At the cross road
When I stood at life’s cross road
in a time of dire straits
and called on the Almighty one
and the world still went on,
He decided in His time
and even out of destruction
brought something great to me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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At cross road
Never but at cross road,
Are we at cross road?
Is there any load?
Why not we meet?
Even at cross road.
Are we blood thirsty?
And care for no one,
who may come but none?
Doesn’t concern everyone?
Even at cross road.
Can we not share?
Misery and poverty,
happiness and unhappiness,
hunger and roofless human,
even at cross road.
Why do we cut?
Burn the green forest,
and big trees,
do we want disaster?
Even at cross road.
Rain is scarce,
food also less,
nature is finished,
no bloom for ever,
even at cross road.
Why do we cut throat?
Merely for greed,
does the religion preach?
Priests or heads just teach
Even at cross road.
I may not survive,
peace may not revive,
nobody will also survive,
we will soon be extinct,
even at cross road.
Time is running out,
Still human race is not out,
We may still be in,
Kindness may be over,
Even at cross road,
Life is worth to live in,
forget not but just be in,
embrace but not embarrass them,
help but not reject them
Even at cross road.
We May still not adopt,
remain at large but not still opt,
is the nature so cruel?
Kill and get also killed?
Even at cross road
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Across the Road
To cross or not to cross
was all I thought
when I saw her face across the road.
Her eyes was set as though she lost her soul,
so lost like she is never in this world.
She never minded her shadow on the ground...
her watch as if to melt under her stare,
tic tacked not faster than her heartbeat
for she thought her head was on her feet-
At last, she looked my way
and her pretty face paled.
Suddenly she stood still as though
she gasped some air from death to life...
I can't escape her stare.
To cross or not to cross, I never thought
when across the road she merely stood
nearly meeting her shadow on the ground.
I closed my eyes- I heard the sound
of her crying heart, I found
myself walking away with the woman on my side.
It pained to see her that way cry...
just because I couldn't cross the road for her.
It pained to watch her die.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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The Middle Class
Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And doing the best they can to make ends meet,
While that gap is widening fast.
Exhausted from swimming in debts and credit.
And unable to afford the keeping up of appearances.
Although they support those standards they value...
Those that have given up such tasks,
Can not convince them their beliefs have been trashed.
Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And as they hold onto dreams quickly slipping away,
Deluded they remain that changes made aren't here to stay.
Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And even though the sight of this continues to be sad,
Few are heard left to brag about what they own...
That others do not have.
Today...
Those struggling to maintain their middle class status,
Have one thing in common with those who are poor...
Wishing they had just a few dollars more!
And a door they can close to ignore what's going on.
Those days are gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dire Straits is a great band. Someone tells you they like """"Brothers in Arms"""" and immediately you know they're a stupid annoying git.
quote by Alexei Sayle
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Sonnet: Use Your Common-sense
The more in luxury, a life men lead,
The higher if they try to fly bird-like,
To wise sayings if they never pay heed,
The price to pay on earth, Nature does hike.
The risks of doing certain things are high;
The need to do or not must be foremost;
In every venture, many times men die;
Man must avoid those things which can turn worst.
A balance fine, God has placed in all things;
There are much things to solve right here on earth;
And yet, man wastes time, energy and sings!
In ‘spatial tunes’ unless ceases his breath.
God gave all men a sense called common-sense,
To use in dire straits and be less tense.
poem by John Celes
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Decided to Find the Core
When I awakened my last time from deep denial,
I decided to clear my eyes of wants.
And focused on just my needs.
I began to eliminate excess.
I rid my life of annoying pests and agitation.
I decided to find the core of my happiness.
Obstacles became more determined,
Not to see me succeed.
My path became blocked with foolishness.
Until...
I began to see things for what they were.
Even though they tormented me to see them differently.
When I awakened my last time from deep denial,
I decided to clear my eyes of wants.
And focused on just my needs.
Today...
Everything I'm wanting has become a daily desire.
And I thank the Almighty with excitement every morning.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Run On
(traditional - arranged by elvis presley)
Well you may run on for a long time
Run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time
Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down
Go tell that long tongued liar, oh well well
Go tell that midnight rider, oh well well
Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down
Stop God almighty let me tell you the news
My heads been wet with the midnight dews
Coming down on my bended knees
Talking to the man from galilee
My God spoke and he spoke so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of angels feet
He put one hand upon my head
Great God almighty let me tell you what he said
Go tell that long tongued liar, oh well well
Go tell that midnight rider, oh well well
Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down
Run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time,
Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down
You may throw your rock and hide your hand
Working in the dark against your fellow man
As sure as God made the day and the night
What you do in the dark will be brought to the light
You may run and hide, slip and slide
Trying to take the mote from your neighbours eyes
As sure as God made the rich and poor
You gonna reap just what you sow
Run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time
Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down
Go tell that long tongued liar, oh well well
Go tell that midnight rider, oh well well
Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down
Some people go to church just to sit in the fire
Trying to make a date with the neighbours wife
Brother let me tell you as sure as youre born
You better leave that woman alone
Because one of these days mark my word
You think that brother is going to work
And youll sneak up and knock on that door
Thats all brother youll knock no more
Run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time
Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down
Go tell that long tongued liar, oh well well
Go tell that midnight rider, oh well well
Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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A Shattered Life
I look around at a shattered life
that I was trying to build.
Meddlers came in and ruined
the comforting solace I had.
They turned the life I had
into their own confused state
and wanting to leave it there,
discarding what I held precious,
which was no use in their eyes.
They saw only destruction
and not the demise of someone’s life.
What didn’t suit their purpose
held nothing for them
but getting rid of someone’s joy
brought great pleasure to them.
They worked with great fever
to dismantle someone’s life
throwing away what meant nothing to them.
They saw no tears of anguish
for their senseless meddling,
nor the hidden hurt inflicted.
To them it meant nothing
tearing someone else’s world apart.
They were blind to others pleasure
only to what was their own.
What they like and wanted could stay.
They started their destruction
by throwing someone else’s life away
and never with remorse
at what they might be doing.
Now I look around at only
the remnants of a shattered life.
22 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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When Time Stood Still
Far beyond the things you see
Time rolls on eternally
Got a thing about it
Just cant live without it
Sitting there inside your mind
Just waiting for the clock to chime
On a lonely line
Stood a lonely man
No pictures on an empty wall
No body there no one at all
Just echoes in the ivory halls
When time stood still
Days line up outside the door
Thought time had stopped there was no more
Been a lonely world
Such a lonely world
No pictures on an empty wall
No toulouse, vincent, or pablo
Just echoes in the ivory halls
When time stood still
No big machine or april showers
No submarines no plastic flowers
Just echoes in the ivory towers
When time stood still
When time stood still
When time stood still
When time stood still
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Under The Influence
I don't listen to and care even
As you have pushed me and often driven,
Kept no words with full promise
I fear for life with early demise
Through out life I longed for those sweet words
Waited for them to fall like flowers on the roads
I grounded my ears to hear your mild foot steps
You made it like cat walk and as if to offer slap
Who made the cross road and why it is called?
Who raise the obstacles and why it is called wall?
Who pushed from the back and now can't be called as fall?
It is you who stood on the way and now blame on all
I shall listen to every thing from the grave
Raise my head silently and call self as brave
It is you to whom I devoted entire life
I dared not to wed you and made as wife
May be the situation at that time was different
From surface it did not look easy and apparent
But I did not create any noise or hue and cry
As I was very much down to earth and felt shy
You too remained adamant and under the influence
You tried to raise it but got no ample chance
We both failed to come at one point even at once
We never sought or lamented others absence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Over The Falls
They broke out in laughter again,
His lip beaded with sweat as they strapped him in,
And he stood by and waited to be called.
The talk was of times that had gone by
And the quantity and quality of women they lie.
His eyes welled with wet and his mouth had gone dry.
As he stood by and waited to be called.
He stood by and waited to be called.
He stood by and waited like the others before
For his turn to go over the falls.
He got up and tried it again.
For lack of persistence is surely a sin.
As he stood by and waited to be called,
He looked to the lightning with glee
And admired his vessel for its symmetry,
Feeling twelve units shy of a bachelors degree.
As he stood by and waited to be called.
He stood by and waited to be called.
He stood by and waited like the others before
For his turn to go over the falls.
song performed by by Primus
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A Poem
Do I belong? I question myself
One more time anxiously, while
Waiting for permission to script
A preface to passionate musing
Called life..! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
My maiden flight into the
untitled world of desire
Lands softly on the
Flowerbed of compassion.
Nobody knows how long
I am going to stay here
And now at the level crossing
Of the dream road.
Like a few drops of dew
Frozen in wait for
The perennial touch of dawn
That is yet to dissolve the
Substantial shadow of doubts.
Ah! You didn't know? Asks the time
As i stood visibly confused
About the fading life-line
Caught in the cycle of rebirth
Preparing for its return journey.
Weapons of Mass Destruction
The Holy Roman Empire and Alexander The Great
Exterminate the globe, with extreme prejudice,
A Weapon of Mass Destruction
The European Inquisition, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
The Holy Christian Crusades, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
The Manifest Destiny and land expansion, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
Globalization and commercialization of the many rain forests,
A Weapon of Mass Destruction
Comprehensive sanctions is economic violence,
A Weapon of Mass Destruction
The procreation of religion and God, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
Democratizing the whole world, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
The extermination of The Iroquois Confederation, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
World domination the salvation of, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
War, is the greatest Weapon of Mass Destruction
The justification for annihilation of, The Constitution
The constitution of retribution, the absolution of, A Weapon of Mass Destruction.
poem by Josephine DixonBanks
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Now I'm having the time of my life being on the road with one of the world's all-time great big bands, and performing with symphonies. I wouldn't trade it for anything.
quote by Doc Severinsen
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And Now The Straight Man In My Mind
like poles repel
that is the straight man's dire strait
fearing what likeness he has in the mirror
of his world, shying away from the possibilities
of love and loving the person who needs it
more and worst than anybody
the confused, the disturbed wants him loved
and hugged and just even to share a drink with him
in one of the loneliest nights in their lives
he cannot love any one like him
he has not known what love is
the one that gives
and never takes
something in return
straight man in dire straits of possibilities
how can you ever love the one who loves you most?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Follow Me
Chorus:
Reign, most high
Almighty reign, most high
Almighty i, most high
What good is for a man to gain the whole world
Yet lose of forfeit his very self?
He must deny himself and
Take up his cross daily and follow me
If anyone is ashamed of me and my words,
Then I will be ashamed of him
When the time comes, in his glory, we will rise
Chorus
I tell you the truth, some of you who are standing here
Will not taste death before they see jah
Creation come with his power
What can a man give in exchange for his own
Soul he cannot save?
When the time comes, in his glory, we will rise
Chorus
When the time comes, in his glory, we will rise
song performed by by P.O.D.
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That Peace And Silence is In your heart!
Before the birth of universe,
Before the birth of star and universe,
Before the birth of space and time,
Before the eternal vibration,
there was grand silence,
And that is still in your heart!
Before the birth of Earth,
Before the birth of stars an Sun,
There was love and love brought elements,
And elements joined hands in love,
And the affinities and hinderences,
On the bass of background vibration AUM,
Dance of creation and destruction,
Started with its own orchestra,
Brought the stage show called life,
And that eternal Truth,
May one call it God,
Or Almighty, is watching its own dance,
Silently seated in every heart,
Find in your own heart
that silent witness!
Peace and silence of that truth,
Is all eloquent,
Great orator, always sit silent when others talk,
Silently picking word by word,
Gross and subtle meanings of all sentences,
Look at its patience,
Patiently waiting for end of dance of desires,
Speech of own ignorance,
And music of all dualities,
Duet music of nature and immature souls!
That peace is not lost,
Its silence is proof of its presence,
Its presence is basis of life,
Its own nature is above,
Above all perspectives and perceptives
Game of love of energy and matter!
found in nature!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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A Sad Tale
I saw him last drinking native wine
In a wooden cart he called his home
A far cry from a lovely house he called his own
Ahh, life had brought his misery
Eyes for him were one's of envy
His family adored him immensely
But now all is gone, his family, his friends
No one wanted to be in his company
In pain, his drinking came to an end
I stood there, by that lonely road again
Hoping to see him to ease his pain
Weeping in silence...i know he died in vain
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Treasured First Time
I'll put on the box of memories
My first time to say 'I love you, Ma and Pa'
My first time to open my eyes in this world
My first time to cry breathlessly
I'll put on the box of learnings
My first time to feel the so-called 'Love'
My first time to accept God
My first time to ask forgiveness
I'll put on the box of success
My first time to stand on my own
My first time to celebrate victory
My first time to earn money
I'll put on the box of overcomings
My first time to feel broken-hearted
My first time to lose my direction
My first time to feel like discriminated
Until the day I close my book
I could have a great look
Once in my time
I have just completed my boxes of lifetime
poem by Sheldon Allen Saluta
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Lonely Road
i was walking a black, dark, lonely road
and the fear inside of me, i'm sure had shown.
then i reached to my neck, and took my cross in my hand
and prayed to the LORD above
for his guidance and his love, and that i may see some light.
when in front of me a figure stood
with a bright light radiating from him.
and the road turned from night to day
and i was able to walk my merry way.
they said that there was a total blackout that night.
and how did i get back, without a flashlight?
when i told them, what i had seen
they all began to ridicule me.
all the elders from the town
looked at me with a frown.
how can that possibly be
when it never happened to me?
i am the pastor of this congregation
and we have searched for our salvation.
then here you come and claim you saw a light
radiating from a figure in front of you
and you expect us to believe you too.
are you saying that you're better than us
for in GOD we also put our trust.
why would he choose you and not me?
this is something i can not see.
MAYBE! it's because i was on the road to destruction
and this sign was my obstruction.
and if that is not enough for you:
look at my hand which i held the cross
just so that you could see
that the sign is embedded in me. ++
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poem by Louis Rams
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