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Life and Friendship

To be laughed at, ridiculed or mocked,
to be disdained and or to be liked,
believed, and to be praised,
we own ourselves.
We are the masters of our own wellbeing,
and all the rights and wrongs
we seemed to know it all;
as a result, we become stubborn or too stubborn
to be dictated, directed, or redirected.
Thus, the insights of our dreams
are roads we follow
– either we stumble or fall,
but God has given us
the strength to rise and move on.

Friends are not all perfect ribbons of God’s gift:
among the circle, there are leaders in front of us,
helpers on our sides,
and some who might stab us in our back.
But all in one, they are true inspiration
trading places in time of laughter.

Sets of friends have different personalities,
characters, or even their zodiac traits;
as an Aquarian, I am a calm river
enjoying all their presence on my harbor.
My deepness or shallowness
in their quest the less I become
an abandoned swamp.

poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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Talked Me Into It

I'll stand and hold onto
everything I wished for
I'm stubborn, but you talked me into it
You have the key to my mind
I melt in front of you
You turn me on without trying
You talked me into it
And I let you, at that time
I could have believed
anything you said
You ignored me before that night
but I was desperate for your attention
If I was psychic,
woulda wished for anything but you
You talked me into it
Into everything I wished for
I'm stubborn, but you talked me into it
Wondered if you knew I existed
I was enchanted with you
Never felt more forgotten
I'm stubborn, but you laughed
Said, I'll never leave you in the rain
I took your word, let you
Talk me into it
You're the only one that has
enough of me to love
and wish
You talked me into it
Banished me to the back of your mind
after all these years
Never felt more forgotten
I'm stubborn, but
I remember that night
When you talked me into it
But I stood and held onto
everything I wished for
I'm stubborn, but you talked me into it

poem by Mye3
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Stubborn

Stubborn, stubborn
He was stubborn as a mule.
He refused to budge
in the world so cruel.
'Cause what good would it do,
one step or two?
It would get him nowhere
'cause the word's so cruel.

Stubborn, stubborn.
He was stubborn as a mule.
His eyes were defiant
with fire and fuel.
He'd been born into pain
where no one had cared.
He was alone in the world
but never was he scared.

He was just stubborn.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Another Stab In The Back

I would of never of believed
That you would stab me in the back
Like you just did

Secretly I knew you would
Take the knife and add another stab wound
I have plenty of stab wounds already
From all the people who have stabbed me in the back

But somehow I thought you were better than that
But I guess your not that much better
You just like all the other back stabbers

But it's ok
The wounds will someday heal
But the scars that you made
By stabbing me in the back
Will never fade away

So remember my back stabbing friend
We will never be like we were
I'll smile in your face like you did
And talk crap about you behind your back
Just like you did to me

I have just one question for you
Are your new friends worth
All the bad things you had to say about me
To make them like you

I bet they won't be worth it
and I'm sure there not your friends
Cause I heard them talking bad about you
When you weren't around them

I always stood up for you
When I heard someone say something bad about you
I bet your new friends won't

I hope when you look back
I hope you see that I was your friend
And that they aren't

I hope the grass is so blue on your side
Cause now that I don't have to take your side
My grass is so much greener

poem by Beth Ann
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Go Ahead And Run

Everyday is the same ol thing
I still do the same ol thing
Time keeps on going by
Yet I'm still stuck in the past
While I watch everyone move on
I still sit and remember all the things I use to do
All the things I got away with
All the people I use to hang out with
All the wrongs we did and laughed about it
Now when I try to go forward
It seems like I get pushed back
What's holding me back?
Why cant I just move on?
I watch all my friends leave me
Especially my loved ones
I start to fall for someone
Next thing I know
Poof they gone
Is it me?
Are they running away from me?
Or am I not running with them
Whats so wrong with staying here?
They say life is hard
So why would u run from it?
Whatever their running from
It's only going to be waiting for you
Where ever you go
I'm just going to stay here
And whatever happens will happen.
10-02-05

poem by Ashley Olson
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The Sound Of Laughter

The sound of laughter is a thing of beauty for laughter spreads the very gift of joy
That people they are drawn to happy people is not that hard for to understand why
Since everybody wishes to be happy and laughter it spreads happiness around
And only the heartless could not like the sound of laughter for laughter is a very happy sound,
Than laughter there is no more happy feeling laugh and the World laughs with you seems so true
But if you feel sad and for yourself feeling sorry the saddest person in the World is you
Even your friends would rather not be with you if they see you as one who worship gloom
The happy people attract people to them and in their presence happiness does bloom,
The sound of laughter sends out laughter ripples it is a sound one always loves to hear
And laughter it gives rise to smiling faces and never fails to fill the cup of cheer
The sad one who feels comfort in self pity is the one others do not wish to know
But if you are one who laughs away your worries your friends in numbers seem to grow and grow
And who could not but love the sound of laughter to it there always is a joyful ring
It seems to send happiness out in ripples it is a joyful and infectious thing.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Declared No More

He was declared no more
As he was not breathing, therefore
There was no sign of any move
He had left behind nothing so as to prove

No one can say that he was worthless
Full contentment was seen on the face
His eyes were fully closed as if under the deep sleep
I saw him motionless and controlled not to weep

It gives pain when someone truly departs
For many years one remains associated with as reliable and part
We may appreciate his worth only after demise
Remember his stubborn stance for any promises made

I had seen him working very hard
He was always fearlessly moving forward
Not only him but will take many along his side
Give suitable piece of advice and confide

He did not dream with his ideals
He knew it can’t be transformed into real
Yes he did not leave hope for the best
As he considered it as life time test

We all adored him so long as he was with us
Even after his demise we put even more trust
It is not the time to weep for his departure
As he has left nothing to be assured

Some of the friends are easily forgotten
We may miss them as if something is stolen
Time and again we may miss his absence
As he was towering strength for us in his presence

I would love to pay great tribute to him as true man
He was in real sense a great humorist and human
We may have many friends as close associate
But only few will make impact to relate

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Stubborn Hearts

Stubborn hearts never learn
They will just keep on breaking
For faithless love they always yearn
Not tired from all the waiting.

Stubborn hearts keep loving
When ears are deaf to words
When eyes are blind to seeing
All the passion it accords.

Stubborn hearts are always true
And realize the matter
This heart is always here for you
And it cannot wait for later.

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Bright Cap and Streamers

Bright cap and streamers,
He sings in the hollow:
Come follow, come follow,
All you that love.
Leave dreams to the dreamers
That will not after,
That song and laughter
Do nothing move.

With ribbons streaming
He sings the bolder;
In troop at his shoulder
The wild bees hum.
And the time of dreaming
Dreams is over -- -
As lover to lover,
Sweetheart, I come.

poem by James Joyce
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Give Me Strength

A lonely man I know myself to be
Its not as bad as some things I have seen.
The picture painted here is not a dream
The only reality is the way it seems.
The happier you fly
The sadder you fall
The laughter in your eyes
Is never all.
Give me strength to move along.
Give me strength to leave my sweetheart.
Im riding down swept road in my old car
The moon is almost full except for stars.
The party ended long before the night
She made me feel alive and thats all right.
The happier you fly
The sadder you fall
The laughter in your eyes
Is never all.
Give me strength to move along.
Give me strength to leave while shes gone.
The happier you fly
The sadder you fall
The laughter in your eyes
Is never all.
Give me strength to move along.
Give me strength to move along.
Give me strength to move along.

song performed by by Neil Young
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Those Were The Times

those were the busy bustling days
of the cities
where people have no places
to go home
and laundry themselves in parties
of friends
and friends of their friends
till the wee hours

got fed up of those days
of smoke and beer
and now i am back to the silence of
this little town of
my birth

the trees are shedding off their leaves
the cows are giving birth
the birds black and white fly on the skies
and perch on a tree
enjoying the ripe fruits

today i am going fishing in the river
my sail boat is waiting

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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MeRiverries

I gazed under the sun,
Walked on the grass,
Feeling the air passing through my hair,
And feeling the cold warm water on my feet.

I see friends playing happily,
On the river, jumping, diving, enjoying,
Then walking on the slippery stones trying to enjoy myself,
By sitting on a rock under the sun taking pictures of friends.

MeRiverries, MeRiverries,
River Memories,
Where it's the first time seeing us all together,
Enjoying, the cold warm waters of the river.

poem by Mitch Señoron
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We so Great

we so great
we all want
to be somebody
seeking him
in the moon,
in the star,
in the sun

we so great
we all want
to be somebody
seeking him
till the ends
of the universe
in ourselves,
in friends and foes
in the almighty,
we so great
we all want
to be somebody
some do it right
some do it half right
some just plain all wrong -
not an echo of themselves
we so great
we all want
to be somebody
despite all the odds
the rights learn
from half rights
and the wrongs learn
from all wrongs
we so great
we get the world going
with all the rights
wrongs, half rights
and half wrongs

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Reminiscenes

Oh those days gone past my era of joy,
“Come back – come back’’ I’m yelling
now. Still today when the memories
of those days flashback, a moment of
smile returns with the images of a few
happy friends holding hands and
Rejoicing-rejoicing in the small school
of Jnaneshwar. The river of love was
flowing in full swing, here-there,
everywhere was joy and joy and amidst
that joy lived some joyful friends happily.
we will never meet, my dear friends, all
of us once again and even in this
tearful life of today the slight memories
of those days bring back the smile on my
face. Oh those days gone past my era of
Joy- “please come back”.
Violent tides battle in the ocean of tears
each day that I remember the days gone
past in to the pages of memory, and the
Harbor though strong and resistant soon
falls apart as the teardrops wet my cheeks.
The stream of life haunted through the coot
and hern and joy bubbled at each fall until
it made a sudden sally and listed a thousand
miles between us which changed all. Late at
nights I’ve often awoken to cry for the laughter
that reverberates in my dreams, and soaking my
tears, I’ve often turned back expecting your eyes
which never allowed me feel solitary and I’ve passed
each day hoping that this day is the last day of
separation but the time is the arrow which once
shot, never really returns back.
Oh those days gone past my era of joy, don’t
Leave me broken, torn and lovelorn-
“Please come back.”

poem by Saket Suman
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Grutch Grudgers

There are those who believe they have rights to offend.
They believe they are above others...
With a righteousness bestowed upon them,
From birth!
As a token of God's 'wisdom'...
In ceremonies conducted,
By the best of hand-me-down mythology!

However...
When people like that,
Are put into their proper places.
They become vicious with attacks.
As if no one has the right to pay them back.
Or think nothing of their backstabbing ways,
Garnered from traditions that kept their acts praised.
And when this is done...
Venom flows from their tongues!
Like drunken sailors,
Wishing for more...
Than masturbating weekend furloughs!

To leave everyone to know...
They are not below,
Showing the depths of a shallowness...
That describes their character best!
Leaving them scarred,
With personalities they keep with beliefs...
They are above receiving what they have delivered.
Grutch grudgers are these munchins of kept and petty wishes!
Harboring desires they are secretly admired,
By a deluded self importance implanted by twisted minds.
Who believe they too,
Are above reproach when slighting another's dignity!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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True friends stab you in the front.

quote by Oscar Wilde
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The Queen Of Query

So necessary
So stubborn so mule-like so carrot-like very
The queen of query
So dangerous daring
Quest artillery
Quest snares unleash
Shoes unnecessary
Stumble to reach
The truth so much very
The queen of query
Will you me marry
I’m dazzled I’m puzzled
By your bravery
The queen of query
We will be merry
Once riffled and shot so so much very

Conclusion:
Questions die out
Before the first shout

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Gift Of Laughter

The gift of laughter is a rare gift it is such a wonderful thing
And laughter can create more laughter to it there is such a beautiful ring
The people who laugh seem to make friends quite easily and in numbers their friends seem to grow
But the people who take life too seriously are the people few wish to know.

The woman next door is a laugher she has with her a winning way
She is one who makes friends quite easily she always smiles and says good day
A person like her is worth knowing she spreads around her gift of cheer
For to stimulate laughter in her heart she doesn't need spirits or beer.

Compared to her the bloke three doors down is so different a smile never does cross his face
He is always so serious looking perhaps laughter he cannot embrace
A good laugh would be so good for him since none look more serious than he
If everyone took life so serious how boring a thing life would be.

The gift of laughter is a great gift and with it there's none to compare
And the people with it are invaluable since they spread it around everywhere
Life seems far too short to be grumpy since we will be forever dead
And feel grateful for people who can laugh their happiness they seem to spread.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Listen!

Listen! there is peace
Setting in the wake of unrest
Which cost me the loss
Of all those dreams
That were in progress-
But they were drifting
Farther out to the sea
And each day,
I saw less of reality...

I abandoned the dreams
But I stayed afloat
While the waters of hope
Took no opposition to the rocking waves
And I learned the pleasure
Of letting go the struggle for control,
As result, I was free to move...

I thought I saw those dreams
Floating back to me once again,
As if to say they would leave their way
With or without me-
But they would still exist
Because I gave them substance
And life all their own...

poem by Romeo Della Valle
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His Gift

The gift it lies within you
It’s sits there wrapped up tight
It’s a gift one day you’ll open up
When God says the time is right

It’s a gift to do His bidding
It’s a gift that’ll change your life
And it will change the lives of others
And take away all your strife

But the puzzle has many pieces
And right now they just don’t fit
To see the bigger picture
You must not ever quit

The devil will try to deceive you
He’ll make your gift feel wrong
He’ll say it is a weakness
But in fact it will make you strong

He knows this gift can defeat him
So he will do his best
To wear you down and wear you out
Just know he will not rest

He will use the ones that love you
To make you feel ashamed
But just know our savior Jesus
Was ridiculed and defamed

This curse it is a blessing
One day you’ll truly know
That this thing you feel it holds you back
Will make your spirit grow

For our ways are not the Lord’s ways
And we are not as smart
As the maker of the heavens and earth
And the maker of your heart

When they were told about a savior
A warrior I bet they thought
A man with the arms like a gladiator
But the man they saw did not

He rode upon a donkey
And stories He did tell
They turned their backs on the man they saw
They bid the man farewell

They laughed as tortured and beat Him
Then they hung Him on a cross
The one’s who believed He was the one
Now believed that all was lost

“How could God do this to us? ”
“This Jesus I depise”
Then they threw the body inside a tomb
They did not know He’d rise

I bet they thought they knew it all
And had everything figured out
The man to save them from an oppressive life
But that’s not what it was about

This man He came to save them
He came to open up a door
A line to their creator
It wasn’t there before

Your Father truly loves you
For He sent His only son
And He hung His boy upon a Cross
And said that “It is done”

It wasn’t to make Himself look good
But to show His love is true
It will never leave and will never quit
He did this for me and you

This gift you have, it’s yours to share
One day I know you’ll see
The change you want in this crazy world
Is the change you have to be

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Talked Me Into It

Stubborn

Another Stab In The Back

Go Ahead And Run

The Sound Of Laughter

Declared No More

Stubborn Hearts

Bright Cap and Streamers

Give Me Strength

Those Were The Times

MeRiverries

We so Great

Reminiscenes

Grutch Grudgers

The Queen Of Query

The Gift Of Laughter

Old Friends

Listen!

His Gift

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Talked Me Into It

Stubborn

Another Stab In The Back

Go Ahead And Run

The Sound Of Laughter

Declared No More

Stubborn Hearts

Bright Cap and Streamers

Give Me Strength

Those Were The Times

MeRiverries

We so Great

Reminiscenes

Grutch Grudgers

The Queen Of Query

The Gift Of Laughter

Old Friends

Listen!

His Gift

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