You're the bait...
New guilts, new anxieties
New pandoras, new trickeries
history seen, changed unseen
Play cat n mouse with me
You the cheese, me the mouse
Lets find the cat unseen
I eat you and play dead
We'd fool the cat unseen
But there's a problem,
The cat has caught us unseen...
02-04-2008
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Remains Unseen
The hate that tears at my brain
Remains unseen to you
The self loathing and the pain
I'm swinging at the end of my rope,
If you only knew
I am lost without a hope,
There's nothing I can do
Oh.
I don't want to live this day
It's getting harder every day,
To face what I've become
The fear of what I have become
Remains unseen to you
A heart that's just gone numb
Remains unseen to you
I just want to close my eyes
And pretend this isn't true
Throw my hands up to the skies
There's nothing I can do
Oh.
This feeling of helplessness
And despair remains unseen to you
It's the cross that I must bear,
But it remains unseen to you
I dwell in a twisted reality of hate,
Remains unseen to you
Ugly thoughts, you cannot relate,
So I'll remain unseen to you
song performed by by Unseen
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Nun and monk
A nun is born to blush unseen
And waste her sweetness in the desert.
A monk is born to beam unseen
And lose his shower in the ocean.
Both are ill born to wither unseen
And miss the other half in the wilderness.
Who is the cause, the God or His sons?
19.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Why Are You Gloating?
Why are you gloating?
You look as if you were a mouse,
Who was just awarded...
A lifetime supply of cheese.
'That's almost funny.
No.
But...
Say I 'was' that mouse.'
Okay...
Mouse.
'And that mouse was suspected of stealing cheese.
And those who made the cheese...
Did all they could to find the mouse guilty of the crime.'
Go ahead,
I'm listening.
'And...
The mouse,
Kept telling the makers of cheese...
They actually befriended rats!
And those rats were the culprits of the theft all along.'
I don't get it.
What has that got to do with you?
'You see...
The folks had their eyes focused on the mouse closely.
Under microscope.
Not realizing they socialized and entertained disguised rats.
Masquerading as wholesome folks with undeniable integrity.'
What became the outcome?
'Well...
Not only was the mouse awarded that lifetime of cheese you mentioned.
But efforts long dismissed achieved notoriety for that same mouse.'
Soooo,
'Why' are 'you' gloating?
'Forget it.
Just forget it.'
Hey,
Wait a minute.
Don't get angry with me.
You were the one to bring up the mice and rats in disguise,
Working inside a cheese factory.
Yeah...
That's right.
Walk away.
You need to lay that head down and get some rest.
No wonder I see him smiling all the time.
The dude is nuts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If you believe in an unseen Christ, you will believe in the unseen Christlike potential of others.
quote by Anthony Burgess
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My Unseen Friend 2
The unseen spirit ever walks by me
Neither in front of me nor at my back!
His concerns are genuine.
The unseen spirit often chuckles.
At times he sings chimes into my ears.
He leaves me not, a mischievous guy indeed!
There we see a blue river far
With banks vast and sandy
The unseen spirit and I walk towards it.
There I think of catching a fish
There are no fish in the river though.
There he becomes a fish for me!
Tell me - who are you?
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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He fights well who flies well' (Guillford, The Owl and The Nightingale)
A see through unseen
Wing of wake in light
Flower-like green
In a rainbow bright
A poppy-like red
Throbbing in blood
Unheard unsaid
A silent guard
A sun-like yellow
Circling within
Melody mellow
In wings unseen
A sky-like blue
Transparent rainbow
A see through see through
My eyes will know
Air arches beyond a skyline horizon
Foot marches throngs in a joy division
Laughter swells sounds within unison
A see through unseen in a secret visio
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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a mouse teaches Diogenes
You see Diogenes living in the slums. He lives in a barrel. This is the man even Alexander the Great admires. So it makes you wonder about Diogenes.
So you pretend to be there quite by accident and you ask: “Diogenes…Who was your teacher? ”
“A mouse was my teacher, ” says Diogenes.
You are quite confused. And you say: 'A mouse is your teacher? And how is that, Diogenes? '
“Well, most exquisite Sir, ” says Diogenes to you. “Most cultured Sir, ” he says. “I had no home and I was in the streets. I almost killed myself. Then I saw mouse. Mouse ran around and looked for food and it found some and I observed mouse for over two days. And I realized how resourceful mouse was. And then I said to myself: ‘Learn of the mouse, Diogenes- and all will be well.’ And so I learned of mouse. And every time I have a problem, I simply ask myself: ‘How will mouse solve this? ’ And so mouse became my teacher. And now, most Exquisite Sir, I have a problem. You. I want to get rid of you and I ask myself: ‘How would mouse solve this problem? ’ He would bite…”
You listen to this and you are afraid – and you run. And Diogenes has done well; he has learned well from his teacher. And you can hear him shouting to you: “By the way, who was your teacher? ”
poem by Raj Arumugam
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The Human Condition
An age that's in decline
The blind lead the blind
Live from day to day
Nothing here yet you stay
Painful memories you recall
Nothing left for you at all
Your life is your priority
No hope for you alone
Kept out of sight
Unseen, disowned
By society
You know what will be will be
No such thing as destiny
To watch the world as time ticks by
Many truths that you deny
You cannot change the way you feel
Some emotions you can't conceal
No way to end your misery
No hope for you alone
Kept out of sight
Unseen, disowned
By society
Salvage you identity
You cannot life off charity
This is a high price to pay
For being led astray
No feeling here but apathy
Can't risk emotional injure
No time for thought or sentiment
No hope for you alone
Kept out of sight
Unseen, disowned
By society
No hope for you alone
Kept out of sight
Unseen, disowned
By society
song performed by by Xentrix
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The Human Condition
An age that's in decline
The blind lead the blind
Live from day to day
Nothing here yet you stay
Painful memories you recall
Nothing left for you at all
Your life is your priority
No hope for you alone
Kept out of sight
Unseen, disowned
By society
You know what will be will be
No such thing as destiny
To watch the world as time ticks by
Many truths that you deny
You cannot change the way you feel
Some emotions you can't conceal
No way to end your misery
No hope for you alone
Kept out of sight
Unseen, disowned
By society
Salvage you identity
You cannot life off charity
This is a high price to pay
For being led astray
No feeling here but apathy
Can't risk emotional injure
No time for thought or sentiment
No hope for you alone
Kept out of sight
Unseen, disowned
By society
No hope for you alone
Kept out of sight
Unseen, disowned
By society
song performed by by Xentrix
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As If A Needed Must To Have Is Trusted
When one begins to establish a history
One's choice to be deceiving,
Does not mean those activities go unseen...
To be disbelieved.
When one begins to establish a history,
Misdeeds like these...
Clarifies one's identity.
Packaged within an unmistakable personality!
And why this is a mystery to one so obvious,
Can not be explained.
Even though a pattern has been created,
That maintains its sameness.
When one begins to establish a history
One's choice to be deceiving,
Does not mean those activities go unseen...
To be disbelieved.
And accepting environment,
Has a way of making anything tolerated!
Even one's disgust becomes tradition.
As if a needed must to have is trusted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Staring At The Dead Mouse
i poisoned that mouse
which ate my cheese
that i left
under my bed,
till now i do not know
the reason,
why that cheese
was there, why
i left the mouse dead
on the floor,
why i stared at it
as though
i am sharing my guilt
with the cheese
and the poison.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Like A Butterfly
In my boyhood,
So sweet so lovely;
Like an eagle with its meteor eyes.
This pilot is guiding me,
This love is my hope;
Like a swarm of golden bees.
Of my unseen feet,
Of your unseen feet,
Of his unseen feet,
Of her unseen feet,
From Cape to Cape;
I am lured by the love of my growth.
Of a world so fair,
Eyes have not seen it;
It is like life beyond the tomb of love.
Ears have not heard its deep songs of joy,
This land is full of harvest;
But another race has filled it.
In silence and in fear like,
The banners up high in the sky;
Living in a better land as expected but,
A little weeping will ease my heart.
Another joy has come like,
The anthem of freed Slaves;
Where i do hear you speak like the long Amazon River.
Quiet as a stone,
A thing of beauty is of a joy;
Like a bed of straw in my boyhood,
Of the days gone by like a butterfly.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The unseen from the seen
Dear, O my dear forever,
I have seen you a portion,
The rest under clouds.
Your face, hair, nape
And limbs from elbows,
And no more, were visible.
The rest beneath the saree
Is safely kept unseen.
It is enough to my faculty.
From the parts I have seen,
I perceive the parts unseen.
I could visualize,
I could surmise,
I could X-ray.
I could fantasize
And I could imagine
What were there in store,
And what shape they were:
The lean breast, the thin arms,
The slender legs and the narrow groin.
I felt about it as if I was drunk.
Yours unseen are frenzy
To me rather than to him
Who is your custodian.
Your contour is just like curves
In a cartoon, speaking volumes.
I owe much to your company.
It keeps me in harmony.
There is no harm to any.
17.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ghost Town
The old town stood abandoned
left to those unseen to roam.
The inhabitants left behind
when the residence moved away.
The tumbleweeds dance through the streets
once alive with people.
Shudders sway back and forth
pushed by unseen hands.
Flowers grow where seeds have fallen,
dropped by birds and wind.
Spiders draw exotic webs
covering corners everywhere.
Doors left unlocked creak
under any breeze passing through.
Wild animals forage
watched by the unseen inhabitants
that live within in the town.
This silent town of ghosts.
11 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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A Mouse Is Killed Today
a mouse is killed today
by an artist
who got mad because
the mouse ate his painting
of the nude woman
that evening while he got so furious
the mouse was at his hole
on the floor eating his usual cheese
the artist mumbled and murmured
and grumbled
and the mouse heard it
and called it
slapstick poetry
a doggerel,
the artist was not able to hold his temper
anymore
got an armalite and shot the hole with the mouse in it
in the name of art
the artist invokes his right to kill the mouse
he says it was
' clearly an artistic expression
and protected by the First Amendment.'
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The God Within
So many worship their great god in prayer
Their unseen god who lives in god only knows where
Their unseen creator who cleanse their souls of sin
And they scoff at those who talk of god within,
A god within they say this cannot be
Though they do believe in the god they cannot see
An argument on god with them one could not hope to win
But human goodness only can come from within
In ways I envy them their gift of faith
Their love of their god in hymns of praise they celebrate
I wish at times that I could feel that way
But I do not have a god to which to pray
But the god within answers our every call
And to me that is the greatest god of all.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Poem about Poetry - Did I write them?
did i write my poems?
no, not entirely
does the flower
blossom on its own?
not, not entirely
there are hands
that help each petal
tilt itself, one by one
so that the flower
inches and express
its beauty to you
beauty installed
by a set of hands
one could only describe as
the Lofty Ones
did i write my poems?
no, not entirely
there are verses
that have sprung
in the the mind like
the flower
so finely tuned each
petal has moved, so that
they are in unison with each other
so that they converge as
a beauty all done up to glorify
the unseen hands
the unseen, the unseen
that could only be
known by the heart
as every petal moves
like word to take the heart
to the height of praise
for the Lofty One
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Returning To The Homes Of Our Selves
last night
we are even,
i was about to tell
you about a wall i am making,
you said it first instead,
your wall in invincible
both are unseen, but only felt
we celebrate this mutual wish
we are so near
there are only a few words that divide us
and yet we are so far
and we feel it in trembling
what we do not see
when we first know love
are the same unseen dimensions
that make us go home
when i arrive there
i meet myself and you too tell me
that in your world
you have met the true self that you are
the days are over
the nights are longer
the full moons are gone
and so are the stars
did i not tell you that sometimes
it is in the dark that we see too well?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The unseen presence of Him
The unseen presence of Him that created all
is constantly among us as we dwell in a world of sin
and He has been visiting like this from the very begin,
since the very day that Adam and Eve did fall
and as spring follows winter and summer moves in
all of nature rejoices in beautiful colours and fragrances
while daily insects, birds, flowers and trees enhances
the blessings that usually come unseen in the daily din.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Dance Off At The Cottage
What a night it was, I was at the Cottage.
I see him dancing all by himself,
Why who is it? It’s none other than Mouse.
Mouse is in the house!
So I go up to Andy and say,
Hey, I’m going to dance Mouse off the stage.
Then Andy gives me a wink,
I go to my friends who give me a drink.
I go to the D.J. and request,
Play Michael Jackson, who is the best.
Then the music begins to play,
I take my shoes off for they get in the way.
The floor is cold for it is brick,
I don’t care, I jump and kick.
Balloons begin to come my way,
Women starts taking pictures and laughing real gay.
Everyone is screaming, it is so much fun,
I dance around Mouse who is the one.
The one I have chosen,
Chosen to dance off the stage,
He finally leaves, and I still dance away.
It was a fun night I do say.
Thanks Mouse for being there to play.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 26,2011
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