Syrinx

Pan's Syrinx was a girl indeed,
Though now she's turned into a reed;
From that dear reed Pan's pipe does come,
A pipe that strikes Apollo dumb;
Nor flute, nor lute, nor gittern can
So chant it as the pipe of Pan:
Cross-gartered swains and dairy girls,
With faces smug and round as pearls,
When Pan's shrill pipe begins to play,
With dancing wear out night and day;
The bagpipe's drone his hum lays by,
When Pan sounds up his minstrelsy;
His minstrelsy! O base! this quill,
Which at my mouth with wind I fill,
Puts me in mind, though her I miss,
That still my Syrinx' lips I kiss.

poem by John Lyly
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Back to Nature

I don't hear the bird songs anymore, above the drone of tires on pavement And the smog chokes out the summer sky hiding the nimbus' movements And barely a tree can anyone see
through the billboard lies and apartments
If it were left up to me, I'd gladly agree to a fishing hole and a pup tent
A cabin of logs and the smell of wild hog being fried on an old wood stove Drop everything I had in the street and make a beeline for the pine grove No more cubicle walls or office halls, no more computer or calculator
I'm trading it all for my log cabin walls, I'm going back to nature

poem by Byron Bozeman
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The Lost Ones

Somewhere is music from the linnets' bills,
And thro' the sunny flowers the bee-wings drone,
And white bells of convolvulus on hills
Of quiet May make silent ringing, blown
Hither and thither by the wind of showers,
And somewhere all the wandering birds have flown;
And the brown breath of Autumn chills the flowers.

But where are all the loves of long ago?
O little twilight ship blown up the tide,
Where are the faces laughing in the glow
Of morning years, the lost ones scattered wide
Give me your hand, O brother, let us go
Crying about the dark for those who died.

poem by Francis Ledwidge
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Storm Child

Catholic candles, dripping wax,
In the attic: One strong axe.
Nana Rose was very wise...
'Keep for when the waters rise! '
On a rooftop, your first breath,
Brought our city back from death.
Never once did you dare cry,
Siren screams... your lullaby.
In the streets below we saw,
Drowning ghosts of Mardi Gras.

We prayed for HELP... you just smiled...
You are the sacred Storm Child!

Christened by the August rain,
Born amidst the hurricane,
(Her name need not be spoken,
Too many hearts were broken)
Chopper rope: Hey grab ahold...
Baby girl just hours old,

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poem by ToddMichael St. Pierre
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The Pinching of Metal and the Deteriorating Immunity

This is what you suffered to fear,
The naked face of immoral reality weeding out your social dogmas,
Subliminally excreting intoxicated doctrines to rape your diluted state of being,
Polluted emotion has left me craving blood and sex,
Raw, impure, adulterated beast
Stewing morbidly under the skin
Oh how the prostituted mentalities of rodents screech in muted overtones,
God's pussified drones of a sickening nature,
I have grown to love the hatred of man's undisputed carnality
And the cold detachments of their wrathful grudges,
I am my own saviour,
Impersonal emptiness,
Hollow husk of what you consider a human man
Walking, killing, breeding,
Within the walls of immunity
As the bones of infant leeches drive me to be impaled,
The noise fades
As the vibration increases...

poem by Jack Cropes
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Mother Penchallamma

Bursting the banks of the rain-fed tanks,
the swirling flood was swelling
the river Kundu in Cuddappah,
on twenty fourth August two thousand.

Carrying her two sons on her shoulders,
Penchallamma dared to cross the river,
in chest-deep strong current
to reach safe the other side,
as her house was engulfed
to be washed away soon.
The Collector from a helicopter
lowered down a plastic bucket,
to lift her up with her children.
Alas! Her seven year old boy
while climbing up into the bucket,
slipped and slumped into the river
and was swept away before her eyes!

Controlling her shock and grief,

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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Exploitation Fix Austerity Measures

we will walk forward for a few months
more to help carry flame of humanities
need to help carry beacon light in night
dark appeal for to lost compassion souls

can we not kindle flames
hope flickering sparks
of regeneration kindness
compassion for all humanity?

waiting to share promise prosperity
or will illuminati freedom slayers
core drone clone corrupt politicians
enslave foreign domestic masses

in exploitation fix austerity measures?
observe race is on to secure rare resources
final unclaimed precious earth resources
global warming threatens sea level rises

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poem by Terence George Craddock
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You Just Cant Win

One more coffee
One more cigarette
One more morning trying to forget.
If I had the chance
To join your dance
I wouldnt like to bet,
Your game is something yet
Its a shame,
Aint natural for you,
Baby, its a sin,
You know you just cant win
When you are in.
You used to ride on buses
Take a tube to camden town.
Now you go by aeroplane
Dont let nothing bring you down.
Its a shame,
Aint natural for you,
Baby, its a sin,
Dont you know you just cant win

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song performed by Van Morrison
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American Red

We massacred red skins 
To kill red coats for freedom
To finish off the red skins
To pacify the red states
To defend against red ideas
To send us into the red
To wrestle red China
To a dead USA
Too bad we never saw all the beauty we missed
Too bad our rage never regressed
Too bad in the end we still couldn't confess
Too bad we deserve all that we gave
Too bad on our victims sways our chance to be saved
Too bad another will follow the path we paved
Too bad for us but freedom for others
New opportunities for children and mothers
The air will almost be able to breathe again
And water may turn back into our friend
Drones will still buzz for decades to follow 
But perhaps silos will finally be hollow

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poem by Tim caffery
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How to be a Good American

This snarling mass of cars go past at
Breakneck speed, each one containing
But a single harried drone, who dreams
Of home and rest, but knows that leaving
Work for suburb only means a different
Set of tasks. A brace of children wait
To go to soccer games and tap-dance
Classes. Just as well; the adage holds,
Some half-millennium away from when
Those English zealots came: in idleness,
Evil awaits, so work, so never pause for
Thought. In cash and phony Tudor
Houses is one's worth. One needn't
Read. One needn't understand a thing.
The point is to be moving always in a
Snarling mass.

poem by Lawrence Beck
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But Truth Will Not...

Space has all the silent approval,
truth will not multiply.

Another funeral takes place
in the barren field of lies.
Fire burns the life’s hopes,
while town mourns the death.
Sunshine bakes the eyes
but truth will not multiply.

Desireless peak of thoughts
sets out the smoke,
towards our homes,
trampling the shame, guilt and hurts.
We were still indulging in useless talk
but truth will not multiply.

Virtue has a unique impulse
a drone in the ears.
Fog was waiting for the sky.

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poem by Satish Verma
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Truth Will Not Multiply

Space has all the silent approval,
truth will not multiply.

Another funeral takes place
in the barren field of lies.
Fire burns the life’s hopes,
while town mourns the death.
Sunshine bakes the eyes
but truth will not multiply.

Desireless peak of thoughts
sets out the smoke,
towards our homes,
trampling the shame, guilt and hurts.
We were still indulging in useless talk
but truth will not multiply.

Virtue has a unique impulse
a drone in the ears.
Fog was waiting for the sky.

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poem by Satish Verma
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Suicide Is Forbidden By The Koran

There are war profiteers and warwagers of other faiths
who are either ignorant of the Koran or intentionally deceive...

Many of the socalled suicide missions have been acts of murder accomplished by kidnapping or by drones.

When women and men are found handcuffed to the steering wheels of cars
loaded with explosives and driven by remote by their kidnappers
into a building, these are not suicide bombers.

When Matrix and other datamining pick names from their billion
profile data bases for WTC bombing planes.. stealing the names of people in Europe
and calling them hijackers.. it is murder not done by Sauds but
by nonMuslims.

The wars in Iraq and Afghanistan are being waged for
oil theft, for control of the heroin (poppy) trade, for
geographic area control, and by professional haters.

poem by O. Anna Niemus
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Interlude

Shadows and light pervade the room. Clothes fall to the floor, cool breeze caresses skin. Fan humming its soothing distraction, cool air whispers over her as she slides between cool white sheets, aroma of lavender lulls her.

Muted sunlight, sheer pink curtains fan out in the breeze as trees softly sigh.and move in unseen currents. She tranquil, at harmony with this flawless afternoon.

The drone of a wasp the fragrance of honeysuckle and iris blend with lavender; delicate purple blooms displayed in an old Ball jar.

A murmur and a sigh floating as one with the joyful birds of spring.

poem by Carole Jensen
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Mother....

I am nothing, nothing,
And the bloom is broken.....
She has forgotten to check the locks,
And the monster is loose....

I am no more,
As he takes her with his will....
I am no more,
As my mother told me
The publisher was a lie,
An easy meal for the tiger,
The fanged stranger jumping on the shore....

Maybe it would be easier as a homosexual,
And more translucent as a nun;
The trouble-free men take her in the space
Of commercials,
Taste her like an effortless meal....

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poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Hell Joy

It seems no matter what the situations be at hand
I always try in an awkward attempt to be redeemed
Breathing life into the yet unlived
A beating heart given out to the non-existing
Pictures form grooving as they two make a move
Mind drawn concepts vaguely dreamed
Breeding creations guided by heavily detailed imagination
Asleep among the vast mounds of clouds
Overturned dreams displayed visually became reality
The beings that your seeing erupt in wake
Unscathed from the rapture we all call our conscience
Mindless drones monsters born of pure thought
Forged deep from within what we call the unknown
Free willed villains….
Beings in lack of decentsy unaware of right & wrong
Supposedly soulless is sin a haunted nightmarish vision
…..In which I only wish to put to an end…..

poem by DeWinGeD AnGelicBeinG
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It Ain't What You Do, It's What It Does To You

I have not bummed across America
with only a dollar to spare, one pair
of busted Levi's and a bowie knife.
I have lived with thieves in Manchester.

I have not padded through the Taj Mahal,
barefoot, listening to the space between
each footfall picking up and putting down
its print against the marble floor. But I

skimmed flat stones across Black Moss on a day
so still I could hear each set of ripples
as they crossed. I felt each stone's inertia
spend itself against the water; then sink.

I have not toyed with a parachute cord
while perched on the lip of a light-aircraft;
but I held the wobbly head of a boy
at the day centre, and stroked his fat hands.

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poem by Simon Armitage
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Davis Matlock

Suppose it is nothing but the hive:
That there are drones and workers
And queens, and nothing but storing honey --
(Material things as well as culture and wisdom) --
For the next generation, this generation never living,
Except as it swarms in the sun-light of youth,
Strengthening its wings on what has been gathered,
And tasting, on the way to the hive
From the clover field, the delicate spoil.
Suppose all this, and suppose the truth:
That the nature of man is greater
Than nature's need in the hive;
And you must bear the burden of life,
As well as the urge from your spirit's excess --
Well, I say to live it out like a god
Sure of immortal life, though you are in doubt,
Is the way to live it.
If that doesn't make God proud of you,
Then God is nothing but gravitation,
Or sleep is the golden goal.

poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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These All Entice Me

the sound of a bus leaving the city
the picture of a highway
and the old town far away from here
where i am seated and
not waiting for someone to love

the sound of a jet plane stabbing the
sky for an asian destination
the white beaches of Thailand
and the old temples of Myan Mar

the sound of putting off a television
that last clicking sound and then the silence of the room

all these are so enticing.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Seasons Turn

He lived summer internally.
It fed and warmed him
On the cold gray days of winter.
He turned to green the trees
That stood denuded of leaves.
Imagined the gardens bare earth
Filled with Floras beauty.
The bright paint of nature
To touch leaf and flower.
In his minds eye flighty butterflies
Spread out their jewelled wings;
Uninhibited to catch of suns warmth.
He envisaged the drowsy drone of bees
Taking pollen to deposit in their hive.
Recalled to memory the birds
Whose symphony woke him at dawn.
This sustained him as he waited
For the first finger of warmth.
And springs cavalry arrived.

poem by Paul Brookes
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