Disney Girls

Pancaked make-up, getting lucked-up
In the back of a white,
Tinted window limousine.
The camera flashes, her fake eyelashes
Curl like rolled ribbons
That curve in the scissors.
Her pretty smile, lingers for a while
Until she's backstage
And the publicity isn't there
(Anymore
‘Oh, reality, it's not for me'
A fake British accent goes a long way
For the modern American girl,
Have an air of aristocracy,
Give the people something to dream about,
To believe in, (wish
To idolize, (upon
To love, (a
To worship (star
Let the comets cross through the sky,

[...] Read more

poem by Tim Stensloff
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Home...

Heaven?
Paradise?
Rapture or
Cloud nine?
Where is the key
to enter your Bliss?

So high on your heavenly horse.
So proud under your rose-studded straw hat,
can't see disheveled man on his dead cement
horse, independently hardened by empathy- the
anesthesia for poverty;
begging for a dollar piece of bread to eat,
not an outhouse or bathhouse to shit, piss, and bathe-
still nose high as the clouds in the sky;
can't smell nor tell what's smelling to high heavens, cause
head held as high as the hundred dollar
stiletto holding you high and its blade piercing the lowly hearts
Cheeks and lips blood red, sculptured
eyebrows and polka dot finger nails. Yet, you

[...] Read more

poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Find The Colour

Find the colour
Sight and sound
A new exposure comes around
Anaesthetic for the mind
Hear the voice that soothes away the pain
Television, satellite,
Conversation running dry
Sending back another text
Holding on to words you might regret
You know you might regret
(chorus)
Cause now I can see that I love all the things
That you do with each day
And it feels, so damn good
Every second that passes me by with the blink of an eye
It just feels, so damn good
Find the colour, find the colour
Looking for something new
A taste of life to pull you through
Defences down your feeling low

[...] Read more

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

Love Pollution

Find the colour
Sight and sound
A new exposure comes around
Anaesthetic for the mind
Hear the voice that soothes away the pain
Television, satellite,
Conversation running dry
Sending back another text
Holding on to words you might regret
You know you might regret
(chorus)
Cause now I can see that I love all the things
That you do with each day
And it feels, so damn good
Every second that passes me by with the blink of an eye
It just feels, so damn good
Find the colour, find the colour
Looking for something new
A taste of life to pull you through
Defences down your feeling low

[...] Read more

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

20% Amnesia

What is your destiny? the police woman said....(20% amnesia)
The word that she wanted was destination i'm afraid (20% amnesia)
This is your future boy, this is your fate (20% amnesia)
And you're obsolete and they can't afford to educate you (20% amnesia)
In his bedtime boot boy jersey
Ringing up some fantasy tart
Give me strength or give me mercy
Life intimidates art
Chorus:
Give me strength or give me mercy
Don't let me lose heart
From rage to anaesthesia
Twenty percent amnesia
Were you passed out on the sofa (20% amnesia)
While justice was bartered by a drunken oaf? (20% amnesia)
This is all your glorious country thinks of your life (20% amnesia)
Stripped jack naked with a stanley knife (20% amnesia)
So the german queen went home again
But she couldn't find forgiveness
They made a fist of her hand of friendship

[...] Read more

song performed by Elvis Costello
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Something You Don't Have to Read

You will never comprehend or feel
Depths of emotion experienced...
If that is not your wish.
To exploit yourself like this!

In the selection of each word...
Chosen for this poem,
You can decide to rest your curiousity.
This is being composed to take a different turn,
Upon a new road of a personal concern.

An expectation is not encouraged!
For you to decide if I should be bland,
Or flourish thoughts to crop upon a topic!
And whether or not it should be profound or grand.

But it is hoped,
You do not live a life promoting abstinence
From deep feelings felt.
Or deny yourself an appetite,

[...] Read more

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Put On Your 3-D Glasses

When is the pain going to stop?
It is not!
The sugar you've been fed,
Coated the taste of those gumdrops.

You should have long been told...
Long ago when those
Who wanted to...
Were quietly scolded and secretly abused.

When is 'your' pain going to end?
Once again...
It is not!
The anesthesia you've been given,
Can no longer be 'gotten'.
This truth may be rotten,
But you have been forgotten!

Not only that...
You've been used like a doorstop!

[...] Read more

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Anatomy Of A Song

The thing was finally strapped down tight and quite asleep.
drip, drip, drip, from the bag, thru the tubing, under the skin-
dewy fluids and a rapid, sliding bubble, round first, then oblong,
How thru its medium it squeezed, salmon-like!
graphs, monitors, stainless, blips, bleeps;
and, like camels padding a silk road, the up-thrown glyphs, evidencing life, tireless;
the easy purl of snoring:
snore, snore-this was anesthesia!
the gentle rise and fall of the rib cage.

'Let us begin', said the technician.
'Keep your eyes on the screen'.

In came the specialist, gloved green, who even masked, bore
an uncanny resemblence to Eddie Poe.
From a table she chose a scalpel and a pair of sterile pinking shears:
crunch, crunch.
Soon there were feathers-over the walls, on the floor,
sticky feathers everywhere; then flew out,
arpeggios, glissandi by the score,

[...] Read more

poem by Morgan Michaels
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

The Magenta Agenda

The magenta agenda embedded upon a silk prison is a mirror illuminating synaesthesias.
Depth imperative, a lever of emotion eminence. For what is a prison? Doth it make me in sync with my sins? Mere society’s ills... See not the irony, hear not the irony, feel not the irony for in confinement with I the sinned comes forth spiritual compassion, material detachment; alleviation in passion. Yet I feel still of nothing, for I put myself in everything but something.

The magenta agenda is incense to the eyes intriguing dimensions in its absence of time. It impedes deep, moonstruck, capricious droplets rapturously stagnant, romantic in its flourish as it blossoms intense, rained from the beige walls the mind melted on its silky delicate milky skin.
She is the endless plane of love the virtue of the rain. In the midst of the perfume sprinkle of the twinkle of her tears splashed off those beige cheeks blushed as it breathes cherry blossoms from the ink of a maroon eye.

The magenta agenda is a perceptional impressionist to nurture the pleasure in her arms. The lakes envisioned within the portals shimmering inadvertently. It is a mystic glimmer in a lake of no liquid yet in shimmers silver embraced it inhales the light, slithered yet it is not dry. As a silk shell reflective but of not the physical entity that light entails. She is the aura not imprisoned.

The magenta agenda is the milonga of the angel; the impossible, the forever. She cries from her fingertips and between the molten skies. The leaves of her eyes are her body in the living of that which dies. She is an angel but not of those in the conception of the heavens which inherited from the hells in its birth of the earth wells.

She gazes and in her paining an array casts jade, painting the sky's walls, the essence of heaven. In beauty she rests frozen kissed upon a realm untouched from earth, heaven and hell. Ethereal as she is brought to lie in the shallow basin undermined of the beauty of the fruit of indecision’s compassion filled in the sapphire bleeding of anaesthesia between love and reason. The icy walls rain the canvas of the skies those eyes be the paw dancing on the lights.

I yearn for you to be happy but then you’ll be different.

Doth embed your last tear, draw the scarlet of now your ashen lips to your heart so shall it beat once more the earth may spin once more... the magenta agenda is.

poem by Ori Livson
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Pretty Halcyon Days

How pleasant to sit on the beach,
On the beach, on the sand, in the sun,
With ocean galore within reach,
And nothing at all to be done!
      &nbs p;No letters to answer,
      &n bsp;No bills to be burned,
      &n bsp;No work to be shirked,
      & nbsp;No cash to be earned,
It is pleasant to sit on the beach
With nothing at all to be done!

How pleasant to look at the ocean,
Democratic and damp; indiscriminate;
It fills me with noble emotion
To think I am able to swim in it.
        To lave in the wave,
      &nbs p;Majestic and chilly,
      &n bsp;Tomorrow I crave;
      &nb sp;But today it is silly.
It is pleasant to look at the ocean;

[...] Read more

poem by Ogden Nash
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Mr. Businessman

Itemise the things you
Covet as you squander
Through your life.
Bigger cars, bigger
Houses, term insurance
For your wife.
Tuesday evenings with your harlot,
And on wednesdays it's
Your sharlatan analyst,
He's high upon your list.
You got air conditioned
Surmises and dark, disturbing doubts
About religion.
And you keep those cards
And letters going out.
And while your
Secretary's tempting you
Your morals are exepting
You from guilt and shame,
Heaven knows

[...] Read more

song performed by Cliff Richard
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Tale Of Woe - A Cinderella Story

I would fade away if you pass me over
You’re making me walk through a broken glass
I ‘m getting more comprised in your love as the day passes
You’re not a fantasy, myth or an illusion
You’re the predicament of hopelessness in my story
The prologue starts off in a Cinderella story scene
With riots, masquerade, jamboree and parade
This was the dawn of love era in the century

As I marched your path at the time of misfortune
I got lost with no direction, no map and no one to mascot
The Cinderella scene seems to fade out in the darkness of catastrophe
All the pigments of bliss is no longer in the arena
You change it all for your egoism not knowing I was waning
Now I m standing in inertia with my hope failing
You’re forbidding me in every possible way
And abandoning me in the middle of nowhere

The situation so perilous is digging me into anesthesia
I m falling, failing, crying, stumbling but you never seem to care

[...] Read more

poem by Sabina Bista
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Human

Lifetime. The biography of the human
race.
History. The story so far...the story of
humanity.
Generation to generation. You were...I
am.
Family. The quavering stability.
Warmth. Companionship in a cold world.
Reason. The wrinkle of the head.
Love. The insanity of the heart.
Frost. The loneliness of failure.
Heat. The illusion of success.
Burn. The reality of betrayal.
Alone. The deception of solitude.
Touch. The healing of loneliness.
Forgiveness. The divinity of humanity.
Passion. A heart ablaze.
Success. Flight above sky limit.
Anger. Brief madness.
Bitterness. Cancer of the heart.

[...] Read more

poem by Jenim Dibie
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Feeling and Failing To Feel What Is Love

Is that love a fluid, they say it flows out of heart,
Is love a stream, they say it flow form one heart to another,

Is love a beam of light,
That when flashes, makes one blind,
Is that love glue or rasin,
That binds two heart,
Commit them to eat that apple,
Is all that love can do?
They say love is blind,
Is that blind serpent,
That showed beauty of Eden to Eve?

Is love that gas inflates or deflates
Hearts?
Is it the laughing gas or that can act anesthesia against pain
Is love a dreadful disease,
Having medicine in love alone,

No matter whether ugly or beautiful,

[...] Read more

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Ugly Truth

The ugly truth, the shadow that wonders alone,
It’s the dark space in the corner of the room where love isn’t shown,
The ignored people whose personality is ignored and unknown,
It’s the face in the mirror that cracks on sight,
The same mirror where society reflects beauty and glamour where self loathing ignites,
Anorexia, plastic surgeries, implants, anabolic steroids, self destruction, and despite,
The natural beauty of humankind destroyed by artificial cosmetics,
Similar to drugs that induces the nonexistent pain from anesthetics,
It’s the poisonous salt induced in self healing known as tartar emetic,
Invisible, pain underlined the surface to project beauty from self destruction inside to route the beauty out,
But the ugly truth is, cosmetics is the bud in plants that doesn’t sprout,
It’s the mirror that humanity looks into every day with doubt,
The doubt that induces perfection from the outside,
It’s the disease inducing shallow emotions from humans worldwide,
Victimized is the people who will never know the pleasure of someday being a groom or bride,
It’s that same cracked mirror that reflects self loathing and the tears we cry,
It’s the anxiety induced from outside the mirror in the room where in the corner we hide,
The smile that is looked as a broken masterpiece from the finest art,
The ugly truth, where beauty from inside the heart is ignored from the start,
It’s the puzzle of human life, where natural beauty of personality is ripped apart,

[...] Read more

poem by Kurt Kacich
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

A Wash of Pixels

I waited to see my dreams
Pigment reality, but the inverse
Occurred and all there was
Was a blue-blinking screen flickering
Underneath my eye-lids,
Transmuting my perceptions
Into the to-be-reset cartridges
That are somewhere inside my pupils.

I did not witness a muddy water
Color, but a wash of pixels
That seem to twinkle on the
Black background of my thoughts;
A periphery that cascades
Like a warping sun glare
Spread over an aluminum sky with
Melting manipulating oil splatter
Clouds leaking down the horizon.

The concepts eliding from my intuition

[...] Read more

poem by Tim Stensloff
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

ZF2 'Angel Of Death' A Demonic Nazi Doctor

he is the 'Angel of Death'
a demonic Nazi doctor
an SS physician in Auschwitz
concentration camp dedicated
to creating a master race
for Satanic Adolf Hitler

he carried out genetic experiments
vivisection on living human victims
without anesthetic without pain killers
cutting you up alive to find the key
to produce Aryan master race twins
to artificially increase Aryan birthrate

a serial killer without empathy pity
a chilling estimated 400,000 deaths
in medical experiments at Auschwitz
succeeded decades ahead of all rivals
experimenting on live humans not rats
doctor death to South America escapes

[...] Read more

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

Another Reason To Believe

BAD MEDICINE
Bon Jovi
Your love is like bad medicine
Bad medicine is what I need
Woah, shake it up just like bad medicine
There aint no doctor that can cure my disease
Bad medicine
I aint got a fever got a permanent disease
And it'll take more than a doctor to prescribe a remedy
And I got lots of money but it isn't what I need
Gonna take more than a shot to get this poison outta me
And I got all the symptoms, count 'em 1 2 3
First you need (Thats what you get for falling in love)
Then you bleed (You get a little and its never enough)
On your knees (Thats what you get for falling in love)
And now this boys addicted cause your kiss is the drug
Your love is like bad medicine
Bad medicine is what I need
Shake it up just like bad medicine
There aint no doctor that can cure my disease

[...] Read more

song performed by Bon Jovi
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Chocolate In Chaco

They’ve been drinking chocolate in
the canyons of the southwest. Chaco
is where the ritual would begin,
enhanced by peace-pipes of tobacco.
It used to give the Indians highs
in 600 BCE,
before they came to compromise
with coffee. Chocolate makes you free
of any hang-ups you have got,
and makes you want to plight your troth
to girls who drink it with you hot
with frenzied fervor for its froth.

It is the aphrodisiac
I always use when I am trying
to get a girl into the sack.
The greatest chocolate is for dying,
and it is comforting to know,
when giving it to your companion,
that it was used as quid pro quo

[...] Read more

poem by Gershon Hepner
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Time To Chill

Artist: dj jazzy jeff and the fresh prince
[fresh prince]
For years I have been waitin and hesitatin to make a
Rap record, that had the pace of a
Slow song, quiet storm, chillin while the fire is warm
You and your girl, with this record on
Your radio or stereo, I dont know
I love you so is what youll be sayin, while this records playin
You reminscin and kissin your girl
Relax, lay back, unwind, cause now is time to chill
Setting the mood, by the use of this groove
Is an ingenious, perceptive, brilliant, a very clever move
Because the bassline, combined with the fresh rhyme
At a slow tempo enticed passion to grow
But if its not passion, for which you search
Then use the song as a massage after a hard days work
And if its true that music calms the savage beast
Play this cut in the jungle and put the lions to sleep
Take a deep breath, stretch, kick off your footwear
Put on the tape of this record, but beware

[...] Read more

song performed by Will Smith
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!