Rebel and The Royal
Investiture day was set,
'Jenkins' didn't want to let.
Because the 'pretender' to the thrown,
Was not 'home grown'!
Other events was to influence,
For the 'rebel' to stop the prince.
Drowned valley, MPs against,
Voices ignored, he resents.
July first, sixty nine,
He wanted to undermine.
Nothing happened,
Contrary to what he planned
Day come and gone,
Youngster, maimed by 'faulty' bomb.
Two of his 'own',
They died, bodies strewn.
Drastic action took,
The authorities it shook.
Bombs, explosives,
Who planted devices?
Police didn't have a clue,
Who could do! !
So the prince was crowned,
'Rebellion' drowned.
'Jenkins' caught, put on trial and jailed,
Ten years he got, regret he always defied.
Four decades been and gone,
Life has moved on.
Nothing changed, bar the assembly,
But no true liberty.! !
poem by Guy Lipmore
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The scene of a bomb blast
The scene of a bomb blast
Bodies and body parts strewn all over the place
Hand bags, slippers and other belongings of people too
People are shouting and groaning with pain
The road is flooded by the blood of people injured and died
The survivors trying to help the badly injured
The rescuers helping the injured to go to hospital
What a tragedy
The siren of ambulances says that there was a mishap somewhere
In buses, in trains, on the road
Everywhere explosives find
No place seems safe for people to travel
Some people getting maimed for life
Husbands, wives, children losing their loved ones
Oh! I never dreamt to see this type of scene
In my beloved motherland
It’s bleeding unto death
Who and who are to blame
Only God knows
My prayer everyday is
God makes someone find
Whenever a bomb is planted
And also I pray people will be kind hearted
Not hurt others’ feeling
A person will know another’s life is very precious
Not to get undue advantage
People will stop all kinds of wastage
People will act true to their hearts
People should understand their wrong doings
Learn to say the word ‘sorry'
And to have all ways on mind
That one day you will die!
Praneetha Perera
Moratuwa - Sri Lanka
poem by Praneetha Perera
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The Path You Chose
I can remember even as a child
you looked at life as a curiosity.
Asking questions beyond your years,
you were a ‘one off’ oddity.
Even then you had eccentric ways,
it was just the way you were.
You didn’t do it for the attention,
but you got it, and didn’t care.
Your weirdness didn’t bother me,
I accepted you as my friend.
Whenever you were bad mouthed
I defended you to the end.
I was also very proud of you
for your unpretentious way.
You were what I aspired to be,
each and every day.
You saw beyond what others saw,
the grim horrors of poverty.
You wanted to try and eradicate
corruption and dishonesty.
You became a rebel with a cause,
with extreme points of view,
but diplomacy didn’t bring fast returns,
so violence became a part of you.
Your cause changed your character,
you didn’t care who lived or died.
I didn’t like what you had become,
so we said a last goodbye.
The news media kept me up to date
with your violent troubled mind.
Your cause was now to create anarchy,
anywhere and at anytime.
Alcohol and drugs accompanied you
on a different search for paradise.
You, your uniqueness, and your way,
had became someone you despised.
I now look back with deep regret,
perhaps if I hadn’t walked away,
you wouldn’t be lying here today,
with me talking of yesterday.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Never Met A Man I Didn't Like
Never met a man I didn't like
High fullutent chant or bowery bum
Yes, I've come a long way
Down the pike
Never met a man I didn't like
Never shook a hand I didn't like
Royal Prince of Wales or working Joe
Though I know life's one long rocky hike
Never met a man I didn't like
In all of my wonderin'
I've bumped into all kinds of people
Fancy cinema stars, false avangelist
Politicians, morgutitions
And I have reached the conclusion
While hiking the pike
Though I try and I try
Never once met a guy that I didn't like
I said I roam along a Nappa Valley
Shubert Alley, Ru de la Play
Oklahoma, Camalazo oh oh oh
And I have reached the conclusion
While hiking the pike
Yes I'll say when I'm done
No I never met one that I didn't like
Met the worst and met the best
Somebody put me into the test
Almost made me change my mind
Yet somehow I always find
If you don't expect too much
There's a certain human touch
Homosapiens have got other animals have not
Try the shoes on that are his
Feel what makes him what he is
What's it like inside his skin
Living in the skin he's in
Just like me a lump of sod
There what for the grace of God
That is a philosphy of this part time cherokee
Present into king or Pat and Mike
Folks can last but I can give up hope
Spun my rope along way down the pike
Never met a man I didn't like
High tone gent, bowery bum
Prince of Wales, working Joe
Pat and Mike
Cherokee, philosphy
I never met a man I didn't like
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Nothing Compares 2 U
Lead voice by prince & rosie gaines
Prince: its been 7 hours and 13 days
Since u took your love away
I go out every night and sleep all day
Since u took your love away
Rosie: since youve been gone I can do whatever I want
I can see who ever I choose
Eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant, oh yeah
But nothing, nothing can take away these blues
P & r: nothing compares, nothing compares 2 u
Rosie: oh baby
Prince: its been so lonely without u here
Im like a bird without a song
Nothing can stop this lonely rain from falling
Tell me baby, where did I go wrong?
Rosie: oh baby
I can put my arms around every boy I see, oh yeah
But they only remind me of u
Prince: all my dames remind me of u too girl, oh yeah
Rosie: I went 2 the doctor, guess what he told me
Prince: whatd he tell u?
Rosie: guess what he told me
Prince: Im listening
Rosie: he said, rosie,
Prince: what?
Rosie: try to have fun no matter what u do
Prince: u wanna tell me why?
Rosie: hes a fool
P & r: nothing compares (no), nothing compares 2 u
Rosie: ooh, baby
Prince: tenor man, play it for me
Prince: all the flowers that u planted, sugar
In the backyard all died when u went away
Rosie: ooh baby, I know that living with me baby
Is sometimes hard, sometimes hard
But Im willing, Im willing 2 give it one more try
Prince: one more try
Rosie: please do you know why, do you know why
P & r: nothing compares (no), nothing compares 2 u
Rosie: oh, baby
Prince: everytime I say...
P & r: nothing compares (no), nothing compares 2 u
Prince: rosie gaines
song performed by by Prince
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I was raised in a Christian home and, in fact, my mother led me to Christ as a youngster.
quote by Jerry B. Jenkins
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Hope Bailey Cruz
hope bailey cruz
died at birth
for 2 minutes
the doctors
brought her back
hope bailey cruz
heared voices
ever since that night
and what had happened
the night she was born
hope bailey cruz
nearly drowned
at age 2
her brother hunter
saved her
but her gift
never went away
hope bailey cruz
was only 8
she heared voices
and seen things
that weren't really there
hope bailey cruz
had family who
didn't believe her
the only one
who did believe
was her sister samantha
who was in grade 6
hope bailey cruz
died without a clue
her parents got fed up
with all her lying
but she was telling the truth
hope bailey cruz
got so hurt
she ran away
she ran so far
she sliped
into a big hole
in the dark
deep woods
hope bailey cruz
tiny body hit a pipe
that tore a hole
right through
her tiny body
she died slowly
in the next past hour
in extreme pain
for her family
could've stoped this
if only they listened to her
but they never
gave her the chance
by: crystal sonier
age: 16
poem by Natalia Anna Joelie
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My Best Friend Danny
I met him in nineteen fifty-six
he was my best friend
him and I, was always in a fix
of our fights, we always did mend.
There was the time
we painted the fence
wanted to do the job, real fine
used a whole gallon of paint
it didn't make sense
my brother dave asked,
'What happened to all the paint'?
when we told him, 'We used it all, '
he laughed, I thought, he was going to faint,
thru the years, with that story,
we have really had a ball
Then there was the time
we tried to chop down the tree
my brother got mad, but the three was mine
oh, we were so care-free
I never forget the racoon,
that followed us home,
he seemed to like our radio
that was playing a tune
the racoon, seemed so a lone
I never forgot the indian head
pennies, he sold me,
he stole them, of crime he led,
he had taken them from his dad
I should have known, he sold them so cheap
to get them back, his father was glad
He always did something
to me that was real mean
to make up, a present he would bring
of our friendship, he would lean
He taught me how to smoke
this you say, you call a friend.
when I could have had a stroke,
but he always had money to lend
When I didn't have any friends at all,
Danny was always, by my side
and it sure made me feel tall
if any one picked on me, he would
beat their hide
Every one called him and I a clown,
each one laughed so hard
that it, really brought them down,
at poker, he could really hide a card
Every morning before school
we played poker, he cheated a lot
and with him, I wanted to fight a duel
but he told me 'I cheat not.'
Of the down town loop, we did ride
in nine-teen fifty-nine
our car through the streets, would glide
trying to find girls
that would be his or mine
In nine-teen sixty, my dog shep died,
it was very depressing and sad
him and I, all day we cried
it made me unhappy and a little mad
In nine-teen sixty-two
he joined the army
I tried to join, but didn't make it
those days were very stormy
after what he went through,
I didn't mind a bit
In nine-teen sixty-seven
the army let him go,
at home at last, I thought I was
in heaven
but I soon found out, it wasn't so
The army had changed him, in many ways
Danny was not the same anymore
as I looked back, at those good old days
when I always heard him, knock on the door
All he wanted to do now, is go drink
he could'nt sit still very long
and he was really starting to sink
he had seen action, against the Viet Cong
Next to him one night
a man's throat was slashed, a man who was kind
it wasn't good, or right
and what it must have done, to Danny's mind
Over the years, I saw him, until eighty-one
hav'nt seen him since
remember well, good times and all the fun
Danny where ever you are,
you are still my best friend
does that make sense.
No one listened
No one listened to me.
I tried to get help.
I just wanted it to stop.
But all I got was called a liar.
I was just ignored.
I just didn't want to play the game anymore.
With it all happening at once.
More that one person.
Another piece of me died.
Day by day I got angryer.
So why didn't you listen to me.
I wasn't a bad kid.
All I ever wanted was for the games to stop.
But all I would recive is a life sentence.
Abuse is one thing I can't forget
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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August 05
M) The month of August
In the summer of 2005
In June I turned 18
My best friend moved back in state
In April I got a girlfriend since our first date
I met her last August
Later that year went to dust
H) I received a call on a hot summer day
The mood went a different way
She sounded like she cried
Like someone or something died
M) We started to change
Said I had become strange
We started to change
Hands against the wall
H) You wanted to escape
Cried, a victim of rape
I offered my help
M) What happened to the past?
A time that didn’t last
We changed too fast
H) You wanted to die
Then started to cry
I said I would help
You fought against the pain
Didn’t let your life dwain
You didn’t go insane
You won against the pain
M) Close to one year
Faced another fear
I broke your heart
I tore us apart
You chose a different fate
Tried to save us too late
I know there is nothing to save
I will bare this to my grave
H) M) I failed and succeeded
Helped you through his crime
We died in our prime
We are separate now
We were not meant to last
And you excepted your past
August 31,2005
My problem= M) helping her=H)
poem by Isaac Helms
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A Cinderella Story' vs Reality
There is a girl and a boy,
Connected only in cyber,
Never met,
Never phoned,
How long can it last?
It is like in the movie ‘A Cinderella Story’,
Her friend said.
The girl loves him so much,
She cannot took her mind off him,
She waits in front of computer every night,
Waiting for her Prince Charming to greet.
They have known each other a year,
They lived very far apart,
It is like one is up there,
One is down the globe,
Can it last?
She wondered.
One day,
Her Prince Charming said those magical words to her,
She was barely able to breathe,
She was the happiest person on Earth,
But Prince Charming loves her as…?
On one beautiful night,
As usual,
She spent almost hours and hours in front of the computer,
Wait till Prince Charming to come,
But he did not,
She was a bit upset,
She wrote to Prince Charming,
‘You love me as what? ’
Prince Charming replied her the next day,
‘I love you as my girlfriend’,
‘Will you be mine? ’
For God’s sake,
She was absolutely wanted to be his,
‘I sure will’,
It was the best day of her life.
So, there it was,
For her,
She hopes her story does not end just like that,
She will wait for her Prince Charming,
To come to her,
In reality,
Not just in cyber,
Even if it take 100 years.
She wanted them to see,
She wanted him to take her hands,
She wanted to dance in the rain with him,
She wanted to feel his warm,
She wanted him for sure,
She will wait, she swore.
A Cinderella Story?
It is different with her story, she thought,
It is just the same,
When it comes to how they stay connected.
poem by Lovita Lara
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Dreams Coming True With Romance
I once dreamed of finding
Prince Charming
But that was only a dream
I never tried to make it a reality
I only focused on my social life
Never on my love life
So it was only dreams of Romance
But I never knew that it was how
It was going to start.
I met you and thought i would
Never happen
So I would have my dreams
And wonder how it would be if it actually
Came to be REALITY.
But I only left it as dreams of romance.
Now I don't have to dream like that
I get to live those dreams and
Cherish every moment
Cause now I found my prince charming
He was in front of me all along
And i didn't realize it until something happened to
Make me do so.
I just can't believe that it started as
Dreams Of Romance
That came true
poem by Christina Conseco
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Harmaony, Peace And Love
When I was born on this earth
I didn't know the gist of harmony, peace and love
Being notorious was the most when I was a baby
Played in sand, made sand castles, caught insects
My acts became amusement for my kiths and kins
Time moved on and I moved with it
Sometimes behind, Sometimes ahead
Months changed, Days changed, Dates changed,
Years changed, I changed
Explored voyages
Discovered new roads
Met dignified and assorted mortals
Filled my life with colours
Didn't have hatred feelings for neither superior nor inferior
Witnessed unity, seldom times clashes
Found a space for respect for each other in every heart
But still didn't get the gist of harmony, peace and love
When the time came to leave earth
I found desolation in every eye
All had same heartbeat, same thoughts
Saw the shining stars twinkling
Greif came and glee went away
Seemed like time's halted
A juicy fruit is going to be borne
A fruit with harmony, peace and love
When I had gone, I.......
Realised the gist of harmony, peace and love
When I was born on this earth
I didn't know the gist of harmony, peace and love
poem by Sudipta Pathak
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That Was Almost
Me now travol trom home
To town me find a lot of pipo running away
Me don know wat has happened
Me suddenly find da police van pull up
Dey say they want to take me
I ask dem wat I have done
Da police laugh and dey hit me in da belly
Me triy to run dey thro me down
One police man shouted he didn't do wrong
Me triy to say dey hit me in da belly
Now wat happened was a night mare
They hit me in da belly
Dey rolling me like a chicken
Dey called me thief
Dey kicked me a lot but me started to cry
Dey laugh and laugh but I stoped to cry
Now what happened was heaven
I got up I hit one in head
And he started to cry
Den suddenly all of dem ran after me
Me started to shake almost urinated
Suddenly dey caught me den me started to sing
Dey laughed dey laugh
Den I started to remove my cloths
Dey now thot I was mad person
Dey quickly got back in the van as they thot dey caught da wrong person
Den me ran home
I told my mom dat was so close
poem by Tanaka Chirombo
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Who Is With The Bomb?
Where is it?
It is over here! !
Where is it?
It is over there! !
It has occured again and,
Who is with the bomb?
It is over here an there and,
Who is playing with the bomb?
It has destroyed many and,
It is still destroying us daily;
But, who is with the bomb?
Right from creation till now,
We have been destroying ourselves!
With bombs here and there;
But, when are we going to learn?
We do advance on in life but,
We still have the bombs in our hands;
Who really is with the bomb today? !
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb! ! !
With the atomic bombs alike to kill us all;
Now, the nuclear race is at hand.
Who is with the bomb?
With arsenals and nuclear war heads;
After two thousand years of history,
We still cannot learn from our mistakes.
Here and there with the manufacturing plants,
We still go to conferences thinking of stopping it;
But, should we have no fear of the Atomic Energy? !
A nuclear rat-race,
The arm-race of weapons!
Two thousand years of history could not be wiped away.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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But when our first album came out, I didn't think it was going to sell a lot of records.
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I am sure Mr Heath thinks he is honest but I wish he didn't have to have his friends say it so often.
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Confident Dissident for J.T.Early
t
I stand and gaze with wonderment.
The Gates of Gold and ivory
are slowly opening for me.
A rebel and a dissident.
What did I do that I deserve
admission to Valhallas halls?
What waits for me within those walls?
I only did my best to serve
my fellow men as best I could
I bore no sword only my pen.
Tried to defend my fellow men
from tyrants as a writer should.
Defied the men who censured me.
The men who sought to rule force.
Because I upheld freedoms cause
I risked my life and liberty.
They harried me by night and day
but still would not toe the line
I did my best to undermine
the lies they broadcast, in my way.
Although they could imprison me
and ban my words from being read
This action could not stop the spread
of my ideals of liberty.
Accused of treason by the state.
They made a martyr out of me.
They were so blind they could not see.
The slowly moving hand of fate.
Which would destroy eventually.
The stranglehold they sought to keep
The people would rise from their sleep
prepared to fight for liberty.
And so in time it proved to be
Their unjust rule was overturned.
A lesson that all tyrants learned.
Although it was too late for me.
Subjected to their cruelty
I had been starved and brutalised
Which left me partly paralysed.
Although I was at last set free.
I will not live long enough to see
my dreams of liberty come true
All that I have to leave to you,
My words my only legacy.
The gates of gold and ivory
are open wide and I pass through.
It’s some thing which I have to do.
For once I act obediently.
I need not fear the consequence
I cast my rebel role aside
For here I have nothing to hide
Rewarded for my eloquence.
15-Dec-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Sorrow
I walked into the park and saw a young man sitting by a flower bed
I asked him why he looked so miserable and this is what he said,
“Sixty years ago I fell in love with a beautiful girl and now she has to die
I knew her time would come one day, but the years have just flashed by.
I knew that it was wrong to love her, but my heart ruled over my head.
I was there when she was born at home and I stood by her mother’s bed.
As the years passed I watched over her, and proposed when she was sixteen.
She was so young and beautiful then, and everyday we lived a dream.
She didn’t know that I was different and I just couldn’t bear to tell her so,
but she had suspicions as her hair greyed, and my age didn’t show.
And now my heart is breaking because I want to die and be with my wife,
without her my life isn’t worth living, and I no longer want this life.
For sixty years life has been wonderful for me and my only true love,
but soon I must take her up and leave her in the heavens above.
I don’t know how I’m going to take the woman I adore from my side.
I’m sorry for sharing my sorrow with you, ” and as he left he cried.
poem by Orlando Belo
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The Tale Of Meenkumar
Long long ago
Man used to live on the bank of the ocean
There were many lakes and rivers surrounding the ocean
The banks of the rivers and lakes were full of trees
Many forests were there
Those were deep forests
In the forests there were many wild animals
Man lived on the bank of the ocean
Because of the danger of the wild animals
Except farmers, fishermen, craftspeople abode there
Fishermen knew fishes were the saviors of their life
So they didn't catch fish every time
They didn't catch fish unless it was necessary
They didn't kill the fry and not even the pregnant fish
There was the Meen kingdom in the oceans
What is Meen?
It is a kind of fish
They used to rule the kingdom of the oceans
One day, one Meen prince came out of the palace because of forgetfulness of mind
He was roaming and came at a place full of mosses and rocks
There were many big and small fishes
One big Salmon fish was delighted to see the beauty of the Meen prince
He felt greed to eat him
Meen prince escaped when he saw the salmon swimming towards him
Meen prince hid himself under the rocks
Salmon knew that Meen cannot stay for a long time there
When he would come, he would catch him and eat
It would be a wonderful dinner for him
Meen prince passed the night by hiding under the rocky place
Early in the morning, fishermen came to catch fish
Meen prince saw a child fisherman
He requested him to save his life
Finally the fishermen encircled the Salmon fish and caught it
Meen thanked the child fisherman and luckily returned to the palace
This was the tale of Meenkumar....
poem by Z.I. Mahmud
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Michael Jackson
I didn't get to say goodbye
I didn't get to tell you that I love you
I didn't even tell you how I feel
You left in a hurry
Without a sound
With no clues
I have to ask why
Why did you have to leave me
Why didn't you tell me how you feel
I don't understand
Why you left
Is it because the God wanted you
But I am selfish I won't share you
Not even with God
You were my hero
My idol
My star
You had my heart
And when you died
You took my heart with you
But that's okay
Because I know I will soon
Be with you
Then I can have my heart back
You are in heaven
Away from all this distruction
But I must ask
Why didn't you take me
Then I could of truly told you everything
You are older than I am
But I still love you
You made mistakes
But so have I
I didn't want us to be together
But I want us to be able to tell each other anything
I wanted us to become Great friends
But now you are gone
Gone to heaven
Is that the best thing
If so for who
You left millions of people
Heartbroken and sad
Gone to heaven
Must be good for you
No distruction
No evil
All good
I didn't say goodbye
And that is killing me
I didn't say all the things I wanted to
That's tearing me apart
I am going to miss you
But as you leave
Another comes
Maybe he wil be like you
But I would have died for you
I am crying my heart and soul out for you
Praying you know that I loved you
You changed millions of poeple's lives
Including myself
You made me believe
I can too feel the music
The beat is within my heart
Closing my eyes
Picturing you here
Is not the same
Of having you here
With all of us
You left behind
Your family
friends
fans
me
Would you have come back to us all
Or would you wait for us
Until our time comes
But now it's time for us to let you go
People will never forget
How you changed everything
We will miss you forever
But now it's time to say goodbye
So goodbye Michael Jackson
poem by Makayla Straight
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