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My Loss

We are two limbs patching our wings
Twas guided by perfect winds
The green scenery use to creates temptation
But the vast blue sky was giving better impression
We were so free up in the sky
your falling is the thing I can still deny
You were strong fast and healthful
but all that was a too boastful
Endings no longer wait for complete stories
It knocks in times of, youth, adult merry and worries
When I pass were you fall, I always cry
But straight path, constable wind at least I can fly
Tho we diverge our separate path
Amisse moment of our time was a rare fact
At least I still preach and say
The sweet memories any my loss when you are away.

poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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Everything But Me

Ashes falling on the ground
Winds that blow a hollow sound
Once standing taller still
Now falling by your will
How many times the sun has shown
On everything but me

Rain that falls upon my heart
Washes away the endings start
I try to sing aloud but
My voice is lost within the crowd
How many times the sun has shown
On everything but me

Every little thing is free
Every little moment sings
Every little ray of sunshine
Every little broken heart of mine
How many times the sun has shown
On everything but me

Blinded by the snow today
My true friend grey skies comes to play
Lost inside my forest desire
Feeling this wild funeral pyre
How many times the sun has shown
On everything but me

Every little thing is free
Every little moment sings
Every little ray of sunshine
Every little broken heart of mine
How many times the sun has shown
On everything but me
Every little thing is free
Every little moment sings
Every little ray of sunshine
Every little broken heart of mine
How many times the sun has shown
On everything but me

poem by Barbara Vanier
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My Mom

My Mom was like a perfect rose at springtime,
Pure and beautiful, and the petals perfectly formed,
And it's fragrance sweet and pleasing to the senses.
For the rose, as my mom, came into this world as a thing of beauty.

As time passed, the winds came into my mother's life,
For as life brings the rose, it also brings the winds.
The wind blows the petals off the rose and it is no longer new
And struggles through the wind to regain its strength and beauty.

Because the rose by God's design is a thing of splendor,
The petals grow back as the winds die down,
As did my mother, for her spirit was strong,
And she lived her life with a love that had no boundaries.

My Mom fought many winds with grace and strength,
Always with a smile and never to bring sadness to anyone,
For she could not bear to see anyone cry,
She was too full of love and life to let the wind touch her spirit.

Mom was my perfect rose; beautiful, warm, loving, and sweet.
She is safe from the winds now and lives in Heaven.
She will live on in my heart always,
And ease the strong wind that weakens me.

Someday the wind will be only a gentle breeze upon my face,
And I will know that she lives on in me forever.
I will know that my Mom is still with me,
Still beautiful and strong and loving.

She is safe now and so much stronger than the winds
The she so courageously endured.
And in that she taught me to believe, have faith, and to know
That I have the strength to endure the winds of my own sorrow.

I love you Mom, you are forever in my heart - you are forever.

poem by Sally DeSmet Trueblood
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The Addiction To Write

THIS is my addiction: to write
my failure: sometimes i write without a direction
and my success: i am writing about everything
that happened here
without missing a thing
thru symbols and signs
when things i met are unbearable
thru stories to illustrate what
misery have others inflicted upon others
and themselves
thru poems that can speak what i do not wish
to tell you
this is my addiction: writing without a purpose
except to spend time with you
descriptive and not judgmental
letting the hours go and not imprisoning them in the
cells of my mind
accepting the fact that i am as insignificant as you
that we pass this way
and we do not really know where we are finally going
we hope that this is not just this
but that there is something beyond
we suspect but we kill it
we live each moment and so we live without fear
we are here because we are here
we step upon a path because it is a path
we think we think we always do this thinking
and it must not be for nothing
we think, we think.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Solution

No need to wonder - do you belong?
No need to worry
You can be strong
Dont disbelieve it
Let your fears go
There must be more to this life
And we all know
Deep inside
The solution
Staring you down
Looking for
The solution
Bringing you round
Round and round we go
Round and round we go
The past can haunt your future so
Shadows are falling look out below
Voices are calling echoes unknown
There must be more to this life than we all know
Looking for
The solution
Staring you down
Deep inside
The solution
Bringing you round
Giving it out
Giving it out
Do the best that you can do
Giving it out
Giving it out
Its all up to you
Giving it out
Giving it out
Do the best that you can do
Giving it out
Giving it out
Its all up to you
Its all up to you
Over and under and down we go
(down we go)
Caught at the crossroads - which way to go?
(path unknown)
Choosing the right path?
Only you know
Looking for
The solution
You hold the key
Deep inside
The solution
Set yourself free
Round and round we go
Round and round we go
Giving in, giving out
Do the best you can do
Giving in, giving out
Its all up to you
Giving in, giving out
Do the best you can do
Giving in, giving out
Its all up to you
Its all up to you
Its all up to you

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The Solution

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Lonely Places

Along came all the determinism,
I have always been a fighter,
The bravery I knew vanished,
The vision so vivid and intense,
Temptation faught me to the grave,
Hanging my neck with great precision,
Falling in battle was always rare,
All dragged into oblivion,
When it was just me and her,
Together in lonely places

Sitting there, sitting with me,
Looking there, loking at me,
Her thighs I longed to reach,
Her lips I longed to kiss,
We were a perfect match,
Just in an imperfect moment,
I picked a rose,
Its scent so strong and pure,
The tears can flow down,
But the love cannot
Upon what grounds shall you love me,
The pain of a dying soldier,
A tale of fighting temptation,
It remains you and me along,
Perfect match with smiling faces,
Falling love in lonely places

Will it ever be be fine,
Fighting against all time,
Will you ever be mine,
Poor me standing in the line,
Fight me not beautiful,
Im a boy falling in love
Come along lets have a dance,
Of course in our lonely places

In the face of the earth there we are,
An express manifestation of care,
Am I lover or a friend,
Are we in, or yet to discover,
Your heart shall you release,
To the rescue of my long agony,
So shall we go in our lonely places,
This time I will whisper the words,
Yes in the cold of the night,
Never friends under the blue sky,
Ever there under the dark sky,
Never friends in the free world,
Ever there in lonely places

poem by Gaylord Munemo
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I'm Glad Somebody Does!

May your memories be greater...
On this day.
This day...
You can say,
Brought you into this 'now' from yesterday.
You can say that...and,
You can say anything you wish.
Say something about what you think,
Is missed!
And you hold onto a desire it can be retreived.
But you have to leave the scenery behind.
It's outdated.

You have walked down that path.

It's okay to have those kinds of memories,
When they do not linger.
They are enjoyed when they do come...
And the going away isn't painful.
Even in the bitterness then...
There shouldn't be any bitterness,
To cling onto now.

May your memories be greater...
On this day.
This day...
You can say,
Brought you into this 'now' from yesterday.

You have walked down that path...
How many times before?
No need to quizz and analyze yourself.
Know you've donated and done your duty.
And just step!
Slowly away if you have to tip toe,
But just step!

Then...
When your memories can actually spark,
With a radiance you can only describe as...
A sense of complete joy within you.
Bouncing another step forward,
And enhancing...
Then 'kazaam!

The power of doubt begins to shade the Sun,
And cloud the blue sky!
Then suddenly the thunder roars,
And the lightening strikes.
Leaving you in an indecisive state of mind!

'I hate that shhh..'

Shhhh! !

You may say anything you wish,
About 'this' and 'that'.
And who should have washed the dishes!
And who was reponsible for letting out the cat?

Comeon!
You can only have it so good!

Then it dawns on you,
Something you think you might have missed...
Can someday be retreived.
You might believe that...
But you have to leave the scenery behind.
It's outdated.
Clip and paste it.
Put it in a safe place in your mind!

You know what I'm saying?
You do?

'I'm glad somebody does! '
Yes...
I'm glad somebody does!

May your memories be greater today,
Than the ones you are feeling freer to let go.
Let them go...
To be among the others,
You have chosen to pick.
From a wealth of good ones.

'Why did they laugh at you? '

When? Laugh? Who?

'When you repeated what I said...
'I'm glad somebody does.'

They were laughing at you,
And that 'snide' remark!

'What 'snide' remark?
They couldn't see or hear me! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Of A Beautiful Soul

i have fallen off the path of enlightenment in which angels guided me thru troubled times a great cloud of pure deep darkness is in the path in which i must cross light can not even pierce thru this cloud objects in my way everywhere and anyway i turn evil lays behind me as times that were hard are now passed but im not outta the woods yet more and many more journies lie ahead unclear and unknown to all that travel down the dark path must soldier on and go thru all the objects must always be on the move acomplete a mission must always march forward no matter what situation no matter how dire the need be for me i must percieve and once again stay away from the dream killer soul shard the diamond star of st.666 fire everywhere lights anywhere from everywhere people and buildings the earth scorched from above and below run run far get ahead travel like no one can they say patience is a virture hang in there and hold on and god and the heavenly angels will guide u to the light ill wait for long as i can and as long as it takes alone and always constantly in harms way for the moon and the stars in the skies above and beyond i remember from memory and always remember beauty as i can i can a beautiful woman with a heart like that of pure golden delight and s mile so sweet she made me blush just thinking of that soft sweet smile and her gentle soul one day ill be at peace with the universe and times of chaos will trouble and no longer rock my world one day wen i am outta hell and at ease i will be with her and never no pain nor lonliness darkness will leave my mind and i will always treasure her for who and she is and why i love her so her soul so perfect a gem a diamond in which sparkles and shines for her smile and love complete me in ways i can never understand.

poem by Dorian Suchelle
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All Fall Down

What can you tell me, of the perfect man.
What can you tell me, now I dont quite understand.
We lose our grip, we glide and stall.
Some things come easy, some dont come at all.
We chip away at the perfect man.
What can you show me, now I dont quite understand.
Eye to eye nothing left to say
But will you really throw it all away.
We trip, we stumble, and we all fall down.
Things go wrong, though are strong.
We slip, we fumble, and we all fall down
Round and round, we all fall down.
Sometime....
No matter how we try to keep things straight.
It makes no difference, while we cause our fate.
We burn our candle unaware.
While on our knees we cry in prayer.
We trip, we stumble, and we all fall down.
Pain wont last, this too shall pass.
We slip, we fumble, and we all fall down
Round and round, time and time, again.
But ahhhh,
If its so simple then explain to me.
How pain is so close to ecstasy.
How change can make you feel so free.
Ahhhh,
If we were meant to be such perfect fools.
Then why do we always break the rules,
Crashing through lifes scenery.
We trip, we stumble, and we all fall down.
Angry cries and desperate lies.
We slip, we fumble, and we all fall down
Hearts to mend, sun comes up again.

song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Magic & Loss - The Summation

When you pass through the fire, you pass through humble
You pass through a maze of self doubt
When you pass through humble, the lights can blind you
Some people never figure that out
You pass through arrogance, you pass through hurt
You pass through an ever present past
And its best not to wait for luck to save you
Pass through the fire to the light
Pass through the fire to the light
Pass through the fire to the light
Its best not to wait for luck to save you
Pass through the fire to the light
As you pass through the fire, your right hand waving
There are things you have to throw out
That caustic dread inside your head
Will never help you out
You have to be very strong, cause youll start from zero
Over and over again
And as the smoke clears theres an all consuming fire
Lying straight ahead
Lying straight ahead
Lying straight ahead
As the smoke clears theres an all consuming fire
Lying straight ahead
They say no one person can do it all
But you want to in your head
But you cant be shakespeare and you cant be joyce
So what is left instead
Youre stuck with yourself and a rage that can hurt you
You have to start at the beginning again
And just this moment this wonderful fire
Started up again
When you pass through humble, when you pass through sickly
When you pass through Im better than you all
When you pass through anger and self deprecation
And have the strength to acknowledge it all
When the past makes you laugh and you can savor the magic
That let you survive your own war
You find that that fire is passion
And theres a door up ahead not a wall
As you pass through fire as you pass through fire
Trying to remember its name
When you pass through fire licking at your lips
You cannot remain the same
And if the buildings burning move towards that door
But dont put the flames out
Theres a bit of magic in everything
And then some loss to even things out
Some loss to even things out
Some loss to even things out
Theres a bit of magic in everything
And then some loss to even things out

song performed by by Lou Reed
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My Blue Ocean

I once heard Captain Dan tell me a story
about this lovely girl who's name was Jane
She was vast and deep and filled with glory
Aaaahhhh
Bottom served as home for hull and anchor
She's always fit to quarrel with the wind
The great Titanic yes it's she that sank her
Aaaahhhh
Then she heard me
Say that oath that
made everything clear
I love you
My ocean blue
I like the way your sea sees me
My darling Jane
She speaks to me at times through falling rain
Now twas time to manifest her vigor
Was she fit to quarrel with the wind?
The air was strong but Jane she was much bigger
Aaaaahhhh
Then she heard me
say that oath that
made everything clear
I love you
My ocean blue
I like the way your sea sees me
My darling Jane
Oh me, my darling Jane
Oh me and my darling Jane
She speaks to me at times through falling rain
Speaks to me at times through falling rain

song performed by by Maroon 5
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All Things will Die

Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing

Under my eye;
Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowing

Over the sky.
One after another the white clouds are fleeting;
Every heart this May morning in joyance is beating

Full merrily;
Yet all things must die.
The stream will cease to flow;
The wind will cease to blow;
The clouds will cease to fleet;
The heart will cease to beat;
For all things must die.
All things must die.
Spring will come never more.
O, vanity!
Death waits at the door.
See! our friends are all forsaking
The wine and the merrymaking.
We are call’d–we must go.
Laid low, very low,
In the dark we must lie.
The merry glees are still;
The voice of the bird
Shall no more be heard,
Nor the wind on the hill.
O, misery!
Hark! death is calling
While I speak to ye,
The jaw is falling,
The red cheek paling,
The strong limbs failing;
Ice with the warm blood mixing;
The eyeballs fixing.
Nine times goes the passing bell:
Ye merry souls, farewell.
The old earth
Had a birth,
As all men know,
Long ago.
And the old earth must die.
So let the warm winds range,
And the blue wave beat the shore;
For even and morn
Ye will never see
Thro’ eternity.
All things were born.
Ye will come never more,
For all things must die.

poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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True Love

Shallow muffles smashed,
beneath the covers
shields my cries and holds my tears,
forgive my sins and heal my soul
though screams fell in-vain
i look for a better past
a new life cause none better
every exist as far as i move on
i fall and rise to fall again
so guide my hands and light my path
as i slowly move in the dark
scared of my own shadow
looking of my shoulder
as i curl up in a ball
this thing in side kills me
as my love for you have been hiding
though you're gone
i see you in my eyes
as i try to deny the fact
as no longer do your
face appear in reality
as moments no longer bring joy
and a smile no longer show,
suffering filled this heart break
as i look deep at my reflection
i see you remembering
your time on this earth
as you brought me joy

poem by Robert Roberts
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The stones and the roses

The path is sometimes hard with stones and thorns.
Better to pass it as fast as you can.
The longer you delve, the greater they harm.
The path is studded with roses and grass.
Better to stay there as long as you can.
The longer you delve, the greater they sooth.
13.06.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Memoir

Something never turns back -
Time is that genre so prime;
getting past often so fast,
makes all run after the vast
meandering path of life
full of bustles, full of strife.

Todays or tomorrows just live
a short while, so fast and active,
memories overcasting minds,
find time so short lasting.
Just last year you went past
a shocking loss still lambastes.

Diving in the divine ocean,
for gems of your all sweet passions,
your memoir is written in tears -
as a companion to adhere
to my sand dune of hot blast
like planets deeming to last.

[ Written on the first death anniversary of my wife in October,2005]

poem by Gautam Sen
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A Coloured Print by Shokei

It winds along the face of a cliff
This path which I long to explore,
And over it dashes a waterfall,
And the air is full of the roar
And the thunderous voice of waters which sweep
In a silver torrent over some steep.

It clears the path with a mighty bound
And tumbles below and away,
And the trees and the bushes which grow in the rocks
Are wet with its jewelled spray;
The air is misty and heavy with sound,
And small, wet wildflowers star the ground.

Oh! The dampness is very good to smell,
And the path is soft to tread,
And beyond the fall it winds up and on,
While little streamlets thread
Their own meandering way down the hill
Each singing its own little song, until

I forget that 't is only a pictured path,
And I hear the water and wind,
And look through the mist, and strain my eyes
To see what there is behind;
For it must lead to a happy land,
This little path by a waterfall spanned.

poem by Amy Lowell
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And Suddenly I'll Go

watch the tree branches
that falling down
to the stream, where a happy faces
of the fish patiently
wait to ride; as the tail jerk the
moving current
of the turmoil sight drags the body
to swim, and felt in the hey

oh! Water Lilies, sweet as you say
look upon your beautiful flower that bloom
like wind-dropp moist in the sky
hurdle into my heart the
serenade of sweet memoirs
of today

whisper little angel,
my dream is coming, wait not
until the night suddenly flew all that come
into my wish
then I will pass my whole self
to lay down my time

steadily blow down the
Eastern wind, letting go
where it end, as the moment lap the reel
of time to ponder, then I shall
pass this way again...

poem by Antonio Liao
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A loss

Loss of a dream
Loss of a life
Loss of a love
Loss of a path
Loss of a power

This is what I lost,
In this vast world of war.

poem by Austin Courtney
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A Journey Ever

To walk each moment in the Spirit,
That mountaintop of perfect peace
Where love abides - pure and simple
Illuminating the path of His righteousness

Your love, O Lord, is perfect -
Endless, always, boundless and free;
For me, a journey ever upward -
Stumbling, falling, reaching again

And pressing on I seek Your face
That grace may claim the victory,
Cultivating sweet Spirit's fruit
To overcome the selfish soul.

poem by John Que
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Let It All Burn

Riding the waves of premonitions.
Maybe your right, maybe your wrong.
I no longer care.
You gave up on me long ago.
And now I'm giving up on you.

The broken hearted are departing.
Setting sail for a new found trust.
I don't blame you, I've just had enough.
Trying to cross the divide.
Trying to see eye to eye.
But the flames just carry to high.
Their might be clearing in the sky but I can't find it.