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Answer That you are here---that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

quote by Walt Whitman
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O Me! O Life!

O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities fill'd with the
foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I,
and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light--of the objects mean--of the
struggle ever renew'd;
Of the poor results of all--of the plodding and sordid crowds I see
around me;
Of the empty and useless years of the rest--with the rest me
intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurring--What good amid these, O me, O
life?

Answer.

That you are here--that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.

poem by Walt Whitman
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You Can Contribute A Verse

Contribute a verse, contribute a verse,
Who can contribute a verse?
Contribute a verse, contribute a verse,
You can contribute a verse.

You may be an underpaid lab’rer,
Streetsweeper or overworked nurse,
A migrant without any papers,
But you can contribute a verse.

You left school at sixteen with no GCSEs?
Did you graduate from Oxford with a First?
Makes no diff’rence, not one bit, for you both are fully fit,
Well-equipped to lay before the world a verse.

You may have no notes in your wallet,
You may have no coins in your purse,
No shoes on your feet, no breakfast to eat,
But you can contribute a verse.

Are you feeling sad and lonely,
In the depths of misery?
Do you feel this Life we’re living
Is not worth the entrance fee?

Are you sure that things will not get any better?
Quite persuaded they will go from bad to worse?
No great problem, drama, crisis, doesn’t matter,
As long as you can come up with a verse.

And it’s possible you’ve heard that our days upon this earth
Are not many, are not many, precious few.
We have hardly enough time to take in all of the sights,
Or do the things that we would like to do.

For we’ve barely crawled out of the cradle,
Then they cart us away in a hearse.
So, in the meantime don’t be idle:
Be sure to contribute a verse!

27/9/06

poem by Denys E. W. Jones
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Identity Of I

Identity is not what I promise others
Identity is what I do when I am alone
Identity is what I think of others
Knowing all the hatred they've shown

Identity is what every wound reminds me
Identity is what I learn and what I pass by
Identity is what I see in the mirror
After giving my best try

Identity is what I make out of my given chance
Identity is what I accept and what I deny
No one else has control over me
Life is about me, and what I identify

poem by Abhiraj Rajadhyaksha
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The Lonely Spider

The lonely spider reaches out
For what, you might ask?
If not to spin his web then for what?
For his identity
The identity of him
His identity...

The lonely spider calls out
For what, you might ask?
If not for his mate then for what?
For his identity
The identity of him
His identity...

The lonely spider waits
For what, you might ask?
If not for his food then for what?
For his identity
The identity of him
His identity...

'A spider doesn't have feelings! '
How should you know?

'A spider isn't that smart! '
That could be true.

'A spider can never have a real identity! '
And neither could you, or any of us
But we try to find one even if we're not looking
And thats our life... after which we die

What have we done with our life up until then?
Either we've thrown it away, gave it up, wrecked it, lived it up to the fullest, took it for granted, or got far in it.
We still had one.
It's up to us what we shall do with it
Just like the lonely spider
Who will probably just end up on the bottom of your shoe anyways

poem by Andreanna Atkins
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Me: The thief of my Identity

The thief of my Identity

To my Friends and Family
My true Identity
Is all that makes me

I stole my identity
My personality
What I live for, What I breath for
What I'd fight for, what I'd die for

If not for my soul,
I would be lost once again
For my True Identity has fled me
Fled me for another

It is the dancing shadow you play with,
The beauty you can see in yourself,
And the hostility.
It wants to see you suffer,
It is most content, when you are in despair.

When I can look into my self
and find the real Identity of my inner self,
Until then I will not blame anyone
for my misfortune

poem by Brad Combs
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Take Me As I Am

I ain't no perfect six,
Ain't turning any dirty tricks,
To get me where I wanna be;
Not gonna be a star,
In a backseat of a car,
I'm standing on my own two feet.
Oh, not gonna play no games,
Now or ever;
I got forever to be me.
Take me as I am,
'Cause I'm through with changin
I'm not playin games, no;
Gonna tell ya how I feel,
No more re-arrangin
What you see is what you get,
Oh take me as i am.
Mmm, don't need no push up bra,
No see through clothes no fancy car,
I got my own identity (I got my own identity);
Don't need no lacey dress,
No pretty dress don't give me thrills,
I'm gonna tell it like I see.
Oh, not gonna play no games,
Now or ever;
I got forever to be me.
So Take me as I am,
'Cause I'm through with changin
I'm not playin games, no no;
Gonna tell ya how I feel,
no more re-arrangin
What you see is what you get,
Oh take me as i am...
take me as i am....
Don't need no precious fix,
To take my blues away;
I found the answer to get high...
I'm gonna be myself exactly as I am;
Just watch me now I'm gonna fly....
Not gonna play no games,
Now or ever;
I got forever to be me.
So Take me as I am,
'Cause I'm through with changin
I'm not playin games, no no;
Gonna tell ya how I feel,
no more re-arrangin
What you see is what u get,
and what I need you wont forget
Take me as i am...
Take me as i am....
Take me as I am,
No more re-arrangin;
What you see is what you get,
Oh take me as i am.

song performed by by Vanessa Amorosi
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My Little Girl

Verse#1-All I have in this whole world-Since Charlie passed away-Is my darling blue-eyed girl-Her name is Sarah May-Verse#2-Charlie was a heavy drinker-He visited the Bar each night-I wasn't shocked to get the news-He'd been killed in a fight-Verse#3-Though he was rarely ever home-We miss him since he's gone-Our little girl's too young to know-Her dad will never come home-Verse#4-Mommy when will daddy be home-She asked while at her play-I said he's gone to Heaven-We'll go visit him someday-Verse#5-I hope that God in Heaven-Will help me guide her right-So she'll live her life for him-And follow in his light.

poem by Joy Thacker
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Terribly Important

I wonder if I’ll be welcome,
and welcomed, in Heaven. I
wonder if Heaven exists, even
as I’ve risen from the font, and
as I accede to Pascal’s reasoning
on behalf of a faithful wager. How
would I like to be welcomed there?
What a question. The answer is
I must not care-meaning I’d like
the welcome not to be anything
I might have predicted. Heaven
must be a wonderful surprise,
a way of being so different
that none of our machinations need
apply. Heaven must be where
all necessary love exists. What
a statement. Here are more: Heaven is.
Heaven is necessary, but I am not.
To speculate: Perhaps Heaven exists
for the unnecessary; maybe it converts
even nothing into something terribly
important. Heaven must be as
terribly important as we erroneously
believe our activities to be.

poem by Hans Ostrom
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Identity of a person

Identity of a person
Identity signifies complexity
Identity identifies with reality
Identity is the bearer of all vanity
How does a person identify with identity?

You define yourself based on what?
They say, they say
You’re kind or moral based on what?
Or
You’re a genius and shrewd based on what?
Or
You make the perfect lover, look for no other

They say, they say
You’re strong without a thought it may not last long
Or
You’ve skills since with a record you run up high bills
Or
You are shy but no one ever talks to you or says hi
Or
You never give up because right now you are on top

They say, they say
You are generous or gregarious when all you are is conscious
Or
You’re innovative yet not the originator of the idea conceived

What are the facts?
That makes your identity intact
When change on identity has the last impact?

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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What 'Fit' Would I Want

Identity?
I've had one for so long.
All my life,
I have lived to perfect it.
I don't get upset with those with none.
Those who prefer to turn away and run...
If confronted!

Identity?
I know who I am without question.
Acceptance I don't seek.
Not from those
Who believe my identity
Might leave others afraid to speak.
Those familiar with others,
Who shuffle along with stances weak.

I have no problem,
Being me and that might offend.
'Too bad! '
'Get over it! '
Nothing else or more is there...
I care to share with them!
What 'fit' would I want,
If that which I enjoy...
Provides me comfort?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Make Me Say It Again Girl

Verse 1
Oh, I believe you are an angel
All the heaven I need to see
You're the promise everlasting
Where you are, I hope to be
Chorus
Make me say it again girl
Make me say it again girl
Make me say it again girl
You're all I need, oh yes you are
You're all I need, oh yes you are
You're all I need
Verse 2
Whatever pains inside, you make it better
You seem to realize, when I'm concerned
You are the only one who goes through the changes
Giving my life directions, when I am turned
Chorus
Verse 3
How am I worthy of love from an angel
Princess Imperial of my soul
Don't really matter if you choose not to answer
Hoping what I reveal you already know
Chorus

song performed by by Isley Brothers
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A Significant Role to Play

Remaining humble,
And remaining subservient...
Are entirely two different positions.

To know oneself,
Regardless of the condition...
And keeping that which is valued true,
Under any circumstance.
A humbleness is shown and given.

On the other hand,
Someone subservient...
Has accepted a life without identity.
And like a child who is told is cute...
Never comprehends the responsibility of adulthood.
And is more than glad to have needs met,
Without exerting any effort at all if this is possible!

Ambition does not exist with someone who is subservient.
Ambition is all that exists for someone humbled,
By an acknowledgement of any achievement considered accomplished.
Someone subservient achieves one thing...
An ability that is taught how to leech and keep docile.
And in the recruiting of others,
Is given special treatment or a significant 'role' to play.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just a glance

You've taken away my looks, my identity, by just a glance.
You've taken away my looks, my identity, by just a glance.
By making me drink the wine of love-potion,
You've intoxicated me by just a glance;
My fair, delicate wrists with green bangles in them,
Have been held tightly by you with just a glance.
I give my life to you, Oh my cloth-dyer,
You've dyed me in yourself, by just a glance.
I give my whole life to you Oh, Nijam,
You've made me your bride, by just a glance.
You've taken away my looks, my identity, by just a glance.

poem by Amir Khusro
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To live for while

To, live for while
You need style
For want of honey
You need money

For extra walk
You need to talk
To lead an honorable life
You need very good wife

To run and sustain
You need to maintain
To contain the honey
You need money

You may loose the face
Probably you may loose the race
Nobody in past was able to trace
To get rid of hate you need to embrace

You need not loose identity
Not to go for any enmity
Remember and try always for amity
Money may simply be utility

Have we to cut man for material
Can any one go for its denial?
Is there any way for remedial action
We simple surrender without any reaction

Money is God and God money
Money is success and only key
Its power is felt and realized
Might with it is always symbolized

Life can’t move an inch
Its absence is felt with pinch
You are merely living being
With money you are king

To have it or not to have
It is nice always to behave
Money to play dominant role
Play noble part with responsibility as sole

Nothing moves ahead without money power
Good name and respect earned by fewer
It is not easy to say money is nothing
In today’s life it is all and everything

No one can last without its use
Dangers are many if continue with its misuse
Money is essential and very powerful tool
No one can stay aloof or make anybody fool

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To live with.....