Life without idealism is empty indeed. We just hope or starve to death.
quote by Pearl S. Buck
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The Message II
Cast out the bondwoman and her son,
For her son will never ne the heir!
But whatever a man sows, so shall he reap.
Empty pride,
The new creation will prevail!
And like an allegory to satisfy your muse.
To be blameless and harmless in this life,
Check out the rainbow colours and learn from them;
And let your waist be belted with the truth always.
Let your conduct be worthy of the message,
And try to overcome empty glory!
For all that you do should be done in love.
The romance of love to love,
The aroma of life to life,
The passions of hope to hope,
And the smell of death to death!
But try to know the depth of my love towards you,
'Anathema! Maranatha! ! '
Love is really the key of life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Hope is a part of Life
Hope is for happiness to an ending
Hope is nothing if you don't beleive
Hope is a shooting star if you see one
Something can never end so, Hope is a part of Life
Hope is delicate from heaven to hell
Hope can't always help the gods
Hope shoudn't be about exciestence
Sometime when you're giving up on something, Hope is a part of Life
Hope can be an empty trail
Hope isn't for punishment or love
Hope is not a welcome guest
When is it that I saw you last time?
is it when we saw Hope is a part of Life
Hope can never be changed
What else that can be hope?
Hope is a passion
Hope can't always save you
Hope is something in Life that doesn't always happen everyday......
poem by Vanessa Sleeth
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To eat bread without hope is still slowly to starve to death.
quote by Pearl S. Buck
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Ask Not For Whom The Bell Tolls
It is a matter of life and death.
We sense our mortality in the destiny of another.
This isn't easy for us to confront.
We seek ignorance of such final thoughts.
Only those who have been made aware,
Can truly face death.
We look at its empty eyes and see nothing.
At first, we are afraid.
This is our human existence at stake.
If we were merely mortals, then this would be normal.
However, humans are not merely mortals.
Every single word within us cries out against the waste.
I am unique. So are you.
There is an expression,
'We will never see his like again.'
Even so, Easter has taught us
That God preserves the life force beyond death.
It is the hope of resurrection
That sustains us in this life.
Those that have this faith in God,
Believe in the past, the present AND the future
And we therefore spend our lives
In prayer and good works.
No matter where we are,
While there is a single thought left within us,
We can still pray.
This is life.
Not the striving for more and more things,
While others starve to death.
Let's be more sympathetic
In regard to complete strangers,
Men, women and children
Facing terrifying squalor, disease and persecution.
It's easy to feel sorry
For the good old Georges of this world,
Because they are the good ones we don't want to lose.
But what about the tiny babies
Who haven't the strength to lift a finger
To do any good works?
They are more deserving if left to live a full life
Than the ones who have already lived for decades...
Many of these have never seen a shoe...
And they don't even know that each one of them
Has an eternal soul...
poem by Denis Martindale
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The natural idealism of youth is an idealism, alas, for which we do not always provide as many outlets as we should.
quote by Sargent Shriver
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So
So you make a little money
Off of somebody elses sweat
So some people starve a little
While you get fat
While you get fat
So you grind and grind
And you push and shove
And claim that those most worthy
Will get what they deserve
What they deserve
It cant be true
It cant be true
Because Ive seen too many hungry faces
Ive seen too many with the likes of you
It cant be true
For you everything has its price
You give nothing away for free
If silence were truly golden
I guess no one could sleep
No one could sleep
You have money at your fingertips
People at your beck and call
And youre fool enough
To think for a price
You can have the whole wide world
For all our sakes
And all our lives
We must hope the words
That come from your lips
We must hope those words are lies
For all our sakes
And all our lives
We must hope the dreams
Soulless visions that you have
Are never realized
So
Youve got a big house
And you drive a fancy car
So what if your pockets are full
If you have an empty heart
You snap your fingers
And all the waters part
So what if the people bow down
If they show you no regard
Your left hand
Always watches your right
So what if you trust in god
If you cant sleep at night
You think youve made it
You think youve got what everyone wants
So what if youre a big fat man
With an empty little heart
Who has made a little money
Off of somebody elses sweat
Who watched the people starve
While you got fat
While you got fat
You got fat
You got fat
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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You see, idealism detached from action is just a dream. But idealism allied with pragmatism, with rolling up your sleeves and making the world bend a bit, is very exciting. It's very real. It's very strong.
Hope, hope, hope.....
Hope, hope, hope.
Some hope for a better life,
Some hope for a better death,
Some hope for a better life after death,
The old hope to be younger,
The young hope to be older.
A plethora of discontent in whatever they are,
A plethora of discontent in wherever they are.
What is hope if not just a string they cling on to?
What is hope if not just mere discontent?
poem by Bodhi Citta
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What Hope Is
What Hope Is
Hope is...the beam of light that shines in the darkness
Hope is...the the diamond buried in the rock
Hope is...the fire burning in the snow
Hope is...the seeds among the lava fields
Hope is...the life among all death
Hope is...the egg laid upon the nest
Hope is...the DNA in our blood
Hope is...the sprouts among the charred ash of it's father
Hope is...the love amidst all the world's hate
Hope is...the heart beating in our bodies
Hope is...the things that we look towards to guide us through our life
poem by Michael Carlson
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Life Or Death?
Every day we live, we always face death
We get closer to it, every time we take a breath
Life is special but death brings peace
Life brings reality and things you believe
Death is hard for everyone around
Death is quiet, no more bad sounds
Life is also hard, all the things we go through
Life can never be easy, no matter what you do
Death is sad, for those who cry
Death is meaningful, for those who die
Life is a work of art, it's nice to look
Life is full of teachings, like an open book
Death is the new life, might as well be dead
Death is a lot more, for what's up ahead
Life brings new things, always something new
Life brings surprises, something out the blue
Death is scary, nothing we want to see
Death is negative, a place we don't want to be
Life is full of love, with the ones close to you
Life is full of money, for those who sue
Death is empty, nothing compared to this
Death is a lot of things, too long of a list
But life is everything; don't wait till there's nothing left
Death can wait, so don't waste your last breath
So just pick your choice, which one? Life or death?
poem by Triauna Hall
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Death, My Friend
Death, my friend - so good to see you!
Stand aloft and view my soul!
I have to say you’re looking frightful -
Bony chum, you affable ghoul.
Death, my friend, so charmed I’m sure!
State your case and tell me straight -
Am I worthy of reward, so
Venture I to Heaven’s Gate?
Death, my friend, a new acquaintance!
You're always welcome in my home -
Though the stare from empty sockets
Indicates to Hell we roam!
Death, my friend - my bosom buddy.
My! your finger points at me!
Be you tired of my frivolity?
Aha, I see - Oblivion, we!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Poem Of Hope
Life is hope.
Hope of being happy in life.
Hope of being adjusting in life.
Hope of being able to achieve achievements in life.
Hope of being cared by some-one in life.
Hope of being loved by some-one in life.
Hope of being nice to every-one in life.
Hope of being responsible to loved-one in life.
Hope of light to see in darkness.
Hope of sunshine after the rain.
Hope of help in time of troubles.
Hope of wind in time of grief.
Hope of being alive to fulfill our duties.
Hope of joy to overcome sadness.
Hope of encouragement to overcome fear.
Hope of getting hope in life is hope.
poem by Neelapu Suresh
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Night Close
Under night close
Death rose to greet me.
I turned; looked back,
Though nothing beckoned -
No one cried or mourned.
Scorned by all
- My fellow race -
I shed the byes to empty space, then
Gazed upon the stony face
Of Death anon, and
So chose our treaty.
Line of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Hope
Without hope the human race would simply not exist.
There would be no pain, no fate, no destiny or death.
For hope is a part of life itself, it defines the human race.
Without it doom would engulf our very existance.
Pain, sorrow and despair only serve to breed new hope.
Even as man's destructive war machine rages there is hope.
Hope for a life bereft of hunger, hatred and prejudice.
Or even a hope to die a swift and painless death.
All of mans dreams are born upon the wings of hope...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Disingenuousness
Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.
Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:
Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!
Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
The March of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Enemy Series: Life and Death from Wizard 101
Life and Death are different
Life is warm
Death is cold
But they still share a school
Life is hope and wonders
Death is whimps and sorrow
But both share the same dream
Life is good
Death is great
Great as the number eight
But afraid of eachother
Life is in death
As death is in life
So whats the difference?
I SAY NONE!
(WIZARD 101 LOVERS FRIEND ASHLEY MOONFLOWER SHE ROCKS!) Note from Enyioma Okereke
poem by Nikishioshianamariatolinda Madekieosafreamnuytuiyf
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I know idealism is not playing on the radio right now, you don't see it on TV, irony is on heavy rotation, the knowingness, the smirk, the tired joke. I've tried them all out but I'll tell you this, outside this campus — and even inside it — idealism is under siege — beset by materialism, narcissism and all the other isms of indifference. Baggism, Shaggism. Raggism. Notism, graduationism, chismism, I don't know. Where's John Lennon when you need him?
An Elegy to Heart
Heart within heart
Life within life
A hope?
A mirage?
A foolish whim?
Unfulfilled hopes
Testing idealism
Unnerving anxieties
Dark lonelinesses…
Ah!
When love, scarce
When the known, a caricature
When companionship, a test
When heart shatters in silence
When agony performs a ghost dance
Still…
To love as you’re
To love me as I’m
Isn’t that a vain hope?
Isn’t that a mirage
Ah, a foolish whim?
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Simply Alone
Simply alone as an angel cries
Becoming empty as all her
Hope hides
Simply alone she sits by a window
Bearing wishes of death to Un-fold
Hope lies
Simply alone with out her own home
Beside a story of healing worry
Simply alone and simply Un-known
Hope cries
Simply because she is simply alone
Hope hides hope lies hope cries does hope die?
Or does hope again try?
poem by Susan Covington
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Give a man a fish and he won't starve for a day. Teach a man how to fish and he won't starve for his entire life.