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Writings On The Wall
The writings on the wall brother
Your life is in your hands
Its up to you to see the writings on the wall.
It looks you in the eye mister
Its time we stand up tall
Go see and understand the writings on the wall.
Strange we hold on to things that have no grace
Or power
While death holds on to us much more with every
Passing hour
And all the time you thought it would last
Your life, your friends would always be
til theyre drunk away or shot away or die away
From you.
Theres nothing that you need sister
The lord is in you all
Life is designed to see the writings on the wall.
The musics in the air mothers
You may have heard it call
To you that you may see the writings on the wall.
Be careful going home sister
Be watchful down that road
Youve got a lot of love sister
More to grow.
The writings on the wall brothers
Your life is in your hands
Its up to you to see the writings on the wall
I hope that you may see the writings on the wall.
song performed by by George Harrison
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Sometime Love Is Metaphor...
Many times writings of love, are for the most
part, a metaphor for a dream. A love
that one has searched for all their life.
The writings is all one imagines them to be and
all the words one longs to say, to one
they have never known.
Metaphor?
Many times writings of love, are for the most
part, a metaphor for a dream. A love
that one has searched for all their life.
The writings is all one imagines them to be and
all the words one longs to say, to one
they have never known.
©Joe Fazio
Lost Faith
Man lost faith in fellow men;
Their thoughts, acts, words and virtues
In a world of mutual mistrust
Scepters ruled mighty kingdoms
Idols ruled human hope and wisdom
Statutes, rules and codes today
Are etched on papers vows
Words of mouth go with the wind
Prefer we walking on jotted lines
Man against man is pitted
In a cobweb of scribble-jumble
Orals lost credence; writings gained muscle
Words or writings are of what vouch?
When human ethos is in pathetic crouch
Was this the man; the Divine did plan?
What a shame to be called a human;
Sans being humane, a quality God did sow
But alas! Man never allowed it to grow! ! !
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Cousins Forever
It's funny what happens when death Arrives.
It's funny what happens when you say Good-byes.
Memories go rushing through your Head.
Words remembered that were Said.
Some words happy, Some words sad,
Some words funny, Some words mad.
When they told me you went Away,
I realized your memories would always Stay.
We grew up together, We grew apart.
The childhood memories will remain in my
Heart.
Cousins FOREVER we will always be!
You'll ALWAYS remain a part of me!
I'll always remember. I'll always Love You!
poem by Kymberly Berson
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For The Unwritten / Za Nedopisanost
The faces the scars
The hands the writings
The words an excuse
Are
The hands the scars
The faces the writings
The words an excuse
Are
For the unwritten
Lica ožiljci
Ruke zapisi
Riječ i izgovor
Jesu
Ruke ožiljci
Lica zapisi
Riječ i izgovor
Jesu
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Four Main Types of Writers (personal opinion)
The Lonely Writer
Some writings tell me
This person is lonely
And is reaching out
For the touch of a friendly comment
These writers are sad, solitary,
Isolated, but good persons
And quite often very good writers
The needy juvenile writer
Some writings contain words
Or language meant to shock
And to offend.
These writers are lonely also
But in a different way.
These writers are simply saying
Like a little child
“hey! I exist! Someone better
Acknowledge me! ”
These writers can often write well
But usually don’t, can’t, or choose not to
The Spite Writer
This writer can be of either gender
But seems to be in a female majority
They’ve been spurned or rejected
Two-timed or lied to.
And they are going to vent their ire
In the most public way they can.
These writers can also be very good writers
But too often let their anger get in the way.
The Religious Writer
These writers show people passionate
And zealously devoted to singing the praises
Of the Lord and goodness and charity.
They’re probably austere, honest people
Who almost always write very well.
For the most part these writers seem
To want to spread the word and
At the same time tend to be rather singular
In the subject matter of their writings,
Rarely attempting other genres.
poem by David Whalen
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It Was He
It was he!
the
beautiful
poet
with
compelling
words
bringing
me
to
admire
his
writings.
poem by Heather Burns
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Edgar Allan Poe
An American literary icon but what caused his death none seem to know
He was more than a man of words the great Edgar Allan Poe
He died when in his forties his best writing years of him ahead
His fame has attained greatness and he is widely read.
Most writers in their forties have scarcely reached their writing prime
His marvellous poem 'The Raven' has not faded out in time
A writer for all ages and one of literary note
And many who love literature have him as their favourite poet.
In life he was quite famous in death greatness he did attain
As an immortal literary gem 'The Raven' does remain
In the English speaking Countries of the World from North to Southern shore
His writings remain popular and his readers now far more
Than he had in his lifetime his genius is living on
Whilst millions of his contemporaries to obscurity have gone
Despite the passing of time his literary legend grow
Though in his too brief life span few him did wish to know.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Not to Re-enter
The name you leave will not survive
Unless using it is profitable.
The things you leave will not remain
Unless the holders find some value...
The writings you leave will not catch
Unless these serve them identity.
Should the dead come back they would curse themselves why they had come at all.
(04.03.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Crazy Jane On God
That lover of a night
Came when he would,
Went in the dawning light
Whether I would or no;
Men come, men go;
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
Banners choke the sky;
Men-at-arms tread;
Armoured horses neigh
In the narrow pass:
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
I had wild jack for a lover;
Though like a road
That men pass over
My body makes no moan
But sings on:
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
Before their eyes a house
That from childhood stood
Uninhabited, ruinous,
Suddenly lit up
From door to top:
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
Oh, that lover of a night
Came when he would,
Went in the dawning light
Whether I would or no;
Men come, men go;
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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To activate man’s brain
Have a woman to woo
And a child to cuddle.
Fall for some heroine,
Though formidable or forbidden,
To stimulates your sexual thoughts.
Eat enough chocolate.
Avoid the company of melancholic.
Move with the young and women.
Less watching, more doings
Less readings, more writings.
Then your brain will remain active.
14.12.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Resonate You?
Resonate You within me?
His words resonate sounds as well sayings?
His writings resonate for me?
bombs exploded in beautiful love!
My lyrics resonate for you also?
Or silence in my paper is silence in your soul?
Do not tell me that
Or silence instead on my words.
poem by Mirna Morgan
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Unspoken Words
Why hide behind the clouds?
When I can see the rays shining through.
Why keep the secrets in your heart?
When in your eyes, it's clear to my view.
We meet only to depart,
With the words remain unspoken,
With the words remain unspoken.
But our hearts clearly understood,
But our hearts clearly understood.
poem by Desert Life
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REALLY! How Imaginative
People have stated,
They 'see' themselves...
Depicted in your writings.
Do you find that to be a compliment?
Or is that to you a coincidence?
Purely circumstantial is it?
'I find that most strange.
Since most of my writings,
Are focused upon the sexual preferences...
Of bees vacationing alone without their spouses,
In the Antarctic.
And doing 'odd' things with the polar bears there.
You know...
In The South Pole.'
REALLY!
How creative.
And all this time,
I perceived your depictions to have a human element...
Associated with them.
I see this clearly now.
Very vividly.
'REALLY!
How imaginative.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Little Trip Down Memory Lane
I found a box filled with notebooks
each filled with my writings of yesterdays.
Writings that I had forgotten about
across the span of time.
They are of no great importance,
but within their contents,
I wonder if I will find some missing gems
something, I may have written down
and forgot about many years ago.
I’m going to have to go through each one.
It will be like returning to the past
without the baggage it held.
A little trip down memory lane
when dreams were active then.
I shall take my time and linger
trying to remember what I was doing
when I wrote whatever is there.
11 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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This Too Shall Pass
'This too shall pass', I repeat this each night,
These words are spoken even still, despite
The languish of my heart, and its lament,
I follow this mantra, wherest ever I am sent!
Not just for self, certainly, do I remain steadfast!
My children, of far greater import, than upon myself, I'd cast!
For them, this is why I do remain true,
For the love of same, naught would I refuse to do!
For purpose far greater than merely myself, alone
I do plod on, secure in knowledge of my truth's tone!
Righteousness is my strength, shan't it, from me, wither!
Your's is deceit, yet we shall coax thee hither!
Integrity, Service, Excellence-an Airman's Creed:
Words that one lives by, are not just words, indeed!
Maurice Harris,21 July 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
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Three Little Words
Three little words
mean the whole world
to me…
Every moment,
Every year,
Every day of my life,
Every breath that I take
Those three little words
Keep me alive…
I say it to you
I’ve said it before
I feel for you
With all my heart…
Those three little words
Are so dear to me
You know and I know
Those three little words,
For you’ve said it to me
And have felt for me
Without a care
In this world…
Those three little words
Mean a lot to you
And Indeed
Are very precious to me…
So let’s Celebrate
This Valentine’s Day
Just as we cherish
Every day
Of our togetherness
And remain in love
forever more…
Holding ourselves
In a loving embrace
Caring, feeling,
Expressing…
Those three little words
From you to me
And me to you…
Yes, it is true
My Love
And here it goes,
Just the way
It has always been
Over the years…
And so I say it
To you, that
I Love You
I Love You,
I Love You.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Not to hurt
Take care not to hurt
Don’t take out anybody's shirt
That amounts to dishonor and insult
Everything undone already built
Speak words only if you are sure
Check its authenticity and ensure
This may save many embarrassments
Do nothing which may compel you take back statements
Speak less that may make you feel good
You may remain healthy if you take less food
This is universally recognized and agreed
From some of the bad habits you will be freed
Think less and deliver more
Use good words and adore
Don’t try to be rude and uncultured
That may be taken as sign of immature
If tongue remain tied
And words are not lied
Then there may surely be positive impact
Good response and respect in fact
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Can't be undone
The truth remains same and can't be undone
The past and by gone may remain always bygone
The God has given you beautiful mind to inscribe on paper
It is how you feel and ink it on the subject matter
It does not remain then poetry
They are hidden words and not mystery
Every kind heart might have felt its impact
Let us make it as unforgettable holy act
Some one may see it as real art
Some words may be inserted as skillful craft
What actually you are doing with words?
Making it sharper than even swords?
Mind may read several things and store
It may add little or even more
The imagery may not remain ever confined
The feeling may come out and stay as defined
Poetry is reflection of clear mind
Many ideas may find mention and find
The safe refuge to come out at free will
It has to reside there and wait for still
It is like holy temple, mosque or church
You can create space, place and make search
It will create perfect environment with recognition
Only it will need proper key for ignition
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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