There are still traces of discrimination against race and gender, but it's a lot different than when I started out. It just comes quietly, slowly, sometimes so quietly that you don't realize it until you start looking back.
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Quietly Sad
So quietly sad
Can’t breathe
Just want to talk
To anyone who listens
So quietly sad
Knees into chest
Crocheted beanie
Hair of blue rivers
Time only reveals
Discernible truths
And covers what never was
And the end will be what is
So quietly sad
poem by Marijke McKinney
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Thief of childhood
A thief take away my childhood.
He suck my childhood from me,
Slowly, slowly, quietly, quietly.
Every day when I was playing.
Every day on the play ground of my dream.
It was useless for him but he wants it.
Now my heart has only sorrow but no pleasure,
And nothing left in me.
So I planned to kill this thief of
Childhood of every child
But I can’t because it’s the time.
poem by Mohammad Tabish Hussain
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Quietly Making Noise
Quietly making noise
By: jimmy buffett, michael tschudin
1993
Oscar wilde died in bed
Several floors above my head
Living well beyond his means
In that crazy paris scene
Rain falls down in sheets so clear
And no one ever calls me hear
Travelin by myself these days
Im into jazz and felt berets
Far from that old eastern shore
Searchin for strange metaphors
I dont want to be another victim of fashion
No I dont want to see my name in the paper each day
Hey you can leave that to the young turks
Theyre handsome and dashing
Posing for paparazzis down laguna way
Now down in the metro I feel the world start to multiply
Bastille, rubber wheels, spiked heels
Subterranean lullaby
Met an african prancer, a hemisphere dancer
Spied the ghost of brassens
We smiled at the secret we shared
And I hid it like contraband
Quietly making noise (quietly making noise)
Starts with kindergarten toys
Not too soft, not too loud
Just enough to draw a crowd
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise
Followed the beat
Hey I found myself in this patois spot
Outside a blizzard was blowin
But inside the joint was hot
Zouk songs, rubber thongs, sing-a-longs
The words flew right by my face
You know rhythm and motions a blamma jamma potion
You cannot erase
Quietly making noise (quietly making noise)
Pissin off the old kill-joys
Glasspacks on an hot mustang
A telecaster with a twang
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise
Yes
Singers and writers and poets
Have flocked here for centuries
The city of light is built upon mountains of memories
Baritone saxophones, monotones
Speak with a voice Ive heard before
Its a lasting impression
A gypsy expression you cannot ignore
Were quietly making noise (quietly making noise)
Starts with kindergarten toys
Not too soft, not too loud
Just enough to draw a crowd
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise
Yeah, were quietly making noise (quietly making noise)
Pissin off the old kill-joys
Not too soft, not too loud
Just enough to draw a crowd
Were quietly, quietly, quietly
Quietly, quietly, quietly
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise
Thats right, ooh yeah
A whole lot of beautiful noise
--spoken:
Oh come on children, play those, play those kindergarten toys.
Everybodys a drummer tonight. all right. let it ring now, let
It ring.
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Love's Coming
QUIETLY as rosebuds
Talk to thin air,
Love came so lightly
I knew not he was there.
Quietly as lovers
Creep at the middle noon,
Softly as players tremble
In the tears of a tune;
Quietly as lilies
Their faint vows declare,
Came the shy pilgrim:
I knew not he was there.
Quietly as tears fall
On a warm sin,
Softly as griefs call
In a violin;
Without hail or tempest,
Blue sword or flame,
Love came so lightly
I knew not that he came.
poem by John Shaw Neilson
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Hanzi_Pope
We had a bad start
But I’m impress coz you’re so damn smart
You knew so well what to do
To make me not hate you
So you continue to do the talking
And me, quietly listening
Till it got more interesting
That we wonder to whom we were chatting
Then you asked for a name
And I did the same
Shixia my nick I said
But you game me a lie instead
It wasn’t meant I know
Coz it really show
But then a lie is a lie
And it really made me sad and cry
I cried for a simple reason
It flowed like a rainy season
Then I started to panic
Given all the nick, why mine you pick
I started to get really sick
That made me very weak
So, I tried to relax slowly
And convince myself not to worry
For a while I got scared
Because of what I shared
But then an assurance you gave to me
That everything will be between you and me
poem by Cheneth Jane San Diego
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Talk To Me
After it was over, after the crying
And all the angry shouting
When we'd both just given up
And you turned and closed the door
I didn't know what was wrong
Anymore than I did before
Maybe it was over
When you stopped trying
Or when I started doubting
Maybe you don't care enough
Maybe I'm just scared you'll go
But maybe what was really wrong
Is that I still don't really know
Talk to me quietly, peacefully
Tell me what to do
Talk to me honestly, don't you see
I need to talk to you
I need to hear that we're okay
And say the things that I meant to say
So talk to me before
Before it's really over
When it all was starting
When I first met you
We couldn't keep from talking
I knew everything you felt
And I felt you knew me too
Now I'm talking to myself
Or I'm just yelling back at you
How this could have happened
How I could lose you
Or you could think to leave me
After where we started from
I'm too dumb I guess to see
But you can't go 'till I do
And you know
You owe that to me
Talk to me quietly, peacefully
I don't wanna fight
Talk to me nice and slow
So I'll know
How to make it right
I'm not afraid to take the blame
I'm just afraid we'll stay the same
And we won't talk until
Until it's really over
I don't understand
Why you're always mad
What could I have done
What could be so bad
Don't you wanna know
Why I never sleep
Look what we've become
From all these secrets that we keep
When it's really over
'cause I can't take it
Or you've walked out
For the last time
When these years are just a dream
And these tears somehow have dried
I can't wake up in my bed
And regret what we never tried
So please don't say it's over
Don't even think it
Just think about the good times
Think of all we've got to lose
And not who's done what to who
And when it comes time to chose
Think of who would still die for you
Talk to me quietly, peacefully
Make me understand
Say what you need to say
Find a way
Take me by the hand
The only thing I ask of you
Is please, for once, just listen too
And talk to me before
Before it's really over
Talk to me
Before it's really over
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Speak Quietly
Speak more quietly
Because one could hear us well
The world is not ready for your tender words
The world is not ready for us
They would quiet simply say that we are insane
Speak more quietly, but still speak
Of the insane love, of the strong love
That we passionately share
Born out of your tender care
Because one could surprise us well
You know very well
The world would never understand
That in our hearts
We found that thing
Which the world refused to give us
Speak quietly love
I'll hold u close to my heart
The era of our love would start
We are in a world of our own
Sharing the love, which no-one have ever known
A Satease Poem
These Sirene's, These things, These fene's!
keep Appearing when, I see them! then! they!
turn into hymns of horrible scenes! right away!
As I describe below, for ever more, I do emplore!
These sirene's these things, these fene's!
in their horrible scenes! of racial discrimination against
people of color and women.
Where public agencies and schools to use loose Goals
of timetables to! address racial in gender disparities
As humans we all need equal opportunity!
Measures to allow race and gender to be considered
for decisions on promotion better agencies on hiring!
promotion, public schools enrollment! and to reverse
discrimination and affirmative action programs to ensure
a fair criteria for all human applicants!
Available jobs to be advertised for Both men and women!
We need afffirmative action to create a level playing field!
And no more some may not receive the advantage they've
had use to having!
And no racial discrimination and preference have no priviledge
remedy for discrimination never more, no never, for ever,
ever more! I'll emplore! Enough stuff from these sirene's
these things, these fene's,
from their horrible scene's!
poem by Henry Tolliver
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While the storm outside is quieting down
Next to me you lie peaceful and quietly
while we are finding deeper meaning
and no emotion is spilled into words.
Next to me you lie peaceful and quietly
and I see your arm hairs rising
from pleasure like a tree flowering in spring
and next to me you lie peaceful and quietly
while we are finding deeper meaning.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I learned...that inspiration does not come like a bolt, nor is it kinetic, energetic striving, but it comes into us slowly and quietly and all the time, though we must regularly and every day give it a little chance to start flowing, prime it with a little solitude and idleness.
quote by Brenda Ueland
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How the Revolution Started
The bearded amoeba
Quietly smoked his pipe.
The servant came in
And said:
The crocodile is ready
But the president cannot make today
The apple pie.
The bearded amoeba
Quietly smoked his pipe.
Yes, the dentist is in Venice
To make the root canal,
The servant said.
The crocodile was looking
At the sky.
Then suddenly
An angry cat
Began to puff and pant.
An orchestra was playing
In a distant café.
The bearded amoeba
Quietly smoked his pipe.
It is time to start the revolution
Mao said,
Rising from a chair.
A portrait of Lenin
Began to shine
On the wall.
poem by Paul Hartal
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Race Against Myself
(I realize)
All I want
All I need
Always lies just out of reach
I've been coming up empty
(I realize)
I ran as fast as I can run
I pushed as hard as anyone
But still there's nothing for me
(And I want)
I've tried as hard as I can
(And I need)
I've taken all I can stand
(And I fall)
But I am running a race
Against myself
Against myself, yeah
(I realize)
Running out, struggle on
Now my sorrow is my song
My whole world is half parted
(I realize)
For my pain I have none
After all is said and done
Now I'm back where I started
(And I want)
I've gone as far as I can
(And I need)
I've taken all I can stand
(And I fall)
But I am running a race
Against myself
Against myself, yeah
(And I want)
I've tried as hard as I can
(And I need)
I've taken all I can stand
(And I fall)
But I am losing the race
Against myself
Against myself, yeah
Against myself
song performed by by Offspring
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An enviromental Poem
In your garden, in your house
Tip-toe quietly like a mouse.
You never know what you might find
A squirrel, a dog, or an animal of a different kind!
Out in the bushes, behind the trees
Get down quietly on your knees.
You might see an ant going back to its nest,
Or maybe a robin with its bright red breast.
In the greenhouse where lots of things grow
There are more than just plants in there, you know!
If you look closely you will see lots of things,
Maybe a ladybird with its transparent wings!
In your garden, in your house
Tip-toe quietly like a mouse.
You never know what you might find
A squirrel, a dog, or an animal of a different kind!
poem by Bethan Linscott
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I Wanted To Start The Day With A Poem
I wanted to start the day with a poem
I heard instead a blessing for washing my hands
I wanted to start the day with a poem
“My eyes are lifted to the hills
From whence cometh my help”
I wanted to start the day with a poem
“Never did sun more beautifully steep in its first splendor
Valley rock or hill”
I wanted to start the day with a poem-
So I stopped and listened again
And waited to hear myself from inside
While my eyes were enraptured by the everyday light of things
I wanted to start the day with a poem
And the day started without me
And the poem said itself quietly
And waited while I happily wrote it down.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Simplistic Solutions: Sexual Discrimination Sells
Advertisement companies use sex
(unisex maximizes
gender hormonal appeals)
because sex sells sells sells baby.
Such sweeping statements
are compelling indictments
against civilized society
(supposedly male dominated
but at the lower end of the scale
that’s not a bowl of cherries either baby
- like get real poor men suffer ladies)
and cannot be struck legitimately
from decades past sexual
discrimination extant public records.
People who indiscriminately hate
(their frustrated gendered
class bound inequality position)
need someone else to blame
(for failure or lack of ultimate
effort applied
to all attempts
made in hopes
of attaining success.)
Wrongs individually committed
(by gender / class / race)
are often erroneously judged
(indicted indignantly)
ranted against
an entire gender class
race inappropriately.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Witt
Let me do it quietly and move on,
And take the gun out of my face!
Because i am bullet proof and,
No man points a gun at me.
I am called Witt and,
I am well prepared for any situatiin in life!
So let me do it quietly and move on.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Dont No Every Thing
I don't know everything
I came to the place that my mouth went fast-forward in the mist of my thinking, I allow how I felt emotionally that I didn't pace my self slowly and let things happen naturally and I must admit that I'm sorry! ! !
Because I started to think that it's most about me! ! ! And thinking about my needs, my needs, my needs! ! ! That if I waited patiently while you sat quietly for you to speak to me I would have gotten thee answer to what I need! Because I really don't no everything but I do no a little something and that is I WANT yOUr HEARt and your mind with me! ! ! !
poem by Clarence Williams
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I Will Wait
Behind the tomato fence
I sit as quietly as Sunday
waiting for her to come
and hum me Camelot,
where I have won a showdown
with the red wasps that stole
her ruby nectar.
But the only sound I hear
are the flirty chirps of sparrows,
and the only thing I feel
is air.
Still, I will wait
behind the tomato fence,
sitting as quietly as Sunday
for her to come
and hum me Camelot.
And when I catch sight of her
I know I'll gasp just like I always do.
She steals my heart away in chunks you see,
but she will blow me off
not even noticing I am here
worshiping her shimmer.
Still, I will wait
behind the tomato fence,
sitting as quietly as Sunday
for her to come
and hum me Camelot.
Meanwhile fragrant basil
smiles my mood,
and rosemary is drying.
There is an eye full of brightest brilliant blue,
and a crescent of white moon dying.
Here I will wait
behind the tomato fence,
sitting as quietly as Sunday
for her to come
and hum me Camelot.
poem by Sara Fielder
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Crack in their bottles
CRACK IN THEIR BOTTLES
Go ahead, feed your children crack in their bottles
fill up their heads with useless lies
start when they're young
tell them aloud, 'everyone is equal, unique in their own way'
whisper quietly insults full of hate.
go ahead, fill up their heads with these lies
Go ahead, feed your children crack in their bottles
feed them pills with their juice
tell them aloud, 'these will calm you down.'
whisper quietly, 'so I don’t have to deal with you'
Go ahead, fill up their heads with these useless lies
then wonder where you went wrong.
Go ahead, feed your children crack in their bottles
fill up their heads with useless lies
tell them, it doesn’t matter how they look
but slip them diet pills behind their back
go ahead, fill up their heads with these useless lies
then wonder why they are depressed.
Go ahead, feed your children crack in their bottles
fill up their heads with useless lies
tell them aloud you love them no matter what they do
whisper quietly that you never wanted them
go ahead, fill up their heads with these useless lies
then wonder what you did wrong.
So go ahead, feed your children crack in their bottles
fill up their heads with useless lies
but I’ll sit back and wonder why
what’s so wrong with the truth?
I’ll feed your children love in their bottles
tell them they're special everyday
show them I mean it with a hug and a kiss
and try to fix what you’ve done wrong
I’ll feed your children laughter in their bottles
tell them aloud 'everyone’s unique'
and whisper quietly the exact same thing
I’ll go ahead and feed your children the truth
trying to undo what you have done.
I'll feed your children confidence in their bottles
tell them aloud how special they are
hug them when they act their worst
and whisper quietly that they're the best
so go ahead, feed your children crack in their bottles
and fill up their heads with useless lies
I’ll sit back and try my hardest
to undo everything that you do.
poem by Liz Colavecchio
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On the Edge of an Old Well
Dark interpretation of the water: broken forehead in the mouth of the night,
The boy's bluish shadow sighing in black pillows,
The rustling of the maple, steps in the old park,
Chamber concerts which fade on a spiral staircase,
Perhaps a moon which quietly climbs the steps.
The gentle voices of the nuns in the decayed church,
A blue tabernacle which slowly opens,
Stars which fall on your bony hands,
Perhaps a walk through abandoned rooms,
The blue tone of the flute in the hazel bushes - very quietly.
poem by Georg Trakl
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