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A Person inside the Idiot Box
A doll of mud
Halcyon smiles
Of synthetic vim,
Glacial tears
Devoid of empathy
What are you?
My jaws grind
As your voice cracked
With the lousy static
What a farce slapstick.
You are a fraud
Stealing hearts
All the hasty pounding,
All the famished breaking,
And despite of the grandeurs
Of your personal convictions
It is out shadowed
By the flashes
Of fame and puppetry
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poem by Norman Santos
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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 5. Sometimes I Hold it half a Sin
I sometimes hold it half a sin
To put in words the grief I feel;
For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.
But, for the unquiet heart and brain,
A use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise,
Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold;
But that large grief which these enfold
Is given in outline and no more.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Unforgiven Unforgotten....
she will not be talking about me
i understand
i am the unforgiven
i will be the most patient sinner
she will be the most
living memory
she is unforgotten
her hair as black as ever
no age, no time whitens it
i am getting older
and in pain
soon, i will embrace
another truth
a must
i must learn to forget
even though
perhaps i am still
unforgiven
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Path
walking the path...
uphill, downhill,
winding amid the rocks,
leaving behind
footprints in the sand
that the wind erases...
sometimes side by side,
often alone... with no map,
no compass to point the way.
it's different for each of us;
no one else can do it for us.
this journey of the spirit
discovering itself...
and that which we call 'God'.
often lonely... we fight our way
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poem by Eric Cockrell
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Beauty is for women
Flowers dress themselves in different colours
To attract bees, who are not colourful.
Flowers mind visits of bees, not their colour.
Hence women dress to get spotted.
20.09.2000, Vijayavada
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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At a War of Love
I'm at a war
A war of love
Right now I am quite confused
I don't know if it is Love love
or just that type of love you have for friends
I'm at a war
A war of Love
I think he himself is confused
He makes it even more confusing
sometimes laughing with me, sometimes smiling at me, but sometimes not even looking ant me
I'm at war
A war of Love
I think I love him but I think I love someone else too
It is hard to decide when I've know him for so long
but just met the other
I'm at war
A war of Love
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poem by Ivette Torres
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The long time support
My mother loves me more than my wife.
I love my mother more than my wife.
I have decided to lean on my wife,
A stake lasting longer than my mother.
08.04.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Will Keep You With Me Celebrated
I will keep you with me celebrated.
I prayed too long for you to appear.
Your importance to me remains attached.
Nothing I've experienced has made that so clear.
If I should be stripped of everything I have,
You'd still be in my mind...
Addressing my every need.
If others observing this thought me foolish,
It would not be them I sought to please.
Or incited my excitement,
As you do with such ease.
I will keep you with me celebrated.
I prayed too long for you to appear.
Your importance to me remains attached.
Nothing I've experienced has made that so clear.
If I should be stripped of everything I have,
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Courage!
Smile upon winning
but, smile still when you lost...
it marks true courage!
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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I have seen them on the freeway
I have seen them on the freeway
doing forty and creeping along
in brand new cars, driving BMW’s
Mercedes Benz compressors, Audi’s
in the one hundred and twenty zone.
In the fastest lane
with huge white eyes in night black skins,
stretching over female faces,
totally alone with big L-signs
on the back or back window of the car,
passing signs prohibiting doing less than sixty
and ignoring them
as if totally petrified,
shocked by the reality of driving.
poem by Gert Strydom
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