Identity Theft (Plagiarism)
A hidden terrorism,
Without an iota of shame-
This vile plagiarism-
More than stealing a name.
A written poem or story
Is a writer's signature
Stealing it is very
Viciously impure.
For taking on another
Person's work of art
Is like robbing him of self
Taking out his heart.
Putting on his person,
It's identity theft!
Whatever is your reason
I hope you end up deaf.
(And blind too.)
''Do not fret because of evil men, or be envious of the wicked,
for the evil man has no future hope, and the lamp of the wicked
will be snuffed out.'
Proverbs 24: 19-20
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April 7,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Blues, No Rhythm (Cinquain)
Broken
Is he who lost
The will for life and love
To hold the future in his heart
With hope.
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June 5,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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A Wanted Person
You are a wanted person and,
You've stolen from many;
You are a wanted person and,
You thought you are rich from your theft.
The law is looking for you,
The people are tracking for you down,
But for how long will you hide from them?
A wanted person is what you are,
So try to sow a better seed than hate;
A wanted person is what you are,
So try to do the right thing than stealing;
One day the law will get to you.
You will be exposed one day,
You will be caught one day,
There and then you will know your mistakes;
A wanted person is what you are.
Like the nakedness of a chicken,
Likewise will your shame be;
You are a wanted person and,
The law is after you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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She's No April Fool (Free verse)
Selfish restrictions
Gripping the heart.
Unmasked emotions,
How did it start?
Writhing in pain
To set herself free,
Slowly in tears,
To gain liberty.
At last, it's over!
With wings beautiful-
A butterfly lover
She's no April Fool.
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Written April 1,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Together we shall overcome
‘Together we shall overcome’
‘Poetry for the Deaf’
Eh! What
What Eh!
What did you say?
‘Poetry for the Blind’
It’s called Performance poetry
It’s loud; so real
It’s written down
But only in Braille
‘Poetry for the Dumb’
For their eyes only
Read only
Poetry for the Deaf, Blind and Dumb
We will work it out between us
Please don’t make it:
Evil; no hear
Evil; no see
Evil; no speak
Once it is explained
The words the pen did lay
We will all understand in our own way
Yes, once the words are written
In addition, the reasoning is known
We three together will decipher the poem
‘Together we shall overcome’.
MICMAC
poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
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Xavier
The mind of the righteous considers carefully before answering,
While the mouth of the wicked pours out evil! !
But the eyes of Yahweh are in every place,
And beholding the evil person and the righteous person at the same time!
Something is telling me that it must be you,
So look inside your soul if you are also searching for my affectionate love;
And forward-march on this love when it knocks at your door,
Because my love will tickle your spices like the Planet Mars!
Bare and empty,
Xavier is your name in the land of little hope;
But something is tellling me that it must be you,
And i am ready to share my sweet love with you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Closer To Heaven
Those who steal should steal no more! !
For you are taking away my sins by stealing my items;
And, i am getting closer to heaven than you are.
Cut it off and throw it away!
And learn how to do the right ting than evil;
For i have to enjoy my life with my muse,
And like the peace of a land far away from home!
Stop stealing and live peacefully with us all,
Because, i want to ride my horse always in peace around you;
And like the muse of love than the muse of wars! !
For, stealing my items brings me closer to heaven than you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Voices From The Grave
Mesmerizing sounds I hear telling me to kill
Telling me submit to the power
Demonic overtones I fear stealing my freewill
I am now the man of the hour
Controlling all my thoughts now I don't know
Right from wrong there is no hope for escape
Stung by wicked words as the silence
Speaks to me there is no hope for escape
CHORUS
Voices from the grave
Telling me to sin
My soul is what they crave
Killing me within
Disembodied spirits near pervading through my soul
Getting harder to live in this Hell
Angry voices loud and clear now they take control
Now they leave me just an empty shell
Controlling all my thoughts now I don't know
Right from wrong there is no hope for escape
Stung by wicked words as the silence
Speaks to me there is no hope for escape
CHORUS
Voices from the grave
Telling me to sin
My soul is what they crave
Killing me within
Nothing to do but heed to their world
And live to their every command
All of my thoughts are sacrificial
And used for their violent plans
Mustering strenght to fight the attack
Released from a hypnotic state
I drop to my knees and pray to the Lord
To save me from my evil fate
Screaming in pain I'm thrown to the floor
And grabbed by their arms of control
The powers of evil the powers of good
Are fighting for my weakened soul
A winner emerges darkness prevails
No future's in sight for me
Can't take the pain darkness delivers
Dying will set me free
Clenching the gun sweating in fear
Knowing the end is surely near
Pulling the trigger launching death
Evil inside me gasping breath
Lifeless pile dead and gone
Evil around me still lives on
Lesson in life the road is paved
Follow God and you'll be saved
Beware of voices from the grave
song performed by by Incubus
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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In Your Conduct
See no evil and do no evil!
Being peaceful to one another is better than throwing bombs;
And be upright in your conduct and in your conversation.
Upright and loving-kindness!
For the little that a righteous person does have is,
Better than the great riches of the wicked ones!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Without You
Since you were gone
Each breath I take
Leaves me undone
As my heart breaks.
Deep despair
And cutting pain,
You are not there
I'm alone again.
Endless dying
Loss and torment,
Ceaseless crying -
My strength is spent.
Oh please return!
Each day I die,
Let your love burn,
New hope, for you and I.
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August 6,2009
Tarlac City
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Poetic Canvas (Naani)
Blank space
Drinks of colored words
Flow with the writer's pen, his brush
Splashed a rainbow hued masterpiece.
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June 25,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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I'm A Wicked One
They say it's off the record gotta keep it clean.
Can't be too abusive can't be too odscene.
But he's got a plan to build a future he's been putting it off for way too long.
Another safety pin through his cheek
and he's three chords short of a punkrock song.
Wicked is as wicked does he'll fight it till the end he'll show his finger than say:
I'm a wicked one.
He's a stereotype bastard and he likes it that way.
Can't be all taht happy can't be all that gay.
Wicked is as wicked does he'll fight it till the end he'll show his finger than say:
I'm a wicked one.
They say get off the stage they say get outta here.
Can't be all that punkrock can't be all that queer.
He'll make them wish they never knew him he'll make them pay for being wrong.
But he doesn't really know how to do that.
So we'll give him three chords to his punkrock song.
Wicked is as wicked does he'll fight it till the end he'll show his finger than say:
I'M A WICKED ONE.
song performed by by The Hives from Barely Legal
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A "war against terrorism" is an impracticable conception if it means fighting terrorism with terrorism. The feelings on both sides are not that they are taking part in some evil and criminal act but risking their lives heroically for what they consider to be a just cause.
quote by John Mortimer
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Queen Of Lies
The true personality of evil one,
her motives and intentions are evil,
just for her own sake and needs.
She used a person and deceived him
just to get what she want. She victimized a
person for her own selfish ambition.
She is fearless of telling lies proud of doing evil,
she is trouble maker, arrogant,
strong image to explore her lies to everyone,
she is proud of what she been doing.
She destroy people ruin their lives,
ruin their reputation just to pleasure her own self.
Her intention to others is to control them.
She works hard to use others,
to grab their wealth to her own evil motive and desire.
She is envious, jealous, unsatisfied to her life
always want to compete others
just to feel good about herself.
People knows what she been doing,
people knows her dirty story, but she is proud of it.
The queen of lies the child of the devil
will someday destroy by GOD in heaven.
poem by Jocelyn Dunbar
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If I Told You!
what if i told you
that God doesnt look any different,
than the ones you're dropping bombs on!
than the homeless person walking the streets,
than the addict stealing for a fix....
than the hungry family without hope,
than the revolutionary standing up....
than the person next door who's lonely....
what if i told you?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Mom
The years have not been really kind
Between us are the cruel miles,
I long to hold you and ease your mind,
And be with you even for a while.
The news about your health has numbed me-
Hazy thoughts prevent the tears.
I hope that from pain you are free
Though I'm tormented by these fears.
Five months ago we bid farewell
To your son, my loving brother,
And after that we could not tell
That Dad will follow just a month after.
The scores that Cancer had so taken
Leave us drained with no strength to call.
My heart is wrenched and I am broken,
Too pained to even cry at all.
And now it's you Mom, in its grip-
And Age is no longer your best friend,
Sorrow escapes from this daughter's lips
As dreadful days usher the end.
Mom, I love you... and how I miss you-
All I can give are my fervent prayers,
Whatever God's will is for you
I know He'll keep you in His faithful care.
Robert Buhain Sr. (Nov.18,1951 - March 14,2009)
Vicente Buhain Sr. (April 27,1920 - May 5,2009)
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July 6,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Hopes in Hopes
Hopes in Hopes
Hopes! what is this thing i hope for? is it a fantasy or a trick played by my mind.... at night i hope for things i imagined would someday become reality,
I hope that my imagination becomes reality, I hope that i dont have to hope to get the things i want.
But hopping in high expectation takes you a step forward, Hopes! , dreams are buit on hope, every moment i hope, i cant stop hopping! , but i cant help to think that hopes makes a person archived greater things, it helps a person think high, it helps a person taking higher step in life.
i hope this will be useful to people who hopes to find thier expectations, hopes are your dreams.
M.O
poem by Martin Onyesom
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Let My People Go!
Vile corruption!
You're so entrenched
In power tendrils
Your tentacles have tied Justice
And strangled Freedom so-
Let my people go!
Callous Greed!
You bleed my country dry
Of Her people's wages
And make them slaves
You think we do not know?
Let my people go!
Plastic Religion!
Your hypocrisy blinds
Deceives my countrymen
With your lifeless images
Empty rites and traditions
Falsehood in robes!
Evil's gone so low -
Let my people go!
Your chains have bled our wrists, our lips
But this pen writes
It will not dry
In silence cowered
Nor fear cold bars
And prison walls
The ink will flow -
Let my people go!
M ay 15,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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I Don't Like This Poem
This poem unveils me
Dissecting my whole
Cutting assunder my hopes
I don't like this poem
This poem lays me bare
Exposing my true nakedness
Weaknesses, failings, stumbles
I don't like this poem
This poem writes my story
Taking me where I began
Showing my life's mediocre stages
Gazing at all my actions
I don't like this poem!
Wednesday,22nd April,2009
Huyton, Liverpool, UK
poem by Isaac Maliya
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If evil is inevitable, how are the wicked accountable? Nay, why do we call men wicked at all? Evil is inevitable, but is also remediable.
quote by Horace Mann
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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(Hurt Poem) A Repetitive Break Down
I was breaking down when I got with you
I was breaking down when I left you
I am breaking down just thinking about you.
Curing the world one person at a time.
In the body souls and minds.
My first true love.
Absence from god above.
A sickness it has become.
Constantly being undone.
When push comes to shove.
I just couldn't hurt you enough.
The wounds left me even more numb.
I was breaking down when I got with you
I was breaking down when I left you
I am breaking down just thinking about you.
Every fight was our last.
Surrendering to my past.
In it lives a silent kingdom.
Of knights king and queens.
Romance with a wicked dance.
That still haunts me.
I'm not a blind man for I can see.
The fire still burns.
But the light is just never the same.
My heart has been forever stained.
My head urns to just be empty.
I was breaking down when I got with you
I was breaking down when I left you
I am breaking down just thinking about you.
You completed me as only the one could.
As only one should.
To stubborn to admit I was ever wrong.
I was never wrong.
Drowning under my own shallow ego
Suffocating, the plastic wraps right over my head.
Oh it's killing, its stealing, oh its taking the air away from me.
I just need to breath.
I'm so sorry that I have this disease.
Crucified with her eyes.
Somebody dig the hole and just bury me.
I was breaking down when I got with you
I was breaking down when I left you
I am breaking down just thinking about you.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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