Wail Of Poverty
i hear the wail of poverty,
feel the constant pressure
in my chest...
staring with eyes,
hardened and hungry,
looking for a break.
working past the point
of numbness,
sleepless under the weight...
i hear the cries of small children,
with every step i take.
i smell the anger,
and it smells like me,
the cold sweat of desperation.
the bullet phone,
or papers served,
one step from the edge.
i taste the tears
that men dont cry,
and the cold silence
of the women.
the car that wont crank,
the lights shut off,
the eviction notice on the door.
i hear the prayers of poverty,
prayed to a god that doesnt hear.
see the faces, and know the names,
and recognize the footsteps at the door!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Small Victory
A hierarchy
Spread out on the nightstand
The spirit of team
Salvation is another chance
A sore loser
Yelling with my mouth shut
A cracking portrait
The fondling of trophies
The null of losing
Can you afford that luxury?
A sore winner
But Ill just keep my mouth shut
It shouldnt bother me
But it does
The small victories
The cankers and medallions
<<
They keep me thinking
That someday
I might beat you
But Ill just keep my mouth shut
It shouldnt bother me
But it does
If I speak at one constant volume at one constant pitch at one constant rhythm
Right into your ear, you still wont hear
You still wont hear
You still wont hear
You still wont hear
You still wont hear
You still wont hear
You still wont hear
song performed by by Faith No More
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The Bowl and The Spoon
i hear the sound of humanity's voices,
the sound of suffering and need.
i smell the fear, and i feel the anger,
of those left alone, the victims of greed.
i feel the hate of the guns and the bombing,
the terror of women and children.
i cry the tears and shed blood with them,
i hear the prayers of the dead for the living.
i feel the hunger of children left starving,
i am the anger of the unemployed in line.
i breathe the despair of those left homeless,
i am the hope of those looking for a sign.
i am the body that somehow god needed,
i am the ears the lonely pray for.
i am the eyes that see through the heart,
the prisoner walking through the last door.
i hear the sound of the baby crying,
i feel the mother walking across the room.
i am the father praying for work,
i am the bowl and i am the spoon.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Pitch Black
You awake from a nightmare
and find the room pitch black
You notice your not on a bed
instead, a cold slab of concrete
Where am I you think
you try to move your legs
But their chained to the concrete
you begin to panic
Outside, you hear children laughing
you think of your own, and start to cry
You hear footsteps pounding up stairs
you yank the chain, hoping it would break
Something hard hits what could be a door
you stop yanking the chain to listen
You hear two voices behind the assumed door, Males
their planning something but you cant understand
Your hear a squeak, sounds like a door knob
you wait and see a line of light
A dark figure stands in the light
but his shadow blocks his face
Your heart beats faster, the room gets hotter
you feel your hands about to shake
He mumbles something as he drags in an unkown figure
the light turns on, and you see what it is
poem by Cree Stewart
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Good bye less
I can feel you climbing out of bed gently, yet I awake
I can feel you leaving but I cant stop you so I sleep and fake
I can hear your soft footsteps as silently you sneaked
I can hear you tie your shoelaces as continuously you peaked
I can feel your love, your care gradually fading torn asunder
I can hear objections protest by lightning and by thunder
I can see your shadow reflect upon the empty wall
I can see it by every step you take become so small
I can see you stand against the door second thoughts your taking
I can notice you're wondering if the right choice you're making
I can hear your heart beating louder as regret fulfils
I can hear your mind thinking of something that bewilders
I can see you nudge your head ignoring all those begging illusions
I can see you turn your back on me causing random explosions
I can get over you and when I do I will get rid of those voices
I can get over you and you shall cross my mind when my heart rejoices
poem by Ayesha Sartawi
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Cold Desperation!
he had a gun in his hand;
his hand was shaking...
i looked into his eyes
as he reached for the till.
i could see the faces of
his woman, and his children....
could feel the hungry murmur
of their waiting in the darkness.
could smell his fear,
maybe even my own....
could hear the siren
of the coming blue...
cold desperation....
the hands on the clock,
stopped!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Sobs Of The Starving Children
We know about them from the radio and television and the hungry getting hungrier by the day
But we do not hear the sobs of the starving children from where we live they seem so far away
On the six o clock news at times we do see footage of hungry
children in a Land where poverty and disease is rife
And we feel a twinge of sadness that we cannot help them since we have got our own struggles in life.
Still the sobs of the hungry children are growing louder and
not all of them live in a far Country
And not all of them in the slums of the big city there's such a thing as hidden poverty
The single mother raises her brood on welfare and she has to struggle for to make ends meet
And they survive on bread and tea and milk and cornflakes since she cannot afford to buy them meat.
Banks and corporations make billions in yearly profits and we read and hear of their financial gain
But they don't help to feed the starving children and the growing scourge of poverty remain
A mile from where the billionaire lives there's poverty and hunger yet of their plight he does not wish to know
Still for him to grow wealthier others must grow poorer and
life goes on as it did years ago.
To find want you don't have that far to travel for poverty is everywhere and near
And though the starving children keep on sobbing louder their cries for food we do not seem to hear
And sad to say that those who talk and dream of an egalitarian society will never live to see their dreams come true
And in a World where there is want and hunger the majority of the World's wealth still with the wealthy few.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Shut Up
There you go
You're always so right
It's all a big show
It's all about you
You think you know
What everyone needs
You always take time
To criticize me
It seems like everyday
I make mistakes
I just can't get it right
It's like i'm the one
You love to hate
But not today
So Shut up Shut up Shut up
Don't wanna hear it
Get out Get out Get out
Get out of my way
Step up Step up Step up
You'll never stop me
Nothing you say today
Is gonna bring me down
There you go
You never ask why
It's all a big lie
Whatever you do
You think you're special
But I know and I know and I know
and we know
that you're not
You're always there to point out
my mistakes
and shove them in my face
It's like i'm the one you love to hate
But not today
So Shut up Shut up Shut up
Don't wanna hear it
Get out Get out Get out
Get out of my way
Step up Step up Step Up
You'll never stop me
Nothing you say today
is gonna bring me down
Don't tell me who i should be
and don't try to tell me what's right for me
Don't tell me what i should
I don't wanna waste my time
I'll watch you fade away
So Shut up Shut up Shut up
Don't wanna hear it
Get out Get out Get out
Get out of my way
Step up Step up Step Up
You'll never stop me
Nothing you say today
is gonna bring me down
song performed by by Simple Plan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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You Know The Rest!
you can smell poverty,
without ever asking.
you can taste hunger,
you can feel unspoken sorrow.
open your eyes,
you can see the season.
and in a lover's eyes,
the door, and the bolt.
feel the ashes,
too cold to stir.
take a deep breath,
move your mechanical feet.
time doesnt lie,
and doesnt know truth.
'ashes to ashes...'
you know the rest!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Broken Chains
Too many days now, been at their mercy,
Been living a life of pain, low down and dirty,
Chains biting tight, can only dream of the light,
Need to break free, can no one see what is right?
You see my tears,
Feel my fears,
Hear my cries,
I hear more lies,
Their knives are out, I can't breathe,
When I hear your footsteps you're about to leave,
My heart tears deep, life's blood runs,
Souls essence leaks, here come the guns,
My spirit wants to leave, return to love,
I look to the skies, where is the Dove?
Your face caught in my mind holds me back,
Heavens window opens just a crack,
You see my tears,
Feel my fears,
Hear my cries,
I hear more lies,
Where I come from all is love, suffering is nothing,
When they leave they will feel it all,
Where they are going, they gonna crawl,
I hear your footsteps in the hall,
Are you coming or going?
I just don't know anymore.
09 May 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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Tell Me It's Over
Is she somewhere in the city?
Is she somewhere in this town?
What's her name?
What does she look like?
Is she fun to be around?
Does she make you feel like I did?
Oh so long ago
I wanna hear it from you
Tell me that it's over
Let me hear it from you
Tell me that it's over
I wanna hear it from you
First you look at me with anger in your eyes
Then you look at me with spite
That's if you look at me at all
That's how I'm looking at you tonight
You tell me that love's a drag for you
But when the lights go out you panic
I wanna hear it from you
Tell me that it's over
Let me hear it from you
Tell me that it's over
I wanna hear it from you
I know I must be some kind of fool
To be in love with you
To be in love with you
Tell me that it's over
Let me hear it from you
Tell me that it's over
I wanna hear it from you
Tell me that it's over
Let me hear it from you
Tell me that it's over
I wanna hear it from you
Tell me that it's over
I wanna hear it from you
Tell me that it's over
Let me hear it from you
Tell me that it's over
song performed by by Anni Frid Lyngstad from Something's Going On
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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the sounds of Sunday
i hear the sound of the cold wind from the sea
i hear the waking call of the roosters
the scratching feet of the dog on some disturbing flea
and i hear her steps towards the door as she opens it
she goes to church
and i hear her gently closing the door and the gate too
closing in on me
i am alone now with all the other sounds of the house
this sound of the growing silence
some voices
rushing to fill my mind
some poems
for the day
it is this silence that feeds me
the trickles of my soul
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poet's Epitaph
i see the lights of a far distant shore.
i hear the moan of thundered skies.
i smell the perfume of rain not fallen.
i taste the lips of earth, and of trees.
i see the fire in cold artic winters.
i hear the words the wind desires.
i smell the scent of passion held back.
i taste the blood of coming death.
i see the dawn of the blackened cave.
i hear the weeping of mountains still.
i smell the coffin, and shovelled dirt.
i taste the spirit set free in flight!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Don't Drop Your Garbage
Don't dropp your garbage!
Get away...
And when you step,
Kiss the wind!
Don't dropp your garbage!
Get away,
And step!
Don't dropp your garbage!
Get away...
And when you step,
Kiss the wind!
Don't dropp your garbage!
Get away,
And step!
Don't dropp your garbage at my front door.
Get to steppin' take it back.
No one seeks to hear your preaching.
Or your point of view described while you teach'.
With self righteous sighs.
Too many sitting on the edge are jumpy.
And twice as many want to fight.
Don't dropp your garbage.
Get from my door and get to steppin'.
Don't want to regret what I do.
I wish to keep that evil sleepin'.
Don't wake it up,
I ask of you!
Don't dropp your garbage at my front door.
Get to steppin' take it back.
No one seeks to hear your preaching.
Or your point of view described while you 'teach'.
With your self righteous sighs.
Too many sitting with an edge are jumpy.
And twice as many look to fight.
Don't dropp your garbage!
Get away...
And when you step,
Kiss the wind!
Don't dropp your garbage!
Get away,
And step!
Don't dropp your garbage!
I'd like to keep myself polite.
Get away!
I don't want to get those demons screaming.
Or stir a yelling to disturb my peaceful night.
Don't dropp your garbage!
Get away...
And when you step,
Kiss the wind!
Don't dropp your garbage!
Get away,
And step!
Don't dropp your garbage!
Get away...
And when you step,
Kiss the wind!
Don't dropp your garbage!
Get away,
And step!
Don't dropp your garbage!
Get away,
And step!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mrs Cinderella
Mrs. cinderella
Please dont pound on my chest
I can not see you now
I can not have seen you before
When it turns twelve oclock
Ill be back by myself
And youll be back in his arms
As mrs. somebody else
Mrs. cinderella
Please dont knock down my door
Youve been around the world
And Ive been around my block
When I hear you say (when I hear you say)
I hear somebody talking (I hear somebody talking)
And when I hear you talking (and when I hear you talking)
I hear somebody say (I hear somebody say)
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Tommorows Just Another Day
Trying hard, I thought Id done my best
All my life, I cant get no rest
Some whove closed the door before
Say I cant carry on no more.
I hear them saying
Tomorrows just another day
I hear them saying
And it gets better every day
I hear them saying
Tomorrows just another day
Listened long, tried to take it in
All these facts leave me in the swim
Its down and down there is no up
I think that Ive run out of luck.
I hear them saying
Tomorrows just another day
I hear them saying
And it gets better every day
I hear them saying
Tomorrows just another day
Tomorrows just another... day
Walking now, over covered ground
There is a chance if I move around
I need a moment to reflect
On the friendships I have wrecked.
Why is it i, dont I always try ?
I hear them say
Tomorrows just another day
I hear them say
And it gets better every day
I hear them say
Tomorrows just another day
I hear them say
And it gets better every day
I heard them say
Tomorrows just another day
I hear them say
Tomorrows just another day
Tomorrows just another...
I hear them saying
Tomorrows just another day
I hear them saying
And it gets better every day
I hear them saying
Tomorrows just another day
song performed by by Madness
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Do you hear my cries
Please hear my cries.
But understand that im low.
Yes Im suicidal
No Im not mad.
Yes my heart is sad.
My mind is bad
Please hear my cries
Dont label me
With your cruel inhumane names
I am a person
And I do feel
But hear my cries
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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I Am Troubled!
i am troubled...
lord, i am troubled.
i hear the cries
of starving children.
i feel the bombs,
burning up the night.
i smell poverty,
and i taste injustice.
i shudder at prejudice,
i write the prayers
of the forgotten...
and sign their names
on unmarked stones.
what have i done...
lord, what have i done?
with this life,
this path, this cross.
i feel guilty,
and i know their suffering.
i cant help but wonder,
what i could have done
to stop the flood.
i am troubled...
lord, i am troubled.
have i been silent for too long.
and have my words
fallen like ashes,
driven by the mongrel wind.
i am troubled...
lord, i am troubled!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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No Step
I looked out of my window, saw a stencil black,
No step. no step.
There were nervous mothers with children crying in the back.
No step. no step.
Someone bought me my ticket, now Im on the wing.
Hope my angels are watching me, do I hear them sing?
No step. no step.
Those afterburners cut in and kicked us high.
No step. no step.
The thin air shimmered, the sun cut through and burned my eye.
No step. no step.
Someone bought me my ticket, now Im on the wing.
Hope my angels are watching me, do I hear them sing?
No step.
No step no step.
No step no step.
No step no step.
Give me a jet stream schooner or a crew-legged goose.
No step. no step.
Im a clear-air jockey when they turn me loose
No step. no step.
Someone bought me my ticket to the captains seat.
Will the shakes soon leave me, will I find my feet?
No step. no step.
No step. no step.
No step.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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1STP KLOSR ( One Step Closer )
Break...
I'm about to break!
I need room to breathe... (x3)
I cannot take this anymore
Saying everything Ive said before
All these words, they make no sense
I found bliss in ignorance
Less I hear, the less you say
But you'll find that out anyway
I find the answers aren't so clear
Wish I could find a way to disappear
All these thoughts, they make no sense
I found bliss in ignorance
Nothing seems to go away
Over and over again (x5)
Just like before...
Everything you say to me
And I'm about to break!
I need a little room to breathe
I'm about to break!
Everything you say to me
And I'm about to break!
I need a little room to breathe
And I'm about to break!
Break!
These are the places where I can't feel
Torn from my body, my flesh it heals
During this ride we can cut up what we like
Waiting alone I can not resist
Feeling this hate I have never missed
Please someone give me a reason to rip off my face
Blood is a pouring and pouring and pouring..
Shut up when I'm talking to you!
Shut up! (blood is pouring)
Shut up! (blood is pouring)
Shut up! (blood is pouring)
Shut up when I'm talking to you!
Shut up! (blood is pouring)
Shut up! (blood is pouring)
Shut up! (blood is pouring)
Shut up! Im about to break!
Everything you say to me
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
I'm about to break
Everything you say to me
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
And Im about to..
Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
Cause I'm one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
Cause I'm one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to..
song performed by by Linkin Park
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I Can Hear You
I can hear you by they might be giants. made at the edison laboratories.
I can hear you
Just barely hear you
I can just barely hear you
This is a warning
Step away from the car
This car is protected by viper
Guess where I am
Im calling from the plane
Ill call you when I get there
You wont hear a buzz
But Im buzzing you in
Im buzzing you in
Whats your order?
I can super-size that
Please bring your car around
I can hear you
Just barely hear you
I can just barely hear you
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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