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Broadmindedness

How narrow his vision, how cribbed and confined!
How prejudiced all of his views!
How hard is the shell of his bigoted mind!
How difficult he to excuse!

His face should be slapped and his head should be banged;
A person like that ought to die!
I want to be fair, but a man should be hanged
Who's any less liberal than I.

poem by Franklin P. Adams
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Views On Life

life becomes harder as we grow,
love becomes confusing,
family get difficult to work with,
and life gets in the way of living,

but, letting it hold you back,
shouldn't be the excuse you give,
for getting what you want,

the guy you love,
will only stand by you,
if it was meant to happen,
you can't change fate,

family will only seem to grow,
when everybody understands each other,
and see them as the person they were ment to be,

life only gets in the way of living,
when you drift along,
watching only from the side lines,
rather than living life head on,

life path change,
but, seeing life as difficult,
will not change a thing,
just your views on life.
Copyright © 2009
11-28-09

poem by Mona Martinez
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Big Boys

I am starting to function
In the usual way
Everything is so provocative
Very very, temporary
I shall walk (I shall walk)
Out of this place (out of this place)
I shall walk
Out on you
cause you go silly
If shes willing
Trying so hard to be like the big boys
So you take her to the pictures
Trying to become a fixture
Inch by inch trying to reach her
All the way through the second feature
Worrying about your physical fitness
Tell me how you got this sickness, oh ohhhh..
I was caught in the suction
By a face like a truncheon
I was down upon one knee
Stroking her vanity
I was stuck on a hammerhead
I came alive and left for dead
As my face returned to red
Choking on my pride and pity
We can talk (we can talk)
Until your face is blue (til your face is blue)
We can talk but shell get to you
After youve been loved and hated
By the ones youve watched and waited
Found that they were overrated
Shell be the one - when the partys over
Shell be the one - when the girls have gone home
Shell be the one - that youll wish youd held onto
Shell be the one - but its too late for you to
Shell be the one - who knows all your history
Shell be the one -
So you can cross her off your list
And you try so hard
And you try so hard
And you try so hard
To be like the big boys, oh.

song performed by by Elvis Costello
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Not A Poem

It's flush left,

The first letter

In each line is

Capitalized, and

I use a simile, but

It's more police report

Than poem.

At just past 7 a.m.,

On a Saturday,

My father slapped my face.

He slapped my face

Because I didn't eat

The scrambled eggs he made.

It was easy for him to slap my face

Because it reminded him

Of the people he hated.

He hated my face.

He slapped my face so hard that

My heart stopped beating,

I stopped breathing, my eyes

Bounced around in their sockets, and

My cheek was pushed hard

And deep into the empty space

Where a tooth was.

Then he quickly went back up to his room,

He was always going back up to his room,

And he slammed the door.

My face was numb, my arms went limp

And my legs buckled. I watched

The squares on the kitchen floor go up

And down. The bicyclists

On the wallpaper moved.

My heart became bloated with sadness.

More than ever before.

It dropped, like a water balloon

Falling to the sidewalk

From a second story window

With a never ending anticipation

Of destruction.

poem by Francis Santaquilani
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Broken From Inside

I am broken from inside.
Into a thousand of pieces.
There is nothing left for me.
Not a single thing.

It's too much.I can't take it.
I can't even face it.
I can't even share it.
It's so difficult.

Difficult as always.
Nothing but rage.
Rage like middle-age.
I am in a bird cage.

Cage is hard as anything.
I can't come out.
Makes me wonder.
When to come out.

Thousands of words in my mind.
Nothing but give me sunshine.
Shining as always.
Through out my ages.

Life becomes hard.
When you think it's hard.
When you think it's easy.
Everything is easy.

I have a dream.
Which I can only see.
Seeing is easy.
Believing is hard.

poem by Yash Pradhan
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Am I not a person?

Am I not a person?

It would appear.
That im not a person.
Not quite human.
More like a zombie so to say.

Am I not a person?
That is the question.
Im not a person.
Not quite human.

An emotionless wrekage.
Within the walls of brakeage.
Am I not quite a person?

Im not quite humane.
Not quite the person.
I once used to be.

Am I a person?
Or just a big mess.
And a sorry excuse
For a person?

Im not quite a person.
This I do now no.
Im more like a zombie.

Am I not quite a person.
Nope Im not.

I just one sad sorry mess.
A zombie of my formerself.
Just a sad sorry mess.
And a pethetic excuse
For a life.

Amy Kerswell

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Growing Up The Hard Way

Hes got nothing to say, hes got no excuse
Hes just made that way, and hes gonna stay that way
Like a dog on the loose in a firework display in a world of his own
No, no, no, he wont back down or go running back home
Hes come a long way in life
Hes got a long way to go
He dont even know, he dont care because
Hes growing up the hard way
In and out of trouble every day
Growing up the hard way
Now no tellin where youll end up, boy
And hes got nothing to say, like hes lost for the worlds, his mind is in a daze
Thats his way, its just a little game he plays
Hes got nowhere to run while the city sleeps he wanders alone
Cuttin through the steel and the hearts of stone
Hes come a long way in life
Hes got a long way to go
He dont even know, but he dont care because
Hes growing up the hard way
In and out of trouble every day
Growing up the hard way
Youd better walk the straight and narrow
Growing up the hard way
In and out of trouble every day
Growing up the hard way
Never know what youre in for, boy
Hes come a long way in life
Hes got a long way to go
He dont wanna know, and he dont care because
Hes growing up the hard way
In and out of trouble every day
Hes growing up the hard way
Yeah, and hes gonna stay that way
You see, hes growing up the hard way
Walk the straight and narrow yeah, maybe someday
But still hes growing up the hard way
Its just the way hes grown up
Yeah, growing up the hard way
There aint no other way
Growing up the hard way

song performed by by Foreigner
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The Sparkling Skull

The death mask's eyes sparkle
and a chill goes down my spine
but wait, before i lose my head
I'll tell you bout this friend of mine
who visits on the day of the dead.
with the colors so vibrant, and the face
so white, its hard to believe that I don't get a fright.
The icing is so hard, and the shell is so sweet,
that this candy is difficult to eat.
I relish the taste of this marvelous treat
and my sweet tooth always claims defeat.
All year I savor the taste of this candy
and whenever I eat it I feel quite dandy.
Oh, I fear, its only onec a year
and then I shed some tears.

poem by RebozoAna Rosa
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Only A Vision

I cant see you when I look at you
Only see you in my memory
When I find you its just outside my sight line
Between experience and fantasy
Dont bear up to close inspection
Close inspection of the cold hard facts
Blow in and out of my life like a spirit
My eye cant see you but my mind reacts
Only a vision in the corner of my eye
Only a vision that I see out of the corner of my eye
Only a vision
Said you loved me
Heard that plain as day
I should lose this
Vision fade away
Whats holding on to me
Just some state of mind
Feelings coming on
One more time
Close inspection
Ive checked this out again and again
And it wont respond to cold hard facts
Then you blow in and out of my life like a spirit
My mind knows better but my heart reacts
Only a vision in the corner of my eye
Only a vision that I see out of the corner of my eye
Only a vision girl
I wish that vision that Im seeing was real

song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Wisdom and Knowledge

“Knowing others is wisdom and knowing yourself is enlightenment.”
How could a shy girl speak like this with so nice comment?
Well I could judge about her sharp intelligence and brilliance
She was at her full zenith and came to be aligned with variance

“Stand up for what you say and assert “
These were not the words spoken at the concert
These all came from well balanced mind’
I decided yet more to make bid and find

She had all the blessed vision
Not at all with double mind sans confusion
How could she say” would go rather in dark”
But not in light if that needs good start

You rested the idea with her contention
God understands language without any mention
It is how you sincerely project and prevail
Otherwise there is smooth passage for sail

Life seemed to her a learning process
Only you simply wanted the easy access
If that was showered upon you by almighty
There was no way of blocking such natural beauty

It is nice to a know person who is at distant place
Some times we are misguided by looking at face
You can’t judge a person his noble or bad intentions
Yet we know about it by our own inhibitions

To know a person means to scale height of mountain
It is difficult to lay hand on information and obtain
Even though that may not be difficult in context
It can’t be hidden or kept secret under any pretext

As I saw her keeping eyes and heads down
She had contention and observation of her own
Even though it may not be harmful to see through
It gives to many doubts as how it can be true

Life can prove very difficult if seen with restricted angles
It may form tragic and even love triangles
Yet we are used to it and carry on with resolve
Settle in life with problems and peacefully solve

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Mind Is An Oyster

The heart, can only be as open as the mind.
The mind, the creator of my world.
Not the world, but my world.
The mind, building walls.
Walls of fear, resentment and bitterness.
The spirit is trapped.
Bouncing from heart to mind.
Like a ping pong ball.
For it is my mind that is closed.
I listened to the teachings of other closed minded teachers.
They speak of a peace, they do not have.
The preach of a love, that they still seek.
The world is my oyster.
My mind is an oyster.
To find the pearl, the shell must first open up.
It is once the mind opens, I can connect to the source.
The source that tells me I am the true treasure.
I see so many closed shells.
For their pearl is as brilliant as mine.
But through the closed shell it cannot be seen.
They do not know they are just as rich as I.
So they try to take mine, because their shell is too difficult to open.
My shell is open.
I do not want your treasure for myself,
I have my own.
I am content.
I want your shell to open,
I want you and the world to see the brilliance of yours.
For it is when the mind opens,
Your true life will begin.

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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O my God excuse me

O my God excuse me
Excuse me.
Without borrowing and
Without stealing
It is quite impossible
To live with dignity
And what is dignity
I am unable to understand
O God excuse me.

O my God excuse me
Excuse me.
Being human
I be committed to
Public cause
I am not able to do it
O God excuse me.

O my God excuse me
Excuse me.
I am unable to practice
Tolerance and create
Nuisance
I am unable to understand
O God excuse me.

O my God excuse me
Excuse me.
The mistake I have done
And the punishment
I have got
O God excuse me
Excuse me.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Double Vision

Feeling down n dirty, feeling kinda mean
Ive been from one to another extreme
This time I had a good time, aint got time to wait
I wanna stick around till I cant see straight
Fill my eyes with that double vision, no disguise for that double vision
Ooh, when it gets through to me, its always new to me
My double vision gets the best of me
Never do more than I really need
My mind is racing, but my bodys in the lead
Tonights the night, Im gonna push it to the limit
I live all of my years in a single minute
Fill my eyes with that double vision, no disguise for that double vision
Ooh, when it gets through to me, its always new to me
My double vision always seems to get the best of me - the best of me, yeah
Ooh, double vision, I need my double vision
It takes me out of my head, takin me out of my head
I get my double vision, oh, seeing double double
Oh, I have double vision, yeah, Im getting double vision... (to fade)

song performed by by Foreigner
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Fair Go Of Anyone We Should Not Deny

Those who judge people by their colour or their creed or their race
The spirit of the fair go could never embrace
But eventually the reality they have to face
That in the twenty first century for their sort of thinking there isn't a place.

Of what I say here to all races apply
A fair go of anyone we should not deny
Those who are prejudiced towards others in their ways are small
Long live the great beauty in a fair go for all.

As we know prejudice and racism is only based on ignorance and fear
And of such negative stuff I don't wish to read of or hear
Their thinking is out of touch and it would seem fair to say
That it is out of place in the World of today.

One fact in black, brown and white and facts never lie
Is that we are mere mortals and born to die
And whoever you are you deserve a fair go
And may happiness and luck in your life you do know

poem by Francis Duggan
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Running From Yourself

As people say you can run but you damn sure can’t hide, if you are running from yourself....

Your problems and who you are STOP where you stand you have nowhere to go.

There is no rock to hide under, no hills to climb into; the answer should be very clear once you stop and search within.

Running from yourself only brings you pain as it clouds the mind and shakes up the brain.

Who are you?
Where shell you go?

Click your heels together for there is no place like home.

We are in a time frame where we no longer face what is wrong or fix the problem, no we will walk away so fast as our feet will allow as if it has never existed.

Running from yourself should make you tried for the end of your road is near. Soon you will have too look in the mirror, look at the person who is looking back at you and facing your fears that you have been running from for so many years.

We as people assume that it’s hard then what it really is. The question you should start with is.

do you love yourself? Why are you running?

Running from yourself only causes more problems then what it is worth, you start with placing the blame on other people then yourself, your had a hard life, your childhood was bad, your lost dreams, your children..

Your lover even the man in the moon STOP! ! Please just STOP and let it go for the bible tells us if you search you shell find; search your heart for peace of mind

poem by Kimbaline Navas
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It is not so difficult a task to plant new truths, as to root out old errors for there is this paradox in men, they run after that which is new, but are prejudiced in favor of that which is old.

quote by Charles Caleb Colton
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I did not get what I desired

I got
What I did not desire
I did not get
What I desired
I became frustrated
Started complaining
Agony increased
Irritability mounted
My behavior
Kept changing
Became worse
Day by day
My concentration
Lapsed
Till I quit working
I went into a shell
Life became a hell
My mother
Guessed my pain
Asked me
Do I remember?
What I got
Even without asking
Thank god for
What he gave me
Have little patience
Remain calm
Keep working hard
There can be delay
But success
Never stays away
God gives to those
Who have?
Faith and trust in him
Pray and live like
A good human being
I realized my weaknesses
Followed the path
My mother
Had shown to me
I became happy
In what I could get
Never cribbed again
For what I could not get
11-09-2011
1489-61-09-11

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Prejudice and Racism

Prejudice

I don't like him or her or them
because they are
white, black, Asian, European, Middle Eastern,
Jewish, Christian, Muslim, Atheist,
those narrow-minded vegetarians,
and those cruel murderers who eat meat.
Look at those geeks, and nerds, and goths.
Why would anyone want to be emo or scene?
What kind of loser likes classical music and books?
Look at those disgraces to humanity
who have tattoos and piercings.
Look at how fat she is, and how skinny he is!
You jocks and preppy girls, you think you are so good.
Obviously anyone who watches TV or drinks beer is a bum,
and don't you hate those teens always texting on their phones?

People are prejudiced
against everyone and everything,
how you look, and what you do,
whether you are young or old,
male or female, what you believe and what you don't.
And let us not forget those people
who are prejudiced against people
who are prejudiced.

Racism

The blacks
the whites
the Asians
the Indians
the Middle Easterns
the Italians
the Jews
the Mexicans
the Russians
the Chinese
the Japanese
the English
the French

the humans.

No matter where you are from
there are people who will hate you
because of your race and nationality.

You cannot control
where you are born
nor your heritage
any more
than you can control
being a human.

Yet, that does not matter
to the racists.

Why would you judge someone
on such a silly thing?

Does it really make a difference
whether you were born here or there?

Does the color of your skin
affect your mind, heart, or soul?

Do the faults of our ancestors
become our faults?

Perhaps,
perhaps race does matter.
Perhaps someone who is white
is intrinsically different
than someone who is black.
Perhaps all Asians
are different
than Europeans.

It is true,
that certain characteristics
are more common in some races than others -
stereotypes do not form without reason.
Yet even so,
even if a stereotype does apply to a race,
does that make the race good or bad?
And even if a stereotype does apply to a race,
can that stereotype be applied
to every member of the race?

Is not every single person in the world
different and unique?
Can there never be exceptions to rules?
Must you really hate someone
because of where they are from
and who there parents are?

poem by Zachary Zuccaro
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