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No Love At All

Your wapons of violence is like the turbulence of water,
But curse is your anger when you have no love at all.
Yo are like a lion's cub and,
To hamstrung an ox is your way of life;
But give tribute to whom tribute belongs to.
You crouch and do lie down but,
Who dares to rouse you? !
But like the Salt Sea,
You need love than war!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Tribute to a Brother

To tribute to your kindness
In words is not enough
To tell of your caring
For me and others is wasting time
To a dear brother of mine
To bridge a gap so wide
As to let me into your heart
When I don’t even know mine

This tribute to you
My brother
My friend
My family
In love you conquer hate
And within these ugly times
You conquer them with beauty
This tribute to my brother ends
But always will remain true

poem by Kathryn Thomas
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The Triple Fool

I am two fools, I know,
For loving, and for saying so
In whining poetry;
But where's that wise man, that would not be I,
If she would not deny?
Then as th' earth's inward narrow crooked lanes
Do purge sea water's fretful salt away,
I thought, if I could draw my pains
Through rhyme's vexation, I should them allay.
Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce,
For he tames it, that fetters it in verse.

But when I have done so,
Some man, his art and voice to show,
Doth set and sing my pain;
And, by delighting many, frees again
Grief, which verse did restrain.
To love and grief tribute of verse belongs,
But not of such as pleases when 'tis read.
Both are increasèd by such songs,
For both their triumphs so are published,
And I, which was two fools, do so grow three.
Who are a little wise, the best fools be.

poem by John Donne
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Give Into Hate

Violence surrounds me
Violence in society
Violence in our eyes
Violence in their cries
Violence it's our fate?
Violence, it's too late?
Violence, no escape?
Violence, give into hate?
Is it human nature to act like animals?
We're all guilty, we're all criminals
Selfish species headed for a self destruction
Violent product of moral corruption
Violence for love
Violence because of hate
Violence, revolution
Violence of the state
Violence, you will find
Violence, it grips your mind
Violence, it's too late?
Violence, give into hate

song performed by by Unseen
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Honeycomb

Tribute to men and women,
For the thing of beauty lies in the muse of love;
Tribute to girls and boys!
And like the spinster and the bachelor;
However, to trail a tail that has a tale in Africa is like,
The main sotries of Africa! !
One more time, one more muse;
And in the forest we do eat our food at times,
But, you are the honeycomb that i cannot easily forget.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Birth Of A Tear

a single tear birth born in pain is a monument in meaning
shattered lifetimes of love may be salt tribute paid passing
a single tear fresh sprung in wake wonder new life birthing
a lifespan testament web in reason love pain purpose meaning

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Who Can See It

Ive been held up,
Ive been run down
I can see quite clearly now
Through those past years,
When I played towing the line.
I only ask, that what I feel,
Should not be denied me now,
As its been earned, and
I have seen my life belongs to me
My love belongs to who can see it
Ive lived in fear,
Ive been out there,
Ive been round and
Seen my share
Of this sad world
And all the hate,
That its stirred
I only ask,
That what I know,
Should not be denied me now
As its been learned,
And I have seen my life belongs to me
My love belongs to who can see it
I only ask, that what I feel,
Should not be denied me now
As its been earned, and
I have seen my life belongs to me
My love belongs to who can see it.
My love belongs to who . . .

song performed by by George Harrison
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B: XVII: Windsock

The old, the sad, the learned,
The saint and the romantic
All attribute to their muse
The power of gratification,
The only difference being
The type of tribute
each pays
On seeing how good she is
At her usual occupation;
The tribute of honour, laughter,
Acceptance, resignation,
Or more fantastic assignation.

poem by Douglas Scotney
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We can't answer King's assassination with violence. That would be the worst tribute we could pay him.

quote by Sammy Davis, Jr.
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Thieves Like Us

Ive watched your face for a long time
Its always the same
Ive studied the cracks and the wrinkles
You were always so vain
Well, now you live your life like a shadow
In the pouring rain
Oh, its called love
Yes, its called love
Oh, its called love
And it belongs to us
Oh, it dies so quickly
It grows so slowly
But when it dies, it dies for good
Its called love
And it belongs to everyone but us
Ive lived my life in the valleys
Ive lived my life on the hills
Ive lived my life on alcohol
Ive lived my life on pills
But its called love
And it belongs to us
Its called love
And its the only thing thats worth living for
Its called love
And it belongs to us
Its called love
Yes its called love
Oh, love is found in the east and west
But when love is at home, its the best
Love is the cure for every evil
Love is the air that supports the eagle
Its called love
And its so un-cool
Its called love
And somehow its become unmentionable
Its called love
And it belongs to every one of us
Its called love
And it cuts your life like a broken knife

song performed by by New Order
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Today Is The Day And The Time Is Now

Today it is the day and the time is now to go to sleep
Today it is the day and the time is now to eat a healthy breakfast
Today it is the day and the time to enjoy a little peace at home
Today it is the day and the time to grow spiritualy
Today it is the day and the time to welcome all creeds to the church
Today it is the day and time to compose a love song for friends, couples, Lovers, mothers, and daughters and sons
Today it is the day and the time to pay tribute to those who served in The army
Today it is the day and the time to pay tribute to the fellow police men Of our country that makes our community safe and keeps the criminals In jail

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Funeral Eulogy

A day to say I am sorry
A day to say I love you
A day filled with unending feelings
A day filled with chocked emotions
Yielding myself to showers of tears

The shortness of life yields to death
Not allowing us to gauge every friendship
Not allowing us to give thanks for the memories
Giving us to retain
The Mythical
The magical
Thought of all this
But can I feel solemnity
A voice screams
Tribute Tribute
Inside of me
The screaming battles
With the burning devils from hell
Cannot be heard

Pacify me and cool my thoughts
With your comfort

The place where you will go
Absence of conflict and strife

The sun will shine again
Leaving behind the black and white
Vivid colors of an intangible arch
Stemming from the last down pour of tears
A distant rainbow belonging to you
Begging me to run through
Fickle threads catching
Raining colors of your love

From your absence
Voids, hollowness, and distressed wounds
Are being stitched shut
Smoothing healing balm
Covers like a blanket
Keeping you alive within me forever.

poem by Howard Johnson
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You Took My Hand

You took my hand and spoke in verse
and then too soon came the curse.
Your labored breathing became our foe
and all too soon you had to go.
And I was left without your hand
and our enemy walked upon the land.
Said to me, 'you must be brave.'
And all your letters I did save.
When they were written by your love
money was not what we were of.

But later after the ignorant ones
gave up being simpletons
your verse was praised by all that read
every lyrical word you said.
And so in death your claim to fame
was seen by me for I saw your name
wherever I roamed, wherever I went
and no one but I knew what they meant.
For your words were a tribute to passion and love
for that's what we two were always made of.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Turbulence is life force. It is opportunity. Let's love turbulence and use it for change.

quote by Ramsay Clark
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A Single Tribute

And there is just
A single floral tribute
On that lamppost now
On this, the latest
Anniversary of loss,
Where there were many
Those few years ago
When kith and kin
And sundry strangers
Felt unbounded cost
As life’s young dream
Was roughly wrenched
Out from their grasp
When cruel knife
Performed its task.
Now, there is only one
Memorial to your life
From whom, I do not know.
Is it a sister, lover, wife
Or grieving mother
Missing her lost son?
And though for others
Time’s healing work has done
Its level best,
One still is left
To bring you flowers;
One still remains
In whose torn heart
You still shall live
So she can share your pain.
And, though the years go past
And struggling memory fades,
Your face will smile within
Until she lays,
As you do, in her grave.
A single tribute
On the lamppost, still
Is needed just to give
The world the indication
You existed
And you lived.

poem by C. Richard Miles
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When You Took My Hand

You took my hand and spoke in verse
And then too soon came the curse.
Your beloved breath became our foe
And all too soon you had to go.
And I was left without your hand
And our enemy walked upon the land.
Said to me, "You must be brave."
And all your letters I did save.
When they were written by your love
money was not what they were of.
But later after the ignorant ones
gave up being simpletons
your verse was praised by all who read
every lyrical word you said.
And so in death your claim to fame
was seen by me for I saw your name
wherever I roamed, wherever I went.
And no one but me knew what they meant.
Your words were a tribute to passion and love
For that's what we two were always made of.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Light Of The Moon (Belongs To Me)

Written by Steve Byrd, Ricki & Kim Wilde
(Light of the moon...)
You can't touch it
It won't let you near
You can't hold it
Cos it will disappear
You can't keep it
It don't belong to you
And when you need it
There's nothing you can do
Love has the final word
You're a fool if you can't see
But I know that the light of the moon
Belongs to me
Not the warmth of the sun
Caress of the breeze
Not the sound of the wind
As it blows through the trees
But the light of the moon
Belongs to me
Not the warmth of your smile
Caress of your hand
Not the love that you give me
Again and again
But the light of the moon
Belongs to me
So many people forget it
Set love free
Love is a river
Love is a raging sea
Don't try to tame it
Or you will watch it die
Don't try to chain it
You've got to let it fly
Love has the final word
You're a fool if you can't see
But I know that the light of the moon
Belongs to me
Not the warmth of the sun
Caress of the breeze
Not the sound of the wind
As it blows through the trees
But the light of the moon
Belongs to me
Not the warmth of your smile
Caress of your hand
Not the love that you give me
Again and again
But the light of the moon
Belongs to me
Ooh you say I live in a dream
That I live in a make-beleive
But I know that the light of the moon
Belongs to me
Not the warmth of the sun
Caress of your hand
Not the love that you give me
Again and again
But the light of the moon
Belongs to me

song performed by by Kim Wilde
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The Light Of The Moon

Written by steve byrd, ricki & kim wilde
(light of the moon...)
You can't touch it
It won't let you near
You can't hold it
Cos it will disappear
You can't keep it
It don't belong to you
And when you need it
There's nothing you can do
Love has the final word
You're a fool if you can't see
But i know that the light of the moon
Belongs to me
Not the warmth of the sun
Caress of the breeze
Not the sound of the wind
As it blows through the trees
But the light of the moon
Belongs to me
Not the warmth of your smile
Caress of your hand
Not the love that you give me
Again and again
But the light of the moon
Belongs to me
So many people forget it
Set love free
Love is a river
Love is a raging sea
Don't try to tame it
Or you will watch it die
Don't try to chain it
You've got to let it fly
Love has the final word
You're a fool if you can't see
But i know that the light of the moon
Belongs to me
Not the warmth of the sun
Caress of the breeze
Not the sound of the wind
As it blows through the trees
But the light of the moon
Belongs to me
Not the warmth of your smile
Caress of your hand
Not the love that you give me
Again and again
But the light of the moon
Belongs to me
Ooh you say i live in a dream
That i live in a make-beleive
But i know that the light of the moon
Belongs to me
Not the warmth of the sun
Caress of your hand
Not the love that you give me
Again and again
But the light of the moon
Belongs to me

song performed by by Kim Wilde
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The Mutes

Those groans men use
passing a woman on the street
or on the steps of the subway

to tell her she is a female
and their flesh knows it,

are they a sort of tune,
an ugly enough song, sung
by a bird with a slit tongue

but meant for music?

Or are they the muffled roaring
of deafmutes trapped in a building that is
slowly filling with smoke?

Perhaps both.

Such men most often
look as if groan were all they could do,
yet a woman, in spite of herself,

knows it's a tribute:
if she were lacking all grace
they'd pass her in silence:

so it's not only to say she's
a warm hole. It's a word

in grief-language, nothing to do with
primitive, not an ur-language;
language stricken, sickened, cast down

in decrepitude. She wants to
throw the tribute away, dis-
gusted, and can't,

it goes on buzzing in her ear,
it changes the pace of her walk,
the torn posters in echoing corridors

spell it out, it
quakes and gnashes as the train comes in.
Her pulse sullenly

had picked up speed,
but the cars slow down and
jar to a stop while her understanding

keeps on translating:
'Life after life after life goes by

without poetry,
without seemliness,
without love.'

poem by Denise Levertov
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Bodies Aflame

Willows bowed in assent
paying deep tribute
disturbed by vagrant breezes
which stirred their leaves.
Esteemed elders muttered
in protest at this invasion,
which appallingly profaned
solemn act of their respect.

Unaware these very breezes
had searched journeyed far
among innumerable trees
in order to give full measure,
when breezes give, of their
accumulated tribute at leisure.

Among lush greenery of rain forest
dwell I in barren dust. For nowhere
here is found kindred spirit
to address my searching soul.
Cowed I be when grope I blindly
through pain stinging particles
hurled forth of fury blizzard sand.

Love which I seek
may chance be found
at travels peril
lodged, in less arid land.

Love’s mark doth
she set her standard highest
to honoured be above all else
for those who give in like degree.

Love’s mark doth
she set her standard spiraling
for undaunted faith
in soulless heartless quest.

Worthy sacrifice
to altars eternally sacred.
Not on rich nor on poor lightly
doth she bestow such costly blessing.

But on servants serving
a lifetime’s service
tending sacred fires
with commitment of bodies’ need.