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Tragedy


The field is wet with sunshine,
Ripe grasses green and high;
With a reaper in the meadow,
And a bird flies in the sky.

There's a nest with little babies,
With three beaks opened wide;
A reaper's in the meadow,
And a song hangs in the sky.

The meadow's ripe with summer,
And a tragedy passes by;
With a scythe in the meadow,
And a song up in the sky.


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A Lament

Your cold lips,
Your frozen Figure...a sad emotion you expelled.
I touch your shape, trembling at the source.
Modeling away to my cheeks.
At sunrise we slept,
At midnight we loved.
The stars and the clouds draw us layouts of dreams,
an enchantment,
our elixir of love.
Hands slept in our grave, a singing hymn.
We drank each other's memories.
We danced until the moon was put to sleep.
Covered ourselves with petals of Rose, 
Bare to the despair, the sun presented.
Decaying, and never growing old.
We fulfill these lavender caresses everyday.
Immortals, will will always love.
We will always be together...
Lovers in time.
Vampires in a dream,
A reality to me coming true.


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Everyday Regrets

        Every Everyday I feel the same old mistakes brushing up my leg and heading 
striaght for my heart. Trying make me sting... stupid memories, I can't shake them away 
and they just make me feel everyday regrets. I knew you were leaving, I could feel it 
inside. Yet it seemed like life just kept moving on... it never let me stop for a minute 
to see how you were doing and I blame myself for not saying good bye. Sometimes I cry 
when I think about you... sometimes I wonder why I didn't just go see you. One more 
mistake and my heart keeps on aching. I'm not ready for this but even so it kills me. 
Everyday regrets about the times i'll never forget and the things I never got to say. I 
know your looking down on me trying to console me but in my mind everything went wrong 
and I wasn't even there... you just passed right along and I couldn't even hold your 
hand. I wanted to be there... I had grown up a lot since this ever ending roller coaster 
ride and just as I was getting off the dizziness still hadn't worn off. You were taking 
away in the middle of the night... I wasn't even there and that makes me sad. I didn't 
hear you voice... I didn't show any remorse and it hurts me deep inside that I will never 
see your heart beat again or see you talk to me like you used to do. Everyday Regrets and 
I keep on blaming myself in a story that just won't ever end and will continue until I 
see your face again. I won't forget, I will remember... I disappointed you and that's all 
I can say for now goodbye is hardly the words I ever wanted to say. But now your gone and 
i'm living with everyday regrets.


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Passing

To see her blog, adorned with pastel tones
Widens the gap that pervades my bones
For now we eat her passing meal of plain white rice
Leaving us all alone, without much needed fashion advice

The red light district has lost an inductee
For I would have love to be involved in her naked party
Yet for now we must all be content 
With the debauched path she hath went.

Sadness invades a binary world
Where tweeters and bloggers hearts have curled
Bringing back memories of Madonna’s ‘Like A Virgin’
Her fashion advice precise like a mastoplexic surgeon

I remember the fervour when you were followed by Kath Kidston
A similar experience when I had my first Jar of Branston
Yet when you found out the intensity with which I was following you
You wanted to change species and become a Gnu

You learnt to accept my frequent outpourings of love
When you finally spoke to me, I felt as free as a pure white dove
But upon your departure I feel pathetic and hollowed
The best I can hope for is the number of one of the hot bloggers you followed

She was always my muse, my intimate inspiration
No-one can cause such an outpouring of personal perspiration
My heart now yearns to see her type a special tweet
One that would make Mr Sexton act like a dog on heat

Now the world mourns the passing of Lily Fulvio-Mason
I can still see her face reflected in my wash basin
With every heart beat, every full blooded pulse
My sadness streaked blood makes my body convulse

But now it’s time to go, my heart says goodbye
The pain eats my nipples like the Syrphid Fly
I can finally see your body laid in an eternal rest
And now I can now finally uncover your breast.


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The Way It Was

The song starts to play and I start to cry
How can so much hurt come from a song like that?
Once upon a time it used to bring me happiness and laughs
Now all it brings me is sorrow
You were my world and the song was ours
Now you're gone leaving me with nothing but a broken heart
It isn't easy to forget about everything
That song meant so much to me and now it's all been taken away
I had a dream that the song was going to bring us together again
But now, I don't want to listen to the song anymore
The song is a constant reminder of our tragedy and it will always hurt
I've tried to forget but nothing seems to work
I'll listen to that song a million times more
Until the day we are reunited, together forever


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The Lament For an Angel

All in one faded-black day (but let None forget) In my arms, her body lay (my life was the price to pay) A tragedy, through the lack of humanly shame (do they know pain) My darkly colleen has to suffer no more (Robert nor do you) Let me die (please hear my haunted cries) If I can not see Sophie tonight (live on with my grey) I'm just a mess of despairing words And broken nerves Another mourning, afflicted sight (through decay, love can remain) Solace, sympathy are just more lies She is all I need Until you decide she is just another sadist's toy My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away (My body is amortal, die I may, Together, our hearts will forever stay)


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my song is gone

my song is gone
my lips cannot speak
my tongue’s tied
my head’s turn’d bald o’er-night
my people what do you say?
death’s cruel!
death’s a grinding machine
show me the house 
that receives her blow
& stands firm!



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My First Grief

In my cradle,
My tiny body was cradled
In my mothers arms.
My gem among gems,
I remember when I cried
You comforted me with 
your soothing words.
Your re-assuring hands
Secured me till Death's 
Cold hands snatched you 
From me,a sucker I was
That needed you most.
Adieu! Sweet mum till 
We cross paths again!







Written by:
Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu


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Sing a song of TajMahal

Sing a song of Taj Mahal
A landmark of lovers
And a lover's edifice
With medieval bowers
Tis a mecca for tourists
Tis sensational, tis exceptional, 
tis truly a touristy place

Watch the shine and shimmer 
of its magnificent marbled 
dome
By the glimmer of moonlight 
or sunlight, it's imperial chrome

So it's ironical then
that though Indian I am
I haven't yet been to this 
touristy place

It is truly as they must say, a 
lover's shrine
A place where hearts tend to 
incline
They find it steamy
I find it dreamy
Oh I've to see for myself this 
touristy place.

Each of the marbled minarets
conceal some romantic secrets
For lovers to silently explore
To admire and to adore
A place few lovers could ignore
Ah, you've got to visit this 
touristy place

Two famed lovers lie in the 
legendary vault below
and the stream too has a 
romantic flow
A lover's haven, a paradise on 
earth
Even dead passions there 
undergo a new rebirth
Ah rekindle my love in this 
touristy place!

Extol I may this awesome 
imposing edifice
A greed for pure love is 
perhaps better than avarice

So sing a song of Taj Mahal
A nice nazm or a great ghazal
So forever we have this 
monumental 
grace
Ah take me my love to this 
touristy place!


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november song

November Song 

No suitor knocks on her door
her hair is white and uncombed 
children think she is witch.

Once she had been the belle of
the royal ball, spurned lovers
in her perfumed air.

Old age came creeping, first 
slowly than rapidly… and know
she is quite forgotten.  


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Team USA

Team USA, can you see the Gold medal shining bright?
As your shots go on goal, and, team Finland is sent fleeing.
And, together as a team, you will win this perilous fight.
As all the parts fall into place, at the medal ceremony, our flag will be streaming!
With Rafalski's red glare, and, Miller stopping shots in the air...
They gave proof on this night, that, in the gold medal game, team USA WILL BE THERE!
Team USA, can you see the Gold medal you will wave?
So, bring gold where it belongs, in the land of the free, and, the home of the brave! 


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Who will dry my tears

WHO WILL DRY MY TEARS

I.
Farewell to the father,
Rolling up our long days dream,
This is the road u always pass through in April,
Thou has ever, always returning successfully,
Out looking for those greener pastures,
Thy abundant descendant to feed,
Will that be a crash cruise?
What has happened to thy spinal cord?

II.
Cry not but my lingering tears drops,
Like a water fall,
Is this the end of the road?
The road thou promise to take me,
Sticking to your song of praise for hope,
Pouring praises to His foot in your state,
To have your soul & thy faith like a rock,
Until the third survival of night fall,
I stood head up to watch his majestic exit,
Oh death has caused me greater harm,
It has broken the branch on which I perch.

III.
Thou have posed thy duty for me,
This song we sang to pass over our sorrowful joy,
To thou, I swear I be no prodigal,
As the has chosen to make merry,
Of thy sweat in grave,
My quest for knowledge lying in waste,
Who will send me to the fountain of knowledge?
As thou promise me of this,
This cross, I will carry for you,
Who will dry my tears?
As death as hindered your journey.
Weep not, rest and sleep,
Till His second arrival,
And there with Him we will live forever,
And death will part us no more.


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NIGERIANS SONG

When are we going to die?
Would they kill us?
How would they kill us?
Who will kill us?
When would they eventually kill us?
Terrorist leave us alone
Let us be in peace And harmony.
First, it was the militant, then the bakassi and
now the Boko Harem.
We all need peace and harmony to live.
These are compound complex problems 
Hang in the air in the country.
When shall we be free from death by the terrorist?


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Poem Written at the Sussex Hotel, London,04/04/04 After Death Threats

Because I have so little time, I only hope, for what is mine-- in my blood so dark and hot is a bright and fevered spot-- O let me be, to sing again without the penalty of pain, lest I, before my time, be torn from life, and to the grave be borne-- my nostrils full of soil, my ears stopp'd by grave and ritual tears-- O let me be, lest they will tread --my children-- on their mother's head before my song for them is done, before my course on earth is run, before they learn the song I sing: that love can conquer everything.
this poem is written in the shape of a funereal urn


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Elegy for Heidi

Elegy for Heidi 
            I
The clock ticks away.
But there is no layer of time 
and no decision to make. 
            II
I have been jaywalking 
on the edge of the roof
for the last few weekends;

down below the grass looks
already dark, depressed,
as if death has made it.

then a bird, a simple 
blackbird sits on the bough.
It cries out and a hand

rises from the green earth
like a bride waking from
her bridal night, gleaming.

I know, I know, I know, 
we are all life’s disciples.
             III
“Come on, wake up!”
“My God, you are from East.
It is
Still night here.” She said.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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Requiem For the Absolute

Take the sun away, and find me in a new day
The laws of this land are so hard to obey
You've showed me the way where we must all g
oTaken from me this beautiful sanctuary
Required till this day was your frozen soul
 
Blessed art thee for you have conquered 
So gently you unwrapped my hopes and dreams
Lost and numb my heart beckons for the day
 
Relinquish these hands searching for my soul
Find a way to make me through this day
Requiem for the absolute- a prayer that cannot wait
Requiem for the absolute-I'll wait till the hymns be said
Requiem for the absolute- the dream that will not end
 
Barriers that create I create-- her suffering the cause of pain
While you sang to me about the dead star so innocently
So I came to thee while your eyes were glistening ever so sweetly
Inspired by thee I can't wait to see the day (the day)
when I have got you in my grave 
 
Relinquish these hands searching for my soul
Find a way to make me through this day
Requiem for the absolute- a prayer that cannot wait
Requiem for the absolute-I'll wait till the hymns be said
Requiem for the absolute- the dream that will not end
 
Relinquish these hands searching for my soul
Find a way to make me through this day
Requiem for the absolute- a prayer that cannot wait
Requiem for the absolute-I'll wait till the hymns be said
Requiem for the absolute- the dream that will not end


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Marie III--Is the Coffin Too Deep

So frigid was her immaculate body Her last second in screams is all I can see Love's revenge was my guilt With you I'd rather let you die with Bound hands Without you, Marie, like the psychopath's dream Death is all that I can see; All that could redeem Did anyone ask Did anyone recall The sweet taste of the poison The swift slash of the knife he penetration of the lead The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Was it so hard to solve Was it so hard to see That I strangled her so easily My nails piercing her comely skin Blood dripping like the pomegranate I crushed with the shovel I shattered her shins The knife to slight her wrists Didn't you see I did it all The only witness Couldn't say Is the coffin too deep? The pain of her decaying hear tI can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Marie I cant stay Earth is to cruel when your coffin is to deep Forever in death and in death alone The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep?


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Tribute to John Denver

“I am a song that needs to be sung.”
Words by John Denver inscribed in Aspen.
While walking the path alongside the Rio Grande
A circle of stones in memory of John Denver does stand.

Inscribed on the rocks are the words of his songs.
They moved me deeply as I strolled along.
Realizing that I was in Aspen because I did spy
A tribute to John Denver’s Rocky Mountain High.

It sparked a desire to experience Aspen for myself.
Now here I am encircled with John Denver’s wealth.
I wasn’t a huge fan, but I did enjoy his songs.
His words stand tall beyond being written in stone.

I moved along the trail into an evergreen forest
Dwarfed by the pines as the river flows toward us.
Emotional connectivity with Aspen’s sheer mountain beauty.
Sitting on a rock in the river my only duty.

Feeling inspired to move again on the trail
An energy spoke to me; no words were entailed.
You are a song that needs to be sung
You are a bell that needs to be rung.

You are the newness of fresh mountain air
You are the energy of spring’s budding stare.
You are the eagle resting in its high nest
Ready to soar through the sky when the time is best.

You are the Rocky Mountain High
Colorado is the place for you to sigh.
Heave out the energy that is stored within
Sing your own song with a loving spin.

In gratitude I salute John Denver’s soul.
In the beauty of the Rockies, he continues his role.
Inspiring people to greater heights through his words.
Thank you, John Denver, for my heartfire heard.




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Im So Tired With Me Now(Make Myself Sick)

	

Current mood: distraught
Category: Life

If i could just project my voice into the ears of those i love
I would take the world into my words and let them hear what my heart sings
it sings of joy and the past time with them,oh so it longs and holds on to that year
but im afraid if i let go now would they feel my heart as it heals and as I
Drop to the floor

I wonder if i shouldve stopped my heart before it fails to bleed
if i died unsuspectively what would my life mean
well dear wonders of this world look at what Beauty Ive Become
Now Watch me Lay out on the street

Take my wings
I dont need them because Angels only kill themselves in dreams
Its just as if heaven was inside my Veins So
Let me bless You know let me Bless these grounds

Let me spill onto the pavement so cold and Shameless im lost
but none of my friends can see this,are they blinded by my Mask
in which i always wear but if i offend you im sorry i swear
Im sorry that im dead

Make this your only comfort to see me lying there in that box soundly asleep
dont even bother trying to wake me,dont call my name
cause my heart feels no remorse or shame for what happened to me
I told you all that i was sick,but did you bother to listen to me


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Gates Of God's Decision

One Hour into school and im hearing news but not believing
what they say,it comes again
in the form of wicked sadness destroying seamen rank by rank
adn my tears fall inside like flanks,in my shaking head
I hold this in mind
and let truth behold all i might not see and death brings me closer to the seams
of life and im so afraid
im a coward of time and i've got so many cards I dealt 
but the ace is hidden by my side
and lastnight it was Sunday May 5th 2008
and somehow we they got there late
I just know it was'nt your time but we all will be fine 
you will be missed and we'll remember this time when we had to say goodbye
and our tears flow like new life
and at the drop of a hat,
a mother lost a daughter,father lost a girl,we lost an angel 
and God gained your grace students lost a hero,I know im way past my limit 
so why do I write still,but i know somehow i'll prove you're living in our brain
Mrs.Gates we miss you dearly as you glowed with day 
and will always be remembered not erased

 "This Poem/Song is dedicated to the Family,Friends,Students and staff who 
were touched by this Angel's Grace,R.I.P. Mrs.Gates"


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HER ELEGY

“Innocent  Syphilus?
He is debaucherous!”
Exploded his wife
In dismal grief!!

Avidly lecherous
Became cunning and treacherous
His lascivious play
Was his plaintive lay!

His ‘unusual canker’
Was in fact a genital chancre,
The randy Syphilus
Had contracted syphilis!

The acne on his face
Brought him disgrace
For it extended  beyond the chin
And all over the skin.

Because of the sins of Syphilus
The mirth from her life vanished!
Tell me, tell me O Jesus!
Why was she atrociously punished?   



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Micheal Jackson Has Died

How tragic to hear that,
Micheal Jackson has died
Although, to make some
sense of it, We tried
In between All the tears,
We cried
Over, Our long-time emblem
of pride
Whose death stood to be a
massive, CAREER suicide
For We, from the Reality of
his ending genius, could Not
hide
But, We thank him, for the
interesting journey of a ride


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Long Live The King

(In memory of Micheal Jackson)

Long Live The King
For joy, he did bring
Since he was a Pretty, Young Thing
When he would dance and sing
Moving like a Puppet on a string
May We to his Memory, forever, cling
Inspite of how his dying does sting
LET FREEDOM RING!!!!


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Angel On The Moon

(In memory of the late Phyllis Hyman)

Dear Angel,
On the Moon
Come back to
see Us, real soon
For We miss your
harmonious tune
Long to fall for you
like a drifting balloon
Hang onto your Melody
as a lovesick buffoon
By storm, did you take
Us, just like a typhoon
Dropping lyrics that were
Powerful, as a tycoon
So, entertain Us, why don't
you, as would a cartoon
And, start Spreading your
Wings to leave the Cocoon


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King Of Pop

(In memory of Micheal Jackson)

An icon he was, Our king of
Pop
Rising during the Eighties, to
the Very top
Making himself out to be, the 
cream of the crop
Carrying on for his Public, as
if he couldn't stop
Like, he for Our undivided at-
tention, wished to shop
Only to leave Us, at age 50,
causing for Our hearts to drop


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Earth Song

(In memory of Micheal Jackson)

Much too Our regret, is the
king of Pop, gone
So, what will We now, hang
Our future on
After he kept Us going, until
the break of dawn
This Musical Icon, to which, We
held a Special bond
If only, We could bring him back
with a magic wand
Not that We can't bask in his Youth-
fulness, as if from a pond


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You Weren't There..

Though you may be sad loosing a loved one..
You weren't there When God lost his only son..

You may think you have many a debtor...
You weren't there when Jesus was betrayed with thirty pieces of silver...

Though you may be weary and laden with despair..
You didn't witness when they tormented him and didn't care...

Although you may be in agony and immense pain..
You weren't there when the Lamb was fatally slain.

You may think that you cannot carry on and life is grim..
You weren't there when they mocked and spit on him..

Although you may have too many worries at hand..
Look down, you weren't there when they put nails in CHRIST'S bleeding hands.

Although you think you have been badly scorned...
You weren't there when they forced on his head, a crown of thorns..

Though you may feel that everything in your life is going wayside.
You weren't there to feel the sword that pierced HIS bleeding side.

Though you may think that you really don't want to live.
Christ loved us enough to die on the cross, and he will forgive.


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My Rapture

In this end, 
I give you my suffering 
My finale in life, shall it come
And I shall miss this suffering
Death, my comfort in songs
For I do not wish to go now

In this empty space
After me, 
Here and there you chase
Shadows they blossum
No fear upon me expressions de facial
Of coarse it's a due date
Love, 
A sudden divorce, pursued by fate
My enemies
Those whom have wronged me
Forever,
The promise of this song may be
Because of you
My flesh shall never greet peace  
Doomed, my purgatory
Yet these flames may never deplete my feet
Apologies 
Shall not be accepted 
Your sympathy
I saw it, I stepped on it, I left it
Do not expect thee to beg thy mercy of leave
For misery has sheltered my wounds at this lovely feast


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Beneath Your Feet

Bury me 
A bit further over the hills
I ask you to carry me
Bury me
Never shall we perish
Together we 
So please bury me
Misery indeed
Onward, no boundaries 
The sin that I lead
I shall ask no more
Bury me 
Just past those hills 
I will have you carry me 
As those whom tear for me, will
Bury me 


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The Sax's Sad Song

Regretfully, this is a true story;

Saturday- time for band rehearsal,
It's work we normally love to do,
But today was very different,
As I shall now tell you...

My sax player, Skip, always
picks me up in early morn,
For our two hour trip,
to Brooklyn, where we rehearse
in a studio, as is our norm...

He mentioned on the drive in,
He had something to tell us,
My curiosity was peaked,
But he said he'd tell us later,
so wait was what we must,

He played his sax today,
with passion as I'd never heard before,
It was quite impressive,
but what did he have in store?

At last, he finally told us,
and it broke each of our hearts,
His mother he had buried
the day before,
And from this world she now departs..

But, how this came to be,
Was truely shocking to me,
For she hung herself in despair
Over things of little care...

His sister found he so,
I can't imagine what a
shocking blow...

Being Jewish, she was buried
fast,
And I hardly could comprehend 
how long that hurt would last,

At my suggestion, we played
a song, she had taught him long ago, 
The same song my father taught me,
and one we played sweet and low,
"Saint James Infirmary" is the title,
And death is the portrait it paints,
I only trust in God, she now resides
with the Saints.