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It's possible to take that as a personal metaphor and then multiply it to a people, a race, a sex, a time. If we can keep this thing going long enough, if we can survive and teach what we know, we'll make it.

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Survival Shake

This is no story its the key of existence
A little thing you better not forget
I dont know nothing bout its a water-resistance
Why dont you use your head
And survive, survive, survive
You got to survive
Survive, survive, survive
You got to survive
So tell me darling what you wanna be
A welcome idiot in an appletree
I shake you up and I shake you down
Down to the ground
To survive, survive, survive
You got to survive
Survive, survive
All you got to do is to survive
You just got one life
All you got to do is to survive
You just got one life
So better be careful boy
Survive, survive, survive...

song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Personal

Anything you want from me
Ill do
But first
Lets get personal
Personal
Personal
Personal
Lets get personal
Personal
Personal
Personal
Personal with you
Were sittin havin dinner at your parents home
Some of the finest food Ive ever known
But I need some sweetness on my tongue
And it aint a type of sugar oh no
So maybe we can go somewhere
Neighbour room girl I dont care
Wheres the bedroom
(its upstairs)
Ill meet you there in a minute
Girl so we can get
Lets get personal (ooh yeah)
Personal (tight baby)
Personal (maybe we can get)
Personal (just a little, just a little bit)
Lets get personal (ooh yay)
Personal (I wanna get personal)
Personal (come on baby, just trust me)
Personal (I wanna get)
Personal with you
Im behind you in your bedroom with your hands against the wall
But keeping one eye on the door
Got your t-shirt and your panties on
Ooh I feel so right, cant be wrong, no
I know you like it when I touch you there
Girl just keep it quiet or theyll hear
Feel the tremblin all down your leg
Id love to head to your bed
So that we can get
Personal
Shhh
Should I take off my clothes (no)
Put the lock on the door
Let go of your deepest inhibitions
Let me fulfil your fantasies girl
Like me touching you there (yeah)
The way that I play with your hair
Emotions running wild until we stop
Yeah
Lets get personal (ooh baby)
Personal (I wanna get personal with you)
Personal (we can do anything you wanna do)
Personal (whoah)
Lets get personal (when you rub and youre close to me)
Personal (feel the fire just like ecstasy)
Personal (girl and the way that youre touching me I want it baby all the time)
Personal
Personal with you
Oh I want to
Make love to you
So lets
Get personal
Let me be
Your fantasy
Youre all
I need oh girl
Lets get personal
Personal (with every little thing you do)
Personal (its like ecstasy baby)
Personal (when Im right when Im back next to you)
Personal (girl I dont give a damn about)
Personal (whos that saw, go downstairs)
Personal (I just wanna get personal baby)
Personal (so bad makes me wanna say)
Oh whoa whoa whoa
It makes me wanna say
Oh whoa whoa whoa
All of my people say
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh

song performed by by Craig David
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Our Survival

We shall survive distance.
We shall survive space.
But can we survive the loneliness
that we have to face?

We shall survive winter.
We shall survive spring.
But can we survive the guilt
of the wedding ring?

We shall survive long nights.
We shall survive days.
But can we survive the longings
that always and forever stays?

We shall survive suspicion.
We shall survive fear.
But can we survive living
without each other, dear?

We shall survive all of this
if we put our love first.
We shall survive hunger.
We shall survive thirst
only if this love is true.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Will We Survive? Yom HaShoah 5768

WILL WE SURVIVE? YOM HASHOAH 5768

Will we survive?
I don’t know.
I will not survive.
But will we survive?
Will my children grow old here?
Will there be generations to come here?
Will Israel survive?
Will the Jewish people survive?

G-d has promised us
But can we trust G-d?
Can we trust anyone or anything
After what we have been through.

Israel is here.
Sixty years.
The Jewish people
A few thousand or more
Will we survive?
How long?

I don’t know.
I pray we will do right
May God help us

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Poetry And Politics Should Not Be Mixed

I love my poetry pure and personal
The feelings of the single soul
In loneliness and love
In sadness and in happiness

But when they call us animal names
And say they want to kill us all
And when they make us into microbes and cancers
They say they will exterminate

How can I go on just by myself only for myself?

Mustn’t I say I come from a people
Whose Name for God means Peace
And who teach Kindness as life’s first quality?
A people who perhaps more than any other
Have suffered cruelty in their struggle to survive?

Mustn’t I with my small words nonetheless strive to say
We will fight to survive
Though
We in Israel want no wars and no hate and no killing and no death
We want our neighbors to thrive and prosper
And all peoples to live and worship in their own way

Mustn’t I say
War will be waged only reluctantly as last resort
As Peace for all
Is what we need and pray
Lion with the lamb
Under fig tree and vine
As our prophets taught in the Holy Land
So many years ago.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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American Pie

A long long time ago I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
And I knew that if I had my chance
I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while

Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so
Now do you believe in rock 'n roll
And can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow

Well

song performed by by Madonna from The Next Best Thing Soundtrack
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X

Tell the people
Tell the people that arrive
Tell the people
Tell the people that arrive

We don't need to multiply
We don't need to multiply
We don't need to multiply
We don't need to multiply
Die

Show your people
Show your people how we die
Show your people
Show your people how we die

We don't need to nullify
We don't need to nullify
We don't need to nullify
We don't need to nullify
No one needs to nullify
No one needs to nullify
No one needs to nullify
We don't need to nullify

We don't need to
We don't need to
We don't need to
We don't need to

Ask your people
Ask your people what is right
Ask your people
Ask your people what is right

We don't need to mulitply
We don't need to multiply
We don't need to multiply
We don't need to multiply
No one needs to multiply
No one needs to multiply
No one needs to multiply
We don't need to multiply

song performed by by System Of A Down from Toxicity
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Could love sustain

My heart would surely miss a beat,
A beat if you look that way just once,
Just once you tell me that you do,
Give me atleast, atleast one chance.

You say all you do, is just for me,
Then why do I feel so sad,
Away from you, how would I stay,
Impossible It is and you say its just hard.

You taught me to live, and to survive,
Survive to love and aspire,
Taught me to learn and so also to teach,
But didn’t teach how to overcome despair

I could hold me heart, nerve and sinew,
If you would just tell me to,
But this is a punishment far too severe,
How to endure this I have no clue.

Wish I could change, change the way things work,
Or just if I could change my small world,
The first thing I would change, is for sure my fate,
Change it, to make you mine forever.

poem by Meenakshi Balakarthik
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Grow The Seeds

It is desired to grow the seeds
Had remained always critical needs
Generations after generations are carried on
Many changes have taken place and time has gone

It has been divine wish to encourage the growth
Overall improvement in morality and in general or both
It needed clear foresight to provide the impetus
The nature is thus there to provide all inputs

Seasons make change and everybody easily finds
Spring definitely creates magic in human mind
Very nice and congenial atmosphere is created
The human mind favors and some change is recreated

Seeds are more important
Some thing should be poured instant
The changes take place
And there is emergence of new face

The tendency is to grow and multiply
The world at large must simplify
It is normal process to develop fast
But human race as such must not last

It must take care of everything
Humane touch is unique and something
It comes in form of passion, love and hatred
We are born tough yet should not be mislead

It is prime concern to keep speed at pace
Humanity is not a forgone conclusion or race
It has to remain and must thrive
We need to strengthen it to survive

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Is letting go a metaphor?

what is letting go -
letting go of grief?
the serenity of letting go?
(must be a bad metaphor)
losing represents letting go of control

I need to understand this 'letting go'
is it a metaphor for facing the inevitable?
breathing as a metaphor for living
'the practice of pruning wine vines'
is that a metaphor for letting go?
surrender. reaching towards the future
if you'll excuse another bad metaphor...
'the last of the sand is pouring...'
onion metaphors are stripped down to the core
letting go is a metaphor for acceptance
is acceptance a metaphor for failure?
'The freedom of letting go'
that does sound grand

letting go is not for the faint-hearted
my hands and heart are tired from letting go
so many times over

examine why metaphor is not
a substitute for the literal

letting go is
a metaphor
for goodbye

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poem by Terri Turrell
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Come A Long Way

Swing low, could be the last call for two of us
I said swing high, reach out and touch the sky
But dont cry yet, its not time yet
See this race is wrong
Come see, this race is right
See millions of years pass with no end in sight
Sleep tight, you couldnt count the cost through the night
cause its not right, it never was right
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Up on may day, and there is a carnival on my street tonight
I hear them dancing, I hear them dancing
But on a clear day
If this thing dont move here
Then this thing just dont have no heartbeat
Get on the street, I say
Sweet hours to live, I got no time to kill
I said hold back those arms raised hold back the bill
Sleep tight, you couldnt count the cost through the night
cause its not right, it never was right
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Swing low, could be the last call for two of us
I said swing high, reach out and touch the sky
But dont cry yet, its not time yet
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Come a long, long
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song performed by by Simple Minds
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It is one thing to decry the rat race...that is the good and honorable work of moralists. It is quite another thing to quit the rat race, to drop out, to refuse to run any further--that is the work of the individualist. It is offensive because it is impolite it makes the rebuke personal the individualist calls not his or her behavior into question, but mine.

quote by Paul Gruchow
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In the steps of Rumi 88: Metaphor

Simile – what looks like something else –
that’s a fun game for the senses,
for the mind: oh look Dad,
there’s a scarecrow in that field
that looks just like a man, does it
really scare crows?

Oh look Dad, there’s a beggar in the street
who looks just like a scarecrow,
I wonder if the same crows
see him too?

But metaphor – ah, that’s something else:
explanations don’t quite explain it:
you see something; it brings to mind
something very different; maybe
you just forget it, pass on; maybe
you’re a poet, and you think,
that other thing casts a subtle light
on this first thing, I’ll see if others
find the same.. and, sometimes they do,
sometimes they don’t…

Metaphor brings the whole universe,
world upon world, to the mind:
you could write a poem full of metaphor
as long as the circumference of the world,
and when you’d written it out, you’d find yourself
right here again just where you were.. but
what a lot you’d seen on the way…

We’re so used to some metaphors
because by now, they’re shared,
written into language (lucky the people
who inherit languages such as these,
they’re born into poetry…) :

take ‘bread’: you walk past the baker’s shop
in the early morning when the air is clear –
or better, go in to buy your breakfast rolls:
the smell couldn’t be more wonderful,
more promising.. the bread’s so delicious,
and best eaten today..

ah yes, ‘daily bread’ – that becomes a metaphor
for all that each and every day brings –
waking up, new thoughts, new experiences,
all that brings life to life…
that covers so many subtle things…
where does it all come from?
that’s for you to say…

Sometimes it seems that the whole world
is a metaphor for something…
for what? For its own unity,
for its very creation,
for that which we call God,
for our very self?
that’s for you to say…

Metaphor. When you meet it,
does it make you think of
English class, another boring
poem, another boring question
to answer as you chew your pen –
‘What does the poet mean when
he speaks of, lies like oyster shells
to be penknifed for their pearls? ’…

or - does it fill your heart with joy
as if someone had given you
a golden key to a secret garden
which is all you ever hoped for;
more than you could ever imagine…
and yet you recognise
it’s all really just yourself? …

In the corner of your room
there's a little girl curled up
in a large armchair, reading a book.
Don't disturb her.
The book she reads with all her self today,
may never read again, doesn't need to -
is a metaphor for
all she needs to know today
about the world, about herself;

she finishes the book,
closes it thoughtfully,
looks up at you;
she knows herself
a little more today.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Goldie By Name

It is good for health to miss
To feel some thing short of kiss
But a nice feeling and belonging
It is how one should feel with nice beginning

I have always missed beautiful friends
They have brought joy and happiness till the end
Some of then have stayed for longer time
Some of them have left in between sometimes

Neither has it had to do anything with social standing
Nor with the attachment of secret understanding
It is the feeling within that makes person to miss
Always wish for progress in life with happiness

One of my female friends has lot more to do
She had some thing special to prove true
I compared her to that of 'Cuckoo' bird
As she had nice voice cord to be heard

I still tease her as goldie*
I sharpen attack by add her as an oldie
She is in fact gold mines
Rich in culture and language she clearly defines

Not all people can endure your senseless attack
But she is liberal and lays stress to attach
More on human qualities than anything as personal
This I consider as human asset than with any trouble

She has appetite for occasional poetry
I go on large way with full flow from battery
I don't know how far I may survive in this race
Yet I have lot more to reveal than to hide on face

Lucky people are those who have many or less friends
One should long for large contacts with conceptual trend
It may help to know the mind of people living very far
As we see wide sky with twinkling small stars

I sum up by saying simple word
I miss all and wish to look forward
It may not become possible to meet them in person
But yes we all can feel good with very good reasons

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Rockets Fall On Sderot Chanukah 5768

ROCKETS FALL ON SDEROT CHANUKAH 5768

This is no day for a poem
Rage and rain and mud
Darkness covers the earth
Our haters multiply their weapons
Rockets and bombs fall upon us
We hide
Waiting for the right moment
To strike.

Will it ever end
The hatred
The cruelty
The endless effort to destroy us?

Rockets at random terrorize
The children and the poor
Nights are not nights
And days are not days
When death and destruction
Can come at any time.

We are an old people
Long longing for peace
And our enemies multiply
And their weapons also
And hate is their breakfast and their dinner
And destruction is their main food.

And we alone as always alone
We the alone people
Waiting to make one more small strike
Against their leaders,
In a war against hatred and haters
which makes no promise
now or ever
Of ever truly ending.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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My friend is thinking about his race

i want to have somebody to talk
my friend is thinking about his race

i want to take somebody out to have a good meal
my friend is thinking about his race

i want to talk about his interest with him
my friend is thinking about his race

i want to really teach my friend a thing or two
my friend is thinking about his race

i want to tell him to have wider look of life
my friend is thinking about his race

i want to cheer everything up with him
my friend is thinking about his race

i want to tell him he is living like a stone
my friend is thinking about his race

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I Know.....

I know,
Sometimes things don't work out as they should
We tried to hang on as long as we could
At times its hard for you to understand
Please, do see that I try
Love at times just gets out of hand

I know,
Time is of the essence, unlike before
You getting older is harder to ignore
Any troubled times we have to fight together
With each other, we'll make it through any storm, any weather

I know,
I'm just a simple man, I don't know it all
But I'll be there to listen any time you call
Help you understand your first heartache
Discipline and teach with each mistake
I'll be there watching you as you graduate
and yes, give your hand away when you find your soul mate

I want you to know,
Before the time comes around the bend
When you put the car in drive, and I watch you go
The most important thing you should know
The people closest to your heart
There is no such thing telling them, 'I love you' too much
Whether you say it or show it
Always be sure they know it! !

poem by Carl Leiland
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The Best Thing

(carly simon)
I was his foreigner
And he was mine.
We ate on terraces
And drank the cheapest wine.
And he believed in me
Down by the serpentine.
How was I to know
It was the best thing
To come along for a long time.
I turned the page
And saw three children with smiles.
I looked to see
What I could make of the youngest child.
And as she blew the candles out
She turned five.
How was I to know
It was the best thing
To come along for a long time.
What do the people at the end of the world do
About time? what about time?
Their secret sleeps with me.

song performed by by Carly Simon
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For I Am A Metaphor

'For i am a Metaphor

For i am free as a bird

wiser than wise itself

brighter than a sun gama ray

FOR I AM A METAPHOR

for i love like the word

think like einstein

dream like Martin

FOR I AM A METAPHOR

For i smell like success

Achieve like achievers

and soar like number 23

FOR I AM A METAPHOR

for i deliver like mailmen

determine like focus

and prosper like underdogs

FOR I......AM.....A METAPHOR'

By: Kottrell Johnson

poem by Kottrell Johnson
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