Iron Stuff
I am not made of iron stuff
So many times hurt by simple bluff
People try to cheat me by sheer lies
I take no notes or care for such follies
It pinches me from deep heart
People have made it as deceiving art
They use it frequently one or another pretext
Make the target one by one and wait for next
They long for one day strategy
Enjoy today and don’t think much or worry
Let people feel anything about deception
They are very much afraid of hostile reception
How can you be that illogical with human behavior?
We are here to act for the humanity and as savior
How can we go on making endless lies for no cause?
That too continuously unabated without any pause
I am totally disillusioned with such tendency
It is on tremendous rise with unstoppable frequency
I see no end to such intentions in near future
I too realize it as human weakness and fail to assure
I can’t term it total sin
But generally it is observed and seen
We laugh at people’s flight
Add more woes and make the situation very tight
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lies To All
I have lied to friends' number of times
Sheer lies to parents more often or several times
This was developed from childhood days
When I found that this was simple and easy way
I may simply look bad in people's eye
They may look with scant respect and ask why?
I did not give serious thought to this matter
I wanted to do something different and better
It was simple joy to have convinced others
There was no immediate gain to garner
Yet it developed bad habit and continued
I went on adding new ideas and constantly reviewed
I felt great when someone was easily deceived
I found more elated when saw that it was well received
'Oh God, how fool these people are' I felt proud
It was matter to be personally greeted and proclaimed loud
No one gave me any feed back later or in between
I was going on smoothly and scored easy win
But people were not fool as I understood
I came to know later on that I was most hated person in neighborhood
They observed decency even when it was known
They also knew very well that I must be disowned
Still they let me go on with bad pursuit
With only one satisfaction that I was undesired and totally misfit
Today I have everything but no self respect
They receive me well but avoid reacting
Offer no argument and retire silently
I will then go off from the scene gently
One should resort to lies only in extreme situation
But should not be preferred with its continuation
It makes man totally unreliable and untrustworthy
People reject him any time when he actually needs sympathy
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Forgiveness Is Not the Key
I look down at the people, I worry about their woes
I worry about their joys, their friends, their foes
I worry about their lives and the way they live it
I worry about their dreams and wonder if they’ll heed it
I worry about the tears I see running down their face
I worry about their lies they tell in this time and place
I worry about their truths that always hurt more
I worry about what they will definitely have in store
I look down at the people who never showed compassion
Who hate each other with the strongest passion
Who pushed me aside as though I were nothing
I wonder, do they care about anything?
I realise they treat each other as dirt
And they revel within all the hurt
Not one ever worried for me
I’m so glad that I can finally see
I refuse to worry or care about them and their petty ways
I will never again worry for their days
Because not one ever cared for me
Forgiveness is not the key
Not when I live life so lonely
I want to be loved only
For them I’ll never again feel woe
Because I’ll be nothing but their foe
poem by Lenore Lee
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God Why?
God why do people die?
God why did you make pain?
God why weren’t you there on the day my grandfather died?
God why are there earthquakes?
God why do hearts break?
God why are people on there own?
God why do you make people get hurt?
God why is there fear?
God why are there storms?
God why are people all alone?
God why are there drugs?
God why do people committee suicide?
God why aren’t you stopping global warming?
God why do I have nightmares?
God why is there no peace in this place?
God why did Jesus really die?
God why did you make sin?
God why do people hurt?
God why do children get kidnapped?
God why does love hurt so much?
God why do people break up?
God why do people get beat?
God why is there bad in this world you made?
God why did you make me?
God why?
I see something wrong
Some people care about,
you.
Some people don't care
Would people listen to,
our lies?
Why are people abused
I see something wrong
There are pretty people
There ugly people
People play
People talk
I'm tired of people messing,
With me.
I guess people hate the truth
Some people are bad
Some people care
Others don't
Why do people cry?
This is life
I don't understand
Some people like to talk
Some people like to walk
Why people argue over nothing?
People act crazy
Why are people always cheating?
People that are lost
I admire people that have respect,
for others.
We are the people of the earth
What really goin on?
I really don't know
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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Only People
Only people know just how to talk to people
Only people know just how to change the world
Only people realize the power of people
Well, a million heads are better than one
So come on, get it on!
Well I know how we tried and the millions of tears that we cried
Now we are hipper we been thru the trip
And we cant be denied with woman and man side by side
Make no mistake its our future were making
Bake the cake and eat it too!
We dont want no pig brother scene!
Only people know just how to talk to people
Only people know just how to change the world
Only people realize the power of people
Well, a million heads are better than one
So come on, get it on!
Well its long overdue there aint nothing better to do
Now we are hipper we been thru the trip
We can fly right on thru, theres nothing on earth we cant do
Fish or cut bait its our future were making
All together now pull the chain
We dont want no pig brother scene!
Only people know just how to talk to people
Only people know just how to change the world
(repeat three more times)
song performed by by Lennon John
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Make Sure That The Feelins Right
(d. pickerill)
You cant ask a man why hes looking smart
Ask him why hes feeling good
Make a simple gesture, like to touch his hand
And baby you are on to something good
Mmm, baby you are on to something good
Chorus 1:
Make sure that the feelings right
Burning when I hold him tight
Chorus 2:
Loving is for people with a broken heart
Loving is for people who dont care
Love can make the potion that will keep you apart
Make sure he needs you yeah
People making [offers? ] for the peace
That moment is the one you ought to miss
The kisses just to see the other style
And loving will deceive you for a while
Loving is deception for a while
Chorus 1 & 2
Ill make sure that the feelings right
And Im burning when I hold him tight
Chorus 2 (x2)
Make sure that the feelings right
Make sure he needs you yeah (x5)
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Sonnet: Let People Have Their Evil Ways, Not I
Let people say whatever they may say;
Let people spread rumors, white lies of me;
Let people sin whether by night or day;
I want to tread God’s way most righteously!
Let people laugh a hearty laugh of scorn;
Let people mock and ridicule my ways;
Let people live by stealing others’ corn;
I want to spend most truthfully my days.
Let people live in vices if they wish;
Let people commit mortal sin each time;
Let people hate others and them ravish;
I want to make my life always sublime.
Let people lose their chance of seeing God;
By accident too, I shan’t Him defraud.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Most People These Days
Some people cheat me; themselves do they cheat!
Some people stab me but I will not die;
Some people spread lies by their loud drumbeat;
But like a log-like Buddha, I still lie!
Some persons mislead but to no avail;
Some persons misinform but can’t succeed;
Some use influence, truth but will prevail;
Soon land you will see! Waters will recede.
These people seem to be blind as a bat;
Their veil of sins covers their earthly eyes;
Money ill-earned can make them thin or fat!
Addicted they’re to a world of big lies!
Just a few good souls God, I seem to see!
And even such minds, confused seem to be.
poem by John Celes
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All Things To All People
all people have worries
worries that wake them
worries about things yet to come
worries about worries are what worry some
i look out my eye
and behold I see people
big bold beautiful people
i see brown people
gold people
yellow people
red people
orange people
purple people
pink people
white people
yet I don’t see colored people
i see a people as one
a people capable
a people that should be grateful
grateful for the blessings that we can all share as people
to love
to grow
to build
to sow
people in my neighborhood
people it’s all good
undivided by vanity
an unbroken sea of humane humanity
people must rely on a shoulder to cry one
we all are people
we are people
old and young
rich or poor
used or new
let us be valued as people
let us value each other as people
persons
beings
individuals
not things
people
and all things to all people
to all nations
at all stations
in every situation
poem by Harlan Lovestone
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God Why?
God why do people die?
God why did you make pain?
God why weren’t you there the day my grandfather died?
God why are there earthquakes?
God why do hearts break?
God why are people on there own?
God why do you make people get hurt?
God why is there fear?
God why are there storms?
God why are people all alone?
God why are there drugs?
God why do people committee suicide?
God why aren’t you stopping global warming?
God why do I have nightmares?
God why is there no peace in this place?
God why did Jesus really die?
God why did you make sin?
God why do people hurt?
God why do children get kidnapped?
God why does love hurt so much?
God why do people break up?
God why do people get beat?
God why is there bad in this world you made?
God why have I tried to commit suicide?
God why did you make me?
God why am I still alive?
God why go I cut my wrist?
God why do I have to bleed to be set free?
God why am I in so much pain?
God why?
poem by Broken Hearts
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People Like You Just Don't Get It
People like you,
Just don't get it.
'Get what? '
Don't worry about it
If you had it you would know.
And...
Maybe you are right.
You once said,
The homeless and hungry...
Was a situation for those,
Who chose to be so.
You once said,
'There are jobs out there.
Those folks just don't want to work.
When 'I' was in that situation...
I walked down the road,
To ask my neighbor if I could pitch some hay...
To buy groceries and pay my 'mortgage'.
And my father and his father did the same thing.
Today...
People think they deserve more than that.'
People like you,
Just don't get it.
'Get what? '
Don't worry about it.
If you had it you would know.
And...
Maybe you are right.
Some people just bit off more than they could chew.
And if they had good credit like you...
None of them would be in the same predicament.
People like you,
Just don't get it.
'Get what? '
Don't worry about it.
What you don't know is intended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Asome Poem About PEOPLE
Some people
Care about you, some people
Don’t care,
Make fun of you and walk away,
Some people,
Run past, some people
Hand you presents,
Give you a pat on the back,
Some people
You love, some people
You don’t know
Some people, some people,
You do,
Some people
You notice, some people
Eat cauliflower, some people
Are teenagers,
Some people walk to restaurants,
Sit down at the counter,
Eat there food, through it at
People,
Some people never notice you,
Some people always look, some people
Want to take you away, some people
Will never exist
Some people are other people; some people are you, some people
Die ever second,
Some people are you
poem by Annie Nosich
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Bullying People
Some people are nice, some are jerks
Some people are sweet, funny or nice
But some people are just plan old mean.
Not caring how you feel when they speak
Not caring what they do to you,
Not caring if you cry your self to sleep almost every night
Not caring if you cut your self just to make the pain go away
Even though its still they're when the blood is gone and all that's left is the mark you made.
They don't even care if they see you write on a pace of paper
That says, " I won't to die so bad sometimes" so many times on your notebook paper.
When they do start to care is when you're on the news, all over facebook, twitter and everything else saying he/she just killed her self because of what? You tell me!
In the end what was it all for
Was it for popularly, a good laugh, or just something to do?
Or was it because you liked to which them get hurt and cry?
Well now you cant which them cry anymore or hurt them at all
Because there gone and whose to blame? Not me or the others just the one who started it! But after all this they're not the same there gone too. But at least there walking!
poem by Alley Rodriguez
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Because Of This
why make me feel different?
when nobody perfect,
do that make you feel powerful?
putting people down,
just because they're different,
nobody perfect,
i let you get to me,
making me question,
my existance,
that okay,
you made me stronger,
because of this,
i found who i am,
because of this,
you opened me eyes,
that people are judgemental,
no matter what age,
because of this,
i won't be like you,
god made us all different,
but, i guess god made some,
people ugly like you.
Copyright © 2009
3-06-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Sir Duke
Music is a world within itself
With a language we all understand
With an equal opportunity
For all to sing, dance and clap their hands
But just because a record has a groove
Dont make it in the groove
But you can tell right away at letter a
When the people start to move
They can feel it all over
They can feel it all over people
They can feel it all over
They can feel it all over people
Music knows it is and always will
Be one of the things that life just wont quit
But here are some of musics pioneers
That time will not allow us to forget
For theres basie, miller, satchmo
And the king of all sir duke
And with a voice like ellas ringing out
Theres no way the band can lose
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
I can feel it all over-all over now people
Cant you feel it all over
Come on lets feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
Everybody-all over people
Notes: corrected by [email protected]
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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I Hate
I hate my life,
There were many times I wish I could die.
I at times really feel like dying,
But I only end up crying.
I hate my life,
And every thing (almost everything) in it.
Sometimes I just want to end it.
To forget all my miseries and sorrows,
Don't even bother about seeing another tomorrow.
At times I want to cut myself,
It's hard to do but it's like that's only thing that would help.
I know I am talking out of vexation.
I don't care.
I want to hurt the people who hurt me so bad,
Make them cry and feel real sad.
I feel so fed up,
People from outside would say 'Shut Up! ! '
You don't know what you talking about.
But I am not them,
And they are not me.
So please let me be.
At times I wonder what's my purpose,
Is for me to stay on this earth,
And basically just hurt,
Wait till it gets more worse.
So many things I hate.
Living up to so many expectations,
Wondering if I'll ever meet them.
Things people say to me it come off as me being dumb.
Not like that is what I think of myself.
There are times when I genuinely smile,
A blow from reality tells me things ain't right.
Maybe just maybe things might go my way,
And I'll actually see a brighter day.
Most times I feel so alone,
Constantly reminded I've got problems in my own home.
I feel so tired I just want to rest my head,
Days like these make me feel I'm better off dead! !
poem by Anita Khelawan
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A symbolic life
I loved to hate certain things symbolically
Though I failed to make it out generally
I do not why we make some choices
Choose to do for self but create enough of noises
There is no mechanism to control over dual performance
It can not be brought under control or arrested at once
It is one of the weakest points we always neglect
We remain careful not to be caught and select
Do we ever respond or hear inner call?
There is big defensive protective wall
We take refuge and prefer umbrella cover
Wait for crisis to subside and blow over
For a moment we are carried away by timely desire
We may be noticed by many and subjected to satire
It is felt badly for little while and straightaway chosen the defense
There is full proof argument in favor to counter the offense
Many people may be selective in offering the defense
There may be lame excuse to offer human weakness hence
Everybody may unwillingly agree to accept the apology
As they are also suffering under the same psychology
Many a times I had taken recourse to deceive wife
I thought there should be some extra good moments in life
Even though I knew it may crate some worst situation
Then also I continued with extra marital relation
It did a lot of damage to personal life a well as to the reputation
I did not deserve any sympathy or sentence computation
It did not surface openly to criticize my action
I could sense adverse reception with hostile reaction
Every now and then we come out with sheer lies
The fate of many will be affected in families
This hard fact is forgotten despite existence of best knowledge
On the contrary the thrust is put on to drive the wage
We advocate for the maintenance of harmony and peace
We utter those words confidence and at ease
What comes out of hollow words in the real time of need?
When it is superseded by the importance of greed
You are gentleman so long you are not caught
You can advocate what ever you think can be bought
It is understood by all still not openly criticized
Everybody under the cover is same so generally obliged
We are just made of flash and bones
Live in different regions and zones
How to remain aloof when influenced by so much temptation?
Partly we can agree to it and partly live with negation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Tomorrow People
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last?
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last?
Today you say you deyah
Tomorrow you say you're gone
But you're gone so long
If there is no love in your heart - so sorry
Then there is no hope for you - true, true
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last?
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last?
So you're in the air
But you still don't have a thing to spare
You're flying high
While we're on the low o-o-oh
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last? Tell me now
Tomorrow people, where is your past? No where
Tomorrow people, how long will you last? Ten years!
Stop tellin' me the same story
Today you say you deyah
Tomorrow you say you're gone and you're not coming back
If there is no love in your heart oh now
There will never be hope for you
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last? Ten years!
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, tomorrow people, come on
Tomorrow people, tomorrow people, come on
Tomorrow people, tomorrow people, no soon come
Tomorrow people, tomorrow people, soon come
Tomorrow people, tomorrow people, today is here
If you don't know your past, you don't know your future
Everyone
Don't know your past, don't know your future everyman
Don't know your past, don't know your future, come on
Don't know your past, don't know your future
How many nations
How many people did that one catch
How many
song performed by by Ziggy Marley
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I Was Born and Raised
When the sun was hanging bright
And the moon gloom with execsive light
Then I was born
When the days were constantly burning
And the cloud immensely weeping
Then I was born
When human were not humble
And the races were different people
Then I was born
When actions were filled with advantage
And the minds were like gabbage
Then I was born
When the street were filled with blood
And human words were built with fraud
Then I was born
When parents cannot make their stomach feed
And they cannot take the responsibility of their breed
Then I was born
Where the people were just part of a story
And their effort was to build another man glory
Their I was raised
Where men were like iron
But their strength was for a corn
Their I was raised
Where people were deprived
And from them wealth is derived
There I was born and raised
Where the land is good
But the people cannot make their food
Their I was born and raised
Where the place is called africa
And the people are called african
Their I was born and raised
I was born and raised
Where the people’s destiny lies in the grave
poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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The People's World
people are good;
people are bad;
people are happy;
people are sad;
people are near;
people are far;
people are true;
people are blue;
people are white;
people are right;
people are silent;
people are violent;
people can throw;
people can grow;
people can share;
people can care;
people can unite;
people can divide;
people can fool;
people can rule;
people can trust;
people are worst;
don't think i became mad.... what ever i wrote is very common things known about people but what i want to show is that i cannot describe everything about the people as it is impossible in the same way it is impossible to understand and make every person happy around us that's it.got it!
poem by Fahmina Arjumand Misha
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