No Where
The days slipped away
A face in sadness of concern
A voices cries out in despair
“Where are we going? ”
The answer eludes all he asked
The days move quicker
Creases of fear lines the face
Age mares each individual
Clock hands move faster
The hands become a blur
Face shrinks in features
The lone voice cries out again
“Where are we going? ”
The reply was elusive
Looking around
The reason becomes clear
He was alone
With only his voice
For comfort
Tears leaked from his eyes
His answer became clear
He knew where he was going -
No where
poem by David Harris
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World Of Understanding
Could we ever live in a world of understanding?
The question has been asked many times
and always the answer eludes us.
Will there ever come a time
when brother will not take up arms against another brother?
Another answer that eludes us.
Will humankind ever stop to ponder
the justification for what they do?
Yet another answer that eludes us.
Will there ever be a peace where lives
will not be forfeited in the sake of some honour?
Another answer that eludes us to be added to the every growing list.
Will men and women one-day link hands
around the world with out predigest ever showing?
Still another answer to elude us
We can only hope and pray
it will come our way,
then on that day we will eventually live
within a world of understanding.
poem by David Harris
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Winters End
Sometimes it seems like winters end
The weeks they just go on like a friend of mine
The sadness it has left a trace
I think that you can see that on my face again
Cause it always made things better
Now my days seem so much better
Now my days seem so much quieter
And I know
Yeh I know
It will never be the same again
Sometimes I feel my hands are tied
I need someone to come and cut these ropes of mine
Theyll wear a coat of wind and rain
To drive away the fears that I cant face again
And they always make things better
And my days seem so much quieter
song performed by by Texas
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Dare to smile for M lady Tara
December’s dull and dreary days.
Seem to pass by much more slowly
than summer days: We have to face
this is the sad reality.
The shorter days do not move fast.
Although we would expect them to
Instead they seem intent to last
so much longer than they ought to.
Although we know it is not true.
Time seems to slow its even pace
to us it really seems to do.
The way we feel shows on each face.
Nobody sports a cheerful grin
as if to smile would be a sin
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Reaching Out 2
Some days we reach out for someone
when our world is in despair.
We are confused with what life has given us
and feel our life spiralling down.
Then from no where two hands reach out
and with words of comfort
lift us back to solid ground.
The stranger who has helped us
has a face we cannot see;
they are not our god, but a stranger
from far across the sea.
The Good Samaritan whose arms
reach out to everyone
within their hour of need.
Are they one of God’s angels
or are they mortal like you and me?
It is a question we cannot answer,
however they are the answer to our prayers.
Someone who reaches out
and goes to the aid of whom
others sometimes fear.
7 July 2010
poem by David Harris
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Fear within my pain
what is fear?
how can you tell if you're afraid...
till the other night i thought that i feard nothing
but i do fear
within my pain
i am afraid of something that is not clear to me,
why do i fear something thats unknown to me
fear what is fear...
when i used to fear something i faced it
but i do not know what i fear i just feel afraid
i havent had a good nightssleep in days
even weeks
but why
i can not help but think
why fear, fear does not show weakness
but yet im weak
i can not face more days with this pain,
let along with this fear
I Have A Rendezvous With Life
I have a rendezvous with Life,
In days I hope will come,
Ere youth has sped, and strength of mind,
Ere voices sweet grow dumb.
I have a rendezvous with Life,
When Spring's first heralds hum.
Sure some would cry it's better far
To crown their days with sleep
Than face the road, the wind and rain,
To heed the calling deep.
Though wet nor blow nor space I fear,
Yet fear I deeply, too,
Lest Death should meet and claim me ere
I keep Life's rendezvous.
poem by Countee Cullen
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Face In The Sun
its ok to be lonely
its ok, still waiting for
well its ok to feel you're the only
like a loaded gun just bound to explode
just like the story goes
if you been raised
to believe in your soul
i'm sure you'll find your face
face in the sun
face in the sun
face in the sun
well its ok to be loved with
the way the sun shines above your face
well its ok if you've had enough of this
a lack of light been around for days
inside thinking of sunsets
leaving behind
i hope i find my face
face in the sun
face in the sun
face in the sun
i, i, i, i, i, i
i, i, i, i, i, i
i, i, i, i, i, i
i, i, i, i, i, i
face in the sun
face in the sun
face in the sun
face in the sun
i hope you find it
i, i, i, i, i, i
i, i, i, i, i, i
i, i, i, i, i, i
i, i, i, i, i, i
i, i, i, i, i, i
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Old memory lane
Sometimes I slipped to old memory lane,
Take me to far off places without sitting in plane,
Happy and old days definitely to be counted,
Let there be so much worry in mind amounted,
I see her almost there when look at the sky?
Take me back to old days I don’t know why?
I had asked her from silver moon,
She came on earth to join me soon,
“What would you prefer tea, coffee or milk?
She was almost there by wearing sari silk,
Graceful eyes with welcome and smile on face,
Was I on hunt or for partner in race?
She was perfect as I had imagined,
Eyes danced as if were wined
But she caught me and I thought may be fined,
If said not then life will be ruined,
All went well with deciding to knot,
proposal through with no fear of “not”
Remained with me for period so long,
She was at her best and never did wrong,
Life with wife gave me delight,
Nothing unusual and path right,
Nothing is missing and going out of sight,
Reminds me of old when look up at light
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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When I Look
When I look into a mirror
I see hopes and I see dreams
My imagination becomes clearer
Sometimes I see my fathers genes.
I see sadness and also frustration
Dotted about the face
I see thinking and concentration
And I see loyalty and also grace.
I see worries and also sadness
When I look deeper into the lines
I see a soul calling out in distress
On many days and different times.
Sometimes I see the future
And many times I see the past
Sewed inside the soul with a suture
Knowing nothing forever will last.
I see hate and a need to avenge
As I look deeper into the mirror
But then I see woe and revenge
As my face becomes clearer.
I then see happiness and joy
And also satisfaction and peace
I see living and not one to destroy
When I look in the mirror I see me.
poem by Randy McClave
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Grateful
Any day
That the Sun,
For me
Rises!
I will leave days lived alone.
A new day has been born.
And forward I move on.
Those yesterdays are gone.
Any day...
I wish to say,
I am...
Grateful!
To leave days left alone.
A new day has been born.
And forward I move on.
Those yesterdays are gone.
My eyes search desperately with clarity to see,
Where I can plant seeds.
And do good deeds to please.
I will live a life that's happy.
I will live a life in peace.
All the days,
That the Sun rises...
I will be grateful!
To be able to pick happy,
On my face and back to carry.
All the days,
That the Sun rises...
I will be grateful!
To be able to pick happy,
On my face and back to carry.
To be able to pick happy,
On my face and back to carry.
To be able to pick happy,
On my face and back to carry.
All the days,
That the Sun rises
I will be grateful!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quicker Than a Wick
Those days that come,
With a visiting from darkness.
Seem to stay with us forever,
When we are young.
And too impatient to wait,
For our dreams to come true.
Some young people become distant,
And disrespectful.
With a doing of things regretted.
When days thought long and went on and on,
To become compared to minutes lived...
When aging done seems like a race to the finish line.
And those days that come with a visiting...
From darkness seem to remind us,
Our stay in the present days...
Are not for us in a foreverness to be remembered.
When we are young and many adventuresome...
And too impatient to wait,
For our dreams to come true.
Some sat in a brooding.
Not knowing what to do.
But choose to be insolent.
And then they do! Come true. Those dreams.
Although...
We seldom do realize it.
Until we've matured and reflect upon what has visited.
And why we were so concern to rush through a life,
Quicker than a wick can burn through wax...
To provide the darkness to be the canvas,
Of etched shadows cast.
To eventually end the flickering,
Of candlelight to leave silent our voices.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A fear out of many
If I asked you the simple question
Would you say that you fear nothing at all
Or would you lie saying you fear everything you saw
If you asked my what would I say?
Two days ago probably would have shrugged saying: idk
But at the moment I a true fear
I would would say i fear something
But i cannot because this you cannot see
Nor could you touch
But I feel it to the bone
You wanna know my fear?
I fear of being all alone
Lines
I asked
Happiness
To give me
Some lines
To write
Happily…
It grimaced
And said -
There was
Nothing
In its booty.
It felt so empty.
So to help me
It went out of the way
To borrow some lines
From sadness and gave
Those to me.
So here I am
Writing some lines
To you, borrowed
From my friends -
Messrs. Happiness
And Sadness who
Were kind enough
To lend some lines
To me....for thee....
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Day 1
Happy days!
Days of fun
Days of shine
Days of sun
Happy days!
Days I won
Days I earned
Today has just begun
Happy days!
Days I dread
To wake up
With a burning head
Happy days!
For which I wait
With furnished fear
And hollow hate.
A Pagan Place
How did he come here?
Who gave him the key?
Slipped it in his hand
So secretly
And who put the colour
Like lines on his face?
Brought him here
To a pagan place
Now who shot his arrow?
How high did it fly?
When he tipped it with poison
Did he even know why?
What unseen hand
Brought him face to face to face to face with
All this and more
In a pagan place?
Come into my parlour
Sail in at my shore
Drink my soul dry
There is always more
There is always more after now
Fly on my carpet
Look into my face
See the heart of man
In a pagan
In a pagan
In a pagan
In a pagan
In a pagan
Pagan...
song performed by by Waterboys
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On The Wall
On the wall hangs a face, not a face of love or hate.
Not a face of expectancy hope or curiosity.
Not a face of hurt, sadness or anger.
Not a face of colour, shadows or darkness.
Not a face of life or death, but just a face, a hanging face.
poem by Jill Laughlin
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White Picket Fence
i've cut off the curls
I shaved half my face
Became half the man you asked to replace.
I'm willing to save you
You said you're worth saving
But half of my appetite's lost half it's craving
Stand in the mirror
That's me beside you
The one with the smile, the one who abides you.
Don't mind the madman
The killer, the lover
He's slowly fading one into the other.
Where is that white picket fence
That i painted myself in the late days of april?
Where are the daffodil mountians?
I know that they're somewhere around here by the garden.
You say that you're happy
Well you should know better
I see that you've sewn up that rip in your sweater
That some lover tore off you
That left you both shaking
That bled deep inside you the wound you'd forsaken
Where is that white picket fence
That i painted myself in the late days of april?
Where are the daffodil mountians?
I know that they're somewhere around here by the garden.
Don't fear i will save you
Don't shout you'll awaken
The corpse in the desert staked out beside you
I cut off his wing
And shaved half his face
But i thought that i saw his eyes...move
song performed by by Five For Fighting
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Suicide
Tame hearts collide
From deep inside
The rays of light
Move through the night
With face to face
To make the grey
Why would you lie
It's all suicide
Changes in life
Nothing stays the same
But your life is quicker than the blink of an eye
The story of love is
Hello and goodbye until we meet again
Do you want to fly
And touch the sky
I'll be for down for while
But i'll be back to do my time
With face to face
To make the grey
Why would you lie
It's all suicide
Changes in life
Nothing stays the same
But your life is quicker than the blink of an eye
The story of love is
Hello and goodbye until we meet again
song performed by by Puddle Of Mudd
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Voices
Voices of love,
Voices of songs,
Voices of peace;
But fogotten is my face in the land of darkness!
And somewhere someday,
I will be remembered once again in the light of love.
Sadness is my face!
And like the hill of foreskins;
But somewhere someday i will be remembered! !
And like the voices of love, songs and peace;
For i have toiled enough on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The School Days are near!
Same shrieking morning alarms,
Same morning fear!
The school days are near, The school days are near!
Sleeping in the bathroom,
From out, Mom shouts, '' DO YOU EVEN HEAR? ''
The school days are near, The school days are near!
So drowsy I am,
Confused, don't know what to wear!
The school days are near, The school days are near!
And entered into the school,
Murmuring silently, '' Oh dear! Oh dear! ''
The school days are near, the school days are near!
And if the first period is Maths,
Not again those equations linear! !
The school days are near, the school days are near!
A look at the load of books,
From the corner of my eye drops a tear!
The school days are near, the school days are near!
Gosh! When will vacations come?
We'll have to wait an year!
The school days are near, the school days are near!
Hoping when we go,
We'll find joy, sheer!
The school days are near, The school days are near! ! : D
poem by HudaM DeGratePoet
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