Station

What comes in my mind?
A reckless feeling, that I cannot explain.
Water rain, grey sky.
Outside the door observing eyes.

Mechanical view.
Airplanes, hotels& bridges
On the morning station.

A crowd of people
Bees in the hive
Computers talking loud
Imagine TV, books review.
It may offend you.
Did you ever kill someone?
I don't shoot for miss.

Flocks of sheep with the monitor shaper.
Silent news papers
The last carriage, is the dead one.

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poem by Luca Menin
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Optimism In Jail

my dear comrades
send me only the books which write sadness
and then end at the end happily
let the aeroplane land on the airport safely
let the doctor emerge smiling from the surgery
let the blind eyes of a blind child open and see immediately
let save the teenager from being shot
let the longing lovers meet
let us arrange a wedding and a feast
let the thirst reach the water
and the bread reach freedom and liberty
my dear comrades
send me only the books writing sadness
but at the end end with happiness
things they write and say
ı hope
will come at the last moment..at the last instant
to realness

Nazı m Hİ kMET Translation metin SAHİ n

poem by Metin Sahin
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Itch and Scratch

You’re just like an itch
that keeps coming back.
Every time I itch
I have to scratch, scratch, scratch.

Just like a train
on a railroad track
You go away today
and tomorrow come back.

Try taking an aeroplane
instead of a car,
then hop on a rocket
to a distant star.

You’re just like an itch
that keeps coming back.
Every time I itch
I have to scratch, scratch, scratch.

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poem by Orlando Belo
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The Trap

I am not well civilized, really alien here: trust me not.
I can understand the guns and the airplanes,
The other conveniences leave me cold.

'We must adjust our economics to the new abundance .
Of what? Toys: motors, music-boxes,
Paper, fine clothes, leisure, diversion.

I honestly believe (but really an alien here: trust me not)
Blind war, compared to this kind of life,
Has nobility, famine has dignity.

Be happy, adjust your economics to the new abundance;
One is neither saint nor devil, to wish
The intolerable nobler alternative.

poem by Robinson Jeffers
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The Talk Of The Street

I have seen love in your eyes –
Baby it’s so sweet!
Baby I love you is now
The talk of the street!

Baby please don’t change your mind
Feel my love’s sweet heat!
Baby please imitate my
Rhythm of heartbeat!

Baby if you are a song
You are my top hit!
Whenever you stare at me
Baby I love it!

Baby when you are with me
I feel so complete!
Will you sit with me in my
Life-airplane’s cockpit!

poem by Asif Andalib
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Heights

Harrowing heights besiege the misty mind,
A towering life is upon me and my lines of desire.
The fuel of this helicopter is my own, it is my own,
Then finally my performance is older than him.
To have been the boast to boost my soul to the next one is
Selling the mighty weapon just about to explode
Into smartly sized particles.
My ashes enable me to conduct a future of destruction,
That tower succumbed to me afterwards
Just like the mountain of trust and caves,
This cave is my grave of wonderful meaning.
This is rest for some, lawful for most
And acquired by everyone in the career of living.

poem by Naveed Akram
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As

As the blacktop blisters and crusts,
As the skyscrapers abrade the ground,
As the automobiles mold in the morning dew,
As the airplanes fold like peeled tin foil in a garbage can,
As the waters blacken and evaporate to osmose from the filth,
As the air chokes on itself to breathe,
As the plants gasp for the sun that should peak through polluted clouds,
As the animals become wide-eyed and mouthed and chested,
As the people unpopulate the crowded elevators that bring them down
Into the apartment complex of oblivion,
Will we know why?

poem by Tim Stensloff
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Bucket List (To Die A Happy Man)

I keep a list of things to do,
A simple list before I'm through
I have them numbered on both hands
To die a happy man

Sail down the Nile on a barge
Free fall for a mile from the stars
Parachute from an aeroplane
Have coffee with an honest man

Oh, to die a happy man

See Antarctica in spring
Gain the trust of a beautiful woman
Walk the dark side of the moon
Meet a legend of music, craft out a tune

Oh, to die a happy man

Buy a comfortable pair of shoes

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poem by Colin Coplin
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The Jumper

He swayed on top of the tall tower
and braved a cold Chicago shower.
His bank accounts were in arrears
the biggest sum was owed to Sears.

So, fittingly, he'd wisely chosen
Sears Tower, now he was half frozen.
And, as he tried to catch the mood
he smelled a whiff of Polish food.

It had arisen from the city,
and what a godforsaken pity!
Could he not go and have a last
hot sausage? It would be a blast.

A helicopter now was drifting
across the windy city's shifting
and pregnant clouds, it hovered loudly.
So, he decided, he would, proudly,
head down below to get a taste.

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poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Perrier Blues

Perrier blues
By: jimmy buffett
1978
-- spoken:
This is a brand new song wed like to do for you now. and, I wrote this
Song sittin sandin the ol main mast sittin in the hurricane hole, in
Nassau, bahamas. about to throw up and the only thing that could get me
Through was a bottle of perrier and a jackson browne album. so, this is
Called perrier blues.
Ridin high atop the main mast
Harbor stretched out below
All day Ive been feelin kind of half-assed
So I asked the boy to lower me slow
Lower me slow
Sat down and drank me some perrier
Watched the seaplane disappear out of sight
Confused in my head well I jumped back in bed
Wondering whos at the fronton tonight
Shinin bright
I know the night and I miss it

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song performed by Jimmy Buffett
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Just another flight

At the wind blown, dusty
and cold De Brug that is full of tents
we get into lorries
and at Bloemspruit air force base
near to Bloemfontein
airborne soldiers armed and equipped
at sixteen hundred hours
get onto aircraft

and the Hercules is hardly in the air
(like it is with soldiers
most start sleeping)
as if this thirteen hundred kilometres
is just another flight
to Grootfontein air force base

and I see the sun setting
stars moving past in the sky
and the big yellow moon
while we cross the airspace

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poem by Gert Strydom
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No Qualifications

Now he wanted to fly all those big aeroplanes
Trans-continental and back home again
But his brain, it was grounded
His head could not cope
No qualifications, no reasons for hope
They told him the right way to fasten his tie
Beat him for laughing and never said why
They left his for dead when the results came through
And still never asked what he wanted to do
No qualifications so late in the day
Weve screwed you up, well, now you make your own way
Now to label your trousers and label your shoes
If you dont wear nothing then label that too
No qualifications, you are the time born
If you wanna succeed you better get some qualifications
So late in the day
Weve screwed you up, well, now you make your own way

song performed by Chris Rea
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What They Were Never Meant To Explore

I have chances to believe
While my dog drinks his fill of water, and my muse
Is in another house,
Around her, her children as if at a fair-
In the theatre of her television, her favorite telenovela;
And her umbilical hernia mending,
So in a week or more we might make love again,
While the airplanes keep on roaring,
Roaring: going straight at it,
Reaching their destinations skipped across the seas-
The mermaids in their grottos, the gods at their
Ease,
And never a single creature here on the earth ever missing
What they were never meant to explore.

poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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We Give What We Have

Once a lazy drone
asked a wild flower
how it doles out
nectar to all...
foes or friends.

It tried to chide
the meek flower
in degrading tone
and bragged about
the feats of his own-

Regardless, who grabs,
a fallen wretch or a king
I spare not anyone but
give a venomous sting

Then calmly replied
the generous flower:
Friend! You are right!

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poem by Madhav Sarkunde
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We Give What We Have...

Once a lazy drone
asked a wild flower
how it doles out
nectar to all...
foes or friends.

It tried to chide
the meek flower
in degrading tone
and bragged about
the feats of his own-

Regardless, who grabs,
a fallen wretch or a king
I spare not anyone but
give a venomous sting

Then calmly replied
the generous flower:
Friend! You are right!

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poem by Madhav Sarkunde
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The Great Sunset

A flight of six heavy-motored bombing-planes
Went over the beautiful inhuman ridges a straight course northward;
the incident stuck itself in my memory
More than a flight of band-tail pigeons might have done
Because those wings of man and potential war seemed really intrusive
above the remote canyon.
They changed it; I cannot say they profaned it, but the memory
All day remained like a false note in familiar music, and suggested
no doubt
The counter-fantasy that came to my eyes in the evening, on the
ocean cliff.

I came from the canyon twilight
Exactly at sunset to the open shore, and felt like a sudden extension
of consciousness the wild free light
And biting north-wind. The cloud-sky had lifted from the western
horizon and left a long yellow panel
Between the slate-edge ocean and the eyelid cloud; the smoky
ball of the sun rolled on the sea-line
And formless bits of vapor flew across, but when the sun was

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poem by Robinson Jeffers
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A Drowsy Afternoon

Mellow meadows, shimmering in summers heat,
dipping down the valley,
rolling down the steep
hillside.
What a delightful and pleasurable treat,
to sit and ponder,
and wander,
your feet deep amongst the wild flowers,
where drones the sweet bees,
collecting nectar, an endless toil,
as they leap from bloom to bloom.
Then with collecting complete
return home,
bodies heavy but content.
And eyes sweep the distant scene,
through a haze of wheat.
A drowsy afternoon,
renewing memories to keep,
and maybe too,
some fresh memories to greet.

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poem by Ernestine Northover
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Why they take to their heels?

Two young men were on a flying bike,
took an abrupt turn to the right
and lost some of their limbs
dashing against a turning bus to the left.
The driver and the conductor got down
and ran off with all their might.
A passenger, being social, cried:
“ How can I reach my place?
I will torch the bus”
All the passengers stared at him in mute.

A gang of AIDS –borrowers
darted into a crowded bus
and looked daggers at all,
with scaring syringes manned by HIV.
Fear lent all the passengers wings
leaving alone the poor bus-crew
to beg the deadly traders
with looks so alrming!
'HIV can't be drizzled by injection'

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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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To My Toys!

Those little sorrows and fears of childhood
those little joys...
all the fetching smiles and tears
all the little toys...
Where have they gone?
where are they now?
those naughty pranks and games and song
are nowhere found.
My heart is bound to have them all.
My doll Aleena used to sing a lovely song
'Happy children! sing you now...'
My heart screams:
O, busy Life!
where have you lost my pretty doll
with hazel eyes and silky golden ponytails?
you have devoured my aeroplane,
my dog, my train, my lovely teddy bears...
for them I used to laugh, for them
I used to shed my tears
I love recalling carefree days,

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poem by Shahzia Batool
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Paper Heaven

Trying to break into Hollywood underneath
A vaudevillian sky:
All of the billboards are answering the cool shadows
Of housewives
Which roll off of their shoulders like cotton candy
Or angora sweaters:
And she still goes to work with my cousin:
She still gets up in the morning to
Paint those signs of blue berries and Indian
Corn:
But we don’t make love anymore: I just masturbate
And lie on the carpet with my dog
And look up into the ceiling fans and into that
Paper heaven where the airplanes of
My miss calibrated soul keep turning around and
Around.

poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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