I never saw an oft-removed tree, Nor yet an oft-removed family, That throve so well as one that settled be.
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We Are Not Removed
The oceans roars its fear to us,
But we are not removed.
The wind beats its fear to us,
But we are not removed.
The earth shakes its fear to us,
But we are not removed.
The people scream their fear to us,
But we are not removed.
Ocean, wind, earth, and people
May try to strike us down
But evermore shall we endure-
For we are not removed!
poem by Heather Delhom
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This Has Been Distorted
Don't 'ask' that your sorrows be removed from you.
Demand that they be removed!
Don't look at your obstacles as if they are impossible.
Remove them from your mind.
Or they will stay.
Believing you want it that way!
If you believe you are here to suffer...
Why complain about it.
As if this was a gift from God.
You 'are' a gift from God!
You are.
You are a part of the Oneness God is!
The Kingdom that is His 'is' yours!
You've been told this.
Don't 'ask' that your sorrows be removed from you.
Demand that they be removed!
Don't look at your obstacles as if they are impossible.
Remove them from your mind.
Or they will stay.
Believing you want it that way!
If you believe you are here to suffer...
Why complain about it.
As if this was a gift from God.
And this is not God's wish!
Somewhere, somehow in your mind...
This has been distorted.
You allowed your faith to be aborted!
The Earth, Moon and Sun...
All belong to the One.
How and 'why' and WHEN...
Did you allow your separateness to begin?
If you believe you are here to suffer...
Why complain about it.
As if this was a gift from God.
What else in your life is faked?
If you say you love God...
Why can't you accept God as your Lover?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Extremely Positive
What I want I want.
No substitutes for me.
I settled for replacements then...
Back when I had those needs.
I've tasted afairs that went nowhere.
And embarrassments I faced.
But those days are not returning now.
I can not see that as a possibility.
What I want I want.
No substitutes for me.
I settled for replacements then...
Back when I had those needs.
I look for clarity to guide my steps,
After weeping tears of much regret.
I've removed all issues of a mental debt!
And now I want all that I can get...
To please and satisfy,
A happiness I once denied!
What I want I want.
No substitutes for me.
I settled for replacements then...
Back when I had those needs.
Right now I am pleased,
To discover the real me!
And what others believed...
Brought me misery to grieve!
What I want I want.
No substitutes for me.
I settled for replacements then...
Back when I had those needs.
Opportunities came,
To catch me undecided.
Overnight I found myself...
Filled with excitement and much delighted!
What I want I want.
No substitutes for me.
I settled for replacements then...
Back when I had those needs.
To do for others as they chose I did.
But now a joy inside me lives!
Knowing it was 'me' I had to forgive!
And wanting what I want allows me more to give!
Feeling a freedom I had never known or shown...
That I condone and is extremely positive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Three years ago the Government announced the creation of Reconciliation Place, and said that it would include a memorial to those removed from their families. However, they refused to include any of those who were removed in the design of their own memorial.
quote by Malcolm Fraser
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Love Unlike Fire
Fire burns when touched
But not so when removed.
Love burns when embraced
And burns when removed too.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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just how right I am
I just can’t understand
how it is that
the world can’t understand
how right I am
and how wrong it is
OK, we’ll excuse the world, for the moment,
since it is far removed from my person
and my mind
so it can’t really be expected to understand my
unfailing rightness:
just how right I am and how just I am;
but the family, my family –
no, not the family of man
but the damned family of mine, my blood and bones and skin –
I can’t understand for the world of me
why my own family
that eats at the table with me
can’t understand
how right I am
and wrong they are…
just how right I am
and how just I am…
Look, I can understand about the world
but I just can’t understand
how the family….
I mean, this is where the family is important
for if the family can give me
just a little support –
just a teeny-weeny bit – I mean how much
does it take
for the family to see
how right I am
and how wrong the family is.
Is that really asking for too much?
You see, I’m sure you can see,
if only the family could agree
the world itself would see
how right I am…
But what is to be done?
prophets are never accepted
in their own home
and so in their own family too…
and so perhaps the truth lies in this cliché…
still, if one looks at it clearly,
I just can’t understand
how it is that
the world, which includes that silly family of mine,
can’t understand
how right I am
and how wrong it is
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Attention!
Poems that include words like
f.ck, a.shole, p.nis, v.gina, b.stard, s.ck, s.n o. a b.tch
are removed by system,
automatically.
People that include thoughts like
wh., .ow, wh.t, wh., f.r wh.t r.son, th.ts no. ri.ht
are removed by system,
automatically.
poem by Poet Dragon
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Second World War Soldier's Return
A short brown soldier
Fought the world war
In the Burman land,
For four years,
With his skin tearing away,
On bieng removed,
Drinking rum,
Ducking bullets,
Sharpnel from crumbling
Buildings and glass windows,
He was shot and removed
To the heap of dead,
The family getting
The news, did last rites
For him, the war ending,
His parent's mounning
Their dear son's death,
Still part of lasr rites
Conducting saw
The apparition of their son,
On the doorway,
They howled in horror
When their son
Told them he has returned
Crawling fron dead's heap
And reached home
To the amazement
Of the villagers talking
Of the second birth of the soldier.
poem by Ravikiran Arakkal
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Drugs
I remember the day drugs came into your life
You thought it would never change your life
Well it did it took your smile away
And removed you from your family
Remember no matter what you feel
The love from your family is here to heal
We dread the day that knock at the door
And your life with us will be no more
We know you think we nag and shout
But it’s our love for you, that’s what it’s about
So lets sit and talk we will get through
Our lives family blood pumps through you
You know that drugs is not the way
You see it in the news every day
So don’t turn your back and walk away
This family loves you what more can we say
17 10 2010
Chellaston
poem by Jim O'Donnell
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When You Pick the Ticks Off Monkeys
Your love for monkeys,
Leaves a lump right here...
In my throat!
And I get so emotional,
When you swing from branch to tree branch...
On a vine,
Swinging...
Like one who has swung on a rope!
And when you pick ticks...
From another monkey's fur?
I get teary eyed...
Just watching what occurs!
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove that itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove that itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove that itch.
Your love for monkeys,
Leaves a lump right here...
In my throat!
And I get so emotional,
When you swing from branch to tree branch...
On a vine,
Swinging...
Like one who has swung on a rope!
And when you pick ticks...
From another monkey's fur?
I get teary eyed...
Just watching what occurs!
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove thst itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove that itch.
Can you do this even faster?
And remove that itch!
Can you do this even faster?
And remove that itch!
Can you do this even faster?
And remove that itch!
And remove that itch!
And remove that itch,
Every bit!
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You removed the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You removed the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You removed the itch.
You removed the itch.
You removed that itch...
From the tick inflicted monkeys!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Epigram : The Cottager And His Landlord. A Fable (Translated From Milton)
A Peasant to his lord yearly court,
Presenting pippins of so rich a sort
That he, displeased to have a part alone,
Removed the tree, that all might be his own.
The tree, too old to travel, though before
So fruitful, withered, and would yield no more.
The squire, perceiving all his labour void,
Cursed his own pains, so foolishly employed,
And 'Oh,' he cried, 'that I had lived content
With tribute, small indeed, but kindly meant!
My avarice has expensive proved to me,
Has cost me both my pippins and my tree.'
poem by William Cowper
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Brutal world
Taken, Taken away, Taken away from the world
When life was removed you loss your hope, your drive & your passion girl
Its hard to give
Its hard to live
In this life I feel so ill
To this matter of homocide
Where the weak is victimizied
People are just taking lives
Because they can
This kind of love this kind of hate is surely unhealthy for any man any creature
Place to place people to people
Life to death ratio
The ones you love are sure to go
Some place else where you will wish to be
You will be wishing to see
The things in life so differently
From day to day
Tears fall from face to eye
In their own bloody remains they lie
People die Family go
This is the worlds daily show
Taken, Taken away, Taken away from the world
When life was removed you loss your hope, your drive & your passion girl
poem by Courtney Steele
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Conflicts Of Reality Dilutes The Truth For Many
There are those exclaiming,
The need and wish for less government...
In their lives.
In their wallets.
And their homes.
But...
Also these are the same people,
Who protest to have more money...
Of their own in their pockets.
Conflicts of reality dilutes the truth for many!
And not a face of theirs appears,
On the currency.
And if it is a penny or a dollar bill that is possessed,
The image imprinted has been a president.
Who has been elected to lead the government.
Few protesting keep this addressed.
And it seems many people will soon get their wish,
Because less government...
Is definitely going to be removed from the pockets.
And...
The evidence of that has already begun to appear.
Or disappear,
Depending on which side of the coin...
Is observed by many pinching pennies,
Being from them removed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Savior
I thought about a problem.
Then I obsessed.
My mind went into overdrive.
And I got depressed.
It’s like it’s infected.
That part of my brain.
The lies, not reality.
That drove me insane.
I was born this way.
And most of us were.
I wondered about Jesus.
But never was sure.
Then one day I found Him.
From the bottom of my life.
He removed all my anger.
And removed all my strife.
He showed me a way.
I knew not before.
It was when I did knock.
That He opened the door.
I felt so not worthy.
He assured me I am.
For my sins have been cleansed.
By the blood of the lamb.
It was He who became.
All the bad things I’ve done.
And all the things that I’ll do.
I was saved by The Son.
So I thank you my Jesus.
For the price that you paid
And my ways of the old.
At the cross they’ve been laid.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Piece By Piece
She heard from her doctor today he told her that he would have to remove her arm soon. She hung up the phone and with tears forming in her eyes she staggers and look at herself in the mirror. She sees that she's been losing her body piece by piece. Six months ago she had her left leg up to the knee removed. And a year before that she had the foot on that same left leg removed. Even before that she had my right arm cut off to the bicep. Now she gets a call from her doctor telling her he has to do the same with her right arm. She knows without all the amputation she would have died because of her poor blood circulation but sometimes she wonders would it had been better to just die at an earlier age whole then watching her body leave her piece by piece.
My family(concept of art)
My family my tree
Deep rooted in my heritage
My family my tree
Who I'm the fruit of her
My family fair sky
Where my sun always shine
My family there are my roots
Where I got MIne and me
My family is my word
My family is my blood
My family is my fine touch
My family
is big heart
Who love with no hurt
My family is my love
for that love I love
And I hate
What I hate so
My family is my moral code
MY culture
And my bank acount
Never been out of cash
My family is my fortess
And my fortune
My family is not
fall out of fishion
My family face
is always fancy
My family is what
You never know
me with out
MY color
My conscious
And my concept of art
poem by Sallam Yassin
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Installing The Catheter
Through the long sleep,
darkness bleeds,
through the silver and I,
reminded the layout as the winds,
they all died.
And it all hates like you,
destroys the message.
Another open eye to secrets,
with plans to scrape them clean.
And I have stacked them higher then anyone believed.
And it downplays the scene, it all comes crshing.
Don't be removed,
I got you where I said
that I would always put you.
And I'm heading for the bottom.
Come and take me over,
the lights have been removed,
with pieces at ankle, we answered.
And it all tastes like you,
and all it captures.
Take on me as long as you think
that you can handle,
and talking me to truth
and tearing me from scandal.
And it all saves like you,
define disaster.
And I don't die like you,
tormented skies,
treated to taste and outlast the sun.
I design what ails.
Coldest of the cold stay outside, bring on harm's way.
song performed by by 36 Crazyfists
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Ch 02 The Morals Of Dervishes Story 29
A man had a friend, who held the office of devan to the padshah, but whom he had not seen for a long time; and, a man having asked him for the reason, he replied: "I do not want to see him." A dependent however of the devan, who also happened to be present, queried: "What fault has he committed that thou art unwilling to meet him?" He replied: "There is no fault in the matter but a friend who is a devan may be seen when he is removed from office."
Whilst in greatness and in the turmoil of busines
They do not like to be troubled by neighbours
But when they are depressed and removed from office
They will lay open their heart’s grief to friends.
Of Cottons And Feathers
cottons are found
on the floor
feathers on the table
from the window
the wind blows and carries them
inside
the bed is well kept
blankets carefully folded
and pillows removed
of creases
something inside me is as light
as cottons and feathers
something inside me is well folded now
like blankets
something in my heart are pillows
removed of
any crease
i triumphed i did it
now i can soundly sleep
as the wind from the window
blows me
into the land of dreams
where i can be
nothing but
just the spectator
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Don't Want It All (Solo Acoustic, Undated)
To hope is admittance
Feed before beginning
Double-sided cynics
Reflected image
Don't be so selfish
Leave in me this
Follow it far
To find where you are
You haven't grown
Go on alone
Never finished his sentence
Remained in seclusion
For the next few days
The family circle noose
He had removed us
All the styles of heresy
Finally he appeared unexpectedly
Looking for company
song performed by by Nirvana
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