The past, though it cannot be relived, can always be repaired.
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To supply people for ages in camps makes no sense... you have to rebuild that cabana that they rent out to tourists on the weekend. They need help getting their fields repaired and their boats repaired.
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My Saga
Undefined future
untold story
unheard pain
uprooted feet
unsung glory.
Relived past
retold story
renamed word
past, present and future
all blurred.
Time changes
with a new world’s worth,
century unfolds
with a new mirth.
Woman, thy name
and saga remains the same.
Copyright©2011Rizvana Parveen
poem by Rizvana Parveen
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Seeing Things Not There
Our voices are sometimes muted
on seeing things that are not there.
Witnessing events relived from the past
by people no longer here,
hearing voices we cannot explain.
At first, they frighten us,
as we know not what they are
or where they come from.
However, they hold our fascination
at what only we can see and hear.
Millions of moments from the past
cross our path throughout our life.
Some remain invisible except to our ears
and others re-enact a history
in which they were involved.
The less we talk about them,
the less we will understand
why they pay a visit to only us
when millions of others
walk along the same path.
21 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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Past
It is story of cautious optimist
Carved out a way safe way amidst
It was no do or die approach
But reasonable enough as such
What if it was glorious to dream?
What if it had shined like sun beam?
It was ultimate end so what is left to rejoice
When we have no compulsion or choice
Past is not for us to remember
Yet not to forget either
As it may act as torch bearer
To surge ahead without any fear
Past is to make amends
That should be the trend
It is to be relived with refined approach
As it is the only way to adjust as such
Present may not be that sweet
Yet we need to add fragrance and greet
We may not be able to restore past
But present is to be moved very fast
One thing is very much certain
Neither pf the things remain
Nor disappear all of sudden
It has its own time to trouble you even
It is immaterial if you fail to adjust
Loose the confidence and trust
Neither the past nor the present can be justified
As life won't give you chance and remain mystified
So one must think with optimism
To push aside ashes of pessimism
That is the only way to move ahead
When entire universe is before us to read
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Six Feet Below
Past the fence is where they lay,
This is their home, this is their ground,
This is where they cry,
In this place they rest and are never found.
Here he put them when he was through,
Here is the place he comes when his work is done,
They all lay and watch, they used to be few
Now it has become his hobby what he does for fun.
They want to tell you, they send you dreams,
Yet we block these dreams for we are scared,
We shall never know what it means,
And so we shall be in darkness and the pain will never be repaired.
In this hidden graveyard they lay,
They watch people walk past unknowing,
They watch them day by day.
Being the only ones that know the truth, they hold the knowing.
He does his work so quietly, so well,
That we never see him coming, we never know.
Is he saying the truth, the living will never be able to tell,
For if you want to know the truth you have to be six feet below.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Just Wanting To Be Understood
No one understands
No one comprehends the pain I feel
No one cares
What happens to me
No one cares
How I end up
Anger running so deep inside
I've been hurt on too many times
Pain strikes with every thought
Of how life used to be
Friends and loved ones lost
Relationships once had ignited
Everything in life killed
By one feeling
ANGER
Pain streaks through my veins
As I try to feel what I used to
As I try to imagine
The good old days
When everything was better
When someone actually cared
The pain never leaves
From way back when
Images stuck in my head
Thoughts never said
Life sinks into a hole
No one notices what happened
Disappeared and never returned
Best friends never again
More pain hits
Nothing ever the same
Anger so deep you want to kill
Given the chance you probably will
Hatred, pain, past memories relived
Wondering what is in store
How you hate the life you live
Want to hide
And never return
Die and never be seen
Live a different life than you lead
Get out and roam
You've tried before
Never quite got out that door
Always one more thing to do
Never time for just you
No one ever seems to care
Life was better somewhere else
Death seems so much better
But deep down inside
You know it's no the answer
Get out you scream
To your pain
Leave forever
And come not again
Hatred is the cause of this all
Nothing understood by those who care
They don't seem to know you're there
They hear but don't understand
They see but don't comprehend
Life so simple never repaired
Everything seems so useless there
Killing all around us
Between ourselves
Wanting to get out
Of this world we live
Death seems the answer
Yet never said
Tried so hard but never won
Anger towards ones your supposed to love
No more trust
To him you give
Hurt you one to many times
Permanent was the pain
Bruises from his anger you recieve
More anger you then get
Killing not the answer here
Wishing it was
So you could be free
One more freedom you would get
If he weren't around to hit
Anger can't be released anymore
Trouble is caused to much
Always more pain from it
What to do you do not know
Leaving for good would be so great
Getting out of something so bad
Worse than thousand about to die
poem by Dani Sears
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Life's sparkle...
There are times when my soul becomes engulfed,
In feelings of fear, confusion and lonliness,
And all sense of direction is seemingly lost,
When the chilling air of self doubt fills my soul,
Each pathway seemingly leading to despair,
Yet this breeze has awakened me to my own failings,
I meander swiftly along alley ways of hope,
Through crowded passage ways of emotion,
Seeking to be the resurrector of dreams once held,
Hope reborn, life's mission remembered,
Those past times relived when we were as one,
The imprint of beauty and love tattooed upon my soul,
Has become the blueprint my heart shall surely follow,
So that we me once again sparkle with the freshness of life...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
We all wear our past like some cosmic backpack,
Although we cannot see it, we know it's there,
And we may only outrun it by being better than we were...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Death's Delight
The cold winds howl,
as snow whips through the air,
death is in delight,
as he comes near,
a soul to deliver,
to the other plain,
relived of all it's mortal pain.
poem by Walter C. Edwards
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Everything may be repaired except the neckbone.
The bridge is repaired only after someone falls in the water.
White Letters On Green Green Grass
Never had he spoken of what they saw
He’d held it back- his emotions raw
Until this day when it came to pass
He found the name etched in black glass
Before that wall he found himself kneeling
Couldn’t shake the overwhelming feeling
His ravaged soul opened up at last
As long-buried memories flooded from the past
Black ink against the paper lined
On and on as he spoke his mind
Comrades-in-arms; friends ‘till the last
White letter on green green grass…..
His tears spilled and on the paper fell
As he wrote it all down; describing their hell
Fevered and hard; the words came fast
Purging his soul as he relived their past
Black ink against the paper lined
On and on as he spoke his mind
Comrades-in-arms; friends till the last
White letter on green green grass…..
poem by Julie Dant
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Most of us would never consider getting our car repaired without first receiving an estimate of the charges, but this is exactly what we do when we need to go to a hospital for treatment.
quote by Dan Lipinski
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The want of goods is easily repaired, but the poverty of the soul is irreparable.
quote by Michel de Montaigne
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I Don't Know Where The Past Is Gone
I don’t know where the past is gone
I only know most of my own life is over-
I don’t know where the past has gone
I only know so many people I loved
Are no longer here and will never be here again-
I don’t know where the past has gone
I only know that that chance I had that hope for so many years
Can never be mine in the same way again-
I don’t know where the past has gone
So many moments of beauty and love and opportunity missed and longing unrealized-
I don’t know where the past has gone
And what of it I should miss
And why I should long for it so.
I don’t know where the past has gone
And where my life was lost and why I did not do better in it-
I don’t know where the past has gone
And what will be when for me
Everything is only the Past gone
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Curing Cancer
Cancer has become curable.
The treatment is much damaging.
It is like the doors repaired
By when the walls have collapsed.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A reputation once broken may possibly be repaired, but the world will always keep their eyes on the spot where the crack was.
quote by Joseph Hall
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Buffalo Bill
Looking for owls? the young man asked
Hoping to lighten the tension
And the scowl he received as his only reply
Made him smile as he relived the mention
And the coward fool walked on alone
Quite proud of the fear he instilled
And later they found him, tied to a log
Bent over and buffalo billed
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We need prefab housing, we need to repair what can be repaired. We have appealed to the whole world to ship tents and blankets to Pakistan.
quote by Shaukat Aziz
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Those Times Passed
Keep your focus and your mind,
On what is observed!
With an awakening consciousness to find.
And not on the passing of time.
Since the speed of it...
That time with us to come,
To rapidly from us split...
Will lose you, me and others too,
To reminisce memories....
With a wishing done to return all of it.
And those times passed for all of us...
Are not going to be relived,
To see or breathe again...
Not anytime soon.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To The One I've Known When I Was Younger Then
there was something in the past
that burnt me
you were there innocent like someone who does not belong
to earth
you never had he wings of an angel or even that of a bird
the chicken in you shames me
you were telling stories that i had no right to listen
because they hurt me
you did not know, you were a stranger in my heart
i was shattered with the news
you laughed at me, that was my first shame,
i fetched water from the well, repaired the leaking roof of the
house of my father, did not talk to mama for days,
regretting that i was born
with a limp on my leg, a black mark on my face,
a weakness on my heels
i did not change anything, it would be impossible
i must live all my years, and you shut your mouth up
you know very well, that despite everything
i am human and i have the right to be here
and you went your way, and i avoided the cross-crossing of
our paths
i live my life well, and that is your shame.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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