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Everyday We Fight

Everyday we fight skirmishes,
skirmishes to stay alive.
We might loose a couple
of skirmishes along the way.
We never finish fighting the battle
until we’ve reach the top floor
and then we’re knocking on heaven’s door.

28 January 2008

poem by David Harris
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Helmets Donned

May helmets be donned for the best,
A battle rages on, a battle fits itself.
Your wars are in possession for long,
Options existed for the skirmishes.
Hatred was actually drunk for safety,
Leaving us the drink of anger.
May the irritations exist for long,
May words be done, may actions collide.

poem by Naveed Akram
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We were ordered out to quell an uprising of the Indians, and were out for several days, had numerous skirmishes during which six of the soldiers were killed and several severely wounded.

quote by Calamity Jane
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Sonnet: My Poesy’s forever

I’ve struggled hard in life untiringly;
I fought much battle bravely but in vain;
Life’s skirmishes have chosen me singly;
I’ve suffered ignominy and heart-pain.

Yet, I will not give up so easily;
My cruel journey is almost half-done;
The slowing force has been my family!
My walk is turning to become a run.

Surely, I’ll cruise my way to success fast;
Nothing can hinder my ‘dare-devil’ spree!
My worries will be soon things of my past;
I’ll breathe with joy and contentment afree.

My achievements will match the labor laid;
My poesy will stay and never fade.

8-31-2002

poem by John Celes
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Not So Grim

I've heard of a man who harvests life
Swathed in dark, he reaps with scythes
I have no fear of mortal men
But, talks of Grim will tremble hands
Shopping in skirmishes, one-by-one
He assigns a number, one to come
Late last night he came to me
And whispered, "6-11-23."

poem by Chancellor Nelson
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Mask

Matey with masks of a standard
You are a mass of ugliness, with mascara
I put swords to the throat in this order
Offering you neutrons so nervous
A full nelson is about my perversity
What is this premonition?
Matey with the requisites of strength
I am a superfluous nature in my words
Preparation read, my art devils in laughter
Of your eyelashes all the way
Skirmishes resolve afterwards
To be me afterwards

poem by Naveed Akram
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Knocking On Heaven's Door

I went knocking on Heaven's door today
but no one came to the door to see.
Who was making all that knocking noise
for it was just, little old me!

I guess they might all still be sleeping?
Or maybe out shopping, at Heaven's Grocery store?
So I guess I'd better continue
just knocking, knocking on Heaven's door?

As I gazed in through leaded glass windows
of those golden Heaven's doors.
There on knees was seen an Angel crying!
who cried out, ' God doesn't live here anymore! '

'He went to earth yesterday
to fight earths war, with His Angels you see!
And left me here to man Heaven's doors
but I've seemed to have misplace their keys! '

I can't seem to let you in right now
so can you come back maybe, another time?
I will let you know if I find the keys later
I'll be sure to send you, an Angel's Knee Mail line.

poem by Linda Winchell
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Common To Find

Rotten food
Rotten ideas
Bad actions
Worst sufferings

Polluted environment
Serious diseases
Countless deaths
Worst crimes

Great sufferings
Floods and food shortages
Earth quakes and volcano eruptions
In search of another planets

Wars and skirmishes
Terrorists and killings
Nature and mankind
Is there anything common to find?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Write Poetry

I write not poetry for the poor
for tears from their swelled up eyes
smudge and erase my words,

I write poetry not for the rich
for the splotches from their fat and cheese
hide my lines of wise,

I write poetry for not men to read
for in their skirmishes, poems are trashes
like beans spilled in pond full of slush,

I write poetry for the men not to read
for poems are little words, little music
little cry that the men cant touch or destroy,

poem by Saranyan Bee
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Crucible

Hot gold runs a winding stream on the inside of a green bowl.

Yellow trickles in a fan figure, scatters a line of skirmishes, spreads a chorus
of dancing girls, performs blazing ochre evolutions, gathers the whole show into
one stream, forgets the past and rolls on.

The sea-mist green of the bowl's bottom is a dark throat of sky crossed by
quarreling forks of umber and ochre and yellow changing faces.

poem by Carl Sandburg
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Death Is Calling At My Door

Death is calling at my door,
Knock Knock not another joke.
This time I'm actually scared.

The call of death is at my door,
Knocking..... Knocking.....
Awaiting an answer,
My body gets cold as I start to shiver.
All sorts of things are happening to my body,
Not accustom to it; it got me worried.

I am feeling like I am going to die,
I don't. I want to stay alive.
I don't know what it is,
For all I know it could be a disease.
I spoke to my mother who said it is normal and I am alright,
But the symptoms I am getting insist to pry.

The knocking on the door becomes more as I go closer.
I want it to go away let me live to see another day.
I open the door ready to take my last breath,
Shockingly death had the wrong address

poem by Anita Khelawan
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Destiny

Why siting down without
fighting for what is made
for you? You are made for
this battle, your mouth is
for this food do something
before it get to late, time
they say is no friend of no
body.

You have reach the cross
road here is the finish line
all that remain is a bit move
of you feet, it better be now
or never, don't just talk about
it fight for it.don't just look at
it take it, it your.

poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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Shes Knocking At My Door

Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
Shes knocking at my door
That little angel knows the score
Shes knocking at my door
But I wont let her out no more
I want a piece of that pie
Shes driving me completely wild
Shes giving me a private dance
Shes playing with my confidence
The way shes coming down the stairs
Makes me surrender just right there
This girl is out of this world
Heaven must be a place on earth
Shes knocking at my door
That little angel knows the score
Shes knocking at my door
But I wont let her out no more
Shes like a shot of adrenaline
She made me fly with broken wings
With nothing but the radio on
Her body is the song I want
Shes knocking at my door
That little angel knows the score
Shes knocking at my door
But I wont let her out no more
The light is on but no ones home tonight
We lock the door, we turn the key
And throw it right outside
Come on and set me free
If you had candy once before
For you keep coming back for more
Shes got the sweetest touch of all
The longest legs that I recall
Before she leaves she turns around
The elevator takes her down
She says oh well the city rocks
I go to sleep but then it knocks
Shes knocking at my door
That little angel knows the score
Shes knocking at my door
But I wont let her out no more
...

song performed by by Scorpions
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Perhaps Chopsticks

What is it then that binds us to the mob,
and asks so much of our most precious inner lust?
Will they relent in their demanding heartbreak throb
or would plain sanity whip up a healing gust
of soft humanity and altruistic wallow
is this reality, god-given, an excuse
or fraying vanity with braids so very shallow
that even devils do consider it a ruse?

Could we be masters then, of life's intriguing plan
to sweep away the dust o f Cinderella's ashes
or will our fellow bastards fight us as they can
with ill-won skirmishes and convoluted dashes?
And I think not, so says the meek and humble vagrant
who sits and watches with detached and hollow eyes
he could not care about a body somewhat fragrant
and only welcomes little weevils and all flies.
Are we so righteous that the bums can teach us fools
that all those animals in zoos and in our beds
and even plants in pots who follow different rules
are far superior than the famous Mister Ed?
I have no answers, guys, perhaps you ask your preacher
or politicians, for the riddle's whole equation
I am no baker and no butcher and no teacher
perhaps a maker of great chopsticks, proudly Asian.

poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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A Love Like Yours

(e. holland / l. dozier / b. holland)
I broke your heart
And I made you blue
Instead of hurting back
You said I love you
That very day you won my heart
And my love for you shall never part
You have such an understanding way
And I appreciate you need what I say
cause a love like yours dont come knock, knock, knock, knocking
Knock, knocking everyday
Although I treated you bad from the start
Without question you gave me your heart
No, a love like yours dont come knock, knock, knock, knocking
Knock, knocking everyday
Its the little things you do
Oh, that mean so much
So very, very much
(consideration), I never knew
That is, until I met you
Believe me
You made my life complete
And I know our love with all of my mind
You can believe gonna hold on tight
cause a love like yours dont come knock, knock, knock, knocking
Knock, knocking everyday
No, a love like yours dont come knock, knock, knock, knocking
Knock, knocking everyday
Its the little things you do
That mean so much
So very very much
(consideration), no I never knew
That is, until I met you
Believe me
You made my life complete
And I know our love with all of my mind
You can believe gonna hold on tight
cause a love like yours dont come knock, knock, knock, knocking
Knock, knocking everyday
I said a love like yours, it dont come knocking
Knock, knocking everyday
I said a love like yours, it dont come, it dont come knocking
Knock, knocking everyday
cause a love like yours, it dont come knocking

song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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A knock at the door

It will yet knock the door
As you will then seem to be poor
the reality may not be left behind
in search of new find

The pigeon may close the eyes
with the thought that cat may not ask why
she will catch her by neck
the life will never be back

The sound can be blocked
the light too can be shadowed
The vanes may be still flowing
the red and fresh blood will be allowing

The world is there as it is
everything moves on as it was
you may observer temporary pause
you have reason and sold cause

Nothing can be left behind as it was yesterday
nothing can be retained as it is today
what will we carry with us for tomorrow?
did it ever mean for worry, tears and sorrow?

It will attack with double force
there is no place for remorse
but the remedy is there of course
fight it out without spelling the curse

Gone is by gone and can never be golden
you have to slow down and soften
as it will engulf complete life
there is so much to be performed as wife

One may confine self and remain in isolation
thus he or she may offer consolation
if fact it has no direct bearing or relation
still it has strong bond to feel elation

You may try to look brave at heart
this is down fall and likely to start
it may bring down you to collapse
You will try to find out lacuna and lapses

Not all may find light at the end of the tunnel
not all may have good communication channel
little mistrust may bring down the holy relation
there are number of instances for citation

Yet it survives the onslaught
the scuffle and skirmishes are daily fought
it is fueled to dangerous level
one must remain on guard and excel

It is yet to be given second thought
the compromise formula must be sought
there is not one life alone at risk
there may come cyclone accompanied by dust and mist

The storm may gather and show its power
you have all the responsibility to go slower
you may get wet in rainy shower
this pain may be realized by fewer

The sacrifice does not go in vain
It may speak of hidden pain
the words are spoken with great anguish
still it is not the end of road to finish

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Death Came Knocking At My Door

Knocking at my door

Death came knocking at my door
HE SAID: my life would be no more.
He was coming to take me away
To a place where I would stay.
I would be there for all eternity
And that my soul was finally free.
It would be a happier place
Where I would see a friendly face.
I SAID: are you not the “ grim reaper’?
HE SAID: oh no! I was your guardian angel
Here on earth, and your guardian
Till you reach that final sleep.
And when you open your eyes again
You will be with family and friends.
I will help you to earn your wings
For in heaven, that’s the normal thing.
Not every death is with the reaper
A lot of this is so much deeper
You have been watched from your birth
And we know just what you’re worth.
You have helped so many in your life
With your thoughts and deeds
and with that you did exceed.
You will continue to help in death
as you did in life.
This is the final sacrifice

poem by Louis Rams
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What If I Came Knocking

What if I came knocking
On your front door some night?
Would you open the window
And drop me down the key?
What if I came knocking
On your bedpost that same night?
Would you open up your heart
Or try to get the best of me?
What if I came knocking
On your brain the next day
And ask for your truth and your love and your honesty?
Would you build up your big walls
And try to hide behind that smile
Or would you try to pull the wool right over me?
So what if I came knocking?
So what if I came knocking?
So what if I came kicking
And it scared you a little bit
And I came on strong
Would you think
That theres something wrong with me?
Or could it be your fears
Of trying something real
Or just afraid to touch
A guy like me?
What if I came knocking?
What if I came knocking?
What if I came knocking
On your front door some night? ahh
So lets just say it worked out
Like a storybook dream
And we lived happily ever after
Fa la la la
But what if I came crying
After just a few weeks
And said I misread my heart
This is not really meant to be? yeah
So if you hear some knocking
On your window tonight
You can bet that its probably me
But let it be known
That were just a pair of tumbling dice
And the outcome of these crap shoots
Is hard to see
So what if I came knocking?
So what if I came knocking?
So what if I came knocking
On your front door tonight? ahh
So what if I came knocking?
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knocking
Kick, kick, kick
What if I came knocking
On your front porch tonight, tonight?

song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Fight

You know some days I like me.
Some days I dont.
Some days I try with passion.
Sometimes I wont.
I might just hold my guard up,
And lock my heart up tight,
But its the door thats open,
Letting in the light.
Theres a battle raging
Inside of me.
Its a holy struggle,
And it wont let go of me.
No, no, no,
I dont want to stop the fighting,
Wo, wo, wo,
I just want to live right.
I used to sit and ponder
If Id be fine,
If jesus lived his own life,
And I lived mine.
But love is such a magnet,
It pulled me night and day,
Until my needy heart
Just couldnt stay away.
Life can drive you crazy,
Or just about.
But even when its most frustrating,
This kids not walking out.
No, no, no,
I dont want to stop the fighting,
Wo, wo, wo,
Sure its tough but I wont deny it,
No, no, no,
I dont want to waste my life hiding,
Wo, wo, wo,
I just want to live right.
Ive made up my mind now,
I dont want to lose out, (unguarded)
Beginning to see now,
What the fight is about, (unguarded heart)
I gotta stay open,
Keep defenses all down, (unguarded)
Dont want to be hiding,
When the love comes round.
No, no, no,
I dont want to stop the fighting,
Wo, wo, wo,
I just want to live right.
No, no, no,
I dont want to stop the fighting,
Wo, wo, wo,
Sure its tough but I wont deny it,
No, no, no,
I dont want to waste my life hiding,
Wo, wo, wo,
I just want to live right.
No, no, no,
I dont want to stop the fight, now,
Wo, wo, wo,
I just want to live right, now.
No, no, no,
I dont want to stop the fighting,
Wo, wo, wo,
I just want to live right.
No, no, no,
I just cant stop the fighting,
Wo, wo, wo,
If I want to live right.
No, no, no,
I dont want to stop the fighting,
Wo, wo, wo,
I just want to live right.
No, no, no...

song performed by by Amy Grant
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We Must

We must enjoy
everyday we got
as death comes quickly
and we depart.
We must savour
every minute we have,
enjoy all the beauties
each second brings
before death
comes knocking on our door.

6 February 2008