Hall of Inspirations
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By Dead Poet posted on 19 April 2004
One Last Smile
He was laughing and smiling at his wifeÂ’s funeral,
There was no sign of sadness in his wrinkled face.
His friends looked at him and wonder why,
And shake their heads in utter disgrace.
His wifeÂ’s family members looked at him in disgust,
His actions are not appropriate for an event as such.
How heartless and ungrateful can a man be!
To shed not a single tear for a wife that loves him much.
When the funeral was over, and all the guests had gone,
He went home alone; it was already late in the night.
He locked himself in his room, with the photo of his wife,
Calling out her name, he began to cry.
‘Oh how hard I’ve tried, to hold back these tears.
Every smile was like a needle struck into my heart.
But I fought on and fulfill your last request,
Throughout the funeral I have not shed a single tear.Â’
‘But I am so sorry, so sorry my dear,
For I can no longer hold back these tears.Â’
With that he released an anguish cry.
A cry so beast-like that it will strike you with fear.
With trembling voice he cried out her name,
Again and again, it echoed through the night.
And occasionally he would hummed their favourite song,
For the pain he felt, no word could describe.
Like a broken man, he had no strength left,
His spirit gone, his mind in total blank.
There is nothing left, except a bottomless pit,
The memories of his love and her photo in his hand.
He was there beside his dying wife that afternoon,
Holding her hand praying for her to stay.
There are so much more he wanted to do with her,
But no miracle came, and with dying breath she said.
‘You are always so serious, and you hardly smile.
Please try to smile more often when I am no longer around.
I have never requested anything in our marriage of thirty-five,
But now I have one last wish which I hope you can complyÂ’
‘It is going to be difficult, and you might think me cruel.
I want you to smile at my funeral, I donÂ’t want to see you cry.
Think of me as going to a better place,
Please my dear, will you smile for me one last time?Â’
So he kept his promise and was branded a jerk,
Though he was at the edge of breaking from time to time,
He clenched his teeth and fought on and on,
And nobody noticed the sadness in his eyes. -
By Devil1976 posted on 20 April 2004
FALLEN.
I drift... My head...
So heavy.... It sinks....
From left... To right....
My hands.... My mind...
So fast... Is it right....?
Head's down!
Blood... -
By Dead Poet posted on 21st April 2004
The unwilling stalker
I watch you from darkness,
In deafening silent.
Dare not make a sound,
Just in case you look around.
In dark corners I hide,
Like rats in broad daylight.
Hidden from your views,
Watching your move day and night.
At least in you eyes,
I am an invisible man.
Not worthy of your attention,
Though I am truly your humble servant.
My feelings for you,
I buried deep inside.
Bringing them to my grave,
With my memories and dreams. -
DEAD POET'S CHOICE
By LazerLordz posted on 22nd April 2004
Guardians...
Lightly we sleep in the nascent night
Drinking in our soulful song.
Your face glimmers like a royal samudra
I myself a guardian of bodhisattvas.
The petals of life anew unfold
Like the solemn seraphim that
Slowly
Arises
From his roost.
Resplendent in the glory of
The
Morning dewÂ….
Our stoic faces, etched in time
Perform a duty much older than
All eternity. -
By LazerLordz posted on 22nd April 2004
Rolling
Now that I see you,
Dressed to kill
not even the stars would
shine so brightly like
adamantine laced with glitter.
Potent in your strut
nary a shy glance
but for those i used to
love....and mourn.
But who you are
don't really matter.
I'm here in the now,
this valley of my own
built with sticks
and lacking in kicks.
You would've thumbed
me and my plain shirts
out of this hole.
Did you?
Sneaker pimps
Royal pimps
Pimps of my lonely soul
Pathetic
Idiotic
Melancholic
Poseur?
Superman?
Great asses stay for one nite.
But I'd rather have yours forever
but your bouncers are hefty
and I'm only a fragile muppet
animated when you're happy
dead when you're down.
So tell me, the cloth
I'm cut from, is it substantial?
Is my collar well starched
like the wet dreams of old Enciks?
Able to bend
against the flow;
the torrent i'm always fighting...
My dexterity, needs you
to refuel my acrobatics
and my parade square
woven armor.
Be here now,
or I shall roll away
forever ..rolling... -
By Dead Poet posted on 23rd April 2004
Empty Nest
From sunrise to sunset,
The magpie toils
Without any complaints,
Braving the elements,
Searching indiscriminately,
For shinning things,
To decorate its empty nest,
With coloured papers,
Plastic cards, car-keys,
Fine jewellery, etc.
But for what purpose?
Sooner or later,
Some stronger birds,
Will come and claims,
That all these things,
Were all along theirs.
They will come,
Destroying the nest,
Together with the sweats,
Bloods and dreams
Of a better life.
Stripping it bare,
Like some prostitutes,
Forced to make a living.
They will show no mercy,
As they were not
Programmed to do so.
Ignoring the pleadings,
Of the hapless victims,
Which can only
Watch in disbelieves.
But for now,
Still working diligently,
Clutching tightly,
To its dream
The poor magpie,
Does not realizes yet,
That everything
Were just an illusion,
Including its
Empty nest Â… -
By oceanic posted on 25th April 2004
I want it never to end
To always be a part of me till everything cease
I want you by my side
Always with me till death arrives
I want the tears to stop flowing
To remind me how close you were once with me
I want you to know this
That I always love you no matter what it is. -
By LazerLordz posted on 28th April 2004
Local Epiphanies
Either we stop to see,
the world shalt spin
us by
like the sweat-stained
spinning gasing
held in the palm of a boy,
eyes laced with want
but staring at the crane
with his gaping mouth.
Neither he saw
nor
heard the rumbling
of diesel giants, bent
on inexorable pounding
at the heartbeat of
his wooden soul.
The soft pillowy attap
laid on by the
rusty greatness
of his descendants.
A single leaf
flutters,
spiralling down the
gutter between two blocks.
The wired man and his vasectomy.
The grey surgery
the winding, slow
drip of wet cement,
encasing me in a cast
of silence.
Raindrops my only
native guide back to the
Eden which i was
forged.
My eyes swivel drearily,
their pupils dilate in the
gilded sunlight, with its
gunmetal cloud-sisters.
They fear not from sadness
but from rancid erosion
of the wonders of
nameless deities fathered
by Ozymandias. -
By hell_jul posted on 2 May 2004 at ‘Chit Chat’
Grow old along with me
the best is yet to be.
Through all eternity to you
A joyful song I'll raise,
For oh! Eternity is too short
To utter all the praise.
I think of you each morning
And dream of you each night
I think of your arms being around me
And cannot express my delight
(With his/her permission) -
By Cherry_Falls posted on 1st May 2004 at Chit Chat
Every clouds that forms,
Every snow flakes that falls to earth,
Every Creatures it touches,
All are part of the same whole,
Even the act of shivering in a snow storm,
is an expression of oneness with nature.
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posted on 2nd May
The wolf and the hawk
The crow and the salmon are brothers
The least and the greatest are one
You are the child of the forest and the
sky and the father of forever
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posted on 5th May
When U Know Who U Are,
When Your Mission Is Clear and U,
Burn With The Inner Fire Of,
Unbearable Will, No Cold Can Touch Your Heart,
No Deluge Can Dampen Ya Purpose,
U Know That U Are Alive!
(With his/her permission) -
By oceanic posted on 4th May 2004
Desolate
Her life now revolves only in the home
Day after day
Counting till death draws near
Life seemed insipid
Her soul's aching
A gentle touch
Will break her vulnerable heart
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Pretend
I can't pretend
The end is drawing near
I can't hide anymore
The fact
I need to let u go soon
Only you
I had really loved
Only you
Could bring me joy
Understanding the reasons why
I had to leave, silently
Don't let it end
I wish I never have to
My heart's broken in two
Why must I still pretend?
My love is and will always be real and true
I love you
Forever and ever
I always will
This,
I can't pretend -
By oceanic posted on 6th May 2004
The clear blue sky
Cooling wind
Tranquility
Fills me so
Running against time
My thoughts
As still as a rock
Numbness, I feel
Panting and sweating profusely
The wind's still cooling
My thoughts are gone
Numbness, no more -
DEAD POET'S CHOICE
By poetic_soul posted on 6th May 2004
Sleepless nights, tossing & turning
befriended a pal, Insomnia's his name
You wish you do not know him
but you just cannot hide
He's became your best buddy
or rather, your worst enemy?
Drown yourself, drown your sorrows
in clubs, in pubs, in whatever you do
You live like a zombie, like most people do
Searching for a dream in a world so cruel
The sky to you is never bright
even though walking in broad daylight
Just like your feelings, a shade of blue
your heart, your soul, they're singing along too
As darkness conquers, curtains drawn
you feel a sense of comfort, if not, a soaring pain
Deep inside you know it well
Yes, your friend, he's here again... -
DEAD POET'S CHOICE
By poetic_soul posted on 6th May 2004
BEREAVEMENT
He sat alone,smoking his pipe,looking up the sky
mesmerized by the orange sunset
The sunset,a reflection of his sentiments
his mind would drift away with the orange beams
back to the days when she's still around
Good times were shortlived
She left this world while the sun was going down
The old man broke ties with the mirror
For the tears in his eyes he didn't want to see
it's been long since I've seen his face
Not till this morning when I finally did
He stood in front of the mirror
& gave me a tired smile
There we were,the old man & me
There we were,The Old Man-it's me.
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By poetic_soul posted on 7 May 2004
BEREAVEMENT II
The angel asked,'Why do you cry?'
'Oh angel,can't help it,'I said,
'For my loved one, she died.
I know she'll be happy in heaven,
my tears i should refrain,
but the one who loves her dearly,
she had left behind...' -
By poetic_soul posted on 7 May 2004
UNSOUND
I'm like a bird
that needs an airplane
But I'm still flying, still flying
A fish that needs an air tank
Still swimming,I'm still swimming
Ocassionally I get shot down
From time to time, the bait gets me
A moment of folly
In exchange for a state of melancholy
The only difference in these instances is that
the bird got barbecued
& the fish got fried
but my ass is still stuck in this chair
Sitting here blabbering nonsense
That's perhaps the worst part
Living but not knowing what the hell you're doing
Immobile but your head has long
travelled thousands of miles away... -
DEAD POET'S CHOICE
By poetic_soul posted on 10 May 2004
SUPERIORITY
I was eating at this crowded coffee shop
A well-dressed man was waiting to take over my table
Out of goodwill with friendly gestures
I gave my seat up before I could finish my meal
With no smile, no eye-contact
He simply shrugged, sat down & said nothing
His body language had done it all anyway
I had earlier dropped a piece from my plate
for a stray which happened to pass by
It looked at me & wagged its tail
Sometimes life disappoints
A supposedly superior being versus a pariah
The latter wins -
By oceanic posted on 7 May 2004
Summer's Rain
Winter's Snow
When and where
Will I see u again once more?
Laughter through tears
Sadness accompanied me all these years
Gone forever
I guess I will never c u again, ever -
By gay boy posted on 8 May 2004
Thoughts... something tat we always have...
Faults... something tat we always search for...
who... can understand my thoughts...
who... can see through my faults...
Questions... something tat we always have...
Answers... something tat we always search for...
who... can answer my questions...
who... can question my answers...
Reality... distants itself away from me...
Virtual... creeps up real close to me...
wat... is reality...
wat... is virtual...
Life... distants itself away from me...
Death... creeps up real close to me...
wat... is life after death...
wat... is death before life...
Heaven... somewhere where good resides...
Hell... somewhere where evil dwells...
where... on Earth exactly is heaven...
where... on Earth exactly is hell... -
DEAD POET'S CHOICE
By pipi & poot-poot posted on 8 May 2004
Evxn though my kxypad is an old modxl, it works quitx wxll xxcxpt for onx of the kxys.
I havx many timxs wishxd that is workxd pxrfxctly.
It is trux that thxrx arx forty-onx kxys that function wxll xnough, but just onx kxy not working makxs thx diffxrxncx.
Somxtimxs it sxxms to mx that our socixty is somxthing likx my typxwritxr -- not all thx kxy pxoplx arx working propxrly.
As onx of thxm, you may say to yoursxlf, "Wxll, I am only onx pxrson, I don't makx or brxak thx socixty."
But it doxs makx a big diffxrxncx, bxcasx a socixty, to bx xffxctivx, nxxds thx activx participation of xvxry pxrson.
So, thx nxxt timx your xfforts arx not nxxdxd vxry much, rxmxmbxr my kxypad and say to yoursxlf, "I am a kxy pxrson in thx congrxgation and I am nxxdxd vxry much."
This is what happxns to thx wholx world, and multiply this by many timxs -- thx wholx thing just doxs not makx sxnsx!
So, don't be a broken key -- be a useful one. -
By LazerLordz posted on 24th May 2004
Velvet Pain
Will the still night
echo the crack of a
whip
placed cleanly
on the lined scars of my heart?
The lush ermine passion flow
ravishingly through the
smooth neighbourhood.
Seen by millions
on global broadcasts
except they are
just microns apart.
Or shall the velvet
ridges of years past
and sworn to memory
be the comforting quilt
I have etched amorously
over the ages.
Might that come close
to fraying, only
for you to mend
the threads and make
me whole
again. -
By KittynMeow posted on 28th May 2004
Distractions
Memos, schedules and paper files
Each day passes as I sit in the pile
Not lifting my eyes, not resting a while
Enslaved in toil till my heart turned vile
Scores, wealth and pride in fame
Each time it grows my ego gains
Not humbling my actions, boasting without restraint
Engulfed in arrogance I live a life in vain
Lies, flattery and critiques that hurt
Each wound deepens as my words grow curt
Not caring a soul, treating others as dirt
Engrossed in biases my ill judgement I assert
Blind, deaf and drawn away
Each momentÂ’s too late, far from You I stray
Not seeing Your light, not hearing what You say
Enshrouded in denial, I made excuses for not walking Your way
Lord, Saviour, Eternal Friend
Each sin I committed I now repent
No more excuses, no distractions by any man
Embracing Your Word, my old life I end
Father, Son and the Holy Ghost,
Each night I pray to do my utmost
To heed Your Word, to love You most
Endeavouring to serve You, to do as You chose -
By MoonIce posted on 23rd May 2004
Title: Unknown yet...
Though I have never met you
I have heard you
As I listen to you
I smile in anticipation
Thru your words
I try to understand you
C:
Ever since I heard you
I never stop thinking of you
I dream of you
Of who you are
You are always on my mind
Causing me to turn red when I think of you
Thru you
I finally knew what I yearn for
How I have long for it
Day by day as I listen to you
Patiently waiting for your voice
Once more
How I dreamt of you
How much I want to see you
Is all this suppose to beÂ…
I cannot help but wonder
C:
Ever since I heard you
I never stop thinking of you
I dream of you
Of who you are
You are always on my mind
Causing me to turn red when I think of you
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Will Time Ever Stop
From this day I see
A land fully pack-ed
Streaming full of tiny moving dots
Appearing and disappearing
Without stopping
It seems that time will never stop or rest
The sun will still rise and sets
With the clouds ever passing by
And so does the moon rise and sets
With the star twinkling away
C:
Faraway
The chime of a bell is heard
Jingling all over the land
When man hears it
He shall be enlightened
And may his soul be pure
And his mind be free of thoughts
And his hearts be free of worry
Ever moving around
Sometimes we never stop to look at you or me
Like a doe
We shy away from things we would not know
And from things we are afraid of finding out the truth
C:
Faraway
The chime of a bell is heard
Jingling all over the land
When man hears it
He shall be enlightened
And may his soul be pure
And his mind be free of thoughts
And his hearts be free of worry -
By Dead Poet posted on 22 June 2004
Empty
Shredded papers
In a basket
Beside another empty chair Â…
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What a meal!
What a satisfying feeling;
To have a meal of instant noodles,
With a chipped bowl Â…
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Your kiss...
I almost died,
of suffocation,
not daring to breathe,
when you kiss me on the lips Â… -
By Dead Poet posted on 22nd June 2004
As I wake up this morning
As I wake up this morning,
Looking at you,
Sleeping so soundly,
So peacefully,
Like a baby,
Wondering what you are dreaming,
I put on my clothes,
Tip toe out of the room,
Moving so silently,
So anxiously,
Like a thief,
Wondering what my wife is doing. -
By Dead Poet posted on 23rd June 2004
Those foolish nights
I fell in love with a lady,
a real beauty in my eyes.
But sadly she loved another,
and her heart will never be mine.
How I long to see her,
and have her by my side.
How I long to hold her,
the lady of my delight.
So foolishly I waited,
under the cold distant sky.
Though I knew she will never come,
but I knew I had to try.
I sing to my faithful shadow,
as I waited alone in vain,
A song about a sad story,
a song of love and pain.
Why was I so crazy?
I really do not know,
But I was foolish a young man then,
and that was so long ago.