Bowl Was Still Empty

Trying to follow truth
his journey was nightmarish.
Alchemic fusion with past and future failed –
his bowl was still empty.

In the inner space
a largesse, free of present,
becomes the pain of perfection!
Now what to do next?

More afraid of life than death
he tried to manage the fear,
the futility of becoming somebody,
the nihility of ripening in celebrations.

In the darkness, an eye looks
beyond the stars, at timeless silences
of hope, waking, slits of dreams
like lasers, creating new designs.

poem by Satish Verma
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The Boy In The Bubble

It was a slow day
And the sun was beating
On the soldiers by the side of the road
There was a bright light
A shattering of shop windows
The bomb in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
Thats dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And dont cry baby, dont cry
Dont cry
It was a dry wind
And it swept across the desert
And it curled into the circle of birth
And the dead sand

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song performed by Paul Simon
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Boy In The Bubble

(words by Paul Simon; music by Paul Simon and Forere Motlobeloa)
It was a slow day
And the sun was beating
On the soldiers by the side of the road
There was a bright light
A shattering of shop windows
The bomb in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
Therse are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry
It was a dry wind
And it swept across the desert
And it curled into the circle of birth

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song performed by Paul Simon
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Seconds Tick

Seconds tick and tell the time of your own,
Their men have adequate supplies,
Theirs are theirs and their wine of grapes exploding.
Many times the justice balances the nation
After a reality strikes into the blamed brain.
My brain explodes after a second of joy
In the weird ties and weird science of compulsion.

Let time be roses and sweet wine, with heavenly spores,
Judges of stripes and colours fall into slots of graphic quality,
Lasers fend for foes of frightening openings;
Let time obey the soldier, so that offences gather like fences,
Enthralling the cars that roll into your funny tummy.

poem by Naveed Akram
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No Liberty can Bloom where Doomsday Few Enshroud

Drone's no-fly zone sets tone for prompt poetic
Radar tracks furtive raider rarely seen
Only sophisticated systems glean
Near view. Invader unapologetic
Eyes all below, hill, hollow, scan frenetic
Seeks secrets, civil, military, sheen
Now cloaked - gold members' privilege - can screen
One at a time all details. Energetic
Flight-path for Big Brother is planned, magnetic
Lasers home in on aerodrome, demesnes,
Yet few maintain complaints as freedom's scene
ZOne borderline must meet. Heed call prophetic!
No liberty can bloom where doomsday few
Enshroud, cloud basic facts, conceal true view.

Acrostic Sonnet Drone's No-Fly Zone 21 December 2011

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Tommorows Dream

A cage of my own, this cage is my home,
And oh so alone am i.
From above all around helpless to the sound
Of my brothers cry.
Just leave us alone, we dont want to moan,
Only if you make us.
Smashed on the lock until Ive had to, drop.
Tried to get my message through.
Off goes another with anothers brother,
My arms try to bend across to a friend.
You cant burn me with your laser beam,
Its pointed at you and tomorrows dream.
Youll burn my body quietly set free,
And Ill cry for you as I sway from my tree.
Id give you my brain nothing you would gain,
Its misery seeps from you.
When leaving my cage I am in a rage
Because I know what youre up to.
When you walk away remember next day,
Not a second Ive slept, awake Ill have kept.

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song performed by Madness
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Tomorrows Dream

A cage of my own, this cage is my home,
And oh so alone am i.
From above all around helpless to the sound
Of my brothers cry.
Just leave us alone, we dont want to moan,
Only if you make us.
Smashed on the lock until Ive had to, drop.
Tried to get my message through.
Off goes another with anothers brother,
My arms try to bend across to a friend.
You cant burn me with your laser beam,
Its pointed at you and tomorrows dream.
Youll burn my body quietly set free,
And Ill cry for you as I sway from my tree.
Id give you my brain nothing you would gain,
Its misery seeps from you.
When leaving my cage I am in a rage
Because I know what youre up to.
When you walk away remember next day,
Not a second Ive slept, awake Ill have kept.

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song performed by Madness
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President Obama is making the tough decisions to get our country going in the right direction, has taken our economy from job losses to 15 straight months of job gains, cut taxes 26 times, and focused like a laser on getting the middle class back on its feet while those campaigning to replace him have failed to show they can lead on these issues.

quote by Debbie Wasserman Schultz
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Johnson

I have a new world of pleasures to meet,
And i will find plenty of lkove to appreciate;
For the spice of life is of the realms.
A dance of the classical times,
A dream of the days gone by;
And of the laser effects from the Disco rooms;
Idyll! Imbue! ! Freedom! ! !
But to marvel at the glories of the past,
For, i am Johnson in the land of your muse.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I n c i s i o n

Touch of fire from cold steel-tip
like the Sea that pathed Exodus,
a parting from Egypt and Death-
the separation of human flesh
without syringes or ether

Modern lasers mundungus smoke
climbing queer as ivy on stone,
o'er sterile masks, spotlight, loud
breathing the rising spiral stench-
burnt flesh warming latexed fingers.

Surgical stainless clamps applied
to a fissured surge of bloody black,
prompts sheets of thick meshed gauze
absorbing Incisions upwell
like dunes drinking Nor'easter tides.

Motion set in the Theatre,
principals gather in circle,

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poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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Everlasting Moon

By: jimmy buffett, matt betton
Recorded live 1990 on the feeding frenzy tour
-- spoken:
This is a little song called everlasting moon about what some people did to preserve the environment.
The sky revealed the rumor
In a misty gray cocoon
Some angry baby-boomers
Stole the everlasting moon
They found a new location
Clear and poison free
In a distant constellation
Oh, they called it lunacy
Chorus:
Hangin in the sky
The perfect alibi
Baby come outside with me
Theres a moon youve got to see
Smiling every place
With his laser-painted face
Light of love in each moonbeam

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song performed by Jimmy Buffett
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Weekends

I called chad on wednesday night
So we could make plans for thursday night
He said we could go hit the peapods
I was like yeah, thats my favorite spot
Plus I like it there, cuz I got love on the list
High powered juice, where I dont even get frisked
Walk up in the place and get love from the misses
Pounds from my brothers, cuz they knowing that disses
The place to be to let it all out
But when the weekend come, the weekend come
Yall could come
So go tell ya momma come and ya papa come
Go to spin the record so we can get dumb
Place packed, capacity maximum
Due to my man polo promotion
And I cant wait to go out and hear some
[chorus] esthero
Jumping music, swift d.j.s
Smoke machines and laser rays
Look out weekend cuz, here I come

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song performed by Black Eyed Peas
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Their Gifts

the first child boasts of his gift from his papa
a remote controlled toy car
the second cannot be outdone with his
toy gun with matching laser
the third shows his toy chopper
still on remote control
the fourth one says her mama
simply told her
that she loves him very much

his jealous eyes crave for the toy car,
the toy gun, the chopper,
and he is sad, thinking that his mama
has no gift for him

except love.
just love? he is so sad.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Electric Eye

Up here in space
I'm looking down on you.
My lasers trace
Everything you do.
You think you've private lives
Think nothing of the kind.
There is no true escape
I'm watching all the time.
I'm made of metal
My circuits gleam.
I am perpetual
I keep the country clean.
I'm elected electric spy
I protected electric eye.
Always in focus
You can't feel my stare.
I zoom into you
You don't know I'm there.
I take a pride in probing all your secret moves
My tearless retina takes pictures that can prove.

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song performed by Helloween
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Driving Rain (Life Poem)

Rain-blinded laser-focus on lights in front,
Always one second from impact, or worse,
A zombie living death of three more hours,
Slow down, let the mad and the bad pass,
Blindingly oblivious to their impending end.

This driving rain seems now inside my mind
A black cold cloud wraps my beating heart
With its unforgiving tendrils, it is a mistake
To think that it is always better to travel,
Than to arrive, in this driving, dying rain.
 

poem by Ian Beckett
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Blind At Night

I'm blind at night
I'm blind at night
Take your bite
Weigh your might on me

I'm blind at night
When the sun just lets me be
And the moon sets in my eyes
I'm blind at night
Away
with stars from another sky

Spoken for
But woken for
Deranged unloaded
Joker at the door

Blind at night
Sell a favour
With delight

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poem by Patience Brown
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Cmon

Cmon cmon cmon
When nothings funny
It gets easy to laugh
At the drop of a hat or a bomb
When someones screaming
Its hard to ignore
Like the shot of a gun cmon
Lets run to a place somewhere
The party never ends
Lets run till theres no way
To go on cmon
Cant you hear the sirens blowing
Cant you hear them call
Cant you see the lasers probing
Brighter than the sun
Lets run
Cmon cmon cmon
Cmon cmon cmon
Lets run from a promise
That could never be kept

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song performed by Devo
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Laser Night

crazed
crazed neath the crazy moon
i wandered
convulsed with a craving
i didn’t understand

above the mondrian roof tops
in the chasm of the sky
the stars unfolded in a drama
of living and dying

like the crack of doom
the dawn of disaster

below the tangled
television antennae
and tenement fire escape steps

on the sidewalk
of crashed crystal dreams

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poem by Theresa Haffner
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Remarkable Light

The colour the light bears changes according to our wishes,
It is like something of our persistence, our very perseverance;
It was the yellow of the light, the white light burnt us,
As genius opened its patience as we perceived,
And the beautiful light obtained attention.

In you is a sight, in you is sent an idea
To recognise the overbearing light:
It was like some sort of laser, a banner,
One of the words was lost.
In you is this remarkable light from the eye.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Tragedy of Presumption

One cannot presume what the other is thinking
Nor can one give motives behind a poem
Unless in laser-like mind reading
One, like a Superman, by miracle has become.

Such is the tragedy of presumption
In the absence of facts comes a conclusion
There's frailty of judgment, no other option
But a muddled view of wrong perception.

Still as writers, our truth we declare
Unmindful of those who try to stifle
Our words and the passion that is there
The enjoyment in poetry, who dares to ruffle?

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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