I enjoy hanging around energetic, effervescent young men and women because they have yet to learn how to spell the word "LIFE"... P_A_I_N.
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Learn How To Spell
Learn how to spell.
You will do better.
You will do well.
If you just take more time...
And learn how to spell.
Don't you wish to be understood?
Knowing a comprehension...
Has been received.
In the best way an understanding...
Could be achieved.
Learn how to spell.
You will do better.
You will do well.
If you just take more time...
And learn how to spell.
It's not difficult today,
To deliver your message...
In a correct way.
Consider a dictionary as your friend.
And refer to it often.
Not just on a whim.
With a skipping of a 'now'.
And delaying a 'then'.
If you want what you say,
Leave an impact your way?
Learn how to spell.
Do that today!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This word...
This word is life,
this word is love,
this word is peace and this word makes you live it needs no complications.
So this is a word.
A word thats happines that word that lifts you up
its a word thats against all bad its a word that needs no piracy.
Its forgiving after you corrupted the word
this word is easy to call easy to spell easy to use easy to write even a dumbest pesom will spell it. Its useful
its artistic and intelligent
this
this
this word is powerful
make use of it
for it never turns its back on its word...
poem by Ernest Makuakua
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One of the things you learn being in the public eye is that you have the ability to raise awareness about serious issues, and, in the process, really help people. I've chosen to get the word out to women, especially young women, that tobacco is not glamorous - it's addictive and smoking takes a serious toll on your health.
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Toggo
Two young girls,
Sweetness and loveliness;
Two young boys,
Beatness and handsomeness;
Two young men,
Hidden behind the closet;
Tow young women,
Take a trip to learn from my muse;
But be very careful about what you value in this life,
For i am Toggo from afar!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Vicious Streak
What am I gonna do
I feel like Im on fire
If you only knew
That youre the object of desire
I keep hanging on, keep hanging on
And I swear by God that youre the only one
I keep hanging on, keep hanging on
And I swear by God that it wont be long
My aim is true
My vision is clear
My thoughts are crude
Whenever youre near
I keep hanging on, keep hanging on
And I swear by God that youre the only one
I keep hanging on, keep hanging on
And I swear by God that it wont be long
I keep hanging on
Youve got a vicious streak
For someone so young
Youre like solar flair
In the rising sun
I keep hanging on
I keep hanging on
I keep hanging on
I keep hanging on
song performed by by New Order
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Spelling
My daughter plays on the floor
with plastic letters,
red, blue & hard yellow,
learning how to spell,
spelling,
how to make spells.
I wonder how many women
denied themselves daughters,
closed themselves in rooms,
drew the curtains
so they could mainline words.
A child is not a poem,
a poem is not a child.
there is no either/or.
However.
I return to the story
of the woman caught in the war
& in labour, her thighs tied
together by the enemy
so she could not give birth.
Ancestress: the burning witch,
her mouth covered by leather
to strangle words.
A word after a word
after a word is power.
At the point where language falls away
from the hot bones, at the point
where the rock breaks open and darkness
flows out of it like blood, at
the melting point of granite
when the bones know
they are hollow & the word
splits & doubles & speaks
the truth & the body
itself becomes a mouth.
This is a metaphor.
How do you learn to spell?
Blood, sky & the sun,
your own name first,
your first naming, your first name,
your first word.
poem by Margaret Atwood
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Energetic and Gracious
I am energetic and gracious
I wonder why life isn't fair
I hear the hope of others
I see the valley of faith
I want peace in the world
I am energetic and gracious
I pretend that I am famous actress
I feel like the dead is speaking to me
I touch the desired of others
I worry when the world will end
I cry if my mother dies
I am energetic and gracious
I understand that people are not the same
I say that god is my leader
I dream to be president, doctor, actress, singer and a famous soccer player
I try to be who I am
I hope day we won't kill each other
I am energetic and gracious
04. Beautiful Women
young women, old women
in their heart
despite the years
the yearning to be beautiful
young women, old women
they look at each other
one with envy
the other with fear and contempt (of the wrinkles, old age)
young women, old women
they look into each other
one for a mother
the other for a daughter
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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the C word
it’s said by women to women
that the most offensive word
(in the english language)
they can be called is
the C word-
this word cannot be uttered by men around women,
it’s said by women to men,
it’s said by men to men
when conversing about the women who told them
amidst other women or
alone
without other women present.
all words stumble round its usage like
a toddler
meandering across a
fresh patch of ice in slippers made of
butter.
as cyanide in your favorite drink or
perhaps something of a barbed wire jockstrap
you know better than to tread that water,
best to swim instead of sink-
but men will call each other this word
like its nobody’s business
especially in england
and it’s laughable
how quickly its forgotten that women still
frequent
these areas said to be inhabited only by those with
penises-
it is still a word isn’t it?
one of many,
whose disgustingness has brought violence with them
for hundreds if not
thousands of years.
so will this word be picked up by women who
feel its usage to be violent, misogynistic & vile,
only then subsequently appropriating it for their own
giving it new meaning?
poem by Andrew Delapruch
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Learn
when broken
learn
when happy
learn
when bored
learn
when you float and does not know what to do
learn just the same
when filled with idealism
learn
when fed with what you cannot swallow
learn again
when the times get rough and you want to kill yourself
learn, learn, learn
you still have many things to learn
faces of life
bodies of life
learn, learn, learn everything
do not surrender
for in truth, you do not do what you only want
you will also do what you are told to do
no questions asked
or you will be left out
or you will be not a part of the picture
this life
learn, learn, learn, always learn
do not surrender
live, learn, live, learn
you will soon do all that others will tell you
learn, learn and learn again
and sooner you will have learned everything
and then do what you want to do
with firm conviction
you know now what is right
and that is what you will do,
now without even being told
you have become yourself
but still learn, learn, and learn again
because
you might be wrong,
try thinking some more, learn
relearn, learn, learn, learn, forevermore....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Safehomemakers
These women here are treacherous,
Backstabbing and vicious,
Malignantly malicious
Parasitic pirrhana fishes.
These women here are seething,
Broken, bruised and bleeding;
Maddened by their needing,
Angry for not foreseeing.
These women here are fighters
Of burning not of fires,
Of energetic liars,
Of apologetic criers.
These women here are smart:
They know what breaks the heart
Is not the end or start
But the breaking of the heart.
(011104)
Read the original
To enjoy Kalidasa, learn Sanskrit.
To enjoy the Shakespeare, learn English.
To know Kamban, learn Tamil
Translation and simplification won’t do.
26.03.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Word life
Word word life life
word life life word.
Life has its own word
Word has its own life.
word life life word
Life life word word.
Are you ready to catch
The word in your life?
Has your word the strength
And power the bear the life?
Through the word
Is your life become happy?
Word word life life
Coining of words through life
Is the successful art
That is to cultvate.
You are here
I am here
Words are around us
Go and trace
Go go and crash.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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what I see...
when i look in the mirror
what do i see?
see a young women trying to find the right path
a young women trying to do whats best for us
the daughter that was never planned but yet brought so much happiness.
u can tell the girl standing in front of the mirror has been through so much
so much it made her the person who she is today...
a strong hearted women who can get through anything if she put her all into it.
but behind that strong women, is a women who isn't as strong as she thought.
a women who quits when things get ruff,
a women who is afraid of change,
afraid of doing the wrong things
afraid of losing the ones that mean the most
when i look into the mirror,
what do i see?
see a young women who is willing to do whats right.
willing to take that next step
willing to start the future over and have a new begining.
see a young women
who is finally letting the past not get the best of her
and moving forward.
-tiffany
poem by Tiffany Carter
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Life is free
Life is free
Life is with the bird with the tree.
Enjoy the life
Life is cold and heat
Enjoy the life
Life is Joy and sorrow
Enjoy the life
There is honour and ignominy.
Life is free
Enjoy the life
Consider the earth
The stone and the gold
All alike.
Life is life
Nothing substitute life
Enjoy the life.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Children Need To Grow
children need to grow
catalysis into their
personality eventually
be their own men
or women
less like their own
mother father
if they are to reach their
full potential
children will learn
a lot very quickly
in years one to five
by about age
eighteen
all confident
young adults
will know
everything
then very soon
many with
half a brain 18
to 20 who knew
everything
at about 20 to 21
will learn
just how much
they did
not know
possibly be amazed
how much
their parents
suddenly know
about real life
not knowledge
but subtle
interacts of life
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Reverse Each Word
Reverse each word and learn from my muse,
For a 'pot' becomes the 'top' and the 'dog' becomes a 'god'!
But the 'loop' of your joy is like this 'pool' around us.
Reverse each word and learn from my muse,
For the 'pan' in your hand will make you take a 'nap' on my love!
And like a 'ton' of your expected cargo which is still 'not' in.
Try to learn if you want to and,
try to laugh if you are in the mood!
For you have promised me your sweet love,
But the 'bat' on your tree is like the 'tab' in your room.
Reverse each word and learn from my muse,
For the word 'no' becomes 'on' like the light which is on!
And 'stop' the 'pots' from falling because,
I have 'won' the race which you set before me and 'now' it is your turn.
Reverse each word and learn from my muse,
Because i know what i 'saw' in your room!
Since i 'was' there to be part of the game being played,
But the 'mug' on your table was like the sweet 'gum' given to me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Growing Pains
I was a child
Beguiled and fresh
Of innocents and new
Who played like many
With trust and hope
For the future that would be new
But unlike many
I broke in two
A rag doll in despair
And knew not of the
Wrong been done
To a child of one so young
Suppressed I learned
So young in life
Of what not to share
Love, life and Happiness
Were things to me not real
I walked around half dead half live
Thinking alas is this my life
And every day I cried in vain
Crying I want to take my life
But life for me continued
In suffering and pain
Never really sharing
All that I had gained
Life can take its ups and downs
For me more so the downs
But then I learned to look for hope
That carried me to higher ground
So from childhood to teenage years
To young adult I grew
With all those years of doubt and shame
Suppressed with in my pain
The burden I carried for so many years
Turned to hatred and pain
So for many years my anger
Took me through a life of pain
Of self doubt and helplessness
So I always hide my pain
You learn to live you bare the pain
Of all that life can give
Then grow into a women
That your burdens you bare alone
But now I stand before you
A women of today
Learning, Love, Life and Happiness
And this time for me it’s real
And with open arms I learn
To share my love once again
With all my family and Friends
I say thanks once again.
poem by Kaila George
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The Elder Speaks
She gathered the young
Stared within the flames of the fire
She spoke of life before and life after
She was old, crippled but her spirit strong.
Stories of old, but lessons within, learned
Honored among her people
She'd never be forgotten
Even long after she was gone
But for now, she had much to say, much to teach
Do Not let poison ride through your veins
Do not let firewater, take away who you are
Do not become some bum, living in the streets
Hold your head up, Show your pride
Dance with the traditions long since gone
Dance like you've not danced before, show your pride
Show your colors, be proud of the heritage given
Be it fullblood or Mixed Blood
Honor the women, the men and the children, the past
I speak to you, for once I was young
Learn the legends, for they are true within words
Respect the Earth, for she is the giver of all life
Respect the Circle, for it never ends
Respect the herbs we use
Do Not abuse Tobacco, Sage, Cedar, Sweetgrass or Peyote
Respect all others, reguardless of their beliefs or way of life
With each word, she spoke, she hugged the young to her chest
They listened with a great admiration, for not many elders wer left
For they were the teachers of the nations
Teachers of the young
The Elder Spoke From her heart, soul and spirit
poem by Brenda Weemes
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Womem's wiles For M'Lady Tara
When boys are young then generally
they are cared for by female kin.
But when approaching puberty
the father figures then step in.
To instil masculinity
instruct them in the ways of men.
How to act independently
and how to dominate women.
See women as inferiors,
who need to be kept in their place.
By men who are superior,
this men will state with a straight face.
But women know it is not so.
Although they let the men believe
that they admire machismo.
A woman’s way is to deceive
the male who thinks his word is law.
In each and every way she can.
That’s what women’s wiles are for.
They can run rings round any man.
Though some men know few
will admit they are aware that women rule.
Most men are quick to deny it,
which makes them easier to fool.
This women know instinctively.
So women usually get their way,
a sop to masculinity.
The only price they have to pay.
19-Jul-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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