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What oxygen is to the lungs, such is hope to the meaning of life.

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Futile is Life if Swapped!

A fish out of its water-bowl!
A Pup within a fishes’-bowl!
–Unnatural are both these things,
And life could end for both earthlings!

Fish-gills are meant for oxygen
Dissolved in water and not air;
Pup’s lungs need air to breathe and live;
It can’t stay long under-water!

Fish-fins help it to move about
In water most effortlessly;
A pup can’t be confined without
the needed space to run and play!

All lives are meant for habitats
Specifically pre-destined;
One cannot live a normal life,
With living conditions exchanged!

God made the land for beasts with lungs
To breathe the oxygen in air;
God made the fish cold-blooded to
Swim freely and feed in water.

God made each being with purpose;
Man cannot fly like birds of air;
Nor can he live within water;
Each one must know his/her confines!

Why risk one’s life to do a thing,
Which is not worth the risks, one takes?
Why play with life – a priceless gift
From God above to all earthlings?

The fool endangers his one life
To do something that is worthless;
Great souls will sacrifice their lives
In saving many more brethren!

Life is most precious wealth on earth;
Spend all our wealth to save our health.

poem by John Celes
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A poor caterer's advertisement

She writes on her apron with a colored chalk.
Dear Customer,
I provide you tasty food at all to buy few oxygen for my weak lungs.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A Wind Breeze

I am the Southern Breeze;
bearer of the Wisteria;

The North Wind
from where the ice blows.

I am the lover's caress
on sandy beach,

The Wind-Mill Corn Grinder
and the Water Wheel;

I am invisible
yet everywhere
I blow all over
this globe.
.
I've billowed your sails
propelled your ships
carried you
to far lands;
opened to you
new worlds.

True, too,
I have blown your houses down
tornadoed the things you love.

I am too
the wind of Bad Luck
and Ill Fate.

I am the wind in your lungs.

I carry the oxygen you breathe
first life's halting blush
and likely the last to leave
your body's chest.

Now my clear air
is grey

smoky
smoke-stacked
and my once proud
life of this planet
is near extinct.

Sixty miles;
just an hour's drive
of me and my oxygen
are your only shield;
against the void of outer space;
the cosmic rays,
the deadly magnetic fields
meteors and asteroids
all crash down were it
not for me;
the sun's infrared rays
would burn if I did not block.
for you and provide a cloak.

Indeed,
I am the life you breathe
from birth's first
to death's last.

You've felt me
on your face
riding the plains,
while walking the meadows;

remember I am
the Invisible Sea
you sail
and your final
Destiny.
I am the wind;
your oxygen.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Question Meaning

The meaning of the question
Is to always question meaning,
The meaning of life,
And the life of meaning.

The life unquestioned
Means very little,
Just as a life left meaningless,
Without question, has very little life.

Therefore, we all should daily question
The meaning of life,
By doing so, life's Meaning
Will unquestionably, each day, find us.

Remember: we are free to question meaning;
May we become free enough to
Let it freely question us.

poem by Smoky Hoss
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What Is...?

What is the meaning of hate?
Is it the dislike of someone different than you?
Or is it the loathing of something simple like broccoli?

What is the meaning of discrimination?
Is it the hatred of someone of a different background?
The hatred of skin color;
Or is it the bitter taste of being different from everyone else?

What is the meaning of uniqueness?
Is it the purpose of being odd and unusual?
The adaptation to your own life and style;
Or is it the stereotypical clan that society has put you?

What is the meaning of life?
Is it that time keeps moving; leaving us in the dust is leaves behind?
The endless stream of consciousness that everything has;
Or is it the meaningless and indefinable thing we give every day?

What is the meaning of death?
Is it that grim reaper knocking at your door?
The inky blackness of nothing;
Or is it something that can’t be defined only experienced when it is time?
Many questions are asked everyday without even meaning to ask them.
They are hidden within the minds of those who are too afraid to speak out;
To let THEIR voices be heard.
So I ask you these questions in hope that you will ask them yourself;
To find the meaning of it for yourself and not what others say it is.

One final question is all I leave you with.
What is the meaning of everything that you thought you knew?

poem by Regan Meade
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Vital

close to my heart
lungs contract
chest falls

fighting
to maintain my
windy passion

chest rises
blood requires
oxygen's fire

still alive

poem by Steven Federle
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Hope (2)

Hope is what comes in the dark of the night
Hope is what whispers 'It will all be alright.'
Hope can blaze like a fire in the heart
Hope can reach across worlds set apart

Hope when lost can bring a world to the ground
Hope when forgotten can be silence amongst sound
Hope if not reached for is unlikely to be there
Hope if searched for can be found anywhere

Hope is a beacon
In a raging, stormy sea
Lighting a pathway
Leading you to be free

Hope is a ladder
From a pit full of death
An oxygen mask
Saving your final breath

Hope is a blaring sound as the world does crumble
Hope is a safe fall should you ever trip and stumble
Hope once found can stay forever, spead and grow
A protective shield against whatever life may throw

Hope is not just a shield, though
It is also the sword
The mightiest weapon one can brandish
The cheapest to hoard

Hope can split into many; strength and courage not least
Hope can be the poisoned wine in an enemy's feast
Hope, if lost, can always be regained if you believe
Hope never lets you fall, but lifts you up to achieve

poem by Alex Daydream
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Smoker

I billowed calmly as a cloud
Upon a course for acid rain,
When in the fog of smoking crowd,
My lungs collapsed in searing pain.

Full of soot and black with tar,
I coughed in vain for chest to clear;
At least my lungs had got this far
Despite my years of toxic air.

But Smokers' Lounge was home to me,
Where fellow addicts puff with joy:
Our pipes in hand, all friends are we,
‘Let's fine cigars now share, my boy! '

‘So gasp away! ' my motto cries,
‘And light another cigarette
Before a further smoker dies,
Which happens often - you can bet! '

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Poem Of Hope

Life is hope.
Hope of being happy in life.
Hope of being adjusting in life.
Hope of being able to achieve achievements in life.

Hope of being cared by some-one in life.
Hope of being loved by some-one in life.
Hope of being nice to every-one in life.
Hope of being responsible to loved-one in life.

Hope of light to see in darkness.
Hope of sunshine after the rain.
Hope of help in time of troubles.
Hope of wind in time of grief.
Hope of being alive to fulfill our duties.

Hope of joy to overcome sadness.
Hope of encouragement to overcome fear.

Hope of getting hope in life is hope.

poem by Neelapu Suresh
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My tiny alert alarm clock

I spent few pennies to buy her from the nearest garage sale.
Anyway she wake me up in time and send me to struggle to get few oxygen for my patchy lungs.
I am so sorry my dear that I have promised you to buy a can of rust remover (WD-40) for your birth day from my next salary,
That I'll do definitely.
The auspicious day will come one day and you cannot wake me up again anymore,
Then you can have the utmost rest forever!

To my loving brother and best friend 'Lalith' who taught me to read and write and lot of things about the fading life...........et cetera.,

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Oxygen Low

Starvation of the brain
oxygen low
Makes your mind take you
to another life

Family not dissimilar
voices sound familliar
but faces just seem to simulate

Starvation of the brain
oxygen low

poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Hope is a part of Life

Hope is for happiness to an ending
Hope is nothing if you don't beleive
Hope is a shooting star if you see one
Something can never end so, Hope is a part of Life

Hope is delicate from heaven to hell
Hope can't always help the gods
Hope shoudn't be about exciestence
Sometime when you're giving up on something, Hope is a part of Life

Hope can be an empty trail
Hope isn't for punishment or love
Hope is not a welcome guest
When is it that I saw you last time?
is it when we saw Hope is a part of Life

Hope can never be changed
What else that can be hope?
Hope is a passion
Hope can't always save you
Hope is something in Life that doesn't always happen everyday......

poem by Vanessa Sleeth
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Sinking

Life is so lonely and no hope I have
In this world I am so lonely
Nothing is to be happy about
Sadness is only here
I have nothing remaining and not even a single friend
Obviously, life is losing the meaning of it
How much longer can I go on, like this?
Have no idea as I am turning into a sinking ship
Will not be able to sail any further because I am losing all my hope
Everything, has no meaning remaining
I no longer deserve to be alive
Just, I am sinking, the depth is deep
So, all the efforts are just, hopeless.

poem by Rohit Sapra
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Cloud Of Meaning Over My Head

There is always a cloud of meaning over my head, I know
But I always look down on the ground
Never look up in the sky as my head is stuck with heat of life under my feet running into the shoes of tomorrow
I don't know how I can construct meaning out of dust in the heat
But I know meaning is over my head staring down at me
Absurdity is not meaning but life itself is meaning

poem by Nyein Way
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Hope & Pray

I see the headlights
Shining on the wall
It seems Ive got a visitor
Who is kind enough to call
And I hope and I pray, everyday
I hope and I pray its you.
I thought I heard some footsteps
On the floor
And tell me am I dreaming
Or is it someone at the door
cos I hope and I pray
Everyday
I hope and pray, its you
Autumn turns to winter
And winter turns to spring
I only know the passing of the days
And if you were to ask me
About the meaning of my life
It kind of lost its meaning
On the day you went away
You know that when it comes
To matters of the heart
I thought I had it covered
But its tearing me apart
And I hope and I pray
Everyday
I hope and I pray, its you.
Autumn turns to winter
And winter turns to spring
The summer sun still lingers
In my head
If it wasnt for the letters
That you wrote me from the heart
Id sometime wonder baby
If I dreamed it all instead
You see Ive got to feel your hand
Upon my face
I need to get the calling
To rejoin the human race
And I hope and I pray
Every day
I hope and I pray, its you.

song performed by by Moody Blues
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Were There Hope

I was never in a league of noble gentlemen
To whom she'd cast polite and flitting smiles,
Only distant hope and dying dreams for me!
Or perhaps descent into a game of wiles

To give a chance of sipping wine on heady nights
With her angelic presence to declare;
Above, an aura playing out hypnotic hues,
And I in awe of blonde cascades of hair.

But no! my tiring soul is sinking in a mire
To haunt me for an age and evermore, for
How could I expect to hold her silken hand
When I am but a soulless ghost of yore?

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Hope?
Never

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Life is without meaning. You bring the meaning to it. The meaning of life is whatever you ascribe it to be. Being alive is the meaning.

quote by Joseph Campbell
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A River Dies

a river dies choked to gills
expiring upon industrial waste

sadly as the river dies the fish die also
oxygen starved extinguished

life was a web of light upon the water
life web torn broken discarded

water breathed life into river flowing
man breathed in death river choking

oxygen rich river was flush with fish
smell taste drink putrid pollution

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Post Script Letters

i hope all is well with you, with dear love letters and blood smeared, i hope all is well with you, i find myself setting these picture afire with the memories of you, oh i hope all is well with you, theirs no match that can reignite the passion of you, there is no knife that can cut the blood i spill trying so valiantly to show you me, oh i hope all is well with you, for when you wake you walk like giants, you speak as if tongues had no meaning, as if waterfalls never shared the same breath with a dam, i hope all is well with you, for when i held your hand i felt meaning in everything, i felt beyond this prison i had created for myself, it seems Ive lost you again, i hope all is well with you, i cant speak your name anymore, it gets lost in the currents of the ocean i no long dare to tread, it gets caught in the telephone wires that never made a connection to the receiver on hold, well operator i hope all is well with you, because im alone here cutting....and i cant take another minute thinking of you, i waste my days in regret of you, well i hope all is well with you, because there is no fracture that will bring me back to you...

poem by Gabe Castro
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Dust Child

Come child sleep here by my side
Come child breathe your lungs a little while
Come child sleep here by my side
Come child to your surrender

Sleepwalking angel
Travel through a lonely house
Inspire hollow
Sadly follow
Your way to find me here

Come child sleep here by my side
Come child breathe your lungs a little more
Come child sleep here by my side
Come child to your surrender

Let dust settle
As blankets for your sleep
The skin tremble form the cold
Slowly'll corrode
Rest while you can
Before the sun comes up
And they'll find you where they find you
Only hope says they'll find you right here