Scope of life
Scope this out
I have no doubt
I see what's going on
My heart is blessed
With scope I guess
To see what's going on around me
The scope of my thoughts are manic at time
But survivors are greater than those who give up
To the thoughts that make our emotions erupt
We look beyond the bad and good
We live our lives like God says we should
So scope this out
I have no doubt
That heaven is what's going on.
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Villanelle Of Acheron
By the pale marge of Acheron,
Me thinks we shall pass restfully,
Beyond the scope of any sun.
There all men hie them one by one,
Far from the stress of earth and sea,
By the pale marge of Acheron.
'Tis well when life and love is done,
'Tis very well at last to be,
Beyond the scope of any sun.
No busy voices there shall stun
Our ears: the stream flows silently
By the pale marge of Acheron.
There is the crown of labour won,
The sleep of immortality,
Beyond the scope of any sun.
Life, of thy gifts I will have none,
My queen is that Persephone,
By the pale marge of Acheron,
Beyond the scope of any sun.
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The Victim In Me
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
I know what I'd do put in the position.
I know how I would do it.
Reading minds.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Coordinating the attack.
Knowing they won't be able to do jack.
How I love the powerless.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Can feel the desperation.
Can you see the celebration.
The joyous occasion of misery.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
On the retreat.
A sign of defeat.
Isn't it neat.
The blood flows right beneath your feet.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
It's never easy for a king to capture his throne.
Be careful of mercy.
Be you not considered weak.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
One taste of sweet victory and theirs no going back.
The brutality of ambition.
Look at all the heads of your enemies.
Piked all over your kingdom for all too see.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Tears fall upon their deaths.
Jeers and cheers fall upon their deaths.
Rage fills some.
Others completely fall apart.
A sickness that cause them to come undone.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Or these thing I would not be able see.
A fortune teller be.
A march right in the midst of destiny.
The wounded are so plenty.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Or these thing I would not be able see.
A fortune teller be.
A march right in the midst of destiny.
The wounded are so plenty.
They are always so plenty.
And one is me.
Oh yes one is me.
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Let me
Let me breathe
the scope of your thoughts,
let me
lite the manic of my heart
with your intoxicating charms,
let me,
let me lose my aspect
in your chaste eyes,
let me
be the lyrics of your amore,
let me,
let me be the
essences of your touch.
Copyright©ElenaToledo2011
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Birds Fly
Birds fly into my windshield
Thoughts fall from my thoughts
This good luck charm hanging off my arm
Was left here by the police
Words fall out of my pockets
And cats dance under my feet
This colorful spell under which I live
Protects me from all I write
And the microscope reveals the scope
Of my very best intentions (best intentions)
Yes, the tiny light shines twice as bright
On the only nice part of me
Birds fly into my windshield
Thoughts fall from my thoughts
This good luck charm hanging off my arm
Was left here by the police
And the microscope reveals the scope
Of my very best intentions (best intentions)
Oh yes the tiny light shines twice as bright
On the only nice part of me
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The Highgrounder
Far away on the planet Highground
A ‘Highgrounder' heard a most hideous sound!
He took out his scope, to locate the vibration
and soon it came up with the planets location.
It was a planet called Earth far away near a sun,
from where there was coming a most awful hum.
There was chirping and grunting, mooing and more.
There was roaring and snoring and bleating galore!
The loudest of all was a chattering noise
it came, said the scope from some humanoids
The scope said, "look here, if you've got any sense,
you'll avoid planet Earth, the gossips immense!
You can't say a thing without somebody chattering
and hell, if you're famous you'll take such a hammering.
Whatever it was that they first heard you say
will just be mistold in a couple of days."
"They'll embellish and lie, they'll condemn and they'll spy.
They'll twist all your words till you'll just want to die!
Take heed my good friend, " the scope, it did cry!
"Is it really, that's dreadful? " "Would I lie? Would I lie? "
"Just trust what I say" and it heaved a great sigh
So all round the universe the Highgrounder did yell
Planet Earth is amuck with gossip, its hell!
That is why my dear friends that right up till today
there's not one little alien is flying our way.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Don't give up hope
Don't give up hope
Don't give up hope
There is still a whole slew of scope in hope
I know how you feel
Your predicament is unpleasant and real
Before you crumble and stumble
Like a lone wolf in your solitary struggles
I hear the sadness in your tongue
Realize that your suffering will pass
Its duration may be long
Hang in there, be strong
I know the words to your plightful song
You are not where you wish to belong
But giving up hope is forever wrong
A flower never fumbles and gives up hope
While waiting for its daily water
Hope is all to it that matters
Don't give up hope
Don't give up hope
Clutch on tight to all ropes
There is still a whole slew of scope in hope
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Patterns Of Time
carefully looking at this time
and that other time
how they correlate to connect each time
of the next time
to follow the same pattern of time
with no dime
but a crime
if a time
is wasted on no time
for you will never find a time
on the same time
that was underutilized by the time
you realize it were time
it will never be the same time
but a different time
at that point in time
on each pattern of time
from am to pm it is time
still morning to midnight is time
and any time
of the day is time
as from monday to sunday time
year start to midyear and year end is time
so, time
ticking as you may be aware of time
that everything is well connected to time
and must be done on time
for you will never find the same time
of that very point in time
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do what you can, on time. for time is never a fact but a situation of the same condition on a different setting, but still its time. therefore, time is longer than rope and shorter than your scope though at times time is beyond our scope of reach and intelligence of the mind on time.
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**extracted from 'patterns of time'**
from **patterns of life** november 2011 ebook
ntema's unique poetry (nup) .
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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None See Me Off
None see me off. Let those go home who will
Receive this blessing from a loosing heart
Let righteous deed secure you all good weal
Ye brought me up and gave me to one
who will not give you cause for anxious thoughts
I must now walk with my dear Lord of Life
Whom have I followed with inborn love.
If your love for me I give free scope
'T will cause delay.Be calm,allay your grief
who take each other by the hand secure
full purpose of this life - as Laws assert
we part for good; reserve for talk the past.
poem by Sant Tukaram
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The business of the law is to make sense of the confusion of what we call human life - to reduce it to order but at the same time to give it possibility, scope, even dignity.
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Awakening for Seasons
Alarm call signal beeps, wakes life to hope.
While vague, untidy heap stirs, seeking soap.
Above white sheets eyes peep – ‘collide a scope’
Knaps excerpt from sleep's waves, attempts to cope
Extracts dream-echoes deep which telescope
Nano half-lives, fragile figments elope.
Isolated fragments salmon-surface grope
Now mid the mind’s adjustments, knot loose rope,
Glimpse anchors dreams yet keeps thoughts in their scope.
Flashes snow sheep show, recounted hope
Of t[r]apping spring of sleep... dream’s periscope.
Rise above life's challenge slope!
SEA-change awaits as crocus, once snowbound,
SONg sings which trees decks green, gifts green to ground.
7 December 1991 revised 12 April 2008
poem by Jonathan Robin
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No Second Start
Life is a short run
Some pain some fun
Curved path zagged line
Little rain little sunshine
Live the time with love in heart
There's no scope for a second start.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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So many reasons
Incidentally we are God fearing persons
We have strong belief with so many reasons
It is broadly interwoven in complete mind
There is no pace for less scope for thoughts to find
Incidentally we are God fearing persons
We have strong belief with so many reasons
It is broadly interwoven in complete mind
There is no pace for less scope for thoughts to find
Faith sometimes compel us to depend on fate
We express helplessness and openly state
“Nothing is in our hand” as it is not destined
And we mutely agree to the things already imagined
Even highly educated people tend to bow down
They may curse themselves even if fault is not their own
This can be considered as a escapist tendency
One can only cut sorry figure and feel pity
We are for sure that only almighty is powerful
The life can end with consequence so sorrowful
This gives rise to faith blindness to succumb
Person never tries contest and remain mute and dumb
In one way it is good not to fight against unfavorable condition
It advises you to observe restraints and reserve the ammunition
It is nice to leave certain things for comfortable feeling
You might be certainly not for in or unwilling
If thing turn in your favor, you may pray god for success
You may even try to reason out for easy access
This has all happened due to luck and fate
Only fortune arrived in time from lucky gate
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Pivot
Giving up a sight,
To scope upon another...
Is a pivot.
Why can't you pivot.
Turning your head,
Sometimes would be better...
If you pivot.
Why can't you pivot.
Why can't you leave what is,
To be it's own.
Why can't you,
Let live and let live alone.
Why can't you,
Walk away or go back home.
Giving up a sight,
To scope upon another...
Is a pivot.
Why can't you pivot.
Turning your head,
Sometimes would be better...
If you pivot.
Why can't you pivot.
Why can't you leave what is,
To be it's own.
Why can't you pivot.
Do a pivot.
Why can't you,
Let live and let live alone.
Why can't you pivot.
Do a pivot.
Why can't you,
Walk away or return back home.
Why can't you leave what is,
To be it's own.
Why can't you,
Let live and let live alone.
Giving up a sight,
To scope upon another...
Is a pivot.
Why can't you pivot.
Turning your head,
Sometimes would be better...
If you pivot.
Why can't you pivot.
Turning your head,
Sometimes would be better...
If you pivot.
Why can't you pivot.
Why can't you do this.
Do a pivot.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet XXVI: I Ever Love
To Despair
I ever love where never hope appears,
Yet hope draws on my never-hoping care,
And my life's hope would die, but for despair;
My never-certain joy breeds ever-certain fears;
Uncertain dread gives wings unto my hope,
Yet my hope's wings are laden so with fear
As they cannot ascend to my hope's sphere;
Though fear gives them more than a heav'nly scope,
Yet this large room is bounded with despair;
So my love is still fetter'd with vain hope,
And liberty deprives him of his scope,
And thus am I imprison'd in the air.
Then, sweet despair, awhile hold up thy head,
Or all my hope for sorrow will be dead.
poem by Michael Drayton
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All I Have
I m anxious and distraught for the last few days
Now theres nothing of the sort that makes it all right
This moment I am compelled to go off the deep end
I clutch at every straw , my heart is sinking
I give it one more try, I give it all I can
I never wanted more, I give it one more shot
I give it all I have to make things right
What scope is there left? where is the hope then?
Ive heard it all before when life is measured
A slow and tame despair is inside all of us
Your passionate old dreams sometimes you cry for
I give it one more try, I give it all I can
I never wanted more, I give it all I have
I give it one more shot to make things right
Little else we can cherish, little else is not enough
A glimpse, a glimpse of heaven
How can I see the stars?
As all others do, as all others do
As all others do , as all others do
I give it one more try, I give it all I can
I wont fail once more
Take the bull by the horns
Try my luck once more
To make things right
Again
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All I Have
I m anxious and distraught for the last few days
Now theres nothing of the sort that makes it all right
This moment I am compelled to go off the deep end
I clutch at every straw , my heart is sinking
I give it one more try, I give it all I can
I never wanted more, I give it one more shot
I give it all I have to make things right
What scope is there left? where is the hope then?
Ive heard it all before when life is measured
A slow and tame despair is inside all of us
Your passionate old dreams sometimes you cry for
I give it one more try, I give it all I can
I never wanted more, I give it all I have
I give it one more shot to make things right
Little else we can cherish, little else is not enough
A glimpse, a glimpse of heaven
How can I see the stars?
As all others do, as all others do
As all others do , as all others do
I give it one more try, I give it all I can
I wont fail once more
Take the bull by the horns
Try my luck once more
To make things right
Again
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I Am Needing What It Is You Have To Give!
I'm needing it.
I can't resist...
More time,
With you by my side.
I am needing it.
And I can't resist...
More time,
With you by my side.
And less time,
For you to decide...
How much time you're going to give,
To fulfill my need.
Or the time you've given is enough for me.
I'm needing it.
I can't resist...
More time,
With you by my side.
I'm needing it.
I can't resist...
More time,
With you by my side.
Hope?
I have and got it.
Hope?
I've never doubted.
Hope?
I do not mope.
Or cope,
With hope to scope.
Hope?
I have and got it.
Hope?
I've never doubted.
Hope?
I do not mope.
Or cope,
With hope to scope.
I am needing it.
And I can't resist...
More time,
With you by my side.
And less time,
For you to decide...
How much time you're going to give,
To fulfill my need.
Or the time you've given is enough for me.
I'm needing it.
And I can't resist...
More time,
With you by my side.
Hope?
I have and got it.
Hope?
I've never doubted.
Hope?
I do not mope.
Or cope,
With hope to scope.
I am needing it.
And I can't resist.
Hope?
I have and got it.
Hope?
I've never doubted.
Hope?
I do not mope.
Or cope,
With hope to scope.
I am needing what it is you have to give!
Hope?
I have and got it.
Hope?
I've never doubted.
I am needing what it is you have to give!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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War is a racket. It is the only one international in scope. It is the only one in which the profits are reckoned in dollars and the losses in lives.
quote by Smedley Butler
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Use your imagination, and you'll see that even the most narrow, humdrum lives are infinite in scope if you examine them with enough care.
quote by Mark Haddon
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I Know Your Heart…
From your poetry
I know your heart
Words that heal or
Tear things apart
Words from fear
Uncertainty, doubt
Poetic words that
Unite, block out
Words of love,
Reverence, hope
Tiny words or
Large in scope
Words wisely chosen
Words that cause pain
And damaged feelings
Over and over again
Next time your mouth opens
Check heart before you speak
For things always go better
When one withholds critique
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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