Alchemy [Alchimie]
What turns into poetry?
Only the things that have died out
and are preserved in mind.
Only what you have left behind,
but still can't live without.
Only departure and return.
Only the route of cranes,
The leaves, which fall dead on the ground,
and people's toil and pains.
poem by Lucian Blaga, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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Beautiful
(music: marillion lyrics: steve hogarth & john helmer)
Everybody knows that we live in a world where they give bad names to beautiful things
Everybody knows that we live in a world where we dont give beautiful things a second glance
Heaven only knows that we live in a world where what we call beautiful is just something on sale
And the leaves turn from red to brown
To be trodden down
To be trodden down
And the leaves turn from red to brown
Fall to the ground
Fall to the ground
We dont have to live in a world where we give bad names to beautiful things
We should live in a beautiful world
We should give beautiful a second glance
And the leaves fall from red to brown
To be trodden down
Trodden down
And the leaves turn green to red to brown
Fall to the ground
And get kicked around
You strong enough to be..
Have you the courage to be..
Have you the faith to be..
Honest enough to say..
Dont have to be the same..
Dont have to be this way
Cmon and sign your name
You wild enough to remain beautiful?
Beautiful
All the leaves turn from red to brown
To be trodden down
Trodden down
And we fall green to red to brown
Fall to the ground
To be kicked around
You strong enough to be..
Why dont you stand up and say
Give yourself a break
They laugh at you anyway
So why dont you stand up and be
Beautiful.
song performed by by Marillion
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Poetry Is Dead
Is this the end?
Is this the death?
Death has not always been an end
It may be a new beginning
It could have been a funeral
But it has to be the matrimonial
Of lust and hunger
Alas! Poetry is dead
She died last night
Of cerebral malaria
In the febrile fits
Of plagued identity
In the rigors and chills
Of seasonal insanity
In the aches and pains
Of bodily desires
Poetry died
Silently, invisibly
In the blast
Of this materialized world
Before sleeping in the robust arms
Of Dark Angel
She painfully uttered
A dying declaration
In her last muffled breaths
“I, the Cinderella of all Arts
Has had been mishandled
By the guardians and the messengers
They ignored the ‘FRAGILE’ sign
While shipping me from heart to heart
Mind to mind and soul to soul
I was broken into pieces
Even safeguarded
Inside the velvety red box
Wrapped with the white sheets
Of hundred percent pure cotton
Sealed with the melted wax
Of my frozen tears
Each piece of mine
Would live thereafter me
Eternally as a divine soul
In the juvenile bodies
Of so called amateurs
Who worshipped me since born
Like a goddess…”
Alas! Poetry is dead
Dec 20,2008
poem by Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari
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Recalling The Thousand Cranes
if you recall i made a thousand
paper cranes too
hoping to save a soul
from the body of the burning
flesh
the ten thousand cranes
were useless
she died.i live.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Day In The Life Of A Tree
Feel the wind burn through my skin
The pain, the air is killing me
For years my limbs stretched to the sky
A nest for birds to sit and sing
But now my branches suffer
And my leaves dont bear the glow
They did so long ago
One day I was full of life
My sap was rich and I was strong
From seed to tree I grew so tall
Through wind and rain I could not fall
But now my branches suffer
And my leaves dont offer
Poetry to men of song
Trees like me werent meant to live
If all this world can give
Pollution and slow death
Oh lord I lay me down
No lifes left to be found
Theres nothing left for me
Trees like me werent meant to live
If all this earth can give
Is pollution
Trees like me werent meant to live
(oh lord I lay me down)
If all this earth can give
(my branches to the ground)
Is pollution and slow death
(theres nothing left for me)
Oh lord I lay me down
My branches to the ground
Theres nothing left for me
song performed by by Beach Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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An Old Man Medicates His Pains Away
AN OLD MAN MEDICATES HIS PAINS AWAY
An old man medicates his pains away
He wants to live in his mind
As if his body can be temporarily forgotten-
He tries to be as he once was
Easy in the skin of himself -
But the pains the pains the pains
They come from different directions
They interrupt they remind they dismay
The pains the pains
They may go away for a time
But they don’t forget to sharpen again-
An old man does not want to think of his body as his enemy
He is no pure mind and does not dream to be
But the pains
When so many come at once
And when no medication can really put a stop to them-
They will defeat him -
Drugged into restless sleep
He will not be able to die without them.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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May We?
may we?
Be in love again
You and me, again
Denying the destiny.
may i?
Feel your touch again,
After all those cloudy nights.
may i?
Be again the same lover in your eyes.
may we?
Return again two lovers and fall in love.
Once again
may we?
Return back the time,
Return back the clock
To those days where we were in love.
may you?
Come back again
To whisper on my ears
The melody of love.
One more time again
may you?
Call me again to tell me
How you feel sorry
For all those things that you have done.
but i know that mays doesn't have place at the real life.
May the devil turns to angel.
May the stormy winterday at once turns to a warmest summer day.
May the sunny sky turns to darkness night.
But you will never return the one
That have talked me about his great love.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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There Are Pains Beyond The Healing Of Poetry
THERE ARE PAINS BEYOND THE HEALING OF POETRY
There are pains beyond the healing of poetry-
Life’s wounds can be deeper than any helping song or thought-
A life can fail
And go into the ground
With all its cries unanswered.
Who are we to know why we suffer so sometimes?
Perhaps we deserve it,
Perhaps we do not.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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When The Wind Blows
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
In my mind i see,
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
This is an emergency.
In a part of this once-great city
Stands a child crying out in pity.
Gone is hope in the heart of each hungry hour.
Every year in this land of plenty
There are millions of starving children
What will i say if they look my way?
This is an emergency.
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
In my mind i see,
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
This is an emergency.
Bow your heads to the lost generation
Scars so deep, bringing god's damnation.
Businessmen sip wine while congress argue.
But for grace we enjoy our pleasures
What we face will be our salvation
Go build your towns, but remember time will not forget
That this is an emergency.
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
This is an emergency.
Think of what the wise men said.
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
In my mind i see,
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
In my mind i see,
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
This is an emergency.
song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Slowly Into Winter
the leaves slowly cascade down
to the ground
as winter turns slowly to winter
the wind blows them around
untill the cold freezes them to the ground
as winter turns slowly to winter
i return each year to find my leaf lying here
each spring it renews it's promise
this year i didn't wait! after the first spring storm
from its branch it was torn, it lied to me again
so this fall, before the free winds blew
i went to my tree and picked the loveliest leaf icould find
and kept it with mine
untill winter turned slowly to spring
poem by Francis E.rudy
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It was an autumn day
It was an autumn day
And it was cold.
The autumn in the yard.
The thunderstorm was arguing with rain.
The leaves were falling down to the ground.
Someone's soul sat quietly under the bench.
It shivered with cold and it was wet.
The words of its owner it remembered
It could not do anything but regret.
'My soul, you prevent me from living,
You can't stand any deceiving,
You pain so hard, you better stay here in the yard
As I can't stand those pains any more.What for?
I can't live anymore like this,
I think without you I can exist.
My eyes are tired to cry,
May be it's better for you to live in the sky?
Please, leave me alone!
I want to live on my own.'
And the soul went away in a hard rainy day.
It rambled about the wet yard
Without finding any regard
Looking at windows and eyes
But nobody heard its cries.
The autumn in the yard.
The thunderstorm was arguing with rain.
The leaves were falling down to the ground
And rustled under someones feet.
The soul had no one to meet.
No one heard when it cried,
So, it has slowly died.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Phucking Phreak
Murder the feelings all left aside
From all those days that you try to hide
You lift out the anger and cut it dry
You soak your tears away, now you can fry
Your mind melts away, you go with the flow
You hold it down, but you can't let go
You try to speak, but you hear no sound
Lying on the ground, expressed into sanity
Where you will never be
Cuz we're all dead, Cuz you're all dead (4x)
We walk into the night
We cut off the right
We won't feel a thing
We're so insane
Disturbed thoughts distort your mind
You're penetrated, obliterated
We all face it, We all try to hide
The unrelying, The lie
The feelings, the how, the when, the why
We always lie, we always lie
We always cry, we always die - you
Push away the feelings left, so far away
We walked into the sun
And we left our hopes astray
We hope to live another day
But when you break it all down
There's really nothing left to say (3x)
So babble away...(2x)
song performed by by Velvet Acid Christ
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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If I Died Today
if i died today
what would you say
if i died today
what would you do
would you cry
because i left you alone
or would you hate me
because we are bound by blood
if i died today
would you kill yourself
because you failed as my gaurdian
if you died today
id weep black tears
and as my soul shattered
id wish to be with you again
in our other world
but if i died today
you would try to bring me bak
even if it killed you
but in the very end you would realize
all i wanted
was for you to live
and to protect my body
so that i may once again return.
poem by Jasmine Appelhaus
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Four Seasons
First snowfall this morning.
Ground covered in white.
Flowers have died.
Birds are in flight.
End cycle of life
Death turns into birth
Old becomes new
Renewing our earth
Seasons, like Jesus
Restoring the dead
The blood of the Lamb
And breaking of bread
My seasons, have changed.
I've lost my old ways
Pure white I now sit
From the One whom I praise
I Fall to my knees.
In winter I died.
In spring, I'm reborn.
Summer; alive.
He waits til our fall,
And then helps us rise.
His death for us all,
We see through His eyes.
He is my four seasons.
His will is my goal.
After my death,
He breathes life in my soul
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Autumn
You called up late
Said you wanted to talk
I was afraid
Cause you spoke so softly
You took my hand
Slowly started to cry
I can't understand
Why our season went by
Why do leaves fall down from the sky
Is the tree not strong enough
You turned away
Slowly opened the door
Said you could not stay
You couldn't take it no more
It started to rain
Tears kept falling from the sky
It did not stop the pain
It did not stop the pain
Why do leaves fall down from the sky
Is the tree not strong enough
Now I fall on the ground
It did not stop the pain
It did not stop the pain
Why do leaves fall down from the sky
Is the tree not strong enough
Why do leaves fall down from the sky
Is the tree not strong enough
Now I fall on the ground
Now I fall on the ground
It did not stop the pain
It did not stop the pain
Why do leaves fall down from the sky
Is the tree not strong enough
song performed by by Green Lizard from Identity
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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As If They Have Their Own Identity
All of the Autumn leaves that fall from their mother tree
Are shaped so very differently
As if each has their own identity
At least that's how they seem to me.
In the cool gusts of the freshening winds they blow
Along the footpath fast and then quite slow
As if searching for a final resting place
On the Nature strip or in stormwater drain for to hide their wrinkled face.
Their span of time is brief so quick to meet decay
And in Nature's bosom within weeks they rot away
And off of their compost insects and beetles will live
When Nature takes in other ways she give.
Leaves too have life despite what some might say
And all things of life return to earth one day
And though they have life cells they do not have a mind
But they serve some purpose just like human kind.
I hear them rustle on their invisible feet
The dead dry leaves that are blown down the street
All of different shapes and sizes though from the one mother tree
As if they have their own identity.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Inner Peace And The Sound Of The Electric Saw
from where i am seated
beyond the fence of this old ground
they that do not mind the murder of peace
keeps on sawing what wood is left for the hands of this world to feel.
the roots cannot grow by themselves
when all the leaves fall when all the branches are cut
this greed for furniture this amassing of rails and stairs and door jams.
i am seated on a piece of ground without grass.
this is what is left of me in the middle of my quest for peace amidst this chaos.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Graveyards in the Sea
How many times have we seen,
things being recovered from the sea.
Things that should have remained there.
Like grave robbers,
these looters rob the dead of the sea.
It is different when no lives are lost
and cargo is what they seek,
or to find a reason why a ship died,
but when it come to personal possessions
of people who died there,
they should be left with the person
whomever he or she may be.
These wrecks should be a graveyard
and not disturbed by human hand.
They should remain in peace
far below at the bottom of the sea.
poem by David Harris
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Ball And Chain
(Colin Moulding)
Save us from the ball and chain,
Save us from the ball and chain,
Save us from the ball and chain,
oh yeah,
The diggers and the tower cranes,
The diggers and the tower cranes.
Don't want demolition,
Don't want your compensation,
It's not just bricks and mortar,
We are lambs to slaughter.
Save us from the ball and chain,
Save us from the ball and chain,
Save us from the ball and chain,
oh yeah,
The diggers and the tower cranes,
The diggers and the tower cranes.
Must we live in fear,
From those who shed no tears?
Our one and only shelter,
Your games, your helter skelter.
Motorways and office blocks,
They're standing on the spot
Where stood a home,
Crushing on the memories of people,
Who have since turned to stone.
(Ahh)
They've turned to stone,
(Ahh)
They've turned to stone.
Save us from the ball and chain,
Save us from the ball and chain,
Save us from the ball and chain,
oh yeah,
The diggers and the tower cranes,
The diggers and the tower cranes.
song performed by by Xtc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dead Poets Live
Dead poets live
With words left behind
To linger in life's pages
Read again by others
Who travel
That long road
Of Poetry.
Dead poets live
In verses left behind
To play like old songs,
Sang again, touching those
Who dare to sing
Harmony
In poems.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Poetry On The Chin
You gouged my mind's eye,
Tantalised all inner thought,
Shocked from unknown angles;
Sold me, told me cold,
Unfolded, moulded;
Shouldered any harbouring
Of empty morals.
You spun me round; undressed -
Pestered me with background riddle -
Piffle came to gleaning meaning.
And you stripped out prejudice - for none
Must exist in poetry,
Lest you close up an open mind
And f**k up as reader;
Lest your heart is not a bleeder -
It has to be - let it flush out
Upon your sleeve.
You lay apart my thinking brain
And let in the literary pickings of a
Great poetic phallus.
Yes, poetry can be callous.
Copyright © Mark Raymond Slaughter 2010
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