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The red-tailed hawk soars above the Mall of America, as the jumbo-jetliner glides in for a
landing nearbye. Clouds are moving in, blotting out the sunlight, as I squash plans to walk
outside in the sunshine. Bare trees, snow covered ground and I'm havin' a tuna sandwich on
whole-grain bread.The whole world seems to be bundled up in heavy winter coats, but I'm
just in my shirt-sleeves....the cold feels good on my skin, lets me know I'm alive, waiting for
the sun to come back out....but the sky only gets grayer, and my mood only gets darker,
time to go home and write this poem.....maybe I'll walk inside.....
With her eyes of brown and her Farah Fawcett hair
And that smile, that is contagious
A heart of gold, and a gentle touch
She's my fairy tale princess
diamond amongst the coal
A joy to behold, a joy to be with
She stirs my heart and pleases my eye
In fact the joy she brings is contagious
A cheeky grin a winning way
A swagger in her walk
And that laugh, that is contagious
She will always be there for the one's she loves
With a helping hand or a word of support
You just can't help but love the girl shes contagious
She's too die for, lie for, or just adore
She's contagious.
To know her is to love her, you would miss her in your day
Your eyes would miss her smile, and your soul would be sad that she's away.
So celebrate that she is contagious each and every day.
comp entry 14042016 reason 1st poem I wrote for the girlfriend on valentines day few years back
The Memories of a Dancing Peacock
( Based on a true incident captured in my Camera )
I was in a mood to sing, and
The Peacock was in a mood to dance,
My singing came, while watching the beauty and
The beauty started unfolding its wings and charms,
As if the Peacock was listening the songs,
I was singing, silently in my mind.
Oh, what a joy it was to feel and share,
Those wonderful moments
I spent with that beautiful bird,
Who kept dancing and dancing,
Till the song continued in my mind silently.
You and I may not be dancing or living forever, O, bird,
But the image, which you have engraved on my mind and
The rhythms of that joy and pleasure,
Which you have left,
Would continue to generate always,
The music of silence and beauty in every mind.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 28th December 2011
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Politicians say they made America Great again
and put us back on top where we belong
Both sides say that they are right
but both sides know that they are wrong
It’s always a one sided conversation
there’s no one up there listening to us
If their lips are moving, then they’re lying
there’s no one left that we can trust
So look deeper into our story my friends
and you will learn the faithful truth
That drugs, death and violence
are still taking away our youth
500 thousand Americans
are still living helpless on the streets
But don’t worry, politicians have the answer
they’ll just send out another vicious tweet
Abortions, pollution, over population and gun control
student debt, civil rights and gender equality
Hell, we’ve been crying about the high cost of living
since way back in 1973
Our parents are forced out of their homes
all hope of their dignity is lost
Because Social Security barely pays the bills
let alone their outrageous healthcare costs
So while the world is falling apart
what is it that our leaders do
Sit around with their heads stuck up their ass
looking for a better way to screw me and you
Because we’re just moving in a circle
and we’re getting nowhere fast
America’s running out of time
and our country cannot last
By the time our children’s children
are called upon to take the floor
They will walk in our footsteps of ignorance
because we will have taught them nothing more
don't do me a favor
by reading my rhyme
don't be insincere
when you write me a line
don't visit my writing
though I ask you why
"To repay a visit!"
now, don't make me cry!
don't come around, darling
just out of respect
I'd rather prefer
your honest neglect
don't give me a tribute
if poem's not fine
you better not say,
"Oh dear, it's divine!"
don't let your poor pity
be the reason you greet
I'd rather not see you
at our poetry meet
don't be a sweet liar
and spin a false tale
don't make me feel special
sweet talk won't prevail
don't treat me, dear poet
like all of the rest
when clearly you know
I think you're the best!
Disclaimer: This poem is a bit of exaggerated fun. The heart of the message is to be sincere in comments. To be visited because of quality of writing is so much more fulfilling that to know the visit is a return favour. I myself am guilty of that; however, if I truly feel there's nothing I can give a genuine compliment on...I read another poem by the same author hoping for understanding and opportunity for genuine praise.
Eileen Manassian
From the Desk of
Jowls Fungus ( Flutist)
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What is "Ah:ooh;ah ooh: ah-ooh-oh-oh?"
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due to the language difference
some were worried that what they
were listening to jived against what they were taught
"not knowing what is said and agreeing to it
is against all the teaching of learned people"
the euphoria is losted when the words are explained
and the rhythm lack substance when
you see how the words jive against the meaning.
One to stress the importance of understanding
might use the sound and lyrics as
a learning orped·a·gog·i·cal implement
to which purpose is to inspire without
promoting or undermining the
the writers, musicians and lyricists
intent. A song's genetics are made out
of the story behind the song.
Whether it is inspired by a poem, a song a sound
or just written to showcase an artist's talents.
One should avoid to make an artist
feel inadequate due to there success
but the success of a song has a story of it's own.
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"oh-ah-ooh wee:ah,ooh-ah ooh ah!"
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From the Book;
I l Love You to The Moon and Back
"Lush, Buoyant and Atmosphere"
Written By Jowls Fungus
Lost in Your Kiss
Let me lose myself in your kiss, sweet and burning bright,
Where time stands still and the world around becomes infinite.
In your arms I want to spin around,
Like a falling star, in your universe to be found.
Your kiss is like a summer rain,
Cool and sweet, it makes me forget all my pain.
In your eyes I see the stars shining clear,
And my heart begins to beat in their rhythm, without fear.
Let me lose myself in your kiss, passionate and intense,
Where every touch is a verse from a poem of love immense.
In your arms I want to hide away,
And feel that in this world, only we two exist, bound by destiny's sway.
Your kiss is like fireworks on New Year's night,
Brilliant and full of color, it makes me feel brand new and bright.
In your eyes I see entire galaxies unfold,
And my heart begins to dance in their rhythm, fearless and bold.
Let me lose myself in your kiss, sweet and hot,
Where every moment is a memory I want to keep, never forgot.
In your arms I want to melt away,
And feel that in this world, only we two are, united by eternal love's ray.
Building blocks for future generations
Despite discrepancies of daily needs
Understanding others situations
Sharing overcomes the power of greed
In childlike innocence there is no race
As hunger thwarts one's willingness to learn
He will not let the extra go to waste
In adolescence shows he is concerned
A simple word is so significant
Gaining knowledge at an early age
Together solving problems makes such sense
The lessons learned will last them all their days
If we could see the world through children's eyes
Simplicity is where solutions lie
an original poem by Daniel Turner
Myself
All that I am
I could dye my hair to please you
Yet I won't
A little mascara might
Make me attractive
Although the value of my gift
Cannot be measured in wrappings
I will not sing For you
But create a harmony and hope for consonance
And I will dance With you
To the melody of our song
Accept
All that I am
I could paint you as my knight in armor
But fantasies vanish with sunrise
We could play together
Yet games must end
And the unity of the game
Will dissolve
Leaving you
And me
All that we are
And acceptance of each
Written by Carolyn Devonshire
Carolyn Devonshire-Who is she?
A great author,a widower who loved her husband so much,and a daughter who loved her father just as much.She is one of my closests friends,can easily be called family...and so lucky I am to have met her.Carolyn was one of the first soupers who always left me a comment of encouragement when i first started writing here.Our friendship grew stronger through time and so our love for poetry.
Why do i love this poem so much?
This poem from Carolyn's first book 'Visions of Devonshire'definitely speaks to my soul.
The value of who we are,isn't about how we appear to be,it isn't about making ourselves perfect,nicer,It isn't about changing our identity..Its about being who we really are.
Carolyn's gift cannot be measured in wrappings'..Its her inner beauty which makes her shine.Her friendship ,love and loyalty to others is what makes her so special.
Its not all about the outer beauty of oneself,but what is on our inside which
really makes us who we are.
The knight in shining armor,the Fantasy,the dream might vanish with sunrise,
the game will end too,leaving all that was in yesterday behind,but finding who we
are once again,and accepting each other for who we were and always will be.
Thankyou Carolyn for this poem,
Your gift lies within you.. It cannot be measured in wrappings..So true!
and the biggest thankyou is sent your way today for just being you..
Dear Gwendolyn..thanks for the brilliant idea.... Big hugs... Charma
Gonna wake up
At the brink of dawn
Take a shower
Throw my blue jeans on
The little red rooster
Is my alarm
Cock-a-doodle doodling
On my farm
Gonna water
All of my crops
Especially
My barley and hops
Gonna spread out
All the bales of hay
Where the goats and the horses
And the cattle stay
In the pasture
Down by the creek
Where we went
When we wanted to sneak
A little moonshine
I stole it from my dad
The best damn moonshine
That I ever had
I'm gonna go
And see a little rodeo
Then I'm going dancing
To do the do-si-doe
Then I'll stop by
Over near the school
To jump in the river
In our swimming pool
Gonna get my little lady
A cold bottle of wine
And get myself a bottle
Of my dad's moonshine
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Gonna go give
My little lady a red rose
Wearin' my boots and plaid shirt
She'll think I'm gonna propose
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