Stash
Im pulling the pavement from under my nails
I brush past a garden, dependent on whales
The sloping companion I cast down the ash
Yanked on my tunic and dangled my stash
Zipping through the forest with the curdling fleas
To grow with them spindles, the mutant I seize
I capture the dread beast who falls to his knees
And cries to his cohorts, asleep in the trees
Smegma, dogmatagram, fishmarket stew
Police in a corner, gunnin for you
Appletoast, bedheated, furblanket rat
Laugh when they shoot you, say
Please dont do that
Control for smilers cant be bought
The solar garlic starts to rot
Was it for this my life I sought?
Maybe so and maybe not (maybe so and maybe not) [4x]
Was it for this my life I sought? (maybe so and maybe not)
Control for smilers cant be bought (maybe so and maybe not)
The solar garlic starts to rot (maybe so and maybe not)
Was it for this my life I sought? (maybe so and maybe not) [4x]
song performed by by Phish
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The Battle
Dames should be doomed to dungeons
Who masticate raw onions.
She was the cuddly kind of Miss
A man can love to death;
But when I sought to steal a kiss
I wilted from a breath
With onion odour so intense
I lost my loving sense.
Yet she was ever in my thought
Like some exotic flower,
And so a garlic bulb I bought
And chewed it by the hour;
Then when we met I thrilled to see
'Twas she who shrank from me.
So breath to breath we battled there,
To dominate each other;
And though her onions odious were,
My garlic was a smother;
Till loth I said: 'If we would kiss
Let's call an armistice.
'Now we have proved that we are true
To our opinions,
My garlic I'll give up if you
Give up your onions.'
And so next day with honey sips
How sweet her lips!
poem by Robert William Service
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The New Life
Ive burned my bridges
And Im free at last
All my chains are
In the past
The new life starts here
(I was trying to get happy
I thought it was hard
Until I found that
In my own back yard
The new life starts here)
The day is wide open
The sky is blue
The world is a miracle
And so are you
The new life starts here
My papers arrived
Stamped and complete
All previous dispatches
Are obsolete
The new life starts here
I can see my way so clear
Rejoice for...
The new life starts here
Theres a war in the gulf
But it aint in my head
I just declared a state of
Peace instead
The new life starts here
(tempters and tricksters
Banging at my door
Im not fighting with them
Anymore
The new life starts here
/
Users, abusers,
Banging at my door
Im not fighting with them
Anymore
The new life starts here
Tempsters and tricksters
Wondering how
To seize my attention
They cannot touch me now
The new life starts here)
Generals, presidents
How do you do?
I can make it with or
Without you
The new life starts here
I can see my way so clear
Rejoice for...
The new life starts here
Are you under the mercy?
Are you under attack?
Are you going forward?
Are you going back?
The new life starts here
(are you coming to grips?
Are you coming apart?
Are you listening to fear?
Or to your heart?
The new life starts here
/
Are you building heaven
Or are you building hell?
When that great day comes
Will you be able to tell?
The new life starts here)
Citizen, criminal, child
Woman or man
The keys to the kingdom
Are in your own hands
The new life starts here
(God of our love
Who ignited the sun
Not my will
But thine be done
The new life starts here)
Mock the devil
Make him sweat!
He hasnt won
The battle yet
The new life starts here
(a whole new age in seven more years
A brave new age in ten more years)
Rejoice for...
The new life starts here
song performed by by Waterboys
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By God
By God, we were sealed, when we were spiritually healed,
Sealed by The Savior Himself, His seal appears in stealth,
To all outside of Jesus Christ, but we’re sealed in this life,
In a New Life, God will reveal, in all, marked with His Seal.
By God, we were saved, when sinfully lost and depraved,
Saved by His Spirit above, through God’s wonderful love,
It was God, who loved us first, when we were at our worst,
In spite of how we behaved, by His Grace we were saved.
By God, we were sought, as new creations being wrought,
While we were not seeking Him, truly lost in a world of sin,
He not only found all of us, but, led us to The Lord Jesus,
By Whom, we were bought, saving all who He had sought.
By God, we were redeemed, unbelievable it really seemed,
Yet He bought us on earth, imputing to us His Son’s worth,
It is The Lord’s Righteousness, that God has granted to us,
His Righteousness is what beams, from those He redeems.
The Spirit’s seal is our guarantee, that we shall live eternally,
Saved out of this world of sin, God’s Spirit now lives within,
It was God Who sought His own, from His Heavenly Throne,
Redeeming men, in this life, to live forever with Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©02/2012)
Birth of the Warrior
Respect. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be given.
Control. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Power. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Love. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be given.
Joy. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Peace. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Sought from the source external.
Robbing another, and in turn robbing the seeker.
Another protects theirs, as the seeker protects his.
In the quest, it is given away to another, with nothing returned,
The seeker loses themselves.
To put another before self, is to find one self.
Yet, the seeker must protect what is theirs.
Though it must be shared, as it is found for this purpose.
It is that, which is shared, that can never be stolen.
It is the gift.
Not to be given, as one who gives, expects it back.
The gift that is given to one, cannot be shared by many.
The gift must be protected.
For those starving from within, will get a taste,
Not realizing that they have their own.
They just have yet to harness it.
The power lies within.
Yet, within lies, it lies.
It is when the seeker respects themselves, they can respect others, and can share respect.
When they can control themselves, others respect will respect them.
They then find their inner empowerment, and now need power from no other.
The battles you endured, you are courageous.
The demons you have battled, you are fearless.
After many defeats, you rose and became victorious.
The seeker is not a victim,
The seeker is a champion.
They have conquered the battle from within.
Many battles lie ahead, they can reflect on the battles past.
Now, the warrior inside is born.
Fight on!
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Flower Power..It's No Nuclear Plant
Solar energy..every new house built should have solar panels on the roof...Over 100 Aboriginal sites miles from power stations in northern Australia have solar power ridding old outdated diesel engines. One site at a cost of $480,000 will pay for its self in 6 years!
No Chernobyl, No Japan, No Three Mile.
Energy to their roots
Where everything begins
With their faces to the sun
Their energy has begun
The super solar power plant
Now receiving it’s life grant
Yes with super solar power
The humble petal flower
Doth really really know
It’s the only way to grow.
On this very sunny day
They show us the only way.
A new clear solar power
from wisdoms wealth,
Safe for ever, our children’s health.
poem by Ken e Hall
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The Quest
I sought Him on the purple seas,
I sought Him on the peaks aflame;
Amid the gloom of giant trees
And canyons lone I called His name;
The wasted ways of earth I trod:
In vain! In vain! I found not God.
I sought Him in the hives of men,
The cities grand, the hamlets gray,
The temples old beyond my ken,
The tabernacles of to-day;
All life that is, from cloud to clod
I sought. . . . Alas! I found not God.
Then after roamings far and wide,
In streets and seas and deserts wild,
I came to stand at last beside
The death-bed of my little child.
Lo! as I bent beneath the rod
I raised my eyes . . . and there was God.
poem by Robert William Service
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Two Gunslingers
Two gunslingers, walked out in the street
And one said I dont wanna fight no more
And the other gunslinger thought about it
And he said, yeah what are we fighting for?
Im t akin control of my life,
Im takin control of my life
Im takin control of my life now,
Right now, oh yeah
Well the crowd that assembled
For the gun fight were let down
Everyone hissed and booed
And a stranger told h is mrs.
Thats the last one of these gunfights
Youre ever gonna drag me to
Im takin control of my life,
Im takin control of my life
Im takin control of my life now,
Right now, oh yeah
Well the two gunslinge rs
Went ridin out of town and
Were never heard from no more
And there aint been a gun fight
For a long time, maybe never
But nobody knows for sure
Im takin control of my life,
Im takin control of my life
Im t akin control of my life now,
Right now, oh yeah
song performed by by Tom Petty
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The Buyers
Father drank himself to death,--
Quite enjoyed it.
Urged to draw a sober breath
He'd avoid it.
'Save your sympathy,' said Dad;
'Never sought it.
Hob-nail liver, gay and glad,
Sure,--I bought it.'
Uncle made a heap of dough,
Ponies playing.
'Easy come and easy go,'
Was his saying.
Though he died in poverty
Fit he thought it,
Grinning with philosophy:
'Guess I bought it.'
Auntie took the way of sin,
Seeking pleasure;
Lovers came, her heart to win,
Bringing treasure.
Sickness smote,--with lips that bled
Brave she fought it;
Smiling on her dying bed:
'Dears, I bought it.'
My decades of life are run,
Eight precisely;
Yet I've lost a lot of fun
Living wisely.
Too much piety don't pay,
Time has taught it;
Hadn't guts to go astray;
Life's a bloody bore today,--
Well, I've bought it.
poem by Robert William Service
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Intense Love
In my heart and in front of my eyes
If something or somebody lies
It is nothing but it is your fond memories
If the soul doesn't find you beside me
Then ask me what is an uneasy and jittery?
Among people how I feel lonely!
As if my life will end and meet with death
My blood starts to clot and chocks my breath
The heaven cracks and the hell starts to turn green
All hopes and dreams lost in the chaos and din
In the mind is going on a storm and lighting
As if the solar system has stopped its spinning.
Worries unsettle and tension kills me slowly
Your memories are not letting me die peacefully.
Your thought thrills me to the core very deeply
The pulse and the heart start beating quickly.
Even For a moment If I don't see you in front of my eyes
The whole body starts to shake and the soul cries
My nerve breaks and the heart starts to fret in fear
So Come close, more close so that we can smell each other.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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No Control
Stay away from the future
Back away from the light
Its all deranged - no control
Sit tight in your corner
Dont tell God your plans
Its all deranged - no control
If I could control tomorrows haze
The darkened shore wouldnt bother me
If I cant control the web we weave
My life will be lost in the fallen leaves
Every single moves uncertain
Dont tell God your plans
Its all deranged
No control
I should live my life on bended knee
If I cant control my destiny
Youve gotta have a scheme
Youve gotta have a plan
In the world of today, for tomorrows man
Stay away from the future
Dont tell God your plans
Its all deranged
No control
Forbidden words, they deafen me
In memories, Ive no control
See how a sinful man
Burns his tracks, his bloody robes
Youve gotta have a scheme
Youve gotta have a plan
In the world of today, for tomorrows man
I should live my life on bended knee
If I cant control my destiny
No control I cant believe Ive no control
Its all deranged
song performed by by David Bowie
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What It Means To Bloom
There are those who were born,
Knowing intuitively who they are.
With an attraction they could not avoid.
And eventually it became...
A life and not a decision.
And they sought to grow.
And they sought to bloom...
With a seeking to be critiqued!
And others live a life undecisive,
With the hopes that someone...
Comes and notices what it is done they do,
To encourage them with motivation...
That is accepted as constructive criticsm.
Allowing a process that becomes disciplined...
And less argumentative.
Like many who never discover what it means to bloom.
'I do what I do.
I don't need to improve.'
~Good luck.
I hope your feathers don't get too ruffled.
Or the few that are left don't get plucked.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Oil And Garlic And Peanuts
past aroma of
garlic sticking to the oil
to crunchy peanuts
on that tryst
under the acacia trees
on a line of electric lamp posts
we watch the sea
the salty winds touch our faces
we were pure
we only want some company
we had nothing to do
it was the last day
of the garlic flavored peanuts
and then we parted
we were like the winds of the sea
on a short stay
at the boulevard
cooling off some broken dreams
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Purchase Has Been Declared Effective
When anything is bought,
It is owned and not sought...
To share.
Or thought to belong to anyone else,
But the one who purchases...
Whatever it is that is there,
To use productively or left to sit.
And the controlling of it,
Has nothing to do with one's intelligence.
When anything is bought as is,
To document to transfer an ownership...
It doesn't matter who sells out,
To later mouth about it.
The purchase has been lobbied and declared effective.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What World Have I Sought In My Poems Deeper Than Me?
WHAT WORLD HAVE I SOUGHT IN MY POEMS DEEPER THAN ME?
What world have I sought in my poems deeper than me?
Beauty beyond Belief
Love’s Essence-
More music than my lines tell-
Lovely lonely life
Does not have Beauty enough
To sing the sound I sought-
More long and great
Than me
Divine Infinitely.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Man Standing In The Mirror
The smile returned upon it greeting,
The word exchanged upon it's meeting.
Spiritual gifts versus, the meeting of the minds.
Which do I try to control more?
My disposition, or another's position?
Which do I consider more?
I have the choice to choose.
Do I choose wisely?
I do not know best.
Though father does.
Yet I follow my heart,
I do not follow His teachings.
Then everything falls apart.
On the treadmill,
No closer to the destination.
'Why have you forsaken me? ' I ask.
But who made the choice?
Cheating at the game of life.
The rule book is not there to control,
But to teach me of self control.
Yet it's another's control I seek.
Constant despair.
Faith will move a mountain.
I am the mountain.
The faith moved me.
Moved me to action.
For it was very small inside.
But as I sought, I grew.
It also grew.
Others are my true reflection.
To find the reflection I seek,
I must first look inward.
To change the man that stands in front of the mirror.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Nothing Of Value
I hang up antiquated quill,
to fill taskmaster till.
All I know dearly bought,
comes to nullified nought.
No negotiable reward remains,
to sustain, ordained writings wrought.
So fruitless frustrated search,
belies, an inspired image sought.
Is nothing lasting learned,
is nothing timely taught?
Diligent inspired dutiful labour,
but wasted, wash-out thought.
Life stagnates
stupefied on,
nothing of virtuous,
virtuoso, value bought?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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As Time Starts
As time starts a river flows
As the river flows a child cries
As a child cries the tears become a river
As the river is made life starts to grow again
As time starts a tree grows
As trees grow children climb
As children climb the stars shine
As the stars shine a story begins
As time starts a child runs
As a child runs danger chases
As the danger chases death awaits
As death awaits, the death takes you
poem by Isabella Epona
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Sonnet: God Decides Our Earthly-life
I sought a dollar, got a penny just;
I sought a penny, found dollar instead;
I sought a lover, got a load of lust;
I sought but lust yet, got a soul to wed.
The things we seek, don't happen in our time;
The things we search are found neither our way;
The things we see, we cannot always mime;
The things we want, we get some other day.
Man's labour long and plans evade fruition;
God's blessings come just like a waterfall;
The ways of God defies any diction;
He cares for all creatures mighty and small.
Our patience gives us success or defeat,
A man who's blest can walk life-time bare-feet.
poem by John Celes
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Gun Control
(ian hunter)
All right
Gun control, we dont want no
Gun control, we dont want no
Gun control, we dont want no
Gun control.
Stick to your guns, boys, stick to your guns.
Well make a lot of money if we stick to the guns.
The presidents with us boys, so join in the fun.
We can make a lot of money if we stick to our guns.
Yeah
Gun control, we dont want no
Gun control, we dont want no
Gun control, we dont want no
Gun control.
Let the bullets go!
Step up the lobby, boys, down in washington.
We can make a lot of money if you stick to your guns.
Tradition is with us boys, its the constitution,
So stick to your guns, boys, the final solution.
Hey
Gun control, we dont want no
Gun control, we dont want no
Gun control, we dont want no
Gun control.
Hey, and aint it a shame we aint got a war,
Well just have to practice on the sick and the poor.
Assassinate presidents, and they aint the only ones,
We can get them all, young and old, if we stick to our guns.
So stick to your guns, boys, fight for your life.
Well all feel special on a saturday night.
Yeah!
Gun control, we dont want no
Gun control, we dont want no
Gun control, we dont want no
Gun control.
Let the bullets go.
Viva macho
Viva macho
Viva macho
Viva macho
Gun control, no, we dont want no
Gun control, no, we dont want no
Gun control, hey, I dont want no
Gun control, (Im much too busy making...)
Gun control,
Gun control, (...saturday night specials)
Gun control,
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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I Am God’s
I am on this day well and fine, for I am God’s and He is mine,
He sought me from His Throne, claiming me as His very own,
And He is my God, I truly claim, this, as I call upon His Name,
As I fellowship with my Lord, through His Spirit in one accord.
By The Lord God I was sought, and with a price I was bought,
The precious blood of Christ, God’s required matchless price,
A price that I could never pay, and so The Savior made a way,
To bring me into God’s Family, through that Cross, at Calvary.
My Heavenly Father, God now is, saved through Christ Jesus,
My Lord and God I speak of, is The Eternal Creator up above,
Not only is Christ my Creator, He, is also my Lord and Savior,
Although The Creator of the world, He is my God, I can herald.
It was God, who loved me first, a time when I was at my worst,
Never once was I seeking Him, while blinded from my dark sin,
And yet He moved on my heart, drawing my life to a new start,
Living life as a New Creation, through the God of my salvation.
God led me into a New Life, guided by my Savior Jesus Christ,
Leading me out of the dark night, into my Savior’s saving light,
To walk on God’s narrow way, with God beside me day to day,
So life this day is well and fine, for I am God’s and He is mine.
(Copyright ©09/2011)