I may attempt a novel. I think that no matter what you write, it requires being honest with oneself, and you have to pull yourself out of the whirlwind of daily life.
quote by Iris Chang
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There is no such thing, at this date of the world's history, in America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dares to write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinion out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be so foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my paper, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalists is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press We are the tools and vassals of rich men behind the scenes. We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.
quote by John Swinton
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Whirlwind
Orbison/dees
Youre the figure of a woman
Youre the mind of a child
A pretty whirlwind
You dont know just what youre doing
When you love me with your smile
A lovely whirlwind
A whirlwind of warm desire
Whirlwind, burning fire woman, realize
That the devil in disguise, is a whirlwind
Born to be running wild and free
Whirlwind
Born to make fools of guys like me
You pick me up like a whirlwind
You put me down like a whirlwind
Each time you touch me Im trouble-bound
Whirl,whirl,whirlwind, whirl,whirl,whirlwind
Whirl,whirl,whirlwind, whirl,whirl,whirlwind
Whirlwind
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Knowing What Is Felt Within
There is nothing quite like,
Being honest with oneself.
Knowing what is felt within.
And how it affects...
Without concern of what comes next!
That's the best reality,
One can possibly get.
To admit mistakes...
With a forgiveness that it takes,
For one to move on!
Remaining strong and keeping a faith maintained.
After going through the motions...
Of living a life in pretense,
That 'something' about it has been lived well.
Until something about 'that'
Awakens one out of its limitation.
To realize...
There is nothing quite like,
Being honest with oneself.
Knowing what is felt within.
And how it affects...
Without concern of what comes next!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Be You
When one looks at history
We can either
Learn from the past
To adapt to the present
So you can
Face tomorrow's mysteries
The age old question
We all ask
Can we better ourselves?
To better oneself
You must be brave
To better oneself
You must know love
To better oneself
You must be strong
To better oneself
You must believe
To better oneself
You must learn to share
To better oneself
Just be you
After learning all
Of life's mysteries
One must discover
To be true to
Thine own self
Just be you
poem by Kaila George
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Up Above The Daily Hum
Wondering at the scope of my experience
Cautious so not to be cold
Caught up in the comfort of what I once was
Lost in all the brand new possibility
Oh to be
In the middle
Happy on the pull of the past
Just before the future comes
Hoping for the rush of some experience
That could elevate me
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
When is this all over
When does the next one begin
Happy on the pull of the past
Just before the future comes
Hoping for the rush of some experience
That could elevate me
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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The Cat Poem - with discussion
I must not write a poem
because I want to write a poem.
I must try to write the poem
when the poem has to be written.
Yes but what if my cat dies?
Yes, what if my cat dies
and I know my cat lived a
good and honest life
I can write a poem?
I can can’t I
I can have a cat poem can’t I
Life of an honest cat and that
Yes I know, I said the cat was honest
but I didn’t say that I was, and
I lied about the cat
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Discussion:
The poem begins as a slightly
finger wagging exercise in telling
people not to write just because
they want to write a poem - it must
be DRIVEN by the poem's insistence
on being written. The poet is
unable to sustain this arrogance
hence the cat. Then, using the
cat as an excuse, writes the poem
but in the end has to admit that
the cat was just a device to break
the rule outlined in the 4 opening
lines. (Secretly of course the poet
believes or at least hopes that the
poem is good enough to excuse itself
and be allowed to break the rule.)
But of course it isn't
poem by by unknown author
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The Ugliest Lovesong
I sit on the toilet
and wonder
what this love is about
It doesn't strike
as a thunder
it holds me down
I often stare at the mirror
and wonder why
it keeps me stuck to sorrow
I wonder how
To be honest I want to stay
lay
and wait
day after day
To be honest I don't know when
I ll become
my own best friend
my soul asylum
my dreams'grave
he makes me numb
he makes me dumb
he makes me cut my veins
It doesn't matter if I m aware
my legs are still
they go nowhere
It doesn't matter I know it s wrong
'cause I don't know what s good for me
I sit on the toilet and wonder
what this love is about
Would life be
any kinder?
I can't get out!
I write the ugliest love
song
I ever wrote
It doesn't matter I know it s wrong
'cause I don't know what s good for me
poem by Erika Conti
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How Do You Write Poetry
There is a question I am often asked,
of which I have no answer for at all.
The question is a simple one,
how do you write poetry?
To be honest I haven’t got a clue.
With me the words just trickle out
one after the other,
if they rhyme that is great
and if they don’t, I just scratch my head.
I cannot tell anyone how to write,
for me it’s just a natural thing.
I write almost everything,
novels, short stories, poems and songs.
I have even written a couple of plays,
but that was a long, long time ago.
However to tell anyone how to write,
I would not know where to begin.
The answer I give to the question is simple;
write whatever you like good or bad.
It’s yours and be proud of it
no matter what anyone else has to say.
The more you write the better you will get.
However, the most important thing
that you should always remember and that is
that you write, write, and write!
9 November 2011
poem by David Harris
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Reflective Discord
Angst what most vent out,
is uninhibited occasional release
It's a failed attempt at trying out,
but not all can one ever please
No matter how hard it may seem,
one must stick to own stance
Convince oneself of infallibility
even in a skewed circumstance
Seek out those little nuances
which even in distress come alive
The odds are to be contended
and for positivity one must strive
poem by Sunny Chopra
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I Did It For You
A Life without taking chances
Is no kind of life at all
You've gotta stand up for something
Even if you might fall
Gotta take that road
Wherever it might go
No matter where
No matter what
I want you to know
I want you to know
I...
Tried to do my best
To do the best I could
I...
Had to give my all
It's what I had to do
And I'd...
Do it all again
And that's the honest truth
I...
I did it for you
Maybe I was crazy
I guess I was sometimes
And maybe it's hard to change things
But I had to know what's right
Everyday you've got to live
For what you believe
Please understand
I had no choice
It's what had to be
It's what had to be
I...
Tried to do my best
To do the best I could
I...
Had to give my all
It's what I had to do
And I'd...
Do it all again
And that's the honest truth
I...
I did it for you
Oh,
And I had no choice, no
It was something that I believed
A dream that was driving me
A fire inside of me
I...
Tried to do my best
To do the best I could
And I...
Had to give my all
It's what I had to do
I'd...
Do it all again
And that's the honest truth
I...
I did it for you
Oh
I...
I did it for you
I did it for you
song performed by by Westlife
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0017 And Where The Joy
This, then, the question
for those whom it may concern –
to find a celebration in oneself
that, as outer is, so inner;
that all truth rests within oneself –
for where else can it be found?
to love oneself – for oneself must be loveable,
or none other could be loved for true;
to know all happiness to be within;
to celebrate all this; the world a constant joy;
to find this celebration in oneself.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Self indulgences.
The one who talks much of oneself
Is doing so to conceal as much oneself.
The one who curses much oneself
Is doing so to get pity for oneself.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Benevolence
Oftentimes there are things that we want to achieve,
Thinking that our world’s immortal
But through the years that pass by,
Radiant morning rays await us.
How important it is to cherish each moment
To spend each minute with the one you love,
Through these you feel and you can see
How blessed you are in spite of life’s hardship.
Nothing can hinder one’s sincerity
Only your heart and it’s content
How blissful it is to be true and honest;
No cheat or lies,
Because even mind, heart can’t be subdued.
A lot of things causes us confusion
Even we force ourselves, it fools us
But in optimism, there’s hope
Nothing’s more vital than to spend your life with the one you love.
Life’s an irony, everything we want is not meant for us;
But through it all, to love and be loved is the greatest,
No matter what, no matter how
But being true to each other, to the world to oneself
And the most important is to our LOVE.
poem by Jun Insigne
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It Is A Pleasure And A Privilege/To Be Able To Write A Poem
IT IS A PLEASURE AND A PRIVILEGE/TO BE ABLE TO WRITE A POEM
It is a pleasure and a privilege
To be able to write a poem
And afterwards read it back
To oneself-
And hear it as it were something
That truly is meant to be
A real thing outside oneself
Beyond one’s own control
A creation in itself-
A thing one has done
A little world
A page.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Write With My Heart
I write with my heart
My heart on my sleeve
I'm open and honest
At lest I try to be
I never question
If you're wrong
I never think
You're a mistake
To me you're just human
Just like me
I am who I say
I am whom I write
My life story is here
With each stanza I write
People they ask
Am I really for real
Yes I say with pride
Read the story of my life
poem by Kaila George
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Joy an illusion...
Joy an illusion...
Nothing in life seems to be fun,
Nothing in life seems to be joy,
Its always those ifs and but’s
Which pop up and create troubles,
No matter how much you try,
Happiness is a resource which is scarce everywhere,
No matter how much you attempt,
Failure always precedes success,
The joy is an illusion to which, there is no end and its just life,
That has too many bends
You never know which way you turn,
But the grass that appears greener on the other side never turns to be true…
poem by Mustafa Mun
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Toleration is the greatest gift of the mind; it requires the same effort of the brain that it takes to balance oneself on a bicycle.
quote by Helen Keller
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Toleration is the greatest gift of mind, it requires that same effort of the brain that it takes to balance oneself on a bicycle.
quote by Helen Keller
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Religion promotes the divine discontent within oneself, so that one tries to make oneself a better person and draw oneself closer to God.
quote by Cyril Cusack
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I Know Now!
yes i know now
LOVE
love is:
when you cant stop thinking about that person
you always wondering are they okay, what are they doing right now
are they thinking about me right now?
love is when you want the best for some one
you dont want them to smoke or do anything that can hurt them
love is when you you are always there for that person
love is when you know who they really are
love is honest
love is when you can trust some one with your life
love is not envious
love is patient
love is kind and thoughtful
love is forgiving
love is not about lust and evil
love is good and trust worthy
love is him who will do any thing for you no matter what
love is when you tell him to go away when your crying and he wont leave
love is when he appreciates you and who you really are
love comes back once you let it go
love is not hateful or ful of rage with love rage can be controlled love will not hit or sceam or pull
love will come humble and honest with truth and faith
hope that no one can stop thier love
poem by Samantha Duran
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