Dead
Sometime i see dead coming
toward me, i have been on my
heel all my life.Now i can see
it catching up with me.The only
mystery is how is going to happen,
i can picture tear and smile on
their faces.
If am gone pls don't clean my
name from the history book.
I have know pain all my life
been deserted.Mum tell my
beloved consin Cici (Cecila)
not to cry for me, i knew it was
not our plan i know we shall
meet again across the river
Jordan.
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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Mystery
As the wind blew away leaves
from the surface of earth
that is how my genaration will
be blow away one day,
i wonder if the great potter
will give me the privilage
of exchanging rings.
Will she be pretty as mona lisa
or ugry as my consin cici (cecilia) ?
Will i see my seeds and their seeds
simling at me maybe they would
not like me around.
Will I live this world in a natural
way or will my fellow creature
take my life? that is the mystery
i can't explain.when the time
comes will she put on the
traditional black and black?
will then have rivers on
cheaks or will they drink to their
full.Oh my treaure how will it
be spend? on the beatiful flowers?
this is the mystery that kick me
most, can i monitor it from
where going to i guess not. How
long will i be remmeber or will
i be a candle in the wind, i will wait
and see.
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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Oh Jordan River Lord Say Lay My Burdens On Thee
Oh Jordan River Lord Say Lay My Burdens On Thee
Oh Jordan River down yonder where the
Black sea sings,
Oh Jordan River, cry loud with me
Oh Jordan River the blood in my hand
Oh Jordan River, the black sea sings
Oh Jordan River, lord come for me
Oh Jordan River lord say I be free
Oh Jordan River, lord protect me
Negroes at the river wanna be free
Oh Jordan river put chains on me
Oh Jordan river take my baby from me
Oh Jordan river lord waits for me
Going to break the chains
Down yonder by the black sea
Oh Jordan river I sing to thee
Oh Jordan River the master say
Nigger’s got to serve them
But lord say I free
Oh Jordan River, I'm bound to lord savior,
walking in the black river,
Oh Jordan River saves me.
I‘sa a free mind train
I set me free
Oh Jordan River
Lord say I Free
poem by Jacqueline Amos
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Life Changes
I always thought life would be
just as I wanted it for me.
I just let it happen without a plan
and I would proceed as I began.
The unexpected changes came along,
unprepared for them like notes with no song.
The growth came slowly on every day
and routine tasks paved my way.
I stumbled more times than just a few.
But no one's pavement is a smooth walk through.
You carry the cross placed on your shouder.
You carry it begrudgingly until you're older.
Then age is upon you and I, for one
decided not to finish as I'd begun.
I started to plan and involve myself
like a mystery book that leaves the shelf.
The pages of my book are what I need
to turn and show me how to proceed.
How the book ends I do not know
but a good mystery book will never show
how the story ends. It surprises you.
That's how I'll be until I'm through.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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You Became My History
You were once a mystery,
The one I loved to solve.
Deciphering your code,
Always got me lost.
I thought of understanding you more,
But before I realised it,
You became my history.
You were once a mystery,
Discovering you was a thrill,
Every puzzle I put together,
Granted me fulfilment,
But as time flew by,
you became my history.
You were once a mystery,
Every clue brought me closer,
Every step brought me nearer,
Only to make me smile,
I thrived on your addiction
But after a while,
You became my history.
You were once a mystery,
the very foundation that kept me stable,
Once I comprehended you, I began to feel able,
You were the ocean to my boat,
The cell to my system,
However, even without the distance,
You became my history.
You were once a mystery,
Clouded in question marks,
Trying to understand,
Trying to comprehend,
I was left with numerous thoughts,
The more I tried, the more I learnt,
The less I craved, and before I knew it,
You became my history.
poem by Zushan Hashmi
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The Man Who Knew
The Dreamer visioned Life as it might be,
And from his dream forthright a picture grew,
A painting all the people thronged to see,
And joyed therein -- till came the Man Who Knew,
Saying: "'Tis bad! Why do ye gape, ye fools!
He painteth not according to the schools."
The Dreamer probed Life's mystery of woe,
And in a book he sought to give the clue;
The people read, and saw that it was so,
And read again -- then came the Man Who Knew,
Saying: "Ye witless ones! this book is vile:
It hath not got the rudiments of style."
Love smote the Dreamer's lips, and silver clear
He sang a song so sweet, so tender true,
That all the market-place was thrilled to hear,
And listened rapt -- till came the Man Who Knew,
Saying: "His technique's wrong; he singeth ill.
Waste not your time." The singer's voice was still.
And then the people roused as if from sleep,
Crying: "What care we if it be not Art!
Hath he not charmed us, made us laugh and weep?
Come, let us crown him where he sits apart."
Then, with his picture spurned, his book unread,
His song unsung, they found their Dreamer -- dead.
poem by Robert William Service
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War Is Our Worlds History
I Look into a history book.
And what do I see?
Pain and agony, death and suffering,
I see history that tells a lot about our world.
War!
Our world's history is war.
It is the pain and agony, the death and the suffering,
I see large fields of dead bodies,
I see our heritage being destroyed by other people
because it is not what they believe in,
I see people begging for mercy, but they do not get it
instead they get a bullet in the head.
In our history I see many mistakes in which we can learn from,
but we obviously we do not.
They say not to judge a book by its cover,
to me this quote means nothing to our history.
Our history is our cover,
and the book is filled with pain and agony, death and suffering.
Plain and Simple
War!
poem by Christian Cervantes
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Life Is A Gift
Life is a mystery, let's make it a history.
Life is gem; let's play it as a game.
Life is fuss, let's live it in hush.
Life is a journey, let's not forget the felonies.
Life is divine, let's come in front, so as to shine.
Life is a fear; let's not face it with tear.
Life is long, let's make it prolong.
Life is a lesson; let's make with it, some relation.
Life is dream, let's do not scream.
Life is a gift; let's not waste it like treats.
Life is precious, let's not be so serious.
Life is a glitter, let's face it with twitter.
Life is a glory, let's deal it with bravery.
Life is a race, let's live it with grace.
Life is rose, let's make it a prose.
Life is a gel; let's not make it a hell.
Life is tutor; let's make it a future.
Life is an ice, let's break the shackles and rise.
Life has faces, let's make it without races (free from discriminations) .
Life is a gamble, let's not make any fumble.
My Favorite Quote - 'Don't be serious just be sincere in life'
poem by Kishor Pathak
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Love
I love Thee in the sky,
After long, hot summer days,
Like to run through the fields,
When they've finished makin' hay.
I love meeting people,
I've never met before.
And I like it when my friends,
Come knocking at my door, yeah.
Ooh, I love the sky at night,
Just to sit and count the stars.
I like to mess around,
With bicycles and cars.
I love to see the moon,
When it's up and full.
And I like it when a fish,
Gives my line a pull.
So, it's easy to see,
Just how good You been to me.
Oh, you made life's mystery,
An open book for all to see.
I love stone ground bread,
And I like it when I get my breakfast in bed.
I love little old ladies,
Who make funny faces at brand new babies.
So, it's easy to see,
Just how good You been to me.
Oh, you made life's mystery,
An open book for all to see.
I love St. Judy's comet,
I love to break bread,
I get a blessing from it.
And I love to see a Bible,
That's been well used.
'Cause when a Bible's well used,
The devil's not amused.
So, it's easy to see,
Just how good You been to me.
Oh, you made life's mystery,
An open book for all to see.
So, it's easy to see,
Just how good You been to me.
Oh, you made life's mystery,
An open book for all to see.
Yeah, yeah,
Anyone can read the book.
Oh, the feel of a long, hot summer day.
I love, I love,
Little old ladies, who make funny faces at brand new babies.
You made life's mystery and open book for all to see.
I love breaking bread.
I love to see a Bible when it's been well read,
When it's well used, you know the devil's not amused.
I love, I love, I love, I love, yeah,
I love, I love, I love, I love.
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Just Like This Right Boot
Where do you plan to go now...
With your gossip to whisper?
And when will you begin to clean...
Notes and other items off your desk.
Make sure it's cleaned of everything.
And look back at this time in your life...
And what you 'have' and have not addressed.
Because ahead for you is a reality you will not believe!
That is coming to you on a track that will not distract you.
Just like this right boot you are about to leave but should take it.
Here! You might want to replace, The heel. It looks as if it is broken!
Something's wrong with it! €€€ððððð€€€Even the stitching is loose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is This Call Pain
standing here across the see
the sea waves crash the rocks and end in the end
the clouds passing by and get over again
a day end with no coming back again
i wander to my self why my pain will never end
see new life coming and never come the same again
see old man dying and never line again
year in life passing by and never come again
i ask my self why my pain never leave me
why my pain never end
is it me the pain
is what i am made of the pain
suffer and endure all my life
what i am mistaking
nails tear my heart
evil wispier in my ears
healing is never use to me
Gods healing useless any more
every thing end except pain
every thing is false except pain
pain of my heart pain of my soul
i am living with pain i am the pain
poem by Aryabod Siharyvani
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Not Ready to Say Goodbye
As sit here staring at your picture I can’t believe you are gone.
I only knew you from this photograph but I loved you just the same.
I know I should put the picture away and move on with my life,
but I’m not ready to say goodbye.
I’m not ready to say goodbye to your beautiful angelic face.
I’m not ready to say goodbye to the hope you brought to my life.
In God’s plan he only gave you two hours of life on this earth.
My faith allows me to believe He had a very good reason for that.
But even with my belief in God’s plan I’m still not ready to say goodbye.
I dedicate this poem in loving memory of my little niece Isabel Imani Smith.
Life Word
Life is a challenge, accept it
Life is a wish, want it
Life is a book, read it and observe
Life is a fight, battle it
Life is a tear, face it
Life is a smile, enjoy it and embrace
Life is a game, play it
Life is a journey, complete it
Life is a ruler, measure it
Life is a sunrise.begin it
Life is a sunset, hold it
Life is a treasure, save all you can
poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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Life Word(edited into my own treasure)
Life is a challenge, accept it
Life is a wish, want it
Life is a book, read it and observe
Life is a fight, battle it
Life is a tear, face it
Life is a smile, enjoy it and embrace
Life is a game, play it
Life is a journey, complete it
Life is a ruler, measure it
Life is a sunrise.begin it
Life is a sunset, hold it
Life is a treasure, save all you can
poem by Golden Heart
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Picture Book
Picture yourself when youre getting old,
Sat by the fireside a-pondering on[? ].
Picture book, pictures of your mama, taken by your papa a long time ago.
Picture book, of people with each other, to prove they love each other a long ago.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Picture book.
Picture book.
A picture of you in your birthday suit,
You sat in the sun on a hot afternoon.
Picture book, your mama and your papa, and fat old uncle charlie out cruising with their friends.
Picture book, a holiday in august, outside a bed and breakfast in sunny southend.
Picture book, when you were just a baby, those days when you were happy, a long time ago.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Picture book.
Picture book.
Picture book.
Picture book.
Picture book,
Na, na, na, na na,
Na, na, na, na na,
A-scooby-dooby-doo.
Picture book,
Na, na, na, na na,
Na, na, na, na na,
A-scooby-dooby-doo.
Picture book, pictures of your mama, taken by your papa a long time ago.
Long time ago,
Long time ago,
Long time ago,
Long time ago,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
song performed by by Kinks
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You & Me
Prologue:
Knew you were only fooling when you turned around and said goodbye
Please call this over I'll just roll up in a ball and cry
The winter moon is often viewed in the eye of you
Saw a man walking on the moon on a black and white T.V.
I saw 4 lads from Liverpool in my babysitter's magazine
I saw rain shine than sun fall
Saw nobody home
Saw candles burning in the wind
I saw Lou Reed in Rome
I saw the land beyond my wildest dreams behind a willow tree
Saw naked ladies on the wall of a bathroom in a factory
Saw apples lying on the ground
Saw right through the snow
I saw women dying in an opera
Saw Lou Reed in Rome
Then I saw your face and thought how life's so good to me
We were meant to meet each other in the middle of a mystery
I saw an old man sleeping in the cold by a purple limousine
I saw the biggest canyon in the world with an angel in the stream
Saw a weary eyed 14 year old dancing all alone
I saw a needle going through a heart
Saw Lou Reed In Rome
Then I saw your face and thought how life's so good to me
And we were meant to meet each other in the middle of a mystery
Then I heard you smile and thought how wonderful indeed
Were meant to meet each other You and Me
You and Me
Then I saw your face and thought how life's so good to me
And we were meant to meet each other in the middle of a mystery
Then I heard you smile and thought how wonderful indeed
Were meant to meet each other You and Me
You and Me
You and Me
You and Me
You and Me
You and Me
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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You And Me
Prologue:
Knew you were only fooling when you turned around and said goodbye
Please call this over i'll just roll up in a ball and cry
The winter moon is often viewed in the eye of you
Saw a man walking on the moon on a black and white t.v.
I saw 4 lads from liverpool in my babysitter's magazine
I saw rain shine than sun fall
Saw nobody home
Saw candles burning in the wind
I saw lou reed in rome
I saw the land beyond my wildest dreams behind a willow tree
Saw naked ladies on the wall of a bathroom in a factory
Saw apples lying on the ground
Saw right through the snow
I saw women dying in an opera
Saw lou reed in rome
Then i saw your face and thought how life's so good to me
We were meant to meet each other in the middle of a mystery
I saw an old man sleeping in the cold by a purple limousine
I saw the biggest canyon in the world with an angel in the stream
Saw a weary eyed 14 year old dancing all alone
I saw a needle going through a heart
Saw lou reed in rome
Then i saw your face and thought how life's so good to me
And we were meant to meet each other in the middle of a mystery
Then i heard you smile and thought how wonderful indeed
Were meant to meet each other you and me
You and me
Then i saw your face and thought how life's so good to me
And we were meant to meet each other in the middle of a mystery
Then i heard you smile and thought how wonderful indeed
Were meant to meet each other you and me
You and me
You and me
You and me
You and me
You and me
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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The Wedding List
No, Ill never give the hunt up,
And I wont muck it up.
Somehow this is it, I knew.
Maybe fate wants you dead, too
Weve come together in the very same room,
And Im coming for you!
Do you think Id ever let you
Get away with it, huh?
He swooned in warm maroon.
Theres gas in your barrel, and Im flooded with doom.
Youve made a wake of our honeymoon,
And Im coming for you!
All of the headlines said passion crime
newly weds groom shot dead
mystery man. God help the bride
Shes a widow, all in red,
With his red still wet. she said--
Ill put him on the wedding list!
Ill put him on the wedding list!
Ill get him and I will not miss.
Now, as Im coming for you,
All I see is rudi.
I die with him, again and again.
And Ill feel good in my revenge.
Im gonna fill your head with lead
And Im coming for you!
And when its all over youll roll over
The butt of my gun:
One in your belly, and one for rudi.
You got what you gave by the heel of my bootie.
Bang-bang--out! like an old cherootie,
Im coming for you!
All of the headlines said passion crime:
newly weds groom shot dead
mystery man. God help the bride!
Shes a widow, all in red,
With his red still wet. she said--
She sure got him on the wedding list
Ill got him on the wedding list!
Ill got him and I will not miss.
Ill put him on the wedding list!
And after she shot the guy,
She committed suicide.
Im coming, rudi!
And later, when they analysed,
They found a little one inside.
It must have been rudis child.
I shot, I shot, I shot him honey!
Never mind, she got the guy.
He hit the ground, rudi!
An eye for an eye.
Ashes to ashes...
Eye for an eye.
I hit him, hit him
Rudi!, rudi!
Im coming coming coming honey
Eye for an eye.
Rudi!
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Soldier Dad
Sadness in my everyday life,
knowing he wont come back.
Off to save the world,
he is such a hero.
Ma and me at home
looking at old pictures
of us together.
We looked so happy like a
perfect family that never has any problems,
all of us sitting together with a big smile
on our faces, with dorky outfits on.
A shotgun blows in the distance
with a pile of smoke in the air.
The bullets dropping on the ground
over coming the gun fire.
My dad is holding the shotgun
shooting another man for his country.
Protecting us and the world
from evil.
With a smile on his face
puts a smile on mine.
He wrote us a letter to let us know he loves
me and ma very much and that he has great news
he is coming home soon; he will be on leave for
two weeks.-
Tomorrow my daddy is
coming home. I’m so happy.-
Knock on the door,
There’s a bunch of army people here.
Carrying my daddies belongings,
they tell us my dad is dead-
my ma drops to the floor
crying her eyes out.-
Today’s my daddies’ funeral,
thousands of people attended
seeing my dad in a coffin for the first
time in months and he’s
dead-
Sadness and pain is in my families’ everyday life.
poem by Chantel Braatz
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Talk About The Good Times
(words & music by jerry reed hubbard)
Well I remember when I was as children
The time the people used to treat the neighbor like a fellow man
And all their singin and big prayer meetins
When a man was proud to walk up and shake his neighbors hand
Oh you talk about the good times,
Talk about the good times
Oh if you ever needed help a friend was there
Some good neighbor
Help lift your burden
Mmm, and the simple joys of life a friend would share
Times are harder and the people are changin
Now most folks couldnt tell you who their neighbors are
All their guns are loaded, the front doors are bolted
Aint this ol world takin hate and fear just a little too far
Oh you talk about the good times,
Talk about the good times
I wish I could go back to the days Im speakin of
When a friend would meet you
And a smile would greet you
What this ol world needs now is a little old fashioned love
My granddaddy God rest his soul now
Well we had a big long talk together the day he died
Said son this world is full of hate and venom
An I cant wait to leave this ol place and rest on the other side
Oh you talk about the good times, talk about the good times
Talk about the good times
Im gonna see all the friends I knew in the good ol days
Well have a big hand shakin
An sit and talk together
Sit down by the river jordan and sing our blues away
Oh you talk about the good times, talk about the good times
Talk about the good times
Im gonna see all the friends I knew in the good ol days
Well have a big hand shakin
An sit and talk together
Sit down by the river jordan and sing our blues away
Oh you talk about the good times, talk about the good times
Talk about the good times
Im gonna see all the friends I knew in the good ol days
Well have a big hand shakin
An sit and talk together
Sit down by the river jordan and sing our blues away
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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All night. (Day 2)
lying there in bed with your beloved
thinking what tommorow will lead you two
daydreaming what will happen from here
few months being married
you get the news you are going to have baby
happy about having a baby but is your beloved happy
well just hoping to be the pround parent
wanting to be the best parent of all
getting the baby room set up
making it look pretty and all
wanting it to be nice when the baby comes
you and your beloved is so exited
the day is here when your child is coming
going through the hard pain of labor
giving birth and seeing everything a blurr
hearing the word the baby is not breathing
you fear for your life
hoping that your baby is not dead
passing out because you were tired
waking up wanting to hold your baby for the first time
your beloved tells you the baby is alive but
under major breathing problems
End of Day 2. Come back tommorow to read more.
This poem is not real ok. I am just getting ready to become a real writter. Please let me know what you think.
poem by Bethany Williams
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