempt to break down my defences
I have the courage to encourage
I rage upon those who discourage
For those who clap their hands in pretence
At my courageous expenses give out only offense
Courage has built me a new image
I feel as if I have entered a new age
I stand out now as I have come out of my cage
Making a difference as I get rid of blockages
Tap in, Tap in
Yeah, tap into my sharpened senses
Courage is great
Courage is the way forward
Courage sets the stage for change
Today is only today because of the courage of others
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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One day
Which opens thus
In a cliché of every day
Originating in a badly done homework
The writing of a day starts with sharpened pencils
In an attempt of an account stylistically tasteless
For a day could not break on through
To the parks and Sunday picnics
It frowned at the text with colourless faces
‘neath whose skin the whole drama of a day
Strikes open eyes with total indifference
To the stressful automobile rides
Through the city bridges
Hanged shortly before the elections
Under the text of pontoon despair
Over the river of unwritten anxiety
To the games in concrete stories
Tag hopscotch hide and seek
At the bottom of squatted childhoods
One day you will write
And nothing will say
Nothing will be able to utter
The closing of a day
Without a title or a ‘done on’ date
Nothing but a red ink
To correct your spelling mistakes
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Body And Memory
THE BODY AND MEMORY
The body and memory
The fame and absence
Have in them
Traces of death
Catch you
God knows where?
Writing is an intoxicant
That lulls us to sleep
We wield it to wield the other
We do not know
We are wielded by.
(karnailsingh Heranwale)
poem by Karnail Singh Heirwale
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Lead Them Home My Dreams
Intro:
Lead them home
Lead them home my dreams,
My dreams
Verse 1:
Some people stand
Some choose not to understand
Some people fight (fight, fight)
Some people dream
Some people wake up
In the middle of the night
With the eyes of a tiger and a childs curiosity
Cant turn from my conscience when its starin at me
Chorus:
Lead them home
Lead them home my dreams
You can hear
When you disguise whispers as screams
(lead them home my, lead them home my...dreams)
Verse 2:
Some people climb
Some people wait for time to pass
Looking for a miracle (a miracle)
Some people could care less
Some people dwell on the impossible
And I always remember the times I let myself slide
And I put all the bad things like money
Far lower on the list than pride
Bring me home
Bring them home my dreams (lead the home)
Bring them home my dreams
(bring the home my, lead them home my)
You can hear, you can hear (you can hear)
When you disguise whispers as screams
(lead them home my, lead them home my)
Bring them home (bring them home, bring them home)
Bring them home my dreams
(lead them home my, bring them home my)
You can hear, you can hear when you
Disguise whispers as screams
(lead them home my, bring them home my...dreams)
Verse 3:
Wait a lifetime
Then my wish will drag on slowly
Come into ones own
At the time of conception (ooooo...)
Give in over time
You may as well change your mind
Now is when I see the light (I see it)
Im gonna touch it, grab it -
Make it mine.....
Bring them home.....
Bring them home.....
Lead them home (lead the home)
(bring them home my, lead the home my)
(lead the home, lead them home, lead them home)
Lead the home (lead them home)
Lead them home my dreams
(lead them home my, lead them home my)
Disguise whispers as screams - yeah!
Lead them home (lead them home)
Lead them home (lead them home)
Lead them home (lead them home)
Lead them home (ooooo...)
Lead them home
Lead them home my, my, my dreams.....
Lead them home my dreams
Bring them back to me
Lead them home my dreams
Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa.....
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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Going Nowhere
This is what you offer me,
A system of dishonesty,
Where life is measured, monetarily,
And I'm just another face.
Another man with the simple skills,
Of staying alive, and paying the bills
I'll Never amount to anything,
Live and die where I've always been.
This is where I'm at, the bills
Still come no matter what,
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
Uneducated, though I graduated,
Wish I would have been a little more dedicated,
And got something out of school,
Instead of always playing the fool.
But even if I did for just one day,
Had all the right words that I wanted to say,
It wouldn't make any difference anyway,
Cause no-one's listening
This is where I'm at, the bills
Still come no matter what,
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
So save your words,
Just save your words,
Cause I don't care anymore,
So save your words,
Just save your words,
Cause I don't care anymore,
So save your words,
Just save your words,
Cause I don't care anymore,
So save your words,
Just save your words,
Cause I don't care any-more,
My father worked his life away,
In all those years he never missed a day,
There isn't anybody that could say,
He didn't keep his bills paid.
All that time, he never got to do,
All the things in life that he wanted to,
He always kept his family fed,
With the blood and sweat he shed.
With the sacrifice he's made,
This is how he gets repaid,
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
song performed by by Zero Down
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After the Interval
About three months ago, when first
Upon our open, unprotected
And freezing garden snowstorms burst
In sudden fury, I reflected
That I would shut myself away
And in seclusion write a section
Of winter poems, day by day,
To supplement my spring collection.
But nonsense piled up mountain-high,
Like snow-drifts hindering and stifling
And half the winter had gone by,
Against all hopes, in petty trifling.
I understood, alas, too late
Why winter-while the snow was falling,
Piercing the darkness with its flakes-
From outside at my house was calling;
And while with numb white-frozen lips
It whispered, urging me to hurry,
I sharpened pencils, played with clips,
Made feeble jokes and did not worry.
While at my desk I dawdled on
By lamp-light on an early morning,
The winter had appeared and gone-
A wasted and unheeded warning.
poem by Boris Pasternak
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To The Disciples...
he always tells them
you are not just horses that are led to the brook to drink water
to satisfy your thirst,
not just empty glasses where hot water is poured
where some goes into an expected breaking
you are not just shirts and pants to be buttoned and unbuttoned
not just headgears to be worn and displayed in school
not just any knife to be sharpened
or pencils
you are not my things
not the objects but will always be subjects with minds of your own
with destinies already reserved at the end
there is nothing to worry, even if you do not believe it,
everything is written,
there are already maps, and what we do is merely to read them
and find out where those treasures lie
as Socrates once in his short life emphasized
he is just the midwife and you are those pregnant women
you shall bear the children
move them out from your system
hear their first cries
and feed them and see them grow
ah, not to be really like you
i am just the spring and you are the great rivers
i am just the spectator and you are the actors of the show
i am the shadow and you are the bodies
you are all suns, and i shall be the moon that will cast that borrowed light
into that earth.
so long, be good,
take all the chances
till we meet again
adios.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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