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Sonnet: My Good Work Belongs to God

My work belongs to God and God alone;
I don’t expect rewards or citations;
If God allows it, it will come, one by one;
For long, I don’t expect imitations.

If I wish to tell people who God is,
And make them understand His love for Man;
I wish to them remind of Heaven’s Bliss;
That reaching it with ease, everyone can.

The words I write come from my mind and heart,
Inspired by good thoughts that God gives me;
Let people understand them through my art
And praise the Creator, wholeheartedly.

Let it help them to live, my Poetry,
And go to fruition like a healthy tree.

6-26-2001

poem by John Celes
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People Expect Too Much From Me

aug,11,2010

people expect me to be perfect,
because i'm smart,
people expect me to get good grades,
because of all the hard work i put in,
people expect me to have my own business,
because i can be talented and creative,
people expect me to be a push over,
rather than a girl who speaks her mind,
people expect me to be something i'm not,
but all i can be is only myself,
people expect me to deal with life,
i can only deal with it the best i can,
people expect me to handle more than i can,
but who is it really for or what do i have to prove?
people expect me to be who they want,
but did they ever stop to think of what i wanted?

poem by Mona Martinez
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We Are What We Are

Love is you,
Love is me,
Poetry is you and i to make the world go round;
It's all about life to write about.
Heaven is not free but,
It is gained by laws;
The earth is free but,
It is full of sinners.
Once a poor man,
Another day a rich man;
Once a barren woman,
Another day a woman of seeds;
It's all about life to write about.
How can i explain it to you?
No, you will not understand;
In my land i was a King but,
In somebody's land i became a Slave;
That's all about us on this earth to learn daily.

Living like Hong Kong and China,
A pasor's son wants a wife;
Living like the hare and the tortoise,
A king's daughter wants a husband;
Living like the snake and the cat,
A president's daughter wants a husband;
Living like the sun and the moon,
A king's son wants a wife;
But it's all about life to write about.
Why beat your wives like a thief and expect to live like a king?
Why live as sinners and expect to go to heaven?
Poetry is you and i,
Love is you and i,
But we are what we are on this earth.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A poem for you...

I write a poem for you today,
to get a place in your heart for ever
A poem that could tell you my love for you
I write my poem with emotion and affection
for you to understand my deep thoughts for you
A poem to love and a poem to understand its soul
A poem to enjoy and a poem to understand its happiness
A poem to think and a poem to understand its way of life
A poem to learn and a poem to understand its content
A poem to sing and a poem to understand its melody
A poem to cry and a poem to understand its sorrow
There are poems I have written but this is specially for you
The poem could tell you how important you are for me
There are words comes out freely from my mind to write poem
but there are no words to find my love for you
Those words can not missed as I miss your love today
Let me have all those words put in to my heart and
say I love to write a love poem for you

Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka

poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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Expect Your ………….You!

Expect your friend to be not better than you;
Expect your neighbor to not forgive you;
Expect your country not to goad you;
Expect your siblings to but discourage you;
Expect your children to not care for you;
Expect your spouse to rather hinder you;
Expect your love to always forget you;
Expect your home sometimes to ignore you;
Expect your native place to not honor you;
Expect the world to disregard you;
Expect your enemy to well hate you;
Expect your Maker to much love you;
Expect your God to never forsake you;
Expect your Lord and God to never abandon you.

poem by John Celes
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Are persons people?

and he says
you don’t write poetry to please people, you know
that’s with a comma after people
you write poems to please you
with shock lines like I still treasure
our first condom oh my love
to show that you’re cool and hip

but she says why write poems at all
if they don’t please people
men have such egos I suppose
it’s because they can’t have babies

but who are people anyway, how
many persons make a people or
how few persons and are they
a random mix or is there like
a recipe, some of this lot some of that

he says people who know about these things
like poetry but how do you know
which are the people who know
I’m not sure I know he knows for a start

and she says well ordinary people
so what then do you slide up
to a bus queue when there’s no
bus in sight and say look you’re
ordinary people I’ve been looking for you
yeah watch them give you a nasty look
and skedaddle pretending they remembered
they were due some place else

I’m beginning to wonder if people really exist
I mean as such but I’ll have to stop there
my PC says it’s run out of virtual memory
that’s another thing I don’t understand
maybe people are just a virtual memory too
I’m beginning to wonder if anyone knows
what *people* should think about poetry
maybe they should just write it throw it away
see who picks it up and not never nohow talk about
other *people’s* poetry

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Inspiration..

Inspiration comes and goes.
I write it down or I’ll forget while searching for a pen.
Inspiration comes and goes.
I get is from dreams or experiences.
Inspiration comes and goes.
But tell me, what inspires you.

I’m inspired by beauty, love and lust.
Giving me words and thought I dare to trust.
It’s inspiration that separates me from the rest.
‘Cause when inspiration comes words fall into place.
And things are beginning to make sense.

Sometimes I’m inspired by sorrow.
When I’m waiting in my bed for tomorrow.
And words start to become sentences.
I will start to write just to understand.
And to make me feel better so I can go to bed again.

Sometimes I write because of a pain that runs so deep.
I write cryptic lyrics about the secrets I keep.
I express them in other words so no one will understand.
But they feel not knowing what I’m trying to tell.
It’s a just way to clear my conscience.

Sometimes I write how the world could be.
Or I write about the girl of my fantasy.
Then I’m inspired by a fragment of my imagination.
And now I told a few ways where I get my inspiration.
So now tell me what inspires you.

poem by Rick Adriolo
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The Poetic Experience (Number Four)

poetry lost itself,
lost it's connection,
and its ability to be
effective when it became
a secluded form, wrapped
in the academic world,
shaped by form and vague
images and intricate patterns.
but there have always been
those who walked a different
path, who dared!
for poetry to again reach
the hearts of the masses, we
have to speak their language!
we have to use images and
experiences that the common
man and woman both understand,
and have felt. we have to be real!
poetry is not a large volume
that sits on a shelf unopened...
poetry is the heartbeat of the people.
it has to taste like people, feel
like people, and stink like people!
at this late and urgent time,
it has nothing to do with praise,
with awards, or with fame...
it has to do with reaching out
into the sweat and the excrement,
the longing and the hurting, the
anger and the lostness... reaching
out and touching... i dont care if
anyone remembers my name 20 years
from now... what i care about is
whether what i write brings redemption
and healing to the human spirit!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Fool In Love

People say i'm a lion at heart
But they don't know what i am
People say that i stand apart
But they just don't understand
* everynight when the darkness calls
I'll be there at your beck and call
** i'm a fool for you baby
I'm a fool right now
People say i'm a man of means
But my plans are full of holes
People say i'm a holy child
But i'm rich down to my soul
All i need is you close beside me all i need is to satisfy
**repeat
I'm a fool for you baby
I'm a fool in love
Every mornin' when the sun comes up
And all your dreams, they slip away
I see your face and i understand
You're the only one, only one to make my day, yeah
Everybody say you ain't no good
But i won't believe it's true
They all say i ought to find someone,
But my heart belongs to you
* repeat
** repeat
** repeat

song performed by by Ufo
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A Fool In Love

People say I'm a lion at heart
But they don't know what I am
People say that I stand apart
But they just don't understand
* Everynight when the darkness calls
I'll be there at your beck and call
** I'm a fool for you baby
I'm a fool right now
People say I'm a man of means
But my plans are full of holes
People say I'm a holy child
But I'm rich down to my soul
All I need is you close beside me All I need is to satisfy
**Repeat
I'm a fool for you baby
I'm a fool in love
Every mornin' when the sun comes up
And all your dreams, they slip away
I see your face and I understand
You're the only one, only one to make my day, yeah
Everybody say you ain't no good
But I won't believe it's true
They all say I ought to find someone,
but my heart belongs to you
* Repeat
** Repeat
** Repeat

song performed by by Ufo
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Good Poets and Bad Poets

Some poets get awards and think they are good poets.

Some poets never get awards and think they are bad poets.

Some poets think they are good poets only in their own mind

Some poets think they are bad poets in somebody's else mind.

Some poets think they are good poets in somebody else mind.

Some poets think others think they are good poets but they don't in their hearts.

Some poets think they are good poets in their hearts but not in anyone else's mind.

All are insecure, except those who get security from the opinions of others and that, alas, doesn't last and isn't real.

Some poets have left the entire scene and live only in their mind.

Some poets take criticism and don't mind.

Some poets avoid criticism and do mind.

Some poets write poetry to get love.

Some poets love to write poetry.

Some poets are ahead of their time, in their mind

Some poets spend a lifetime feeling like failures in their mind

Some poets live only after they die.

Some poets have much to say but can't articulate

Some poets retreat, believing others don't understand

So which one of these am I?

I guess I am all of these and none of these

and no matter what my description

I intend to keep doing what I do:

Write. Right

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Poetry

Poetry.......
Poetry defines me

Poetry.......
A place where you be you and I'll be me.

Poetry.......
We are best friends for eternity.

My Poetry.......
Is the daughter of my emotion,
There I've said it, no need to interpret the connection.

Poetry.......
Where my pen and paper are sealed with a kiss,
So easy to write for my mind is a bliss.

Poetry.......
Poetry has multiple meanings,
An indescribable feeling when I realize others understand them.

My Poetry.......
It just comes natural to me.

My Poetry.......
Is out there, , , , , away from exile,
And style of writing is very versatile.

Poetry.......Poetry.......
P oetry.......
It speaks out to me.

poem by Anita Khelawan
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Poetry Is Simple

Poetry is simple gift from almighty
Be at heart kind with pity
Feel pulse of agony and pain
And also that of breeze and rain

Cuckoo may sing as usual
You may write as casual
Day may emerge and set
So poems are part of the life never to be late

Poetry doesn't come off with pen
It may write but lack depth then
It will look artificial sans charm
May look descent but without effective arms

It may have metaphors
Nice words with river and shores
Ship or boat may float over water
But situation may remain same and not alter

Poetry is poet's cry
That has come from sky
Even if sky is barren
It will shower with heavy rain

It is all in mind but needs impetus
Right thoughts with belief and trust
It may generate love and compassion
So hatred is pushed out and remains out of question

Poetry is culmination of pure thought
As if divinely flowing and honestly sought
Which turns heart into loving arena?
Where flows only flora an fauna

It has meaning behind
That an ordinary man must find
Understand when it is sung in public
Observes in mind like holy relic

There is no craze for artificial presentation
It is out of context and finds no relation
If you make people to cry over words
Then think about spirit behind and look forward

I have seen people crying
Over effective words and underlying
The importance of being so fair
In its usage and lovely fragrance in the air

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Give Me One Reason

Give me one reason to live without him
Give me one reason to walk away
I know you don't understand the reason
How can I show
That he is the reason i have to let you go
I've tried so hard to change your mind
I always thought you'd understand the reason why
Why i don't want to do the thing I used to do
Now that my heart and soul belong to God and God alone
Still every nights a fight to make it through
I cant deny I'm still in love with you
But how can you expect me to
Walk with him and give myself to you
Boy,I still long for your embrace
But what i've found in God it can never be replaced
Still i pray for the chance
As you slip through my hands you'll come around
But your hearts so far away from the words I'm tryin to say
Wish I could hod you both and still be true
Theres only one thing left for me to do
Baby, I Love You
But I can't stay with you unless you love him too
I'v found the path that i've gotta take no turning back to the old ways
i've gotta chance to take
Sacrifice to make
Whatever it takes I woan't turn away

song performed by by ZoeGirl
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My Believe

I believe
That we should care for everyone as we live in a society.
I believe
That true friendship continues to grow
Same goes for true love.
I believe
That you should always leave everyone with loving words.
I believe

That it will take a long time to become the person I want to be.
Because I believe nothing is impossible.

I believe
That there is no word like Luck
It totally depends on your work.

I believe
That change only occurs
When u analyze your small small mistakes
I believe
Miracle only happens
When you understand your own fault before others.

I believe
That anyone can keep going long alone
I believe
That we are responsible for what we do or did

I believe
That heroes are the people who do work with regardless of the consequences.

I believe
That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down

Still there will be the ones to help you get back up
That is loving God.

I believe
That maturity comes from different types of experiences you've had and what you've
learned from from your every mistakes

I believe
That it is easy to be forgiven by others.
Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.

I believe
That our background and circumstances may have influenced
who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.

I believe
That great people look at the exact same thing what other see
but see it something totally different.

I believe
That when a needy person cries out to you
you will find the strength to help them

How much you can.
I believe
winner never quit or quitter never win

I believe
That cruel & rude way on your way
Do not make you a decent human being

I believe
That we should not change our life
Life will change for us by our works

I believe
Life is a poem, so write your own story
Life is a song, so sing your own song
Life is a game, so play with different tricks
Life is a full of fun, so lets enjoy it.

poem by Sweta Leena Panda
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Didn't Expect It

I never thought you will move back to California forever because of me I make you leave here
I’m feel so horrible and I
Didn’t expect it
Once I found out it hurts so much
It opens my eyes
Now you are gone
I didn’t make right choices and
Break you into million pieces
Things will never be same
I’m so sorry
I feel like I know you forever
We were so close in school in 10th grade
How I can get over you
You were different and what I’m looking for
I can be me around you and have fun with you, but
Things change in 11th grade
I can’t smile, laugh, and have fun like I use to around you
I regret for not dating you
You know how I feel about you
I never give us a chance
What have I done?
I didn’t see how you were good for me
Letting you down, I feel so bad
Most of poems I write are about you
That’s all I think to write about is you
I’m out of words to write because of you
On the hand
You told me that you never want to go out with me
It don’t seems like you mean it, I bet you did
You wish we were dating by the way I’m with other guys and
Not with you flirting, smiling and having good time
Memories of us have fun, laugh, hurt by each other,
Joy and time we had spent in class in 10th grade
I never going forget it after all and
It impossible to do that
I miss you too much I know I have to let you go, but
It hurts too much and to be with other guys
It’s not same like when I with you and
I can’t love them like I did with you
All I think about is you
There something I need to figure out
Why I can’t let you go yet?
What I like about you that was special?
I don't know yet
I'm so clueless
I bet you had move on and dating someone else
It’s not my business
I need to move on too
You gone forever and
You thought you knew me but you don't, I do
I’m not going let you hold me back
I make you wait too long
I thought second chance
I will I get you but I didn’t
I lie and you hate people lying to you
You did too and you put people in your games
I did or say things make you change your feelings about me
I was so confused and hopeless
It all happen so fast and so much going on
I feel so bad
My life getting worster in school
I can’t blame you and I
Didn’t expect it
When you hurt me back and get revenge
You are one to blame on and me too
This end in tragedy and so many damages happen
This is life
We are one to be blame
We like to get attention that’s
What all our friends say I bet
We turn out to be jerk especially you
I will never spread rumors about you like the way you did to me
I feel so hurt and sad that you did that
This side I never saw before
You do anything to hurt me back so badly
My heart is shatter
I thought you were different
Everything reminds me of you
My friends were right about you
I need to take their advices
They getting tired of this and mad
They hate when I changes
They want me stop living like this
You never care about me
Wow, I’m shock right now
I feel so dumb for loving you this long and so much
I’m just speechless right now and I need to live my life
Having fun every day and night
Life is short like I say
Didn’t expect it
To know it now is better
I can move on for good
I’m stupid to wait around longer
Their never going be us or chances going happen
Is all over now and
You live in west of United Stated
I need to trust people and stop lying
Didn’t expect it

poem by Christina Phan
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The Truth can Hurt

The truth can hurt

Some writers write infrequently
and others write prolifically.
What matters is the quality
much more so than the quantity.

Good writers by their words display
their thoughts in a coherent way
Describing things they have observed
and garner praise that’s well deserved.

But some think anything will do
and they pay no attention to
the rules successful writers use
they will not learn: point blank refuse

to accept well meant critique.
They much prefer dishonest praise
from so called friends afraid
to speak the simple truth lest they dismay

their friend by speaking honestly.
So naturally they take offence
when other people criticise
that which seems perfect in their eyes.

True writers take this in their stride
they know their work is not perfect.
But what they know is they have tried
and that is all you can expect.

New writers lack experience
but everyone must start some where.
The wise ones do not take offence
when other people show they care

enough to offer some advice.
Because they can remember when
they too were just a new novice
to painting pictures with their pen.
27 feb 08

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I Love to Be Simple

I love to be simple
Think, write and live simple
No intricate thoughts
No jugglery of words
No high ambitions
Contentment is my goal
I express my thoughts
In simple words
To make
Everybody understand
What I want to say
My heart and their minds
Should meet at a point
That’s what I think
What I write
Is Honest and forthright
Bridging myself
With my readers
Is what I like

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Not Regular Visitor

I am not regular visitor
To shrines, churches or mosques
Yet I believe firmly in creator
But I find long wait and queues

I am blessed with his kind eye
That sees whole universe with smile
I find no tense moments when stat to write
As the wind carries in sky my little kite

We are held firmly by his wishes
How many may be daily waiting to perish?
Some may be parting with so much pleasure!
And some may be unfulfilled with discomfort and unsure

I did the work with difference
Projected all views through sentences
Might have gone here and there without precision
Yet that was perfect moment with clear decision

I knew no meaning of good poetry
I thought it may fine putting of words like good oratory
It proved little difficult when put into practice
It seemed all the more difficult to fulfill promises

It remained very in tense at heart
Some one rightly said” it is prayer with art”
Not all can sing a praises in his songs
As we are selfish and prove all the time wrong

My heart aches when hear some bitter words
I don’t take it to heart and believe in lord
I close eyes and pray for next good moment
Never bear a grudge in mind or lament

This makes me less vulnerable
I am more confident and capable
Poetic words flow from innocent heart
I think life can make with it a good start

What else can I do to project it properly?
But I have found the way to feel it happily
I think it is pure grace that poems flow directly
Those words create some harmony in mind divinely

Sure those words may be cutting across
People may be finding it boring or clear loss
I take it simple way of reaching to kind people
If little can be done to relieve their problems and troubles

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life in Motion