Just poems...

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Just poems...

Сообщение Dragoste 24 апр 2010, 22:46

I'm sentimental, if you know what i mean,
I love the country but i can't stand the scene.
And i'm neither left or right.
I'm just staying home tonight,
Getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
Leonard Cohen



If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash,
And the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash,
And your data is corrupted 'cause the index doesn't hash,
Then your situation's hopeless, and your system's gonna crash!
If the label on the cable on the table at your house,
Says the network is connected to the button on your mouse,
But your packets want to tunnel on another protocol,
That's repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall,
And your screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss,
So your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse,
Then you may as well reboot and go out with a bang,
'Cause as sure as I'm a poet, the sucker's gonna hang!
from the net



To sit in solemn silence in a dull dark dock
In a pestilential prison with a life long lock
Awaiting the sensation of a short sharp shock
From a cheap and chippy chopper on a big black block.
from the net
Dragoste

 
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Re: Just poems...

Сообщение Rikki94 10 окт 2010, 18:41

I knew everything.

On the window stars I draw,
But my soul strived for home,
I wanted to correct all, but it was late, I know.
You were that time alone!
If I knew when I went away,
That I wouldn’t excuse myself
Because with you I be may…

I knew that it would hurt,
That in your eyes I am looking now,
That I am reaping now your palms
Last time. You didn’t know how.
And your old bristle
I would touch never,
I knew everything ever.
SWEAR!

I knew that you leaves me forever,
I knew but in gloom I look for you.
I knew that sky changes never,
It gave me pain when I sight for
But somebody is with me – it is a law.

But sometimes I am afraid
And my fists can strongly compressed be.
And not to think about yesterday, I stress laid
Help me!
But with hope in starry sky
I sometimes search your eyes.
I don’t know what to say
I don’t back lie.

I will change heart’s address,
I will vanish in the queue,
I have places to hide less,

And your smile, I knew,
Will show the road to home.
It will be always with me, not alone…

07.11.2007




Scream.

Scream just like no one’s there,
Scream everywhere.
Scream pretty and loud,
Scream only about
Our love.
And what are you doing now?
Scream! Scream! Scream!
We will have our own team,
Only scream…

03.11.2007
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Re: Just poems...

Сообщение nyamnyamcat 26 ноя 2014, 15:49

There were days when I thought:
Companionship meant to walk and talk
In confidence, with someone,
Down unknown paths, across which a sudden
Gust of dust would pass, disheveling curls;
or
Speechlessly listen to the footfall
On crispy leaves;
At times clasping hands; at times just leaning
In casual candour;
Smiling out inner happiness
Or removing a wisp of dandruff
From the other’s collar;
Or flicking a speck of something from the dress;
Sometimes humming a favourite number,
Or promising to standby
In rain and drought;
Yes, how oft I thought,
Perhaps more oft than not,
But now………….?
What to recall and whom to say
And what's there to say?
Except to vacantly stare at the crumbling pages
Of books on dusty shelves,
Or shining shoes in anticipation
For someone’s tea invitation;
Or standing at the balcony and watching
The world move by,
Trying to recognize a face or two
Of those innocent kids,
Who have grown up and learnt:
The art of ignoring elders;
Which I cleverly console
Is due to shortage of time;
After all,
Who am I for them?
Who have no time
Even for their parents,
Who half-dozed but with full hope
Still wait for them,
In endless patience,
With their ears stuck to the call-bell,
And their faint eyes to the door;
Until another day dawns,
From one year to another,
Till the earth beckons them
To change their address
And rest in peace,
To make place
For someone else.

From: ATUL CHANDRA SARKAR
Copyright ©: atul chandra sarkar
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