To be listened to is, generally speaking, a nearly unique experience for most people. It is enormously stimulating. It is small wonder that people who have been demanding all their lives to be heard so often fall speechless when confronted with one who gravely agrees to lend an ear. Man clamors for the freedom to express himself and for knowing that he counts. But once offered these conditions, he becomes frigthened.
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In the United States, commentators recognize that, generally speaking, most people who hold liberal positions over a range of issues will likely vote Democratic, while most people, again generally speaking, who hold conservative positions will vote Republican.
quote by Stockwell Day
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To Lend
To Lend
Don’t you know
People need people
Amen
To lend an ear,
To listen, to hear
About what’s special and dear
Or full of fear
People need people
Amen
With a message to send
People need to lend a hand
To help us all accomplish God’s plan
Sharing life with someone special
Walking hand in hand
On the beach in the sand
People need people
Amen
To lend themselves as a friend
To another as a sister or brother
A father
A mother
To lend
Don’t you know
People need people
Amen
poem by E.Marie AldrichCreasy
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A Bad Day In September
People woke up on a September day
Not knowing what price they would pay
The Twin Towers stood so tall
Who ever knew they would fall
Reaching high, up to the sky
People lived and people died
There was smoke, people screaming
What the heck, was I dreaming?
Planes hit the towers
In the early morning dawn
Everyone knew something was wrong
Chaos, confusion, aghast, looks of fright
Running screaming terror in sight
Where were you on the day?
Where you there?
Did you stop and stare?
Stare in shock?
Stare and scream?
People were fighting to get free
Families calling on the phone
Hoping to hear “I’ll be home”
Instead they heard
“I love you and goodbye”
Give my kids a kiss
And tell them they will be missed
Once twin towers
Now ground zero
We’d like to say
“Your our hero”
To all the hero’s
How brave you are
Risking your life
For one for all
We want to say
Thank you god bless!
You’re the best
People woke up on that September day
Not knowing what price they would pay
Our lives are forever changed
But are faith and freedom
Will stay the same
poem by Emmy Huffman
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The Doom Dungeon
From the merciless hands of the rulers to the ruled,
The wind of oppression blow stilly into flesh and bones
So many the minds of plebeians quailed out;
Thus no hope in their faith and amidst many I the orator,
And fears from my eyes like a woman's to fellow plebeians.
In the darkest expires many air in speechless state of mind
But the system is called the freedom of people, by the people and for the people
Yet they keep watch o'er us fierce remote animals in attempt of our freedom,
And I the press given to the freedom of oppression, death and doom.
In speechless will I never expire like fellow plebs,
And not even the zombies will I fear and be speechless.
I speak freedom, equity, fairness against oppression, death and doom;
And unto the dungeon they transited me with their remote machinery
As they could not put out the fire of life in me;
And with their merciless power has dug dungeon for my freedom;
With no one whom I could communicate my thoughts to,
And no one to sympathize with my state of suffering.
But as the day passes, familiar became I with the narrow limit
Which my wandering had been confined,
Alas, bitterly I felt the state of my captivity.
O freedom! O freedom! O freedom! Thou art not as press dreams;
Woe to the hands that dug this doom dungeon.
poem by Lightcheerful Briggs
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Simple Observation #101 - All life is an experience with.......
All life is an experience with questions and answers demanding to be heard
and all that people are really after is to seek, hear and follow the right word.
poem by George Krokos
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Street Dwellers
With their faces all lined and weather beaten,
It could be days since these folk have last eaten.
These city dwellers; these rough sleeping rovers,
Have resorted to searching rubbish bins for leftovers.
Through the city streets, they aimlessly roam;
Sometimes asking people for the bus fare home.
Refused money, some will swear in your face;
The streets can seem such a threatening place.
Some of them don’t exactly turn on the charm,
When they ask for money, and grab your arm.
Some smile, courteously, bidding you a good day,
Despite things not having quite gone their way.
Some attempt to stop people passing them by,
But most people still do, however hard they try.
Asking for spare change, they repeat their plea;
Some, passers-by, purposely, choose not to see.
They may sleep in a shop doorway, or under a bridge,
Where the temperature is often as cold as a fridge.
The days and nights seem to go on for almost ever,
Especially during the cold and wet, wintry weather.
These people are all different; they are not all the same.
Some are uneducated; some have letters after their name.
Some of them are outgoing, while others are very shy;
Some of them are trustworthy, while others are very sly.
We know very little about these people’s past lives;
They may have left behind children, husbands or wives.
This group of individuals are so unique and so diverse,
But, for them, their living conditions could not be worse.
All they need is someone to give them a second chance;
Someone who gives them more than just a second glance.
Nobody lives their life on the streets, purely by choice.
It is time that they were listened to, and given a voice.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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I should have listened to God
I should have listened to God
When he said that it would end
I should have listened to God
And been just friends
I should have listened to God
Before it was too late
I should have listened to God
But now I deal with fate
I should have listened to God
That it would break my heart
I should have listened to God
That it would fall apart
I should have listened to God
Because he loves me in everyway
I should have listened to God
And all that he had to say
I should have listened to God
And show what he made me to be
I should have listened to God
But I know he has forgiven me!
Now, Who Is Trampling On Whose Rights?
So now, who is trampling on whose rights?
How come they can speak and express
Their warped views and degraded sights
Yet filter out those they feel transgress?
Such hypocrisy these gay community does
Swaying a one-side kind of freedom
Demanding acceptance and yet it has
Blatantly mocked the voice of some.
We too have a right to speak against it
To speak our piece, we too have a right!
Nobody can dictate their rules that forfeit
Our moral standards for which we will fight.
So now it reveals this groups seeks to mar
What is normal and true, God's conditions -
They will block opposition and will go so far
As to cut out our Freedom of expression!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Whose Freedom?
Freedom, freedom, freedom!
Whose freedom?
My freedom, your freedom, our freedoms;
Like e thousand times of a cry in a land!
Yes, they rule with iron-hand but,
We have to obey always;
A rule with an iron fist but,
We have to be the subjects always;
Whose freedom?
Look around you,
It is full of colours;
My freedom, your freedom, their freedoms!
Freedom, freedom, freedom! ! !
We nedd freedom than these shackles.
Whose freedom?
Free-free-free! Freedom to my people! !
Which people?
My people, your people, our peoples;
Have mercy on them and rule them with care.
We need freedom around us,
Whose freedom?
See the type of governments around you;
The people's freedom with an iron fist!
Tell me if all is well.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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People Have Their Ways
People have a way to decide who are their friends and enemies
People have some dissapointments in life
But do they recognize their dissapointments in life?
Can people go through moments of despair alone?
Or do they need God?
Do the people live making promises but they are neve able to keep it or Deliver it
Do people fear people?
Yes they fear people because they think that they might be mistreated or Robed by new people
Their souls, their feeling, and their love
Do people make us welcome in their lives?
Not all the time because we are different
But unique in different ways
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Medley
A. go tell it on the mountain b. life uncommon c. from a distance
When I was a seeker / I sought both night and day / I asked the lord to help me / and he showed me the way
Go tell it on the mountain / over the hills and evrywhere / go tell it on the mountain / that jesus christ is born
He made me a watchman / up on the city wall / and if I am a christian / I am the least of all
Go tell it on the mountain / over the hills and evrywhere / go tell it on the mountain / that jesus christ is born
While shepherds kept their watching / oer wandring flock by night / behold! from out of the heavens / there shown a holy light
Go tell it on the mountain / over the hills and evrywhere / go tell it on the mountain / that jesus christ is born / go tell it on the mountain / over the hills and evrywhere / go tell it on t
Untain / that jesus christ is born
God is watching us, God is watching us / God is watching us from a distance / God is watching us, God is watching us / God is watching us / (from a distance)
Ive heard your anguish / oh! Ive heard your hearts cry out / were tired, oh! we are weary / oh! we arent worn out / set down your chains / til only faith remains / set down your chains
And lend your voices / only to sounds of freedom / oh, no longer lend your strength to that / which you wish to be free from / fill your lives with love and bravry / and we shall lead a life un
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There are plenty of people / who pray for peace / but if praying were enough / oh! it would have come to be / dont ever let your words enslave no one / and the heavens will hush themselves / to
Our voices ring out clear / with sounds of freedom / sounds of freedom
Come on you unbelievers / oh! move out of the way / there is a new army coming / oh! and we are armed with faith / oh! live, oh! we must give / oh! live
And lend our voices only to sounds of freedom / no longer lend your strength / to that which you wish to be free from / fill your lives with love and bravry / and we shall lead / a life uncommo
Ill your lives with love and bravry / oh! and we shall lead / a life uncommon
God is watching us, God is watching us, /
God is watching us from a distance
God is watching us, God is watching us, /
God is watching us from a distance
song performed by by Jewel
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Colour By Numbers
When I looked in your eyes
Felt the spirit of man
Demanding more than just a smile
Took a chance for a while
Speaking in tongues
That float us down rivers
The past will remind us
All colours we chose
When I told you those lies
Felt the spirit of love
Demanding more than comprimise
Took a chance for a while
Speaking in tongues
That float us down rivers
The past will remind us
All colours we chose
Some people say that the way that we live
Is out of this place
And some people say that the way that we live
Is blinded by fate
All colours we chose
song performed by by Culture Club
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What Is Freedom?
When I ask myself what freedom means,
The answer's more complex than it seems;
So instead of explaining generally,
I'll try to say what it is for me…
Freedom's deciding to be happy
Though others around me may be snappy.
It's helping whoever is in need.
It's choosing charity over greed.
Freedom's walking in the rain,
Feeling each raindropp soothe my brain.
It's doing small things without a care
That other people wouldn't dare.
Freedom's unlocking the door to my past
With the strength and serenity I've found at last.
It's using courage to walk through fear.
It's loving Today while it's still here.
Freedom's being by the powerful sea
Or looking at beautiful scenery.
It's breathing fresh air, thanking God for my health.
It's thinking of nature, not about wealth.
Freedom's sleeping under the stars,
Hearing songs of the birds instead of the cars.
It's being content wherever I roam,
Whether travelling around or relaxing at home.
Freedom's being able to choose
To be satisfied, even when I lose.
It's about getting up when I fall down a drain,
Taking in a deep breath, and starting again.
When I ask myself if I am free
My heart cries out "Yes! " so gratefully.
I hope I feel free even when I am old:
My freedom's worth more to me than gold.
© 7th June 2008
poem by Melanie Ann Calvert
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Let us be very careful not to fall into the trap of the world. The world views things only relative to man and to self. The Word of God views things relative to the Father, Son, and Spirit. Mankind is not the center of all things. No matter how great anyone's name might become, it is still far behind His. Our name comes from His life the name of our Lord comes from the resurrection--the event unique to Him. The world has a problem it seeks to honor, uphold, exonerate and generally praise itself. Our place and the place of the entire world system is to praise and exalt God. When people of the Bible caught a glimpse of Him, their lives were changed. Perhaps our lives remain stagnate because we do not spend enough time looking at Him.
quote by Roger Anderson
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Every Little Counts
Every second counts
When I am with you
I think you are a pig
You should be in a zoo
I guess I shouldve known
Id end up on my own
Every second counts when I am with you
Every second counts
Every little counts
When I am with you
You make me feel so good
I never felt so new
I saw you long ago
Though you never let it show
Every little counts when I am with you
Every little counts when I am with you
Every second counts
When I am with you
Even though youre stupid
I still follow you
The smile upon your face,
It always stays in place
Every second counts when I am with you
Every second counts when I am with you
Every second...
song performed by by New Order
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Can 'YOU' Answer This?
Why do people always talking about other people?
Why do people want everything their way?
Why do people complain?
Why do people attend not to care about others? Just when they want something or want to know something?
Why do people want to be like everybody else? It is a word call' UNIQUE'
Why do people act like they are better then others? When God said, 'EVERYBODY IS EQUAL.'
Why do people have a negative attitude? When someone is doing something positive.
Why don't people just don't understand?
Hello! I ask you can you answer this and you said 'YES' I just want to know WHY?
poem by Shawanda Polk
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Some people think only intellect counts knowing how to solve problems, knowing how to get by, knowing how to identify an advantage and seize it. But the functions of intellect are insufficient without courage, love, friendship, compassion and empathy.
quote by Dean Koontz
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Some people think only intellect counts: knowing how to solve problems, knowing how to get by, knowing how to identify an advantage and seize it. But the functions of intellect are insufficient without courage, love, friendship, compassion and empathy.
quote by Dean Koontz
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Speaking generally, people who are drawn to journalism are interested in what happens from the ground up less than they are from the top down.
quote by Tom Brokaw
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Man Kissing Man
They insist their lifestyle
Is not wrong
When people all the while
Give reactions so strong?
Indeed is it true
Nobody gets offended
Why is it people do
Still call it abhorrent?
Actions that are not normal
Will produce repulsion
Man's breed is social
With rules and conditions
People react and express disgust
When things abnormal are displayed
As the times now demand we must
Say the message, have it conveyed
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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