Ki Jan-Ilye Is Dead
Dictators die too; nobody is eternal
No one is here on earth for life
All humans are the same and equal
Under the sun of the Almighty God.
Instead of crying, I giggle and laugh
When one of those criminals finally
Kicks the bloody bucket; God
Will always have the last words.
Kill by the swords and you shall die by the swords
Hate only destroys and love heals
Political prisoners are hung by their heels
Beat, mistreated, abused, humiliated
And cowardly assassinated
Always remember, at times, Justice may be slow,
But she will inevitably come at the end of the show.
Ki Jan-Ilye is dead
It is ironically sad
To see crying and weeping the very people
That his regime had oppressed for years
Their reaction turned my heart purple
Mad man, at death, can bring happy tears
That inspire and excite journalists,
Poets, reporters, writers and activists.
Dictators eventually die; only God is eternal
The dreams of the innocent will live forever
The prayers of the victims are sealed in God’s coffer
All humans are identical and equal.
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Death Of A Mad Dictator
Mum the word; he is now a mummy.
He is no longer a despicable dummy.
What an immensely momentous event!
Crime never pays, even if you are an arrogant
Tyrant. You give respect and you will be respected.
This is a victory for the oppressed, humiliated,
Castrated, electrocuted, murdered and violated
Sons and daughters of God. Allah is good,
Allahu akbar! Allah provides food
And gives strength to the mothers,
Whose offsprings were executed by the murderers.
The executions of two recent mad dogs are reminders
That all men and women are of equal
Values. Freedom of speech is a gift from the eternal
God at birth. Babies cry to affirm their existence.
Freedom of expression, freedom of resistance
Are sacred. Never be afraid to express yourself.
Never be afraid to fight the oppressive elf.
Under the light of the moon, all matters will rot
And return to their original forms. There is a small lot
Somewhere for all creatures on earth.
Freedom of expression is given at birth
By the almighty Allah; that’s the first gift,
Love is the second, and respect, the third lift.
I don’t know why those selfish cowards
Can never take full advantage of these treasures,
Instead of doing the contrary: oppressing, diminishing,
Exploiting, insulting, discriminating and killing
The weakest souls which need affection,
Good treatment, compassion and protection.
This is a lesson and a warning to all other dictators.
Respect and love your people, they are your brothers
And sisters. Live well and let live, because death
Will come one day to sweep away everything. Share the wealth,
Because a mummy cannot carry diamonds,
Gold, money, power, stocks and bonds.
Help your people and you will have a long life.
All dictators belong in the sewers. Please don’t laugh,
That’s true, that’s where they hide when they can no longer run.
What a victory for the oppressed, which, now, can finally have fun!
poem by Hebert Logerie
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I Love That I Love You
I love that you are here with me
I love that we are still friends
I love when we talk you always smile
I love that you’re alive
I love that I make you happy
I love that I can’t forget you
I love that it’s everything I wanted
I love that you’re here
I love when you smile
I love that I always smile with you
I love that we get along wherever we are
I love that I love you
I love when we laugh together
I love when I hug you
I love that our friends know,
I love you
I love that I only want you
I love that fate brought us together
I love the way you talk to me
I love that you are here in my life
I love how you choose me than them
I love your words
I love that you’re clean
I love that you make me feel special
I love that you’re mine
I love our friends
I love how you’re peaceful
I love your parents
I love how well they’ve raised you
I love seeing you smile
I love that you mean so much
I love that I love you
I love how I would kill to be with you
I love that you’re in my heart forever
I love that you are my first love but
I hate that I love you too much
I hate that I don't hate you
Lilly James
I hate that you left me
I have that I fell for you
I hate that your smile haunts
I hate that you died
I hate that I can't be angry
I hate that I'm upset
I hate that you wanted this
I hate that I wasn't enough
I hate that I couldn't make you happy
I hate that your gone
I hate that I don't hate you
I hate that your laugh is gone
I hate your gentle kisses
I hate your friends for not crying
I hate that I can't stop crying
I hate that life goes on
I hate that your not actually dead
I hate your choices
I hate the drugs that you love
I hate I feel that your dead
I hate you're no longer mine
I hate the people you now call friends
I hate the men you sleep with
I hate your dad for what he's done
I hate seeing you so unhappy
I hate so many things but the one
I hate the most
I hate that I love you
I hate I would die for you
I hate I'll never get over you
I hate this new you
I hate myself for not hating you
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I hate that I don't hate you
I hate that you left me
I have that I fell for you
I hate that your smile haunts
I hate that you died
I hate that I can't be angry
I hate that I'm upset
I hate that you wanted this
I hate that I wasn't enough
I hate that I couldn't make you happy
I hate that your gone
I hate that I don't hate you
I hate that your laugh is gone
I hate your gentle kisses
I hate your friends for not crying
I hate that I can't stop crying
I hate that life goes on
I hate that your not actually dead
I hate your choices
I hate the drugs that you love
I hate I feel that your dead
I hate you're no longer mine
I hate the people you now call friends
I hate the men you sleep with
I hate your dad for what he's done
I hate seeing you so unhappy
I hate so many things but the one
I hate the most
I hate that I love you
I hate I would die for you
I hate I'll never get over you
I hate this new you
I hate myself for not hating you
poem by Jordyn Heal
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His Reckoning
No man lives forever
Even a powerful one,
He will die sooner or later
With just a breath, he's gone.
Dictators, presidents-
Whatever their positions,
No escape when Death is sent
No political negotiations.
God has a way of removing
Puny abusers of power
For they soon end up dying
From illnesses that plague after.
Man's pride should bring him low
For he is just a mere mortal,
His life, he does not know
Is held by the God Who's eternal.
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July 15,2009
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Innocents Shed Lives
'The days of divine rights of kings' have gone
Their monopoly to rule also has been undone
Lot many countries have adopted world charter
Where equal rights for all have proved as good starter
Weak political system has given the room for dictators to rise
The whole system has been pushed aside and resulted in breach of promises
Promises given to people of the land to rule as per their wishes
Alas! That has remained distant dream and all hopes remain dashed
Entire globe is divided into two systems
Yet it does not suit to their design and ill will stem
Dictators seize powers and pirates rule the sea
Very pathetic condition all over world to see
How many innocents shed lives per day?
How many soldiers loose their precious lives on the way?
Their vehicles are blasted and road is blocked
In friction of seconds many lives are smoked
Terrorists strike at their will and keep humans as shield
They have sway over limited land yet find open field
Not all efforts are paying any dividend for world peace
Life is very difficult for poor people to live at ease
There may be many people like me feeling helpless
Yet we cry over liberty and bring smile on face
Many activists rot in jails for no fault or crime
What next should be our goal or aim as prime?
Let there be system if any country chooses?
World should not bother as no threat it poses
Let there be no violation of human rights
Rest all can be avoided to fuel the fight
If need be lawlessness can be curbed with heavy hand
This beautiful world belongs to all and must prove as heavenly land
It is not the role of any class or country
We are here as special missionary of the almighty
Let doves fly all over globe with message
Small branch in mouth to speak nothing
Let world witness real message behind
Search the soul earnestly and find
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Crying In The Rain
(coverdale)
A black cat moans
When hes burning with the fever
A stray dog howls
When hes lonely in the night
A woman goes crazy
With the though of retribution
But, a man starts weeping
When hes sick and tired of life
I keep on dreaming dreams of tomorrow
Feel Im wasting my time
Lighting candles in the wind,
Always taking my chances
On the promise of the future
But, a heart full of sorrow
Paints a lonely tapestry
The sun is shining
But, its raining in my heart
No one understands the heartache,
No one feels the pain,
cos no one ever sees the tears
When youre crying in the rain,
When youre crying in the rain,
Crying in the rain...
I can never deny
All the sweet things I have tasted
Tho Ive been mistreated
I keep coming back for more,
I know where Im going
Theres no hope of absolution
I cant seem to separate
The good times from the bad
The sun is shining
But, its raining in my heart
No one understands the heartache,
No one feels the pain,
cos no one ever sees the tears
When youre crying in the rain,
When youre crying in the rain,
When youre crying in the rain,
When youre crying in the rain
The sun is shining
But, its raining in my heart
No one understands the heartache,
No one feels the pain,
cos no one ever sees the tears
When youre crying in the rain,
When youre crying in the rain,
When youre crying in the rain,
When youre crying in the rain
Crying in the rain...
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Knight Brotherhood
The metalic clash of bronze,
the sweeping sound of steel.
The first draw of swords,
in their weilder's hands feel.
Through the drawn out years,
a bloody war do we wage.
Only to be recorded,
in a single blood-stained page.
We can never stop,
for no solution can we find.
We are stuck forever,
in this eternal bind.
Once best of friends we were,
now backs turned away.
May this quest for blood finally end,
that much we both pray.
Spilled Perfume
(pam tillis/dean dillon)
I aint even gonna to ask you
I can read you like a book
Girl if I ever saw one thats an
I cant believe I did that look
You look like something that the cat drug in
So I wont kick you while youre down
Just let me tell you friend to friend
bout a block Ive been around
Did you really think last night would last forever
Did you really think that guy hung the moon
Right now you hate yourself cause you knew better
But theres no use crying over spilled perfume
Theres a big difference between lonely
And lonely for way too long
And I knew when he made his move
You werent feeling all that strong
So I bit my tongue cause I saw it coming
As you danced so close to him
Its two steps forward and three steps back
When a heart is on the mend
Did you really think last night would last forever
Did you really think that guy hung the moon
Right now you hate yourself cause you knew better
But theres no use crying over spilled perfume
You fell in a moment of weakness
Well you just got to pull yourself back up
Dry your morning-after tears
cause whats done is done
Did you really think last night would last forever
Did you really think that guy hung the moon
Right now you hate yourself cause you knew better
But theres no use crying over spilled perfume
No use crying over, no use crying over
No use crying over, spilled perfume
song performed by by Pam Tillis
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Let's Decide Lest He Decides
In the solar system, we live on this Earth
Where humans have born, humanity yet to take birth.
Of all forms, humans claim to be hero
But fanaticism of all kinds, make him big zero.
Terrorism and barbarism, still matters of big shame,
Put in the reverse gear all that humans claim.
Darwinism may give us some hope
"Natural Selection' takes its own course.
Again wait for millions of years,
Humans may get few cheers
Not without fears.
Remember your past
Mightiest forms were lost.
Giants like dinosaurs,
No body knows, were seen last.
If "struggle for existence and survival of the fittest", goes on,
Humans may become extinct when the process is still on.
Be quick! Let's decide,
Not to commit suicide
Lest He decides to dump
The whole 'man kind'.
If at all we have to fight,
Let's fight for the human rights,
And eliminate all those
Who put us
Where corners are tight
O! The LORD of this Earth,
Let the humanity take its birth,
Let race and religion not teach us hate,
Let the hate genes vanish or mutate.
Without humanity, let there be no humans,
Out of this hell, let us create the heavens
Promise, not to repeat this 11th day of September and 26th Novemeber,
Heinous act of these days, world will always remember
Who did it, hardly matters,
Humans did it all that matters.
Let him pay the price,
And shed tears for millions of years.
poem by Swadesh Chander Virmani
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Love
LOVE, most beautiful natural instinct life has given us,
LOVE, mother nature provides the many loves for basic survival,
LOVE, the greatest demand and motivation within humans,
LOVE, strongest mental force from these instinctive wants.
LOVE, the eternal flame of hope human beings wish for,
LOVE, the greatest physical feeling enjoyed by humans,
LOVE, compassion of affections for the good of mankind,
LOVE, romance of humans rewarded by the thirst of sexual love.
LOVE, in humans charts our course in our daily lives,
LOVE, in man holds his integrity as a human being,
LOVE, the pendulum in the philosophy of sanity,
LOVE, positive traits within humans, to befriend others in need.
LOVE, the innocent children pure in mind as their faces,
LOVE, inspiration of man to bring forth new life in humanity,
LOVE, sharing to give, to be honest, to have faith, to see God,
LOVE, others feelings, to understand, to be trusted, to be thankful.
LOVE, the force of humanities, to live together in peace,
LOVE, throughout the World keeps Nations at peace,
LOVE, motivations of human beings for continuous existence,
LOVE, hope for continual survival of "Worldly Co-existence."
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The Day Of Judgment
God is the Best Judge
Most of the girls
Will go to paradise
Because
They are under
Guardianship of the boys
So the girls will go through
Less cross-examination
Whereas
Most of the boys
Will go to hell
Because
They will be held responsible
For the sins of the girls
Of their respective families
Most of the poor people
Will go to paradise
Because
They will go through
Less cross-examination
Whereas
Most of the rich people
Will go to hell
Because
They will go through
A lot of cross-examination
Most of the black people
Will go to paradise
Because
Most of the times
They are discriminated
Underestimated and oppressed
Whereas
Most of the white people
Will go to hell
Because
Most of the times
They discriminate
Underestimate and oppress
The black people
Most of the Jinn
Will go to paradise
Because
They are less intelligent
Whereas
Most of the humans
Will go to hell
Because
They are the most intelligent beings
So most of them
Will go through
A hell lot of cross-examination
However
After receiving punishment in hell
Some of the humans
Will go to paradise
Then
There will be equal
Number of humans
In paradise and in hell……………
poem by Asif Andalib
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Masaccre
The most horrible crime against humanity is...
The butchery of innocent victims
slaughtered in hundreds without mercy.
This carnage of humans
evident annihilation of the weak.
Mass murder is executed by terrorists;
masterminded by dictators who order the mass execution.
The weapons of mass destruction if employ
will ensure bloodbath of the populace.
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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ll Be crying
'll Be crying tears if some of my wounds heal
'll Be crying crying child lost compassion
'll Be crying to wipe some tears filled my grief
'll be crying and the tears stream around me
'll Be crying'll be crying and the remainder of my life
'll be crying to drown in my tears
'll Be crying in the coffin and bury my grief
'll Be crying.. 'll Be crying.. 'll Be crying
poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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A soldiers last letter
I left the town
A night in June
Towards a war
That I didn’t knew
You sent me a letter
But when answering your words
We passed a graveyard
Who corrupted my words
I wanted to scream
And run back home
Darling I’m afraid
I’ll be delayed
So I won’t be home
When our baby is born
When writing this letter
I wanted to cry
But I can’t
Because baby
I’m a guy
Men must be strong
So men don’t cry
But baby
I want to kill this guy
Who said such a stupid words
I swear I’ll kill him
And make him eat his words
In this moment
We arrived at the camp
Blood, sweat and tears
Welcomed us back
Darling...
Men twice my size
Were crying for momma
Covered in blood
And still in their pjmas
Darling
I’ve got good news
And bad ones
I won’t be delayed
But I won’t come home
Either
Tomorrow, next week or in years
I fact my dear
I never will.
Don’t spill your tears
You’re so fragile my dear…
Please tell my son
To not play with guns
Move on my dear
But do never forget me
Marry a man
And do never regret it
Darling
They say
That I won’t be okay
But I already knew that
So I guess its okay
The bindings are falling
And blood is crawling
Out of my body
Leaving me spotty
And stained
But I guess, I’ll soon be drained
Darling, these are my last words
Written on a bloody paper
I dedicate these to you
Darling live your life as I tell you to
I’m not bossy
I’m just telling the truth
Darling always remember
Life’s too short to wake up in the morning with regrets
Love the people who treat you right
Forget about the ones who don’t
Believe everything happens for a reason
And if you get a chance. Take it
If it changes your life. Let it
I’m not saying it’ll be easy
Just promising it’ll be worth it
Love like never before
Live like it’s your last day
And dream like it’ll last forever
Take care of those around you
You’ll never know if you’ll see them again
Remember me for who I am
Not for whom I was
Let me live on within you
Take care of those who I let behind
Including you
And with these words
I’ll leave you
Remember I LOVE YOU
My friends are now crying
While I’m slowly dying
I am not lying
I’m closing my eyes
And taking a breath
My last breath
I love you
And never forget it
Believe it
Live it
Breath it
Love it
Smell it
Taste it
Cause its true
I LOVE YOU
poem by Mallory Piña Villa
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Arab Spring
Remember Viet Nam? Remember Iraq and hawk republicans and neo cons going it alone with horrible loss of life and treasure amidst tax breaks to the filthy rich and a crashed economy? No thanks Romney/Ryan - George Bush. Should we hire some dictators? 2001 9/11 took place under a republican administration and they allowed 18 Saudi Arabians to take the world trade center down. They play oil games and could careless about all the hurting people underneath the dictators they supported. The dictators are going and the catharsis is here and I will take President Obama a thousand times over these rightwing blustering cowboy tea party nuts. The only thing Romney knows about foreign policy is where he can hide his outsourcing money to evade taxes.
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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God’s Healing Hand
Almighty God’s healing hand, can touch the heart and soul of man,
The same hand which heals ills, can straighten out our twisted wills.
Christ who healed the multitudes, also healed hearts and attitudes,
The Lord can redirect any life, away from pains and darkened strife.
God will meet you where you are, dear friend, be it near or be it far.
For God leads a lost sinful soul, to His Son, who makes him whole.
He will give you new found sight, and put you on a path that’s right.
God will meet you in your night, to guide you out with His pure light.
Taking you from where you’ve been, by His Son, who heals our sin.
He then takes you to a higher place, as He leads you by His Grace.
God’s Eternal Healing for every life, is in the power of Jesus Christ.
Through His stripes we are healed, this is what Isaiah has revealed,
Stripes He received upon the cross, where Christ died for all the lost.
Isaiah and others had prophesied, about Christ who came and died,
Well before Christ walked on earth, well before Christ’s humble birth.
Although Christ healed many friend, He came to show a better end,
As all who one day leave this life, can live forever with Jesus Christ.
The stripes that He did receive, spiritually healed all who did believe.
Even today the stripes He bore, for men lead to God’s Eternal shore.
Beyond is eternal life, not death, eternal health and Heaven’s breath.
(Copyright ©07/2006)
Strike The Chord Of My Heart
My heart is sensitive and sometimes cry,
When feels the pain of humans, their despair, poorness and hunger,
My heart wants to take away people's pain,
And to make them happy, to see smile on their faces again and again.
Is it something more precious than to feel happiness,
Of all humanity no matter of social classes, race or gender?
Is it something more worthy than to dedicate your life to your fellows,
And to feel your heart enriched with a happy child smile?
You should follow your heart,
You should go beyond understanding,
When it's about matters of life,
Show compassion and love to humans.
My heart is a harp and vibrates,
When is touched by humans with grace,
Strike the chord of my heart,
And you will see its depth and your reflection in it.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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On CNN, I Saw My True Heroes
At the crossroads of my life,
I thought that most of my Heroes
Were dead, killed, tortured or knifed
By some cheap bums or paid sbirroes
Of some barbarous gangs in uniform.
Tonight, I saw the sad events in a different form,
I can honestly tell you more about my true Heroes.
Most are gone, but some are still suffering in Homs,
Under a heartless and ruthless regime; with no homes,
No shelters to hide; they are exposed
To heavy shelling, mortars, and deadly rockets.
Those victims are my people, my brothers
And sisters. They are constantly in my prayers.
Our world, which failed to rescue them, owes them a series of debts.
My Heroes' biggest weapons are their voices.
Their cries will silent the tanks and the Kalashnikov guns,
And, in the name of God, will turn them into babies' toys.
Justice and Liberty will prevail in favor of the sons
And daughters of the Almighty God.
The gangsters ignore that they came from earth and like mud
All shall return to that state. The souls
Of the innocent civilians will head to Heaven,
Accompanied by the army of the Angels,
Meanwhile the oppressors will be thrown in Hell with Satan.
My true Heroes are suffering and dying in Homs;
They have no heavy guns, no shelters and no homes.
Children and men are weeping and dying; women are crying
And being raped; while the Superpowers are simply watching.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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Worth A Shot
What kind of lottery have we won?
When we are here having fun
War-torn countries at the end of a gun
Where the dying has just begun
People dying
Children crying
Widows weeping
Justice sleeping
Contemplate this, it would be a start
With wisdom and effort we may impart
For someone’s existence, a piece of our heart
Making a difference before we depart
People dying
Children crying
Widows weeping
Justice sleeping
Corporate America are you hearing this?
Can anyone see how they are so remiss?
Reaping millions where ignorance is bliss
Their dollars filling their own void, an abyss
People dying
Children crying
Widows weeping
Justice sleeping
It’s what we do with what we’ve got
It’s who we help with who knows what
It’s sharing with those who have not
Don’t you think it’s worth a shot?
poem by Rose Falcone
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If 1 And 2 Were Equal
If 1 and 2 were equal
we'd have as many hearts as fists
If 1 and 2 were equal
we'd have confused shopping lists
If 1 and 2 were equal
there'd be less phone numbers to dial
If 1 and 2 were equal
noon would surely last a while
If 1 and 2 were equal
there'd be a nose under each eye
If 1 and 2 were equal
you couldn't say no to 'you and I? '
If 1 and 2 were equal
I think I'd be much more happy
'cause if 1 and 2 were equal
I would not be so lonely
poem by John W. McEwers
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