Contemplation
I sit
The chair in angles
I hear
The noise that strangles
I watch
The routine tangled
I eat
The food that poisons
I live
The life of no choices
poem by Erica Borges
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Noise
Dads stuck in the factory, machines are banging all around.
Mommas in the kitchen, she got the radio on all the time.
My little sisters screaming, and stamping on the ground.
And the radio keeps pumping out the same old boring sound.
All I hear is noise.
Cant get away from the noise.
Can you hear me above the noise?
Can you, can you, can you, can you, can you, can you hear me?
Can you hear the noise? (noise)
Cant get away from the noise. (noise)
Can you hear me above the noise? (noise)
Can you, can you, can you, can you, can you, can you hear me?
Banging in my ears, in every direction.
Listen to the roar, hear that city[? ], poundin, poundin.
There oughta be a law, hey buddy, turn that radio down.
Sometimes I get used to it and I forget that its around.
But all I hear is noise. (noise)
Cant get away from noise. (noise)
Can you hear me above the noise? (noise)
All of this confusion is ruining my day.
Let the noise be like the sunset, and slowly fade away.
Fading, fade.
Girl, I want to build a better world for me and you.
I wanna pull out all the plugs before I finally blow my fuse.
Wish all the confusion would slowly fade away.
Id tell you that I love you, but you dont hear what I way.
All you hear is noise. (noise)
Cant get away from noise. (noise)
Can you hear me above the noise? (noise)
Can you, can you, can you, can you, can you, can you hear me?
Noise in the street, theyre digging up the pavement.
Noise in the air, those traffic jams are everywhere.
Noise on noise, to cover up the noise.
The pressures building up because theres no way to avoid,
All the noise. (noise)
Cant get away from noise. (noise)
Can you hear me above the noise? (noise)
All of this confusion is ruining my day.
Let the noise be like the sunset, and slowly fade away.
Fading, fading.
song performed by by Kinks
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Tangled In Love
By marcy levy and richard feldman
A modern man with an old-fashioned heart.
One look at her and I fell apart.
I was always the one playing it cool.
I got caught in the act, now theres no turning back.
I got tangled in love, tangled in love.
I got tangled in love, tangled in love.
I got caught up, bought up, strangled, tangled in love.
I got tangled in love, tangled in love.
A long black dress and the call of the wild.
I was a fool to think she was just a child.
Out of my mind, out of control.
Knew that feeling too well, tried to run but I fell.
Chorus
I never meant to feel this way,
Now I always want to stay...
Chorus
I got tangled in love, tangled in love.
I got tangled in love, tangled in love.
I got tangled in love, tangled in love.
I got tangled in love, tangled in love.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Choices
Choices
Are a form of grace
To have a choice
A voice,
is a privilege
Choices can
Change situations
The right choices
can uphold mankind
for thousands of generations
Choices
becomes personal declarations
A vow for one to live by
There shall always be
difficult choices to make
inorder to survive
Therefore,
Choose wisely today
For tomorrow
Shall surely come and
The choices of today could
Makes all future matters
well done!
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Multifarious Perspectives
After this wild ride on the waves of emotion and passion
I can hear my second and third thoughts again, I can see
the multifarious perspectives and angles and questions
involved, the authors use illusions to present the choices
to young readers
Choose, your life or your love, your love's favourite or
yourself, choose whether you are willing to sacrifice
yourself on behalf of your love, quietly serving behind
the scenes - and the result of these choices are enacted
for us, now I feel enriched
By these glamorous stories of valour and courage which
are emphasised in defeating attacks by demon powers -
and in deciphering the deception within the powers-that-be
trying to formulate a life-strategy, making sense of the
chaos our senses discern
In the magical world around us…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Choices
Some choices that we make in life, are not centered on Jesus Christ.
We ignore the voice we hear inside, as Christ’s Truth we push aside.
But at the time we believe in Christ, He becomes the center of our life.
From then on it can not be denied, that from The Lord we can not hide.
We need to glorify Christ all through, everything in life we say and do.
All the choices we make each day, must reflect that we know The Way.
Friend, do our choices and our ways, lift up to The Lord Eternal Praise?
Or do we mix darkness with light, and say to our self, it seems alright?
Check with Christ before you choose, and dear friend, you will not lose.
For Christ gave us His Word to use, when we embraced His Good News.
And we must live in accord with Him, to avoid in life what could be sin.
My friend, we must walk in New Life, if we profess to know Jesus Christ.
Christ also gave us His Spirit inside, and He is for us an Eternal Guide.
He guides us in all Truth my friend, and in His leading we can depend.
And The Spirit we can not grieve, making ill choices we may conceive.
Follow The Spirit’s lead my friend, and you will have peace in the end.
Remember Jesus made a choice for you, that wasn’t easy for Him to do.
He chose to give His life for you and I, so we could live with Him on high.
And from Him we receive New Birth, to live anew while upon this earth,
So we can live our present life, to draw other men to New Life in Christ.
Lucy Cant Dance
Lucy I know what youre going to going to do
Oh lucy look what youre doing Im doing it too
Now youre looking for God in exciting new ways
I say trust him at once which is something these days
Lucy cant dance to the noise but she knows what the noise can do
Lucy cant dance to the noise but she knows what the noise can do
Did the world just explode?
Dont recognize anyone
But youve still got me under your thumb
Lucy cant dance to the noise but she knows what the noise can do
Oh oh oh
Lucy cant dance to the noise but she knows what the noise can do
Theres tooling your frenzy in the tole savoy
And the sexual noise which is caught up a toy
You live and you die in the blink of an eye
Well I cant make you dance
Lucy cant dance
Dance to the noise
Lucy cant dance but she knows what the noise can do
Lucy cant dance
Dance to the noise
Lucy cant dance but she knows what the noise can
Lucy cant dance but she knows what the noise can
Lucy cant dance but she knows what the noise can do
Lucy cant dance
Lucy cant dance
Lucy I know what youre going to going to do
But you cant buy me off in the stirial (? ) world
Who who who died and made you material girl?
Lucy cant dance to the noise but she knows what the noise can do
So Ill spin while my lunatic lyric goes wrong
Guess Ill put all my eggs in a postmodern song
Lucy cant dance to the noise but she knows what the noise can do
Of the show of the fine reality
Just a few simple words like I love you, I need you
Live and to die in the blink of an eye
Still I cant make you dance
Lucy cant dance
Dance to the noise
Lucy cant dance but she knows what the noise can do
Lucy cant dance
Dance to the noise
Lucy cant dance but she knows what the noise can
Lucy cant dance but she knows what the noise can
Lucy cant dance but she knows what the noise can
Lucy cant dance but she knows what the noise can do
Can do
Lucy I know what youre going to going to do
Lucy I know what youre going to going to do
Lucy cant dance
Lucy cant dance
Lucy I know what youre going to going to do
song performed by by David Bowie
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Choices, Or Destiny (For Aufie Zophy)
right and wrong,
division and hatred.
moral implications,
immoral men.
ignorance and pride,
hearts restrained by fear.
the hammer of judgement,
hands buried in pockets!
do we fly?
or watch pictures of flight?
do we care?
or live by token gestures?
do we pray?
or recite mechanical cures?
do we live?
or exist behind walls?
choices, or destiny?
truth, or salvation?
gods carved in stone,
cannot weep for the poor.
and the stranger we meet,
smells like something we've lost.
choices, or destiny?
to fly, or to watch?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Decisions
Decisions, decisions
Options and choices
That signify our freedom
But make life more difficult
All the same
But what would life be without
Decisions?
Would it be a meangless
Tangle of days after days?
A predetermined boring
Routine?
They make make life hard
But they can make it
So much better
Choices will come and go
But the decisions
Stay the same
poem by Autumn Winds
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Sonnet: Maid-servants
I hear the noise of washing clothes on stone;
The sun is scorching fiercely overhead;
A lady works for wages all alone;
She looks so famished, weathered, almost dead!
I hear the clatter-noise of pots and pans;
A woman washes vessels piled like mound;
She sweeps and mops the floor as if by dance!
And then, her broom begins to clean the ground.
I hear the noise of food being prepared;
A tiny kitchen smokes throughout the day;
A half-clad woman walks with nails unpared;
Her hair unkempt, she draws a meagre pay.
In society, we need sure hierarchy;
Nevertheless, there must be sympathy!
poem by John Celes
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The Chair Don't make the Man
People see me in this chair and whisper look at that poor man over there. They believe my life is wasted all because I’m in this chair. Well I got some to say that I want you all to hear. Just like clothes don’t really make a man neither does a chair. The chair is just what I use to get me for here to there. Just like people who walk use their legs to get them everywhere. Because besides the chair I’m just like you; I laugh, I cry and yes I have sex too. Now that you all know the next time you see me don’t whisper look at that poor man over there. In fact don’t say anything just remember the chair don’t make the man.
Making choices
Life is about making choices
Success flows from right choices
Doing the right things
Doing them always right
Producing a giant of yourself
Becoming what you want to become
The choices are yours to make
The consequences are yours to take
So make the right choices
Choices that bring success
Success that builds self-esteem
And yield life, fully fulfilling.
poem by Emmanuel Oduro
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This Noise
The noise that disturbs your neighbour is like,
A swimmer without a life-jacket!
But, i will live to lead you on peacefully;
However, this noise around you is like a hammer hitting the head of the nail.
The noise that disturbs your neighbour is like,
Creating the silent war within your neighbourhood!
And like the heart of a summer around many others;
For, i know when it matters most.
Try to learn and try to live with one another,
Try to do your best without disturbing your neighbour!
For, this noise will surely not bring you peace among them.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Set Your Lovin' Free
Baby don't go
You've nearly shown everything you are to me
Darling don't stray stay here with me
Because that's how it ought to be
You've come this far to see who you are
See the love inside yourself
So don't be afraid I'm holding your hand
Just let the love run freely through me
You're so tangled up in love
Searching for your soul, searching for yourself
So tangled up in love
That you can't see anything else
Chorus:
My oh my
Do I have to tell you how to live your life
Ooh baby don't you know, now that your mine
You've got to set your loving free
Chorus
Tell me you see all we can be
That we can be magical
Throw off your pride and show me inside
Show me what your frightened of
You're so tangled up in love
Searching for your soul, searching for yourself
So tangled up in love
That you can't see anything else
Chorus
You're so tangled up in love
Searching for your soul, searching for yourself
So tangled up in love
That you can't see anything else
Chorus
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song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Tough Choices
There are choices to be made, this when and if, you are saved,
Saved by God from a life of sin, that your life be given to Him,
To The Lord, Jesus Christ, who saved you giving you New Life,
New Life, through a new birth, to be His testimony on this earth.
We’ve been bought with a price, and must be willing to sacrifice,
Some things in our life before, we came to salvation in the Lord.
In new choices that we make, some old friends we must forsake,
To live a life for Christ anew, departing form ways we’re used to.
When we come to God by faith, Christ gives to us ample Grace,
To make all choices that we need, when His Word we must heed,
Decisions over our sinful flesh; what for us, for The Lord is best,
For when we begin our life anew, Only Christ can see us through.
Harder times ahead shall come, and we must rely on God’s Son,
Heeding His Spirit dwelling within, making choices to honor Him,
Choices all may not understand, as for Christ we take our stand,
But, God gives grace and poise, as for Christ we make a choice.
So make that choice today, leaving the world for the narrow way,
Be in the world, but, be not of it, and lead by Christ, in His Spirit,
To live for Him, as His Light, not mixing in the darkness of night,
While living out this earthy life, being witnesses for Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©12/2008)
Choices
One should feel lucky
If one gets choices in the life
It can make one happy
Throughout the life
Choice in love
Friends and relations
Work, career, city and country
Is the dream of every living soul?
Living the life with choice
If one doesn’t get things of choice
One should be contented
With what he gets
Too many cooks spoil the dish
Too many choices
Makes it difficult to choose
One is lucky
If one gets chance to choose
If one’s got a life there is no choice
One has to live the way it comes
Throughout the life
Keep on trying,
For better choices
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Overweight with Food
Are you just a tub of lard and
Vastly overweight?
Do you think that when you die you'll
Need a piano crate
To act as coffin for your frame? -
Chosen as you die in shame, with
Only you to take the blame
For years of eating much the same:
A daily calorific fest
Gourmands of your ilk digest!
Is your heart in final fling and
Nearly set to burst?
Are your arteries bunged and clogged and
Feeling now the worst
For wear? - your aneurysm fit to blow
While blood as thick as rising dough
Cries 'Halt! ' to any hope of flow:
A dreadful state to put on show
In front of any nurse!
Best you hail a hearse.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Other Lives
It's just relaxing sometimes to watch others
with all your friends, relatives, and mothers
not worry about living my life with each care
but watching others, through love, betrayal, death and dare
It's nice to watch a story unfold
hear the stories yet untold
watch their loves on movie screens
even watching my peers- you know... teens
It's exciting to see their life and adventure
Enticing to watch how he falls in love with her
how evil is defeated, or how a science fiction makes us question this reality
all these movies, they help me see
see not only myself, but help me relax, because as i watch it's not me
when i watch all those lives and all those trials its not me
for a moment in time
I am not worried about my life but theirs, i live through they eyes
subject to their rhyme
see their skies
and not mine, sometimes this the most alluring
part of it all, watching someone else live on movie screen
its a beautiful thing
because it's not my life up there, i need not worry, not my scene
poem by David Knox
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I Can Hear You
i am here i can hear you.
but just like them i need not bother.
we are all free
we have our own light
freely given
we are responsible for our own lives
now
you too, no one can be responsible for you.
if you die, die alone.
if you cry, cry alone.
if you smile, and laugh, that is a decision.
if you die, that is a decision.
if you live, that is another decision.
a choice.
an ocean of choices.
an ocean of choices over a continent of options.
take your pick
and be yourself.
me? i choose to live. I choose to be happy.
i choose to be responsible. I don't bother sad people
or happy people.
I scratch my back when it itches.
i set the correct time for my ejaculations.
i sit and relax at my own pace.
i take a walk and breathe. I fill my lungs with so much air.
I float like a cloud. I jump like a grasshopper.
I see like the sun.
I fly like an eagle.
I get high sometimes
and get so low sometimes
but i care about myself
and live my life the way i want it.
i don't humiliate myself with making other people responsible for me.
I can do it.
I don't want other people to drive my car for me
i have hands.
I don't let people open the door for me
i have fingers.
I live my life. That is my business.
I am a breather, that is what i do.
When life does not have meaning anymore
like a wall
i bump it on the wall and then i go.
I know where. I decide that too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Used As A Tool
An instrument I am.
To be used as a tool.
But by 'who'?
My own choices I make,
Sometimes are derailed.
I am conscious I believe.
But when that leaves,
Something else prevails.
Faith and trust,
Are with me as a must.
And I have stumbled so much,
Getting up is part of my routine.
With a laughter that is done.
And I know this is seen.
An instrument I am.
To be used as a tool.
But by 'who'?
I have been ill and healed,
As if I am skilled at that too!
Faith and trust,
Are with me as a must.
And I have stumbled so much,
Getting up is part of my routine.
With a laughter that is done.
And I know this is seen.
I don't do it for the attention.
At my age that would be too obscene.
My own choices I make,
Sometimes are derailed.
I am conscious I believe.
But when that leaves,
Something else prevails.
'Angels we have heard on high...
Sweetly singing...'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wordwright
I crouch at this dusty keyboard,
And the light of early dawn slants
At depressing angles
Throughout the room. A chair,
Worn from duty, Sighs at me; I sigh back. There is no such thing.
It is but a pomegranite in my head:
So many cubicles, juicy with thought,
Wanting to get out. But one cannot bite into it, as such,
Without bluntly making a mess,
A dribble of noise,
A concatenation of words,
Either making some kind of symbiotic sense,
Or falling flat on the pallet of palaver,
A deal of nonsense.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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