We are now on the threshold of a newer movement, with a newer hope and a new inspiration.
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7/26/06
i hear the twang
of someone's sadness
played
on a steel guitar
somewhere
down the street -
i am followed
by the music
like
a dog trailing
in the wake
of my travels,
following
at my heels.
but the song
is not in my head
for it evolves
constantly
into newer music
into newer misery;
i am not capable
of holding such sadness
i remain an observer to it
only someone who
has known a great deal of things
can take such melancholy
and twist it to make sounds
so true
and i have learned very little
despite being taught
very much
(july 2006)
poem by Ryan Blood
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Y' In Your Name?
The divining rod which is searching for water
Looks like a Y if you remember.
With your Y in all your life you will be a searcher,
Going on with an open mind for something newer.
Some of you will search for some new wisdom,
Some just for a newer flower blossom,
Big or small search all brings something new,
Even if you just search constantly for your keys, a tool or a screw.
If you choose to search for spiritual wisdom,
Your life can change for an everlasting stardom.
So, choose wisely how to use your Y,
Search for something useful, not just asking aimlessly, why?
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Fun.
What is fun? ? ? ? This question came up.
Many young or old are bored, always with an empty cup.
Some want something, special they think it is better,
When they drink, smoke, drug, blow their brain, become a user.
Do you think these are fun? ? ? ? ? ?
How about we hear so much
Of the college kids hazing, parties and such,
Can you imagine those kids will became world leaders,
Doctors, layers, teachers and example for all peoples.
The world is never that same, spiraling forward,
So the challenges are growing according as standard.
Newer and newer problems come up for us all,
It is up to us how we face them, strong or we fall.
Choose to be noble and never a looser, that is the real living.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Sonnet: God Improves Things
At last, the day has come for the accursed,
When shift they must, their trade to newer site;
This place is free from all its troubles nursed,
And swiftly God improves the people’s plight.
The tiger’s back into its own forest;
Its monetary roars have seen its end;
They can now move freely, the men honest;
To tyrants, none need bend or condescend!
Corruption will be at its newer ebb;
Maybe, tiger-cubs could now rule the place!
The people will not fall into their web
Of activity, clandestine in base.
The world could be better; oh, what pleasure!
Justice and truth triumphs; oh, what treasure!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet- Whither Research Today
Research has reached the fringe of disciplines,
And opened new vistas for newer fields;
So exciting are these grey areas since,
Mankind ventures forth to improve its yields.
Despite the many secrets unraveled,
Man keeps pushing forward with giant strides;
Through mountains, seas, man seems to have tunneled;
No more he cares for time or even tides.
And everywhere there’re business potentials!
The money spent can give back bigger sums;
Foolhardy men submit credentials,
In newer fields, world-o’er without much scums.
There is no end to man’s curiosity;
Man can succeed in ev’n adversity!
6-25-2001
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Records
Records are meant to be broken on earth,
By newer generations of humans;
Nothing is constant: not even our birth;
Let us then live with exultation sans.
Records are set in diff’ring conditions;
Techniques too matter a lot anytime;
Just as how books come in new editions,
Records get humbled by men more sublime.
Greatest are the feats of those pioneers,
Who scaled the mountain-peaks on their bare-feet!
Records get broken by men without fears,
Trudging on the sands of Time, on their own beat.
Records are ones all inconstant on earth;
Newer ones get created without dearth.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Through Science to Heaven
The computer has surely changed our lives;
All inventions can play havoc with souls;
From umptine vices, youth pleasure derives,
And misled children take up newer roles.
Don’t shun the newer gadgets coming in;
Machines should not alter our lives too much;
They should not help us land in mortal sin;
They should not give our bodies Satan’s touch.
Whatever comes anew has good and bad;
Self-control lies within our minds and hearts;
Too much of anything can turn us mad;
Our soul’s state matters first, when it departs.
Be not a slave to machines any time;
Let gadgets help us make our lives sublime.
9-7-2002
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: the Human Heart
Oh Fie! The human heart within me lodged
That craves for earthly love without an end;
No matter how much it got, it feels caged;
It loves to swoop like a free bird and bend.
My heart endlessly searches for more love!
Love that is human and never divine;
And knowingly, it moves on like a Dove
In search of newer meadows and sunshine.
And when I do get it all, yet my heart
Dissatisfied becomes in a short time;
Looking for newer love’s display and art,
That can never make my life more sublime.
Oh Fie! The human heart within me lodged;
Its earthly desires can’t be resolved.
2-8-2000 by Dr John Celes
poem by John Celes
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Reminiscing The Cold War
When sleep cruising the night would linger not,
In bed laden with time worn cares, it bleeds,
For a cause, unknown, and the congealed blot,
Concealed the healing wounds of feuding creeds.
Might Winter yield to early sprouts of Spring,
Bringing newer thoughts, of a newer clime,
And, these quibbles, might it quash, so to bring,
Idylls of much awaited summer time.
But lo! The trifles have remained unfazed,
Like blizzards of the night that oft recur,
Gave snowy graves for all that have been razed,
Even to peace, that rife times would augur.
Indeed, of cliches, this, is true, so far,
That seeds of peace are sown in times of war.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Please stop this education
Education is the backbone of a nation,
But in the name of education,
They are grinding our backbones,
They are blending our souls,
They are leaking our creativities,
They making us human robots.
Education to be selfdependent,
To be capable of thinking.
Education to be free,
To utilize my freedom.
But they are binding us.
They are making us to take,
The bollus, they are giving us.
They are making us to feel,
That we are the numb,
We have no feelings,
We can't differentiate.
Please stop this education,
stop this new form of slavery.
Stop selling cirtificates,
Let us to know ourself,
Let us to find out Who we are.
Let us to think a newer theorem of life.
Don't make us a limited company,
Don't make us underdog.
We have powers to do something,
we can provoke newer thoughts,
We can prove ourselves.
Please, let us be man,
With self intelligence.
poem by Kafil Uddin Raihan.
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Survivor
for Eric Hauptly
It's getting better and there's no denying
The bullshit I put up with and her lies
Are slowly diminishing and dying -
And I'm glad to know that I survived.
Some people are a bitter pill to swallow
When you begin to trust them with your love,
Only to find their affections hollow
And that your love is never good enough.
But they will reap one day what they have sown -
As they get tangled in their web of lies
Until they find that they are all alone
Because it's trust that makes true love alive.
Self-love and self-respect are cultivated
By recognizing love is not abuse,
That love is not about tolerating
Someone who's cheating and just hurting you.
So I am free to move to newer vistas,
To newer lovers, poems and new books -
And to my aging love - ¡Hasta la vista!
Your love is overrated like your looks.
April 11,2006
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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I like a lot of electronica. I like older jazz rather than newer.
We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
quote by Emily Dickinson
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The Banana's Lullaby
When grandma wished to keep her fruit
Her apples she would take
And put them on a bed of straw
At rest, but wide awake;
But newer days have newer modes,
And now, that it may keep,
They give an orange opiates
And sing it off to sleep.
And they're telling bedtime stories to bananas,
And rocking little raspberries to rest.
They will dope an apple silly,
And it wakes in Piccadilly
From a beauty sleep that makes it look its best.
It seems a heartless kind of trick
To play on helpless pears;
To lull them off to slumberland
And soothe their nervous cares,
Only to wake them up again,
Weeks after, on a plate,
On the day of execution
To announce their cruel fate.
But they're telling bedtime stories to bananas,
And putting plums to by-by on a ship,
And they never have a notion
They have been across the ocean,
So they even miss the pleasure of the trip.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
quote by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I wouldn't know any newer bands. We're past the pimple stage.
quote by Angus Young
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The only things that are a little bit newer are the CD burners, but we hid them under the table, so basically we had the feeling we were somewhere completely different, in another time.
praying together
dispels darkness
bringing God’s grace-lit newer dawn
quote by by John Celes
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What gets me upset about with the newer players is their lack of intensity. They tend to go through the motions a little bit. They don't understand that you've got to practice the way you play.
Godspeed
Oh, seek, my love, your newer way;
I'll not be left in sorrow.
So long as I have yesterday,
Go take your damned tomorrow!
poem by Dorothy Parker
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