Volunteer To Be Happy
Sad things happen. Of this there's no doubt.
But that's not what this thought's all about.
When something goes wrong, most volunteer
To fall down and stop or stand up and cheer.
It's easy to fall when goblins are grand,
But there's something I don't understand.
And that's why some volunteer to be sad
For what could have been, since all is so bad.
Suns keep rising and there're always more springs,
So volunteer to be happy for these wondrous things.
Take off those shades and try a new style.
It's hard to feel bad when sporting a smile.
Why volunteer sadness when costs are so high?
It's like choosing death before having to die.
I guess only the lonely really know why.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Under current law volunteers who are not working with an official nonprofit organization are not covered by the Volunteer Protection Act. Therefore, there are absolutely no legal protections for the average American who wishes to volunteer.
quote by Jon Porter
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Bare Hands
Never volunteer
Or go near
Worship or pray for mercy
As he will show no pity
For right or wrong
He will have same song
Pull you away to far land
Where you will be only soul as friend
As we talk about death
Many may stop their breathe
As it is not only fearsome
But to many shocking and troublesome
God was wise enough to make it mandatory
Otherwise it would have been bribed and made obligatory
No one would have preferred early journey
Even if it was decided by almighty
You are aware that now kidney transplant is possible
Now lever plantation is also made easy from impossible
Now somebody may invent to replace complete heart box
So as the time passes, no one may fear then from death hoax
Every part will be prized high and replaced
Poor people may be searched and chased
They will volunteer and donate legally
Life may then become easy and like luxury
Thank god that death and destruction are the formidable weapon
In the hands of powerful almighty and used not as coupon
Still life has been considered as precious and priceless
We are still afraid of it but allow it to appear less
Even though life and death is not in our hands
We can make it as loving entity as that of friends
Let it come at its destined time
Why to worry it in advance sometimes?
As legend story speaks very clear
We should live on without any fear
Who ever has taken birth in this land?
He has to leave it with bare hands
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Her Ornament
never really meant to volunteer
felt the urge to stretch after a yawn
and accidentally raised my hand
i just want to be her special
someone who will never pioneer
i prefer to watch the mudd break off her heels
and turn into cement
i just want to be her ornament
her shadow seems much cooler
camouflage myself
and plan a splendid entrance
i just want to be her situation pending expectation...
i just want to be her ornament
i never really meant to volunteer
i fought the urge to stretch after a yawn
and accidentally lost my head
i just want to be her exploitation and abbreviation...
i just want to be her ornament
song performed by by Verve Pipe
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Infinity Machine
a sudden stop and then i woke up
with vertigo in the wrong place
everybody back home laughing there
goes one more throw away
always alone
i imagen when they turned it on they said
farewell when i said id
volunteer i thought it might be a
good thing
to enlighten in a time bend
away from warm bed homeless hoping
and up i imagine
when they turned
it on the forgot to wan me theres
no comedown when your on
your own looking for changed while the fate
swing loses control while your head spins you cant see it coming while
you fall into your calling one man alone infinity machine
hold my head hold my hand hold my
breath and now
always running from the sun always a need
for recovery never happy in a stand still
never listened to bullshit broken or whole
song performed by by I Mother Earth
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Who Is Going To Get The Credit For It
Volunteering one's time in some communities,
Has led to the experience or receiving indignities...
By some.
In areas where egos are high in number.
And years are clocked for doing the slightest thing.
Volunteering one's time in some communities,
Where neglect has been obviously done...
By those peacocking nonstop providing lip service.
Can be detrimental to one's generosity of spirit.
Volunteering one's time in these atmospheres,
Can pose a threat,
To those who are accustomed to complaining.
They will state their issues have been overlooked.
And what is it really wished personally by someone donating time.
Since they have had the time themselves
And nothing seems to have gotten done.
These comments are unbelievably 'consciously' stated.
'Perhaps those who volunteer can assist in correcting this? '
~And who is going to get the credit for it?
We want to know this! That's our main priority.
Why should they get the credit for something we can do? ~
'Uh...yeah. There is a problem.
Solving it may take more than what a volunteer can offer.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Opening Scenerio
Someone takes a job volunteering,
To protect a segment of a neighborhood...
Where those living in it have allowed crime to nourish,
To ignore as if to encourage it.
The volunteer carries a gun.
Not only to protect himself.
But everyone living in this neighborhood infested,
To protect them from thugs and common thieves.
No one else wanted to volunteer to protect themselves,
FROM 'themselves'.
Someone decides they want to play 'thug' for the night.
Inviting confrontation.
That person gets shot.
And no one pours out from inside their bolted doors,
To rush to see what was going on.
Does it really matter who is or is not innocent?
When wild animals are running around rampant in a zoo?
And there is only ONE zookeeper 'volunteering'...
To protect those living in the safety of their locked cages,
While he...
The volunteer,
On personal time no one else seems to have the guts to find!
That is just the opening scenerio to this familiar saga.
It just happens to have gotten nationwide media coverage.
There is slime smeared all over the place...
Others rush to protect their kept delusions from public disgrace.
But...
Never to be examined are the facts from a broader view.
Or...
The originating of these dangers.
'Let us pray.
Help us to continue to stay blind for as long as possible,
To the facts of life. With a denial we desire to hold onto...
Everlasting. For many generations to come.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Simplicity Of Doubt
the absurd is not
actually sophisticated,
hand in hand with doubt
both stroll the park
of the obvious: the children
on the boat on the pond,
the mothers beside them,
the trees carrying
leaves with the dignity
of their roots,
the absurd laughs
at these pictures
of man made realities
and doubt smiles
about these illusions
since
what it knows is always
subject to the test
that these things the
following morning
may simply be
shadows
carried by too much
light
in a sense,
like a magician
things in themselves
volunteer for
their disappearances.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Kit For Survival
there is a time in
your life
you feel
when no one believes
you
anymore
and so
you must volunteer now
to believe in yourself
because if no one
can
you must
because there is
no other
more knowing and
understanding
more loving
and passionate
than
yourself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Difference
I can have wisdom AND knowledge,
With proof to show I do.
And be willing to volunteer my time away,
To those disrespecting I had valuable information,
That could benefit their lives.
And not ask from them a single dime.
I could be that person with no knowledge at all.
Had no wisdom to speak of and no time to volunteer.
But...
If I had made a name for myself,
And made 'claims' of my abilities.
With my name bright up in lights for all to see them flash,
People would flock to pay to see me.
And the doing of that may not be beneficial to them,
A bit.
But just to say they witnessed it.
The difference?
Someone who makes claims,
And has established a name...
With no wisdom to share proving knowledge is there,
Would be more respected to those not receiving benefit,
Than the one having what they need.
Why?
People have become more impressed,
By those addressing pretentions.
Than they are receiving opportunities,
Handed to them for free to meet their needs...
By those who do not impress them with image.
And those with image they seek to pay huge sums,
To get nothing for them done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love is not a volunteer thing.
quote by Samuel Richardson
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Accept the fact that we have to treat almost anybody as a volunteer.
quote by Peter Drucker
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At The Universe Central Saigon Hotel
time is different here
and so we have to pay an extra
day charge
there is no need to argue
we volunteer to be liable.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There is nothing Federal about local volunteer fire departments.
quote by Bobby Scott
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Research has shown that people who volunteer often live longer.
quote by Allen Klein
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I didn't volunteer; they asked me. I felt a duty to testify.
quote by Ramsey Clark
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Truth Of Space
This limpid truth is yours to face,
To volunteer and steer into space.
The medley of stars surrounds our vision,
Interwoven, installed and in circumcision.
The fading of the suns is like the stars,
Abolishing the inner cities created bazaars.
The trade between them is among them,
Shall nature of the galaxy condemn?
poem by Naveed Akram
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For The Final Time
For the final time
I will not be your bride
Please know that I am sorry
however I don't feel inside
the same way you claim to about me
I dropped my heart
Lost it along the way
A person who isn't Smart
Or maybe just isn't looking hard enough
To find a place to start
Feeling
So I plead with you
for the finally time
Do not ask me to be your bride
to do so would be a crime
of passion against
my heartless soul
craving romance like a drug
burning through it like coal
for the grand finally
I need a volunteer
someone who will let me cut them open
without a single tear
and that is why
I cannot be your bride
poem by Svanhildur Njálsdóttir
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