The Cry...
i know what...
poverty smells like,
oppression feels like,
having my freedom taken
tastes like...
if what i write offends you,
open your eyes...
and walk down the street.
the sound you hear
is the cry...
of your brothers and sisters in need!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Little London Girl
IN my little Green House, quite content am I,
When the hot sun pours down from the sky;
For oh, I love the country–the beautiful country.
Who'd live in a London street when there's the country?
I live in a London street, then I long and long
To be the whole day the sweet Flowers among
Instead of tall chimney-pots up in the sky,
The joy of seeing Birds and Dragon Flies go by.
At home I lie in bed, and cannot go to sleep,
For the sound of cart-wheels upon the hard street.
But here my eyes close up to no sound of anything
Except it is to hear the nightingales sing.
And then I see the Chickens and the Geese go walking,
I hear the Pigs and the Ducks all talking.
And the Red and the Spotted Cows they stare at me,
As if they wondered whoever I could be.
I see the little Lambs out with their mothers–
Such pretty little white young sisters and brothers.
Oh, I'll stay in the country, and make a daisy chain,
And never go back to London again.
poem by Kate Greenaway
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Tell It All Brother
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all brothers and sisters
Tell it all.
How much you're holding back on me
When you say you're giving all?
And in the dungeons of your mind
Who you got chained to the wall?
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all brothers and sisters
Tell it all.
Did you plant your feet on higher ground
To avoid life's mud and stone?
Did you ever kick a good man
When he was down, just to make yourself feel strong?
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all brothers and sisters
Tell it all.
Tomorrow just might be too late
Now is the time
To get your jumbled mind straight
And seek a new design.
Did you ever walk for a crippled man
Pretending you were lame?
And what made you think one feeble hand to God
Was gonna make him call your name?
Tell it all brother and sisters
Tell, Tell it all
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all brothers and sisters, tell
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Heat Lightning...
heat lightning...
we speak hollow words,
build hollow houses,
live hollow lives.
poverty whispers,
we turn away.
poverty shouts,
we walk away!
orphans, or bastards,
we defile our beds.
our mothers lay dying,
our fathers forgotten.
the wheel turns,
we drink, and move on.
our sisters buried,
our brothers on the street.
churches and graveyards,
flags drenched in blood.
stray dogs, lost pilgrims,
heat lightning....
and an empty cup!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Suicide 2
Suicide is scarlet
It smells like hot running water
It tastes like his last goodbye kiss
It sounds like those silent blades sliding across her wrist
It feels like its finally over
It looks like the open lifeless eyes of a freind daughter girlfreind and life changer.
Suicide is locking you emotions up inside of you, until your gone.
poem by Leah Nunya
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Love One Another
Everybody needs a little tenderness
Everybody needs a release
From the cell they lock themselves in
Loves the only peace
Everybody needs
Everybody Cries
Everybody Bleeds
Everybody Dies
Everybody Dreams
Everybody Wakes
Everybody makes mistakes
Love one another
Sisters and brothers
Love one another
Love one another
Father and mother
Love one another
Its easier to walk away when youve
Got a wounded pride
When two people stand together
Thats how they heal inside
Try to understand
Open up your heart
A fist is just a hand
It can come apart
Let go of the past, let go of the fight
Forgiving fills the world with light
Love one another
Sisters and brothers
Love one another
Love one another
Father and mother
Love one another
We were given a world so beautiful
A deep ocean, a blue-blue sky
I know we can make it a better place
If only you and I
Love one another
Sisters and brothers
Love one another
Love one another
Father and mother
Love one another
song performed by by Cher
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Wake Up (It's 1984)
Wake up! wont you listen to me
Wake up! wont you listen to me
Wont you listen to me
Wake up! wont you listen to me
Wake up! wont you listen to me
Wont you listen to me
Big brothers watching, we watch him back
We see right through his disguise
He tries to scare us, with angry words
But we all know that theyre lies
Whole world is waiting
Just see the fear in their eyes
Whole world is watching, observing every move
Is it beginning or the end?
Just like a chess game, but so intense
That I just dont understand
Anticipation
Its much to big to pretend
Chorus
(wake up), its 1984
(wake up), but weve been here before
(wake up), its 1984
(wake up), but weve been here before, (here before)
Big brothers screaming but we dont care
Cause hes got nothing to say
Think of the future, think of the prophecy
Think of the children of today
Big brothers marching
So we all stand in his way
Open your eyes, sisters and brothers
Neatly disguised, so far away
Open your heart, try to remember
Two worlds apart, but so close
(wake up), its 1984
But weve been here before
(wake up), its 1984
But weve been here before
All our lives leading up to this day, watching and waiting
Wake up! wake up!
Wake up! wake up!
Open your eyes, sisters and brothers
Neatly disguised, so far away
Open your heart, try to remember
Two worlds apart, but so close
Chorus
Whole world is watching
Anticipating
Big brothers marching
Is it beginning or the end?
Chorus
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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A Good Thing!
God! it tastes
and feels and smells like
i'm still alive!
and that's a good thing!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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No Surrender
We busted out of class had to get away from those fools
We learned more from a three-minute record than we ever learned in school
Tonight I heart the neighborhood drummer sound
I can feel my heart begin to pound
You say youre tired and you just want to close your eyes and follow your dreams down
We made a promise we swore wed always remember
No retreat, believe me, no surrender
Like soldiers in the winters night with a vow to defend
No retreat, believe me, no surrender
Now young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold
We swore blood brothers against the wind
Im ready to grow young again
And hear your sisters voice calling us home across the open yards
Believin we could cut someplace of our own
With these drums and these guitars
We made a promise we swore wed always remember
No retreat, believe me, no surrender
Blood brothers in the stormy night with a vow to defend
No retreat, believe me, no surrender
Now on the street tonight the lights grow dim
The walls of my room are closing in
But its good to see your smiling face and to hear your voice again
We could sleep in the twilight by the river side
With a wide open country in our hearts
And these romanics dreams in our heads
We made a promise...
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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To My Brothers & Sisters Adrift in Troubled Times This Poem of the Moon.
Since the disorders in Henan and the famine in Guannei, my brothers and sisters have been scattered. Looking at the moon, I express my thoughts in this poem, which I send to my eldest brother at Fuliang, my seventh brother at Yuqian, My fifteen brother at Wujiang and my younger brothers and sisters at Fuli and Xiagui.
My heritage lost through disorder and famine,
My brothers and sisters flung eastward and westward,
My fields and gardens wrecked by the war,
My own flesh and blood become scum of the street,
I moan to my shadow like a lone-wandering wildgoose,
I am torn from my root like a water-plant in autumn:
I gaze at the moon, and my tears run down
For hearts, in five places, all sick with one wish.
Brothers & Sisters
[ Brothers & Sisters EP ]
Brothers and sisters, brothers and sisters unite,
It's the time of your lives, it's the time of your lives,
Breakdown, breakdown,
Got to spread love around, got to spread love around.
Brothers and sisters feel fine,
It's the time of your life, it's the time of your life,
No sound, No sound,
Like this feeling you found, like this feeling you found,
Just stay down, cos sometimes you feel, so stay down.
Sometimes you feel.
And it's me they're looking for,
And it's me I will never survive,
But will be around so long.
Brothers and sisters unite.
Just stay down,
And sometimes you feel,
Just stay down,
And sometimes you feel,
And it's me they're looking for,
And it's me , I will never survive,
But will be round so long.
song performed by by Coldplay
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The Stench (Rising)
the stench... rising,
from your halls of justice,
from your plate glass
Wall Street windows,
from the steps of your churches,
from your brick home suburbs...
is the dried, crusted blood
of your Native American
brothers and sisters...
rising from their reservation
kerosene huts written in poverty,
culture raped whiskey tainted
white god judgements...
rising... till it fills
your nostrils, gags your mouth,
and breaks the shroud of your freedom
with the ghosts of what has been...
redemption demands justice!
the pale horse has come!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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For the People of East Africa
how can we go on not believing,
how can we turn our heads?
when children are starving
and people are dying...
are we alive or are we dead?
our brothers, our sisters,
we can feel your pain from here.
what can we do and
what can we change...
to see the world through your tears?
how can we see and not know
that what's happening to you...
is a part of us, is in
the very heart of us,
we're responsible, we're due!
our brothers, our sisters,
we can feel your pain from here.
what can we do and
what can we change...
to see the world through your tears?
the family of man so far apart,
we've lost the meaning in our souls.
until we join hearts to hands,
and walk side by side...
we'll never touch and never hold.
our brothers, our sisters,
we can feel your pain from here.
what can we do and
what can we change...
to see the world through your tears?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Dying For Love
Can you hear, the people sing their song
To tunes of glory, they move as one.
Refugees of liberation marching on,
Sing our song, rock the nation, write of wrongs.
When you take of life and steal its shadow, all thats
Left is humanity.
Its getting closer, change is bound to come.
Theres someone out there, holding candles to the
Sun.
Then an answer, says that peace will come around,
Stand in line, take our time and be proud.
Take a life and steal its shadow, all thats left its
Humanity
Take a man and steal tomorrow, all thats left is you
And me.
Here them call you, soldiers all in the fields of love,
Brothers, sisters, children, all dying for love.
Refugees of liberation, marching on,
Sing your song, rock the nation, write of wrongs.
Take a life and steal its shadow, all thats left is
Humanity.
Take a man and steal tomorrow, all thats left is
You and me.
Hear them call you, soldiers all in the fields of love,
Brothers, sisters, children, all dying for love.
Hear them call you, dying for love, those who know
You, dying for love,
Brothers, sisters, dying for love, saints and sinners,
Dying for love,
Dying for love.
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Street-Side Elergy
In the night,
If you walk through
This soggy street
Where virtuous spirits
Have gone to bed
And evil spirits roaming,
You will wrench yourself loose of joy
And wail for this street.
If you hear
The hear-renting shrieks
Of victims in this evil night,
You must wail, you must wail
Publicly, for this street.
If you know
How brotherhood is spent
And how humanity is broken
In this broken street,
You must scream hard
To dance away the evil spirits.
If you see brothers
Treating brothers with
The ferocity of jungle beast,
These tears must drop.
These tears on the eye lids
Must drop.
If you walk through this street
In the foggy day light,
You will see broken spirits
All existing and ghostly.
Scream hard and hard
For the living dead,
For the living can still be dead
I found that in this street.
Scream to invite good spirits
To dance away the evil spirits,
If you want to mask,
You can mask
For the night is horrendous.
poem by Stephen Kekeghe
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We Would All Be Brothers and Sisters
We would all be Brothers and Sisters
In my perfect world there would be no war
People would communicate, and work their problems out diplomatically
All nations would be allies
People would wear smiles
And no one would ever know what a gun was
We would all be brothers and sisters
In my perfect world there would be no racism
People would be judged based on the content of their character
We would all hold hands
We would all be friends
We would all be brothers and sisters
In my perfect world there would be no heart ache
Families would love unconditionally
Lost love would become friendship
Friends would have no troubles, only fun
And no one would ever be lonely
We would all be brothers and sisters
In my perfect world there would be no worry
There would be no wars
There would be no racism
There would be no heart ache
There would only be occasional tears of joy
We would all hold hands together, as brothers and sisters
poem by Marie Souline
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Poverty: War Of Today
POVERTY: WAR OF TODAY
melvin banggollay
Poverty abound everywhere
Even in paradise of plenty
As long as there are brothers
Who seldom eat sweet honey,
as long as there are sisters
under prostitution's malady,
when children are still under
abuse and exploitation by many
and as long as there are disaster
jeopardizing life and property.
Poverty is a war and disaster
Hounting every nation today
that can't be won by a leader
without the help of everybody
as it is a war arm with disaster
that can only be hurdled with unity,
frugality, thriftiness with power,
economical spending and industry,
good governance by our leaders
with an undying vow to foster unity
peace and cooperation as brothers
among anyone to preserve humanity.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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My Freedom
A freedom of soul moving,
fly to the air, sound mind,
ease thoughts.
A freedom of body to move
and go to the way direction.
A freedom to think, views,
enhance being to smile
inside heart with goodness
sight of thoughts.
A freedom to laugh that
gives glittering in the eyes
sprinkle like star in the night
open to view happiness in mind.
A freedom to be alone in
silence to talk inside self
asking the divine guidance
of the spirit in heart.
A freedom to look up,
whisper words in heaven,
to look down, to see what is
important.
A freedom to be with myself
enjoying my coffee to drink,
my pen to write in notebook
a words for all who want to
read my composition.
A freedom to honour God in his glory
'Till eternity.
Copyright (c) Jocelyn Dunbar
5th of May 2006
10: 05 P.M.
poem by Jocelyn Dunbar
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Feels Like The First Time
I would climb any mountain
Sail across a stormy sea
If thats what it takes me baby
To show you how much you mean to me
And I guess its just the woman in you
That brings out the man in me
I know I cant help myself
Youre all in the world to me
It feels like the first time
Feels like the very first time
It feels like the first time
It feels like the very first time
I have waited a lifetime
Spent my time so foolishly
But now that Ive found you
Together well make history
And I know that it must be the woman in you
That brings out the man in me
I know I cant help myself
Youre all that my eyes can see
And it feels like the first time
Like it never did before
Feels like the first time
Like weve opened up the door
Feels like the first time
Like it never will again, never again
Feels like the first time, it feels like the first time
It feels like the very first time, very, very, it feels
It feels like the first time, oh it feels like the first time
It feels like the very first time
Open up the door, wont you open up the door? yeah
Feels like the first time
And it feels like the very first time
And it feels like the first time
It feels like the very first time
And it feels like the first time
It feels like the very first time
Oh it feels, it feels like the first time
Yeah it feels like the first time
song performed by by Foreigner
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And not only my own brothers and sisters agreed so but my brothers and sisters in law; and their children, although but young, had the like agreeable natures and affectionate dispositions.
quote by Margaret Cavendish
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Villanelle: Blest Art the Poor
God keeps me better than many others!
And yet, I seem very dissatisfied;
I envy my poorer sisters, brothers!
Despite their troubles, nothing them bothers;
They seem to wear a smile on sad a face;
God keeps me better than many others!
Neither the sun or moon or rain or cold matters;
They laugh away their problems most, always.
I envy my poorer sisters, brothers!
Some shelterless do wear clothes in tatters;
Their children play amusing all in ways.
God keeps me better than many others!
They bathe happily in river-waters;
They play in mud and run in sand a race.
I envy my poorer sisters, brothers!
The forests give them wood, berries, feathers;
No grief or strife can halt their living pace.
God keeps me better than many others!
I envy my poorer sisters, brothers!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-28-2005
(my first villanelle)
poem by John Celes
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