U Can Call

2Pac:
Dear baby you the picture of perfection
Straight from your million dollar smile
to my attraction to your complexion
No hesitation needed; you got me
inhalin the aroma of your perfume, and feelin heated
I move closer to drop the lines of my introduction
Hold out my hand, and grab yo' hand, now we touchin
My lyrics are poetry
So baby get a ticket to go with me
Thugged out so you notice me
It's a positive attraction; see pictures of us
layin butt-naked on the beach kickin back relaxin
And only you can calm, the savage beast
Look in my eyes are you surprised, that it's me?
I wanna make you mine
I'm kissin on you tryin to make it different every time (that's right)
I'm so lonely in my bedroom, lookin at the walls
Withcha number in my hand, wonderin should I even call her tonight
Jazze Pha:

[...] Read more

song performed by 2 Pac
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Double Full Moons In The Thermal Panes Across The Street

Double full moons in the thermal panes across the street,
elaborate fractals of disproportionate replicates
in a seasick multiverse warped by the aging ripples of the glass.
I see Li Po drowning in all of them trying to embrace
the euphemistic screening myth of his suicide. I don't think
a lotus bloomed where he died, but Jesus has a star
where he was born, so let's put one there anyway
for a man who sang and drank and chanced his path
through life because no one offered him a job as a bureaucrat.
I love the double entendres of the unadorned.
How the waterlilies land like migrating swans
in the wetlands of the windows, and don't expect to drown
like Narcissus in the mirrors of their own reflections.
But then I'm not in the habit of looking at things
like the emergency mentor of telescopes that suffer
nervous breakdowns looking for their third eye among the stars
as if it were interred in neuronic masses of black matter
and you could uproot it like a grail quest for ginseng
in the deep woods of Lanark County if you know where to look.

[...] Read more

poem by Patrick White
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Balkan Nightmares

The ghosts of history haunt the Balkans.
Ancient passions, unbending hatreds
turmoil the region.
Painful tragedies of the past
are recycled by memories.
Permanent hostage of bound
and determined remembrance,
Race, religion and poverty clash
in violent convulsions.

Ethnic warfare and ruthless fright
sweep across nations,
fuelled by explosions of grief, revenge
and fear.
They are immersed in horror,
terror, chaos and bloodshed,
the sufferings of children,
the sorrows of fathers,
and the agonies of widows.

[...] Read more

poem by Paul Hartal
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

I Dont Want To Be Here

I drank a rainbow but I could not get me drunk
All I could get me was blue,
Red round the eyes where I cried bout how green Id been
Regarding you
And all the works you do
I took a jet plane but I could not get me gone
All I could get me was here,
Stuck in the dirt ankle deep, riches crashing in our atmosphere
No parachute hangs near
And I dont want to find myself this way again
I dont want to pick the thorny rose
I dont want to let love spoil the day again
But it may again, who knows
I dont wanna be here
I smoked a forest but I could not get me lost
All I could get me was found
Gretel skips home and I rode on my hands and knees upon the ground
Our candy house melts down
And I dont want to find myself this way again
I dont want to pick the thorny rose

[...] Read more

song performed by Xtc
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

I Dont Want To Be Here

I drank a rainbow but I could not get me drunk
All I could get me was blue,
Red round the eyes where I cried bout how green Id been
Regarding you
And all the works you do
I took a jet plane but I could not get me gone
All I could get me was here,
Stuck in the dirt ankle deep, riches crashing in our atmosphere
No parachute hangs near
And I dont want to find myself this way again
I dont want to pick the thorny rose
I dont want to let love spoil the day again
But it may again, who knows
I dont wanna be here
I smoked a forest but I could not get me lost
All I could get me was found
Gretel skips home and I rode on my hands and knees upon the ground
Our candy house melts down
And I dont want to find myself this way again
I dont want to pick the thorny rose

[...] Read more

song performed by Xtc
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Robert of Lincoln

Merrily swinging on brier and weed,
Near to the nest of his little dame,
Over the mountain-side or mead,
Robert of Lincoln is telling his name.
Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,
Spink, spank, spink,
Snug and safe is this nest of ours,
Hidden among the summer flowers.
Chee, chee, chee.

Robert of Lincoln is gayly dressed,
Wearing a bright, black wedding-coat;
White are his shoulders, and white his crest,
Hear him call in his merry note,
Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,
Spink, spank, spink,
Look what a nice, new coat is mine;
Sure there was never a bird so fine.
Chee, chee, chee.

[...] Read more

poem by William Cullen Bryant
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Ballad on the American War

When Guilford good our pilot stood
An' did our hellim thraw, man,
Ae night, at tea, began a plea,
Within America, man:
Then up they gat the maskin-pat,
And in the sea did jaw, man;
An' did nae less, in full congress,
Than quite refuse our law, man.

Then thro' the lakes Montgomery takes,
I wat he was na slaw, man;
Down Lowrie's Burn he took a turn,
And Carleton did ca', man:
But yet, whatreck, he, at Quebec,
Montgomery-like did fa', man,
Wi' sword in hand, before his band,
Amang his en'mies a', man.

Poor Tammy Gage within a cage
Was kept at Boston-ha', man;

[...] Read more

poem by Robert Burns (1784)
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Elegy With A Chimneysweep Falling Inside It

Those twenty-six letters filling the blackboard
Compose the dark, compose
The illiterate summer sky & its stars as they appear

One by one, above the schoolyard.

If the soul had a written history, nothing would have happened:
A bird would still be riding the back of a horse,

And the horse would go on grazing in a field, & the gleaners,

At one with the land, the wind, the sun examining
Their faces, would go on working,

Each moment forgotten in the swipe of a scythe.

But the walls of the labyrinth have already acquired
Their rose tint from the blood of slaves

[...] Read more

poem by Larry Levis
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

You and You

TO THE AMERICAN PRIVATE IN THE GREAT WAR

Every one of you won the war—
You and you and you—
Each one knowing what it was for,
And what was his job to do.

Every one of you won the war,
Obedient, unwearied, unknown,
Dung in the trenches, drift on the shore,
Dust to the world's end blown;
Every one of you, steady and true,
You and you and you—
Down in the pit or up in the blue,
Whether you crawled or sailed or flew,
Whether your closest comrade knew
Or you bore the brunt alone—

All of you, all of you, name after name,
Jones and Robinson, Smith and Brown,

[...] Read more

poem by Edith Wharton
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Purpose

Tall trees touch the sun,
As the moon follows behind,
Lost inside of a rainbow.
The sun’s rays fail to dispel the darkness,
Although
It may be very early morning.
Leaves on the trees are
Small cupped hands, which
Cling to branches of unreality.
They hold dewdrops,
Tears of naiads
Lost in the storm of their
Abject misery,
Destined as they were
To reach heaven someday
Too far to travel from
Their homes amongst the woodlands.
One could have been myself,
Rising early, at daybreak
Each and every morning,

[...] Read more

poem by Claudia Krizay
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Angry, Smashing Antiquated Croci Like Faberge Easter Eggs

Angry, smashing antiquated croci like Faberge Easter eggs.
The air is rationing its oxygen, and even the wind begs.
I'm holding it all together like an abandoned barn,
but there are flashfloods in the mirror trying to humble
my lack of concern whether it rains for forty days
or all goes up in fire as I've been forewarned.
Don't care if it's nuclear winter, or just a passing storm.
I'm not mining diamonds like stars in the rifts of the clouds.
They can do without my eyes for awhile. Looking
for a white hole on the other end of this black one
like a ground hog with two, or the flip side of a telescope
shining at the other end of the tunnel the dead go through.

Madness imparts a significance to everything I do.
The spiders are weaving dreamcatchers and badly tuned harps
between the antlers of a dying caribou, and here
in this cow pie of starmud I call a brain, the warp and woof
of my axons are hairbraiding dead protein
into straightjackets for the two-headed wavelengths
of my meditative theta snakes. And it hurts to write this

[...] Read more

poem by Patrick White
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Nun in FRiar Small-Bro's Grave... Yard

The midnight clings to dwarfish kings
While robot drones, adorning thrones,
Kneel, bowing to the Old...Guard.
Arrhythmic clocks and wooden box
Grace FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard.

The diplohacks, in melting wax,
Are swept along, a thriving throng,
Just dying for a life...guard.
And Nun, alone, has beached their bones
In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard.

Beyond the streams, a raven screams
At loser fish that swarm and swish;
Nun gently drips her dreams...jarred.
There are no thanks along the banks
Of FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard.

While FRiar smiles and prowls the aisles
The hierarch obeys his bark;

[...] Read more

poem by Terry O'Leary
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

White Limozeen

Fresh scrubbed hot off the bus
Dressed up and feelin good
Eyes full of stars
A heart full of dreams
Daisy mae in hollywood
Struttin down the boulevard
The walkway of the stars
With a vision of her name in lights
Reflectin off the cars
And dreamin of a white limozeen
She wants to have a white limozeen
Well the days to come were long and dark
And the nights were hard and cold
She met the devil in the city of angels
But she never lost her soul
She kept her dreams close to her heart
Like a family photograph
She cried sometimes and died sometimes
But still knew how to laugh
Dreamin of a white limozeen

[...] Read more

song performed by Dolly Parton
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

When Scarborough Had Land

I remember Scarborough proud Protestant and blue,
With portraits of a Queen near every pew.
No Sunday shops, no music hops, no liquor on display,
Where the Lodges and the Legions marched each Victoria Day.

Where ensigns flew, Union Jacks too, unique uniforms on parade.
A raucous rush of pompous pride by pals from every trade,
As they beat the drum down Danforth Road on the twenty fourth of May,
Out to the country and back by Byng, again on Dominion Day.

Those were loyal times before the war for king and queen and all,
For more than a few, this love did cause, their ultimate downfall.
It did at Dieppe and D-day too like their seniors at the Somme,
They died for king and country; they did it for a song.

And soon they were forgotten, those who fought for king and crown,
Though those lucky to return had saved the country and the town.
They would walk again forever with their flags flying high,
Marching medals of the heroes that no one could deny.

[...] Read more

poem by James Bredin
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Blind Before I Stop

Ill go blind before I stop
Chorus:
And Ill go blind before I stop, theyre gonna have to come in and lock me up
And Ill go blind before I stop, cause this boy mama just wanna rock
Theres a two ton fireball burnin through the headphones
Cuttin up my heart, makin ashes of my soul
A lightning bolt petition, tonight Im gonna sign
Trouble out my window and Im gonna find it
And Im feelin the fever, takin in the heat
Bouncin to the boogie, hittin with the beat
Wrapped in rhythm, dancin till we drop
(chorus)
Moonlite madness masquerade, I got my invitation, baby, time to play
Rip off the headphones, shove my arm into the socket
Sound comes rushing thru me like an intravenous rocket
And Im feelin the fever, takin in the heat
Bouncin to the boogie, hittin with the beat
Wrapped in rhythm, dancin till we drop
(chorus)
Doin it in the market, doin it in the mall

[...] Read more

song performed by Meat Loaf
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Leaving

Words and music emily saliers
Jet fuel and traffic lines
Pulling up to the delta signs
Distant shape of my hometown
Black stain where the wheels touch down
I pick up the morning news
I pass the man whos never shined my shoes
Through security and to the train
That will take me to the airplane
Count the miles on the highway
(count the miles on the highway)
The sum of all my days
(the sum of all my days)
Theres a postcard theres a call
(theres a call)
And theres a picture for your bedroom wall
(bedroom wall)
But do you ever wonder through and through
Whos that person standing next to you
(whos that person standing next to you)

[...] Read more

song performed by Indigo Girls
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Fishing on a small lake

You had just left me
and I had relocated from Bellville
near Cape Town
to Centurion at Pretoria
and had travelled by airplane
and there was storm damage
to the roads
and I was still waiting
on my removal to arrive

and apart from going to work
I had a lot of time on my hands
and thoughts in my mind,
since I have lost
the only fish that really mattered
and I didn’t really know how.

My rods and reels and fishing tackle
from when I was a boy
was at my mother’s

[...] Read more

poem by Gert Strydom
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Beating Around The Bush: A Foreign Policy

Saddam claimed to be greater
than Hitler and Nebuchadnezzar,
an ancient king of Babylon.

Saddam believed he would
build a Greater Empire than both,
beginning from modern Iraq.

This is the man Mr Bush!
Decided to let continue
to rule during his watch?

In 1979 Iraqi President Saddam Hussein
claimed he was a direct lineal descendant
of Babylonian King Nebuchadnezzar II.

Saddam called himself Nebuchadnezzar III
had coins struck showing his likeness
coined with the Babylonian king on these coins.

[...] Read more

poem by Terence George Craddock
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Hot, hotter and now bombastic, (this is not a poem)

The Philippine government on Sunday (24 Aug) rejected a call by Muslim guerrillas for a halt in a massive air and ground assault, and instead intensified the four-day attack, capturing a rebel training camp in a southern province, officials said.

Moro Islamic Liberation Front Chairman Al Haj Murad urged the government in a rare news conference Saturday to stop the offensive, warning it could imperil a years long peace process and escalate violence in the country's troubled south.

About 6,000 troops and police commando forces, backed by artillery and bomber aircraft, have attacked guerrilla positions to capture a rebel commander who occupied and looted Christian farming communities in North Cotabato province. Two other commanders are also being hunted who led a rampage last week in which 37 people were shot or hacked to death in Lanao del Norte province.

'There will be no let up in government offensives, ' Press Secretary Jesus Dureza said.

He said government forces would 'enforce the law' if Murad does not turn over the three commanders for justice. Murad has refused to do so.

After four days of air and artillery strikes and attacks by army rangers, rebel resistance has softened, allowing troops to capture a guerrilla training camp in Maguindanao's Mamasapano township, said Army Col. Marlou Salazar, who was overseeing the offensive.

Troops were checking the camp, which has obstacle courses, assembly areas and small buildings for combat training, for possible booby traps and land mines, he said.

'They're scampering and leaving only token forces to delay our advance, ' Salazar told The Associated Press by telephone.

At least 27 guerrillas have been killed and 21 others wounded in three Maguindanao townships where Salazar's army brigade was pressing its assault against the forces of rebel commander Ameril Umbra Kato. Military and police were continuing a manhunt in nearby Lanao del Norte province for commanders Abdullah Macapaar, also known as Bravo, and Aleem Sulaiman Pangalian.

The National Disaster Coordinating Council reported that at least 40 civilians have been killed and 240,000 displaced by the rebel attacks and the fighting.

[...] Read more

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Everything On The Garbage Dump

Everything on the garbage dump
like the picked over pyre of an unholy death.
The rubes seeing through the ruses of the rich
straight into their computerized living rooms
behind the razor wire and grapevines.
Bad mistake. The poor begin to compare,
and where they wanted to be elite yesterday,
today they smoulder like a root fire
at what's been done to them
many days before by what goes on under
the cornerstones of our quicksand institutions
imploding under the mass of corruption at their core.
Lies so immense, even the media can't eat them,
and scum-bag politicians wallowing in what
they don't want anyone else to have. A cure
for a child that's dying, after having lost her hair,
a bed for a homeless man who's off his meds,
a job for his son and daughter, open-handed economics
where the destitute aren't eating the scraps
that fall off the elemental table of the obscenely overfed.

[...] Read more

poem by Patrick White
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!