We are sometimes made aware of a kindness long passed, and realize that there have been times when our friends' thoughts of us were of so pure and lofty a character that they passed over us like the winds of heaven unnoticed when they treated us not as what we were, but as what we aspired to be. -- from A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers
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Ignorance and bungling with love are better than wisdom and skill without.
Henry David Thoreau in A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers
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Dooms Day
Many a times
I passed through trouble
Many a times
I passed through pain
I was exploited
I was was humiliated
I was condemned
I was consumed by mystery
My wings were taken
So i couldn't fly
All i eat all day was my cry
I asked myself why
And there came a voice saying
In your affliction
Will you learn right
In your oppression
Will you rise how to fight
The sun shines at day
And stars at night
Arise and see the light
After six comes seven
I passed through hell
Before i could see heaven
I did not know that my worries
Will lead me to my haven
Many times
I passed through trouble
Many a times
I passed through pain
poem by Matt Ancient
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MySelf
From the places I had been and rain that I felt
from the loneliness that conquer my soul leads to darkness,
yeah I did have friends,
I did have someone to share some
of my loneliness but why is it said
to be that my friends does wear mask
and the loneliness I own does not decrease
but increase
I did believe on them,
but as long as they haven't prove anything
as long as they haven't show me something
that belief starts to fade....
from the narrow path that
I had passed through from the fire on my soul
on the fear in my heart and a poison
on my brain that keeps telling me that I'm nobody.
No one understand me, they told me I'm weird but i just own some other beliefs that its really opposing or i mean my belief does have its own path and so as me... In this class i entered and so as previous ask them and me and the answers definitely the same
from the week I started I show nothing
the second week I show something
in the third week I show a lot of thing
in the fourth week i show nothing
again but as the second week passes
i will try and i will do show everything i got!
But the second week never came.
poem by Ellirie Aviles
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Who Are the Victims of This Misguidance?
They were not aware they were being treated special?
Like one who waves,
From the backseat of a limousine.
Did it occur to them...
As they passed those homeless,
Hungry and poor.
Their very presence had been considered obscene?
And why was it necessary...
To careen through lost and vacant dreams?
Who are the victims of this misguidance?
Who are the victims of this scene?
They were not aware they were being treated special?
Even when hints were dropped...
They should continue and not stop.
They should not ask any questions,
But proceed to throw bread...
Out of the window instead.
And consider those who ran after crumbs...
As birds without wings.
Since they do not like to be called bums.
Who are the victims of this misguidance?
Who are the victims of this scene?
And they were not aware they were being treated special?
Those who rode inside by a driver.
Nor did they who chased collecting another's waste.
Believing their needs were being met.
By someone who accepted them...
And left them to forget.
As those electing to choose values of poor taste.
Something neither chose...
As they ran or rode,
To remember or regret!
Who are the victims of this misguidance?
Who are the victims of this scene?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I did not know her
I did not know her
She did not know me
Something was common
Between us
That made it possible
To share few moments
Of ours
Respected each other
Equally
Time passed by
Sharing increased
Started
Knowing each other
More profoundly
Respected each other
Mutually
We are now friends
With pure relationship
I care for her
She cares for me
Share our thoughts
With dignity
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Up in the Winds
Up in the winds carries a scent,
Fully dangerous for its beautiful smell.
Gods are with us, fully aware
Of the brilliant Sun, for gods bring
Thunder and Lightning,
A moment we express in this night.
My night is new, merely abject,
More than the arrival of day.
A day has passed its character
Interestingly and intriguingly.
We are full of the wind up there
Under the outer space feeling us.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Just Passing Time
Passing time,
Time passes.
And longing for times past.
With no pastime,
I think of past times.
Times of joy.
Sorrowful times.
Layered.
Like an alluvial plain,
I am inundated, flooded.
As the past floods in
Passing by the inner eye
I time travel.
Bad thoughts by passed
Passed all thought
They pass away.
Pass into the past
To lie again quiescent
A timely demise
For times past.
Copyright P H Brookes 20012
poem by Paul Brookes
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Myriad Thoughts
I sit here in myriad thoughts
dancing around my head
too fed up to put them to bed.
Thoughts of the past,
thoughts of the future too,
thoughts of things this and that
and thoughts of what to do.
Memories invade at times
of pastures long gone by
as the myriad thoughts
fill my mind with anger and with love
and times; I wish I could have lingered with
when my years were young.
Things pass in phases,
hearts entwine then fall apart,
seasons readily appear,
stay awhile and then depart.
Here I sit in a lonely waste
thinking thoughts of what might have been
if the crystal ball I look into had only seen.
Now the myriad thoughts appear
to haunt me in quiet times
and carry me to distant places
the world has left behind.
Those little specks of moments
that still linger from the past
that lay waiting to capture me
before the quiet time has passed.
28 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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All Shes Got
This place reminds me of,
A time thats way too old.
These thoughts have gathered up the memories unfold.
But for now I dont see whats so wrong with pretending
Its true I thought you knew.
Believe her, its all shes got to pass the time
Believe her, its over now shes passed her prime.
Believe her, its all shes got to keep things right
Believe her its all shes got its all shes got.
Its all shes got, its all shes got.
These days keep getting worse Im wasting all my time.
I thought Id come in first, instead I fell behind.
I dont know, I dont know if I can keep this up to long.
It seems most every time my motives are all wrong
But for now I dont see whats so wrong with pretending
Its true I thought you knew.
Believe her, its all shes got to pass the time
Believe her, its over now shes passed her prime.
Believe her, its all shes got to keep things right
Believe her its all shes got its all shes got.
Its times like this, but times run out
Its times like this, but times run out
Its times like this, but times run out
Its times like this, I want to,
Believe her, its all shes got to pass the time
Believe her, its over now shes passed her prime.
Believe her, its all shes got to keep things right
Believe her its all shes got its all shes got.
song performed by by Sum 41
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Separate Long Decades Have Passed
long decades have passed
polar ice caps keep melting
ghost years between all passed away
time lost in sightless mists years
but there was not one no rainbows
time left us alone poles polar apart
yet through all those lost mist years
filled with work time spectral dreaming
your name haunted mind each day
memories came ever unbidden
in thoughts intrusive odd timed
such thoughts were never far away
I hoped lost years to you were gentle kind
lost out of sight never out of memory mind
eternal youth memories face to ages blind
I see you ever in heart’s mind memory
memories that echo through eternity
in this love which endures in perpetuity
long decades have passed
polar ice caps are still melting
ghost years between all passed away
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Friends
Friends are those who never
run away when times start getting tough.
They remain constantly at your side,
holding your hand
until the danger has long passed.
They never look the other way
when you need them most of all,
but remain always at your side
caring and sharing their all.
Friends like these are treasures
worth more than money can afford,
for there is no price you can put
on friends like these.
They come along
when you need them most
and remain with you forever more.
poem by David Harris
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November
How can it be November when it seems January has just passed?
Though it is a special time to be thankful for memories amassed.
Think of all the good times shared with family and friends.
Remember that time steals them away so be sure to make amends
For thoughtless actions and words against these who are dear.
Thank them for the love and kindness which they have kept near.
Forgive them for their errors and faults by cleansing your mind
So that good times with family and friends is all there is to find.
Since happy days or unhappy days are often by one’s definition,
Know you are always in charge of choosing the correct rendition.
If you decide to be happy all will benefit from your style of living
Since every day in every way you’ll wish “Happy Thanksgiving! ”
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Is He Mad?
Who is he, lonely sitting and thinking
wandering all around as no one around
no shelter nor food but he stood
with clothes, never I used before.
Food, every afternoon I see him looking,
wondered, is he born this way?
is he really without any or made to?
but sure, should be well before.
Many passed him unnoticed after,
but a stop and look from me
might made him think me a strange,
strange really is, others think him
Mad, who Mad really are!
poem by P. Ashok Kumar
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Train To Heaven
(4/10/12)
It was a long wait - but soon they would
Be at that gate.
The train that would take him to heaven
To join all his family and friends
Where a new life would begin and never end.
A life where there is nothing but beauty and peace
And the heart would find relief.
The conductor showing you everything in your past life
Some bad - a lot nice.
Of people you touched along the way
And of things they had to say.
everybody when they pass away
Boards this train on a given day.
This train makes three stops
As strange as it may seem
Heaven, hell, and purgatory
"Sounds like a familiar story"!
Purgatory being the place of things
In your past life - you must face.
But you are on the "7th ave. express."
Cause you passed all the tests.
You had a heart which was pure as gold
And all the angels have been told.
All these other passengers that are on this train with you
Have gone through the same things too.
All of you had came to this "times square station"
Because you had found your salvation.
They gathered together like fallen needles from a pine tree
Multitudes of souls that were finally free.
At the gate you will be greeted by SAINT PETER
Who will show you the way to all your family and friends
And this joy will never end.
poem by Louis Rams
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Grandma
My Grandma
Passed to His Mercy
She will be
Bride
Of Heaven
She was
Fountain
Of
Love & Mercy
& pure
& pure
I am now here
Only
To represent
Her
& her will
She told me to be
Pigeon of Peace
And I am trying to be
God give me strength
I beg You
poem by Eman Elbadawi
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My Name Is Reckless
My name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.
I ignore all the honking horns
as I weave through the traffic
in the sports car I bought last week.
I’m the greatest driver
you ever want to meet.
You see my name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.
No one can beat me
as I race down roads everywhere.
The speed limit
mean nothing to me,
that for only learners
Because my name is reckless,
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.
I took my mate out
for a spin to show him all I new.
We raced around the roads.
I’d driven down them before
so I knew them like the back of my hand.
My name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.
As we raced along
an articulated lorry
was stretched across the road.
I knew I could go under it
so I told my mate to duck.
My name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.
My mate didn’t hear me
as the music was so high
so when the roof came off so did my mate as well.
I escaped with minor injuries,
but my mate died at the scene.
They told me they were charging me
with careless driving,
but I soon told then a thing or two.
My name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.
Unfortunately, my statement
didn’t wash with them.
The judge sent me down
for a three-year stretch.
He took away my licence
and threw it in the bin.
I protested saying.
My name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.
poem by David Harris
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BiG MiStAkE!
A few months have passed
And not a word have you said
Nothing left to last
Just a bunch of horrible memories stored in my head
Why have you treated me with such hate
You're cruelty has reached the top
And when I realized it was too late
There was no way for you to stop
Anything you say or do will never make up for all you've done
And every time you treated me that way..I kept thinking you've won
But no, no more will I accept that from you
Since now i know what I must do
I will never treat you the way you've treated me before
Not less will I ever do so and not even more
I’m not going to hurt you, I’m not going to do the same thing you've Done to me
But now I know what to do in front of you and what person I should be
I know ignoring you is the only way to start your pain
I know the way to start it and drive you insane
People like you don't deserve to be treated with respect
You'll seriously wish that we've never even met
And after that you will see
That the only thing you've done wrong was leaving me
poem by Marria Attar
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There But For
If I had passed you, one morning on the beach,
I'd have nodded and, half smiling,
said some ordinary thing
like, ‘Lovely morning'.
Then you'd have returned my nod and,
politely, half smiling,
agreed.
I would probably have thought
you seemed that sort of lady
who was nice enough.
And, when we'd passed,
I might then have turned
to observe you from behind,
in that way men do.
Then, continuing on my way,
I could have passed
a woman even younger.
One prettier in that way men find
at once to be attractive.
And, after acknowledging her
and she me,
I would, most likely,
have observed her, too, from behind.
Then, my thoughts loitering a while,
continued walking further,
and further,
from you...
poem by Red O'Mara
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Alone, Gone for So Long
i've been gone for so long...
my eyes can't recognize the image in a mirror,
my voice can't follow my thoughts
and my dreams left me alone.
I've been gone for so long...
my family doesn't realize when i'm here,
my own self doesn't know when i'm there
and my thoughts left me alone.
I've been gone for so long...
my friends can't speak anymore with me,
my stopped writing for me
and i left my own-self alone.
Alone, I've been gone for so long...
obnoxious thoughts and writings
people standing with me not being there
and superheroes showing up their faces.
As the end approaches
where was i at the beginning?
cause i've been long for so long...
that alone has to be the only word
or thing that could fulfill the rest overs of me!
Alone, gone for so long
as I've been gone for so long alone.
poem by Abel Obando
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The Horror Of The Nights
Again the savage night came to hug my heart
With it's dark wings
How scary you are like a devil
You come
everyday to bring the horror to my soul.
To remind me that the happiness had passed my way long time ago
And empty days are all that I own
To remain everyday again and again
The pain of the past
And now you are here again
It's the end of the day
Yesterday I have had the faith
May tomorrow I will catch the happiness one more time again
But tomorrow came and i'm still the same
I know it's too late
The days are slipping like a moment among the fingers of the lifetime
And the years are running to chase each other
Everyone had catched their time
And had found her way to happiness somehow, somewhere
But I am still Waiting every new day
May I can find my way somehow someday
The stormy winds of the life
Have took away
my happiness
For a while I forgot myself
Asleep
But it took my years
When I woke up at once
The years had passed
me by
The devil of the night was there to remain the pain.
I took my phone book To call my friends
But the pages were empty
No one was there.
I Looked out of the balcony
And I saw there were people
At the darkness of the night
Dough the sky was crying with me
But the lovers were there
Holding each other hands
They never were aware of
The darkness of the night
Or crying of the sky
They were just in love
It's admiring how charming you become
When the lovers are around
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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