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The Way how Rock Meant to Be

Rock as a legend, Rock as a soul.put ur heads up.coz it's rock and roll.
Aint nobody gonna trouble me..stage my guitar like a rocabee.
The sting that hits with the metal that rings.aint nobody know what i am trying to sing..
Real life, real shits make me sick.it aint matter me coz i'm just here to sing.
Stomp that guitar, play the lead, roll that base lets all face the ring.
Rock aint dead rock aint a noise.rock is a music of legend Soul.
Mom dad dont bother me.when i am in it's no stopping me..
The rules has been broken, history has been staged.the genre of music has never been same.
So guys let's not forget this..rock and roll must be in every playlist.
ROck and roll lets stomp the beast..yeahh

poem by Sanjay Joshi
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L'automne

L'azur n'est plus égal comme un rideau sans pli.
La feuille, à tout moment, tressaille, vole et tombe ;
Au bois, dans les sentiers où le taillis surplombe,
Les taches de soleil, plus larges, ont pâli.

Mais l'oeuvre de la sève est partout accompli :
La grappe autour du cep se colore et se bombe,
Dans le verger la branche au poids des fruits succombe,
Et l'été meurt, content de son devoir rempli.

Dans l'été de ta vie enrichis-en l'automne ;
Ô mortel, sois docile à l'exemple que donne,
Depuis des milliers d'ans, la terre au genre humain ;

Vois : le front, lisse hier, n'est déjà plus sans rides,
Et les cheveux épais seront rares demain :
Fuis la honte et l'horreur de vieillir les mains vides.

poem by Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme
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Tears of Wisdom

let me wild the sky with the chariot of hope,
possesses the whispering clouds to submit
the running rain of thunder, as the laughter of
you’re smile wind into the edge of wisdom

oh! dear heart of mine, the aghast of murmuring
lip’s echo an aroma of wit; say that it will be
the guiding vision of every direction of the sky

fulfill my genre of today’s blooming flower of
distance perfume land, with its eternal flame
that kept amuse my point to depart, dear
goodbye

now, say that all fitted to close every arm, the
vision and learn the catacomb to rise from your
heart that the beginning rain lives in thy desire
existence of your stay

direct my steam of smoke …..

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poem by Antonio Liao
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Manifesto Of Contemporary Poetry(2012)

Contemporary poetry is a junction zone of distilled sky and earth of
(1) .psychology
(2) .philosophy
(3) .ethics
(4) .new aesthetics
(5) .contemporary socio-cultural-economic-moral-political-technolog ical issues reflecting power and knowledge
(6) .initiated knowledeg and creative wisdom of contemporaneity6.moment-to-moment decision making process
(7) .Alchemy between existing contemporary literary theory and working definitions of a practising and operational poet after modernist's literature and poetry
(8) .the end of literary genre concept
(9) .the concept of the continuum-chance, change, revisiting and reconceptualization
and
(10) .Contemplating on quotidian mental and physical experiences.

POET NYEIN WAY
1: 25 pm February 21,2012

poem by Nyein Way
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Olive Branch

Pardon may me not my Heart the whole
flesh is watching every edges of
unforgotten mistake, laying the sinfulness
of being one with the race

genre of the physical need, invite the
genes to unbearable sweat, failure to hear
the heed to stop brings my total mind to
stumble in your midst my Lord

knee that cry, eyes that feel, hands that full
and unmindful rejection of your wisdom to
your call, budge me in the bosom of your
heart always leads me to where I should
take my rest

the whole body mixed with pleasure that
which veneer the truth of genuine change,
blinded the spill of sincerity of the soul,
forgive me not to my punishment

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poem by Antonio Liao
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In Profusion

In bloom, the Rose of Sharon, with its honey yellow hue,
Along with the graceful Jasmine, Clematis and Lilac too.
Followed by the Buddleia, that the butterflies so love,
Sedum, Quince and Penstemon, and the tall Foxglove.

With Crocosmia of orange and lime green Hosta bright,
London Pride, Pansy, Primula, what joy they all invite.
Geraniums in profusion, charm the glancing eye,
And standing proud, as if on guard, the grand gladioli.

Lily of the Valley with dainty bell shapes, white,
Japanese Anemones that close their heads at night.
Lavender and Fuchsia plus Hydrangea pink and blue,
All these lovely flowers grow in my backyard venue.

Pleasure is in the looking and seeing such a show,
A palate of such beauty, like the sweep of a rainbow,
Nature in all its excellence, dresses this vibrant scene.
In one small English garden these genre thus convene.

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poem by Ernestine Northover
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Lean On Me

Lean On Me
I was weak and intoxicated
Lost count after the fourth mixed concoction
Empowering me
A social butterfly and a lush
I bloomed into

Lean On Me
Hermione finally relaxed
Without working hard to be socially accepted
The sun shined after a gargantuan storm
I am not alone
A difficult week passed
Another one awaits with the holidays
Just another day in the year
Somehow I endured the long haul train ride home
On a eerie Sunday night
Sleeping a dreamless sleep
Nearly missing my stop
Without interruption

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poem by Tina Chan
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A Mondo Gory Poem

Faces of Gore (1999) is a mondo shockumentary video that depicts graphic footage of bloody, mangled bodies which guides viewers through explicit scenes depicting a variety of ways to die and violent acts. I wanted to try my hand at Mondo genre poetry. I promise you I’m not a nut case. I’m just a highly imaginative poet.

An ominous cloud lingers in my head
Portending pernicious consequences.
My sixth sense informs me what lays ahead
Foretelling dire events in sequences:
At first, a flash that's followed by thunder.
But it’s not what the mind is telling me.
A cloudless sky, than smoke, and no wonder
A bomb tore asunder all that I see.
The blood, ash and bone, dismembered bodies
All littered the site once a theater.
The mayhem and carnage that I foresee
Was the work of a lone perpetrator.
A marquee lying that stood heretofore
Reads: Coming attraction, “Faces of gore”

poem by Albert Ahearn
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Find New Ways to Annoy

To those who annoy...
For purposes to gain attention.
And other conscious efforts,
Motivated by childhood deprivation.
Or something connected,
To a seeking not found.
Listen up!

Find new ways to annoy.
Don't just do it,
Because it is enjoyed and routine.
Make this a process of your creativity.
Revel with refreshed integrity involved.
Build upon it.

And you can...
Take pride that 'your' annoyance done,
Is second to none.
With an established identity,
Only you can deliver!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's Not My Genre

The only ones that might be offended...
Are those who know I am Black.
Speak the truth.
And know they seek ways,
To renovate the plantations.

And I am not surprised,
By those who are working overtime,
To realize that effort.
I don't care how many calls for unity they make.

Or...
Those just barely able to read.
Have no comprehension.
Nor ambition or discipline.
And expect to get paid for doing nothing.
Hey...
No one has to be a detective,
To search for that evidence.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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