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To Poet
Oh Poet! Cherish not too much the people’s love.
That fleeting noise of rapturous shouts won’t last;
Fool’s judgment will you hear, throng will laugh,
Stay firm instead and cool, in gloom entranced.
You’re king: you live alone. On road of lore
Walk following your free, unbridled mind,
Perfecting fruits of your beloved thoughts,
Not asking for reward for noble deeds of yours.
Reward - it dwells in you. Yourself – a court supreme,
Can judge your work by strict appraisal of your will,
Are you, severe judge, contented with its worth?
Contented if you are let crowd scold and whip
And spit on altar where your flame is lit,
And shake in childish playfulness your tripod!
That fleeting noise of rapturous shouts won’t last;
Fool’s judgment will you hear, throng will laugh,
Stay firm instead and cool, in gloom entranced.
You’re king: you live alone. On road of lore
Walk following your free, unbridled mind,
Perfecting fruits of your beloved thoughts,
Not asking for reward for noble deeds of yours.
Reward - it dwells in you. Yourself – a court supreme,
Can judge your work by strict appraisal of your will,
Are you, severe judge, contented with its worth?
Contented if you are let crowd scold and whip
And spit on altar where your flame is lit,
And shake in childish playfulness your tripod!
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
A translation of Alexander Pushkin’s “To Poet”. I can’t agree more with the poet: we are the first judges of our own poems, cause we know better what they are about, so don’t wrack your nerves because of others’ critique, which may be biased in most cases, but if critique is constructive better give it a thought.
The Mysterious God
In the stars I find myself wondering who I am and who I will become. In those moments I find my solice and feel one with the universe that surround me.
In my pain I find my joy that I have been missing and reflect in corners I never ventured before. Those are the moments that I feel I am connected not to people but something above them all.
In there I find meaning in the majestic realm and in myself. What is life I dare ask ?
Is it a spark of light similar to the stars that coat and brighten our nights.. What is the result of our struggles , would all the efforts truly worth the pain in the end?
Well the answers to all human doubt is in those shining stars that existed long before us and were witness to secrets untold. Through eyes of fantasy and only with our mind we can only taste a fragment of that power that gave us life.
God is not human and neither a consequence , it is the imensity of each of those stars in the universe. He is the depth of the darkest seas were in it we find fear but in that depth we also discover mystery that intrigue us to know more.
Therefore we find what God can be in the wierdest of creatures that light up the sea and in the many questions we ask, we are closer to him.
I beleive God resides in our mind constant and strong showing us his wonders pushing us even to the limits . And in that edge of despiration we may find him and in him we can become something more. In that light that was the beginning of us all.
by Alice Attard
In my pain I find my joy that I have been missing and reflect in corners I never ventured before. Those are the moments that I feel I am connected not to people but something above them all.
In there I find meaning in the majestic realm and in myself. What is life I dare ask ?
Is it a spark of light similar to the stars that coat and brighten our nights.. What is the result of our struggles , would all the efforts truly worth the pain in the end?
Well the answers to all human doubt is in those shining stars that existed long before us and were witness to secrets untold. Through eyes of fantasy and only with our mind we can only taste a fragment of that power that gave us life.
God is not human and neither a consequence , it is the imensity of each of those stars in the universe. He is the depth of the darkest seas were in it we find fear but in that depth we also discover mystery that intrigue us to know more.
Therefore we find what God can be in the wierdest of creatures that light up the sea and in the many questions we ask, we are closer to him.
I beleive God resides in our mind constant and strong showing us his wonders pushing us even to the limits . And in that edge of despiration we may find him and in him we can become something more. In that light that was the beginning of us all.
by Alice Attard
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Posted: Jul 2015
About this poem:
...
The Frisian Mare
Boundless the wild pony runs
Her mane hub across infantile horizon
It vex to the rising cusp.
Ambiguity govern the filly
Instincts scorch the bridge of time
The wind bends to her charging hoof.
The stallion rise to gallantry
Steady gate power toward destiny
She commands supremacy as a brilliant mare.
Her mane hub across infantile horizon
It vex to the rising cusp.
Ambiguity govern the filly
Instincts scorch the bridge of time
The wind bends to her charging hoof.
The stallion rise to gallantry
Steady gate power toward destiny
She commands supremacy as a brilliant mare.
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Posted: May 2013
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"Big Brother" is NOT on your side
"Big Brother" is NOT on your side - Feb 16, 2010
Jim Magee - Poet of the "Common" Man
Dedicated to all my "brothers and sisters" - world-wide
All you who think, when you get "down on your luck"
That you're government cares about you
You just need a little mind re-structure
What the hell's the matter with you?
The more you make, the more they will take
And it's not even about being fair
It's all about their bloody job security
And about you, they don't really care
It's all very sad but nothing ever seems to change
And it's got nothing to do with your age
It's got to do with "obscure hidden laws"
Written on an unknown page
They always come up with some outlandish rules
That disallow you from getting paid
All the while their life, is going just fine
But you'll never know how much they've made
They make the rules that to them don't apply
While they're telling you to "tighten your belt"
And the rules they impose, for others to follow
for them, they are never even felt
the rules that they make don't affect them at all
So it's easy to understand why
They never relate to your difficult life
And they're not even willing to try
You can cry all you want, but understand this
They're simply "out of the loop"
They could care less about your position in life
They won't be jumping those hoops
Nothing will change, till you all figure out that
"The many are greater than the few"
If you'd all get together as The "Family of Man"
You could change things, if you really wanted to
Together - you could make it happen - if you wanted!
lt
The rules that they make for others to follow
Jim Magee - Poet of the "Common" Man
Dedicated to all my "brothers and sisters" - world-wide
All you who think, when you get "down on your luck"
That you're government cares about you
You just need a little mind re-structure
What the hell's the matter with you?
The more you make, the more they will take
And it's not even about being fair
It's all about their bloody job security
And about you, they don't really care
It's all very sad but nothing ever seems to change
And it's got nothing to do with your age
It's got to do with "obscure hidden laws"
Written on an unknown page
They always come up with some outlandish rules
That disallow you from getting paid
All the while their life, is going just fine
But you'll never know how much they've made
They make the rules that to them don't apply
While they're telling you to "tighten your belt"
And the rules they impose, for others to follow
for them, they are never even felt
the rules that they make don't affect them at all
So it's easy to understand why
They never relate to your difficult life
And they're not even willing to try
You can cry all you want, but understand this
They're simply "out of the loop"
They could care less about your position in life
They won't be jumping those hoops
Nothing will change, till you all figure out that
"The many are greater than the few"
If you'd all get together as The "Family of Man"
You could change things, if you really wanted to
Together - you could make it happen - if you wanted!
lt
The rules that they make for others to follow
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
Just another 5 minute "Life" lesson"Rush Hour 3 or 4"
JackieFan's Girl told him these days He is a Dangerous driver.Confident in Himself and His carefull abilities He smile at such pop star remark.
JackieFun had a bad feeling all week but with his karate style said if a stunt goes rong..is just the way it is.
In the last moment TheStellarSherrie or Sherriff or Shariff..no no Omar He had had STYLe,asked for a performance a le Taekwando for JackieVan.
Rush to don't be late Jackie Chuckie pushed his Baby to the limits almoust to reach speed of light.Of course the inevitable happen' and the Baby with Jackie who now became Puppy couldn't control the speed and after spining like Soccer ball ..both wake up on the side of the road or ''Out of space'' like Appolo 444.
Couldn't speak or do any kind of move the Baby collapse and JackieNowStanAndBran with a Brownie in His panties touching Himself like Scarry groovie made a big Cross and took a big Breath.
The Riders around stoped to give a hand or to offer some water..but Jackie-san insist members'' are still in good condition,He had and still has a lot of honest appreciation for Every KindThought and from now ''ll think Don't rush or You'll gonna get brush'' or blush''.
JackieFun had a bad feeling all week but with his karate style said if a stunt goes rong..is just the way it is.
In the last moment TheStellarSherrie or Sherriff or Shariff..no no Omar He had had STYLe,asked for a performance a le Taekwando for JackieVan.
Rush to don't be late Jackie Chuckie pushed his Baby to the limits almoust to reach speed of light.Of course the inevitable happen' and the Baby with Jackie who now became Puppy couldn't control the speed and after spining like Soccer ball ..both wake up on the side of the road or ''Out of space'' like Appolo 444.
Couldn't speak or do any kind of move the Baby collapse and JackieNowStanAndBran with a Brownie in His panties touching Himself like Scarry groovie made a big Cross and took a big Breath.
The Riders around stoped to give a hand or to offer some water..but Jackie-san insist members'' are still in good condition,He had and still has a lot of honest appreciation for Every KindThought and from now ''ll think Don't rush or You'll gonna get brush'' or blush''.
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
Thanks for passing by .WOMAN WITH THE TATOOED HANDS
I used to know this woman who had the most beautiful
tattooes on the top sides of both of her hands
She was forty-three years old and as far as I know
had never yet been with a man
It's not that she wasn't attractive;
she was beautiful, but it was the way that she interacted
She was aggresively passive to the point where she
would've intimidated any mitt that ever tried to catch it
on the right hand she had a tattooe of a nude girl
she claimed it is what God resembled
but on the left she had a mirrored image of the same female
and this one she explained looked like the devil
I remember once watching her touch her own breasts
how the tattooes smiled as they stared down her stomach
as if anticipating when they'd be allowed to caress
the sweet flower that they both seemed too hungry (sweet flower)
Now maybe I was high but it felt so right
heaven and hell both take to this woman's womb
It didn't make sense how she could commence
touching herself with me wide awake in the same room
but if I've learned anything in my years
I learned I no longer believe in surprise
but what happened next damn near stold my tears
the tattooes came alive right in front of my eyes
they both slowly stood up and climbed off her hands
and showed me why she never took some time with a man
they climbed deep inside of this woman's garden
she closed her eyes and she gently bit her bottom lip
I stepped I left and I don't regret leaving
and I'd never forget all the things I saw that evening
a glimpse of religion a piece of coming closer
to understanding more about what intrigues me most
I didn't get turned on I just got turned
I wasn't as aroused as I was concerned
for each one of em I've hurt
and every time I've been burned
I've got a lot to teach but even more to learn
so now I keep my eyes open hoping to take in all I can
about women taking in all she can
And for as long as I breathe I'll save receipt in my memory
for that woman with the tattooed hands
There's good and evil in each individual fire
Identifies needs and feeds our desire
As long as we keep our spirit inspired
She can bite her bottom lip all she wants
tattooes on the top sides of both of her hands
She was forty-three years old and as far as I know
had never yet been with a man
It's not that she wasn't attractive;
she was beautiful, but it was the way that she interacted
She was aggresively passive to the point where she
would've intimidated any mitt that ever tried to catch it
on the right hand she had a tattooe of a nude girl
she claimed it is what God resembled
but on the left she had a mirrored image of the same female
and this one she explained looked like the devil
I remember once watching her touch her own breasts
how the tattooes smiled as they stared down her stomach
as if anticipating when they'd be allowed to caress
the sweet flower that they both seemed too hungry (sweet flower)
Now maybe I was high but it felt so right
heaven and hell both take to this woman's womb
It didn't make sense how she could commence
touching herself with me wide awake in the same room
but if I've learned anything in my years
I learned I no longer believe in surprise
but what happened next damn near stold my tears
the tattooes came alive right in front of my eyes
they both slowly stood up and climbed off her hands
and showed me why she never took some time with a man
they climbed deep inside of this woman's garden
she closed her eyes and she gently bit her bottom lip
I stepped I left and I don't regret leaving
and I'd never forget all the things I saw that evening
a glimpse of religion a piece of coming closer
to understanding more about what intrigues me most
I didn't get turned on I just got turned
I wasn't as aroused as I was concerned
for each one of em I've hurt
and every time I've been burned
I've got a lot to teach but even more to learn
so now I keep my eyes open hoping to take in all I can
about women taking in all she can
And for as long as I breathe I'll save receipt in my memory
for that woman with the tattooed hands
There's good and evil in each individual fire
Identifies needs and feeds our desire
As long as we keep our spirit inspired
She can bite her bottom lip all she wants
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
Enjoy folks, any questions or feedback much appreciated.
Whats missing?
Found this a bit ago, it's so hard to do, you may catch on an you may not, try it and if you go into it you just might know what it's all about, catching on to it or you just thinking it's a group of nothing on script, now I'd not bring you through this without fun in thought, you will soon find whats missing in this, to hint would throw it all away, i just may do so at a point, this was on script . . . in a similar format only it was a book full from front to back, an missing it too:)
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
Ah a little puzzle in words. :)
death onto life
ark ark when a crow is near you believe death is here,
when death is near people fear the plaque that runs in fear,
when white water runs its path fear will be apposed with strengh,
planes fly high with strengh and might with a lion strong roar,
a lions roar with all its might is only as good as a ford made right,
a ford made right will race into the night only to be beaten by holden,
holden`s might doesnt need a light for into the night its open drive,
its open drive so fast tonight even death will get a fright,
when death gets a fright its to adjust his life and make things right,
so tonight you might get a fright tommorow`s day you begin new life,
live it like a party tonight as tommorow night you could be gone or even to old to move.
when death is near people fear the plaque that runs in fear,
when white water runs its path fear will be apposed with strengh,
planes fly high with strengh and might with a lion strong roar,
a lions roar with all its might is only as good as a ford made right,
a ford made right will race into the night only to be beaten by holden,
holden`s might doesnt need a light for into the night its open drive,
its open drive so fast tonight even death will get a fright,
when death gets a fright its to adjust his life and make things right,
so tonight you might get a fright tommorow`s day you begin new life,
live it like a party tonight as tommorow night you could be gone or even to old to move.
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Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
just something i felt need to write as i watch ice truckers tonight.
Centre of Memory
Tata Rolihlahla Nelson Mandela
July 18, 1918 - December 5, 2013
given a life of promise
turning it into service
to fight for justice
given a lawyer’s education
turning into a warrior
to fight injustice
given a prison sentence
turning it into freedom
to fight ignorance
given a number 466/64
turning it into a legacy
to fight disease
given a name “troublemaker”
turning its meaning to honour
to fight dishonour
given a strong voice
turning its words into salvation
to heal a country of its wounds
given a name “Tata”
turning its love into service
to fight for the human family.
July 18, 1918 - December 5, 2013
given a life of promise
turning it into service
to fight for justice
given a lawyer’s education
turning into a warrior
to fight injustice
given a prison sentence
turning it into freedom
to fight ignorance
given a number 466/64
turning it into a legacy
to fight disease
given a name “troublemaker”
turning its meaning to honour
to fight dishonour
given a strong voice
turning its words into salvation
to heal a country of its wounds
given a name “Tata”
turning its love into service
to fight for the human family.
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
on International Nelson Mandela Dayin honour and celebration of Madiba's 95th birthday
and
his and Graca Machel's 15th wedding anniversary
December 5, 2013:
Though his body now rests in peace, may the example of his life and his ever-present spirit continue to inspire and guide us to justice for all.
Leaving
I sit at home and wonder now
of this adventure I must take
to leave this country now
will be a case of make or break
A paradise island in the sun
my tropical destination
it sounds too good to be true
why is there hesitation
I have to leave this place now
which has been home to me
for this could be my last chance
my last chance to be free
there is nothing here now
no reason for me to stay
and that is reason enough
for me to go away
I don't know if I am running
running away from home
or whether I am running
to a new life of my own
I have nothing left to lose
I lost it all before
it's time to start anew
start by walking out the door
I will have a funeral service
to bury the past
and think of old friends
as I raise up my glass
one last farewell to my lost love
the one who broke my heart
to move on once and for all
and make a brand new start.
of this adventure I must take
to leave this country now
will be a case of make or break
A paradise island in the sun
my tropical destination
it sounds too good to be true
why is there hesitation
I have to leave this place now
which has been home to me
for this could be my last chance
my last chance to be free
there is nothing here now
no reason for me to stay
and that is reason enough
for me to go away
I don't know if I am running
running away from home
or whether I am running
to a new life of my own
I have nothing left to lose
I lost it all before
it's time to start anew
start by walking out the door
I will have a funeral service
to bury the past
and think of old friends
as I raise up my glass
one last farewell to my lost love
the one who broke my heart
to move on once and for all
and make a brand new start.
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Posted: Jul 2011
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