No stoppage by any none
No stoppage by any one
The world is open and field ground
So many opportunities and chances are found
Any chance on the way must be grabbed
Old or youth, child or blind must not be robbed
How long we may take oath under falsehood?
When we have nothing to eat as food?
We have made the earth as hell
What is there now to claim nothing is well?
The Sun was reality, is today and may remain
We must tap the sources and try to gain
What afternoon will help us merely by observing?
When we are lazy, opportunists and not deserving?
Look around, see the trend and wave the hand
You make turn hostile environment as friend
Create lot many places to turn the tide
The horizon and place is open and wide
The world is definitely a place to venture
Dash against odd and secure the tenure
See that earth belt is torn apart and cultivated
All chances for failures are eliminated
I wish it to become level playing field
Each one is having no secured shield
This will prompt them to rise above level
You may realize then that there is no hindrance to excel
Tap the energy and harness it for proper use
See that youth is oriented for all crises to defuse
Go from one end to another one
As sky is the limit and no stoppage by any one
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Failures
When failures come, oh, do not fret;
For failures, you must not regret;
Through failures, one can turn perfect,
As failure isn’t a great defect!
Each failure gives us chance again;
Through failures, we have much to gain;
So, failures are a boon, not bane;
Yes, failures make a man much sane!
All cannot win in life always;
Set-backs do come to us some days;
With failures, one makes strong a base;
Our failures bestow bolder face!
With failures come, added wisdom;
’Tis hard to hold a large kingdom;
Failures in life are much welcome,
As successes will always come.
Failures help us to love God more;
Failures are winning signs in core;
Failures can open newer door;
Failures can take us to the fore!
Which man on earth had always won?
With rain, there comes a brighter sun;
With failures, one can have much fun;
Failures aid us to faster run!
Failures can help us fare better;
Failures aren’t man’s strongest fetter;
Failures are just a trend-setter;
Failures make us a win-getter!
By failures, one can stop awhile;
Through failures, you run longer mile;
Failures do not remain life’s bile;
Failures help us finish in style!
Failures help us see truth again;
Failures remove the pride and feign;
Failures help us take newer lane;
Failures help us win in the main!
Through failures, we begin again,
And success smiles, easing out pain!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-17-2010
poem by John Celes
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Space days
I am in jovial mood
With free mind and enough of food
I have tested the success
With limited access
That has given me hope
Enough of courage to walk on rope
Once fear is removed from mind
The way is open for all to find
We are called woman and helpless
But we have done it again on their face
We were first to be in space
The world will have to remember it in any case
Those were the primitive space days
Yes the space remained as dream and very far away
The doors since then were opened for further probe
The space was reduced for the people on the globe
We are not helpless creature
Only world have to be made secured
Avenues are to be thrown open for venture
We are promising of success to the world for sure
No target can be fixed yet it can be boundless
It may need honest approach with good chase
We might have come under lots of criticism
The world may look colorful through prism only
We are now seen every where
The contribution is definitely felt somewhere
The education and good environment had made it real
Now some thing more can be realized through proper deal
Girls need open field to compete
Even though the competition is stiff
We can scale and rise in many fields
If some of the positions are actively held
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Chapter One
Time will tell us if we're out of answers when it stops
Climb back down to the beginning
Take it from the top
Who's to say where the wind will blow
What happens when all your dreams are lying on the ground
Do you pick up the pieces all around
and if the world should fall apart hold on to what you know
Take your chances turn around and go
All the leaves are turning and the sky fades to gray
Strange our life coincides with the seasons of today
Who's to say where the wind will blow
What happens when everything is lying on the ground
Do you pick up the pieces all around
and if the world should fall apart hold on to what you know
Take your chances turn around and go
Carry on you say
Bring the best of today
All I see is struggling on the way
Maybe when the sun crashes through the gray
I can find the strength to make it through the day
Through the day
What happens when all your dreams are lying on the ground
Do you pick up the pieces all around
and if the world should fall apart hold on to what you know
Take your chances turn around and go
Take your chances turn around and go
song performed by by Lifehouse
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As per His wishes
Think of millions who are left with no food
Just little thought of those uncared for and not good
Sleeping under open sky for want of shelter
No proper amenities and no drinking water
Think of those who are made destitute and poor
No sympathy, no blessings and shutting of door
No God for them in divine places and no care
No direction and little idea about going somewhere
World is sitting of volcano with unequal distribution
Some where plenty and some where total starvation
Some where total upliftment with all facilities
Some where nothing in name with no possibilities
No account for how many may be dying everyday
Under nourished and not finding any suitable way
Unrest and uprising with wanton killings and rapes
Humanity on shame with ugly scene and slaps
Where are proper education and job opportunities?
Where is good environment and basic facilities?
Where the youth of today go and find the place?
Are we not pushing them to take part in mad race?
Many may take to arms and unsocial activities
Rest may suffer in inferiority and all complexities
Life may end near in early fifties or sixties
No place any where to look at open skies
Are we not creating open hell for future generation?
Do we have an answer for any of the question?
How much have we progressed in population jump?
There was never feminine, decline or slump
We have progress on all destructive fronts
We have made big, small and large fonts
With single push buttons millions can perish
World can find several times its peril and finish
We have time to export terrorism
We can spare no troops to protect humanism
We have enough of food grains and stock
Can it reach to inaccessible tribal flocks?
We will eliminate poor with their poverty
There won’t be left any worry for almighty
He will feel no remorse or any kind of pity
As He has only pushed us on earth for serenity
“The poor things shape up as per His wishes”
“No one departs early, waits or finishes”
We have ready made arguments in favor and against
Here poor is eliminated and survives the strongest
Less said is better and for good
Let there be left with no worry for food
We can waste in plenty in big functions and ceremonies
Who else will complain when extravagance and great show accompanies
* Let us not wait and watch as time runs out very fast*
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Good to say no
It is always good to say “no”
At least you have information and knowledge
You have definite ideas where to approach and go
This makes difference for what to retain and what to forgo
In no case you feel let down by anybody
The field and opportunities lay open for everybody
You have enough of time to plan and strike
You have open sky and favorable wind to fly the kite
Nothing hurts you more than the desertion
That too at eleventh hour when your existence is in question
How bad you feel when left alone at decisive moment?
You may have no words to express sorrow or resent
You can’t stand with sorrows and tears
As an able body person you got to bear
Any set back that has come on the way
Clear the hurdles and push them away
You may have “let down “feelings
That may certainly be disastrous and killing
Yet there is no end and hope for future
Only you must have will power to make it sure
Life is full of ups and down with lots of uncertainties
It provides for skillful exhibition with capabilities
It may generate lots of hope with confidence
You may be in position to see through scopes and chances
It demonstrates to the world about your talent
As you were able to utilize it with its full extent
You proved the saying “fortune favors the brave”
You were in full control of situation and save
Interdependence is good for competition
But blind dependence may invite the repetition
You can’t go in with limited source
As it may need addition strength and force
Try to be confident indigenous capability
That may clearly increase your ability
To utilize it at its peak with optimum level
You may have then all chances to excel
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Am A Soldier
I am a soldier
It started as a dream, a simple soldier from the street getting lost in a shacking world
I took a job as a street keeper but in my mind I am a mental child
From time to time I would battle in my dream trying to win a lost war
I open my eyes in the middle of the day saying goodbye to my boss as I walk away
I walk down street only to tried my limit, in my mind, my distant is unlimited
In the world I am the forgotten soldier lost in an open battle field
“I am the forgotten soldier, living as a legend on the street of nowhere, trying to take my place in this world”
I tried to understand my place in this world as I look side to side
I turn around to see who is targeting this lost soldier
Is my lost soul still a threat in the eye s of the world or am I the forgotten soldier that was blindly cast out
Away in a mental battle field
Please remember this young soldier and help me find my way in what remain of me
I am the forgotten soldier living as a mist in the eye of many
I am a living legend on the street of no where
“I am the forgotten soldier, living as a legend on the street of nowhere trying to take my place in this world”
Find this forgotten soldier and welcome me in a peaceful neighborhood where my mind would freely win the war
“I am the forgotten soldier, living as a legend on the street of nowhere trying to take my place in this world”
poem by Robert Otim
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Are You Ready?
This place inside my mind, a place I like to hide,
You dont know the chances, what if I should die?
A place inside my brain, another kind of pain,
You dont know the chances, Im so blind, blind, blind.
Another place Ill find, to escape the pain inside,
You dont know the chances, what if I should die?
A place inside my brain, another kind of pain,
You dont know the chances, Im so blind, blind, blind.
Deeper and deeper and deeper as I journey to
Living a life that seems to be a lost reality
That I could never find a way to reach my inner self
Esteem is low, how deep can I go,
In the ground that I lay, if I dont find a way to
Sift through the gray that clouds my mind.
This time I look to see whats between the lines!
I can see, I can see Im going blind. (x12)
Im blind. (x4)
song performed by by Korn
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Available free
We are on loosing spree
Death is available totally free
We have destroyed the trees
We soon may be bending our knees
Time is not far off when there will be turn in atmosphere
We won’t find safe place to go anywhere
Where is the space to move here and there?
We are acting irresponsible and not fare
The nature is giving in to mad race
The natural wealth is loosing its face
There complete hollowness in earth’s belt
The consequences may be known later or felt
The earth is sliding and gradually and making way
The extraction of oil and coal has taken security away
The secret movement under the earth belt is causing worry
The day is not far off when we will feel compete sorry
There may be devastation all over
We are loosing shield and nice cover
The sky is over burdened with useless objects
There is no control over stupid and unreasonable acts
Tidal waves are rising to dangerous level
The rivers are in spate as bad sequel
The banks are threatened with complete destruction
It may swallow it anytime with dangerous inductions
What to think of sea, air or land?
We can’t blame it on unseen hand
The nature has always acted as friend
We are hell bent upon bringing an end
The end may not be easy and quick
We must stop playing the dirty tricks
The generation may be faced with dangerous diseases
It will be an appropriate reason to go down and cease
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Turn Me Around
(c. coltrane)
I know Ive hurt you
And I wonder if you know
That I never really meant to
No, I never, never really meant to
Oh, things that have happened in my life
Oh, they brought me to the way I am today
Dont you know that for you, oh, I gladly change?
Oh, turn me around, turn me around
Now lead me to the place I should be found
Aah, turn me around, turn me around
Lift me to higher ground
Ah, things that Ive done to you
Oh, they made you think that I dont really care
How can i, somehow, some way, show you I do?
Aah, baby, turn me around, turn me around
Now lead me to the place I should be found
Oh, turn me around, turn me around
Lift me to higher ground
If you really, really want to
Aah, well you know that you can mould me to you
Aah, sweet baby
Turn me around, turn me around
Youd better lead me to the place I should be found
Oh, turn me around, turn me around
Lift me to higher
Turn me around, turn me around
Oh, and lead me to the place that I should be found, yeah
Turn me around, turn me around
Lift me to higher ground
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Pollution and Its Solution
World's a big ashtray
Light up the match stick
Flip the cigarette
A little in the room
And more on the road
Drop ashes
Throw the cigarette butt
And crush it with your shoes
Roll a waste paper ball
Throw it into the world...
Penthouse resident
Throw all your garbage
Out of the window
On to the street
Leave the gum you chew
In inaccessible places
Leave the beer can
Wherever you emptied
It's only trouble for others
World is a lavatory
Spoil the road
Turn canals
Into chemical dumps
Cut all the trees
Level all the mountains
Create loud noise
Make holes in world's ears
Leave the car exhaust
To the world behind
Raise the chimney
Into the ionosphere
Friend!
These are not
What you are supposed to do
Please realize
Your minimal responsibility
And leave this world
Your world
For yourself
And for your neighbors
At least as
A place to live.
poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
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Bones and Blood
My body may be made of bones and blood
But I shall be needing nutrition as food
That shall be coming from holy land
Popularly and dearly known as mother land
If there is to be something precious
Than it has to be only mother and mother land
We need to take pledge that all brethrens will be friend
We shall protect them till we have life to the end
I can not remain unconcerned for what is happening around
New ideas must be infused in the people's mind and gain ground
Now self has asserted more and put before everything
The nationality, religion and cast has taken over for something
It is good to feel strongly about the nation
It is good to build the harmony and relation
It is equally good to profess the faith any religion
But it is certainly not encouraged to export terrorism in other regions
Let them have their own way of living
It is not our duty to force smaller nations in believing
Create supremacy and hegemony by force
Reduce the status of independence and guide through remote
We shall unearth all the attempts that is against our sovereignty
Side with no such activities that is aimed at sabotaging integrity
We may be poor nation but certainly protect national frontier
Compromise with no principles and create no barriers
Let each individual take an oath of secrecy
To the mother land and assure of adequacy
In the form of food grains and education
That is main burning problem and question
I shall remain vigilant against corruption
That has lead to stoppage of work with interruption
The poor are suffering and farmers are resorting to suicide
Let each one of us take the struggle ahead and spread it wide
Nation needs survival bid with resolution
Power is to shared by people with devolution
It should not be concentrated in few hands
This has given birth to autocratic trend
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Autumn of My Youth
In autumn of my youth
I see my leaves changing
I see my stars waning.
In autumn of my youth I dreamed a dream
And sought what I seemed to be
The meaning of that dream.
In autumn of my youth it was my lot
To hunt the hungry world a spot
And lay my burdens aside
In a vast field of rye so wide
In autumn of my youth it was my place
To wrap the summers in a constant embrace
Plead them not to enter
The Ashen Valley
Where dreams are broken asunder
Below grey skies.
In autumn of my youth
I see the faces of a world that awaits me.
So ghastly black and white,
Where the loss of hope defers the youth
A second sight
In autumn of my youth,
I longed to be
With the summers, one you and one me
Equally chained and equally free
poem by Jacob McCurdy
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Youth Today
Youth of today act in haste
They rise to the occasion very late
They know each and everything
Yet some quickness is needed for right kind of things
What is course open to us?
Start advising with caution and course
Or point out flaws with least concern
In any case both may witness ugly turn
It is not the question of single family
In family it can be tackled easily
Question is how to use youth readily
Come in terms and join the hands steadily
Any country may ill afford
That country fails to move forward
Youth may not pardon the old generation
Blame for their future with lots of questions
It is not question for making right decisions
There is no time to raise simple objections
There must be some room for acceptance and rejection
Most of all there should be ample opportunity for strong actions
How energy can be harness for peaceful purpose?
Same way youth can be directed for progressive use
Not by putting them to adverse exposure
But make them to believe in bright future
Let the window allow cool breeze
Let us not criticize or stall their motive please
Help them to come at right point of discussion
Judge the situation and remove the confusion
Every living object has to come to an end
We must make them realize and treat as friends
They are the only ones to be entrusted with future course
The wind also finds right direction and blows
River water may also find way for their flow
We must allow them free course to go
Any nation can ill afford division or waste of energy
Youth are very much sensitive and moody
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What The Poet Wrote
What the Poet Wrote
(Birth over an open grave)
A poet wrote: ”Mothers give birth over an open grave. I thought it was harsh, most
children live long after their mothers die. A young man driving behind me was edgy
wanted to overtake thought I was driving too slow. I kept as far to the right as I could,
he saw his chance, but he was not quick enough, front collision. He wasn’t wearing
seat belt, died on the bonnet of his car. So much blood, dark red and sweet, but his
eyes were open and they saw beyond to a place I have never been. His mother,
a widow, collapsed when the coffin was lowered into a an unfeeling ground, she had
given birth over an open grave. I see a field lit by millions of candles in rows a man
walks among them and ever so often snuffs out light with his thumb and index finger.
But behind him new light appear, sometimes he turn go back and snuffs the new
lights out, mothers who have given birth over an open grave. He is now heading for
the part of the field where the candles have burnt out, only the wick flickers, quickly
he snuffs them out, but misses some, of people who live too long, those who death
has cruelly missed. There is no light on my terrace, a car passes by and plants casts
shadows on the wall, they have no colours. I’m past caring; tomorrow will come
whether I’m there or not, mother will never know if she gave birth to an open grave.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Qualify Yourself
A door doesn't have to appear,
For one to knock and realize an opportunity...
Could be near.
It could be closer than that by making your own door.
Create your own opportunities.
You then can decide to knock, block, lock it...
And keep it close if you wish!
However...
Once one has done this,
And awaken to their own power...
The only one that can stop a mind,
Defining 'who' one is and 'what' they are...
Is the one whose eyes have been opened.
So wide open with a wisdom they do become.
And rare is the one that blinks,
When that happens.
There is too much to be done.
Unlike some who first seek to become qualified...
Approved and accepted.
Interviewed to then be rejected.
Feeling affects of being dejected...
With suspicion aiding tensions.
Overdressed 'and' seething from heat.
With a degree...
Or maybe two!
What kind of nonsense is that?
The burdens one can place on a back,
Feeling out of place!
A door doesn't have to appear,
For one to knock and realize an opportunity...
Could be near.
Qualify yourself!
And become that much more observant,
Of opportunities you have created!
Instead of waiting to turn a knob on a door...
To discover everyone,
Has long been 'out-to-lunch'.
Make your own opportunities exist.
And prepare the kind of sanwich you wish.
Knowing you may have to save half of it,
For later.
But...
It is yours!
You made it without question.
There may be some answers needed.
And experience will take you where they are!
To satisfy or not.
It is the process that enlightens.
Not the lettuce or the mayonnaise you forgot!
AND...
If that is all that is on your mind,
When 'that' time comes?
Dine out!
You can well afford it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You're still here
At the finest level of my being you're
still with me.
We still look at each other,
At that level beyond sight.
We talk and laugh with each other,
In a place beyond words.
We still touch each other
On a level beyond touch.
We share time together
in a place,
Where time stand still.
We are still together
On a level called love.
But I cry alone for you,
In a place call Reality.
[Missed by your loving family, wife, daughter and son.]
* All of a sudden I found this cutting among my rubbish of papers.A widow has sent this sad poem to a local newspaper remembering of her deceased beloved husband's third year memorial.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Into The Great Wide Open
Eddie waited till he finished high school
He went to hollywood, got a tattoo
He met a girl out there with a tattoo too
The future was wide open
They moved into a place they both could afford
He found a nightclub he could work at the door
She had a guitar and she taught him some chords
The sky was the limit
Into the great wide open,
Under them skies of blue
Out in the great wide open,
A rebel without a clue
The papers said ed always played from the heart
He got an agent and a roadie named bart
They made a record and it went in the charts
T he sky was the limit
His leather jacket had chains that would jingle
They both met movie stars, partied and mingled
Their a&r man said I dont hear a single
The future was wide open
Into the great wide open,
Under them skies of blue
Out in the great wide open,
A rebel without a clue
Into the great wide open,
Under them skies of blue
Into the great wide open,
A rebel without a clue
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Outside
Seems the time is near for finding a place outside
Seems the time is here for holding the window wide
So Im going to try
To open up one eye
But if the world is too wide
Ill be home to hide
Keep it warm inside, if its strange, outside.
Seems the time has flown, when we lived inside a cloud
Seems the time has gone, when nothing we said was out loud
Going to find a word
Make myself be heard
But if the world is too loud
Ill be home from the crowd
Keep it soft inside, if its strange, outside.
Seems the time has come for banging our feet to the ground
Seems the time has come to see if the world is round
Sweep the smoke away
Reach the earth today
But if the world is all wrong
I wont be staying long
Keep it cool inside, if its strange, outside.
song performed by by Nick Drake
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Iron Bars Of Mine
I stand behind these old iron bars,
To see the things, that I can see
I see a world that is changing everyday,
A world, that will not wait for me.
Behind these iron bars where I must lay,
Behind these bars where I must stay.
In this world where I am alone
Its a world that I helped build,
I make not the laws for how I live,
Time for me, she is held still.
As tomorrow is the same as it is today,
And today is the same, as yesterday.
Behind these bars, its where I am
It is the place where I sit and lie,
My destiny for me has already been chose,
For this is the place where I will die.
When the youth of mine turns into old,
When the dewdrops of dreams turn into snow.
The world that I made out of iron and stone
Where freedom and life is locked away
Where life is a waste, and living a haste,
It is where myself alone will forever stay.
Days and years for me, I have no care.
My only solitude, is sleep and prayer.
My day for me; she will someday come
When from my bars I am allowed to leave,
I will welcome that day with open arms and hope,
As those iron bars, will close behind me..
And for that day I will constantly pray,
As I leave those bars, for the bars of my a grave.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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My Prime of Youth Is But a Frost of Cares
My prime of youth is but a frost of cares,
My feast of joy is but a dish of pain,
My crop of corn is but a field of tares,
And all my good is but vain hope of gain.
The day is gone and I yet I saw no sun,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
The spring is past, and yet it hath not sprung,
The fruit is dead, and yet the leaves are green,
My youth is gone, and yet I am but young,
I saw the world, and yet I was not seen,
My thread is cut, and yet it was not spun,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
I sought my death and found it in my womb,
I look't for life and saw it was a shade,
I trode the earth and knew it was my tomb,
And now I die, and now I am but made.
The glass is full, and now the glass is run,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
poem by Chidiock Tichborne
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