The Mob
Why stand dumbfounded and aghast,
As at invading armies sweeping by,
Surprised by haggard face and threatening cry,
The storm unheralded, that rose so fast?
Men, with gaunt wives and hungry children, cast
Upon the wintry streets to thieve or die,
They cannot always suffer silently;
Patience gives out. The poor worm turns at last.
And no ear listens to the warning call.
No eye awakes to see the portent dread.
Must brute force reign and social order fall
Ere these starved millions can be clothed and fed?
A strange phenomenon, this, unconcern -
To live so fast and be so slow to learn!
poem by Ada Cambridge
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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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We Live So Fast
Please dont ask me to stay
Im leaving this town
Dont worry now
Believe me as I believe that
Luck is on my side
The future is mine
If I can find
A way through these strange days of my life
We live so fast
Motion, motion
No time to waste
Use it, use it
We live so fast
Motion, motion
Make the first step and reach out for tomorrow
We live so fast
Motion, motion
We cant stand still
Move it, move it
We live so fast
Motion, motion
Move out of my way its time to make it happen
The streets deserted and cold
Theyre not paved with gold
But I dont care
For those who think young will still survive
Making their move
Hoping to prove
That they can face
This big city, small world, big time
We live so fast
Motion, motion
No time to waste
Use it, use it
We live so fast
Motion, motion
Make the first step and reach out for tomorrow
We live so fast
Motion, motion
We cant stand still
Move it, move it
We live so fast
Motion, motion
Move out of my way its time to make it happen
But now I know their ways
I found my place
Saw their true face
Theres nothing to stay for so Ill go
Ill pick up the phone
Still searching for home
We life so fast
Alone but not lonely I move on
We live so fast
Motion, motion
No time to waste
Use it, use it
We live so fast
Motion, motion
Make the first step and reach out for tomorrow
We live so fast
Motion, motion
We cant stand still
Move it, move it
We live so fast
Motion, motion
Move out of my way its time to make it happen
song performed by by Heaven 17
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When I was young, I was too slow. I thought I must learn to run fast by practicing to run fast, so I ran 100 meters fast 20 times. Then I came back, slow, slow, slow.
quote by Emil Zatopek
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Fast Winds
Fast and slow, faster than the wind,
This gale upsets the laughter of my soul.
The winds upset this smaller joy,
And continue to beleaguer my sons and daughters.
They run in the rainy storm like children,
But turn older through the seasons
Only to become monsters of the death.
The storm shall rage on, saving nobody
Like me or my children,
The storm then turns into a tornado
And swallows my wife and my children
And everything has disappeared.
The winds speak such death,
But I survive to tell of the tale.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Stunted Growth, ,
Millions of our children naked and hungry,
Rolling on the streets to scratch the itch,
Stuffed noses and coughing throats,
Inflamed lungs, worm filled guts,
Bloated stomachs and teary eyes,
Thin hands and legs with thinner fingers and toes,
Millions of them all around the world,
Scavenging on the waste and left outs,
If children were the blooms,
What fruits can be expected,
Of these suffering silkworms?
Voiceless children of the world,
Suffer in silence in multi fold,
in The hands of abusive human,
The legs of run over ideologies,
The merciless hearts of economy,
Stunt not only their physical growth,
But also their innocent childhood.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Fast Girls
Fast girls are true, theyre all you really need
No one that stands more responsibility
If youre afraid bout havin to get too deep
Let me, baby, cure your insecurities
Chorus:
Fast girls, a physical attraction
Fast girls, a one on one reaction
Fast girls, true love is guaranteed
Fast girls are all you really need
Fast girls is true like angels in the mornin
Disappear without a warning
Kinda strange that I cant deny
Sweet and fast, youll never ever say goodbye
Repeat chorus
Breakdown
Fast girls like to take your breath away
Words of love, not affairs of yesterday
If strange desires are toying with your fate
Fast love baby will never let you wait
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Janet Jackson
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A Second More
Kill me slow
Not as fast
Gun harm bleeding
Out my heart.
You will live a second more
When you end my life
You will live a day or more
Or another eon,
Waiting for what I have found
Right before your gun
I hate sometimes
And love sometimes
I cry and laugh again sometimes.
I hold sometimes
another soul
And promise it myself
I go to bed unsound sometimes
And fall behind sometimes.
I run to catch again sometimes
And face the deeper woes,
I envy what i was sometimes
And beg time to return.
So kill me slow
not as fast
gun harm bleeding
Out my heart
You will live a second more
when you end my life
poem by August Landing
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Dublin
The children play in the streets, they say
The children play in the streets
While the ships dock fast in Dublin Bay,
The children play in the streets.
Och aye, the blarney blunderbuss,
He's corked, and who's to blame?
'Tain't that his wee son with a pint,
Too soon to walk the same?
Across Ha'penny Bridge his Molly
Bends to scratch for coal,
And one last fire to celebrate:
Today she quits the dole.
But what of Barry? What of Shane?
Who'll give the tykes their bread,
With Pap in one dyke stone-cold drunk,
In the other Mam stone-cold dead?
The children play in the streets, they say
The children play in the streets
While the ships dock fast in Dublin Bay,
The children play in the streets.
Conundrum
men of the East aghast
wealth of the West amassed
sumptuous breakfast bed-fast
in such a short moment in Belfast
did you hear that blast
such a murder bombast
to the world broadcast
this little country bypassed
and on an incomplete cast
disgust of the Indian system of caste
brown and black and yellow classed
to the white put in contrast
millions of Jews degassed
the Palestinians are downcast
time runs so fast
history has not done the forecast
foremost and foremast
cultures chosen and glassed
rough mountainside no longer grassed
what kind of flash is this hand-fast?
food givers on a boat harassed
those who gained the voice lambaste
and so nothing of value forever last
death for the mainmast
long live the heinous miscast
not all is true in the newscast! ! !
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In A Fair World
I cannot empathize with the poor since I'm not in poverty
And I can only imagine how miserable life must be
For those who go to sleep hungry they live with death each day
In a fair World this would not be it would be fair to say.
In a fair World this would not be but all in life's not fair
And thousands are in poverty for every millionaire
In third World Countries every year millions of hunger die
The crops don't grow in rain starved lands, the parched earth far too dry.
In a fair World there would be enough food to go around
And not one hungry person in the whole World to be found
But there is only hunger where poverty reside
And the gap between the haves and have nots has never been so wide.
In a fair World there would not be want and need and very little crime
But the social gap keeps widening despite the march of time
And I who have never lived in the slums or in a third World Land
What it feels like to be really poor could never understand.
poem by Francis Duggan
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An old couple from Kagoshima, Japan
If you sit well
And patience have,
One true story
Please, let me tell:
In Kagoshima, Japan
A little place in East,
One lovely couple
Let us meet.
100 years old is he
But she, just 96.
At 4 am, he is awake
Will cook the breakfast
Tamago yaki,
that means rolled egg.
A little later when she's up,
They'll eat toghether.
Then: sanpo(walk) time comes..
Bit far, in front,
'Fast' walking (lol)
With a cane, is he
Slow after, pushing
A walking chair, comes she
Every few steps
He turns around..
Sure she's fine,
Gladly continues
His 'fast ' line.
They come to stop
At one bridge
Most beautful spot!
Facing the flowing river
So lively, happily count
moving arms, shoulders
heads, warming every joint.
Wow! ! Now,
seem to be much younger!
Smiling, would take~ same way
- back home
To spend another day
Of happy carring for each other.
They love each other very much you see?
70 years seems too much,
Forever, for some people
To live toghether,
not for this couple although
They live those days in harmony
Each night they go to sleep
Praying for the well being of the other.
Now: here's my say:
-Husbands and wives!
If want to live together
as long and nice as them,
then, love and treat the other
Well.
poem by Elena Sandu
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Fallin
(marvin hamlisch/carole bayer sager)
Im afraid to fly
And I dont know why
Im jealous of the people who
Are not afraid to die
Its just that I recall
Back when I was small
Someone promised that theyd catch me
And then they let me fall
And now Im fallin
Fallin fast again
Why do I always take a fall
When I fall in love
Youd think by now Id learn
Play with fire you get burned
But fire can be oh so warm
And thats why I return
Turn and walk away
Thats what I should do
My head says go and find the door
My heart says Ive found you
And now Im fallin
Fallin fast again
Why do I always take a fall
When I fall in love
Help me Im fallin
Fallin fast again
Why do I always take a fall
When I fall in love
(it always turns out the same
When I fall)
Lovin someone, losin myself
Only got me to blame
Help me Im fallin
Fallin
Catch me if you can
Maybe this time Ill have it all
Maybe Ill make it after all
Maybe this time I wont fall
When I fall in love
song performed by by Lea Salonga
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For Mel (villanelle)
The one who should have lived has gone so fast.
The old ones, in their dotage, linger on –
they, with no future, live only in the past.
And we who can but sit, dumb and aghast,
scarcely believe that while the sun still shone
the one who should have lived has gone so fast.
Six decades older, surviving to their last
few days or years, together but alone,
they, with no future, live only in the past.
At least she kept on living to the last,
but should have had a future. She has none.
The one who should have lived has gone so fast,
and they, for whom so many years have passed,
are unaware that one they loved is gone.
They, with no future, live only in the past,
mark time until the final trumpet blast,
and never know the respite they have won.
The one who should have lived has gone so fast.
They, with no future, live only in the past.
poem by Paul Hansford
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Things Get FUNKY Fast
try to keep it shiny,
try to make it last,
every time you turn around,
things get funky fast.
try for law and order,
the die is cast
every time you turn around,
things get funky fast.
no matter how you figure,
no matter how big the blast,
bowling pins built to fall down,
and things get funky fast.
toil and trouble,
hang on what we do,
and bloodhounds,
coming after you.
the present moment,
ruled by the past,
every time you turn around,
things get funky fast.
you know I love you, baby
twine time is fine,
but I can't tell,
if you're a friend of mine.
on the deck of the ship
you're climbing up the mast,
it's hard to be hip,
things get funky fast.
poem by Richard Jarboe
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Philippians 1
Whether I live or whether I die
May Christ be magnified in me
Whether I go to my Father on high
Let Christ be all that they see
I am not afraid to die
I long to be away from this place
I'll take my wings, to His glory I'll fly
That I may behold His face
To live is Christ and to die is gain
For the Kingdom dwells in my heart
No matter what I suffer, no matter the pain
From my Jesus I am never apart
So let men do what ere they may
For I shall suffer for His sake
I will raise my hands to God and pray
For my soul is His and His to take
So let us stand together as one
In the gospel of Christ our Lord
And we shall stand till the day is done
With the Lamb and the Blood and the Sword
Stand fast my brothers and do not yield
When the enemy comes in like a flood
We shall live or die on the battle-field
For we are covered by Emmanuel's Blood
poem by Frank McEleny
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Sandy
Sandy
Sandy, my baby, come soft and mild
I needed a car wash but this time you are
enough to make me pink by washing out
my black ink, I have broken many rules of
the game while playing, it is between you
and me, do the atonement very fast and
silently, one thing more, come now and then,
keep clean my sin, bring some air of kindness
for the desperate and stoic, storm the heart
who pretend to be fast asleep or got a cover of
rust, too.
The desire was burning in the bush for long
creating weaves high and low in the ocean,
I shall not call you again, if you have any love
for me come of your own to storm out my urge
poem by Abdul Wahab
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On Reading Of The World's 100 Wealthiest People
The World's many billion people controlled by the greedy few
But to every billionaire there is there are a million who
Go to sleep weak and hungry their wasted bodies thin
For days they haven't eaten their bones showing through their skin.
The World's 100 wealthiest people their names published today
And yet the poor grow poorer it has always been this way
And the social gap keeps widening and with it inequality
And not far from where the wealthy live there's want and poverty
Not far from where the wealthy live you see social decay
The slums that reek of poverty the buildings old and gray
The sad faced mother of the slums her kids out of control
Her husband in jail for larceny and she is on the dole.
Of the World's 100 wealthiest people why should I wish to know
When poverty is rampant and the numbers of the hungry grow
If the World's wealthiest person Bill Gates fed the hungry of Sudan
I too would sing his praises and I'd say what a man.
The World's wealthiest people their names published today
But not too far from where they live there is social decay
And that they are worth billions show how greedy they must be
When millions of poor people must live in poverty.
poem by Francis Duggan
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These Days're Fast in Their Passing
These days are fast in their passing!
And unforgiving.
Time spent in scheduling events,
To decide which ones...
Should be given more attention,
Is something done that has had its welcome.
But today,
Winds come to blow...
Do not slow to bestow,
Consideration given.
These days are fast in their passing!
And unforgiving.
Finding time to procrastinate,
Is like hoping what is felt...
Is not an Earthquake that shakes.
Or a tornado that doesn't sweep,
Everything away...
With a flash before surprised eyes.
These days are fast in their passing!
And unforgiving.
And if one is not proactive...
Any delayed action at all,
May be cause for one's quick demise.
These days are fast in their passing!
And unforgiving.
Satisfying those with their eyes open.
And not those with their eyes half closed.
If one needs to ask just how fast...
These days already here to experience and live,
Have begun to slip from their grasp!
With a speed that has blurred their vision.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life's Too Short To Love This Fast
You say hello, I say goodbye
You go your way and I go mine
There's not much time for you and I these days
We work too hard, we're gone too much
And we're too tired to even touch
So just how long can we go on this way
Oh, life's too short to love this fast
If we don't slow down our hearts won't last
We can't keep up this pace we're on right now
We burn the candle at both ends
The circle turns, we start again
Let's make our future better than our past
Life's too short to love this fast
Let's take some time, let's get away
Let's pack our bags and leave today
Girl, anyplace would be okay right now
Just leave your pager here at home
And I won't carry my cell phone
We need to find some time alone somehow
Yeah, life's too short to love this fast
If we don't slow down our hearts won't last
We can't keep up this pace we're on right now
We burn the candle at both ends
The circle turns, we start again
Let's make our future better than our past
Life's too short to love this fast
--- Instrumental ---
We're spinnin' our wheels
Forgetting how love feels
Let's slow down before it's too late
'Cause life's too short to love this fast
If we don't slow down our hearts won't last
Let's make our future better than our past
Life's too short to love this fast
Love this fast
Life's too short...
song performed by by Alabama
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The World's One Hundred Wealthiest
The World's many billion people controlled by the greedy few
But to every billionaire there is there are a million who
Go to sleep weak and hungry their wasted bodies thin
For days they have not eaten their bones showing through
their skin.
The world's one hundred wealthiest people their names published today
And yet the poor grow poorer it has always been this way
And the social gap keeps widening and with it inequality
And not far from where the wealthy live there's want and poverty.
Not far from where the wealthy live you see social decay
The slums that reek of poverty the buildings old and gray
The sad faced mother of the slums her kids out of control
Her husband in jail for larceny and she is on the dole.
Of the world's one hundred wealthiest people why should I wish to know?
When poverty is rampant and the numbers of the hungry grow
If the world's wealthiest person Bill Gates fed the hungry of Sudan
I too would sing his praises and I'd say what a man.
The world's weaalthiest people their names published today
But not too far from where they live there is social decay
And that they are worth billions show how greedy they must be
When millions of poor people must live in poverty.
poem by Francis Duggan
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