Eyes and ears are poor witnesses to people if they have uncultured souls.
quote by Heraclitus
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The eyes are more exact witnesses than the ears.
quote by Heraclitus
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Uncultured Hope
still into the beauty of the wild and uncultured zone
hope is the cultured unconciousness
but connecting the gap is the hope unknown by a misty desire
exceptually bright with darkness uncultured
My Ears - My Eyes
My ears are my eyes because I am blind.
When I cross the street I listen for the sound of cars braking.
My ears are my eyes.
When I enter a room I tap my cane onto the floor and listen for the distance the echo travel to know how far I am away from someone else. My ears are my eyes.
I may never physical see the beauty of a spring day, but when I hear the birds are chirping, bikes constantly peddling by and lovers saying I love you. I know it is a beautiful spring day. I may be blind but I still see my ears are my eyes.
Note: No I am not blind myself but I know several people who are and this is me letting the rest of the world how they see through my poetry.
Ears Gone Deaf!
rich people pray
with their eyes closed,
hands in their pockets...
poor people pray
o'er shared fires,
the cooking pot names
the faces of their children.
whose God listens?
whose God cares?
the earth keeps turning
with ears gone deaf!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Early Works - Writers
We sit around the table
elbows poised and hands on chins
as airy voices ring in our ears
first about dogs
a pack of them chasing some poor deer
then we hear of a black and white
spotted monster
from there to Rabby Burns
who’s breeding like rabbits!
Then on to the poor misses who has everything
but doesn’t know what to do
and then a serenade
about people standing on their heads,
ah but it doesn’t finish there
my lurid tale is yet to befall their ears.
Heaven help them!
2 May 1985
poem by David Harris
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A Street Riot
Poor, hapless souls! at whom we stand aghast,
As at invading armies sweeping by —
As strange to haggard face and desperate cry —
Did we not know the worm must turn at last?
Poor, hungry men, with hungry children cast
Upon the wintry streets to thieve or die —
Suffering your wants and woes so silently -
Patient so long — is all your patience past?
Are there no ears to hear this warning call?
Are there no eyes to see this portent dread?
Must brute force rise and social order fall,
Ere these starved millions can be clothed and fed?
Justice be judge. Let future history say
Which are the greatest criminals to- day.
poem by Ada Cambridge
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Dance festival in Blackpool
Dance, Dance! !
let's put on our dancing shoes,
twirl around the ballroom like flying in the air.
delightful organ music fills up magnificent space, from foxtrot, samba to waltz...till eternity,
Songs and beats flow into our ears,
light up our souls.
Nobody can stop us now....
Dance Dance! !
Let's fly in the air at 380 feet, high up in the sky.
walkabout the tower top watching the vibrant city below our feet.
buildings like miniatures, land and sea are in unity.
Wind chimes into our ears,
Laughter in our souls
Nobody can stop us now...
Dance Dance! !
Let's feel the dance floor full of vibrant passions.
watching all the princes and princesses, trying their very best.
Music keeps them swaying, from head to toe, till immortality
our ears got tired, our eyes got sore
but our hearts are still packed with exhilaration
Nobody can stop us now
Dance Dance! !
Let's hop onto the open top, swinging around the city
driving along the promenade, passing by the tourist spots
houses in bricks, all in conformity
Gigglings in our ears
Happiness in our souls
Nobody can stop us now
Time Could?
poem by Michele Chi
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The Poor Have Souls Too!
the poor have souls too...
dreams, hopes, and desires.
their hands have worked the hoe,
pushed the plow, swung the axe...
have held their children,
and touched with love.
their needs are real,
and the same as all others.
their hunger raw and real,
their minds needing answers.
they dont need anyone else
to live their lives,
they want to live their own.
peace, warmth, food, and shelter...
and medical care!
doesnt seem like too much to ask.
the poor are still people,
and people need people!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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They Need A Million
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
I see a rainbow in the sky
So many colors and the light
I see the world and I see all the people
How theyre running all the time
I see your shadow over me
Then in my ears I hear a symphony
I see the world and I see all the people
What they are doing what they need
They need a million and a billion
And your money too
They need a million and a billion
And your moeny too
I feel fine though I realize
That I dont need the million
They are all poor
I feel fine though I have eyes
To see my world and all it skits on ice
I feel fine though I realize
That I dont need the million
They are all poor
I feel fine though I have eyes
To see my world and all it skits on ice
song performed by by Scorpions
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Law, Law, Law
Law
Law rules the poor,
Rich rules the law,
Every law has flaw
On poor, it is rich man’s paw,
Cases are adjourned
Witnesses are manipulated,
Justice may be delayed,
But Lawyers are survived!
Rich man predicts verdict
Poor man fails to detect
Law veiled by black coat
Penal code brooded in the court
Law, Law, Law still it is raw
Still might is right
Still justice is in dim light
poem by Mula Veereswara Rao
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“I remember…Justice”
“Struggles of women! ” rang in my ears as a child
“Poor justice! ” rang in my ears as a child
“Equality for us! ” rang in my ears as a child
What’s the point of screaming out loud?
I kept thinking in that moment as a child.
As marching with Nepal’s flag and holding index finger of my uncle,
I saw people in blue dress, green dress, and devil face without justice.
I saw people with sad face, gloomy face, and red face that didn’t had justice.
With my squeaky voice I said, ” Uncle, why are people so loud and hate man in blue and green dress? ”
He turned around and with polite voice he said, “Because that’s the people who does not give us justice”
“Struggles of women! ” screamed women next to us,
followed by, “Poor justice! ” by massive group of citizens.
I kept wondering, people need to stop chanting in my ear.
‘PEEOWW PEEOWW'
I saw women lying in concrete floor,
I remember, that thick red blood floating to my uncles toe.
He grabbed me so tight by hand, I thought hands were sore.
At age seven, this was too much to digest
Still till this day, I question
Is there justice anymore?
poem by Rimbus Shrestha
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Can You Hear Me Lucinda?
I am yelling Lucinda...
Asking you to open up your ears--
For you have been deaf far too long--
For way too many years;
Theres so much that you've missed out on...
With those ears that have been closed...
Can you hear me Lucinda?
All of the rhyme, the reason, the prose? ;
And what of your eyes Lucinda?
How long are you going to just keep looking away?
The truth is staring you in the face, Lucinda...
All of the horrid of yesterday! ;
Is it all just too heart wrenching?
Too much for your broken heart to face?
Can you hear me now Lucinda?
Beyond all of the ruffles, trifles and the frilly lace? ;
Beyond all of their false praise?
Beyond all of your friends who only pretend?
Beyond all of the reality that you face this day?
Beyond all of your real enemies eventual end? ;
Can you hear me now, Lucinda?
Are your ears opened up wide?
Are your eyes finally focusing, Lucinda?
There is no reason for you to hide! ;
For it was always them, Lucinda...!
It was always their plans and their schemes...! ! !
Counterfeit souls with greedy greenback goals...! ! !
Who shattered all of your dreams! ;
I know its all too painful...
But face them you must-my dear!
Its time for your eyes to see them and their reality...!
And its time for your ears to fully hear! ;
June 2,2010
The Essence
poem by Theodora Onken
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Simple Folk
We gaze in wide wonder,
Eyes open & fluttering
While we mere simple folk
Contemplate what it is you beautiful people do
Atop that great mountain of yours.
Please, send us scraps, tidbits and more
Oh great ones!
Have sympathy on our poor souls.
poem by One Who Waits
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Walls
Do walls have ears?
Can they hear what is said?
And if they hear what people say
do they wish their ears away?
Do walls have eyes?
Can they see what people do?
And if they see what people have done
do they wish their eyes could run?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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You Will Find Poverty
You will find poverty in the U S and Great Britain, in France and in Japan,
In Canada and in Australia, New Zealand as well as Iran
In South America and Europe, Africa and all through Asia as well
Throughout the Human World some in their Earthly Hell
In the past decade millions of people of hunger have died
As the gap between the haves and the have nots grow wide
In the World's wealthiest Countries homeless people not rare
So many poor people for every millionaire
And the social divide growing wider by the day
And that the poor are growing poorer does seem sad to say
In The Human World poverty of varying degrees
In the refugee camps millions of refugees
And poverty not a stranger anywhere
So many poor souls in the big World out there.
poem by Francis Duggan
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There are two types of poor people, those who are poor together and those who are poor alone. The first are the true poor, the others are rich people out of luck.
quote by Jean-Paul Sartre
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The writer isn't made in a vacuum. Writers are witnesses. The reason we need writers is because we need witnesses to this terrifying century.
quote by E.L. Doctorow
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Trembling leaves of the money tree
Poor souls pray beneath the tree,
If a strong wind comes
Leaves would be scattered
And they can pick into their bags.
Yes, the storm came but leaves are still there
And the poor souls blown away!
nimal dunuhinga
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Who is affected more when it's cold? Poor people. Who is affected more when it's hot? Poor people. Who is affected more when it's wet? Poor people. Who is most affected when the economy is bad? Poor people. Poor people are the most fragile.
quote by Russel Honore
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Our Souls Are Safe
Ghouls of heaven are beauty and modesty,
Greater deities come from this ugliness.
Their help is in hand, their aiding us is beneficial
When our life is like a cellar, and not a roof.
One house is forced to our self, and one home is essential
For they have no more than one and one is all.
Poor people are not rich in their paragraphs,
In their sizes and style, life is empty and non-proud.
Much is condemned by the rich,
Where is the speech of the poor?
The poor are ghouls, and we haven’t any goals
Or riches, but now we have.
Our heaven is not hell, and our souls are safe.
poem by Naveed Akram
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