Does The Bird Know-or Care?

I watch a bird fly by my window.
Does she know she is forty stories high?
Or does she just enjoy the sky?

For me this height is solidly earthbound.
Seated on windowed rock at balcony’s ledge.
I hear near never seen neighbor’s
cat a plaintive pleading cry.
Also earthbound gravity tamed
still caged in spacious family box.

I watch a bird fly by my window.
Does she know she is forty stories high?
Or does she just enjoy sweet scented summer sky?

Free from chess cross
checkered pavements
pounding confining cunning ways.
Rising up rushed resentful rhythm
homeless humanities

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poem by Terence George Craddock
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Eyes In The Darkness

Like mangled black stones
in this forlorn dark night
these eyes ruminated
and grinded shivering
wailing infinitesimal resonance
for the ones riveted listening
for the unchanging hymn

But reading nebulous poetries
that will remain unwritten
is a thawing soundlessness
echoing a subtle noise

Like a solitary game of chess
switching from black to white,
white to black: an ouroboros
until there is no more difference
between triumph and defeat

Because when the quintessence

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poem by Norman Santos
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Who is it?

Mirror shadows your face
Painting your lips with bloody wine
And before any goodbye be said
You softly whisper to my ear
And gone to metaphor
Who is it?
Is it me or somebody?
Who is it?
Is it the world or yourself?
You try to deceive

Jump to merciless eyes, acting like somebody
Living in the spotlight, no time for sorrow
Because they will beat you and break you
When they find your weakness

I try to confront on the backstage
But you only laugh at me
Everybody is such a fool
But prove me wrong

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poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Alternative Song For The Severd head In "The King Of The Great Clock Tower"

SADDLE and ride, I heard a man say,
Out of Ben Bulben and Knocknarea,
i{What says the Clock in the Great Clock Tower?}
All those tragic characters ride
But turn from Rosses' crawling tide,
The meet's upon the mountain-side.
i{A slow low note and an iron bell.}
What brought them there so far from their home.
Cuchulain that fought night long with the foam,
i{What says the Clock in the Great Clock Tower?}
Niamh that rode on it; lad and lass
That sat so still and played at the chess?
What but heroic wantonness?
i{A slow low note and an iron bell.}
Aleel, his Countess; Hanrahan
That seemed but a wild wenching man;
i{What says the Clock in the Great Clock Tower?}
And all alone comes riding there
The King that could make his people stare,
Because he had feathers instead of hair.

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poem by William Butler Yeats
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I Play!

Kids play
They play in every space they can find!
Innocent games!
That bring fun and pleasure to their untainted soul!
If I could retrieve my innocence!
I give my soul that which was!
These games I play!
Are they so innocent now?
The question is,
Is there innocence in the world?
We flow on denial and hope of that which is not real!
Like a game of chess!
Mixing and mingling has gone beyond that which is real!
Innocence broken down!
Am I a part of it!
Do I have a choice in everything?
That which I want is gone!
Gone with the Birds and the Queen bee!
How long can I hold on?
In denial!

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poem by Flencirose Basera
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War

Hatred is such a powerful emotion,
Three letters that create such commotion.
War is a word that bares no goals,
It shall ravage land and blacken souls...

Warriors chant their blood thirsty song,
Each side believing they're not wrong.
Instead of life they only breed death,
While innocence breathe's it's last breath...

Hero's are born yet soon they die,
Families despair and children cry.
For war is a beast that knows no rules,
It's a game that is only played by fools...

Politicians have never witnessed the blood,
Or the men that are lost in the mud.
A game of chess they seem to play,
With the life's of men in a cavalier way...

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poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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A Day Of Outrage, Operation Snatchback

OUTRAGE!!
[Brother J]
Blood to the concrete, tears to soil
And here's another word to make the other man foil
War, raised on your planet to a caveboy oppressor
Great one sends the aggressors
Thought we weren't comin but it seems you made an error
Wrench in the mill work, systematic terror has arrived
Cornered by the order
Checkmate sucker, not a move, game's over!
Clocks bending backwards, many cannot get with me
A logical man, I'm the epitome
My black folks travel hard with claws of steel
Hearts kneel to the raw that speaks the deal
Vanglorious, voice of the many
Voice of the many of the man wanna get me
It's not safari, so don't make a move
Protection is the reason it's a different groove
Sun up to sun down yo check the time
Mystic magic is more than a rhyme

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Wars Being Waged In My Head

The black death has got too me.
Shoot me full of pain killers because of such a simple gash.
Such aghast.
I think way to fast.
My decisions aren't so well thought out.
There more of a slip a tongue.
I accidentally say what should be played.
This is my life.
And its in such a disarray.
It's like a chess board with none of the pieces in there right places.
Shuffle them up.
Another hiccup, wars are being waged in my head.
Some days I want to listen to whats being said.
But alas I resist the temptation, at least till the dust settles.
The coffee in the kettle is always best served black.
Do I lack the proper tact.
Is it a wait and see game?
I wish I could forget all the names.
Whose really to blame?
I got it pushed upon me, don't you see.

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poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The Decembrist

'To this the pagan senate bears witness:
-- THESE DEEDS SHALL NEVER DIE! -- '
He lit his pipe and wrapped his cloak around
While some play chess nearby.

He traded his ambitious dream
For a godforsaken Siberian plot
And an elegant pipe at his venomous lips,
Which uttered truth in a mournful world.

When the German oaks first rustled,
Europe wept in her snare.
Black horses in quadrigae reared
on each triumphant turn.

Once, the blue punch glowed in our glasses.
With the broad noises of the samovar,
A friend from across the Rhine spoke
In muted tones -- a freedom-loving guitar.

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poem by Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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Anything My Mama Don't Like

I'm no believer
I just listen to my own head
I'm no believer
I just call you liar instead
Keep all your sorrows
Words might be pathetically vain
Life is a fire
Light it and you can read your name
I'm the king of the night generation
I'm anything my mama don't like
I'm a slave of perverted nation
Anything my mama don't like
I am a flyer
Rising in the wake of my dreams
I am a tumbler
Life can be as good as it seems
I'm a child playing chess with tomorrow
I'm anything my mama don't like
I'm a clown and I beg, steal and borrow
Anything my mama don't like

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Beg your pardon

I beg your pardon
Though it takes place seldom
I might have erred
Still your blessings need to be conferred

You are not only great
But decider of my fate
Before it is too late
Bestow me with your kindness and checkmate

I come to you when engulfed with confusion
I pray sincerely when body is deep under immersion
All my dirty ideas get washed and emerge as pure soul
I take resolve not to enter part in unholy game or commit foul

I consciously cheat self still plead for ignorance
I have no intention of looking back or have glance
I leave behind dirty tail and still seek mercy
Bow silently, offer prayers with good oratory and fluency

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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Your pardon

I beg your pardon
Though it takes place seldom
I might have erred
Still your blessings need to be conferred

You are not only great
But decider of my fate
Before it is too late
Bestow me with your kindness and checkmate

I come to you when engulfed with confusion
I pray sincerely when body is deep under immersion
All my dirty ideas get washed and emerge as pure soul
I take resolve not to enter part in unholy game or commit foul

I consciously cheat self still plead for ignorance
I have no intention of looking back or have glance
I leave behind dirty tail and still seek mercy
Bow silently, offer prayers with good oratory and fluency

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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Global News

And we are all but mindless pawns -
Now move and leave for war!
As idle progress sadly yawns
To their utter delight so far.

For didn't you know it yet?
They own us and can dictate
Whatever they want, they can get
Who cares what constitutions state?

You say we should stand and fight?
But they own and control everything!
They can even own the Bill of Rights
And they know whatever we are thinking!

These globalists have it all laid out
And their plans going well on time
Control, manipulation is what it's all about
Human elimination is no longer a crime.

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poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Games, Gambling and Wars!

Playing game as training before waging war well
Kings, soldiers and all guys spent time in Chess!

As brave soldiers going to Mahabharata war then
All witness cricket players entering the field now!
Betting on cricket players go on outside the field
While spectators encouraging players as on arena!

Betting on horses in horse race after taking loan
There is no chance of knowing victory or defeat!
When game becomes serious after defeat both
Debtors and debtees have real fight to death now!

Same thing happened in Mahabharata epic too!
After dice game opponent became ruler ordering
Slaves spend 12 yrs. in forest and 1 yr. in incognito;
Then real war between Gauravas and Pandavas
Brought Lord Krishna to make dharma settle all!

If game becomes real act universal disaster is sure!

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poem by Ramesh T A
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The narrow passage; A blue haze of cigar smoke

Here the boisterous dockers
They play cards
Billiard & Snooker
Some concentrate
The slow moves on Chess
Drink beer
Soda & Water
And blow bubble-gums.
The young Lad, An apprentice in the graving dock
Who's seated in front of a Promiscuous beautiful Lady
Half drunk it seems on a stool
Who exhibits accidentally her new pantie
While moving her skinny legs apart.
The boy's intoxicated
By inhaling the unrestricted cigar smoke
And he heard a ship's horn at the Wharf
By the time the cargo vessl cast off!
He daydreamed that he's sleeping in a luxurious cabbin
With the new panty lady
Until his drunkard Bosun Uncle

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poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Anything My Mamma Dont Like

(m - deris / kusch, l - deris)
Im no believer
I just listen to my own head
Im no believer
I just call you liar instead
Keep all your sorrows
Words might be the
Pathetically vain
Life is a fire
Light and you can read your name
Im the king of a night generation
Im anithing my
Mama dont like
Im a slave of a perveted nation
Anything my mama dont like
I am a flyer
Rising in the wake of my dreams
I am a tumbler
Life can be as good as it seems
Im a child playing chess with tomorrow

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Life In The Land Of The Dead

I live in the land of the dead.
Upon this path I have taken my walk alone.
My feet would hit the ground with hard and steady steps.
I hear cymbals crashing and the tuneful rhythm of the beating of drums.
I have lost myself along the way.
A lost and crying soul I am,
Living in a sea of shattered tranquility,
Only a shadow, I have silently slipped away through
An open crack in the back door of this place,
This place where the carpet is chartreuse and urine stained,
The stench of perspiration reeks here in this room, and
Tiled walls are sallow and filthy-
I sit upon this chair, its upholstery sadly torn,
Foam rubber poking out of every hole-
Old men, zombie like, overmedicated pace up and down the room and
A pasty –faced young woman, wrists bandaged-both of them…
I can hear the piano playing out of tune in the solarium.
My ears are crying out for some peace and some silence-
“Listen, listen, ” I whisper hoarsely – a cry for help-
I am a captive in my own world, as I

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poem by Claudia Krizay
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Disposed

Entre el amor si lo hicimos right
Was right
Por ser lo mas provocar was wrong
Was wrong
Everythings over and I feel sober
To start my life
That one step took me right there
Two intentions were not
Predisposed to our fears
Soul searching without a cause
Me hace falta este calor
Inside
Lo necesito sin tu control
Im not fine
Siento en mis venas, ninguna pena
Without a fear
That one step took me right there
Like a game of chess I carve your chest
Just dont snap back
And find a nigga with a snap neck

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Disposed

Entre el amor si lo hicimos right
Was right
Por ser lo mas provocar was wrong
Was wrong
Everythings over and I feel sober
To start my life
That one step took me right there
Two intentions were not
Predisposed to our fears
Soul searching without a cause
Me hace falta este calor
Inside
Lo necesito sin tu control
Im not fine
Siento en mis venas, ninguna pena
Without a fear
That one step took me right there
Like a game of chess I carve your chest
Just dont snap back
And find a nigga with a snap neck

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song performed by Ill NiO
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Life chess

It was like yesterday
that I saw two soldiers
play a game of chess,
both were just pawns
in the hands of an evil being.

They fell from the board
and were placed horizontal
right next to it,
as if their existence
didn’t really matter.

Their lives were wasted
and somewhere back in the states
their status changed to the departed,
before the game of war
had really started.

It was like yesterday
that I saw two soldiers die,

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poem by Gert Strydom
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