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 bodhisatva Send message Joined: 24 Jun 13 Posts: 98 Credit: 33,812 RAC: 0 |
UGLY... Life is a reality, welcome to the real zone... If you choose the lost path, no point to cry n moan... Good n bad go hand in hand, like ice cream n the cone... While beauty is just skin deep, Ugly goes straight till the bone... |
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bodhisatva Send message Joined: 24 Jun 13 Posts: 98 Credit: 33,812 RAC: 0 |
PAIN... To reach a great height a person needs to have great depth... Promises are meant to be broken, as much as they are meant to be kept... Those who enjoy Pain, did never sorrowfully wept... Pain n pleasure two sides of a coin, better that you accept... Nobody will ever be eternally happy, and so far no one yet... |
Jim Martin   Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2481 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 
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Permit a response to Post-Modernism: Kaleidoscope "Do you like the present paradigm, my dear?" "You don't?" "It's been a while since the kaleidoscope has been turned." "Why don't you rotate it?" "The direction really doesn't matter, you know." "Do you like the new pattern?" "We'll not move it, then, until it becomes mundane." * * * j. r. martin 10 August 2013 |
celttooth  Send message Joined: 21 Nov 99 Posts: 26503 Credit: 28,583,098 RAC: 0 
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It is dark now: My heart sees like my eyes: Luminous. |
Julie  Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34060 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 
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Freedom of speech Freedom of speech Our only freedom left The freedom to speak our minds The freedom to speak out against our leaders The freedom to say what we want But wait... We don't say what we want We censor ourselves How can we speak without knowing the words? How can we talk without speaking our minds? Afraid of society Censorship isn't done by our leaders We do it ourselves What if we would stand up when the government censors us What if we would stand up when our freedom depends on it What if we would stand up when our hearts tell us to Why don't we do it right now? JD(2013) rOZZ Music Pictures |
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Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2481 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0
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Memories, of Bio. lab. . . Bugs R Us The sound of flies made quite a din. For their demise: Sweet formalin. * * * j. r. martin 21 August 2013 |
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Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34060 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18
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A Museum Discovery Beautiful, Jim! rOZZ Music Pictures |
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Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2481 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0
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Tears of Glass Ten thousand suns turned sand to glass. Creation's end, a nation's last. It's children, men -- their tears, of glass. A world, gone numb. Reprieve, at last. * * * j. r. martin 17 August 2013 |
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bodhisatva Send message Joined: 24 Jun 13 Posts: 98 Credit: 33,812 RAC: 0 |
IT'S ALIVE! IT'S ALIVE! Thought it was a poets graveyard, But thee Corner has started to rock hard... Seldom found ghostly traces of the past, But finally many beating hearts at last... Although pain n memories seem to be the flavors of the house, Lately I am pretty fed up playing the cat n mouse... A flock of birds, Pride of lions, A Wolf Pack, All ye fine poetic souls, Welcome Back! |
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Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34060 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18
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Words Why are words so beautiful to write? They can turn our mood from dark into light. Why can words touch our heart? They make us glow or tear us apart. What makes us choose word combinations? Creating a meaning, or certain sensations. What makes us understand the words we write? Our individual interpretation of words in a flight. Interpretation and association of words in a chain. Our treasure of creativity, our precious brain. JD (2013) rOZZ Music Pictures |
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Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2481 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0
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True, Julie. Perhaps, to create is to pluck the fabric of the universe. Resonances. . . |
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Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2481 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0
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Sports Event The game concluded, and the fans swarmed onto the field. The problem: How to get them off the field, in order to play the next game. * * * j. r. martin 31 August 2013 |
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bodhisatva Send message Joined: 24 Jun 13 Posts: 98 Credit: 33,812 RAC: 0 |
GRANDPAA Many, many years ago, when I was twenty-three... I got married to a widow, who was as pretty as one could be... This widow had a grown-up daughter, who had her hair of red... My father fell in love with her, and soon the two were wed... This made my dad my son-in-law, and changed my very life... My daughter was now my mother, for she was my father's wife... To complicate the matter further, although it brought me joy... I soon became the proud father, of a bouncing little baby boy... My little baby ultimately became, a brother-in-law to my dad... And so he became my uncle, thus it made me very sad... For if he was my uncle, then that also made him brother... To the widow's grown up daughter who, of course, was my step-mother... Father's wife then had a son, who kept them on the chase and run... And so simply he became my grandson, for he was my red hair daughter's son... My wife is now my mother's mother, and it makes me really go blue... Because, although she is my pretty wife, but she's my grandma too... If my wife is my grandmother, then I am her grandchild... And every time I think of it, it simply drives me wild... For now I have surely become, the strangest case you ever saw... As the husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa...! (source of inspiration - copycat pasterat) |
Daniel Michel  Send message Joined: 2 Feb 04 Posts: 14925 Credit: 1,378,607 RAC: 6
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"Serenity" i hear you singing cross my heart i feel you dreaming i'm torn apart teach me from the distance touch my heart even as i'm sinking you take my part tell me your reason make me smile i'll be here waiting like a child (2006 db michel)  PROUD TO BE TFFE! |
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Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34060 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18
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My mind with transparancy i decline even myself, a light so bright, it hurts my core. my life, a beautiful composition of colours.... but still ice cold beneath the surface, i dance to the beat of life, stumble, get up again, fall, get up again. passionate and bewildered i see what lies ahead. this road of questionable deniability, for what i don't know i can't account for. with stride i choose my path, i look up, darkness covers me. i favour the welcoming light, but fear to dance in the light of truth. with good conciousness i lied, tied the ones i loved and danced to my beat. no truth can unfold the lies i've seen, no lie can set me free. while sitting here and pondering my choices, i search deep within myself to find any cause. dreams come while wide awake, but sleepless in my dreams they take me away. this unrelenting pounding within, it's killing me, torturing me. can i coexist with light and shadow? JD (2013) rOZZ Music Pictures |
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bodhisatva Send message Joined: 24 Jun 13 Posts: 98 Credit: 33,812 RAC: 0 |
KILLER... There's been a murder a woman was killed, found in a bathtub partially filled.... A pair of policemen went into the house, and questioned the poor woman's spouse.... He'd just come home from working all night, and found her like that a terrible sight.... The younger policeman looked on with dismay, He'd never forget that terrible day... He saw the young woman from behind the door, and empty milk cartons all over the floor... Scattered strawberries slices of fruit, and spoon full of sugar and honey to boot... Who could have done this terrible thing, His voice had a horrified pitiful ring... Just look at the clues replied Sargent Miller, It looks like the work of a cereal killer... (Inspiration - CopyCat PasteRat) |
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Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2481 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0
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The 100th Post The 100th post, and, what does it mean? A chance to win fame, or, just let of steam? The 100th post, and, were might it lead? to fresh views of life, or, custom, to heed? The 100th post, but, with no end in sight? View hand-prints, on caves, for perspective, set right. The future casts shadows, from poetry's light. * * * j. r. martin 4 September 2013 |
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Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34060 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18
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Now you're gone I’m walking through our forest again and i’m waiting for the sun. The birds are quiet, they don’t sing their melody but i still know how it sounds. I’m sitting on our stone, Where we used to wait for dusk. The rain is cold ,heaven’s grey It seems just like yesterday, i was sitting at your grave. Where will i see you again? Asking for coincidence. When will i kiss you again? No more feeling alone I watch the sun, he passes by I don’t feel his warmth anymore because now you’r gone... and i can’t see tomorrow. No last words to say, only memories remain. A farewell and then my path goes for ever on. JD (2013) rOZZ Music Pictures |
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bodhisatva Send message Joined: 24 Jun 13 Posts: 98 Credit: 33,812 RAC: 0 |
A MUGGING When my guard was down, They attacked from behind... With a blow to the head, now I wake up to find... There's a sort of red mist, In front of one eye... My tongue is gone rubbery, And my mouth is all dry... A part of my head, Floats on its own... It pains when I move, And makes me groan... My stomach and its contents, Have ceased to be friends... And are now parting ways, Via both my ends... I ought to get up, But frightened to try... Just want to lie here, And hope that I die... I cannot understand how, I came to be caught... By those two nasty muggers, Red wine and port... (CopyCat PasteRat) |
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Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2481 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0
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Some musings, after reading Fanny Howe's "Second Childhood", Poetry, magazine, Sept. 2013, pp. 497-500: Egos Questions: Do large egos seek acclaim, from strangers -- and, small egos seek acclaim, from friends? Do egos alternatively wax, then wane? Would friends become strangers, and, then, friends, again? * * * j. r. martin 7 September 2013 |
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