Questions?
Who to trust?
Not the upper crust.
It's hardened through the years.
What to accept?
Not the decept.
It's deepened all our fears.
Where to turn?
Not where they're stern.
It's brought on all our tears.
Which to choose?
Not the news.
It's filled with profiteers.
How to search?
Not in church.
It's frightened its parishioners.
When to learn?
Not 'til you yearn
to open up new frontiers.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Your World
The warmest day of all my life
You came to me, I held you in my hands
And something changed forever
I want you for a better time
To know the beauty of our Mother Earth
Cherish her forever
Never felt in such a hurry
So little time, so much to do
I lie awake and dream the dreams I'll share with you
This is your world now
No one can chase all your fears away
This is your world now
Trust in your heart to lead the way
I still recall a day so clear
I saw the future in my mother's eyes
Filled with tears of sorrow
The years roll by, the times do change
The truth around us harder to disguise
As we face tomorrow
So many promises were made me
So little hope remains alive
I only pray the dreams I leave you will survive
This is your world now
No one can chase all your fears away
Fight for your world now
Trust in your heart to find the way
You'll see what I'm saying / When you're on your own
The war that you're facing / Isn't yours alone
I am a man in search of reasons
Though I am still as much to blame
It's up to me to leave you more than just my name
This is your world now
No one can chase all your fears away
Fight for your world now
Trust in your heart to lead the way
This is your world now
I want to chase all your fears away
Fight for your world now
I know that somehow you'll find your way
song performed by by Richard Marx
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The Day Old Shep Died
it's been thirty years,
that he's been gone,
the day he died, brought tears,
all day, i played his song.
for nine long years,
i loved him and he loved me,
the day he died, broght tears,
toward the end, he could barely see.
when he died, i was seventeen years,
my child hood died that day,
the day he died, brought tears,
during his youth, we were always at play.
him and i was, so close in years,
when i got shep he was five and i eight,
the day he died brought tears,
he always ate his meals, off our plate.
he died at eighty-four in human years,
he lived to a ripe old age,
the day he died brought tears,
for this poem, he set the stage.
i can't believe, its been so many years,
i think about him, all the time,
the day he died, brought tears,
but old shep, was all mind.
of all these many years,
no dog has taken the place of old shep,
the day he died, brought tears,
i'll always remember, that dog with pep
in memory of old shep 1946-1960 written june 21,1990
Share A Dream
Hey when youre feeling low
When the blues refuse to let you go
Just reach out for my hand
I can understand
Come share a dream with me
Hey love will found a way
It doesnt matter what the people say
Dont try to hide the way you really feel
Time can only heal
Come share a dream with me
We could rise above all the tears
All the doubts and the fears
We can make a stand here and now
Higher love
Got to learn to trust in a friend
For a peace without end
Oh come share a dream with me
Hey children of the world
Is the dream were dreaming so absurd
Sweet reasons just a friendly smile away
cos love is here to stay
Come share a dream with me
We could rise above all the tears
All the doubts and the fears
We can make a stand here and now
Higher love
Got to learn to trust in a friend
For a peace without end
Oh come share a dream with me
We could build castle so tall
Oh the thrill of it all
Wont you find a place in your heart
We could rise above all the tears
All the doubts and the fears
We can make a stand here and now
Higher love
Got to learn to trust in a friend
For a peace without end
Oh come share a dream with me
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Unmet Need
I know not that for which I yearn
But know my life is incomplete,
At night I lie and toss and turn
But always I meet with defeat.
Sometimes my heart will miss a beat.
I know not that for which I yearn
A malady I cannot treat
Sometimes it goes but will return.
Perhaps in due course I will learn
What I must know to be complete.
I know not that for which I yearn
Until I know I can’t compete.
So like an echo I repeat
What must I do to earn
full forgiveness for my deceit
I know not that for which I yearn.
1-Jul-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Unmet Need or M' lady Tara
I know not that for which I yearn
But know my life is incomplete,
At night I lie and toss and turn
But always I meet with defeat.
Sometimes my heart will miss a beat.
I know not that for which I yearn
A malady I cannot treat
Sometimes it goes but will return.
Perhaps in due course I will learn
What I must know to be complete.
I know not that for which I yearn
Until I know I can’t compete.
So like an echo I repeat
What must I do to earn
full forgiveness for my deceit
I know not that for which I yearn.
1-Jul-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Years of Tears
Years of tears for no ears to hear, lonely for years am I
Years of tears for no ears to hear in silence they dropp and die
Years of tears, hidden deep, I cannot weep, nor cry.
Years of tears, for many fears of dying alone, I sigh.
Years of tears which no one hears as many years go by.
Years of tears in the lonely sky, my tears grow wings and fly.
Years of tears, my smile shines, through its little lines, I lie.
Years of tears, my somber peers through my melancholy eye
Tears of tears, Years of Years, in my soul, I tie.
Years of tears for no ears to hear my tears weep goodbye….
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Y' In Your Name?
The divining rod which is searching for water
Looks like a Y if you remember.
With your Y in all your life you will be a searcher,
Going on with an open mind for something newer.
Some of you will search for some new wisdom,
Some just for a newer flower blossom,
Big or small search all brings something new,
Even if you just search constantly for your keys, a tool or a screw.
If you choose to search for spiritual wisdom,
Your life can change for an everlasting stardom.
So, choose wisely how to use your Y,
Search for something useful, not just asking aimlessly, why?
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Desired Fate
you cant learn to love
till you learn to hate
is this really my desired fate
why would i be stranded without a white dove?
would i forget the one i love?
i desire to hate and look at the sky above
its damp with sadness and dreaded tears
why would i choose the path full of my fears
i chose to lead myself to dark
this is makeing me fall apart
once cold tears drops by another
will my heart ever regain its start
it cracked open for everyone to see
this is not truely me
i desire to love instead of hate
this is my desired fate
poem by Chris Urbaez
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When You Trust Somebody
Where should I turn
What should I do
There’s no one to trust
There’s no one left
They’ve all turned against me
I knew not to trust
When you mess with fire
You must get burned
I used to trust them
Now definitely not
I’ve never trusted before
Why should I start now
Every time this happens
And eventually I forgive and forget
But not this time
This time I will NOT forget
There’s only one person to trust
And that’s yourself
Yourself won’t share your secrets
Unless you want them to
Yourself will never betray you
In the end it’s you against the world
So you must learn to defend yourself
To automatically lock down your emotions
To never trust no matter what
Cause in the end
You will only get hurt
So now it’s just me
With no one to trust
I must learn to fight
To defend
And to never trust again
Cause everyone will turn their backs
Right when you need them
They’ll leave when you need help
They’ll ignore you
When you’re uncertain and need guidance
What are these so called friends
They are nothing to you
Like you are nothing to them
Friends are imaginary
Like unicorns and fairies
They don’t exist
They are made up
They’re just someone’s fantasy
Someone who still trusts
But that someone will learn
That there is no one to trust
I’ve learned my lesson
After being burned countless times
I’ve learned, have you
I will never trust again
Cause trust only leads to pain
And I don’t need anymore of that
So the next time someone says
TRUST ME
Look at them strangely
And laugh
Because you know what happens
When You Trust Somebody
poem by Night Angel
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Bloody Red Tears
Tears of blood
Oh, bloody red tears
They fall on my pillow
And it soaks in blood, red and liquefied
They fall to the floor bellow
And once dried...
It's covered in blood, brown and hardened
Oh, bloody red tears
They're the result of what no-one can mend
All my hurt that built up over the years
Bloody red tears
They're so beautiful to me
They quench my thirst nobody knows of or hears
Only one thirst could that be
The thirst to see blood and pain
Oh, it's so good to my eyes
But, my hurt, I also have a thirst to drain
All those lies!
They cause some of my bloody red tears
They cause my hardened heart, even when someone dies
Oh, bloddy red tears
They're so good to me
And have been all these years
poem by Amy Parkinson
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The Desire To Feel
My feelings just cannot explain
What does it feel like in the rain
Or how the moon looks in the night
Or what it feels like to be right
Or what it feels like just to stare
Into the blankness of the air
Or how it is to hug a friend
With love and care and sentiment
How does it feel to love for once
To have a thirst for sweet romance
To share an evening in a room
Oh, how I hope this happens soon
So I can feel that warm embrace
To give me courage, and some grace
So I can reach the world again
When will this happen: when?
When will I ever have the feeling that my thoughts always yearn?
When will I ever learn to feel, when will I ever learn?
Will it be days or months or years
By then I'll cry out all my tears
By then I'll gather many fears
By then my yearning disappears
And I will never, ever feel!
poem by Sasha Ioffine
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Tears We Cry
Tears we cry, tears we cry
Sometimes tears Kalahari dry
Tears we cry, tears we cry
For others many tears
In us for us many fears
For us we haven't tears
Their aches hurt so
But our heartaches hurt too
Why then do we for theirs cry so?
Mine tears don't for me flow
Tears for they my mind blow
Like a virgin turn whore
Went to a funeral
Of a relation to my fellow
How my heart felt hollow
In my gran'pa's requiem
I cried, but not a single scream
Friends spiced my cry like cream
We have wells for their tears
And deserts for our fears' tears
Tears we cry, for they that we cry
poem by David Munene wa Kimberly
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Learn Life's Lessons
Some are afraid to hear a 'No'...
And,
Choose to walk away...
With their fears on display.
Backs turned away...
And tears from their eyes exposed.
But if one fears to hear a 'No'...
And 'Go',
What's the use of learning lessons?
A yes will come to those who learn their lessons.
And a 'no' one can let go...
When a life lived is in session.
A yes will come to those who learn their lessons.
And a 'no' one can let go,
When life's in session.
Some are afraid to hear a 'No'...
And,
Choose to walk away...
With their fears on display.
Backs turned away...
And tears from their eyes exposed.
But if one fears to hear a 'No'...
And 'Go',
What's the use of learning lessons?
A yes will come to those who learn their lessons.
And a 'no' one can let go...
When a life lived is in session.
A yes will come to those who learn their lessons.
And a 'no' one can let go,
When life's in session.
Don't be afraid,
Be brave...
Learn a lesson.
Don't be afraid,
Be brave...
And learn life's lessons.
A yes will come to those who learn their lessons.
And a 'no' one can let go,
When life's in session.
Don't be afraid,
Be brave...
Learn a lesson.
Don't be afraid,
Be brave...
And learn life's lessons.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Truth: In the Garden
Bloodied n' bruised
Yes, I relate with you
Close to you death
Nothing much left
Searching for truth
Yes, I relate with you
Alone in the group
Friends old but so new
Family ponder at all
Your soul cries the call
Yearning for the truth
Yes, I relate with you
Mocked by friends
Abandoned and left
Crying ache of tears
Going past petty fears
Search for your Father
Path so far altered
Yearn, Yearn for truth
Yes, ...I relate with you.
By Ruth L. Rivers
July 6,2008
poem by Ruth L. Rivers
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I Believe So...
does the wind choose to blow?
do rivers choose to run?
does your heart choose to beat?
i believe so...
does the earth choose to turn,
in perfect rhythm, year by year?
do the tides choose to come and go,
in cadence with the moon?
i believe so...
does society choose to be oppressed,
if only by apathy's inaction?
do we choose to let people starve
when we turn the other head?
i believe so...
do we choose war over peace,
to feed the need of greed?
do we choose to destroy nature
by our very lifestyles?
i believe so....
but can we change destiny,
and avert the final blow?
can we open our minds and hearts,
and reclaim life for the living?
i believe so...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sonnet: ’Tis Lovely to be a Child
Look, how the children grow as years pass by,
And how their intellect improves with time,
And how they play about and appear shy,
And how they memorize, recite a rhyme!
Look, how they learn all things from adults fast,
And how they question all they hear and see,
And how they forget blunders of the past,
And how they forgive, live in harmony!
Give all the freedom, love, they do yearn for,
Give all the opportunities to learn;
Give all the encouragement, they can draw,
Give all the knowledge they need, but be stern!
An age when you know not the right from wrong!
’Tis great to be a child but for how long?
7-29-2002
poem by John Celes
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God Is
Faith is our muscle
That we must flex
At our worse times not our best
We must use it
To strengthen it
Over the years of life
Tragedies have come
That have brought tears with fears
But this is when you have
To put your faith into gear
Even in our times of hurt
Our darkest hour
Through our questions
And eyes filled with tears
This one thing is clear
God is
Faith is putting our pride aside
And realize
It is wise
To keep in mind
Though we sometimes don't understand
It's okay we are only human
Not superman or wonder woman
There is power in our faith
Turning our pain over to God
And rest in knowing
That God is...
poem by Tameeka Smith
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Complacency Kills
So many people know what's wrong
but still are singing the same old song.
They know our government's filled with sin
but they accept the predicament that we're in.
We've become complacent and accept our fate.
They are the eaters. We are the bait.
They gobble up hope with an iron hand
and tell us we have freedom in this land.
Too many lies have filled our ears
over and again all through the years.
We are taxed to death and they still want more.
They need more taxes for another war.
They get richer as they take what we earn.
They take away our dreams and still we yearn
for change to come and light to shine.
That's a fool's way of thinking, a clinging vine
that hangs on to a vision that's not real.
For every government is set up to steal.
So why can't people take back what's theirs?
Because they're too busy saying their prayers.
Well God helps those who help themselves.
Read the history books gathering dust on shelves.
Then you'll see that it's all up to we
to change what's becoming our history.
Visit my bookstore at
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poem by Edwina Reizer
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Heat And Ice Could Together Dwell
I may come to feel it but never come to say,
How others feel about what I do...
They have a choice to accept or refuse,
If they choose.
And that depends on what is done.
And if it is done with an intent.
If I am responding to a specific action,
Then what I choose to do is direct and meant.
Oh I can be arrogant and I can be rude.
I can be tempermental and give attitude too.
I can be distant and be cold as hell.
Even though I've never understood how heat and ice,
Could together dwell.
And that depends on what is done.
And if it is done with an intent.
If I am responding to a specific action,
Then what I choose to do is direct and meant.
I may come to feel it but never come to say,
How others feel about what I do...
They have a choice to accept or refuse,
If they choose.
But when I'm pushed to the limit I can freeze and steam.
With a melting to eventually thaw,
To become someone's manipulated putty!
Showing a protective crust although within a soften dough.
And I hate it when its known I just puff to blow smoke.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XLIV
We came at last, alas! I see it yet,
With its open windows on the upper floor,
To a certain house still stirring, with lights set,
And just a chink left open of the door.
Here my companion stopped and bade me in;
Her dressmaker's, she said. And I, who heard
A sound of women's voices from within,
Shrank back alarmed and ready at a word
From any damsel stoutly to deny.
But ``Madame Blanche,'' she said to ease my fears,
``Is a good soul, and far too wise to pry
Or fancy evil of her customers
At any hour of the night they choose to come,
Much less of me.'' And so I followed dumb.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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