Sonnet- The World's Like This!
None of my people want to read my stuff;
None of my people want to share my love;
None of my people see my heart ain't rough;
None of my people seek my 'treasure-trove',
How much I yearn that they should read my rhyme!
How much I long that they should share my thought!
How much I want that they should spend some time,
To think of God and improve their soul's lot.
Oh, how I wish that they read what I writ!
Oh, how I wish they love Nature like me!
Oh, how I wish they see God bit by bit!
Oh, how I wish they get Eternity;
My Poesy can heal the wounds of heart,
In better ways than any drug or art.
poem by John Celes
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I think most people read and re-read the things that they have liked. That's certainly true in my case. I re-read Pound a great deal, I re-read Williams, I re-read Thomas, I re-read the people whom I cam to love when I was at what you might call a formative stage.
quote by James Laughlin
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People Who Read People Magazin
(Kinky Friedman)
Well, I'm here to say I got turned away from Studio 54
Back to neon lights and lonely nights and saw-dust on the floor
And if she ever loved me, she don't love me anymore,
And if anyone should ask me, here's who I'm singing for:
For the people who read People Magazine,
For the soap opera lovers, for the home-town bowling team,
For everybody everywhere who's ever lost a dream,
For the people who read people who read People Magazine.
Now if you're too New York for Texas, too Texas for L.A.
You been chasing trends like rainbow ends but you're always just a song away
And if the White House wouldn't have ya, play in every little honky-tonk and bar
The good Lord made the Heavens, ah but He never made a star.
No, its the people who read People Magazine,
It's the soap opera lovers, its the home-town bowling team,
It's everybody everywhere who's ever lost a dream,
For the people who read people who read People Magazine.
And to tell you the truth this telephone booth gets lonesome in the rain,
But son, I'm 21 in Nashville and I'm 43 in Maine.
And when your mama gets home, would you tell her I phoned, it'd take a life-time to explain
That I'm a country-picker with a bumper-sticker that says: ?God Bless John Wayne?.
And bless the people who read People Magazine,
Bless the soap opera lovers, bless the home-town bowling team,
Bless everybody everywhere who's ever lost a dream,
For the people who read people who read People Magazine.
Bless the people who read people who read People Magazine.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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Faves And Yuks
and some say
oh that’s my favourite ever poem
my aunt my uncle my teacher read it
to me when I was twelve
and the more I read it
the more true it is and now
I’m older I can say it off by heart
as if the poem knows my heart
and some say
that poem yuk I really really hate it
the more people said to me
that’s a great poem
the more I hated it
now if I see it
in an anthology
I skip the page quickly
I really really hate it
and I wonder if
the more people read a poem
do they take a bit of its power into themselves
so it no longer has quite that surprise it had
or the more people read that poem
the more they add to it
so it has the power
to surprise more people
or do poems
like a rest from time to time
like that old toy in
your grandparents’ attic
which so surprised you
that Jack-in-a-box
with a face like
Pushkin
or Langston Hughes
poem by Michael Shepherd
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People Who Read People Magazine
(kinky friedman)
Well, Im here to say I got turned away from studio 54
Back to neon lights and lonely nights and saw-dust on the floor
And if she ever loved me, she dont love me anymore,
And if anyone should ask me, heres who Im singing for:
For the people who read people magazine,
For the soap opera lovers, for the home-town bowling team,
For everybody everywhere whos ever lost a dream,
For the people who read people who read people magazine.
Now if youre too new york for texas, too texas for l.a.
You been chasing trends like rainbow ends but youre always just a song away
And if the white house wouldnt have ya, play in every little honky-tonk and bar
The good lord made the heavens, ah but he never made a star.
No, its the people who read people magazine,
Its the soap opera lovers, its the home-town bowling team,
Its everybody everywhere whos ever lost a dream,
For the people who read people who read people magazine.
And to tell you the truth this telephone booth gets lonesome in the rain,
But son, Im 21 in nashville and Im 43 in maine.
And when your mama gets home, would you tell her I phoned, itd take a life-time to explain
That Im a country-picker with a bumper-sticker that says: god bless john wayne.
And bless the people who read people magazine,
Bless the soap opera lovers, bless the home-town bowling team,
Bless everybody everywhere whos ever lost a dream,
For the people who read people who read people magazine.
Bless the people who read people who read people magazine.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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Mother Nature, I Love You.
You display things known, unknown
In ways, I can’t imagine;
You teach me so lovingly
Most things, I need to know.
You unravel secrets great
To curious searching earthlings;
You reveal to men who seek,
The glorious works of God.
You share beauty’s treasure trove
That’s hidden to most eyes.
You infuse the knowledge base
That all on earth need most.
You heal wounds of mind and heart
That science cannot ever heal;
You give joy to pining souls
That world can never give.
You help poor, born upon earth
To sleep in peace ’midst peril;
You unleash your furious work
When men will not repent.
Mother Nature, I love you –
Heart of God’s love, unfolded;
Remains your might unfathomed,
Till God ushers Doomsday!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-16-2009
poem by John Celes
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What Life Is Like
Life is good to the nice in
every way but it is dark and gloomy
with thunder and lightning storms.
That's the way it goes for the bad people
but still the sad people read sad books,
read like sad people, walk like sad people,
look like sad people and talk like sad people
but beware don't talk to the mad people
because they will blame it on you.
leave them in the corner because they may get over it
if you don't talk to them also if you talk to them they will move
but if you don't talk to them then they wan't move
and always remember they are very mad.
Happy people we all talk to them because
they are are always happy
also they listen in all the ways they can
but remember keep them that way OK.
Annemaria
To heal internal wounds after a long period of consideration!
And, to eat the meal of your lover;
From the firstborn to the youngest,
And like the treasure in your sacks.
People do reverence ruminant animals as Gods (Elohim) ! !
But, Yahweh will have compassion on His people;
And like the rue love that is shared around,
For, i have now seen your tears oh Annemaria!
To heal internal wounds after a long period of consideration,
I will surely heal you with my love;
And, to drink your fruit of love is like,
The muse of peace in the land of many waters.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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0317 Fingertip to fingertip, a human net
i think it's really wonderful
that with all the million poems on this net
people find their way to read what each of us has read
or written.
it's like a shining human net around the world -
fingertip to fingertip in space
all connected by the love of poetry
and the poetry of love.
so instead of moping and chewing our pencils,
feeling pathetic and unread
we can dedicate all our poems to all those real people who - yes! -
actually read them
and say
It's you I wrote them for - and you - and you-
and now I know you're there
I'll write some better ones for you in time,
that what it's all about...
and if I'm silent for a time
working on something that's good enough for you,
remember -
love, love, love
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Read My Mind
would you like the cliche
of having
to read my lips?
people read lips some people
only kiss
to read the essays of the heart
some go for love
in bed
wanting to squeeze what juice is there
hidden in the pulp bits
of suppressed desire
they extract
until everything becomes as dry
as sponge
deprived of water
light as air floating between that space
claimed by both
the roof and the ceiling
it's funny, you come out of the room
with a quiz
and there are no answers
for there are no questions
what do they need from you? you ask.
if you pay attention, they only need your time
and when this is taken
you become one of those thrown away
garbage of an imagination
flower without petals
glass without the gleam
of promises.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pain
Like the pain in my trick arm
the pain i feel is my heart beating
and my muffled breathing
i stand outside staring at the sun
having my morning cigarrette
smiling at the earth that lay so cool around me
people walk by but do they see that my smile
is just my cover
do they see the pain inside
im complicated and hard to read
like the scars on my wrists my smiles fade
like the fresh blood they bleed
a new thought comes into mind
the blood stains like the marked impresion
on my heart of all the things i love
and all the ppl i care for
when i look back now and see
all the pain i have caused others
and the pain they have caused me
it breakes my heart to remember how cold
i used to be
my pain flows every day and stuff happends
it hurts and sometimes i wish i could freeze
and heal my wounds and the wounds of others
but pain will never stop coming so its best
not to let it get you and take over
poem by Sandy Vanity
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I don't think many people have ever read the report. Who has read 26 volumes of this case? How many read the summary? If you read the summary, it takes a long time.
quote by John Sherman Cooper
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The People's World
people are good;
people are bad;
people are happy;
people are sad;
people are near;
people are far;
people are true;
people are blue;
people are white;
people are right;
people are silent;
people are violent;
people can throw;
people can grow;
people can share;
people can care;
people can unite;
people can divide;
people can fool;
people can rule;
people can trust;
people are worst;
don't think i became mad.... what ever i wrote is very common things known about people but what i want to show is that i cannot describe everything about the people as it is impossible in the same way it is impossible to understand and make every person happy around us that's it.got it!
poem by Fahmina Arjumand Misha
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Ways To My Heart
you may know me,
more than i thought,
but, that's okay,
that's what drives me crazy,
not many people,
can read between the lines,
that's what sets you apart,
show me you can be there,
and you'll win part of my heart,
i don't open up to anyone,
show me you worth the risk,
i don't like people breaking my heart,
treat me special,
tell me what i want to hear,
but say it with meaning,
otherwise, it's just words on paper,
be who you are,
never be fake,
i like them real,
it's a better deal,
i love a guy who knows what i like,
but, also keeps me guessing,
about whats going on in the inside,
i love the challenge of finding who you are,
but, even more,
i love that you know a part of me
i don't really like to show,
besides my naughtly ways,
i have a serious side,
be a good friend,
want me for my mind,
not for my body,
in the end,
i'll find ways to make
you just as happy.
4-22-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Lola Aurelia's Love
(An old woman did a cute, romantic and noble act of finding her missing husband. And people who were moved, helped till she found him.)
She sits on a busy street the whole afternoon
As her mind floats with worries just like a balloon
With a paper on her back where everyone can read
That her husband is missing and she is so worried
People saw people read and they’re willing to find
The missing old man a very dear husband
How noble is her act of not ever giving up
Till she holds her loved-one she will never stop
Good people happy hearts cheered up when she ran
To happily meet her husband whose been gone
United finally after being apart
From today and onwards they will never depart
Till old age till grey hairs still they do care
Their love and affection no doubt that they share
With their love this I say we became so inspired
In our hearts we do wish a love of that kind.
poem by Naida Supnet
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Fragile
Life so fragile that one time
.... so long ago before i even had tasted a lime
when i thought i hated music and rhyme
i decided my whole future in one moment
i did not know that i did
but because of that moment i will suffer so much more then when i hid
now its here
no one to call my dear
its not the fear
that keeps me from shows affection now
holy cow
i cant share affection with anyone anymore
i know i will be something people will abhor
there has to be a way back affection and love
so far keep me down so i cant fly like a dove
but they keep the rope far away too
people like you
make me not want to do it
shoot whatever you say.... im still stuck in the pit
does love have to end
is my heart beyond the time i could mend
i dont know what love is.... not because
i have never been shown love.... but because i cant give it...
poem by David Knox
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A Unique Breed
a well clad..and
well read too
people they are
a set of people
who want to do things
their way..not the right way
a set of people with a smile on their face
and a frown in their heart.
we the ordinary people still believe
' a person who rules should have a sacrificing heart'
they are people who have just taken the democratic route
to power..and once they are in it
they behave like kings..not tracherous
they behave like the saviours of mankind...and
even the learned tend to be misled..
within they are the worst plunderors and murderors
they are...A UNIQUE CLASS OF PEOPLE
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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cn U rd ths? Its nt gd nws...
The National Literacy Trust in Britain
did a survey and
- yes, you guessed -
57% read 'only a bit' or not at all
and 25% of the older ones said
they had no intention to
read any more than this
So what do they read when
they read?
Well, mags,
and websites
and txt msgs of course
and jokes,
and TV books and mags
and e-mails
and eighth on the list comes fiction
that's made-up stories, right?
right
then comix ninth
then newspapers well
they're just for people
who don't have TV and
don't mind waiting 12 hours
to read the news put that tenth
what's that? poetry?
sorry would you spell that
oh poetry nah
girls said, they read
to find out how other people live
and feel and
to help them understand
more about themselves
boys said, they read
because they have to and
because it helps them
get a job so
some old farts might say
put up a sign
civilisation's postponed until further notice
but it may all work out
well it'll have to
poem by Michael Shepherd
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All Things To All People
all people have worries
worries that wake them
worries about things yet to come
worries about worries are what worry some
i look out my eye
and behold I see people
big bold beautiful people
i see brown people
gold people
yellow people
red people
orange people
purple people
pink people
white people
yet I don’t see colored people
i see a people as one
a people capable
a people that should be grateful
grateful for the blessings that we can all share as people
to love
to grow
to build
to sow
people in my neighborhood
people it’s all good
undivided by vanity
an unbroken sea of humane humanity
people must rely on a shoulder to cry one
we all are people
we are people
old and young
rich or poor
used or new
let us be valued as people
let us value each other as people
persons
beings
individuals
not things
people
and all things to all people
to all nations
at all stations
in every situation
poem by Harlan Lovestone
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It Will Touch Your Heart!
Muse, infuse!
This poem is for you when you read it;
Because, i love you.
This poem is very special and,
It has the ingredients of love than hate;
So, take hate out of you and,
Bring in the light of love! !
This poem is for you because,
I love you;
And, this poem is here to guide you.
It will touch your heart!
Because, it is from my heart;
This poem is the poem of love,
Without hatred that leads to war! !
This poem is all that i have for you because,
I love you.
Smile and, let me see you laughing with the muse of love;
Becuase, i am here to share my love with you.
This poem has the spices of love and the aroma of romance waiting for you!
Because, it is from my heart.
This poem will touch you when you read it;
Because, i specially wrote it for you.
Muse, infuse!
With the joy of your heart;
Because, this is the true love that i share with you;
And, this poem will touch your heart because,
I love you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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World of oxigen
People talk, why should we care for that?
People cry, why should we spend our time in regret?
Because people talk every day,
And people will cry any way,
And we are people,
we shouldn't care or regret,
and we shouldn't criticize who we don't know.
We shouldn't talk behind their back,
Why can't we let go?
Why can't we do that?
People multiply,
People cry,
People fall,
People try..
People breathe the same air,
we can't we be one? for that let's care.
In a world of hate, envy, lust and love.
All in the world of oxigen.
In a world of greed where we can't get enough.
In a world of mistakes as we are humanbeings.
In a world of heartbreaks.
In a world of a lot of things to think of.
In a world we are not forgiven,
we hate the life we are living.
So, people let people be
And people let people see
That eventually,
we can share a dream,
As people in a world of oxigen....