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Early Works - Alone To Face The World

Born some years ago,
raised in an orphanage
that is all I know
with a lot of other kids
until I became of age to get a job
and earn a couple of bob.

I was alone to face the world
with its evils and temptations,
alone to face the world
with its humiliations,
alone without a friend
to whom I could depend.

Life was hard for me
and the times weren’t easy
as sadness surrounded me
and as the years drifted by,
I began to live my life a lie
with a tear in each eye.

Now my life is disappearing fast
there’s not long for me to last
and now the end is near
death I do not fear
for I see the good and the undertow
of how evil does grow.

Date unknown

poem by David Harris
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For George...

(In Memory of the Reverend George Potter...)

How do I tell the world you've gone
Old friend, with never a tear,
When we knew each other for ever so long
In the world that spins out there,
For we rubbed along with an easy grace
And you taught me how to pray,
I thought that you'd see me out, old friend,
But death has snatched you away!

I mind when the stage of life was full
And we bent our backs to the toil,
When the days and the nights weren't long enough
And we burned the midnight oil,
When we schemed and dreamed of a better world,
And we played our part throughout,
With what it took, with a wing and a prayer
We saw it all work out!

The years went by and I saw you still
When you called, with that friendly smile,
And a joy it was in those afternoons
When we'd talk a measured mile,
I thought you'd always be there for me,
A friendship forged in steel,
For friends are few when the friend is true,
But the friend in you was real.

But now the shadows have lengthened at
The long, hard end of things,
As I sit in the shaded garden seat
And wait for the pain it brings,
But how do I tell the world you've gone
Old friend, with never a tear,
With my eyes awash at your memory,
As you're laid to rest out there?

21 May 2010

poem by David Lewis Paget
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Lifes Only Guarantee

Death is the only thing guaranteed in this life.
we all come in to this world naked of all emotion
and fear.from cradle to crib from cot to bed we grow
our eyes open to the big world an at times cold
and dark place.soon we are old enough to know
what fear and emotion is getting older and wiser
we fear our emotion and the ways of the world
And what we know as we grow older the only
emotion we come to fear with a tear in our eye
is the only guarantee that life gives us that of death.

poem by Andrew Gemmell
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10 Years From Now

10 years from now will you remember me,
Will you hate me,
Or date me,
Or be late to my funeral,
I waited to long,
I kept on pushing you away,
Can you see the world in my eyes,
There is sadness between us,
I need something to tell me that you’ll be happy once more or I should be happy once more,
I never did try or you never try to get to know me,
There is forces cures in each world we are in,
We are so alone but different yet the same person we are,
10 years from now,
Will you know the truth about how I feel about you before its too late,
I lurk in the darkness,
Losing my path,
You need to face what you become towards me,
I need to face what I have become towards you,
We are different and I know that,
But 10 years from now will you marry me or still hate me.

poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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For Many Life Is A Hard Battle

For many life is a hard battle but most rise again after a fall
And from life babies do begin learning long before they learn how to crawl
It would be nice to stay innocent for a lifetime but the innocence of childhood doesn't last
The years seem to go by so quickly and time as we know ticks on fast
'Tis sad to think some children have their innocence from them stolen and are exploited in the worst possible way
That they cannot look back on a happy childhood does seem so sad to have to say
The crimes committed against children are not easy crimes to forgive
Those guilty of such terrible atrocities with their shame must find it hard to live
I consider myself to be lucky my childhood years I did enjoy
Compared to many I feel privileged I did enjoy life as a boy
In the green countryside west of Millstreet where I grew into a young man
I learned about life from my mentors and my enduring love of Nature began
For so many life is a hard battle and they've never known of happy years
And they must live with their haunting memories of their unhappy childhood years.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Life is but a lesson...

At birth I was ripped from my warm safe place,
Yet now I fear death so I flee it with haste.
As a babe in my youth I yearned for more years,
But as time's passed me by it's age I now fear...

Into this world I was born and life gave me breath,
Now each path that I choose always leads to my death.
For both death and life are old inseperable friends,
My life's but a lesson just a means to an end...

If I live life to the fullest will time pass me by?
If I start asking questions will I ever know why?
Wisdom is gibberish and gibberish is clear,
What I most wanted once is now what I most fear...

When I want most to live will it be time to die?
I dont want life to end! Will that be my last cry?
I think death must be life and to leave is to stay,
So I pray hell is heaven when my life slips away...

Spread the love... The peace will follow...

poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Good bye sadness

Good bye Sadness
She is so happy now
That you are out of her mind
You finally vanished
Good bye Sadness
Why are you called Sadness?
Because that’s the name they given you
You make people cry
You even made her cry too many times
There was a dark cloud hanging in her eyes
For a long tine
And now it is gone
Good bye sadness
She doesn’t need to see you again
You are also painful
Good bye sadness
You belong in the sad Sea
Where the pain lays
Among the dead fishes
In that sad Sea
The oil from that big ship and vessels
Pollutes this sad Sea
She doesn’t want to be a part of the Sad Sea either
Because it is sad to see
All that wild life dies
Good bye sadness
You never had anything good to offer her anyway
Pain and more pain you brought her all through those years
But the truth is that she had to go through it
To appreciate the good stuff
Yes sadness I can tell you she went through with it
For a long time
Good bye sadness
Please stay away from her forever
She doesn’t need you in her life
Sadness breaks everybody’s hearts
Her heart was broken too many times
By you sadness
Good bye sadness

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Im Living My Life

Part of my life is tatoo's, penetentry rules
When running yo mouth only seperates the men from the fools

Part of my life is bullets, guns, blood, sweat and tears
This is the part of my life that I've lived for years

Part of my life is dreams, wishes, hopes, happyness
Where I could care less about the world and its current happenings

Part of my life is lies, deciet, greed, envy, and hate
Which so many leaders of our world think is great

Part of my life is all the above
Cause everyday I see sadness and very little love

Part of my life has so much love to give
But I'm catching up with death fast, from the life that I live

Part of my life is wrong nor right
But I need no sympathy, cause I'm living my life.

poem by Daniel Chapman
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Life Or Death?

Every day we live, we always face death
We get closer to it, every time we take a breath
Life is special but death brings peace
Life brings reality and things you believe
Death is hard for everyone around
Death is quiet, no more bad sounds
Life is also hard, all the things we go through
Life can never be easy, no matter what you do
Death is sad, for those who cry
Death is meaningful, for those who die
Life is a work of art, it's nice to look
Life is full of teachings, like an open book
Death is the new life, might as well be dead
Death is a lot more, for what's up ahead
Life brings new things, always something new
Life brings surprises, something out the blue
Death is scary, nothing we want to see
Death is negative, a place we don't want to be
Life is full of love, with the ones close to you
Life is full of money, for those who sue
Death is empty, nothing compared to this
Death is a lot of things, too long of a list
But life is everything; don't wait till there's nothing left
Death can wait, so don't waste your last breath
So just pick your choice, which one? Life or death?

poem by Triauna Hall
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Those Years Of Separation.....

years separated us
when we meet again there will
be usual questions like

how is life? did you marry?
how many kids? how old are they now?
where do you work?
where do you live now?

i am tired of all these questions,
frankly i am not interesting and nothing interests me
perhaps
i was made sour by all those years,
but sometimes i may compromise
(but not a civil as you may think me to be) and
so i have my answers now, like

life is not really that miserable.
i got married, no kids only dogs in the house
(not applicable) ,

oh i work with a gavel,
and i live in my navel.

perhaps i am just dissatisfied with what
life has given me,
and you who claim to have kids like grapes
work like heaven, house like a castle,
and you who is like a story with a
happily ever after ending,

well, thank God, you are like everybody else,
you own a wife, and kids and house,
yourself is multiplied, your face is xeroxed,
your wealth is not just well preserved but
progressed like
hell,

you have chattels and servants and perhaps slaves
and submarines and nuclear weapons,
you have a brand new car,
an excellent paycheck,
by all means, to my mind, you are a superhero
and you have everything
everything

and yet, oh well, just like rest of the people in this world
you are never, never contented, you still ask for more

how much? how long? how wide? no one knows.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Recycled

The hollow of that empty shell
Now void of life but stands to tell
A lifeless carcass hard as tusk
Devoid of heart as upturned husk

As empty as one mindless act
That lures to death in sordid pact
So cold just likened winters face
No life nor favours given grace

Such fear that haunts our waking seconds
Unknown destiny that beckons
Face the bell that rings our name
Life and times the dying game.

I understand my mortal self
My worth not judged on merely wealth
And life must have a journey's end
Embrace it as you would a friend.

poem by Dave James
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18 Years Old

Tomorrow I'm
18 years old
I been waiting for this all my life
I get to do what I want and now I’m free
Live where I want
Do what I never done before
Date who I want to
Chase after my dream
Now I’m young adult and all grown up
I have to be responbility and make right choice
I start getting and understand life
I’m matured young lady
If I get in trouble now
I will go to jail which I will never do
I’m getting ready to be
18 years old
One day I'm going out in this world and face it’s
There is no hiding
I can’t believe this day come already
I been waiting for this day to come
I get to make my own choices now
I’m finally
18 years old

poem by Christina Phan
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There Is No Such A Thing As A Truly Evil Person

There is no such a thing as a truly evil person though some in their life's journey have gone wrong
The worst of criminals do have some good in them not everyone can be mentally pure and mentally strong
Some morally damaged from their tough upbringing life's circumstance condemns them to a life of crime
They spent their teenage years on poverty street homeless and behind prison bars they spend their prime,
Not everyone are born to good parents in life they never did have a fair chance
Inlucky enough never to have a fair go the victims of the cruelest circumstance
'Tis easy for some for to be judgemental some seem to enjoy putting others down
But these people can count themselves lucky that they were not born on the poor side of the town
Where it is near impossible to become a success and where the majority are destined for to lose
Reminds me of a Native American saying never judge one until you walk in their shoes
'Tis easy so easy to call one evil as words are so easy to say
But hear no evil speak no evil a saying I recall from a very long bygone day
There is no such a thing as a truly evil person all children they are born free of sin
But human life is not unlike a horse race many must lose for one to have a win.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Forever

THOSE we love truly never die,
Though year by year the sad memorial wreath,
A ring and flowers, types of life and death,
Are laid upon their graves.

For death the pure life saves,
And life all pure is love; and love can reach
From heaven to earth, and nobler lessons teach
Than those by mortals read.

Well blest is he who has a dear one dead:
A friend he has whose face will never change—
A dear communion that will not grow strange;
The anchor of a love is death.

The blessed sweetness of a loving breath
Will reach our cheek all fresh through weary years.
For her who died long since, ah! waste not tears,
She's thine unto the end.

Thank God for one dead friend,
With face still radiant with the light of truth,
Whose love comes laden with the scent of youth,
Through twenty years of death.

poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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Before It Goes Away

There are times when life is hard.
There are times when life is easy.
There are even times when life is perfect,
but that only lasts a short time.
So long as there is life,
we should take the good with the bad
and enjoy every minute
that is given to us.
Life is too short,
a countable time in years.
Best we make the most of it,
before it goes away.

16 January 2008

poem by David Harris
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Perhaps I'll Never Again See Old Clara Mountain

I'm getting on in years and looking older even than my age of two years with three score
And perhaps I'll never again see old Clara Mountain and climb the high fields up through Claramore
In Claraghtalea I started my life's journey but I'm not to know where and when that journey will end
In sixty two years I've known a lot of people but not everyone I've known I'd call a friend
I often think about the Town of Millstreet where mine once was a fairly well known face
Though there today I well might be a stranger a stranger even in my old Homeplace
I am one of many migrants from Duhallow for to try my luck in the big World out there
Duhallow people are known to be travellers and one from there one could meet anywhere
I often think of those I went to school with many of them the grandparents of today
Perhaps the years have left them looking older even some of them with the departed lay
It has been many years since I've last seen them the years eventually do tell on all
On looking back our young years went so quickly and for everyone of us a final Fall
Perhaps I'll never again see old Clara Mountain or walk in the fields where the rank rushes grow
In Claraghatlea I began my life's journey but where and when that journey will end I'm not to know.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Daughter...Best Friend Sister Mother to Me...My Precious Melina

Melina...My Daughter, Best Friend, Sister and Mother To Me.

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Melina....the superstar of my life...
You walked along with me and soon became my great friend
Then hurt walked left a shattered life we have much to mend
Youthful life, kids to guide, a great toll in your hands lay,
With every fall you must rise a Herculean Task you got to play
Precious jewel, indeed a God's Blesings a wonder like you.
I awake to cross the line of our next phase, though i fear it so
Its time to let go, the many decisions, you must make
No longer to soon, to lose you to the world outside, a step i take
You gave me time, now i step behind, as u travel on your own
My job will be, still undone, even with the years fast flown.....
Perfected with unspoken pain, a quality, a style, and good grace.
May God be with you, as with dignity you softly tread in life's race
love Mum

Create Date: Saturday, April 17,2010

poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Graduation

In couple months I will graduate from high school
I'm so excited and anixety
First, I have to get through this couple months and
Do everything I need to do
We are leaving behind good and bad memories
Is another chapter in your life
Time to start new one in college or whereever you go
Years in school fly so fast
This is our moment to show people we love that we can do it
You have plan to go to college or whatever you have in mind
Time to get our freedom and be away from home
Time to live our life way we want
We are going our separate path, but
We still can get in contact with each other
No matter where we are in the world
This is greatest moment of our life
We are going tear, laugh, smile, and be proud what we done
Graduation
Is once in life time
High school don't last forever
This is what we been dreaming
All our life and we make it through
With our ups and downs, bad and good times
I never picture myself that I would be here
In front of whole school and get my diploma in my hand
This is all worth it
I never gave up or had any doubt
Thank you to all my friends who was like my brothers and sisters
They have been there for me, fun to hang out, talktative, and funny
Thank you to my family who is supportive, caring, and love me
Thank you to all my teachers who never give up on me and help me through
I have confident, hope, and believe in myself
That I will make it through and look where I am
Graduation

poem by Christina Phan
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A Spirit Present

IF, coming from that unknown sphere
Where I believe thou art,--
The world unseen which girds our world
So close, yet so apart,--
Thy soul's soft call unto my soul
Electrical could reach,
And mortal and immortal blend
In one familiar speech,--

What wouldst thou say to me? wouldst ask
What, since did me befall?
Or close this chasm of cruel years
Between us--knowing all?
Wouldst love me--thy pure eyes seeing that
God only saw beside?
O, love me! 'T was so hard to live,
So easy to have died.

If, while this dizzy whirl of life
A moment pausing stayed,
I face to face with thee could stand,
I would not be afraid:
Not though from heaven to heaven thy feet
In glad ascent have trod,
While mine took through earth's miry ways
Their solitary road.

We could not lose each other. World
On world piled ever higher
Would part like banked clouds, lightning-cleft
By our two souls' desire.
Life ne'er divided us; death tried,
But could not; Love's voice fine
Called luring through the dark--then ceased,
And I am wholly thine.

poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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Life Could Be Easy

I never imagined life could be easy
I’ve only seen the worst of it all.
The starving millions barely living
in war and famined lands.
The deprivation of our young
with gods of evil garnishing their walls.
The daily slaughter rammed down our throats
from a one eyed monster in our homes.
Who said life could be easy
when the worst is all we see.
Our world of blue and green
daily shrinking before our eyes
and the creatures living within
disappearing at an alarming rate.
Who said life could be easy
when all you’re surrounded by hate.
Hate against a different colour skin,
hate against a different religion,
hate against everyone and everything.
Who said life could be easy
must be looking through blind eyes.

21 August 2009

poem by David Harris
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With A Kiss

Life begins with a smack on the ass
Followed by tears or a hardy laugh,
A celebration to a child entering into this world
Whether the recipient of this award be a boy or a girl.
As in this world when my child first arrived
I must admit, for his appearance I did cry,
But when he opened his eyes to this I must admit
I realized everything truly, begins with just a kiss.
And through my life as days did come
Sometimes so slow and many times on the run,
And in this life, be it that or be it this,
Everything truly, began with just a kiss.
There at the alter where I stood with my wife
Now my women she would be my life,
God made us one and that began it
Then everything for us, began with a kiss.
So as I entered and explored throughout my life
Entering with happiness and sometimes strife,
Sometimes my life, it is was either a hit or miss
But one thing again, everything began with just a kiss.

But then came along the sadden deaths
My heart was broken, and was full of regret,
I lost my father, and then my brother
And there left suffering, would be my mother.
And there where I stood I had only one reaction
Then to GOD and my soul, I made this one correction,
And around my bible I closed it with my fist
Everything I said, ends with just a kiss.
My reflection for life as it had changed
As washed away with the falling rain,
Hellos were farther, and goodbyes nearby
Less time for joy and yet more tears to cry.
Around my world It was a saddened place
Life was hurried and at a faster pace,
But one thing I understood, like a cheap magic trick
Everything in this life, ends with just a kiss.
As life comes at one, so fast and so furious
Some take it so easy and some do so serious,
Many take it simply and some take it with a risk
But one think for certain, everything ends with a kiss.

So as years will come and will past me by
I will look back with joy and wonders why,
As when a child is welcomed into this world
Or at a grave site, where a flag is unfurled.
In life's scheme there is either hellos or goodbyes
Along with the tears of joy, and or tears to cry,
And in this journey we understand the plan
We all try to grow to be the perfect woman or man.
But then comes sadness and then the sorrow
As we live for the day and never for tomorrow,
We welcome the plants in the summertime
As we say goodbye to the rain and hello to sunshine.
Life is though is always ending and or beginning
And souls of man are either rejecting or believing.
So when ones life is coming to the end
Will they remember in life where they have been.
But to myself I want to remember everyone in my life,
Whether they have came and or gone or still in my sight.
So now a solitary candle on my mantle I have lit,
As I have realize everything, either ends or begins with just a kiss.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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