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Proof or no proof

No surnames before or after
Carries the meaning thereafter
A simple label for acknowledgement
Still it may invite many comments

We may add suitable prefix or suffix
It is to cater the feeling mix
All to vapor in time to come
Who else will wait for us to welcome?

We may change the status in times to come
For public consumption and good welcome
It will trouble still the big crisis
You try for futile bid with clear emphasis

Identity or no identity or proof or no proof
We have to remain lone and aloof
No surname or cast given at birth
Human will perish as human after death

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Is Man A Winner Or A Loser?

Woman has a poof that the child is hers;
Man has no such proof to claim on the child.
She is cool with the child as identity.
He is desperate for his identity.

Identity crisis has disturbed him.
He invented marriage and chained woman.
He imposed chastity to mark his kids
And introduced patriarchal system.

Identity crisis has troubled him.
He assumed control over women.
He retained the progeny in his name
And made concubines to silence woman.

Identity crisis has worried him.
He bottled woman's skill and built up his.
He grew to be a Scholar. Sculptor and Poet
And assigned to woman the entertaining.

Identity crisis has bothered him.
He treated woman as her property.
He acquired family unfailingly
And labourd for its upkeep and status.

Identity crisis has bored him.
Water as she is, man could not cut her.
Tired of heat outside, man needed a shade
And sheltered himself in woman's coolness.

Woman treated man with due sympathy
With no fight with him for identity.
Her child is enough for her identity.
She helped him to anchor himself in her.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Identity Of I

Identity is not what I promise others
Identity is what I do when I am alone
Identity is what I think of others
Knowing all the hatred they've shown

Identity is what every wound reminds me
Identity is what I learn and what I pass by
Identity is what I see in the mirror
After giving my best try

Identity is what I make out of my given chance
Identity is what I accept and what I deny
No one else has control over me
Life is about me, and what I identify

poem by Abhiraj Rajadhyaksha
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A proof is a proof. What kind of a proof? It's a proof. A proof is a proof. And when you have a good proof, it's because it's proven.

quote by Jean Chretien
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Well in advance

The destiny is decided well in advance
No one can alter or change it t once
It has to sooner or later surely to come
We have no option but to welcome

Since that has been and is understood by all
Why unnecessarily end the life without its call?
Why in despair we count each moment to come near?
Why has such things gripped our mind with fear?

Human life is not assured in another birth
Not even any body has knowledge of death
We have to breathe till the last as destined
It is clearly understood and well defined

No one may want to deliberate
No one has any insight to narrate
It is purely coincidence that we are human
It is by chance that we are called man or woman

The role is to be played by as willing soul
It may remain as full of error or foul
Yet one must try to act as honest as possible
You need not fear much and allow feet to crumble

You must carry whole burden
It has not come all of sudden
It is meant to be borne by an individual
As it is just routine and must remain casual

We are mere symbol bones and muscles
Yet life is full of wrangles and all tussles
It is just a Skelton and each part countable
Make it to stay in race as far as possible

It will have full identity till the death
People may pay homage with lying of wreath
The show is over and your are thing of past
The moment you have missed the bus and breathed last

It is compared to simple bubble
It can be at any time in trouble
Everything is synchronized with uncertain timing
You are there as long as you are in full tuning

You may carry only well wishes
So many human bodies daily perish
The life span is not at all taken into consideration
The aim is achieved with self motivation

It is hard to live with all sort of inconvenience
Others can be made comfortable with our little lenience
If we have problems then it should not be passed on to others
They have their own life to look after and bother

So let us take it as challenge
It is universal fact that it may end with age
Still we can make fine imprint on page
Love should rule and not the hate with rage

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Since Birth

When one 'is' who they are...
And has been who they are since birth.
Expressing what it is they do,
Because it is no fluke!
Or a passing whim.
The odds are against those,
Who bet the one dissected...
Will be changing anytime soon!
With many hats worn,
To express from the same creativity.
As has been done since birth.

So to ask,
'Larry?
Are you 'still' doing your 'thing'? '

That 'thing' might be considered breathing.
And thought to be a foolish question to ask.
Especially if one is seen doing it.
And the process of delivery has been the same,
Since birth!
With evidence all over the place as proof.
But many want to find,
A blemish to be flawed!
Like an identity one has,
With expectations of it to change!

Like a diaper some still wear.
Seeking the next step to development.
And some know exactly who they are...
Why and the how of it!
And that is what they do.
There is no notoriety sought for it.
If it is given...
Then something must be good,
About what it is that's done.
With devotion and dedication.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Identity Crisis!

When born, I was called “baby”
And later they called me “Abby”
Within 5 years they called me “student”
And for 7 years, like that I spent
Then they called me “teen”
I loved it and felt like a queen
Then I was called “woman”
And those times, were the best
Then some one tied a knot and called me “wife”
I hated those times, it was horrible and gross
In years I became “mother”
It was beautiful but tough
Then being called “grandma”
My times got better and better
Then at last I was called “old”
And my body was frail and cold
All this time I wondered,
Where my identity has gone
Some where in the middle, I had lost it
Through the ages, I had a crisis
An identity crisis to say!

DECEMBER 23,2008

poem by Sania Harris
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The Lonely Spider

The lonely spider reaches out
For what, you might ask?
If not to spin his web then for what?
For his identity
The identity of him
His identity...

The lonely spider calls out
For what, you might ask?
If not for his mate then for what?
For his identity
The identity of him
His identity...

The lonely spider waits
For what, you might ask?
If not for his food then for what?
For his identity
The identity of him
His identity...

'A spider doesn't have feelings! '
How should you know?

'A spider isn't that smart! '
That could be true.

'A spider can never have a real identity! '
And neither could you, or any of us
But we try to find one even if we're not looking
And thats our life... after which we die

What have we done with our life up until then?
Either we've thrown it away, gave it up, wrecked it, lived it up to the fullest, took it for granted, or got far in it.
We still had one.
It's up to us what we shall do with it
Just like the lonely spider
Who will probably just end up on the bottom of your shoe anyways

poem by Andreanna Atkins
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Identity

Identity
Is the crisis
Can't you see
Identity identity
When you look in the mirror
Do you see yourself
Do you see yourself
On the t.v. screen
Do you see yourself
In the magazine
When you see yourself
Does it make you scream
When you look in the mirror
Do you smash it quick
Do you take the glass
And slash your wrists
Did you do it for fame
Did you do it in a fit
Did you do it before
You read about it

song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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Identity

Identity
Is the crisis
Can't you see
Identity identity
When you look in the mirror
Do you see yourself
Do you see yourself
On the t.v. screen
Do you see yourself
In the magazine
When you see yourself
Does it make you scream
When you look in the mirror
Do you smash it quick
Do you take the glass
And slash your wrists
Did you do it for fame
Did you do it in a fit
Did you do it before
You read about it

song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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Diffrences

non-inclusive ruling class
try and cover up the facts
they orchestrate their twisted lies
and buy their alibis
I find it strange the same
there's always someone else to blame
we watch the clock go ticking by
and now we wonder why
let's get away
can't take this place
it won't be long before you see me break
divided and conquered we
sit and wait so patiently
never knowing what's in store
try not to ask for more
so many times we're seen
their past mistakes resurfacing
they never seem to have the proof
that qualifies for truth
let's get away
can't take this place
it won't be long before you see me break
let's get away
can't take this place
can't see the beauty through this human waste
the time has yet to come
for the living proof of everyone
to think about our trouble lives
the truth, the answer why
pretend we're all the same
there's nothing left to fade away
except the stupid games we play
and I wanna believe there's nothing wrong with me
I gotta believe there's nothing wrong with me
this wasn't just a dream

song performed by by Unwritten Law
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Differences

A non-inclusive ruling class
Try and cover up the facts
They orchestrate their twisted lies
And buy their alibis
I find it strange the same
There's always someone else to blame
We watch the clock go ticking by
And now we wonder why
Let's get away
Can't take this place
It won't be long before you see me break
Divied and conquered we
Sit and wait so patiently
Never knowing what's in store
Try not to ask for more
So many times we're seen
Their past mistakes resurfacing
They never seem to have the proof
That qualifies for truth
Let's get away
Can't take this place
It won't be long before you see me break
Let's get away
Can't take this place
Can't see the beauty through this human waste
The time has yet to come
For the living proof of everyone
To think about our trouble lives
The truth, the answer why
Pretend we're all the same
There's nothing left to fade away
Except the stupid games we play
And I wanna believe there's nothing wrong with me
I gotta believe there's nothing wrong with me
This wasn't just a dream

song performed by by Unwritten Law
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Identity of a person

Identity of a person
Identity signifies complexity
Identity identifies with reality
Identity is the bearer of all vanity
How does a person identify with identity?

You define yourself based on what?
They say, they say
You’re kind or moral based on what?
Or
You’re a genius and shrewd based on what?
Or
You make the perfect lover, look for no other

They say, they say
You’re strong without a thought it may not last long
Or
You’ve skills since with a record you run up high bills
Or
You are shy but no one ever talks to you or says hi
Or
You never give up because right now you are on top

They say, they say
You are generous or gregarious when all you are is conscious
Or
You’re innovative yet not the originator of the idea conceived

What are the facts?
That makes your identity intact
When change on identity has the last impact?

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Love is sought for identity.

To strive for love of mother,
of father, of teacher, of peers,
of elders, springs from
identity crisis.
To strive for love of the beloved
is out the deepest identity crisis.
Seers like women followers.
04.11.2001, Pakd

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Undress me! ! ! ! !

Living under a cover
Hiding me.....
Undress my emotions
I want to break free

The inside clown
Long left the stage
Under his mask
A human disguised

Friend, foe or love
This human decides
Changes identity
Changes faces

Amidst the crowd
Masks to change
How do i select? ? ?
When i've lost the clown......

Humans are not unique
Indeed not
Carrying their masks along
Identical and fake

My lost identity
Glued with masks
Shed me off this burden
Undress me
Undress me............

poem by Royston Serrao
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We Can Sing The Same Songs

we can sing each other the same songs
on the radio.
meaning overwhelms reality
sometimes.
magic circumvents
identity.
i could believe that i was made for him...

i could believe he summonsed me,
called me forth, a spirit;
forth from some abyss
to do his bidding,
forth from my stone crysalis
to become
what he might need.

i could believe that i'm some kind
of human robot he has had designed,
with cutting edge technology,
complete with
programmed memories of the past
and poloroids in hand.

i could believe that he sought me,
that he chose me,
that somehow he owns me;
like the earth owns the moon,
like the sky owns the stars.

he holds me, like a gift that is
still in it's wrappings
as tho yet undecided...to open or not
i could believe
most anything,
it seems. i've seen it all.

i've seen identity and will
become abandon in a glance.
my mind relents
allowing space and time
for broader circumstance
as bliss takes on the garment
of belonging.

we can sing each other the same songs on the radio,
meaning overwhelms reality,
sometimes.
magic circumvents
identity
i could believe that he belongs to me.

poem by Moon Batchelder
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Identity preserved

Identity preserved
In silence through the
Knowing the identity
Of God’s essential
And limited by
Being human of endurances
My thoughts are rebellious
Against my responsible repository
Of traditional journeys taken
By my pen.
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poem by David E. Patton
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Black man be human

Black man takes out his wallet and lays it bare for all to see
Marauding notes casing his dignity
Black man be human
Question, how can I be?
Equal to the white man, silk hair smooth skin
Black man be human
Status restored but dignity ignored
Simply shaped by his disfigured identity
Causing all to scream
Black man be human
Black man takes out his wallet and lays it bare for all to see
A face achieved yet sadly he realises
Now the world screams
Black man you are human
Shaped in a western perception
Of what it means to be
Black man you are human
Black man: ‘I am human'
As they told me to be
No uniqueness
Or vision
Shaped
Character
Just like them
Black man: ‘I am human'

poem by Lindsay Maasdorp
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Clay Thoughts!

there are some hard truths,
we often fail to believe
rather we succeed to forget
we are made of clay....
yes clay, i mean it
molded to be a wonder called human
still u feel reluctant to walk barefoot
feeling the mud itself is dirty for you! !
i am no exception
the extreme of identity crisis
the thought that disturbs u and me
we are clay

poem by Felix Lama
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Nature

Nature is a purifier, a converting machine
If it's not so than life can't be seen
How dirty we are! Rivers are the proof
How selfish we are! Pollution is the proof
How ugly we are! Arms and ammunition is the proof

We are the destroyer a polluting ruffian
If it's not so than power strife can't be seen
How negligent we are! Water level is the proof
How foolish we are! Japan is the proof
How mad we are! War is the proof
O! Nature! Thou art divine providence

poem by Aftab Alam Khursheed
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Facade (a tritina)

So many have come to dwell behind a panarchy mask
Lost between the delusive dimensions of identity
Unable to perceive that which is deemed real

They dare not throw aside the caparison that veils the real
Lest those that wish to deceive and to mask
Would reveal the abstersive truth of their own identity

Yet if all would but don the verisimilitude of their identity
Then the shadows cast would corrivate into the real
And no longer would there lie merit within a mask

Are you the mask of your identity or are you real?

poem by Sheri Hockman
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