Ah...
Rapturous...Thee jasmine
O fragrance... mysterious,
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Added by Geneviève on November 20, 2009 at 7:41pm —
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Michelangelo's David - spectacular, man-made masterpiece
Blue-footed boobies in Galapagos - make David, loo
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Added by Geneviève on November 20, 2009 at 7:30pm —
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Death of a Princess
Transparent, on top of a knoll
she stood the most famous woman
in the western world.
She tried to get down, could not
addicted to fame she had become.
Lightning struck, a torn newspaper
creation.
Ten million flowers sacrificed.
Her brother built her a shrine, in
the middle of a man-made lake,
pay the entrance fee and you just
might, on a clear day, see her shadow
walk on water.
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Added by jan oskar hansen on November 20, 2009 at 4:40pm —
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Death of a Princess
Transparent, on top of a knoll
she stood the most famous woman
in the western world.
She tried to get down, could not
addicted to fame she had become.
Lightning struck, a torn newspaper
creation.
Ten million flowers sacrificed.
Her brother built her a shrine, in
the middle of a man-made lake,
pay the entrance fee and you just
might, on a clear day, see her shadow
walk on water.
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Added by jan oskar hansen on November 20, 2009 at 4:40pm —
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أول دولة عظمى
في الجيب
د. أفنان القاسم / باريس
رسالة الرئيس الفرنسي التي وجهها لي بخصوص خطتي للسلام لها أكثر من مغزى وأكثر من دلالة، وباعتقادي مجرد رد نيقولا ساركوزي يمثل نجاحا أول سياسيا ودبلوماسيا على أعلى المستويات، هذا يعني أن خطتي قابلة للتنفيذ، وأن مصداقيتي لا شك فيها، والأهم من هذا وذاك أن كل الخطط الأخرى السابقة وتلك التي تطبخ اليوم قد تم الاعتراف بفشلها، فها هو الرئيس الفرنسي سيعتمد هذه الخطة في بحثه عن حل للصراع العربي الإسرائيلي (اقرأ نص الرسالة)، وها هو يؤكد اطلاعه الشخصي عل…
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Added by Afnan El Qasem on November 20, 2009 at 2:00pm —
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كلف الرئيس الفرنسي نيقولا ساركوزي رئيس ديوانه سيدريك غوبيه بالرد إيجابيا على خطة السلام التي بعثها له الدكتور أفنان القاسم، وهو أول رئيس لدولة عظمى يبادر بالإجابة من بين الدول العظمى الخمس عشرة الأخرى التي تمت مراسلتها، وقد أكد الرئيس ساركوزي للقاسم مدى تأثره بمسعاه، واطلاعه بانتباه وإصغاء على مقترحات السلام التي جاءت في خطته، وأكد أيضا أن هذه المقترحات ستساهم فيما يفكر فيه من حل للصراع العربي – الإسرائيلي.
نص الرسالة وترجمتها إلى العربية:
رئيس ديوان رئيس الجمهورية
باريس في 6 نوفمبر…
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Added by Afnan El Qasem on November 20, 2009 at 2:00pm —
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'Haru O Aisuru Hitho wa
Kokoro Kiyoki Hitho
Sumire no Hana no Yona
Boku no *Tomodachi'
I write this song to an unknown friend
The Red Indian.
These few lines are a Japanese song
I learned while I was in a Japanese Language school, Funabashi, Japan.
You may ask the meaning of that I am sure.
I am sorry it's almost forgotten.
Human kind forgets everything
Not purposely,
It's the nature of their caliber.
I don't know your name brother.
But I have seen you many times in the black & white Cow Bo…
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Added by nimal dunuhinga on November 20, 2009 at 9:38am —
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The calm quiet strength of a tree
Anchored deep in the earth
Reaching high in the sky
The calm quiet strength of a tree
The calm quiet strength of a tree
Full of life from its roots
To the tiniest branch
The calm quiet strength of a tree
And oh, how it comforts me
How it teaches me
Without a sound
Then I realize at once
That this tree and I are one
In eternit…
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Added by Geneviève on November 19, 2009 at 1:49pm —
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The Terror
Looking out the day was dazzling with deep shadows
in corners and under dead street lamps.
Reticent lips exploded, gave birth to a scream which
shattered the forenoon, only white heat remained.
Window glass dripped, became a petrified lake where
fish eyes glared as the day was pushed down the abyss
of night. Black, shiny boots trampled all to fragments,
but the fiend’s eye was forever glued to the inside of
my mind.
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The Terror
Looking out the day was dazzling with deep shadows
in corners and under dead street lamps.
Reticent lips exploded, gave birth to a scream which
shattered the forenoon, only white heat remained.
Window glass dripped, became a petrified lake where
fish eyes glared as the day was pushed down the abyss
of night. Black, shiny boots trampled all to fragments,
but the fiend’s eye was forever glued to the inside of
my mind.
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Added by jan oskar hansen on November 19, 2009 at 5:32am —
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Added by Will Griffith on November 18, 2009 at 3:07pm —
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A Poem for Those Who Were Target Practice for Jackals
For Lumumba and Cabral
Biko and Mondlane
Sibeko and Sankara
Hector Petersen and Bobby Hutton
Fred Hampton and George Jackson,
Jonathan too
For Malcolm and for Martin and Che
and those Kennedy Boys
for all those that were target practice for Jackals
only freedom can revenge your massacre
bullet riddled bodies
haunt my psyche
like the howlin siren sounds
of Jimi's axe
the urgency of Marley's
Redemption Song
cause Tosh told you everyone is c…
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Added by Ngoma on November 17, 2009 at 1:45pm —
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I’m a time traveller
Finally
I’m drunk enough
To admit it
I‘m a time traveller
I don’t mind telling you now
The end of your world is so near
You have three more years to go
Better make the best of it
I come from…
Would you not want to know?
I will not change history
No matter what you wish
I have been careful
Oh, I had no impact whatsoever
I was sent here to tell you
To be so ecological
Save the planet
Global warming and so on
But I quickly realised
I was sent way too late
There’s no…
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Added by Roland Michel Tremblay on November 17, 2009 at 2:33am —
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The time of reckoning is now
You have no idea
Who I am
They still have no idea
Who I am
And what I am capable of
Telling
This is the time
When you will pay
For such corruption
For such extraordinary ways
Of reaching your ultimate goals
Through such grand deceptions
Designed to change a whole world
I am the first and last
Whistleblower of this world
The lid is about to explode!
I was part of it
I did not want to
Please don’t blame me!
You have no idea
How much I was against it
I was th…
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Added by Roland Michel Tremblay on November 16, 2009 at 11:30pm —
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A Useful Poet
This is a new document I don’t know what to write, should I be soft spoken
(I do feel like shouting) or should I try to rhyme? Like never mind the truth
As long as it sounds good. I could write about cats, dog, birds and butterflies,
people like that and there is a perception that poetry should exude peace
and tranquility and we must know by now that that is not true. My king is
going to war again and have asked me to write a poem that makes people
jingoistic ready to fight a wrong…
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A Useful Poet
This is a new document I don’t know what to write, should I be soft spoken
(I do feel like shouting) or should I try to rhyme? Like never mind the truth
As long as it sounds good. I could write about cats, dog, birds and butterflies,
people like that and there is a perception that poetry should exude peace
and tranquility and we must know by now that that is not true. My king is
going to war again and have asked me to write a poem that makes people
jingoistic ready to fight a wrong…
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Added by jan oskar hansen on November 16, 2009 at 5:33am —
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The sunbeams make its surface brighter. The moonlit creates a gleaming aura. Diversity creates joyful ambiance. Culture & tradition enthralls us. And the time bends to the glory it beholds. History summons us. I am talking about a popular north Indian travel circuit – golden triangle. This fascinating travel circuit plays a major role in the boom of Indian tourism appealing travellers from all over the world for
golden triangl…
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Added by Rajesh Kumar on November 16, 2009 at 5:01am —
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My heart is sweet and mysterious… not bitter
My heart is an ocean; a refuge for all who suffer
My heart is a vessel for birds who find sanctuary
On their long trek flying to warm summer-lands
My heart is broken and will never mend
My heart is whole… singing songs of hope
For predators to stop living off the blood of others
My heart is a mother who’s lost her only child
M…
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Added by Geneviève on November 14, 2009 at 8:30pm —
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When the wind broke its wings
In the silent night
Tears bounced in whirling
dust of broken flight
Another wave of hungry blood rushing,
Determined to kill;
Chasing the breath of the fleeing
War stands still.
A father carved his son's name
With his home made grenade
On stones with burning flame.
As long as pride is uplifted,
On the barracks and fences
Fame is what matters most:
Not the son's anguish
Nor brotherhood lost.
Under the roof of life
Ashes embers in silence,
While one leafless wife,
S…
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Added by airyn on November 14, 2009 at 3:26am —
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Six Skeletons Sitting on the Sidewalk
Airyn Lentija
On the sidewalk
sits six skeletons.
Bellies protesting, murmuring,
begging for a bag
of fresh fried chicken.
I knew them so well,
by day I saw them straying, running with jeepneys.
By night, I watch them kill
their time lying on a flattened old boxes,
under the bridge with begging bellies.
At home, I sit on my comfortable bed,
Billion times better than flattened old boxes,
Inside my air-conditioned room
Safer, dust-free, quiet, unlike under…
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Added by airyn on November 14, 2009 at 3:20am —
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The Unseen Artist
thee princess
نحو مؤتمر بال فلسطيني (17)
Not a Foe
L.A. ARTIST UNVEILS SECOND PROTEST PAINTING AGAINST THE WAR NOV. 23 AT THE GRIFFITH CENTER
A Poem For Those Who Were Target Practice for Jackals
I’m a time traveller
when the wind broke it's wings
