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The highest and most beautiful things in life are not to be heard about, nor read about, nor seen but, if one will, are to be lived.

quote by Soren Kierkegaard
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It's A Beautiful Life

I wish my brain would operate instead of standing still.
It's all so complicated,
The thread of my own thoughts seems to be disappearing into what seems
to be a logical conclusion.
I guess I just ran out of ideas.
I've heard a million songs about this and that,
and they gave me satisfaction...
But I see,
It's a Beautiful life.
Now comes the second verse and I have to at least keep the measures
straight.
It's been a long time now and i'm really insecure about it all.
I guess I didn't like seeing all the things I saw, Who needs it?
It's been a little painful and I hope I don't like the pain,
Cause I'd hate to think of myself like that...
'Cause I see,
It's a Beautiful life.
I like the old things, But I just can't give up the idea
of trying something a little bit different,
Even if it's stupid...
'Cause I see,
It's a Beautiful life.
Yes, I see,
It's a Beautiful life.
And I see,
It's a Beautiful life

song performed by by Don McLean
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Beautiful Music

Before I knew that I was blessed
When I was just like the rest of the people
Who never let dreams in their minds
Music would play and say
Maybe you're wastin' your time
Before I knew what good could be
When I couldn't see the need or the reason
For trusting in me or my star
Music would play and say
Hey, what a dummy you are!
And when I heard all the words about passion
Singin' to me about love of a fashion
That I never heard anywhere else
That's when I said,
"Gotta get some of that for myself"
And when I heard about hurtin' and healin'
Beautiful words about beautiful feelings
What lots of believin' could do
Beautiful music, I knew it just had to be true
You're beautiful
Beautiful Music
Beautiful Music
Beautiful Music
Beautiful Music
Beautiful Music
Before I saw my life in lights
When I couldn't taste the nights I was missin'
I'd listen alone in my bed
And music would sing to me
Things no one else even said
And when I heard all the words about passion
Singin' to me about love of a fashion
That I never heard anywhere else
That's when I said,
"Gotta get some of that for myself"
And when I heard about hurtin' and healin'
Beautiful words about beautiful feelings
What lots of believin' could do
Beautiful music, I knew it just had to be true
You're beautiful
Beautiful Music
Beautiful Music
Beautiful Music
Beautiful Music
Beautiful Music
Beautiful, Beautiful Music
Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful Music
Beautiful, Beautiful Music
Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful Music
Beautiful, Beautiful Music
Beautiful, Beautiful Music
-acapo

song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Ignorance Is Beautiful

She taught me two things,
‘Ignorance and Beautiful.'

One day, she told me,

'Let me tell you,
The meaning of Beautiful.
God is beautiful,
Nature is beautiful,
Life is beautiful,
Love is beautiful,
Care is beautiful,
Share is beautiful,
Understanding is beautiful,
Trust is beautiful,
Faith is beautiful,
Passion is beautiful,
Compassion is beautiful,
Air is beautiful,
Water is beautiful,
Earth is beautiful,
Fire is beautiful,
Energy is beautiful,
Here is beautiful,
There is beautiful,
Everywhere is beautiful,
Everyone is beautiful,
Everything is beautiful.'

I had to intervene,
'Looks the universe is beautiful,
But what is most beautiful? '
The reply comes full and straight,
'Ignorance is awesomely beautiful.'

Copyright © 2012 Sanjeev Kumar

poem by Sanjeev Kumar
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Now Or Ever

You've excluded me from depictions,
Of how your perfect life should be lived.
Those depictions were inflicted.
And for years,
To me you did this.

If you were not facing unsurmountable conflicts,
I doubt seriously if a 'we together' would be heard...
Coming from your lips.
That is a fact of life that between us has existed.
Painting over a Zebra's stripes...
Doesn't diminish the sight of it!

And what makes you think a 'togetherness' is what I wish?
I'm not the one with a mind confused in conflict.
I remember your specific words...
'Why bother with someone I regard as worthless.'

You've excluded me from depictions,
Of how your perfect life should be lived.
Those depictions were inflicted.
And for years,
To me you did this.

You left me to survive alone.
And on my own you were not in the picture.
Now or ever will that be my wish.

I did not barter my soul,
Hoping for a price paid by the highest bidder.
Nor did I quit to whore...
To solicit impressions to make.
Your chose to go through that door.

You left me to survive alone.
And on my own you were not in the picture.
Now or ever will that be my wish.
You chose to whore now you handle it!

I don't think of you like the others do.
You can blitz them with bling and other meaningless things.
But someone without integrity...
Has nothing else to offer to deliver,
Or without strings attached to me bring!

If you were not facing unsurmountable conflicts,
I doubt seriously if a 'we together' would be heard...
Coming from your lips.
You've excluded me from depictions,
Of how your perfect life should be lived.
Those depictions were inflicted.
And for years,
To me you did this.

Remove your garbage from my door.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ancient Recall

Ancient days that are all gone
I never had the chance to look upon.
I've heard of them.
I've read of them.
So why do I feel drawn
to these ancient times
That I do not know?
They are fascinating
and I can't let them go.

Days of horse-drawn carriages
and dresses that reach to the floor,
Nights lit up by lanterns,
Seclusion near a sycamore,
Music played by string quartets,
beautiful music by four.
I visualize all these things.
Have I lived this life before?

Somewhere from this vast universe
I hear a somber voice.
It speaks to me in sad remembrance
and says to me 'Rejoice.
All the days were your choice.
Enjoy them as you did in the past
for these too shall not last.
You will be drawn some day to them,
fascinated once more
by days that you'll call ancient,
ancient days of yore.'

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Objectified

All beautiful things meet their demise
Flowers in bloom surely will die
Frozen are the wings of the dead butterfly
Because all beautiful things meet their demise

All beautiful things meet their demise
Clouds of gray spoil the light of the skies
The ocean must fall in order to rise
Because all beautiful things meet their demise

All beautiful things meet their demise
I knew I was doomed when you first said, “Hi.”
Two ships in the night, we were bound to collide
Because all beautiful things meet their demise

All beautiful things meet their demise
Four months can pass in the blink of an eye
We lose ourselves without having to try
Because all beautiful things meet their demise

All beautiful things meet their demise
The simplest words become hard to define
You can’t see the truth when you cover your eyes
Because all beautiful things meet their demise

All beautiful things meet their demise
Your pay the price to take this ride
Slowly, you find that you’re living a lie
Because all beautiful things meet their demise

All beautiful things meet their demise
Pictures of us will fade over time
We become strangers in a world so wide
Because all beautiful things meet their demise

All beautiful things meet their demise
You’ll keep on searching for what you won’t find
You’ll lose your faith while I lose my mind
Because all beautiful things meet their demise

All beautiful things meet their demise
Sometimes your morals get left behind
It will be too late when you realize
Because all beautiful things meet their demise

poem by Vaida Marea
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To Tick With A Tocking All Of Our Clocks

Not too often,
But I do become quite amused...
By those who read my work,
And immediately have their perceptions of me.
Who I am and the life lived I pursue.

I am a writer and 'sometimes' I infuse,
My experiences lived.
But I am not an isolationist...
Observing life within limitations.

I have the ability to empathize,
With others unknown but do see.
I also listen to others as well...
With a focused attention.
Without that focus being centered on me.
I am not a self obsessor.

I am also a creature of curiosity.
An adventurer scouting out life,
And what life offers me.

And with a pad and pen with imagination too?
Well...
The environment is a canvas I observe.
To describe what is there existing.
Although there are times when people refuse,
To see themselves the way I do.

And believe it or not,
What is revealed to us all...
Has the capability to tick with a tocking,
All of our clocks.
With refusals to believe.
And denials to be heard to go on none stop.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Alan's On Fire

Go!
All my life I have been used by you
Time has come our game of love is through
Since I was born I've lived in the cold I've lived in the dark
Now I want heat now I want light igniting spark
I'm not a martyr but I am truth and you are a liar
But now my life of constant sadness goes up in the fire
I will
Be heard
And I will
Be heard
Step on me I'm here for you to see
I hope you choke as I go up in flames
I told you my problems but you never heard a word
This is the moment for once in my life I will be heard
I know there must be a better way but I don't know how
You've lied to me and you've ignored me
but you won't now
I will
Be heard
And I will
Be Heard
All my life I have been used by you
Time has come our game of love is through
A burning passion from a burning mass
reaches up for the sky
I've called you here my devoted family turn to watch me die
I'm not a martyr but I am truth and you are a liar
So now my life of constant sadness goes up in the fire
Yeah!
One

song performed by by Machine Head from Burn My Eyes
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No Life Is Right Until Lived

When the thrill of living my life has quieted to end,
I will not be discovered procrastinating with any fears.
Or recovering from regrets,
Of not facing challenges to overcome when first met.
Nor is my life in any position for anyone to place bets.
Although I may choose to take those risks 'I' accept.

I am a work-in-progress taking forward not backward steps.
I live a life lived unafraid to make mistakes.
And those monitoring perfection based upon etiquette,
Are powerless to suggest what my identity should be to please.
Since this life I live is 'my' experience without boundaries.
And I will dream to adventure and explore to make known.

No life is right until lived as one decides it.
With...
Or without,
Judgements heard that are passed.

With...
Or without,
Judgements heard that are passed...
No life is right until lived as one decides it.

No life is right until lived as one decides it.
And...
As one decides what life is right for them to live,
Who can demonstrate what perfection is?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poetry That Belongs Only To Poets

POETRY THAT BELONGS ONLY TO POETS

Poetry that belongs only to other poets
Is not the highest poetry-
The highest poetry speaks to all
Who can hear and read it-

Let the specialists play their formal tricks for educated sophistry
The poets who speak to us
Are heard in the most simple heart.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Your Status-Quo

You thought that you are the highest sinner!
No! ! Watch around you and see what others are doing;
Then you will better choose to do the right thing.
Try to gain your life back with the love of others and,
Learn about the ways of life to gain your status-quo;
For the mirror on the wall is watching you.

Mirror, mirror on the wall;
Where is my lover in this mirror? !
For i read about her in the Newspapers and now,
I would like to meet her in person soon.
Now you better think twice for,
You are not the highest sinner on this earth!

I left my boots in the boat and,
You left your sheep in the ship;
But, we will all die one day on this earth.
You are not the highest sinner and,
You need to look around you and think;
For this life is full of sinners already.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Balance Of Love

Price of your love's too much to pay
I'll save myself for another day
You want my love but you don't want me
You sell your goods with no guarantee
You're taxing me at your highest rate
You want my heart served on a plate
The balance of love is in the red
There's more to me than this double bed
The balance of love is now in the red
I'm fed up of empty promises
I won't let the grass grow under my feet
I've done my best to make our song complete
Your interest rate is much too low
You think that i've no life of my own
The days have gone for your macho values
I won't be walking in your shadows
You're taxing me at your highest rate
You want my heart served on a plate
The balance of love is in the red
There's more to me than this double bed
Plenty of fish are left in the sea
I seem to have picked a shark for me
The balance of love is now in the red
I'm fed up with the empty things you said
It's as if you've never heard of give and take
Must stop messing up me life make no mistake
It's as if you've never heard of give and take
Make no mistake
Give and take
Price of your kiss too much to pay
I'll save myself for another day
You want my love but you don't want me
You say it's a gift but it's just a loan
You thing that i've no life of my own
The balance of love is in the red
Plenty of fish are left in the sea
I seem to have picked a shark for me
The balance of love is now in the red
I'm fed up with the empty things you said
It's as if you've never heard of give and take
Must stop messing up my life make no mistake
It's as if you've never heard of give and take

song performed by by Howard Jones
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Dew on rose

“What a lovely rose you are with shining cheeks”
“We all pray God sincerely and honestly seek”
I used to laugh sometimes at the funny comments
I was feeling little odd when heard same from gents

Why a natural flower can’t have blossom?
Why a man can’t look tall and handsome?
Why female only looked at with strange behavior?
These all things puzzled me as little child or minor

I was ignorant about dark side of the law
May be it had several lacunas and flaws
The beautiful things were praised on the face
But there used to be blind rivalry and chase

I may stand before the mirror and murmur
There may be no one to listen to comments or humor
I liked some of the comments from all
I used to smile freely and respond to the call

Alas! This smile was short lived
As if my feet were e held by someone when dived
It was vast sea and depth immeasurable
I was sinking fast even though was fully capable

Some unknown hooligans entered the room
They found nice flower at its zenith with boom
What they had in mind with concern to beauty?
God only knows but I heard them saying as cutie

I was laid t ground and forcibly molested one by one
My cry went in air but not heard by any one
It was end of a flower that had so much to offer
Whole life in pain and endless span to suffer

What will I be caring as life lasting impression?
Is it curse to look beautiful and needs discussion?
Why can’t it be allowed to blossom in full view?
Why is it so that compelled to vapor like morning dew?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Beautiful Black Woman

Beautiful black woman,
What do you see?
I see an African Queen,
You deserve all the riches, Paradise, and the finer things.
Beautiful black woman,
What do you see?
I see a lady who has the sweetest smile and can handle the wild.
Beautiful black woman,
What do you see?
I see a woman who has the highest intelligence of all.
Beautiful black woman,
How about me?

poem by Tori A. Haynes
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It's A Beautiful Life

You can do what you want
Just seize the day
What you're doing tomorrow's
Gonna come your way.
Don't you ever consider giving up,
You will find, oooh
It's a beautiful life, oooh
It's a beautiful life, oooh
It's a beautiful life, oooh.
I just wanna be here beside you
And stay until the break of dawn
Take a walk in the park
When you feel down.
There's so many things there
That's gonna lift you up
See the nature in bloom a laughing child
Such a dream, oooh
It's a beautiful life, oooh
It's a beautiful life, oooh
It's a beautiful life, oooh.
I just wanna be here beside you
I just wanna be here beside you
And stay until the break of dawn
You're looking for somewhere to belong.
You're standing all alone
For someone to guide you on your way
Now and forever
It's a beautiful life, oooh
It's a beautiful life, oooh
It's a beautiful life, oooh.
I just wanna be anybody
We're living in different ways
It's a beautiful life
I'm gonna take you to a place
I've never been before, o yeah
It's a beautiful life
I'm gonna take you in my arms
And fly away with you tonight
It's a beautiful life, oooh...

song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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If I Lived One More LIfe... I Would

If I lived one more life
I would melt by the gentle sight of you
I would believe that your love is true
I would erase my fake intention
I would hold back all my foolish emotion

If I lived one more life
I would read all yr colorful envelopes
I would never burn your words of hopes
I would cherish your banner on the wall
I would make sure it will never fall

If I lived one more life
I would pick up your call night & days
I would guarantee your mind not decays
I would let my door open at all time
I would safe your sanity to prevent any crime

If I lived one more life
I would stand before you on my knee
I would beg your family to forgive me
I would plead to share your torture
I would fight to bring back your future

If I lived one more life
I would endure all your hate
I would accept you as my fate
I would strive to give you the best of me
I would die in your arms and be happy

If I lived one more life … I would

Dedicated to D.N.R – It’s been 14 years… This is my apology, I mean every word.

poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani
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Planet Earth

I heard a girl in a dress
Say her face was a mess
I heard theres no reason why
I heard that nows the time to buy
On planet earth
Ill probably stay
On planet earth
Its a place to live your life
Where pleasure follows pain
People go insane
Fly around in planes
Pray that it wont rain
Drive around in cars
Get drunk in local bars
Dream of being stars
Well I lived all my life on planet earth
I saw a girl lose all control
When she lost her new mink stole
I saw her try to catch a man
Things I couldnt understand
On planet earth
Ill probably stay
On planet earth
Its a place to live your life
Where pleasure follows pain
People go insane
Fly around in planes
Pray that it wont rain
Drive around in cars
Get drunk in local bars
Dream of being stars
Well I lived all my life on planet earth
I saw a man on a stage
Scream put me back in my cage
I saw him hang by his tie
I saw enough to make me cry
On planet earth
On planet earth
I lived all my life on planet earth
I lived all my life on planet earth
On planet earth
(repeat)

song performed by by Devo
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Euonia For Blok

things beautiful
some things,
beautiful things like

blooms of booms
flumes of flames in fumes

things beautiful, of all
things beautiful, so beautiful
so near, yet
so untouched, you look around

for things so beautiful
bloomings of boomings boozing

a, e, i, o, u

love love love lovely love
lovingly loving love loved

lastly this lust asking: love do you still love me?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Child Asked

A child asked 'Why am I here? '
with eyes as bright as a star.
The answer was given and understood.
'To be just who you are.'

Content with what she heard that day,
she lived her life and knew
that everything she wanted in life
is what she would try to do.

A child asked 'Why am I here? '
with hesitant eyes so sad.
The answer was given but not understood.
'To try to never be bad.'

Upset with what he heard that day
he lived his life in fear,
afraid that whatever he did in life
would always bring a tear.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Scanning

Scan the societyby the power of poem
Let the rare disease of humanity go.

One or two line of live poem is enough
And it save the human race from disorders.

Please read read read and read the poem
Be a perfect man of highest order.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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