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sad poem...

2007-02-20T23:23:00.000-08:00

SAD POEMS

SAD POEMS

DOES HEAVEN HAVE A PHONE NUMBER?

Mommy went to Heaven, but I need her here today,
My tummy hurts and I fell down; I need her right away,
Operator, can you tell me how to find her in this book?

Is heaven in the yellow part? I don't know where to look.
I think my daddy needs her too; at night I hear him cry.
I hear him call her name sometimes, but I really don't know why.

Maybe if I call her, she will hurry home to me.
Is Heaven very far away, is it across the sea?
She's been gone a long, long time; she needs to come home now!
I really need to reach her, but I simply don't know how.

Help me find the number please, is it listed under 'Heaven'?
I can't read these big, big words; I am only seven.
I'm sorry, operator, I didn't mean to make you cry,
Is your tummy hurting too, or is there something in your eye?

If I call my church maybe they will know.
Mommy said when we need help, that's where we should go.
I found the number to my church tacked up on the wall.
Thank you operator, I'll give them a call.

ray wilz

Not Another Sad Poem

2007-02-20T23:16:00.002-08:00

Not Another Sad Poem

Not another sad poem, not tonight,
I will not write it, I will not write,
Not another sad poem not today,
I will not write it, no I won't, I say
I'd rather go elswhere, somewhere fun,
Then write another sad poem when the day is done.

chad fisher

Sad-Eye

2007-02-20T23:16:00.001-08:00

Sad-Eye

Sad-Eyed and soft and grey thou art, o morn!
Across the long grass of the marshy plain
Thy west wind whispers of the coming rain,
Thy lark forgets that May is grown forlorn
Above the lush blades of the springing corn,
Thy thrush within the high elms strives in vain
To store up tales of spring for summer's pain -
Vain day, why wert thou from the dark night born?

O many-voiced strange morn, why must thou break
With vain desire the softness of my dream
Where she and I alone on earth did seem?
How hadst thou heart from me that land to take
Wherein she wandered softly for my sake
And I and she no harm of love might deem?

William Morris

A sad, mad and bad poem

2007-02-20T23:13:00.000-08:00

A sad, mad and bad poem

I stood alone in San Antone
Sadder than a dog who`d lost his bone,
¬cause my best girl, she`d walked out on me.
I was feeling sick `cause of this chick,
There was nowhere for me to put my head
And I`m telling you that`s deal catastrophe.

On the sidewalk wide I sat and cried,
And contemplated suicide,
`cause that sweet girl I loved so,
Then a broad went by with her head held high,
Her skirt was split a mile above her thigh
And very quickly I forgot dear Flo.

She said, “ Hello my dear my apartments near,
Wont come with me and have a nice cold beer”.
`twas offer that I really couldn`t resist
I had three or four, maybe more
Perhaps I even had a score,
I ended up a bit Mozart an Liszt.

She said, “Righto Jack let`s hit the sack,
I want somebody to scratch my back
I followed her, I was cock-a-hoop,
She removed her scants, I took off my pants,
But now the poor girl raves and rants,
Because I had a touch of brewers droop.

I stood alone in San Antone
I was frozen to the bone.
She kept my clothes when she through me out the door,
I was feeling sick `cause of this chick
And now I`ve ended up in the nick,
And I`m a bloody site worse off than before.
Than before, than before, I`m so much worse off than I was before.

archie langford

Sad Eyes...

2007-02-20T23:11:00.000-08:00

Sad Eyes

Sad eyes..that used to shine so bright,
But you're gone...and now they see no light.
They are dark and sad
With a look so far away,
Clouded by the tears...
That now are here to stay.
Nothing can bring back the shine
That you took from me dear,
Another love I'll never find ..
No arms will hold me near.
So cry...cry...cry sad eyes
Cry into the night,
Take away my sunshine
And shut out all the light.

Linda Guthrie

Bored And Sad

2007-02-20T23:09:00.000-08:00

Bored And Sad

It's boring and sad, and there's no one around
In times of my spirit's travail...
Desires!...What use is our vain and eternal desire?..
While years pass on by - all the best years!

To love...but love whom?.. a short love is vexing,
And permanent love's just a myth.
Perhaps look within? - The past's left no trace:
All trivial, joys and distress...

What good are the passions? For sooner or later
Their sweet sickness ends when reason speaks up;
And life, if surveyed with cold-blooded regard,-
Is stupid and empty - a joke...

Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov

Sad Green Eyes

2007-02-20T23:05:00.000-08:00

Sad Green Eyes

You look at me with sad green eyes,
I'm overcome with feeling-
Such deep emotion they disguise,
Yet send my senses reeling; They speak to me of loneliness
And feelings unexpressed,
Of hopes and dreams unrealized
And love gone uncaressed; They cry to me of urgency
To experience it all-
But here you are in limbo
With your back against the wall; I wish I had the answers
To the questions they impose-
I'm drowning in those sad green eyes
And the sorrow only grows; If I had one magic wish,
You know what it would be?
To see instead of sad green eyes
Green eyes that smile for me.

Linda Ori

'Happy And Sad'

2007-02-20T23:04:00.000-08:00

'Happy And Sad'

Two people in one....,
But I'm not bad....,
Up and down....,
Happy And Sad....,
A smile and a frown...,
Confusing but true...,
Cry baby clown....,
Laughing and crying at you....,
Happy And Sad....,
My life's in a bind...,
Happy And Sad....,
Can't make up my mind....! ! !

Trade Martin

I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU SAD

2007-02-20T23:00:00.000-08:00

I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU SAD

I don’t want to see you sad no more
You are kind of depress
For now I will cheer you up
I want to make you feel special like you never did before
It is so sad when I see you sad
That’s why I don’t want to see you sad
Even when you are depress you are even worst
Be happy for once
I am here
Pack all your troubles in a suitcase and put it in the locker
And don’t think of it
You can fix it another time if you need to
But happiness is all you need right now
Once you are out with me
Your depression will be over
I understand what you are going through
Nobody needs to feel sorry for nobody
It will never happen
Beside it is a fools game
Lay your had on my shoulders
And listened to that gentle music that is playing on the radio
It is calm and soothing
You never heard it before
Me either
I don’t want to see you sad again
Get a life
Go out and meet some people

aldo kraas

A Sad State Of Freedom

2007-02-20T22:55:00.000-08:00

A Sad State Of Freedom

You waste the attention of your eyes,
the glittering labour of your hands,
and knead the dough enough for dozens of loaves
of which you'll taste not a morsel;
you are free to slave for others--
you are free to make the rich richer.

The moment you're born
they plant around you
mills that grind lies
lies to last you a lifetime.
You keep thinking in your great freedom
a finger on your temple
free to have a free conscience.

Your head bent as if half-cut from the nape,
your arms long, hanging,
your saunter about in your great freedom:
you're free
with the freedom of being unemployed.

You love your country
as the nearest, most precious thing to you.
But one day, for example,
they may endorse it over to America,
and you, too, with your great freedom--
you have the freedom to become an air-base.

You may proclaim that one must live
not as a tool, a number or a link
but as a human being--
then at once they handcuff your wrists.
You are free to be arrested, imprisoned
and even hanged.

There's neither an iron, wooden
nor a tulle curtain
in your life;
there's no need to choose freedom:
you are free.
But this kind of freedom
is a sad affair under the stars.

Translated by Taner Baybars

Nazim Hikmet

sad poem

2007-02-20T22:45:00.000-08:00

A Sad Teen Life

I’m but a teenager
And surely now you loathe me
‘Cause there’s nothing decent
About a wounded teen.
You tell me “You’ll get over it.”
And maybe I just will
But who are you to judge
A poor, poor teen.
Yes I get mood swings
And sure I’m in love
I don’t know why you’d mock
A teenager in love.
You think I always argue
With every word I speak.
I’m only trying to tell you
How a teen would feel.
You were once like me
Do you not recall?
The sweet romance around you,
The boundless promises and lies
Do you not recall?
That doubtful look they gave you
As if you’d rob their store
Or cause any trouble at all
A teen like me would know.
I go through it everyday
This is the first and last time
You’ll hear me complain.
I’ll keep it to myself
And flash a happy smile
When you catch me disheartened.
Then it shall all be blissful
No more arguments tonight
That saddened teen is dieing
Slowly deep inside.

Cristina Candea

Sad Birthday

2007-02-20T22:23:00.000-08:00

Sad Birthday

Sitting here so lonely,
birthday came and gone,
not a single present,
no happy birthday song,

i knew it’d be this way,
the worse birthday yet,
nothing else to say,
but how could they forget,

never got to make a wish,
i wish i wasn’t born,
didn’t have cake or candles,
to make this wish on,

so ill keep going,
wishing i was dead,
maybe next years better,
maybe they wont forget.

crystal shover

Sad love Story

2007-02-20T22:21:00.000-08:00

He fluttered into her life
On the wings on a butterfly,
A young handsome soldier
Who promised her the sky.

She opened her sweet heart to him,
Surrendered her lovely soul
And together they were one,
Together they were whole.

They said their vows on a summer day,
The next day he left for the war,
She tenderly kissed her husband good-bye
Then gingerly closed the door.

The message of his death came unexpected
And she was so torn up inside,
That she believed she couldn’t live without him
So she committed suicide.

Now they lay beneath the earth
In their graves, side by side
Even in death they are together
This young soldier and his bride.

Melanie Bartelt

To A Sad Daughter

2007-02-20T22:19:00.000-08:00

To A Sad Daughter

All night long the hockey pictures
gaze down at you
sleeping in your tracksuit.
Belligerent goalies are your ideal.
Threats of being traded
cuts and wounds
--all this pleases you.
O my god! you say at breakfast
reading the sports page over the Alpen
as another player breaks his ankle
or assaults the coach.

When I thought of daughters
I wasn't expecting this
but I like this more.
I like all your faults
even your purple moods
when you retreat from everyone
to sit in bed under a quilt.
And when I say 'like'
I mean of course 'love'
but that embarrasses you.
You who feel superior to black and white movies
(coaxed for hours to see Casablanca)
though you were moved
by Creature from the Black Lagoon.

One day I'll come swimming
beside your ship or someone will
and if you hear the siren
listen to it. For if you close your ears
only nothing happens. You will never change.

I don't care if you risk
your life to angry goalies
creatures with webbed feet.
You can enter their caves and castles
their glass laboratories. Just
don't be fooled by anyone but yourself.

This is the first lecture I've given you.
You're 'sweet sixteen' you said.
I'd rather be your closest friend
than your father. I'm not good at advice
you know that, but ride
the ceremonies
until they grow dark.

Sometimes you are so busy
discovering your friends
I ache with loss
--but that is greed.
And sometimes I've gone
into my purple world
and lost you.

One afternoon I stepped
into your room. You were sitting
at the desk where I now write this.
Forsythia outside the window
and sun spilled over you
like a thick yellow miracle
as if another planet
was coaxing you out of the house
--all those possible worlds!--
and you, meanwhile, busy with mathematics.

I cannot look at forsythia now
without loss, or joy for you.
You step delicately
into the wild world
and your real prize will be
the frantic search.
Want everything. If you break
break going out not in.
How you live your life I don't care
but I'll sell my arms for you,
hold your secrets forever.

If I speak of death
which you fear now, greatly,
it is without answers.
except that each
one we know is
in our blood.
Don't recall graves.
Memory is permanent.
Remember the afternoon's
yellow suburban annunciation.
Your goalie
in his frightening mask
dreams perhaps
of gentleness.

Michael Ondaatje

Sad And Lonely

2007-02-20T22:17:00.000-08:00

Sad And Lonely

As I started sipping
my daily lovely coffee
A race of memories just began in my mind
of old days, the hard and the easy
And looking at myself now with a tear in my eye
just to find myself sad and lonely

And as I walk down that antique street
where my old little house was meant to be
It feels hard to breathe just to know
that I am out of it now and maybe
maybe forever I would be like a rover
that tells stories of how sad I am and lonely

Those stairs I used to go up and down
everyday in fast rhythm used to be happy
In my room I used to stay most of the time
never thought that i would live in a tragedy
But words are not useful now
for sad I am and lonely

Though poverty was my company long ago
but riches couldn't bring back honey
The honey I saw in my sweet old days
Days of the poverty and agony
Believe me my friend riches won't give you a thing
But to make you sad and lonely

Taher Shemaly

Spawn of Satan

2007-02-20T21:48:00.000-08:00

Spawn of Satan

Oh here's to my sweet Satan
The one whose little path
Would make me sad
Whose power is Satan?
He'll give those
With him 666
There was a little tool shed
Were he made us suffer
Sad Satan

They all sing, they all are one
Shall I loathe you now parishioner
Oh hear him, Christian within me
It steers my sins, the river
Oh he swells with our lousiness
All my life will end for him

We're all out of signs
I know I'm sort of shocked
To her the Lord
My God now will save me
Oh I will never be saved
Because I live with Satan...

Oh here's to my sweet Satan
The one whose little path
Would make me sad
Whose power is Satan?
He'll give those
With him 666
There was a little tool shed
Were he made us suffer
Sad Satan

Sad, Sad Satan

One wish today
That you'll pray for
Three who will make it here late?
Pray now and you'll see
The Lord turned on me
But, oh, I was a shaggy fool

Clothed in agony
Lost at a height
There is no escaping it
Nor his woes...

Oh here's to my sweet Satan
The one whose little path
Would make me sad
Whose power is Satan?
He'll give those
With him 666
There was a little tool shed
Were he made us suffer
Sad Satan

Hunt next to the shore
Cause they see all from there
See here’s the news
Who walks with mute grief!
Perhaps no one found thee

Heavy lift me out
Speak the Reve
Someday failed we’ll lose one line-up
They got to leave forsaken

And no wimps can do

He who says the Lord
They have our laws
That must be superb
Mass has ended
Over there
He who should learn thee
Any moot that severs by my sworn music
I with it with snow be shushed
All for my mass’s sake
Hear why it’s sung

Here opposition Oh…
He who should show
May make his show worthy
Too look for us odd, sickly
There’s one chance – take his show
Hold thy head
Hear why is its sung, opposition
Who owns this earth built below?
Oh sweet Satan

Oh here's to my sweet Satan
The one whose little path
Would make me sad
Whose power is Satan?
He'll give those
With him 666
There was a little tool shed
Were he made us suffer
Sad Satan

Oh here's to my sweet Satan
The one whose little path
Would make me sad
Whose power is Satan?
He'll give those
With him 666
There was a little tool shed
Were he made us suffer
Sad Satan

Sad, Sad Satan

Crazy Eight

My Sad Captains

2007-02-20T21:45:00.000-08:00

My Sad Captains

One by one they appear in
the darkness: a few friends, and
a few with historical
names. How late they start to shine!
but before they fade they stand
perfectly embodied, all

the past lapping them like a
cloak of chaos. They were men
who, I thought, lived only to
renew the wasteful force they
spent with each hot convulsion.
They remind me, distant now.

True, they are not at rest yet,
but now they are indeed
apart, winnowed from failures,
they withdraw to an orbit
and turn with disinterested
hard energy, like the stars.

Thom Gunn

The Sad Stories

2007-02-20T21:36:00.000-08:00

The Sad Stories

the sad stories,
Another story is told,
more and more,
I told you,
These sad stories never seize,

I told you that time's moving fast,
And many be the victim's everyday,
Be intelligent and think,
Use your brain's,
That we be the victim's and loser's,
I don't know where is knowledge, ?
When we lie, ?
When we kill for politic's and power, ?
When we think and act to gain advantage of other's, ?
And many be the victim's everyday,
Be intelligent and think,
Use your brain's,
That we be the victim's and loser's,
I don't know where is knowledge, ?
When we lie, ?
When we kill for politic's and power, ?
When we think and act to gain advantage of other's, ?

And many be the victim's everyday,
Be intelligent and think,
Use your brain's,
That we be the victim's and loser's,
I don't know where is knowledge, ?
When we lie, ?
When we kill for politic's and power, ?
When we think and act to gain advantage of other's, ?

Why you kill, ?
Why use these slogan's, ?
That we die only because we lack truth,
Why let your brother's fall, ?
Why let your sister's fail, ?
Why not use your power in Beauty of the World's tilt, ?
Why not live the just life, ?
Why, tell me why, ?

maxim muyu

'And ask ye why these sad tears stream?'

2007-02-20T21:35:00.000-08:00

'And ask ye why these sad tears stream?'

‘Te somnia nostra reducunt.’
OVID.

And ask ye why these sad tears stream?
Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping?
I had a dream–a lovely dream,
Of her that in the grave is sleeping.

I saw her as ’twas yesterday,
The bloom upon her cheek still glowing;
And round her play’d a golden ray,
And on her brows were gay flowers blowing.

With angel-hand she swept a lyre,
A garland red with roses bound it;
Its strings were wreath’d with lambent fire
And amaranth was woven round it.

I saw her mid the realms of light,
In everlasting radiance gleaming;
Co-equal with the seraphs bright,
Mid thousand thousand angels beaming.

I strove to reach her, when, behold,
Those fairy forms of bliss Elysian,
And all that rich scene wrapt in gold,
Faded in air–a lovely vision!

And I awoke, but oh! to me
That waking hour was doubly weary;
And yet I could not envy thee,
Although so blest, and I so dreary.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

From The Long Sad Party

2007-02-20T21:15:00.000-08:00

From The Long Sad Party

Someone was saying
something about shadows covering the field, about
how things pass, how one sleeps towards morning
and the morning goes.

Someone was saying
how the wind dies down but comes back,
how shells are the coffins of wind
but the weather continues.

It was a long night
and someone said something about the moon shedding its
white
on the cold field, that there was nothing ahead
but more of the same.

Someone mentioned
a city she had been in before the war, a room with two
candles
against a wall, someone dancing, someone watching.
We begin to believe

the night would not end.
Someone was saying the music was over and no one had
noticed.
Then someone said something about the planets, about the
stars,
how small they were, how far away.

Mark Strand

sad steps

2007-02-20T21:08:00.000-08:00

Sad Steps

Groping back to bed after a piss
I part the thick curtains, and am startled by
The rapid clouds, the moon's cleanliness.

Four o'clock: wedge-shaped gardens lie
Under a cavernous, a wind-pierced sky.
There's something laughable about this,

The way the moon dashes through the clouds that blow
Loosely as cannon-smoke to stand apart
(Stone-coloured light sharpening the roofs below)

High and preposterous and separate--
Lozenge of love! Medallion of art!
O wolves of memory! Immensements! No,

One shivers slightly, looking up there.
The hardness and the brightness and the plain
far-reaching singleness of that wide stare

Is a reminder of the strength and pain
Of being young; that it can't come again,
But is for others undiminished somewhere.

Philip Larkin

Home is so sad

2007-02-20T21:06:00.000-08:00

Home is so sad

Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,
Shaped to the comfort of the last to go
As if to win them back. Instead, bereft
Of anyone to please, it withers so,
Having no heart to put aside the theft

And turn again to what it started as,
A joyous shot at how things ought to be,
Long fallen wide. You can see how it was:
Look at the pictures and the cutlery.
The music in the piano stool. That vase.

Philip Larkin

For A Sad Lady

2007-02-20T21:03:00.000-08:00

For A Sad Lady

And let her loves, when she is dead,
Write this above her bones:
"No more she lives to give us bread
Who asked her only stones."

Dorothy Parker

Sing me a sad song cause u don't need me

2007-02-20T20:59:00.000-08:00

Sing me a sad song cause u don't need me

Sing me a sad song
Filled with remorse
Let me know of pain
Sing me a sad song
One about rain
Let me know of hurt
Sing me a sad song
Just sing me a sad song
Let me cry
Sing me a sad song
One where the hero dies
Please a sad song
Let me ache
Let me feel my heart rip
Just sing me a sad song
I want to cry
Just sing me a sad song
No one cares if I die
They don’t need me
And she got the boy
It really isn’t fair
They are each other’s toys
Sickening and pathetic
Typical bad girl gets bad boy
Can I please just cry?
They don’t need me anymore
Sad cause I need them now even more
But they don’t care
And once again the world isn’t fair
Torn up on jealousy and loss
Didn’t think leavin’ would come at such a cost
So please just a sad song
One to spell out everything I feel
Make something anything of misery real
Just once I need it tonight
I need it
Misery please
You take your hold
Like it was before my old friend
All the others have left me
You left they were there
They left and in you came
So it’s give or take
But I feel comfort knowing you are there
Cause I was beginning to think you too didn’t care
Misery my old friend
You’ve been with me you’ll drive me to an end
Play me something sad
Beautiful sorrow
Won’t someone still please need me
I just don’t know how it can be
I need them so much more
Now they’re leaving me behind please what for?
Just please sing me a sad sad song
Something sad, sad and long
For I don’t want it to end
Sorrow now is now my friend.

Lylyanna Pilewski

he wrote a sad song

2007-02-20T20:57:00.000-08:00

he wrote a sad song

he doesn't know how to smile
Holding things inside
His eyes felt dry
and he can't cry
but onion made tears from his eyes
yes, sometimes he has feelings of fear
who can take them out for him?
who can make him happy?
things that needed to be released
he wrote a sad song
it's a sad song
onion made tears from his eyes
he can't hide himmself
it's a sad song
and who can sing it loud and long?
he wrote a sad song
his eyes felt dry
and he can't cry
it's a sad song
who can take them out for him?
he said
if he believed in God
would God send s.o to love him?
and if he believed in love
would love send s.o to save him?
he wrote a sad song
it's a sad song to sing
it's a sad song
Do you feel the sad rhythm?
Will you sing it loud and long?
yes, it's a sad song
listen to his song in the middle of the night
and singin it loud and long
his eyes felt dry
and he just can't cry
if he believed in God
would God send s.o to love him?
and if he believed in love
would love send s.o to save him?
he wrote a sad song
it's a sad song to sing
it's a sad song
will you love him?
will you save him?
it's a sad song
he wrote a sad song

Nguyen

The Sad Mother

2007-02-20T08:08:00.000-08:00

The Sad Mother

Sleep, sleep, my beloved,
without worry, without fear,
although my soul does not sleep,
although I do not rest.

Sleep, sleep, and in the night
may your whispers be softer
than a leaf of grass,
or the silken fleece of lambs.

May my flesh slumber in you,
my worry, my trembling.
In you, may my eyes close
and my heart sleep.

Gabriela Mistral

Be a Sad....

2007-02-20T08:07:00.000-08:00

Be a Sad....

Be not sad because all men
Prefer a lying clamour before you:
Sweetheart, be at peace again -- -
Can they dishonour you?

They are sadder than all tears;
Their lives ascend as a continual sigh.
Proudly answer to their tears:
As they deny, deny.

James Joyce

Sad Eyes

2007-02-20T07:53:00.000-08:00

Sad Eyes

Can you see what I feel
Can you grasp my pain
Looking into my sad eyes
Do you know what I'm going through
Can you feel my agony
Hear me cry
Can you see these wounds
When you look into my sad eyes
Do you understand this
Can you see my tears
Falling in the dark
Can you feel my empty heart
See the damage done
Can you tell I'm falling apart
When you look at my sad eyes

Katrina DeLee

A Sad Child

2007-02-20T07:50:00.000-08:00

A Sad Child

You're sad because you're sad.
It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
Go see a shrink or take a pill,
or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll
you need to sleep.

Well, all children are sad
but some get over it.
Count your blessings. Better than that,
buy a hat. Buy a coat or pet.
Take up dancing to forget.

Forget what?
Your sadness, your shadow,
whatever it was that was done to you
the day of the lawn party
when you came inside flushed with the sun,
your mouth sulky with sugar,
in your new dress with the ribbon
and the ice-cream smear,
and said to yourself in the bathroom,
I am not the favorite child.

My darling, when it comes
right down to it
and the light fails and the fog rolls in
and you're trapped in your overturned body
under a blanket or burning car,

and the red flame is seeping out of you
and igniting the tarmac beside you head
or else the floor, or else the pillow,
none of us is;
or else we all are.

Margaret Atwood

Bye-Bye Love....

2007-02-20T07:48:00.000-08:00

Bye-Bye Love....

1
Bye-Bye Love
Got tired of your muscle-car-Deathrace 2000-style wheelchair-handicap-scoring over my abscess-cyst-ready to burst feelings
Or that it left me a week-old-innards-trailing-roadkill with flies as vultures buzzing away only for speeding cars on highway fifteen.

2
Bye-Bye Love
Got tired your fancy-fresh-tar-on-a-hot-July-roof way to boa-constrictor me to silence at the best of time–
Or your intangible satellite link with better-rates-on weekends-cellphone collar and leash (along with your chime)

3
Bye-Bye Love
Got tired of performing my little phoney cool world act with the care of a squirrel-on-a-high-tension-wire-walking for you to catch
Or your everyone’s crazy about me -a Guess-jeans-cardboard-cut-out-advert-teasing-look with Madonna sell-out logic to match!

4
Bye-Bye Love
Got tired of your pervasive perverted penetrating personality that tickled me inside with solid sharp keratin foetus nails that hooked in my spleen
You’re non-stop Allergy season! - Requiring recurring shots from my support-group-prescribed 24-hours-acting ‘I’m-Ok-You’re-not’ Cetrizine

5
Bye-Bye Love
Had to take a membership to the lean-meat-market-scene clubs to sweat you out and wipe it off with the rented-self-esteem-gold-embroidery towels!
This I accompanied with a high Saturday-night fibre diet to better remove you from my constipated-on-you bowels

6
Bye-Bye Love
Had to get on a Geldof-Pink-emotionally frostbitten acid trip to erase your negative-prints from my mind-retina capillaries wide screen TV
You still act up on occasion like a Flashdance ‘welder-by-day dancer-by-night’ injury playing like loops of ‘Coke vs Pepsi’

7
Bye-Bye Love
Had to break myself from my McQueen’s each-bounce-is-an-excuse-for-you baseball catching segregated prison.
To move on to a great escape solid-literate-sensible-logical-sane-love-sober-state living in the first person.

8
Bye-Bye Love
Had to kill you dead and let myself live – you could’ve been more, babe, than this, but, y’know, this is how it is…
I won. You lost. Ignorance is bliss – you don’t deserve it! - but I’ll put flowers on your grave though, from time to time, promise.

Ronberge (anno secundo)

Sad-Eyed and Soft and Grey

2007-02-20T07:45:00.000-08:00

Sad-Eyed and Soft and Grey

What Good Is This?

2007-02-20T07:41:00.000-08:00

What Good Is This?

I ask you:
What good is my promise,
When you're not here to hear it?
To love you, and only you, forever
When my body, my means, my life is finite?

I ask you:
What good is what I have inside,
When outside the package is all wrong?
Should I have tried not to hide,
When I should have all along?

I ask you:
What good is what I have to offer?
When I know you'll never ask.
How could we find the treasure
When we have to wear our masks?

I ask you:
What good saying I’m at your feet
Yet I won’t bend, won't call?
Both of us oaks, not reeds,
Neither of us yielding, standing tall.

I ask you:
What good are these futile words,
When chances are you won’t read this?
Why for me should there be such hurt
When for you there is no need for it?

Ronberge (anno secundo)

Love, Love and Love...

2007-02-20T04:42:00.000-08:00

Love, Love and Love...

Every one is each love

Some thing...

Some budy love god

Some budy love butterfly's

Some budy love dog's

Some budy love sex...!

Some budy love painting'S

Some budy love money

Somebudy something love

The life...

Something is hear

Many thing and anything

Love the men and women's

For life day's

Life is a not for life

Heart of love love

All ways love love....!

otteri selvakumar

A Divine Image

2007-02-20T04:39:00.000-08:00

A Divine Image

Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secresy the human dress.

The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace sealed,
The human heart its hungry gorge.

William Blake

Love Love Love..

2007-02-20T04:38:00.000-08:00

Love love love

Oh it's so easy to say -

'Give what you think you lack -
You feel unloved? Then give love, and love, and love...'...

On the other hand -
Do you have any better advice?

Michael Shepherd

Its love, its love, its love…

2007-02-20T04:36:00.001-08:00

Its love, its love, its love…

Its love, its love, its love-
I am going crazy, I am going mad;

Its so sensuous, its kind of
awesome and blithe
to be in love, to be in your thoughts;

Its love, its love, its love-
I am going crazy, I am going mad;

When I miss you, my heart feels the heat;
When I am with you, every
moment becomes sweet;

Its love, its love, its love-
I am going crazy, I am going mad;

Sans you my days become lengthier,
so do my nights turn out to be;
I am still in a maze which season is this;

Its love, its love, its love-
I am going crazy, I am going mad;

Simple words become splendid odes-
courtesy your so sweet ways, voice
and thoughts;

Its love, its love, its love-
I am going crazy, I am going mad;

- To my Love

Senthil Kumar

Lust, Lust, Lust, Always

2007-02-20T04:34:00.000-08:00

Lust, Lust, Lust, Always

THE DREAM

I make my way, through the heavily treed,
leaf covered path, I suddenly see you,
standing there, surrounded by wild flowers.
Behind you, a small stream, trembles it's way down
the mountainside. You are so radiantly beautiful,
I overflow, ache with love for you. No words are
spoken. I find myself bursting, for want of your love.
For the need to hold you...touch you.
Slowly, we make our way toward each other.

We meet amid a bed of soft, green moss.
Our hands reach out, touch, and as if in
slow motion, we find ourselves seated
on this bed of Gods making. Your lips
are moist, my heart pounding. Your breath
quickens, as the rise and fall of your full
breasts seem to try to free themselves.
I'm am inches from those lips, I have long
for. As you move toward me, we kiss.
A long, moist, tender... hungry kiss.
A kiss, that fulfills all the promises of
love. I feel myself, melting into your very soul.
I lay you gently back on the bed of green.
You touching the pulsating volcano
beneath my pants. I unbutton your blouse,
and free you from the thin veiled garment,
that had covered your hardened nipples.

For a brief moment, I stare at you.
Your breasts, moist with desire and your
eyes fill with love and the promise of ecstasy.
I tremble, as if a magnet, the brown circles of
desire, atop your milky white breasts, draw my lips,
to softly encircle your erect nipples.Your hands slide
behind my head, and crush my lips to your softness.
You rip open my pants, clutching the hard roundness, of
my throbbing flesh. I touch you in your most private part
and it is wet...wanting. We clutch, grab, explore
each other, like two wild animals. You open yourself
to me, and murmur, 'Now...now...please now.'
I can wait no longer, as my missile of love,
on the verge of exploding, seeks the inviting wetness,
between your legs. I can barely contain myself, then....

The phone rings. No! No! Not now!
It keeps ringing...ringing...ringing!
Keeper of dreams, I beg you...not now!
Please...not now!

The vision evaporates! I try to recapture
it. The phone, now sounding like an
alarm, persists. I have lost the dream.
I have lost...her.

Dammit! I curse the reality of the moment!

She knows, as do I, I will go to her again.
I can not give her up. For she has become
me...and I her.

Until tomorrow...or another day...or another
time...or another world.
It matters not where she is. I shall find her.
For she is my love...and I shall yet again,
go to her.

Joe Fazio (best of)

Love Could't Talk...

2007-02-20T04:00:00.000-08:00

Love Could't Talk...

I couldn’t talk non stop; for after a while; the
chords of my intricate throat started to hurt; and a
gruesome hoarseness besieged my persona,

I couldn’t walk non stop; for after a while; the soles
of my feet started to ache; and the conglomerate of
dreary bones in my body demanded celestial rest,

I couldn’t write non stop; for after a while; my
fingers swelled like a plump tomato; and the
disdainful sweat on my palms started to drip
obnoxiously on barren sheets of white paper,

I couldn’t stare non stop; for after a while; my
voluptuously soft cushion of lids fell down with a
sigh; and the whites of my eye were desperate to get
rid of the tumultuous stinging,

I couldn’t eat non stop; for after a while; the
tunnels of my stomach threatened to puke; and the buds
of my tongue abhorrently repulsed the most exotic of
taste,

I couldn’t dance non stop; for after a while; the
fantasy in my mind wholesomely subsided; and I
inevitably collapsed on soil for my nocturnal slumber
under the resplendent stars,

I couldn’t plough non stop; for after a while; the
acrimonious rays of the Sun stabbed me like a billion
needles; and the gallons of golden sweat which
dribbled; made me loose holistic degrees of control,

I couldn’t swim non stop; for after a while; the
tenacity in my arms seemed to be diminishing; and the
fathomless expanse of waters made me return back to
the heavenly shores,

I couldn’t party non stop; for after a while; the
pretentious smoke of cigar took its toll on my natural
nerves; and the sonorously manipulative style of
talking; assassinated all my raw exuberance in its
premature buds,

I couldn’t study non stop; for after a while; beads of
exasperation began to entrench me from all sides; and
life became nothing but a series of disastrously
monotonous equations to confront,

I couldn’t sing non stop; for after a while; all tunes
existing seemed to be puncturing me like fulminating
volcano's; and I lost complete identity of my very own
voice,

I couldn’t dream non stop; for after a while; the
pragmatic realities of life started to pinch me
overwhelmingly; and the penurious conditions which
currently engulfed me; obstructed me in my path of
transforming all my perceptions into a perpetual
reality,

I couldn’t fight non stop; for after a while;
realization dawned upon me that it was all baseless;
and I needed to contribute something towards
deteriorating mankind,

I couldn’t sleep non stop; for after a while; I felt
the blistering mid day sunshine filtering unbearably
through my eyes; and the framework of my countenance
became restless to be on the move,

I couldn’t drive non stop; for after a while; the
world outside became an incessantly revolving whiz;
and I frantically wanted to trespass at normal speeds
once again,
I couldn’t rule non stop; for after a while; I felt as
if I was completely losing my indigenous identity; and
the voice of my conscience commanded me to rest
blissfully in the lap of my revered mother,

I couldn’t focus non stop; for after a while; the
insurmountably restless urges in my soul got the
better of me; and I found myself pondering on
everything else; other than what I was supposed to
concentrate,

I couldn’t play non stop; for after a while; the will
to majestically survive made me march dynamically
towards the summit; slither with uninhibited passion;
to achieve all my goals in life,

I couldn’t hate non stop; for after a while; the
inexorably omnipotent voice of my mind condemned me
for my cowardly behavior; and the blood circulating in
my veins fomented me to embrace my fellow mates in
pain,

I couldn’t lie non stop; for after a while; an
astronomically ardent desire to disentangle myself
from this web of lechery; and my tongue candidly
conveyed its explicit set of ideals,

But there was only one virtue which I could do non
stop; and which not only I; but every entity with a
throbbing heart has been doing since centuries
immemorial; a virtue which even the greatest of God's
have bowed down too; a virtue which has its immoral
essence dissipated in every nook and cranny of this
boundless planet; O! yes I feel the richest man on
this earth to proclaim it as LOVE; LOVE AND SIMPLY
LOVE…….

Nikhil Parekh

Love, Love, Love, in Love...

2007-02-20T03:43:00.000-08:00

Love, Love, Love

i wish to be the air you breathe
love that floods your every cell
revitalising you, cheering you up
every second of your life

i love like the rush of the Nile, Yangtze -
listen, listen to this lovelorn heart,
holding on, letting go, holding on
with such tenacity to the hope
of every lovelorn night

an eclipse helps distill
my love for you,
seals your charms, allure
from the craving prying eyes
of world, precipitates that
momentuous silhouette,
escapade for me and you
sun and moon, yin and yang
to be totally absorbed
in bliss, in each other

love, love, love
if only i could be the only star
to win your fancy
for that sparkling while
heaven the world would become

john tiong chunghoo

Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love

2007-02-20T03:40:00.000-08:00

LOVE, LOVE, LOVE...

Love is not

Love...

Love is sex...!

Love is not

Love

Love is money...!

Love is not

Love....

Love is dream...!

Love is not

Love

Love is states...!

Love is not

Love

Love is sin....!

Love is not

Love

Love is funney...!

Love is not

Love

Love is religion...!

Love is not

Love

Love is nation...!

Love is not

Love

Love is black....!

Love is not

Love

Love is white...!

What is this....! ?

This is a list of love's

But..nothing....!

Love is a love

Upper the earth

And under the sky

For any thing with

EVERY thing for love love love

Making each one with love

Love love love...!

otteri selvakumar

Bye-Bye Love, part un - The Good

2007-02-20T03:39:00.000-08:00

Bye-Bye Love, part un - The Good

Bye-Bye Love
Hope that life is kinder to you
Than you’ve ever been to me

Bye-Bye Love
Hope the people are nicer to you
Than you’ve ever been to me

Bye-Bye Love
Hope you get more sympathy for you
Than you’ve ever shown me

Bye-Bye Love
Hope the world is better for you
Than you’ve ever been to me

Bye-Bye Love
Hope the grass is greener for you
Than the dry patch you’ve left me tending

Bye-Bye Love
Hope when I run into you
That you’ll still be smiling

Bye-Bye Love
Hope you don’t feel bad that losing you
Is what that got started me winning

Bye-Bye Love
Hope that you never realize this letter is for you
Even though you know it’s me who’s writing.

Ronberge (anno secundo)

Bye-Bye Love, part trois - The Ugly

2007-02-20T03:31:00.000-08:00

Bye-Bye Love, part trois - The Ugly

1
Bye-Bye Love
Yeah Babe, I heard it,
loud and clear
over the phone,
don’t think I didn’t.
You said ‘Oh, it’s you…’
but really meant to say
‘Fuck off, loser! ’,
(well, isn’t it true?)
only then I knew,
I knew that
what was love
then friendship
was now over
(And to say I trusted you)
Was I naïve or what?
Silly me!

2
Bye-Bye Love
I like to think of myself
(you know I like to often)
as an orphaned sock
in the dirty
overcrowded
laundry batch
Missing his other half
and looking earnestly
for the best fashionable mismatch
Cute little analogy?
Yeah right…
Silly me!

3
Bye-Bye Love
You know it’s funny…
how I think I went to this party
to forget about you
and bury you,
meet other people and,
y’know,
indulge in small talk
Instead I got stoned out on my ass
with a whole lotta of vodka.
Yep! Last thing I recall
was leaving the better part of your name
on the nearest available sidewalk
In retrospect
I think it was appropriate.
Maybe I overdid it?
Silly me!

4
Bye-Bye Love
As I crowded myself
in my bachelor pad
unfolding dates
with the likes of
Karen Price,
Roberta Vasquez and
Patricia Farinelli!
I sort of wondered:
What the hell did I ever see in you,
in your geography,
with your Saskatchewan
wheat field prairies?
(that means little or no mammaries)
Could it be I thought
you had a personality
to match
a good healthy pair of double Ds?
Silly me!

5
Bye-Bye Love
I sorta got used to the idea
of using your tombstone
someday
as a urinal
and thus pay my respects
with pouring warm
monthly golden rain.
And if I’m bran-fiber-regular …
(I guess I don’t need to go further)
Well y’know,
It’d help grow the flowers.
The risk is getting caught
With my pants down
Now wouldn’t that be silly?
Silly me!

6
Bye-Bye Love
It’s too bad the White upper-class graduate trash
in the high-motivational drones-are-us career program
won the day
Instead of a guy with the heart in the right place
but always a misplaced wallet-
you guessed it That’s me
(I mean, of course if your MOTHER said HE was Okay!)
Funny how I always thought
class was something one had inside
not something born into.
Silly me!

7
Bye-Bye Love
We spent most of our time together
kidding ourselves,
thinking that we could make a difference,
that we could have been more.
Now look at us:
You
chose to follow the path beaten for you
coming home to your trust fund,
the only partner faithful to you,
instead of dancing,
making bonfires with your feet,
leaving behind the material,
just trying your hardest
to become the perfect sell-out meta-whore
And Me,
I live day to day,
not knowing where I’m heading,
a pay check away from bankruptcy
(like I like to say sarcastically) ,
I should be building a lucrative career
but I just don’t give a shit!
Plus I get off writing this stuff,
Imagine that
what does that say!
And no
I’m not changing the world
or writing the next greatest novel…
or living up to my full ‘potential’
Silly me!

8
Bye-Bye Love
So…
Here I am
and what are you now to me?
Good question.
Hey I’ve got an answer.
(did you think I didn’t?)
Your memory
is something on which
I base many of my important decisions.
For instance
I never sleep with a girl less pretty than you
(fortunately you didn’t set the bar to high
added to the fact they make’em younger now)
and I always say to myself:
‘what would she do? ’
and then do the opposite.
Works for me!
What more can I say?
‘Instead of being in my bed
You’re in my head? ’
Naw, it’s been done
(I think therefore it must be)
Try this:
In the end you served your purpose well
I guess.
You were fertilizer. HA!
FERTILIZER! ! !
That’s all, baby,
Fertilizer for my life.
For my life to grow on.
And God know you were full of it!
What’s that?
When will I stop writing about ‘it’
and stop writing about ‘you’?
When I get ‘it’ and ‘you’ out of my system! ! !
But you know me…
Won’t be soon.
Silly me!

Ronberge (anno tercio)

Love, Love, Love, Love Love, Love, Love, And You

2007-02-20T03:29:00.000-08:00

Love, Love, Love, Love Love, Love, Love, And You

Have I Replaced You?

Have I replaced you? Replacing you would be
like trying to replace the sun...moon...stars and
replacing everything in life that brings a smile
to ones face.

Replacing you would remove all that is soft...
warm and that which represents love and all
that is worthwhile in life.

Replacing you would be akin to replacing the
energy that fuels another day. In the darkest of
hours, replacing you would remove the light of
hope that spurs one on.

Have I replaced you?
Never...not for all time to come and one day
thereafter... if there be such time.

Joe Fazio (best of)

Love, Love, Love, in Love...

2007-02-20T03:27:00.000-08:00

Love, Love, Love, in Love...

Love is the salt, in the life-meal
If you taste it unsalted, many times hurt you feel

Love is something real, you cant pretend
If you have no feelings, give it an end

Love is a combination, that join two
Makes them one with passion true

Love is to feel good with all your deeds
When the phrase 'crazy change' your life leeds

Yiannis Baki

love love love love love Rapid Interpretation EKG

2007-02-20T03:25:00.000-08:00

love love love love love Rapid Interpretation EKG

Nurse reads under orange banded cover,
You and me quiver string theory bond.
Wedding ring stem caresses my forehead,
fondling night’s red raspberry Braille hickey.
Teddy Teddy Teddy louder than eternity,
hand pressing agonized spot. Yesterday
weeping omission to spell my dumb name,
your Birthday Letters dedication forgetting

my jealous clamor. Reproaching for words,
imagining I could have read more earlier,
perhaps my heart could have been pierced,
tumbling locked oven for your burning coal.
You could have held me as I fell to pieces,
tears splattering, a smoldering fire growing.
Only your heart heaved our ghosts that day,
with Frieda and Nicholas still ahead of me.

You were shocked as if twenty minutes late!
EVERY SINGLE WORD WAS TO YOU!

How slow I walked outside yesterday holding,
Bliss Carmen’s biography scanning Julie,
bleeding my heart to see your consumption,
in another other than me, I didn’t finish,
for you tore your browning book from me!
Telling me you felt she embodied my soul.
It happens sometimes, longing so desperate.
You understand me. Hear my hands cringe.

Moping to mirror seeking to strip jealousy,
crippling emotion that sabotaged marriage!
I begged. Take away this feeling! Stop me!
I give you freedom my heart must still learn,
as a prettier one walked behind this mirror.
After I raised my face groping for you Teddy.
You were there, demanding I look at myself.
Timidly I lowered my eyes surprising vision.

I saw pure love glowing palest white petals,
eyes holding humble oceans for tender life,
fair hair less ugly than earlier mess observed,
wave moving back pulled by a magnetism.
Behind my small ivy leaves you held me up,
pleading, “LOOK AT WHO I LOVE.”

Dawn Sheryl Koenig

- Ah Love, Love, … Love, Love, Love, Love, Love.

2007-02-20T03:23:00.000-08:00

- Ah Love, Love, … Love, Love, Love, Love, Love.

What is it with Love
That makes me
then breaks me?

When in love
Do I truly love?

Is it really love
Or do I think that I love?

Maybe I just love being in love
Or love the idea of being in love?

I spent my whole life chasing love.
In the end the one thing I truly love
Could just be the meir pursuit of love.

Ronberge (anno primo)

love love love love love Oh Water

2007-02-20T03:21:00.000-08:00

Your roars undo my rocky coast,
sea caves filled with salt.

Churning me with your rapture,
draping me in your passion.

You wash beneath my feet,
swirling lost in undertows.

Me dropping deep, deep, deep.
Tumbling forward your whispers,

climbing back on me again.
Pushing further until I yield,

nodding, nuzzling me, leaning
over, wet as meaty breath

roaming upwards to a place,
opening like a fish mouth.

Tongue pressing against me,
touching what you have found.

Making me cry, slipping away,
with promises until return.

Stretching outspread arms,
trying to stay, to hold, to wrap

over me, but then you drain,
further distance still away.

Some part of me is caught,
enfolded in your hush, crash!

Uncovering rough edges,
leaving me a stripped oyster,

bed stealing seaweed sheets.
All upon shore, jagged stones,

stern coarseness softened,
when you wrap yourself here.

Take me again oh salt water.
Come back, I envy you.

Dawn Sheryl Koenig

love love love love love Groundsel Flowers

2007-02-20T03:20:00.000-08:00

To him earth was his erotic bed chamber,
mattresses long grass of green horsehair,

love love love love love Groundsel Flowers

with naked women, sex and star gazing,
dreaming clouds of his semen in heaven.

Verdant ground his maiden’s clothes,
opened with magical knobs on mounds,

breasts fenced in yielding hula skirts
(softer than white picket strike fence

of his wife with her old twin pom pom
cheerleader’s bed coverlet, her beside

his woven plaid bedspread intersections) .
Groundsel hedging them in yellow rays,

little suns of musk, wild passionate herds,
like buffaloes he stormed this open prairie.

His animal running inside him snorting fast,
away from his wife as he sinks in another,

pulsing where these two leg roads meet
moistened with dew, sweat on flower pleats.

Steam rising from their slick trunked heat,
his second set of palms this rare spring day,

pressing him into her viginal grub mullusk,
letting him take root with single Argus eye.

She becomes his universe, he is a meteor,
falling into a new crater, like a speck of salt

into an undressed wound sharing experience,
making home a disease groundsel can’t cure.

Groundsel flowers beside sex and lust married,
groundsel flowers, sex and lust, sex and lust.

Dawn Sheryl Koenig

love love love love love Vow of Poverty

2007-02-20T03:18:00.000-08:00

love love love love love Vow of Poverty

Today I sauntered past your old weaving shop,
remembering my surrendering love,

willing to fulfill you
because you believed
everything erotic as gentle as you,

every book on the wall seducing us together,
into each other’s arms wrapped in divinity

of pure love...
I’ve seen no other,
as wise as you, beautiful beyond belief,

but now times separate our many shared beds,
ecstasy remaining at the tips of our tongues.

I see your shop changed
into a sprawling florist,
a butcher’s porn shop with flowers cut for sale,

where no one will find us,
for every spring our love blossoms,
wild colours joined in our dreams,

on a remote grassy hill,
beneath circling dragon flies with curious butterflies near,
sun streaming heavens.

Dawn Sheryl Koenig

Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love

2007-02-19T22:35:00.000-08:00

Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love

Weep Not For Me

Do not weep for me when I no longer dwell
among the wonders of the earth; for my larger
self is free, and my soul rejoices on the other
side of pain...on the other side of darkness.

Do not weep for me, for I am a ray of sunshine
that touches your skin, a tropical breeze
upon your face, the hush of joy within your heart
and the innocence of babes in mothers arms.
I am the hope in a darkened night. And, in your
hour of need, I will be there to comfort you.
I will share your tears, your joys, your fears,
your disappointments and your triumphs.

Do not weep for me, for I am cradled
in the arms of God. I walk with the angels,
and hear the music beyond the stars.

Do not weep for me, for I am within you;
I am peace, love, I am a soft wind that caresses
the flowers. I am the calm that follows a
raging storm. I am an autumns leaf that floats
among the garden of God, and I am pure
white snow that softly falls upon your hand.

Do not weep for me, for I shall never die,
as long as you remember me...
with a smile and a sigh.

Joe Fazio