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Until The Day I Die

I often ponder
what will happen when I die;
I’ll climb those golden stairs
way up into the sky.
What will I find there
when I reach the top.
Will the gates be closed
with no one to let me in?
Or will they be open
with family and friends
to greet me there.
The answer eludes me
and I will go on pondering
until the day that I die.

6 March 2008

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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Steps

How many steps must I take
How many feet must I walk
How many stairs must I climb
Until I find the answer that I stalk

How many miles must I travel
How many journeys must I take
How many shoes must I wear
Until that truth I finally awake

How many blocks must I run
How many corners must I turn
How fast must I really be
Until that answer I finally do learn

How many doors must I knock upon
How many calls must I make
How many thoughts must I think
Until I find the answer with no mistake

How many stairs must I climb
How many rivers must I cross
How many lands must I visit
Until I find the truth that has been lost.

How many dreams must I have
How many places must I go
How many paths must I walk down
Just to find the truth, that I wish to know.

poem by Randy McClave
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For The Want Of Why

As I ponder lost to wander
passing of another soul
so young of yesterday.

In the small southern town
from which i'm from
not understanding
the here in why.

No broke back mountains
here to climb such talent
in perspective
but few find.

Mentor broken heart so kind
seclusion magic broken spell
bereft of wife child
all know well.

Those whom see lids closed
true friends
whom know gone in the
blink of an eye
fly closer to the ground
now sky.

May those few whom
next do come
the lid to all eyes
please not be shut
keep all such as they
you see alive.

Not avoiding yet intervene
more futures will some have
to brighten all our days of life

23 January 2008

poem by Uloia Norris Moore
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Im Gonna Walk Dem Golden Stairs

(words & music by cully holt)
Im gonna walk, walk dem golden stairs
cause I know my jesus answers all my prayers
Well, well I know when he calls me to my home on high
Ill walk dem golden stairs when I die, when I die
Oh lord you know I can hardly wait
To reach that suite by and by by by
And now I see those per, per, pearly gate
Ill walk dem golden stairs when I die, when I die
Well, well, well
Im gonna walk, walk dem golden stairs
cause I know my jesus answers all my prayers
Well, well I know when he calls me to my home on high
Ill walk dem golden stairs when I die, when I die
When jesus says to me well done
And all my cares are laid by
Ill lay down my soul, my battles are won
Ill walk dem golden stairs when I die when I die
Well, well, well
Im gonna walk, walk dem golden stairs
cause I know my jesus answers all my prayers
Well, well I know when he calls me to my home on high
Ill walk dem golden stairs when I die, when I die
Well, well
Im gonna walk, walk dem golden stairs
cause I know my jesus answers all my prayers
Well, well I know when he calls me to my home on high
Ill walk dem golden stairs when I die, when I die

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Stairs (Fun Poem 58)

Everyday we climb stairs,
up we go and down we come.
Have you ever stop to think
how many steps that you actually climb.
Today I started counting just how many steps
in stairs I climb most everyday.
I was amazed
when I totalled them all up.
It came to just over four hundred steps
I go up and down each day.
At the beginning of the year,
I was six foot seven
and now I am six foot three.
If this goes on at the rate it’s going
at the end of the year I will be a pygmy.

1 February 2008

poem by David Harris
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Fire Dream

A dazzling fire white flash
Illumines deep into my night sky.
I stare in amazed awe...
As timidly I wonder,
Am I - is anyone - ever ready to die?
A question without answer,
Perhaps the answer is without reason
And therefore cannot find expression.
Death - like this blinding light - stands before me, blazing.
Neither can be denied;
By way of such pondering
I find closer to the light I am drawn,
Or it to me -
At the lights center now I see
A spot fading just low enough for recognition,
It is the size and shape of an ordinary door.
Curiosity driven by desire to understand
Holds at bay my fear of daunting death,
So I move further into the great light,
Toward the doorway -

This closed door seems to beg me to open
- open it or myself I am uncertain -
Three feet from it's threshold I see
It is a door of burning cold-fire,
The knob solid gold...
Without lock.
From beyond the door I now hear music
- very good music -
My desire intensifies!
As does the rhythm of my heart beats,
Slowly I reach, and then grasp
The golden knob...
I awake!
Lying in bed, in the darkness of night,
Shaking, my mind roils,
Vexing, what had it all meant?
And where, and why, had it went?
A felicitous vagary; an arduous vision;
I do not know for certain.
Only this from my enigmatic dream
Do I comprehend:
Death does truly await me,
Perhaps though it is not to be quite so feared
As I once believed.
There may even be great joy and surprise
On the other side of that effulgent doorway.
I can only but trust God
To, someday, open it for me,
It is not mine to do. And
For that,
I am exceedingly grateful.

poem by Smoky Hoss
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Seconds To Fall

Well it took years to climb that hill
And now we look up to the mountains
As high as you might climb there still
Something we should not forget
It takes seconds to fall
Seconds to fall
Could happen that you can scratch the clouds
Could happen that you come tumbling down
Could be you find yourself at the top of the stairs
Could be youre just another clown
It takes seconds to fall, yeah
Seconds to fall
Seconds to fall, oh yeah
At the top of the stairs, nobody cares
What has been, or what will come
I dont want to preach, no Im not the one
But you better hear me call
It takes seconds to fall, yeah
Seconds to fall
Seconds to fall
Seconds to fall

song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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You March On

You, unknown traveller of untreaded path
march on, march on, march on
will reach your destination
one day
though far off
march on, march on, march on.

Look back, never, even by mistake
forget, never, the hardships you bore
guide, will be your past deeds of life,
full of pangs on the bed of stake
What holds destiny?
Not to worry?
............Just march on, march on, march on.

Adversities make you a fast learner
Desires are snakes, so be a shirker
search the deep sea to find a pearl
get to the shore, while facing the whirl

Think never to be feeble & meek
deliver everyone from the misdeeds
while truth you seek
clear all hurdles regaining your strength
you will reach the destination
march on...march on....march on.

Carve out your name on the horizon
as your stars are on the ascendant
work towards the goal night and day
be illuminated in such a way
sluggish should appear the milky way

You, unknown traveller of untreaded path
march on, march on, march on
will reach your destination
one day
though far off
march on, march on, march on.

poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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God can be realized through all paths. All religions are true. The important thing is to reach the roof. You can reach it by stone stairs or by wooden stairs or by bamboo steps or by a rope. You can also climb up by a bamboo pole.

quote by Ramakrishna
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Every Door

Every door we open
must lead us somewhere,
the highest gate of heaven
or to the depth of hell.
Every door leads somewhere,
the problem is where.
The only way to find out
is when we open it and step inside.
Many times, we ask ourselves
which way our lives will lead.
No one can answer that.
We can only go down the path
we have chosen to go,
only when we reach the end
will we ever know.

8 February 2008

poem by David Harris
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Zhang

Zhang rose from his...
Pondering
Such pondering
Much pondering

Emperor I must say:
Yes, it did start somewhere
Where...
I just don't know

As Minister of Education
I shall find out
Zhang went back to
His pondering still...

poem by Hope Hills
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The World Where You Live

Here's someone now whose got the muscle
His steady hand could move a mountain
Expert in bed but come on now
There must be something missing
That golden one leads a double life
You'll find out
But i don't know where you go
Do you climb into space
To the world where you live
The world where you live
So here we lie against each other
These four walls can never hold us
We're looking for wide open spaces
High above the kitchen
And we're strangers here
On our way to some other place
But i don't know where you go
Do you climb into space
To the world where you live
The world where you live
The world where you live
When friends come round
You might remember and be sad
Behind their eyes is unfamiliar
Do you climb into space
To the world where you live
The world where you live...

song performed by by Crowded House
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World Where You Live

Here's someone now whose got the muscle
His steady hand could move a mountain
Expert in bed but come on now
There must be something missing
That golden one leads a double life
You'll find out
But i don't know where you go
Do you climb into space
To the world where you live
The world where you live
So here we lie against each other
These four walls can never hold us
We're looking for wide open spaces
High above the kitchen
And we're strangers here
On our way to some other place
But i don't know where you go
Do you climb into space
To the world where you live
The world where you live
The world where you live
When friends come round
You might remember and be sad
Behind their eyes is unfamiliar
Do you climb into space
To the world where you live
The world where you live...

song performed by by Crowded House
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Supernaut

I want to reach out and touch the sky
I want to touch the sun
But I dont need to fly
Im gonna climb up every mountain of the moon
And find a distant man a-waving his spoon
Ive crossed the ocean, turned every bend
I found the crossing near a golden rainbows end
Ive been through magic and through lifes reality
Ive lived a thousand years and it never bothered me
Got no religion, dont need no friends
Got all I want and I dont need to pretend
Dont try to reach me, cause Id tear up your mind
Ive seen the future and Ive left it behind

song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Molehills

Sometimes we make molehills
that trouble us
into mountains
that are not easy to climb.
The more we try to climb them,
the taller the mountains get.
Soon our strength
will give out
and we will be buried
under regret.

14 March 2008

poem by David Harris
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Keep Christmas in Your Heart

Christmas is the time of year for kindness, forgiveness and love.
A time to kneel down, give thanks to Jesus above.
A time to be charitable, happy and open our closed up hearts;
A time to reflect on others make a brand new start.
Christmas is a time to look inside yourself and find out who you are,
And open up your heart and send love to family afar.
IF Christmas is not in your heart you’ll never find it under a tree.
The best present is the presence of Family and friends,
Which include you and me.
So if hearts are touched just once a year, it’s still not too late ~~
Maybe on some magical Christmas morning,
The touch will finally take.

Merry Christmas

poem by Sandra Finch
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Early Works - Restlessness

As I walk through a place of rest
in morbid solitude,
a chill goes down my spine
for an answer I must find.
In front of me lies a closed grave,
on the tombstone my name is paved.

Am I dead,
am I a lost soul
cast into an eternal hell
of restless beings
with no shape or form
to call our own.

Or is it just a dream
of what will happen to me
I cannot tell.
Is this my place after death
to live in the restlessness
outside the gates of hell?

Date unknown (probably the late 1960’s)

poem by David Harris
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Family

When its family, you forgive them for they know not what they do
When its family, you accept them, cause you have no choice but to
When its family, theyre a mirror of the worst and best in you
And they always put you to the test
And you always try to do your best
And just pray for God to do the rest, when its family
Some are preachers, some are gay
Some are addicts, drunks and strays
But not a one is turned away, when its family
Some are lucky, others aint
Some are fighters, others faint
Winners, losers, sinners, saints, its all family
And when its family you trust them and your hearts an open door
When its family, you tolerate what youd kill others for
When its family, you love and hate and take, then give some more
Somehow you justify mistakes, try to find some better way
To solve the problems day to day, in the family
You take the trouble as it comes and love them more than anyone
Good or bad or indifferent, its still family
You choose your lovers, you pick your friends
Not the family that youre in, nah
Theyll be with you til the end, cause its family
And when its family, you forgive them for they know not what they do
When its family, theyre a mirror of the worst and best in you
When its family, when its family
Let me be all that I should be to the family

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Family vs. Friends

Friends come in your life as ocean waves come and go.
You friends may be there one day and be gone the next.
Family is like blood, you need it to survive and it will always be there.
Family is there the day you are born and will be until the day you die.
Friends may be there for the short term, it is your family that will
remain by your side.
Always put your family first, friends should go second.
Family will be there to support you and catch you when you fall.
Friends may be good to talk to when you are feeling down,
but they might not be there when you need someone the most.
Family will be there to laugh and they will be there to cry.
Family will be there through the good and bad.
Family is always there.

poem by Nina Grobe
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Would You

If you had the chance
to live your life again
knowing what you know now.
Would you make the same choices
that you made before
or would you change things
and amend all the mistakes
you made in your life.
Would you do some things earlier,
some things later and some things not at all.
It is a question we often ponder,
but can never answer
because we know
it could never happen at all.

28 November 2008

poem by David Harris
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