Lost Passport
Lost passport in the name of Peter Smith
(it’s true and not a myth)
Was successfully returned,
For a certain consideration,
Without any frustration,
To Shukri Ahmad Abed Abu Rushid
For the wide world’s need.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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First Encounter - Artist Ahmad Shukri Mohamed
he digs a friendship
ground in soil
Ahmad Shukri Mohamed
talking about his paintings
like how butterfly kisses
the blooms
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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But if it not be true, the myth itself requires to be explained, and every principle of philosophy and common sense demand that the explanation be sought, not in arbitrary allegorical categories, but in the actual facts of ritual or religious custom to which the myth attaches.
quote by William Robertson Smith
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World Wide
World wide
People are waiting for the arrival of spring
World wide people are celebrating Easter
The Easter egg is a sign of fertility
World wide people are waiting for God’s arrival
World wide is in trouble
I hope if anybody can fix it
Will have to be God alone
World wide
You hear about our peace keepers being sent to Afghanistan
World wide
They hear
About the soldiers we lost
When are we going to pull out of Afghanistan?
World wide
Is hunger and poverty
Why don’t they spend the money wisely world wide?
Why don’t they end the war world wide?
They don’t even seem to get tired
I am already tired about listening to it
And to know that it is going on world wide
When are people going to share a moment of silence world wide?
And share the truth with one another world wide
We are loosing this battle world wide
What can we learn from this battle world wide?
poem by Aldo Kraas
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My Baby And His Bro (fake Names Though)
mostafa is a little boy
no more then 9
his brother yells
and pulls his little ears
and that's no lie
one day i told
mostafa's brother
to not do
those things to him
so abed stoped
hurting his brother
and respected my wishes
now mostafa has no respect
to his brother abed
witch i find a bit funny
yesterday abed made mai cry
so i made up a party
for all the singles in canada
to get my advenge on abed
who thought it was quit funny
and it kinda turned him on
a guy asked me to sleep with him
i told him to ask abed
for he is the boss
of mai
he did
and to my surprize
abed got overly protective
and asked that guy
where he lived
so he could
beat that guy up
i couldn't help
but smile
i found it so cute
for he cared for mai alot
me and abed
are like one
for he makes mai
feel loved
and protected
except for the times
he makes mai cry
but other than that
he's a pretty good guy
and i care
and love for him
with all my heart
and if i wasn't afraid of death
i may give up my life
to save his
i love you so much abed
and i love mostafa
asha
your step-mom
and unborn baby to
i also love your father
who mai not aprove of mai yet
by: crystal sonier
age: 16
poem by Natalia Anna Joelie
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My First Poem
I lost somewhere before u dream,
I lost somewhere before u dream.
D day u dream d day I lost,
D day u dream d day I lost
Its d day d dream come true
I lost in woods d fire beneath
Dreaming the eyes d dream come true,
D day u dream d day I lost,
I lost in world d world of souls,
No matter what u wear, what u eat,
It only matters what u did what u think,
I lost somewhere before u dream,
I lost somewhere before u dream.
D day u dream d day I lost,
Opens d heart in soul rest mind,
Opens d sky as a sapphire of life,
No more bondings,
No more relations,
No more feels,
No more heals,
No more limits,
No more hopes,
D day I become an independent being
Its d day d dream come true,
D day u dream d day I lost,
I lost somewhere before u dream,
I lost somewhere before u dream……
poem by Imnt Alive
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I honestly don't class myself as a songwriter. I've got 'musician' written on my passport. That's even funnier.
quote by Robert Smith
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Iridescent
You were standing in the wake of
devastation
And you were waiting on the edge of the
unknown
And with the cataclysm raining down
Insides crying 'Save me now'
You were there, impossibly alone
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?
You build up hope, but failure's all you've
known
Remember all the sadness and frustration
And let it go. Let it go
And in a burst of light that blinded every
angel
As if the sky had blown the heavens into
stars
You felt the gravity of tempered grace
Falling into empty space
No one there to catch you in their arms
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?
You build up hope, but failure's all you've
known
Remember all the sadness and frustration
And let it go. Let it go
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?
You build up hope, but failure's all you've
known
Remember all the sadness and frustration
And let it go. Let it go
Let it go
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?
You build up hope, but failure's all you've
known
Remember all the sadness and frustration
And let it go. Let it go
poem by Pawan Kumar 'Meonlafesta'
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Whole Wide World
When I was a young boy, my momma she said to me:
Theres only one girl in the world for you
And she probably lives in tahiti
Or maybe in the bahamas
Where the caribbean sea is blue
Weepin away in the tropical night
Because nobodys told her bout you
Id go the whole wide world
Id go the whole wide world
Just to find her
Id go the whole wide world
Id go the whole wide world
To find out where they hide her
Yeah!
Why am I hanging around in the rain out here
Tryin to think of a girl
Why are my eyes fillin up with these lonely tears
When theres girls all over the world?
Or is she lying on a tropical beach somewhere
Underneat the tropical sun
Hiding away in the heat wave there
Hopin that I wont be long?
Id go the whole wide world
Id go the whole wide world
Just to find her
Id go the whole wide world
Id go the whole wide world
To find out where they hide her
[repeat]
Yeah!
Id go the whole wide world
[repeat to fade]
song performed by by Monkees
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I was an accomplice in my own frustration.
quote by Peter Shaffer
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Were Lost In A World
were lost in a world were we cannit brake free
were lost in a world were there is just know me
were lost in a world were there is pain and sorrow
were lost in a world were there is know tomorrow
were lost in a world were there is know happyendings
were lost in a world were everybodys prtending
were lost in a world were heartbreak is everyday
were lost in a world were only good pray
were lost in a world thats at war
were lost in a world were nobody can take know more
poem by Jessica Rutherford
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how do you know that God is a myth?
a myth
like the sphinx
and the phoenix
as the story goes
on and on
somehow
there was this death
at the end
and then immortality
in the same way
that my God
died and lived
forever
killing a myth
can be another myth
like asking how do you kill a myth
that does not exist?
when you finally give the correct answer
about our humanity
the sphinx gets killed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Some Considerations
Consider this world and also our place in it
and know that time passes by every minute.
Consider those who’re living and also the dead
and know of the ways people earn their bread.
We consider many things but few are of real importance
and know that all those which are not are in abundance.
In consideration of this what can anyone do?
but live one’s life in a way which is true.
Consider the flowers in the garden and the colours they show
and know that with tender loving care from a seed they grow.
Consider all the children somewhere and watch them play
and know that with laughter and fun most pass the day.
Consider the things which are false and those which are true
and know how each one can and does affect all that we do.
In consideration of this what can we all do?
but try and live in a way which is just true.
Consider the march of the spirit of progress and the direction we’re all going
and know that every so often we must turn around and look back knowing.
Consider that which we all know and also that which we do not
and know it’s but knowledge and ignorance that make up the lot.
Consider the beginning and that of the very end
and know it’s terrible to get there without a friend.
In consideration of this what can one do?
but go through life with a friend who’s true.
Consider about each day and then also about each night
and know that without them there’s no darkness or light.
Consider the sunshine and also the shade
and know that with them each day is made.
Consider the evening and also the time we sleep
and know that because of them the night is deep.
In consideration of this what is there to do?
but live one day at a time and remember too.
Consider that which seems right and also what appears wrong
and know that they are both attributes of the weak and strong.
Consider the past and the future and of course the present
and know that all life relates to them and is not an accident.
Consider the labour with the crops and also the extent of the field
and know that with care and nature’s help a rich harvest will yield.
In consideration of this what is there one must do?
but only the best that one can so as to get through.
Consider what people give and also what they do take
and know that between them both much trouble make.
Consider all that which brings sorrow and all that brings joy
and know that both in life are really like an inevitable decoy.
Consider the things we believe in and those worthy to fight for
and know that there are some things in life people die or kill for.
In consideration of this whatever we all say and do
should be in harmony with life which considers us too.
Consider the reality of God and the mysteries of Divine grace and love
and know that without them from certain things we couldn’t rise above.
Consider the relationships of people as that of husband and wife
and know that around them we build society and organise our life.
Consider what people need apart from their desires and obsessions
and know that of things acquired many are unnecessary possessions.
In consideration of this it’s fairly obvious to say
that most of us have a lot and give so little away.
Consider our obligations to each other and individual human rights
and know that it’s neglect and selfishness which start all the fights.
Consider the alternative to any situation we may now find ourselves in
and know that through adversity and struggle we can succeed and win.
Consider the time it takes to go somewhere and then again to return
and know that it’s the distance between them we must cover to learn.
In consideration of this we’ll need all the help we can get
and be willing to act on advice which will cause no regret.
poem by George Krokos
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A Matter Of Degree
B. SMITH would most undoubtedly be very, very cross
If some rude person called him Jap, and yet, I'm at a loss
To see how he could argue otherwise in that respect:
A Jap is human - or a rumour's rife to that effect.
And he talks and argues much the same as B.
So, if SMITH is not a twin
To his cherished Yellow-skin,
Why it's only just a matter of degree,
Just a trifling little matter of degree.
Now, a Jap is not a monkey. though he's oft compared with such,
And he doesn't look unlike one, so it hardly matters much.
A monkey has a fearsome phiz, and hands that grab at things,
And he imitates his betters - all of which the matter brings
To a very clear conclusion, seems to me,
Which you cannot fairly funk:
If a Jap is not a monk
Ey, it's patently a matter of degree.
And we needn't mind a matter of degree.
Of native monkeys hereabout, of course, you haven't heard;
And a monkey's not a native bear, which, clearly, is absurd,
And yet, a bear clings to a tree with young bears on its back
(My word! we're getting on a rather interesting tack)
Yes, it clings there like the cheerful chimpanzee.
So, if monkeys are not bears
So, overlooking certain petty matters of degree,
We are forced to these conclusions with undoubted certaintee:
B. SMITH'S a Jap, a Jap's an ape (according unto SMITH),
An ape's a bear, a bear's a bunyip, and the last's a myth!
It's as clear as any argument can be
That if our dear friend SMITH
Is not a simple myth
It's an unimportant matter of degree,
Quite a microscopic matter of degree.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Every human being is entitled to courtesy and consideration. Constructive criticism is not only to be expected but sought.
quote by Margaret Chase Smith
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One Of The Saints
Big Smith is an Oakland School Board man,
And he looks as good as ever he can;
And he's such a cold and a chaste Big Smith
That snowflakes all are his kin and kith.
Wherever his eye he chances to throw
The crystals of ice begin to grow;
And the fruits and flowers he sees are lost
By the singeing touch of a sudden frost.
The women all shiver whenever he's near,
And look upon _us_ with a look austere-
Effect of the Smithian atmosphere.
Such, in a word, is the moral plan
Of the Big, Big Smith, the School Board man.
When told that Madame Ferrier had taught
_Hernani_ in school, his fist he brought
Like a trip-hammer down on his bulbous knee,
And he roared: 'Her Nanny? By gum, we'll see
If the public's time she dares devote
To the educatin' of any dam goat!'
'You do not entirely comprehend-
_Hernani's_ a play,' said his learned friend,
'By Victor Hugo-immoral and bad.
What's worse, it's French!' 'Well, well, my lad,'
Said Smith, 'if he cuts a swath so wide
I'll have him took re'glar up and tried!'
And he smiled so sweetly the other chap
Thought that himself was a Finn or Lapp
Caught in a storm of his native snows,
With a purple ear and an azure nose.
The Smith continued: 'I never pursue
Immoral readin'.' And that is true:
He's a saint of remarkably high degree,
With a mind as chaste as a mind can be;
But read!-the devil a word can he!
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Myth is neither a lie nor a confession: it is an inflexion.
Roland Barthes in "Myth Today: Reading and Deciphering Myth," Mythologies
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Army Brats Lament
I’m always outside looking in
at other folks togetherness.
I do not know where to begin
to cancel out my loneliness.
It seems I’ve always been alone
I am so shy I just pretend
that I am happy on my own.
I am afraid I might offend.
If I attempt to just take part
without someone inviting me.
So usually I must depart
nobody wants my company.
But not tonight: To my surprise
I am the focus of all eyes
and everybody welcomes me.
I’m inside where I want to be.
I’m on the inside looking out.
I see the world quite differently
No longer paralysed by doubt.
I am accepted readily.
So if you’re outside looking in
just try your best to catch my eye.
This is a battle you must win
don’t stay outside because you’re shy.
I’ve said farewell to loneliness
I am a player in life’s game
Just show a little friendliness.
and you can surely do the same.
A simple smile your passport to
the inside where you want to be.
It’s not so very hard to do
I managed it successfully.
18-Nov-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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All Around The World Or The Myth Of Fingerprints
Over the mountain
Down in the valley
Lives a former talk-show host
Everybody knows his name
He says theres no doubt about it
It was the myth of fingerprints
Ive seen them all and man
Theyre all the same
Well, the sun gets weary
And the sun goes down
Ever since the watermelon
And the lights come up
On the black pit town
Somebody says whats a better thing to do
Well, its not just me
And its not just you
This is all around the world
Out in the indian ocean somewhere
Theres a former army post
Abandoned now just like the war
And theres no doubt about it
It was the myth of fingerprints
Thats what that old army post was for
Well, the sun gets bloody
And the sun goes down
Ever since the watermelon
And the lights come up
On the black pit town
Somebody says whats a better thing to do
Well, its not just me
And its not just you
This is all around the world
Over the mountain
Down in the valley
Lives the former talk-show host
Far and wide his name was known
He said theres no doubt about it
It was the myth of fingerprints
Thats why we must learn to live alone
song performed by by Paul Simon
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In View of the Biblical Zoo
Over the tree line towards the valleys end
Abed Abed-Rabbo raises a hand
The farm he surveys, his father's before him
Has been past down for generations in keeping with custom
In view of the Biblical Zoo
A farm of olives trees is a refreshing contrast
Against an imposing backdropp of urban concrete
And an ever expanding city complex
But because of the need for living space
This established ecosystem is being replaced
And Abed Abed-Rabbo is now forced to abdicate
His precious Olive farm, with its one room sleeping cave
Against urban sprawl and concrete walls
Alone one man can not possibly stand
And any amount of compensation cannot match
The resulting environmental impact
Even if it appears we live comfortably
In reality it is, pseudo-security
Without air or water quality
In an ever expanding city
© Calac
Abed Abed-Rabbo – A Palestinian farmer,48, inherited his farm full of olive trees overlooking the Jerusalem Biblical Zoo from his father and his grandfather.
The property in the village of Wallajeh, is situated on the southern edge of Jerusalem.
A decision to annex his farm full of olive trees into the city has been proposed due to the demand for apartment living space
poem by Chris Lane
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Fantasized Enchantment
'What is Love,
If there is no wounding done? '
Fantasized enchantment.
'I'm not asking you.
You've been wounded too many times.
I'm asking that delicious dish,
In the back of the room!
You're new with us at Bible class,
Aren't you?
You, young lady.
What is love,
If there is no wounding done? '
~Please...
Can you direct your question to someone else.
I use to be a man before I went through post-op.
Now I've changed my mind.
So much I did not take into consideration.~
'Well...uh,
OH!
Uh...well.
Let's change the subject.'
Reverand Smith?
I think 'Fantasized Enchantment',
Would be a good topic.
And an appropriate one to talk about.
Perhaps you have a recent wound,
You would like to share and discuss with us?
Reverand Smith...?
Hello?
Reverand Smith?
'Let us pray.
To be forgiven of 'our' misunderstandings.
With a trust that The Almighty accepts our decisions.'
With an emphasis on our temptations?
'Bowed heads with eyes closed, please!
Thank you.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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