Sonnet: Life’s Realities
Realities of life are hard to take check,
When sadness comes as their accompaniment;
Sometimes, they seem to catch our very neck,
Defying balms and soothening liniment.
No wine or drugs or women can free you,
From life’s realities you encounter;
No thinking hard can give solutions too;
Problems will come just like a game-hunter.
No hiding helps in burrows like rodents;
By climbing trees, you can’t escape for long;
And dangerous is residing inside tents;
Some day, you’ll hear quite loud the mighty gong!
Realities are to be faced outright;
Prefer always the day, never the night.
6-9-2001
poem by John Celes
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Realities
Many fears,
Many tears,
Many years,
Many wears;
It's all about life when,
One faces the realities.
Birth, school, work and death;
The realities of life to keep on growing,
There is no hiding place from here.
The muse of a Bard,
The ink of a Writer,
The brush of an Artist;
To face the realities of life like,
The teacher and the student.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Just when we most need to be clearheaded, in order to face the hard facts before us, there is all too frequently a very real inclination to give way to dangerous tendencies merely as an escape from realities.
quote by William Lyon Mackenzie King
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Bill Clinton was in the line of great progressive presidents who faced the realities in his own time and applied innovative solutions to problems.
quote by Sidney Blumenthal
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Edges Of A Muse
I trace my thoughts over ragged edges
His latent uncertainties played taut
Realities tango, some for want, some on a roll
Unable to resist borders, edges close in
He queries me on shenanigan thoughts
And I quiz him about his solo life
Answers left in canvases un-sketched
They color palettes left untouched yet
I sketch him out from old sunshine
From corridors around him that don't quite give
I see him poised on forgotten rainbows
Where thoughts turn in as languages go mute
I watch him race life, and I bar my gypsy thoughts
Turning away from the realities he is threading
He fights hard, his battles deep and honest
While I watch, painting different sunsets
Time as I know it wraps silhouettes in goodbyes
Bouquets of images I carry from my world
We walk away each time, fencing paradigms
Defying borders that fights hard with reason…
poem by Bindu Vijayan
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It is inevitable that many ideas of the young mind will later have to give way to the hard realities of life.
quote by Felix Bloch
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Pawned
'What is this? '
That is a box of my realities.
'This is worthless stuff.
We can not use this here.
All of it is rusted gold plated crap.
What do you think we can do with that? '
You took my other things I pawned.
'We knew you were coming back.
Now...
Those realities you want us to believe...
Can not do a thing for us!
We fed our needs for a while...
Providing you a fix to return to get your realities.
But no one comes to us with a bail out,
To recycle greed.
Even your pleas are worthless!
If you had chafing pans or dishes,
Sterno and a box of matches...
With a manual can opener,
You got yourself a deal! '
Those are utensils the 'help' would use!
'Well,
You need to go find where that 'help' is.
It ain't here! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Murdering Dreams
When no one is looking
I count the steps
in front of my house
no reason apparent.
I linger in front of photographs
that resemble you
and I allow
cruelly
the contrast
between you
and my present life.
Disappointment
is harder to bare sometimes
in real life
catapulting us
to alternative realities
concocted by our mourning minds
which seek those media dreams
of the perfect life
of escape from the flesh and blood realities
surrounding us
introducing to us
dripping disappointments
in self, others and family.
How guilt-dripping is this dynamic
where reality is seen to be
cruelly oppressive
compared to those media visions
concocted for us
by movies and tv.
Murdering false dreams
is what, therefore, the children
must do
in order to grow up
and become part of humanity.
Otherwise
a grieving shadow
that seeks that happily ever after
becomes a mind dripping
of false realities.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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To Handpick
You have spent most of your adult life
Disregarding advice
To prioritize the enjoyment of your escapades
With critque of those who slowly took steps
That aging gracefully benefits
With a seriousness.
Clinging onto youth betrays
In ways that fade away with quick fads
And today
You have awakened to play a game of catchup
Fast
With many who had been afraid to face realities
And those realities have never allowed anyone
To handpick
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There are intangible realities which float near us, formless and without words; realities which no one has thought out, and which are excluded for lack of interpreters.
quote by Natalie Clifford Barney
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The world is seldom what it seems; to man, who dimly sees, realities appear as dreams, and dreams realities.
quote by Samuel Johnson
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A waiting-room where worries surface soon,
Nor may be dissipated, jobless list
Perversely daily grows, and pessimist
Emphatically are all who lampoon
Realities unjust as stage buffoon.
Useless to call, the problems will persist.
Employment rates fall further, chances missed
Black tarnish barrow boy and silver spoon.
Life hangs between the optimist who'd croon
A ceaseless siren song whose very gist
No sad end entertains, and realist
Caught by statistics which won't play 'le clown'.
'Heaven helps him who helps himself' is said,
Expressing wishful thinking's leaps ahead.
(6 February 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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A Poet
Alone
Not loneliness
socioeconomic truths
intellectual realities
spiritual realities
physiological truths
linguistic dynamicity
words
hermeneutical liberation
doubt
AloNe
bUt nOt lOnEliNEss
Impersonality
When I was three feet tall
I loved them all and lived life for myself
Falling down for laughs
Your photograph
Some puppets made of felt
Watching life in Oz Thanksgiving eve on grandma's old TV
Dancing roundabout I'd twist and shout for everyone to see
I'mpersonality
It's leaning hard on me
Momma's in a shop
Watching little sister by myself
Robbed a wishing pond
In a fleeting bond
Vowed to share the wealth
Scooping up the coins
A warning shot from some authority
Doesn't matter now but I'll shout out loud for everyone to see
Never got to know you
Did you ever wonder why
Now it's nice to know you
And I'm glad you're doing fine
Think of all the time lost
Was it really lost at all
Now I'm so proud of ya
I'd love to tell you all I see
Listen hard to your realities
I'mpersonality
It's leaning hard on me
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls from A Boy Named Goo
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Hope In Our Hearts
Hope raises its head in times of despair
Hope raises its head when you think no ones there.
Hope is the foundation to all in life
Hope is our strength, our deepest might.
Hope is a common ground that we all share.
Hope shows our loved ones that we care.
When hope disappears from our hearts
Where do we go? Where do we start?
How can it be, that hope opens
the doors to all the mysteries.
One door closes, and another one opens.
And looking inside you will see
The beauties and the realities.
When you feel that life on you has turned its back
And the ropes tighten, without any slack.
when you feel that no one is there
With your problems you wish to share.
Then you turn to the one who knows you best
The one that helps you when you need a rest.
He is the LORD who has always been there
He is the one that always cares.
He has shown you that “ hope is the key, it is what sets you free”.
poem by Louis Rams
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Leaving This Town
I love to see you oh my love
I want to feel you near
My need is deep inside
Well Ive been rolling on, Ive been holding on, Id like you to know
That its been a long, long time
Sometimes its hard to make it through the day
Sometimes its hard to find my way
Sometimes its hard to notice the changing days
When your friends have all gone
Leaving this town for another one
The night is coming round
I can feel the weight of coming down,
So afraid to lose this dream
I want you to understand that Im trying to do the best I can
Its so easy to lose my way
Lay your head where you may find some peace
Ive been searching for my happiness
Dont you want to wake up and take my love,
Id be happy if youd let me know
Should I stay or go
Let me know
Woke from a dream to see reflections all around me, of new realities,
Heavenly angels wont you guide me please help me to decide the path most
Meant for me.
song performed by by Beach Boys
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You give me pain
You give me pain
You give me pain when you think that drugs are cool
you give me pain
I have no pain because i want to be drug free like you
should be too
Drugs are bad it gives you pain just thinking it cool
I have no pain because I dont do drugs like you do
You have pain because you brought something in your life
that is hard to get hel for it
Your parent have pain seeing you do drugs and you think
it soo cool but its not it wasting your life what don't you
understand drugs are not cool if you dont do it you will have
no pain
if you do drugs you will be loosing you family, friends, Boyfriend/girlfriend
because you give them pain to
poem by Kirby Segan
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Addicted To Struggling
Who knows what's being said to folks,
When opportunities are taken...
To exaggerate realities.
Who's mind has been manipulated to believe,
What 'is' isn't?
And that which isn't has been exploited to perceive.
And the rise of confusion.
Began with an absence of facts.
What one assumes,
Lives.
And realities are attcked!
Morning, noon and night.
Minds are addicted,
To struggling.
As the rise of confusion,
Begins with an absence of facts.
What one has assumed,
Lives.
And realities are attcked!
Morning, noon and night.
Minds addicted,
Sit in struggles.
Who knows what's being said to folks,
When opportunities are taken...
To exaggerate realities.
Who's mind has been manipulated to believe,
What 'is' isn't?
And that which isn't has been exploited to perceive.
And the rise of confusion.
Began with an absence of facts.
What one assumes,
Lives.
And realities are attcked!
Morning, noon and night.
Minds are addicted,
To struggling.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So William Is Not Dying
i have long told
you, a poem is
detached from
the poet
the stranger
talking to you
might have
been
talking about
another
stranger too
be detached
like
a mirror
and yet
so immersed
in the
image of your
own face
the realities
we write
are lies
behind
the realities
of others
william
has just told
you
the reality
of death
and he pretended
it was him
in that coffin
surrounded by
friends, parents
and children
and lovers
could be just
all in his mind
but the truth
has been told
and you
received them
fairly verily
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Gifted To Waiting World
because
you have a love
of poetry
and ideals
fill your world
beauty
awaits
in many
realities
many
universes of
mind
how many
can be realized
created in
one lifetime?
beauty
of thought
of mind
transcends
into realities
of beauty
gifted
to waiting
world
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Confused Life
Nonoe's life is
Void of
happiness and love
Sometimes
It just takes
A little bit longer
To reveal
And uncover them.....
From the deep hidden
realities of life
That is full of
Actions and reactions
Love and hatred
Loyalty and selfishness
Honesty and hypocrasy
And above all
truths and falsehoods
That we encounter
In every phase
Of our lives...........
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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