Camp Zero
They came
Those people we had known
With strange looks within their eyes
Some of them
Said 'sorry'
But they'd not apologise
They said they had a mission
And that they had had to choose
They said that they were Germans
While we were merely Jews
They took us to the station
They helped us on those trains
They said that they would write to us
But never did again
So, were they evil in intent?
Did they know what would transpire?
Did they ever question motives
Did they know of oven fires?
There was a blindness then in Gernany
And a deafness too as well
When the innocent amongst us
Were consigned to live in hell.
poem by David Keig
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An Apology on Behalf of the Human Race
As the dignity of the human spirit never waned
In the forlorn look on the Jewish face and their race
As endured thru decades of the slime of degradation
By Gestapo secret police who had no secrets of their damned intent
To build camps on foundations deep in the abyss of hell
Clogged with a dismal cast of human expiration
The devils cloud desecrates the sky of star witness
Above the dead end train stop of Auschwitz
The Fuehrer’s anti -semenistic breath bred life into his monster web
And the tribe followed.
To dwell on the horror which is well documented I decline
But
I Apologise on Behalf of the Human Race
I apologise from the bottom of my heart
I apologise for all those lies
I apologise for closed doors
I apologise for closed eyes
How on earth could the Holocaust happen?
Lest We Forget
poem by Ken e Hall
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Good one's smile evil cry
Evil live
Innocent die
On their flesh
Evil survive
Without them
They will also die
It is an irony
Evil survive
Sinless perish
Good keep on
Fighting
Knowing very well
One day they shall die
Evil keep smiling
Forgetting
When they die
To god they shall
Have to reply
Their place is in
Hell or heaven
Deeds they have done
Shall decide
God punishes evil
Good sent to heaven
Evil to hell
In the end
One thing is certain
Good one’s smile
Evil cry
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Trains
Here I am at the end of the day
With a cup of cold coffee
From the station buffet.
On trains, on trains I seem
To spend my life on trains.
See the blue suit banker in the ticket line.
Got an evening standard with playboy
Hidden behind.
On trains, on trains he seems
To spend his life on trains.
Time after time.
Was I just dreaming?
Did I help you aboard?
Full passenger service ---
Let me help with the door.
Sit down take the weight off your feet.
Theres a train full of people Id like
You to meet.
On trains, on trains we love
To spend our lives on trains.
Join the secret world of trains.
Feel the pleasure. touch the pain.
Drift into yesterday.
Once and again
I was just thinking.
We could meet sometime
On the 17.30 where
I usually find
My friends at the end of the day.
May we pay your fare, lady?
We should like you to stay
In our train. on trains ---
Youll have to spend your life
On trains.
I hear theres an office party on the 18.05.
Youll be home for christmas if they
Take you alive from the train.
Those trains, we have to spend our lives
On trains.
Once and again
I was just thinking.
We could meet any time
On number two platform
Where I usually find
My friends at the end of the day.
On trains, trains, trains.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Accidental Insults
Although I write mainly for me.
I choose to share my poetry.
With other poets on the net.
The only thing that I regret.
Sometimes I find I have upset.
Somebody inadvertently.
Albeit unintentionally.
I can only apologise
For bringing teardrops to their eyes.
Though I am taken by surprise.
By what they read into my words.
I often find it quite absurd.
They take offence at what I write.
They see it in a different light.
And choose to take the opposite.
view. Because they fail to understand.
They then dismiss me out of hand.
As they have every right to do.
Because sometimes I've chosen to.
Criticise what they hold true.
I do not mean to cause offence
I offer this in self defence.
The words I write, you filter through
Experiences peculiar to you.
That's why you read them as you do.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXIX: In Their Eyes
You don't intent to be modest
You don't mean to say those white lies
You just don't want to be judged bad in their eyes
You don't intent to be friendly
You don't mean to chat a long
You just don't want to look ugly in their eyes
You don't intent to be strong
You don't mean to show power
You just don't want to lose control in their eyes
You don't intent to be brave
You don't mean to take the role of hero
You just don't want to appear weak in their eyes
You don't intent to be obedient
You don't mean to do all the orders
You just don't want to be considered a threat in their eyes
You don't intent to be professional
You don't mean to follow the rules
You just don't want to be seen indifferent in their eyes
You don't intent to be kind
You don't mean to give a help
You just don't want to raise suspiciousness in their eyes
You don't intent to be generous
You don't mean to be involved in any relation
You just don't want to be outsider in their eyes
You don't intent to be honest
You don't mean to tell the truth
You just don't want to be the one who should be responsible in their eyes
You don't intent to be forgiving
You don't mean to forget every mistake
You just don't want to be called cruel in their eyes
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Only The Good Die Young
The demon in your mind will rape you in your bed at night
The wisdom of ages the lies and outrages concealed
Time it waits for no man
My future is revealed
Time it waits for no man
My fate is sealed
If I cancel tomorrow the undead will thank me today
Fly in the space of your prophets I mock your morality plays
The moon is red and bleeding
The sun is burned and black
The book of life is silent
No turning back
Only the good die young
All the evil seems to live forever
Only the good die young
All the evil seems to live forever
Only the good die young
Only the good die young
Mistery madman a victim of cruel charade
Some innocent pawn in an end game one more stalemate
Is death another birthday?
A way to kiss your dreams goodbey?
Do the undead live within us?
And look through our eyes?
Walking on water are mirarcles all you can trust
Measure your coffin does it measure up to your lust
So I think Ill leave you
With your bishops and your guilt
So until the next time
Have a good sin
Only the good die young
All the evil seems to live forever
Only the good die young
All the evil seems to live forever
Only the good die young
Only the good die young
Seven deadly sins
Seven ways to win
Seven holy paths to hell
Seven downward slopes
Seven bloodied hopes
Seven are your burning fires
Seven you desires...
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Apologise
How can you apologise
when you’re not sure
what you’re apologising for.
My intentions have never been
to worry people that something
in my life is going wrong.
Too many times I write poems,
others see are so heartfelt,
that they immediately write
to me asking if everything is OK.
It is nice for them to be so concerned,
and I feel that I must apologise,
if some how I’ve led them to believe
my life is a bit battered and worn,
and that my marriage
is under some kind of storm.
My marriage is rock solid
as it has always been.
As for my life,
I think we all have had
our ups and downs.
I may stand under a rain cloud
a lot of the times,
but I have no intentions
of doing anything silly,
and self-destruction is just not me.
In my life, I have weathered many storms,
and I’ll weather more as they come along.
So please don’t worry about me.
If I have a problem,
I know that there are a lot of you
out there that I can talk to.
Now I want to apologise
if I have somehow put some of you,
through any needless stress,
for it has never been my intention
to cause anyone any harm.
I love you all too much,
to ever want to make you cry.
So, save your tears for someone else,
who is much more deserving than I.
3 August 2007
poem by David Harris
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Blindness cuts us off from things, but deafness cuts us off from people.
quote by Helen Keller
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Descent Into Grey (Life Poem)
It could be the end of the world as you know it,
When change is a crisis that decolours your life,
If you choose in your blindness to only see grey.
You know nothing has changed, and it's just
Your perspective that turns day into night, but
It could be the end of the world as you know it.
It's hard to see good when the news is so bad,
With everyone nervous about what is to come,
If you choose in your blindness to only see grey.
Go back to a place when colours were bright,
Unless you can see that things are not really grey,
It could be the end of the world as you know it.
Try recolouring your life with Instagram intensity,
And switch back and forth to see it's your choice,
If you choose in your blindness to only see grey.
Repainting your world with your Instagram mind,
A perspective that is more balanced than true, or
It could be the end of the world as you know it,
If you choose in your blindness to only see grey.
poem by Ian Beckett
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It Is Not A Reflection Of You
The evil that you experience, feel, how abusive people react to you, their false impressions of you, estimates of you, responses to you, is a reflection of their evil, prejudice, blindness, of their lack of development, it is not a reflection of you, of your abilities, intent, it is not an impression of the impression you make, it is a reflection of them, their limitations and ignorance. Their being distorts good, mocks love, an amplifies weakness, such have, are become, such are fake, superficial enlightenment, unconscious.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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A Male Chauvinist Pig
Please don't ask me to apologise,
I've seen right through your lying eyes,
You've spread your legs for a lot of guys,
So please don't ask me to apologise!
And put a stop to those crocodile tears,
No tart's as innocent as she appears -
A slapper's attractive after four or five beers,
So put a stop to your crocodile tears!
You'd like to think you've got me taped,
You'd like to pretend that you'd been raped,
I'm really glad that I've escaped
Though you liked to think you'd got me taped!
I'm getting old and a little bit wise.
And I feel no pity when a prostitute cries,
I've seen right through your lying eyes,
Excuse me now while I do up my flies! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Trains
Trains take you to the empty spaces
Where orange fires raged the other day
And you could then collect the fire- dust
In the enclosed cup of your joined palms
And pour it in oblation into holy rivers
Which will take them to the green sea.
Trains bring people to river canals
Where death is a mere after-fact
Submerged in flowing green waters.
It is like what your life’s beginning was
When you were sleeping in your mother
Submerged in a sea of emerald aqua
With your eyes closed in green oblivion.
Trains take you through the sea of darkness
Holding you safely in their green wombs.
poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri
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Mad At God
A lot of people say that if God loves this world
Why this world is hurting this world
Children are dieing from hunger
Innocent people are getting kill
How can God allow this
You have a free choice do good or evil
What choices are you making
If you choose to do mischievous things
Then how can you blame God for the mess you're in
For those of you who are mad at God
Before you point a finger at him
Examine yourself examine your choices
It's up to you to choose what's righteous
Do you want God to kill us
For God to kill evil he has to kill us
We have all thought of evil things
For God to kill evil he has to kill us
Instead of killing us he choose to send his son
Jesus died for our sin own the cross
Give you life to Jesus let his spirit lead you
And you will desire righteousness
I used to blame God for this
I used to blame God for that
But what's the point I have a free choice
Thank you Jesus for your grace and mercy
Instead of condemning you choose to give me understanding
Now I understand the power of free will
Jesus I give you my will
poem by Jerry Alexander
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Transport.
I thought I would write about, how we get about,
The various kinds of transport we see, when we are out;
It could be trains, or cars, buses, and trucks we see too,
So let me write a poem, maybe of interest to some of you.
Firstly I will write about, planes we see in the sky,
Small little 2 seaters, some may use to parachute, they'll try;
Next, is the helicopter, look like an insect flying so high,
And there are jets, of all kinds, but you can't see them fly.
Next. Is the trains, with large engines travelling along,
Then there's the small trains fixing the rails where they belong;
And what about the commuter trains, who take people everywhere,
Some in Sydney two levels, and people need to use the stair.
Now I come to trucks, all sizes and shapes and color,
Rubbish, milk, food trucks, then the giant coal mine ones with an odor;
There's the postal, and the fire truck, just too many to name,
But can't forget those council trucks, taking animals, that's a shame.
So what about buses and taxis, who come in handy,
When there is no trains to use, that's from city to dandy;
There are the usual cabs, and the maxi taxi,
So what a ride from anywhere in the coaches, but not for me.
The best sort of transport for disabled like me,
Is the motorised chair or scooter for us to get about,
But to travel to anywhere buses leave us out.
And so I'm glad there are scooters, and that makes me happy.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Good verse Evil
There could be a time
When good is defeated
When lights vanish from time
When the sun does not rise
There will be only night
In night there will be only darkness
And in darkness there will be only evil
There could be a time
When evil is defeated
When the dark is banished to the fiery depths of hell
There will be only happiness
People will not live in fear
The earth will be blinded in light
And in light there will be only good
But you have a choice
You can choose to fight the dark
And conquer the evil
Laughter is the best weapon against evil!
poem by Blair Williams
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Commander Of All Evils
Politicians are the commander of all evil spirits
Their belief: deities are vain trifles
They have vowed to devotion themselves
Damnation, shoes, or slap does not frighten them
Nor they have distinction in hell and heaven
They are the least worried for the terrors of hell
Gulf exists between politicians and people
Politicians’ element is of devils
People are purely idol of virtuosity
Pride of power has allured them into hell
They will never see the face of God
They will never taste the eternal joys of heaven
When you kill a tiger you say a sport
When the tiger attacks on you, it is ferocity
When you kill millions of men
Politicians propagate peace and prosperity
You design to kill the innocent
Often the innocent are called the mastermind
Your evil spirit of policies creates the path of terrorists
Often our judiciary pronounces their innocence
People should not feel tormented with the sufferings
Inflicted by the politicians
People will have everlasting happiness of peace
And enjoy in heaven
Heaven is of God and for His dear one
Let them rule in hell
The breaking news flashes on channels
Politicians have embraced everlasting
Damnation by entertaining dangerous thoughts
Against people, nature and God’s fury
poem by Shujaat Hussain
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A Sad Return
There are many sad tales
of trains taking people away,
either to fight a war
or just to runaway.
As the train pulled into the station yesterday
there disembarked a passenger
who had been for a long time
on far distant shores.
Coming home to see his family
after years of being away.
He ran along to his door,
tried to inser his key into the lock,
but the key no longer fit.
He knocked on the door.
Strange faces answered it
of people he did not know.
He asked about his wife and son
who used to live there
not all that long ago.
The couple looked at each other
and offered him in for a cup of tea.
When he was comfortable,
they broke the sad news to him.
His wife and son were no longer living
because she could not live without him
she took her own life and their son as well.
He would find their graves
in the cemetery at the bottom of the hill.
As he places some flowers on their graves,
he said a little prayer
for God to look after them
until he too would meet them
at heaven’s door.
poem by David Harris
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To be O Not to be
To be o not be
The deception of the mind is
Imaginary through ur eyes
The concept of the heart is to visionary be an emotion
But it pumps out blood with no soul
Eyes see through optics beyond men
Be fooled u lose
To be o not to be
Perception Blindness is of the weak
Optimistic vision is of the wise
Thus u see no evil, hear no evil, be no evil
Still remains
To be o not to be
poem by Gift Macozoma
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A Second Train Song for Gary
When the trains come into strange cities
The citizens come out to meet the strangers.
I love you, Jack, he said
I love you, Jack, he said
At another station.
When passengers come in from strange cities
The citizens come out to help the strangers.
I love you too, I said
I love you too, I said
From another station.
The citizens are kind to passing strangers
And nourish them and kiss their lips in kindness.
I walk the unbelieving streets
I walk the unbelieving streets
In a strange city.
At night in cold new beds the welcomed strangers
Achieve in memory the city's promise.
I wake in love with you
I wake in love with you
At last year's station.
Then say goodbye to citizens and city
Admit this much—that they were kind to strangers.
I leave my love with you
I leave my love with you
In this strange city.
poem by Jack Spicer
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The Soldiers View
The soldier in question
said the world
contains evil.
If it didn't contain evil
we wouldn't have to construct God
no evil no God.
I think.
No evil no wars
but this is not human
possibility we need entertain
because there will always
be evil.
There will always be war
because human beings
are aggressive animals.
These were his thoughts
friends you might agree
or choose not to agree
but the evidence points?
poem by Wayne Falconer
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