Inflation continues till common man is completely sucked out of money, then recession sets in and continues till he becomes suckable again.
quote by B.J. Gupta
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Till winter
The light stays till the sun sets.
The night stays till the moon sets.
The drive stays till the ennui sets in
The pride stays till the loneliness sets in.
03.02.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Dilemma
To do not to do
To be not to be
Dilemma
Does not end
Struggle in the mind
Continues
Yes or no rules
The heart says yes
The mind says no
The mind says yes
The heart says no
The fight continues
Throughout the life
Dilemma
Does not end
Till the end of life
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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The World Still Spins
The world continues to spin,
It doesn't know where I've been,
Or where I'm going to go,
That, it doesn't need to know.
The world continues to spin,
As I continue to sin,
The places I'm going to see,
Places where I shouldn't even be.
The world continues to spin,
I feel like a washed up has been,
But isn't that what we all are,
For none of you are all that far.
The world continues to spin,
As I try to wash down the gin,
But it's all the same for death,
It always ends in one last breath.
poem by Hannah Eichenauer
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Process continues
All the eggs don’t hatch.
All the seeds don’t burst.
All the loves don’t spark.
Yet the process continues.
All the chicks don’t live.
All the sprouts don’t grow.
All the loves don’t bloom.
But the process continues.
Pest takes toll of the siblings.
Drought takes the toll of the seedlings.
Fate stalls many loves in making.
Still the process continues.
The process spurts the hope.
The process spurs the heart.
The process thrills the senses.
Evolution, thus, continues.
03.10.2000, Pkmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Diligence
at 3 o'clock
the surfer continues to search
for what is missing
in his life
scanning it like the pages of an old
diary
in his exhaustion he continues
till daybreak
until he finds it
he cannot sleep until the question is answered
there is this seed that grows within
there are roots digging
the value of his existence
the reasons enumerating why a day should be added
what tomorrows are relevant
why death is untimely
his fingers press the keys
until it finds
what he dreamt last night
the face of his father begging to do what he did not achieve
during his lifetime.
he hears the cries of the goat bound for the slaughterhouse.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Homeless Musician
The homeless man sets down his can and then begins to play,
singing the songs from older days,
he doesn't dress like he's been paid,
I stall to listen,
Oh his guitar has traveled far and ended up on main,
his lone companion on the train
the sole catharsis for his pain
his eyes, they glisten
The tears that fall will have a ball, they rise into the sky
the cycle repeats all your life,
continues after you die
continues after
The babe that cries will one day die and never live again
this looming fate awaits his friends
for every story has an end
but some end faster
poem by Clay Kohut
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Ode To The Heart
Ode to the heart that continues to feel
Through the many years of heart-ache
The lingering hurt
The many lies
The many tears shed
The many feelings being hidden
To this I say ode to the heart that continues to feel
For some hearts they turn to stone
Shut everyone out
Some even leave this world
This is why I say
Ode to the heart that continues to feel
With all the hurt in this world
poem by Savanah Cox
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I Mourn 17/03/09
I mourn in the morning
And the mourning continues till evening
Still till night
Even a hearty smile has hidden grief
But when the heart smiles through the eyes it shows
And grief the same
Though you could not tell
You would not notice tears falling from my eyes
How could you conceive my pain
But I still mourn from morning till evening
Night falls upon my anguish
And still I laugh with you as though you bring me happiness
Though misery is all you supply
poem by Rachael Hardy
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At The Party Last Night Till Dusk
you take your glass of red wine
and sit on one of the chairs in one corner
friends surround you
as though you are a port and they are docking boats
the laughter begins and continues
till nighttime till one
the glasses of wine take you to places
of memories
the conversations about the lives of other people
their misfortunes and sometimes successes
no one wants to leave
neither can all you keep on staying
till the wee hours of dusk
until the minds becomes groggy and restless
until you realize that peace has become elusive
you become part of the unforgiving crowd
amidst the words and sentences
you are one of those colons
so so alone this time
amidst the hill and mountains
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Whatever else may divide us, Europe is our common home; a common fate has linked us through the centuries, and it continues to link us today.
quote by Leonid Brezhnev
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A Life Long Romantic Libido!
Has anyone overcome romantic libido?
All living beings indulge in libido for fun;
It’s a game of lust lasting till the end!
Attraction and repulsion are common
For all in air, water and on land of Nature.
Pleasure is the object of mind, heart and soul
To get joy, peace and satisfaction for fulfilment!
The attraction blossoming into love is mysterious
Between lovers at first sight itself in the world
And romantic affair continues non-stop till fulfilment!
This is natural for all living beings on the Earth;
The natural programme for perpetuation of species
From the smallest ions to biggest animals and men
Is the same however rational or controlled each one is!
poem by Ramesh T A
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If Wishes And Dreams Were Money
If wishes and dreams were money, I would be a millionaire;
If they were all I needed, I would already be there,
Privy to your resplendent, amazing grace!
Nothing may serve to recompense or replace
What we have already, tragically lost-
We pay each and every day, our grievous lamentation, the cost!
With each day that passes, there is more about you to learn,
And all the while, this Father's heart continues to yearn
For Daughters that he does not even know,
Yet loves more than anyone-a love that continues to grow,
Despite our estrangement, by those who do not consider who
They might hurt-whose very responsibility was to consider you!
One day, my dreams and wishes will come true-
I will be the richest man in the world, when I again know you!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Stigma
he rose from the ashes
after the fire
he lost his house and
everything he has are
nothing but chars
years the stigma sticks
the trauma continues to rig
his heart
it is not gone
like the way he continues to live
his life rising as a star
though distant but shining still
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Answered Prayers?
... my day continues
after stopping for a burger,
fries and a coke
I drive to the nearest bookstore
and purchase
three new books
in Chile
they are picking out bodies
out of earthquake rubble
the west coast and Hawaii braces
for a string of tsunamis
my day continues
in Afghanistan yesterday
seventeen died
in a car bombing spree
I walk across the parking lot
enter my car
share the rest my fries with my dog
rub his ears, kiss his head
my day continues
like a disinterested god
I go on with my day
as others die
the rest of the world
always goes on
with its day
and we expect answered prayers?
poem by R. James Sterzinger
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Lies are eternal
Lies live as truths
Till they are contradicted.
This chain continues
In human perceptions
Of things and matter in the world.
28.12.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nonjudgmental
During the rush hours
Crowded and tired to get home
Appealing music comes from the corner
Ears listen to the music without any hesitation
Turn and twist
Listening and smiling
Watching the TV screen for the train arrival
Continues to listen till the train arrives
Different color and different environment
Walked side by side before the train door closes
Every heart stops by to appreciate it
Token of thanks provided from every pocket
Playing the music endlessly at the corner of the subway
Smiling and spreading the tune
Not being judged by Simon
Accepting all the compliments and still continues to play
poem by Tenzin Whitetara
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As the American public continues to focus more intensely on illegal immigration and securing the nation's borders, the number of members of the House Immigration Reform Caucus continues to grow.
quote by Virgil Goode
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Another Enlightenment
death helps delet an identity
and bury it forever in soil
life continues to flow till another physique
awakens it to another existence,
another name, another character
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Pathetic (my heart is the heart...)
my heart is a rat
with ADD
and is deprived of the
ability to learn
my heart is a fish
that's always looking
for the next hook
while his guts hang
strung on another line
my heart is the child
without senses
who grabs the red hot element
and never lifts his palm
my heart is the kid
who gets his ass kicked
at recess
and continues teasing
my heart is the boxer
with both eyes bleeding
round three
yet continues fighting
my heart is the dog
that challenges another
twice his fight and size
my heart is the drunk
stunted and slurring
reaching for another drink
my heart is pathetic
and needs assistance
it's selfish
and self destructive
my heart is the heart
that continues loving
long after it's
considered sane
my heart is the heart
that should be locked up
and never be allowed
to love again...
Innocence's Misery
a tear is torturing a heart filled with grief
and the shadows of humanity prevents the relief
the smoke of cruelty obscures the sun of life
that war continues till our brother we have to fight
human is not perfectly made as god is
selfishness and greed have led us to this
self love and pleasures are the drugs of blindess
human being is so blind till he's punishing the innocence
the society has become like an enraged volcano
and the flames of lava will burn our combo
till the music of joy turns to tragedy
that happiness we used to have becomes misery
free their blood and release their veins
the real question is where is our brain
we still want more we still want everything
when the innocence is crying and our futur is bleeding
poem by Sahar Alameddine
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