The Newness Of Life
all
are created
equal,
nothing new,
nothing old
what makes it
sense,
when everybody
think
so live it, and
take it
life is what
all we
make
it
poem by Antonio Liao
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Equal?
How many men are created equal?
That's to hard to figure out.
How many men are created equal?
Preacher says 'ALL of us'
Hear him shout.
I guess he's forgotten what equal means.
He must be thinkin' about countin' beans.
One for you, two for me.
Count 'em up and you'll see
just what equal's all about?
Equal's really all about
who's doin' the countin'.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Life Makes No Sense
life makes no sense,
some days i wished it did,
so i wouldn't have to say,
'life sucks'
time to time,
i try and see the good,
it just how?
i mean why?
life is unfair,
i'm waiting for it,
just to get better,
but, it start to seem impossible,
life never what it seems,
people not what they seem,
life makes no sense,
it filled with ups and downs,
are we suppose to learn?
what is the message from god?
to be everything you can?
no matter how unfair he makes it?
we just have to fight to get through?
our life we suppose to live,
day after day?
because life to me,
just don't make no sense.
4-9-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Because...
Because...
The sense you make,
It goes a little bit deeper.
Because...
You see defects,
And you are claimed tom peeper.
Because...
You do speak up,
And you know you can succeed.
Because...
Your mind's at ease.
You seem to reek of quality.
Some wont believe,
There are not too many people,
That are strong like that.
Some can't conceive,
There are not too many people,
With stress packed on their backs.
Some can't perceive,
There are not too many people,
Who will tell you where it's at.
Because...
The sense you make,
It goes a bit deeper.
Because...
You see defects,
And you are claimed a peeper.
Because...
You speak up,
And you know you can succeed.
Because...
Your mind is at ease.
You're not the one to beg on knees!
People might say some things...
Just to pick and irritate.
And then somebody comes along,
Who makes them player haters...
By the comments said and made.
Because...
The sense you make,
It goes a bit deeper.
Because...
You see defects,
And you are claimed a peeper.
Because...
You speak up,
And you know you can succeed.
Because...
Your mind's at ease.
You're not the one to beg on knees.
You're not the one to please another,
With lies to feed.
Because...
You're not the one to beg on your knees.
You're not the one to please another,
With lies to feed.
Because...
You're not the one to please another,
With lies to feed.
That's why they believe...
What you say they can leave.
Because...
What you say is not to believe.
That's why you're treated less than equal,
By your physicality.
That's why you're treated less than equal,
As some perceive.
Because...
That's why you're treated less than equal,
As some believe.
But deep inside of them your thoughts live and breathe.
But deep inside of them your thoughts live and breathe.
That's why you're treated less than equal,
As some perceive.
Because...
That's why you're treated less than equal,
As some believe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Equal Rights,2011
equal rights to live,
equal rights to love.
equal rights to believe,
to speak out, to stand up
and be counted.
equal rights to work,
equal rights to study.
equal rights to build.
equal rights to profess faith,
equal rights to pray.
equal rights to give...
equal rights to live,
equal rights to love!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Money Money Money
money makes sense
sometimes we make sense with what makes sense
money money money
makes this spin a little faster
we want to make more
and then we see what we do not want to see
gnarled conscience
whorled integrity
shrinking soul
lost self.
money money money
makes my world dimmer
makes us happy somehow
but for how long?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Angels With Dirty Faces
I need this to get me through
can't resist and don't want to
believe it I know it's true
I can't beat and don't want to try
perfect hell
it's more to me than you ever will know
down here where the rest of us fell
waste away with nothing left to show
while I'm in this perfect hell
obsession has begun
possessed by destruction
how did I get so low
believe me no one knows
sometimes I can't hold on
and no one can help me
now it's got a hold of me
I don't think I can make it through this
now it's got a hold of me
the less I do the more it makes no sense
I'm walking pollution who's drained by delusions
on the verge of destruction I cave in to abduction
thin blood I'm bleeding my pulse won't stop racing
just as my heart explodes
no chance that I could win
too hard to not give in
I just don't feel the same
cause I'm the one to blame
sometimes I can't hold on
and no one can help me
now it's got a hold of me
I don't think I can make it through this
now it's got a hold of me
the less I do the more it makes no sense
I need this to be myself
it feels like I need some help
it's too late to save myself
or it's just in my head
now it's got a hold of me
I don't think I can make it through this
now it's got a hold of me
the less I do the more it makes no sense
now it's got a hold of me
I don't think I can make it through this
now it's got a hold of me
the less I do the more it makes no sense
song performed by by Sum 41
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Life Is......
Life
Life is a wonderful thing,
nothing compares to it.
Life allow us to live,
life allows us to die.
Life make us strong,
life makes us feel small.
Life allow us to grow,
life allow us to lie.
Life is a moment in time,
life is a blink of an eye.
Life is a prison without bars,
our actions will take care of that.
Life makes us believe,
life makes us cry.
Life is a dream,
life is an....ice cream?
poem by Juan Carlos Abeti
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When people ask me if a god created the universe, I tell them that the question itself makes no sense. Time didn’t exist before the big bang, so there is no time for god to make the universe in. It’s like asking directions to the edge of the earth; The Earth is a sphere; it doesn’t have an edge; so looking for it is a futile exercise. We are each free to believe what we want, and it’s my view that the simplest explanation is there is no god. No one created our universe,and no one directs our fate. This leads me to a profound realization; There is probably no heaven, and no afterlife either. We have this one life to appreciate the grand design of the universe, and for that I am extremely grateful.
quote by Stephen Hawking
Submitted by Catalin Popescu
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We hold these truths to be sacred and undeniable that all men are created equal and independent, that from that equal creation they derive rights inherent and inalienable, among which are the preservation of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
quote by Thomas Jefferson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Time (part 6) .
time is a gift and curse,
time is for the better or worse,
time will make us ride a hurse,
time created the universe,
time created the constitution,
time creates evolution,
time is unfair,
time makes you grow grey hair,
time doesn't really care,
time is something you can't share,
time sometimes is funny,
time is what it takes to earn money,
time makes the world go round,
time in history is lost but also found,
time can be a disaster,
time sometimes makes you live happy ever after.
1/18/2009
Copyright ©2009 Jose Murguia
poem by Jose Murguia
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It Should Behoove
None of it makes sense.
And that is the intention.
The suppressed have always felt...
They could not deal with it at all.
They were used to peddle issues to confuse,
Suckered suburbanites believing their lifestyles excite.
Keeping this cat and mouse game teased...
While thieves in suits ran off with the cheese!
None of it makes sense.
And that is the intention.
Slums are created for ghetto-ites...
To endorse services for the poor and homeless,
Everyone ignores.
Egos are fed by those leading missionary tours.
Giving 'insight' on what those tax dollars pay for!
But none of this picturesque bliss...
Trickles down to provide hope for those helpless!
If there was any sensibility...
Some of this investment,
Would have provided an upward mobility!
But common sense and greed...
Have not proven to be good sleeping companions!
None of it makes sense.
And that is the intention...
For those whose minds do not seem to operate,
On the same levels of their stated greatness!
Even though nothing what is done makes sense...
Intentionally!
It should behoove someone to realize,
Only fools can move ignorance to new lows of endeavors!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God wants the best for you
There should not be differences,
and even less discrimination.
Everyone should be treated equal,
no matter what the circumstances.
By god we were all created,
And more less like brothers and sisters.
By him we were choose to live this life,
All full of beauty and recreations.
Now do not mess all his work,
After he has made you part of it.
Treat everyone with respect,
And spread your love through your mates,
Do not scream at them or curse,
You will regret it,
Once they have passed away.
Life is short and unexpected.
Do not hurt feelings and be kind,
Spread no rumors,
You will be fine.
Live your life out of blame,
Always go for the best.
poem by Yisel Chong
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If 1 And 2 Were Equal
If 1 and 2 were equal
we'd have as many hearts as fists
If 1 and 2 were equal
we'd have confused shopping lists
If 1 and 2 were equal
there'd be less phone numbers to dial
If 1 and 2 were equal
noon would surely last a while
If 1 and 2 were equal
there'd be a nose under each eye
If 1 and 2 were equal
you couldn't say no to 'you and I? '
If 1 and 2 were equal
I think I'd be much more happy
'cause if 1 and 2 were equal
I would not be so lonely
poem by John W. McEwers
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Naked Bodies...
naked bodies...
great love...
darkest world...
shinny bodies only...
met because of GOD needs
the man i am of yours..
the great lover...
strong one whom you need..
here we are together..
alone no with us...
only me and you...
there where we can make all what our hearts and bodies needs...
all desires all lust we will get...
there we are...
where that GOD sent both us...
to be there naked...
naked...
naked as the day we were born...
when GOD created us...
created into our souls a great lust...
lust that never go away from inside...
lust that could give more happiness to the both...
to get its completeness...
till both melts...
so no more great lust than they gets..
as humans we are...
as a lovers we are...
as our GOD needs...
so come baby...
come and don`t waste what we created for...
created to live a happiness..
created to love...
created to make great love..
created to make happiness through our lust..
poem by Hazem Al Jaber
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The sum of life
Sometimes I wonder
how life is,
like a sum
with no true answers
and have no result
until its end.
Life stretches
into the distance,
with a end and a beginning
or that is what humans believe;
while nothing can
determine the before and the thereafter
and everything is determined by faith.
What lies on the other side
of life
and what you are
before and after it,
goes from neglibility
to infinity
and I wonder
how that mathematics
still makes sense;
while the clockwork keeps striking
and time goes on
with its own passage
and life
stands still for no one.
Who knows how the Almighty
determined the life energy
and determines who and what we are
and make much greater sums,
than we can determine
with derivatives, differentiation, limits
and pure mathematics;
or do we want to believe
that destiny
holds the clockwork for everyone
and everything responds to the things
around it
and reacts on its own
and life evolutionary ticks at its own rhythm
and nature
and every thing about us
runs down into the nothingness
into which every thing slowly disappears?
[Reference: “To whom then will you compare me, or who is my equal? Says the Holy One. Lift up your eyes on high and see: Who created these? He who brings out their host and numbers them, calling them all by name; because he is great in strength, mighty in power, not one is missing. Why do you say, O Jacob, “My way is hidden from the Lord and my right is disregarded by my God? ” Have you not known? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He does not faint or grow weary; his understanding is unsearchable.” Isaiah 40: 25-26.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Nothin' 'Bout Love Makes Sense
Like a cloud full of rain shouldn't hang in the sky
Ice shouldn't burn or a bumblebee fly
If you feel so happy, then why do you cry?
Oh nothin' bout love makes sense
Like an ocean liner shouldn't float on the sea
A pearl in an oyster or a circus of fleas
Someone so perfect can't be falling for me
Oh nothin' bout love makes sense
Nothin' bout love is less than confusing
You can win when you're losing, stand when you're falling
I can't figure it out
Nothin' bout love can make an equation nothin' short of amazing
Wish I could explain it
But I don't know how
The way that we dance, the reason we dream
That big Italian tower, well how does it lean?
Something so strong shouldn't make me this weak
Oh nothin' bout love makes sense
(Instrumental)
Nothin' bout love is less than confusing
You can win when you're losing, stand when you're falling
I can't figure it out
Nothin' bout love can make an equation nothin' short of amazing
Wish I could explain it
But I don't know how
Like the lights of Las Vegas going out on the sand
A jumbo shrimp or a baby grand
How you're touching my heart when you're holding my hand
Oh nothin' bout love makes sense
Oh nothin' bout love makes sense
Oh nothin' bout love, makes sense
No no no, oh it don't make sense
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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After All Hymn
After all I am human
And I get mad sometimes
Sometimes it is hard for me to think of something else in
Order to get rid of my anger
But I think I have to replace it with poetry
Poetry is my life
And I live writing poetry
Is poetry just a scribbling that doesn't make sense?
No
Poetry are feelings that are wrtten on a piece of paper or in the computer Scream
Poetry makes sense because every word I carefully select
And there are other words that might pop out of my mind
That I connect with the words in my heart
Do I use strong words in my poetry?
Yes I use strong words
Do I offend my readers with the words I pick?
That Is something that I try not to do
AAafter all
I am human and I do make mistakes
But after I make mistakes I try to move to the next step so I never get Stuck with my mistake
Yes poetry is my voice that is a message that I am trying hard to give to My readers
There are so many different styles of poetry
Haiku, rhiming, and free style
But I always stick with the free style of poetry
I find that it is the style that sooths me just fine
After all
I try very hard to live a modest life that is very plain and simple
From the one I lived 16 years ago
What is wrong to live a life of luxury to me?
First I need to have the money to live a luxurious life
The second part is that I don't want anything to do with a luxurious life
Because I am happy living my simple life
And I hope to live that simple life forever
I want to have dreams only and I don't wish them to turn into reality in My Life
Because I know that my dreams will be dreams
No I can't sell my dreams
Because my dreams are only fantasies that I face every night when I sleep In my bed
And after all I will always be human
poem by Aldo Kraas
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It makes sense
When controversy surrounds
and things blow out of proportion
remember,
that tranquility still makes sense
When tension surrounds
and mind gets exhausted
remember,
that patience still makes sense
When mystery surrounds
and logic takes a backseat
remember,
that reality still makes sense
When laughter surrounds
and the vox gets too loud
remember,
that silence still makes sense
When darkness surrounds
and the heart gets out of rhythm
remember,
that hope still makes sense
poem by Deependra Kumar Jha
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Mowing Over More Woes
Leave me with my rubber duckie,
In my bathtub feeling lucky.
These days we live right now are suckie.
And can make one feel so yucky!
With a nitpick, sticky, pricking fit,
That can make one go ballistic quick.
Time alone at home is wanted.
So I disconnect the phone.
Just to sit in quietness,
Away from lip flipped arguments.
To relax and feel free...
To sip,
On a cup of tea!
These days we live right now are suckie.
And can make one feel so yucky!
But when I rub my rubber duckie,
In my bathtub I feel lucky.
Enjoying my time,
Relaxed...
With a cup of tea!
When I rub my rubber duckie,
In my bathtub I feel lucky.
Freed I am from arguments...
To me that makes no bit of sense.
When I rub my rubber duckie,
In my bathtub I feel lucky.
Freed I am from arguments...
To me that makes no bit of sense.
When I rub my rubber duckie,
In my bathtub I feel lucky.
Freed I am from arguments...
To me that makes no bit of sense,
To keep a mowing over more woes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Broken From A Normal Fit
You believe...
The dance of all life should be equal.
And you,
Believe...
Some people should live without risks.
And you,
Perceive...
An existence like this can be lived.
And...
You also wish,
Popsicles will not melt...
In Sunshine!
You believe...
The dance of all life should be equal.
And you,
Believe...
Some people should live without risks.
And you,
Perceive...
An existence like this can be lived.
And...
You also wish,
Popsicles will not melt...
In Sunshine!
And something you cuddle is rusted...
In your mind.
And you,
Believe...
Some people should live without risks.
But something is a little bit busted,
In your mind.
You believe...
The dance of all life should be equal.
And you,
Believe...
Some people should live without risks.
But...
Something has broken from a normal fit,
In your mind!
Yes,
Something has broken from a normal fit,
In your mind!
You believe...
The dance of all life should be equal.
You believe...
The dance of all life should be equal.
You believe...
The dance of all life should be equal.
You believe...
The dance of all life should be equal.
But...
Something has broken from a normal fit,
In your mind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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