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I believe in burdens,
I believe in burdens,
I believe in burdens that are changing,
I believe in redemption that was not fighting these burdens speedily,
I believe in burdens that seem ending,
In reality they were not,
I believe that feigned verses were making from unfeigned verses,
Plant the corn,
Look at it with a scorn,
It is going the same with burdens,
I believe in burdens that will end,
I believe in burdens that are making,
All Truth is that Christ will conquer the burdens,
Truth is the Sword,
When Christ give's me the Swords,
I will see Him giving me Sword to conquer the Burdens.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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If My Verses Had The Wings
Songs as sweet as summer brings,
To your flowery lawn should fly
If my verses had the wings—
Wings of birds that haunt the sky.
Like the spark that upward springs,
They would seek your smiling hearth,
If my verses had the wings—
Wings such as a spirth hath.
Near you, close as ivy clings,
They would dwell by night and day
If my verses had the wings—
Wings like love to speed the way.
poem by Victor Hugo
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Man's making, , , !
Flowers are
Making
Beauty...
Trees are
Making
Wonder...
Rain are
making
River...
Sun are
Making
Day...
Moon are
Making
Night...
Man are
Making
Many thing's supper
Something's is
Tenson...
Woory...
Hurry. ..
With out love of heart...! ?
Day for day
Man's making...! ?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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My Typewriter
I have a trim typewriter now,
They tell me none is better;
It makes a pleasing, rhythmic row,
And neat is every letter.
I tick out stories by machine,
Dig pars, and gags, and verses keen,
And lathe them off in manner slick.
It is so easy, and it’s quick.
And yet it falls short, I’m afraid,
Of giving satisfaction,
This making literature by aid
Of scientific traction;
For often, I can’t fail to see,
The dashed thing runs away with me.
It bolts, and do whate’er I may
I cannot hold the runaway.
It is not fitted with a brake,
And endless are my verses,
Nor any yarn I start to make
Appropriately terse is.
‘Tis plain that this machine-made screed
Is fit but for machines to read;
So “Wanted” (as an iron censor)
“A good, sound, secondhand condenser!”
poem by Edward George Dyson
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There once was a poet named peter
His verses arranged in strange meter;
His iambics were rough
And the going was tough
Making love-poems flow none the sweeter.
(Written Oct 2012)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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Writer's gift
The flow of ink in the writer’s pen
The flow of thoughts in the writer’s mind
A golden thread joining the sweet words
An enduring garland fresh with thoughts
A precious gem, worthier than gold
An epic in itself, the writer’s gift
No word is spoken, yet the tale is told
His mind speaks, his heart speaks
He blows life in each of his creation
The verses breath, the verses speak
The writer dies, yet the verses live
poem by Kavitha Krishnamurthy
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Black History Month
In January...
There they are making history.
In February...
There they are making history.
In March...
There they are making history.
In April...
There they are making history.
In May...
There they are making history.
In June...
There they are making history.
In July...
There they are making history.
In August...
There they are making history.
In September...
There they are making history.
In October...
There they are making history.
In November...
There they are making history.
In December...
There they are making history.
But...
It's nice to know
The shortest month of the year
Was chosen to celebrate
The great deeds of African-Americans!
However...
It is those LEAP YEARS,
That really have the blacks jumping for joy!
Note: 'Black History Month' along with other
works of interest can be found in...
*'MindPrints from Untouched Places-VOL I'*
~Now available online at a PC near you~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A well
i wish to be seen
well like a well
that never dries
ever so inspired
you need just a
little bucket to
harvest the verses
and as you look
into it in the wet days
you see yourself
so well reflected
in the clear sky
and in the dry days
a little hideaway
angel a mace
in her hands
making your
humble wishes
come true
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Verses Wrought
I do not know just how or when, God will send something to my pen,
From something that's on my heart, a thought God desires to impart,
Throughout my day, just as I go, thoughts from above seem to flow,
While I begin with simply a thought, by The Spirit verses are wrought.
It is The Lord God, Who blesses me, with these verses, that you see,
As these words that I pass along; the credit for all, does truly belong,
To The Lord God, Who reigns above, inspiring the verses, I speak of,
These very words, which I pen, that God has me share with other men.
God pens verses from my prose, through ways only The Spirit knows,
This when God's Spirit is inclined, to guide these thoughts in my mind,
In ways which only The Spirit can, as my Lord fills just an ordinary pen,
God blessing me, with His choice, to use my pen, instead of my voice.
Blessings, I hope to pass your way, with verses, on what I have to say,
As The Lord moves upon my heart, regarding thoughts I wish to impart,
From my thoughts God takes words, and He compiles them into verse,
Through ways that only God can do, so that I may share them with you.
Sharing with many through my life, the Truth and Grace of Jesus Christ,
Sharing Truths, you may have heard, that you find in God's Holy Word,
And Grace, which God bestows on us, when we follow The Lord Jesus,
All this as my Savior blesses me, while He guides me home to Eternity.
Love 4 Fun
So you think you got it all worked out
And what youre searching for
Isnt what you found
Up in this world thats on the run
A lot of hits but only a few
Number ones
Im making love for fun
Are you looking for a holiday
Im making love for fun
Why would you do it any other way
Im making good
On everything I said
So baby just relax
And let me do my thing
Up in my world you better run
Theres only room
For the few who can come
Im making love for fun
Are you looking for a holiday
Im making love for fun
Why would you do it any other way
When you dont have a place to go
When everything feels the same
I can change what you think you know
Making love my way
Im making love for fun
Are you looking for a holiday
Im making love for fun
Why would you do it any other way
Im making love for fun
Are you looking for a holiday
Im making love for fun
Why would you do it any other way
song performed by by Enrique Iglesias
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The New Omar
A Book of verses underneath the bough,
Provided that the verses do not scan,
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and Thou,
Short-haired, all angles, looking like a man.
But let the wine be unfermented, Pale,
Of chemicals compounded, God knows how-
This were indeed the Prophet's Paradise,
O Paradise were Wilderness enow.
poem by G.K. Chesterton
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The New Omar
A Book of verses underneath the bough,
Provided that the verses do not scan,
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and Thou,
Short-haired, all angles, looking like a man.
But let the wine be unfermented, Pale,
Of chemicals compounded, God knows how--
This were indeed the Prophet's Paradise,
O Paradise were Wilderness enow.
poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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Theatre of Sidon (400 B.C.)
Son of an honorable citizen—most important of all, a good-looking
young man of the theatre, amiable in many ways.
I sometimes write highly audacious verses in Greek
and these I circulate—surreptitiously, of course.
O gods, may those puritans who prattle about morals
never see those verses about an exceptional kind of sexual pleasure,
the kind that leads toward a condemned, a barren love.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Making Believe
(jimmie work)
Making believe that you still love me
Its leaving me alone and so blue
Still Ill always dream, but Ill never own you
Making believe, its all I can do
Cant hold you close when youre not with me
Youre somebodys love, youll never be mine
Making believe Ill spend my lifetime
Loving you and making believe
Making believe I never lost you
But my happy hours are so few
My plans for the future will never come true
Making believe what else can I do
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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To May
I have no heart to write verses to May;
I have no heart—yet I’m cheerful today;
I have no heart—she has won mine away
So—I have no heart to write verses to May.
poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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Im so sorry
I'm so sorry
Sorry for making you think all men are the same
Sorry for making you feel naked
Sorry for sharing my dreams with the outside world
I'm so sorry
Sorry for taking late night calls in your presence
Sorry for not making you my number one
Sorry for not saying thank you
I'm so sorry
Sorry for the tears I've made you cry
Sorry for not answering when you called upon my name
Sorry for waking up and not finding me there
Sorry for making you feel unappreciated and unloved
I'm so sorry
Sorry for not saying Happy Birthday
Sorry for being a nightmare in your life
Sorry for making you my punching bag
I'm so sorry
Sorry for making you say sorry when it was not your fault
Sorry for the promises I made but never kept
I'm so sorry
poem by Neo tshegofatso Molefe
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Are There Believers?
We professed divine mandate
We speak for the Most High
God's mind is our minds
We are adept in memorising verses
Recitation of holy sciptures is our pride
We qoute verses upon verses
Our appearance is sanctimonious
We are authorities in piety
Our views are Godly
Our tongues eloquently preaches virtue
We are truly the angels of God
That seats with the cherubims
Eating spiritual foods with seraphims.
Behold! What we are outside
Is different from our inside.
What our lips professed
Varies with what are confessed.
We say peace where none exists.
We annihilate each others
In the name of our faiths.
We are intolerant of each other.
Greed, selfishness and avariciousness
Are our three square meals.
We kill in the name of God
As if God is unable to fight.
We seat on the judgemental throne
Adjucating on God's behalf.
We are just fake believers
Maquerading as true believers.
Where are then are true believers?
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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She lies cold as steel
her verses ride on storms
you read, you enjoy
now she rides on flickering lights
between the cells of life
three hours ago she just said goodbye
so softly the wind breathed a life into you
then it was a transition
a secret written in the heavens
she lay now calm as steel
the whole world of verses
could not raise a hair
calm like you would see
the morning sky and its stars
taken up by the very things
they are made to shine
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Making Plans
You say tomorrow youre going
Its so hard for me to believe
Im making plans for the heartaches
cause youre making plans to leave
The tears for me will be falling
Like a tree shedding its leaves
Im making plans for the tear drops
cause youre making plans to leave
Youre making plans to forget me
Im making plans to miss you
Im getting ready ti grieve
Im making plans to be lonesome
cause youre making plans to leave
Im making plans to be lonesome
cause youre making plans to leave
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Makin Monsters For My Friends
Everybody said so man you could see it on t.v.
They stood there ashamed with nowhere to go
Nobody wants them now the kids are alright
Every day is a holiday and pushin people around
Im making monsters for my friends
Im making monsters for my friends
Someone caught one I could see so myself
I had to call 254 so they wouldnt blame me
We wanted to know how much trouble there was
When we asked our daddy he said its just because
Im making monsters for my friends
Im making monsters for my friends
I dont wanna open a can of worms and I dont want any spagetti-os
And I could always tell when someone is holding a grudge
Im making monsters for my friends
Im making monsters for my friends
Im making monsters for my friends
Im making monsters for my friends
song performed by by Ramones
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