Neither Suggested or Recommended
Those in the 'know'
Do what they can,
To keep others inspired.
And uplifted.
But this should not be done,
At the expense of burdens weighed
By another who implants their footprints,
Upon anyone's shoulders.
God has this power to do this.
We may try hard to play God.
But that is neither suggested,
Or recommended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Footprints of My Mother
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall step to you.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall stay innocent and true.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall not give up hope.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall give you my love note.
In the footprints of my mother,
Lead me to a better path.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall releive in her wrath.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall cure all of your pains.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall bring you great reigns.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall unleash the angels of truth.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall defeat the evils booth.
The footprints of my mother,
led me straight to you.
The footprints of my mother,
Shown me I have nothing left to loose.
The footprints of my mother,
Guieded me towards the compelling lights.
The footprints of my mother,
Guided me towards the love of my life.
poem by Erin Grantham
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A New Resolution to Conflicts Without Solution
I want people to acknowledge the broken parts
Without moving too close
Afraid they may touch something hurting
Or discover what I hide the most
Exposed
I want them to feel my every emotion
Without detracting from my mind
I want them to tread lightly
But still leave their footprints behind
A letter
Unsigned
I want them to hear my anger
But to forget the angry words I said
To see me as America's sweetheart
And to know that I want to play the rebel instead
Tough and misunderstood
Misread
I want shoulders to help carry my burdens
Words that fight the urge to compare
To another my problems are as light as feathers
But these steel wings can't lift me into the air
So try harder to
Care.
poem by Aria Siren
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Up, Down, Inside And Out
Up, down, inside and out!
That's my relationship I have with God.
The She, He, or It of this experience.
And each day I awaken with this devotion on my mind,
Caring less who doubts with struggles to find...
A reason to carry their burdens on heavy shoulders alone.
Hey,
What can I say?
I can not argue with those who accept this condoned.
I am not about that.
Especially if I am here to do God's Will.
Without questioning the facts of that.
However...
If I am here to do that,
With a hunching of my back?
My love for God better cut me some slack.
Multi-tasking AND with burdens on my shoulders to bear?
Because someone else chose to put them there?
Oh no!
God and I are too close,
To AGAIN go through that experience?
I've already proven to God,
My willingness to do unnecessary things.
And with guidance I have identified my foolishness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only God Knows How That Goes
You need not know,
What it is I am thinking.
You need not know.
You need not know
What keeps me from sinking.
You need not know.
You need not know,
The weight on my shoulders...
Or the burdens of my load.
Or where I go,
To unravel my sack...
Off my back.
Or what it takes to keep me on track.
My burdens lift with quick assistance.
Only God knows how that goes.
Only God knows that's a fact.
God and I both know I am grateful for that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crucifix
we, who walk with shoulders bent,
leaving bloody footprints in the snow.
our very lives a crucifix, by design,
our hunger unabated by the stars...
pray with calloused hands grimy
with the work of the heart.
whispered deaths lost to the wind,
nothing held back, or denied...
we, who walk with shoulders bent,
leaving bloody footprints in the snow...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Novices
Attempting to play catchup,
In a go-cart.
As dragsters are passing by,
Fast enough to give one whiplash.
On a track where speed leaves no excuses,
If one should feel trashed by all the action.
This would not be suggested for those less experienced.
And these attempts made by novices,
Are not recommended.
Especially for those requesting instructions,
On how to put on their goggles!
Or waiting to be granted space to join in,
With an acknowledged effort.
And cheers expected 'if' this race they win!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I believe in burdens,
I believe in burdens,
I believe in burdens that are changing,
I believe in redemption that was not fighting these burdens speedily,
I believe in burdens that seem ending,
In reality they were not,
I believe that feigned verses were making from unfeigned verses,
Plant the corn,
Look at it with a scorn,
It is going the same with burdens,
I believe in burdens that will end,
I believe in burdens that are making,
All Truth is that Christ will conquer the burdens,
Truth is the Sword,
When Christ give's me the Swords,
I will see Him giving me Sword to conquer the Burdens.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Am Inspired, Are You?
inspiration is not desired
to be inspired
it is discovered
and authored
it is rewarded
and guarded
by the power to live
the hour to give
an inspired
soul a sense to express,
so, i am inspired
now,
are you?
if so,
spread your wings
and fly
within you,
reach out your hands
and touch the sky
(and beyond)
stay motivated
and inspired...
if not, ask why not yourself?
why not you inspired from yours' sense?
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Our Prayer
our prayer is not to have
any burdens
ah, burdens are anywhere
for these
make us real men
our prayer is for us
to have wider shoulders
stronger arms
swift feet like mercurial
wings
so we can carry more
than the rest
of those who
are defeated.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For Those Who Blindly Pick Their Foes
This is suggested for those,
Who blindly pick their foes.
It is recommended,
BEFORE moving ahead...
With an unconsciousness,
Be sure the chosen foe...
Isn't one protecting your back.
The results can prove to be,
Emotionally devastating.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pamela Anderson Lee released a statement confirming that she has had her breast implants removed. Doctors say that Pamela is doing fine and that her old implants are now dating Charlie Sheen.
quote by Conan O'Brien
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Think of You When I'm Lonely
Think of you dear when I'm lonely
It was what you suggested
the sweet smiles lovely in your eyes?
Though I'm wondering hard
I wont get the answer easily
Trying to figure it out
You like to hug me while your heart is lonely?
Though I'm not quite sure
Think of you dear when I'm lonely
It was what you suggested
I am thinking of you hard
right now
poem by Babette Teeth
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Sisyphus My Friend
sisyphus my friend
what rock shall we roll
tonight
on this hilltop?
tell me, what size of rock
fits my size today,
i am big and my shoulders are broad
i have a happy disposition
i am used to all these
burdens and they all seem the same to me
i get used to rolling rocks
and i like them all
they all feel the same to me
you see, my friend,
nothing is heavy now
nothing hurts
nothing is worth thinking
nothing is worth complaining
i like everything
i like all these burdens
everything is a play now
a game
a gimmickry, a role playing, a sham,
and i am so shocked
why they write about us
why they think
we are stupid, dumb, and so unjust
come my friend
let us be as absurd as ever
come my friend
let us be great
let us carve our names in stone
twin sisyphus, the confused,
yet, still so strong...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Thy Burdens Are Greater Than Mine
Recorded by hank williams
Words and music by pee wee king and redd stewart
[c] travelin [g7] down a lonely high-[c] way
I knew not [f] where the road would [c] end
Not a [f] penny in my [c] pocket
All a-[g7] lone without a [c] friend
In a [g7] little country [c] village
I met a [f] man and he was [c] blind
As I [f] helped him cross the high-[c] way
Oh! [am] lord I cried his [c] burdens are [g7] greater than [c] mine.
I can [f] see the light of day
I [c] need not feel my way
Yes, thy burdens are [g7] greater than [c] mine.
Met a lad while on my travels
Tryin hard to play the game
Though his leg was very crippled
And he could not speak his name
Yet, he smiled in understandin
Though life to him had been unkind
And as I watched, I cried in sorrow
Oh! lord his burdens are greater than mine.
I can speak my name aloud
Make my way among the crowd
Yes, his burdens are greater than mine.
Just by chance I passed a graveyard
I saw a young man kneelin there
In his hand, there were some roses
On his lips, there was a prayer
On a stone, these words were written
your soul is gods, your memry mine
And as I watched, I cried in sorrow
Oh! lord I see his burdens are greater than mine.
song performed by by Hank Williams
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Power Play
Dear Friends of the day,
I have not time for power play.
Life is too short and sweet,
I can't hear every heartbeat.
I have no time for strife,
I choose to enjoy my life.
I know who I am; where I'm going,
I won't carry power play along.
Power play becomes powerless
I choose to remain harmless.
A person with true power,
Overturns power play every hour.
Then power players look bad,
Even their faces look sad.
It separates the best of friends
Power play comes to an end.
I choose to be fair,
To avoid uncalled for despair.
I leave power play alone,
With my life, I move on.
poem by Barbara Dell Hobbs
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Theatre Of The Absurd
(ian hunter)
My tea turned seven shades darker
As I sit n write these words
And londons gettin paler
In my theatre of the absurd.
You figured for an evening
And you made it all worthwile.
Its seldom people have a job
And even rarer that I smile.
Play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Teach your children to be them
And never ever ours.
Play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Someone took the park away
But they left a lonely flower.
And if your songs be classics,
Throw them to the hurd.
Truth is where they came from
And not this theatre of the absurd.
Some say you wanted to play for me
But its only what youve heard
That made you want to capture me
In your theatre of the absurd.
It was not me, I said myself
And you must do so, too.
I hope you have the strength to stay
When Ill be watchin you.
So baby,
Play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Teach your children to be them
And never ever ours.
Play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Someone took the park away
But they left a lonely flower.
Oh when I got here back home tonight
Something within me stirred.
Oh it must have been a different kind of play
That touched my theatre of the absurd.
Now Ill be on my way alone
But an interesting thing occurred
See nobody ever shared too much
In my theatre of the absurd.
And there I was back in london,
Thought about history.
It was just like being in school again
But I felt something movin in me.
Hearin just a bit of the future,
Oh its comin and its still blurred
And thats the only thing worth living for
In my theatre of the absurd.
Come on,
Play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Teach your children to be them
And never ever ours.
Oh play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Someone took the park away
But they left a lonely flower.
(beautiful)
Play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
(john, come on)
Play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Oh, play me some, (come on, eric) play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Oh, play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
...
song performed by by Ian Hunter
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Your Footprints
You left your footprints across my life
I hate to see your photographs:
passing history impossibly frozen,
demanding out-of-date thoughts.
You left your footprints on my life
I hate it when people talk of you:
as if they were asking for my blood
to warm their own false memories.
You left your footprints through my life
I hate it when I find a letter from you:
I read a richness and a loss in them
and am torn apart by myself
You left your footprints in my life
Footprints claim nothing, offer nothing;
they do not ask to be preserved, or to be erased;
they are clean, yet they are there;
where they lead, I have yet to find
You left your footprints across my life
poem by Michael Shepherd
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