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911
After the disaster
my heartbreaks,
Simply struck
by a swan gliding
over Mirror Lake.
These are moments
I awake!
Surprising me passed
Time and Space.
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my heartbreaks,
Simply struck
by a swan gliding
over Mirror Lake.
These are moments
I awake!
Surprising me passed
Time and Space.
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Posted: Jan 2022
About this poem:
The term aesthetic arrest was first used by James Joyce in his book A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. The philosopher, historian and theologian Joseph Campbell, also a Joyce scholar, explained aesthetic arrest as,"A simple beholding of the object... you experience a radiance. You are held in aesthetic arrest. This radiance, the perception of beauty, is regarded as a communication of the hidden power behind the world, shining through some physical form."
2 Million Stars
I saw you sitting in the front of the post office.
You've said that you're waiting for someone.
Someone who will bring you a bag
of 2 million of stars in the sky.
I thought you must be dreaming.
You must be one of that dreamer.
The one who never touch the earth.
And dance in to a circle of life.
I thought you must be someone from another planet
called 'QRCCOZ-1-12'.
You must be one kind of alien
that will destroy humanity.
But i was wrong.
You're really looking for
someone who bring you
that bag.
And i am just a scum bag.
Maybe.
Knowing nothing in your hand.
Or your heart.
Well..i hope your 2 million stars
will made you happy.
Hasta la vista, Amigo.
Jakarta 2019
You've said that you're waiting for someone.
Someone who will bring you a bag
of 2 million of stars in the sky.
I thought you must be dreaming.
You must be one of that dreamer.
The one who never touch the earth.
And dance in to a circle of life.
I thought you must be someone from another planet
called 'QRCCOZ-1-12'.
You must be one kind of alien
that will destroy humanity.
But i was wrong.
You're really looking for
someone who bring you
that bag.
And i am just a scum bag.
Maybe.
Knowing nothing in your hand.
Or your heart.
Well..i hope your 2 million stars
will made you happy.
Hasta la vista, Amigo.
Jakarta 2019
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Posted: Jun 2019
About this poem:
I looking at the sky outside my room and its dark. *Ok, it was night*I think we need 2 million stars to made it bright. LOL.
online today!Convict Chains
Our Nation young;-
Though still bound,
By convict chains;-
To feel that
Flogging blood;-
That goes down,
Through generations;-
And through
The years;-
Crime is in the blood,
They say;-
Bad genes.
Down through generations.
The bitter spite,
Against authority.
The gambler's curse,
And no one
Wants to go to jail.
We will fight you,
In Sydney.
All those Larrikins
And Hard Men
Nights spent drinking,
And brawling, in the Rocks
Now soft sounds returned;-
As the waves smack,
Against the Quay;-
Long ago;-
All those guts and gore.
And the flailing of the Cat*
On this newfound shore.
To see Police,
And still, hackles come up;-
Like a dog before a fight,
In bridled frenzy.
And Foveaux**,
On Norfolk Island was;-
The salty air;
And the salty taste of blood.
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Though still bound,
By convict chains;-
To feel that
Flogging blood;-
That goes down,
Through generations;-
And through
The years;-
Crime is in the blood,
They say;-
Bad genes.
Down through generations.
The bitter spite,
Against authority.
The gambler's curse,
And no one
Wants to go to jail.
We will fight you,
In Sydney.
All those Larrikins
And Hard Men
Nights spent drinking,
And brawling, in the Rocks
Now soft sounds returned;-
As the waves smack,
Against the Quay;-
Long ago;-
All those guts and gore.
And the flailing of the Cat*
On this newfound shore.
To see Police,
And still, hackles come up;-
Like a dog before a fight,
In bridled frenzy.
And Foveaux**,
On Norfolk Island was;-
The salty air;
And the salty taste of blood.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
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Posted: Jul 2019
About this poem:
* The Cat "O" Nine Tails (a whip used to punish convicts).** Foveaux, a particularly cruel Govenor; in charge of the convict settlement on Norfolk Island.
online today!Hot Rush
She holds relief;
In her hand;-
A few white grains of rice.
And down that river,
Now she flows;-
Forgetting all her vice.
Just half a minute;-
(Now before),
Her pain;-
It was so real.
Then the soft rose,
A plume of blood;-
And nothing now is sore.
She once believed in Castles,
And of fairies, and of Princes.
Now all she has,
Is this hot rush;-
And a dirty rented room.
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In her hand;-
A few white grains of rice.
And down that river,
Now she flows;-
Forgetting all her vice.
Just half a minute;-
(Now before),
Her pain;-
It was so real.
Then the soft rose,
A plume of blood;-
And nothing now is sore.
She once believed in Castles,
And of fairies, and of Princes.
Now all she has,
Is this hot rush;-
And a dirty rented room.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
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Posted: Jul 2019
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Something Lost
Something was lost
That means the world to me
One day was tossed
Into a tranquil sea
Something was lost
That will never be found
Whatever once cost
Won't keep it around
Something was lost
Not merely misplaced
A path never crossed
Left without a trace
Something was lost
That sank back into time
So great was its cost
So steep was the climb
Something was lost
Forever departed to me
One day was tossed
Into the tranquil sea
Something was lost
The day you left me
That means the world to me
One day was tossed
Into a tranquil sea
Something was lost
That will never be found
Whatever once cost
Won't keep it around
Something was lost
Not merely misplaced
A path never crossed
Left without a trace
Something was lost
That sank back into time
So great was its cost
So steep was the climb
Something was lost
Forever departed to me
One day was tossed
Into the tranquil sea
Something was lost
The day you left me
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Posted: Jul 2019
About this poem:
Those people and all those times and moments we shared together; only we let slip them through our fingers.
SAFE CONFESSION
Hear the greatest cretin in existence
who has taught himself
Want not Have
Purpose not Gratitude
who has longed for
Other not Here
Then not Now
who has betrayed principles
concocted artifices
instigated machinations
contrived ambushes
and
ah and…
unfortunately for him
he can forever depend
upon his vast reservoir
of ‘explanations’
to absolve him.
who has taught himself
Want not Have
Purpose not Gratitude
who has longed for
Other not Here
Then not Now
who has betrayed principles
concocted artifices
instigated machinations
contrived ambushes
and
ah and…
unfortunately for him
he can forever depend
upon his vast reservoir
of ‘explanations’
to absolve him.
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Posted: Jan 2022
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online today!Me, or You
Whats the diffeence between me and you? nothing!,, unless you believe what you are told is true,and ,,, of course you do,,,what is your idea of life?,, born from your imagination? or
someone else'? you live what you are told,,, nothing wrong,, its as it was and always will be,,I'm me and you are you,, can you see?
someone else'? you live what you are told,,, nothing wrong,, its as it was and always will be,,I'm me and you are you,, can you see?
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Posted: Dec 2021
Post Comment
ships (1847)
your giant ships
sailed out the tide
to block my village
far and wide
to plunder food
from famine soil
to thieve our hope
with our own toil
forced to leave
our barren lands
we dug the streets
with broken hands
we built your roads
we built your towns
our songs flowed through
the undergrounds
the ghost of drink
lent on our minds
to block the pain
the lost man finds
we dreamt of fields
from bench and park
we sung our tunes
against the dark
though better years
have come to pass
I married proud
an english lass
and though her smile
is like a rose
I know the earth
from which it grows
when the mason's scratch
fades to stone
I'll live their dreams
in flesh and bone
every wave
hits every quay
I am them
and they are me
sailed out the tide
to block my village
far and wide
to plunder food
from famine soil
to thieve our hope
with our own toil
forced to leave
our barren lands
we dug the streets
with broken hands
we built your roads
we built your towns
our songs flowed through
the undergrounds
the ghost of drink
lent on our minds
to block the pain
the lost man finds
we dreamt of fields
from bench and park
we sung our tunes
against the dark
though better years
have come to pass
I married proud
an english lass
and though her smile
is like a rose
I know the earth
from which it grows
when the mason's scratch
fades to stone
I'll live their dreams
in flesh and bone
every wave
hits every quay
I am them
and they are me
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Posted: Aug 2019
Post Commentonline today!It's the way it is!
Don't think too much, for it's not allowed, don't verbalize, don't
criticize,
When written words in cyber space become too much for you to face,
When you cant ignore, come what may, control what other's say,
Then you've gone too far, You have lost the plot, time to STOP, time
to think, time to say, I have no control, come what may.
And cyberspace apparently, conforms to the same rules as you
and me,
So stand behind me, I was here first, join the queue, I was here
long before you!
criticize,
When written words in cyber space become too much for you to face,
When you cant ignore, come what may, control what other's say,
Then you've gone too far, You have lost the plot, time to STOP, time
to think, time to say, I have no control, come what may.
And cyberspace apparently, conforms to the same rules as you
and me,
So stand behind me, I was here first, join the queue, I was here
long before you!
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Posted: May 2022
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