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Without forcing us

Now I have to go and get ready
that I can go out,
before the fatalism
catches me
and I wonder where it fit into religion.

If you first have to consider
if everything you do
are influenced by fate
and if God maybe
controls it on His own
and try and life
as if you first have got to get
His act of will for it,
life passes you
with time.

God is everywhere
and yet He leaves a choice
of how our lives go
without forcing us
into a set pattern.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Instead, there were a variety of controls of which some could be influenced by bankers, some could be influenced by the government, and some could hardly be influenced by either.

quote by Carroll Quigley
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Fates fickle hand

I have missed so many years of your life, but I know fate did not have us set to collide until it was ready

Most people place demands on relationships that are impossible,
making it impossible.

Love is but a moment in time, which only lovers can extend to fill their lives as long as they want it too

You have invited me in as I am, and that alone leaves me awestruck at times

Eventually you did collide with my heart

Love found its place amongst debris that was there

Sweeping away the dross, making a clean start in which to flourish

Fate has at last taken my hand and said now is the time

poem by Gordon D Wilkinson
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Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,

Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
Then I am ready to go!
Just a look at the horses --
Rapid! That will do!

Put me in on the firmest side,
So I shall never fall;
For we must ride to the Judgment,
And it's partly down hill.

But never I mind the bridges,
And never I mind the sea;
Held fast in everlasting race
By my own choice and thee.

Good-by to the life I used to lives,
And the world I used to know;
And kiss the hills for me, just once;
Now I am ready to go!

poem by Emily Dickinson
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Dusk and Dying

Dusk purple trees reach out high,
Gently brushing the Cotton Candy sky,
The nostalgic horizon passes by
And time races toward the time to die.
And I cannot help but wonder “But Why”?
Time is simply passing by, passing by,
Passing by….
But does it pause for me? Not I.
For me time simply passes by,
Like these leaves that patch this somber sky,
Time simply passes by
Like these leaves that have dried,
Skipping over the concrete, so spry.
“Simply live and let live! ” I try,
But life and living keep passing me by.
So, as my verse so aptly implies,
Whether I live, or whether I die,
I simply bid you fond goodbyes,
Like the sun as it sinks ‘low the cotton candy skies…

poem by Rachel L. Moore
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Somewhere in this big city

Somewhere in this big city
a man lives alone
in a big old house,
of which the roof
has been rusting for a while.

There’s khaki bush and weeds
in what was once a garden
and his car
is gathering dust in the garage,
when in the early morning
he catches a bus to work.

a Runaway truck
went straight over
his wife and child
and it’s as if,
he never can live past
that event.

At times he buys flowers
before he walks through
rows of graves,
where on his own
he thinks about the
aimlessness of life.

Although he is neatly shaven
and dressed well
when he does his
assignments at work,
he almost never
talks with anyone
and no woman
or anything catches his eye
and he lives within himself
and are scared
to get a life again.

poem by Gert Strydom
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To be born again

every beginning is a choice, a choice that ends, where
everything is finish, it is a change of the decision, to accept
all what blinds to your doubt

a stand point of what you believed, that all rest in your faith,
and this would brings your unseen words to grasp the
meaning of what is not sure, but real in truth

to be born again, lives many torn harvested in every hearts
and soul that bleeds for joy, to fancy expression of people
to be seen, very revealing to breath, that life is freezing out to
be blew its melted incense in every one's decision to believe,
the oneness of God in our resisting soul

the passion that never be stopped, the silence that blink only
when it cried, to the mocking of the immortality of the soul, the
flesh that linger, to leave when time gives up, well it be the hope
that tells the day is today

to be washed in the ocean of forgiveness, cleansing the
memories of uncertainty of fate, and ready to surrender, to the
everlasting life awaits, emerging beauty that gives today after
tomorrow, the assurance of eternity

in the fountain of truth, lives every memories to lean on the echo
of our soul, coming to close the chapter, that life we live takes
a another steps to be born again, just to die....and live again

poem by Antonio Liao
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A new day

almost it ended, before it started, when all
what is given is losing its grip, the journey
becomes a hoax to survive

take all the chances to pursue what is
being started, for it is just a beginning of
what is a new day for all of us

it is always the inner voice, which is stronger
than what you see in your naked eyes, all
the way your passion carried out your
pleasure to remember that maturity is but
a wonderful experienced of what is life

this comfort zone, tells us the intriguing story
where and what life has reach to know more
of what is self redeeming, knowing that the
past reveals and controls everything life
exposes to the real you

a new day has elude my fears, a choice that
today anything that seen and what it comes
has consume my illusion, and now I am in
control of what I wanted in life, a new day has
come to witness the true in me to you

I am in you and you are in me, in this garden of
life, a reveling truth that a new day has started
to sprout in our lives

poem by Antonio Liao
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Choice of life

Human have a gift named a choice
Human have an illusion named a choice
There is no other creature that should decide more to live

Human have a hope called a choice
Human have despair called a choice
There is no other creature that trapped often in such continuous and repeat conflict

Some could turn good because one choice
Some could turn bad because one choice
All have the consequence but right or wrong will never be known before

Human have a wish for a choice
Human have regret for a choice
There is no other creature that always goes between happiness and sorrow

When a choice made not all may be satisfied
When a choice made not all may be rescued
But the change will never happened if we stay silent

Human have fate to choose
Human also choose their fate
The interaction of those things will create what people called the choice of life

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Time

Time
~
A week, a month and a day
time passes inconsistent
and still remains unchanging
just the reflection it leaves
divides thought and opinion
it waits for no man
nor like the tide can be tamed
time is fleeting yet lasting
the eternal contradiction
of philosophy and faith
time is age and youth
life and death irrespective
it passes only as we see it
a week, a month and a day
time continues onwards

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Are You Ready?

Are you ready, are you ready?
Are you ready, are you ready?
Are you ready to meet jesus?
Are you where you ought to be?
Will he know you when he sees you
Or will he say, depart from me?
Are you ready, hope youre ready.
Am I ready, am I ready?
Am I ready, am I ready?
Am I ready to lay down my life for the brethren
And to take up my cross?
Have I surrendered to the will of god
Or am I still acting like the boss?
Am I ready, hope Im ready.
When destruction cometh swiftly
And theres no time to say a fare-thee-well,
Have you decided whether you want to be
In heaven or in hell?
Are you ready, are you ready?
Have you got some unfinished business?
Is there something holding you back?
Are you thinking for yourself
Or are you following the pack?
Are you ready, hope youre ready.
Are you ready?
Are you ready for the judgment?
Are you ready for that terrible swift sword?
Are you ready for armageddon?
Are you ready for the day of the lord?
Are you ready, I hope youre ready.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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The fate of a life

Everybody
Lives In hope
Have l
Two of faith in fate
Keeps on working
Trying to fulfill
The dreams
One saw
If one succeeds
Its hard work for
Him
Fate for others
If he fails
It’s fate for him
Lack of hard work
For others
Life
Goes on and on
End of the day
When one dies
It’s the fate
Which seals
The fate of a life

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Life Passes Us By All Too Soon

I wasn't sure what was around the corner
In fact my head was up there on high
Never had I seen it all coming
But one day I suddenly opened my eyes
Life Passes Us By All Too Soon-
Hand in hand we both walked along
Your smile meant everything to me
How I recall all those years we spent
And now I'm left to only believe
Life Passes Us By All Too Soon-
I never gave it much a thought I admit
Like a child I never gave it much care
One day that all finally changed
When I turned for you and you wasn't there
Life Passes Us By All Too Soon-
So now I think back to those days gone
As I walk alone and think of you
Forget you never this is what I feel
But life has shown me something new
Life Passes Us By All Too Soon-

poem by Suelynn Walters
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Patterns

The night sets softly
With the hush of falling leaves,
Casting shivering shadows
On the houses through the trees,
And the light from a street lamp
Paints a pattern on my wall,
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Or a child's uneven scrawL
Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow Little room,
As I lie upon my bed
In the early evening gloom.
Impaled on my wall
My eyes can dimly see
The pattern of my life
And the puzzle that is me.
>From the moment of my birth
To the instant of my death,
There are Patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe each breath.
Like a rat in a maze
The path before me lies,
And the pattern never alters
Until the rat dies.
And the pattern still remains
On the wall where darkness fell,
And it's fitting that it should,
For in darknesss I must dwell.
Like the color of my skin,
Or the day that I grow old,
My life is made of Patterns
That can scarcely be controlled.

song performed by by Paul Simon
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Our subconscious minds have no sense of humor, play no jokes and cannot tell the difference between reality and an imagined thought or image. What we continually think about eventually will manifest in our lives. Unfortunately most of us are completely unaware of this fact and we do not monitor our thoughts with the care needed so that we can create in our lives the results we say we want. Since the great majority of people do not feel worthy and deserving of abundant good fortune, radiant good health and total success in all areas of their lives that overriding thought pattern controls the results people get. The first order of business of anyone who wants to enjoy success in all areas of his
her life is to take charge of the internal dialogue they have and only think, say and behavior in a manner consistent with the results they truly desire.

quote by Sidney Madwed
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Wake Up America

Wake up America, Why can’t you see,
An evil is pursuing both you and me,
We must wake up, I issue this plea,
Nations are falling, for all to see.

To conquer the world, is evils desire,
To take away freedoms, for all they acquire,
Not only for us, but their own they require,
To control your life, is their desire.

Wake up America, not later but now,
Religion is used, as their golden plow,
To take your freedoms, to make you bow,
The freedom that’s yours, they will not allow

A religion of many, it’s theirs to choose,
A right that’s fair which they should not loose,
The right to worship, but not to excuse,
A terrorist action and a religion they misuse

Wake up America, before it’s too late,
For one’s you love, and children’s fate,
To choose your life, you cannot abate,
For the sword is thrust, At America’s fate.

poem by B.J. Ayers
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Patterns

The night sets softly
With the hush of falling leaves
Casting shivering shadows
On the houses through the trees
And the light from a street lamp
Paints a pattern on my wall
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Or a child's uneven scrawl
Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow little room
As I lie upon my bed
In the early evening gloom
Impaled on my wall
My eyes can dimly see
The pattern of my life
And the puzzle that is me
From the moment of my birth
To the instant of my death
There are patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe each breath
Like a rat in a maze
The path before my lies
And the pattern never alters
Until the rat dies
And the pattern still remains
On the wall where darkness fell
And it's fitting that it should
For in darkness I must dwell
Like the color of my skin
Or the day that I grow old
My life is made of patterns
That can scarcely be controlled

song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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Live Your Life

Screw off Renee with you religion,
you want a job, you'll need it everyday.
Elly's a cutie but you like to be with Erin;
Your'e not an alcoholic. Is that the
reason why, why do you give all your
money away. Why? Why do you give when
you have to pay. 'Cause when Scot is here
Live your life, not religion.
Life your life; Life your life not religion
a few million times with Melvin, then the song ends.

song performed by by NOFX
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Bag of Bones

Just a bag of bones
At which life throws its stones
Time passes, I hear them creak
If only they could speak
Ask now! Before it's too late
Of their life and fate
I hear them groan
Against life's pressure
Against others measure
Am I just a bag of bones?

RG

poem by Robert Green
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Early Works - Time Out

Deep within the blackness
lay the barriers
known to all as time
with depths much deeper
than the boundaries of hell.
Within each boundary
lie one day,
one year,
and one century.

And still within the blackness
lies more barriers
known to all as the future
with heights higher than heaven,
which are guided by the hand of fate.

Time rules our lives
and fate rules time
to the extent
it causes destruction
or gives life to those in need.

Time can be a killer
and time can be a prayer,
time can be helpful
and time can be a menace.

Unlike anything on earth,
time has no ending,
where life can cease to be
time will carry on
even when all life has gone.

Time to us is just a word
for one cannot see time;
one cannot feel time,
though one can define time
as a passing.

We all live within a life cycle
where time is all around us.
Though we cannot see time,
it is a constant ruler
within our lives.

Time is measured for travel
in light,
in sound,
in speed.

Time is measured for life
in seconds,
in minutes,
in hours,
in years,
in centuries.

But time is only a word
and the meaning is so complex
that the real meaning
is hard
to explain.

Except that, life
as we know it
would never really
exist
without time.

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Authors Note:
Originally the title of this piece was Time, but I changed it for Time Out as I realised I had already written two later pieces with the same title. I believe this was written in the late 1960 and was the first piece with the title. On of my very early poems from the construction of it. Please do judge me too harshly because of it.

poem by David Harris
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Hand In Hand

Sometimes in life
When you're not unsure
Of things that make it right or wrong
When, were, how and why does this carry on

You then ask yourself
with uncertainty and doubt
If at times what you learn
is indeed the truth
General things that affect your life
Often affect the way you think

A person dies and a baby cries
And you wonder is that all there is in life
Religion, war, societies will there ever be world peace

Time passes on as the sands of time
Slowly takes away your strife
Because as you grow you live and learn
You taste the knowledge, the tree of life

Many will say that's not the way
In spirit you must always be
But to hold them both
Hand in hand is the only way to be

poem by Kaila George
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