It was my duty, to help somebody
Looted by robbers
Badly injured
He was crying in pain
His money gone
He was driving on a remote road
He had trusted two lift seekers
Responded to their request
Of dropping them
To the next station
Never in his life
He shall help and trust anybody
How much in distress one may be
It’s my vow he said to himself
A hand on his shoulder
Brought him out of his thoughts
There was a person
Standing near by
He took him to the hospital
Got him treated, gave food to eat
Took his full care
Kept him in his house
Till he became alright
Gave money to him
Dropped him at the station
While departing
Tears flowing from his eyes
Thank you he said
To the god like person
It was my duty, to help somebody
In distress, came the reply
He now vowed, he shall also help
People in distress
Without bothering
In return
What he shall get?
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Child's innocence
Standing outside in the rain
the child of God
full of innocence and pain
Wondering and waiting
for the day to end
Tummy rumbling
feeling sad and dirty
needing the satisfaction of food
and the warmth of any person
willing enough to care
Begging for money
praying for food
all the people passing
without a further look
at the small child with tears in her eyes
Where is the love
and where is the care
to all the innocent children
walking around the streets
without anyone to love and care for them.
poem by Sharon Beukes
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Zoo Station
Im ready
Ready for the laughing gas
Im ready
Ready for whats next
Ready to duck
Ready to dive
Ready to say
Im glad to be alive
Im ready
Im ready for the push
In the cool of the night
The wartmth of the breeze
Ill be crawling around
On my hands and knees
Shes just down the line ... zoo station
Got to make it on time ... zoo station
Im ready
Im ready for the gridlock
Im ready
To take it to the street
Ready for the shuffle
Ready for the deal
Ready to let go
Of the steering wheel
Im ready
Ready for the crush
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Its alright...its alright...its alright...its alright
Hey baby...hey baby...hey baby...hey baby
Its alright
Its alright
Time is a train
Makes the future the past
Leaves you standing in the station
Your face pressed up against the glass
Im just down the line from your love...zoo station
Under the sign of your love...zoo station
Im gonna be there...zoo station
Tracing the line...zoo station
Im gonna make it on time...make it on time...zoo station
Just two stops down the line...zoo station
Just a stops down the line...zoo station
song performed by by U2
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With an open trade in corn and a fixed duty we should have every man in the country fully fed and happy, instead of our present situation in which so much distress exists - distress of our own producing.
quote by Joseph Hume
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Honorable X...
it was only less than a year
his grandchild was charred by fire
that razed their house and car
they are still in mourning
the wife died two years ago
of an unknown infection
the doctor declares that there
was something incurable
his son had to stop the lawyering
on a broken tendon from a high fall
but he seems not to be shaken
a man needs to be shaken
like a tree that must shed its leaves
to grown new ones
last night he slept while driving
his Honda Civic
running over five pedestrians
scurrying for fish
one died on the spot
the rest of the four were badly injured
and had to be rushed to the hospital
his eyes are sharp
he is 78, retired and still teaches
Special Proceedings
he is thinner now
and still skips lunch
to stay fit he says
everything can be paid
there is always a price for every man
no one sticks to a certain integrity
unreasonably vis-a-vis
one man's need for money
in order to survive
the high cost of living
and dying
it boils down to money he continues
pouring his legal wisdom based on his
50 years or so of legal practice
money does not only talk
it covers crimes and washes away man's
sins in society
he says some more but my mind like a black bird
flies away from a steel cage
wanting the freedom of the mountains
the wider expanse of the horizons
and oceans
i like to leave but he grips my hand as though trying to say
he hates being alone now
in his distress
(the one that he cannot accept and
does not want to talk about it)
there is always a hypocrisy for past greatness
building its empires in the bones of those who are guilty
of reckless imprudence
of those who think that money is the living god
that man is nothing but a creature
of debits and credits
i bid him goodbye
and wish him luck and as usual the cliche of having to tell him
'God bless you'
again serves as
another empty rhetoric. Man says sometimes what he does not
really mean
and that makes no difference with man's
concubines too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Why God Gave Her So Many Miseries?
With no money in the
Pocket
I was lying on the road
Writhing in pain
When passing by me
She saw me
Stopped by my side
Gave me water to drink
Took me the hospital
Got me treated
Paid for the treatment
As soon as I recovered
To my astonishment
She vanished in thin air
I asked the hospital staff
If anybody knew her
I got an answer
That left me speechless
She was a lonely widow
Living on meager income
She was suffering from
Cancer
Her days were numbered
Her gesture left me startled
To me she was a god sent
Angel
She forget her misery
To help me
I failed to understand
Why god gave her
So many miseries
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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The scene of a bomb blast
The scene of a bomb blast
Bodies and body parts strewn all over the place
Hand bags, slippers and other belongings of people too
People are shouting and groaning with pain
The road is flooded by the blood of people injured and died
The survivors trying to help the badly injured
The rescuers helping the injured to go to hospital
What a tragedy
The siren of ambulances says that there was a mishap somewhere
In buses, in trains, on the road
Everywhere explosives find
No place seems safe for people to travel
Some people getting maimed for life
Husbands, wives, children losing their loved ones
Oh! I never dreamt to see this type of scene
In my beloved motherland
It’s bleeding unto death
Who and who are to blame
Only God knows
My prayer everyday is
God makes someone find
Whenever a bomb is planted
And also I pray people will be kind hearted
Not hurt others’ feeling
A person will know another’s life is very precious
Not to get undue advantage
People will stop all kinds of wastage
People will act true to their hearts
People should understand their wrong doings
Learn to say the word ‘sorry'
And to have all ways on mind
That one day you will die!
Praneetha Perera
Moratuwa - Sri Lanka
poem by Praneetha Perera
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Money vs human
Humans and money,
Is now related to each other,
As money is in their minds,
Anything could be done
To have them in their life.
Money,
is just a money,
something that is not worthy
than their love,
but why money can obsessed people
till family is not in their lines.....
And now as it is the time of money
even lover is not a trusted people
as money is in their head.....
anything could be done....
poem by Daniella Diaz
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Drones
You waste away
A spinning cage
Rats blinded by the sun
You spend your days
Stuck in that race
And life has just begun
In paradise there's ill neglect
And lives are lost in full distress
The wage of sin is money spent
Your life undone, full of regret
Lost in the maze
Falling away
And now your life
Amounts to nothing
The fortune has a price
'Cause in the end
all humans die
A dead drone in the hive
In paradise there is ill neglect
And lives are lost in full distress
The weight of sin is memory spent
Your life undone full of regret
Lost in the maze
Falling away
Falling away again ...
song performed by by Fear Factory
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The Scar
Oh Lord, it’s very hard
To always be soft & kind
Especially to somebody
Who hurt me so badly.
I thought for some time
I am healed and the pain is gone
But now the heartache that he once gave
Is somehow felt inside my heart
Though I want to follow You
And I know the golden rule
To love my enemy is not easy
To forget all those miseries
He brought me through the years.
Oh Lord, now You see me
Crying in distress, under pain
Because the scar freshens again
What should I do, help me then
To live like this, never again.
Is this my mistake?
Because after I mend myself
I approached him and didn’t mind
What had happened I set aside
Forgive and forget that’s what I abide.
Now seems he's taking advantage of me
He is asking for favors once again
My first instinct is to nod my head
This is me and I cannot hesitate
I gave him my support that he needed.
But now Lord why am I in discomfort
This strange feeling I can’t control
Lord, enlighten my mind and my soul
Make me an instrument of peace to hold on
Guide me to combat this battling foe
Help me sleep tonight with a heart out of blue
I don’t want to be in concern
Of what tomorrow may bring again.
poem by Rose de Ramar
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Compassionate Thoughts
Compassionate thoughts and feelings of emptiness
Are almost always expressed in sadness, grief, or distress.
But in conflict of life and death there is a pause
For life is a common interest, for death there is no cause.
In a split second in time life and death must cross
And the feelings of sadness, grief, and distress are lost.
An important relation is death for life and life for death
Since both cannot occupy the same space, one is left.
Then brings sadness, grief, and distress for the life that had to end
And compassionate thoughts and feelings of emptiness happen for the next life to begin.
poem by Jason Summers
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Little Bombadier
War made him a soldier
Little Frankie Mear
Peace left him a loser
The little bombardier
Lines of worry appeared with age
Unskilled hands that knew no trade
Spent his time in the picture house
The little bombardier
Frankie drank his money
The little that he made
Told his woes to no man
Friendless, lonely days
Then one day, in the ABC
Four bright eyes gazed longinly
At the ice-cream in the hand of
The little bombardier
Sunshine entered our Frankie's days
Gone his worries, his hopeless maze
His life was fun and his life was full of joy
Two young children had changed his aims
He gave them toffees and played their games
He brought them presents with every coins he made
Then two gentlemen called him
Asked him for his name
Why was he friends with the children
Were they just a game?
Leave them alone or we'll get sore
We've had blokes like you in the station before
The hand of authority said "no more" to
The little bombardier
Packed his bags, his heart in pain
Wiped a tear, caught a train
Not to be seen in the town again
song performed by by David Bowie
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Weary body
She gave him her dreams,
he made them nightmares.
She gave him her love, he
turned it to hatred, she gave
him her warm kisses, he
turned them into regrets.
She gave him her enthusiasm;
he turned it into distress.
She gave him her sweet hymns;
he turned them into howling wolves.
She gave him the flavor of her
craves, he turned it into bitterness,
She gave him the nectars of her
fruits, he made them go bad.
She gave him her time, he took
it for granted. All she gave, became
in vain; a weary body and broken
lies, are the only truth she has to
confront. Her heart was still alive
she gave it to him, he took it in
warm blood, and let it bleed to death.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Im Weeping
When I was 10 years old, my parents were poor
Our house was so cold
And I was still in school and learning
And then I never really got too far
And evryone we knew had money
And driving a car, and driving a car
Now Im twenty-one
The street where I lived is blown up and gone
And Ive had a good day crying
And the world around has changed alot
I never really gave much more
Much more then I got, much more then I got
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Want of money and the distress of a thief can never be alleged as the cause of his thieving, for many honest people endure greater hardships with fortitude. We must therefore seek the cause elsewhere than in want of money, for that is the miser's passion, not the thief s.
quote by William Blake
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Verses On A Cat
I.
A cat in distress,
Nothing more, nor less;
Good folks, I must faithfully tell ye,
As I am a sinner,
It waits for some dinner
To stuff out its own little belly.
II.
You would not easily guess
All the modes of distress
Which torture the tenants of earth;
And the various evils,
Which like so many devils,
Attend the poor souls from their birth.
III.
Some a living require,
And others desire
An old fellow out of the way;
And which is the best
I leave to be guessed,
For I cannot pretend to say.
IV.
One wants society,
Another variety,
Others a tranquil life;
Some want food,
Others, as good,
Only want a wife.
V.
But this poor little cat
Only wanted a rat,
To stuff out its own little maw;
And it were as good
SOME people had such food,
To make them HOLD THEIR JAW!
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Little Bombardier
War made him a soldier
Little frankie mear
Peace left him a loser
The little bombardier
Lines of worry appeared with age
Unskilled hands that knew no trade
Spent his time in the picture house
The little bombardier
Frankie drank his money
The little that he made
Told his woes to no man
Friendless, lonely days
Then one day, in the abc
Four bright eyes gazed longingly
At the ice-cream in the hand of
The little bombardier
Sunshine entered our frankies days
Gone his worries, his hopeless maze
His life was fun and his heart was full of joy
Two young children had changed his aims
He gave them toffees and played their games
He brought them presents with every coin he made
Then two gentlemen called on him
Asked him for his name
Why was he friends with the children
Were they just a game?
Leave them alone or well get sore
Weve had blokes like you in the station before
The hand of authority said no more
To the little bombardier
Packed his bags, his heart in pain
Wiped a tear and caught a train
Not to be seen in the town again
The little bombardier
song performed by by David Bowie
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You Were
You were the person I think of,
When I wanted to give up.
You were the person I think of,
When my life was getting rough.
Though you were always there,
When I needed somebody to care.
Never giving up,
When days were tough.
You always spoke from the heart,
Just to say how you felt.
Made me realize I could do more,
To change my ways in living.
You gave me the stenght to be,
The person I am,
Not a day go by that I wondered,
If you be there for me,
I always knew in my heart,
That you be there,
To help me through with life,
I'm so thankful to have you in my life,
I still don't know what I would of done,
Without your love and support,
You showed me that it okay to be me,
At times when I didn't care,
You always gave me reasons to,
Nothing have been the same ever since,
Mainly because I'm a new girl,
I know my mom would be proud,
Of what i've became,
But most of all she would be thankful,
Of what you have done,
To help her little girl through,
All of the hurt and pain,
That came along with giving her up.
poem by Mona Martinez
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The Same As I
i get so tired
of writing poems
about suffering....
but everywhere i look,
all around me,
people are hurting....
and try as i might,
i cant close my eyes,
cant shut my ears up
to the sounds of need and want.
and i cannot be silent
as long as there's one person
who is not free,
one person whose rights
have been violated....
one person who is hungry,
one person who is homeless,
one person sick who cannot
get medical care....
one person abused, enslaved,
or treated like property...
i cannot, and i will not stop,
for they are the same
as i... i see their faces
every time i look in the mirror!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Trust is found
Trust in man was lost today
Trust in man that is never quite regained
Trust was lost when you started to betray
Trust was lost when you didn't care enough to say
Trust was lost when you used me as your social play
Trust was lost when you hurt me in front of family and those that used me as prey
Trust was lost when you denied me of my greatest day
Trust was lost when you ignored my loves and hates
Trust was lost when you borrowed and never repaid
Trust was lost when I gave and you treated me as a slave
Trust was lost when I cared and all you wanted was pay
Trust was lost when I loved and you treated me as the fool
Trust was lost when I had a great passion and you treated it as a ration
Trust was lost when I looked in your eyes and saw the truth, but you continued to lie
Trust was lost when I asked you to help and you never even tried
Trust was found and everything turned around
When I lowered my head and looked up to the Masters stead
Trust was found and with it came the sound of the beginning to an eternal round
For on that day trust was found
Trust becomes sound, only when man looks around and realizes that
The only trust to be found is in him-self and the one that gave us ground
TRUST WAS FOUND!
poem by Jeff Rushton
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God Gave Rock 'n' Roll To You
God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you
Put it in the soul of everyone
Do you know what you want? You don't know for sure
You don't feel right, you can't find a cure
And you're gettin' less than what you're lookin' for
You don't have money or a fancy car
And you're tired of wishin' on a falling star
You gotta put your faith in a loud guitar
Chorus:
God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you
Gave rock and roll to everyone (oh yeah)
God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you
Put it in the soul of everyone
"Now listen"
If you wanna be a singer, or play guitar
Man, you gotta sweat or you won't get far
Cause it's never too late to work nine-to-five
You can take a stand, or you can compromise
You can work real hard or just fantasize
But you don't start livin' till you realize - "I gotta tell ya!"
God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you
Gave rock and roll to everyone
God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you
Put it in the soul
(Instrumental break)
God gave rock and roll to you (to everyone he gave the song to be sung)
Gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to everyone
God gave rock and roll to you (to everyone he gave the song to be sung)
Gave rock and roll to you, saved rock and roll for everyone
Saved rock and roll
chorus repeats out...
"I know life sometimes can get tough! And I know life sometimes can be a
drag!
But people, we have been given a gift, we have been given a road
And that road's name is... Rock and Roll
song performed by by Kiss
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