Relying On Bitterness
Their tragedies are noted,
And documented with flair.
They announce themselves war mongers,
Leaders in this game of conquer and despair.
They represent the dwindling few...
Who see life from conflicting starts.
Destroying and remodeling hopes,
To erase ancient histories and 'beef' up their parts!
They carry no remorse as a resource to learn.
For them they rule with material techniques,
The success they count on to control the World...
Like children watching with excitement,
A fire that burns.
Relying on bitterness with nothing at all sweet.
Ensure all of humanity suffers beaten,
Leaving masses to wander in ruin...
On cold city streets!
And we think of this as progress?
Uncontested as it seems.
Demons using a call to cease...
To increase their schemes!
Released to spread a desire for death
Infused to disturb with sickness,
A threat to peaceful unreachable dreams!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Following The Sickness
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
Fighting our own shadows, fooled by our enemies.
They are the ones you just can't see.
The unaccepted theory is rejected yet again.
But still the chorus plays.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
To whom it may concern.
A poetic letter, dressed in feathers.
Does it make it any prettier?
A distraction from the purpose.
Delivering the simplest of messages.
And still they are not heard.
Oh no they are never heard.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
And man is yet to learn.
And man is yet to learn.
Foolish know it alls.
A change in circumstances will cause a sudden fall.
A broken bone, or ego?
A laceration or a severed artery?
Is it serious or superficial?
An inflamation that just won't go down.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
And it has brought me here.
A million passersby's.
An angelic looking sky.
Prying the heavens for just one peek.
I wonder if it has what I seek.
A cure
A cure
For this world.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
If you are ever lost just follow the sickness.
Its everywhere.
Just go from there.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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What is Success?
Success is not merely becoming wealthy.
Success is not only working for remaining healthy.
Success is not going after fame and name.
Success is not living life for such mind game.
Success is not just taking career to the top.
Success is not staying in a bungalow at the hill top.
Success is working hard for your dreams you believe.
Success is perseverance and efforts till you achieve your deal.
Success is having consideration for everyone.
Success is a strong desire and to live to help each one.
Success is to follow the religion of humanity.
Success is to always remember all pervading divinity.
Success is to follow the principle, “Live and let others live.”
Success is to accept others as diversity of nature; beautiful and alive.
Success is working for happiness of the world, a dedication.
Success is to love everyone unconditionally without any expectation.
poem by Dr.nutan Pol
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Success
Success is not just being the best,
it's been so unassisted in a test.
Success is not been someone else,
but by making yourself a role model to everyone else.
Success is not just academic stability,
it's the mandate to succeed in every good ability.
Success is not just getting there first,
it's sometimes needed to carry the rest.
Success isn't ' i know and you don't ',
neither is it ' you know and i don't '.
It always says ' what can we learn from eachother ',
or ' lets strive to be the best together '.
Success is not measured by fames or fortunes,
but by the amendment of the past misfortunes.
Success has nothing to do with your age,
neither is it acheived by lust or rage.
Success is not having all you want,
but by you appericiating, cos that will count.
Success is set in motion by great men,
who have nothing to do wit bad omen.
success doen't smile and say ' i have all ',
neither does it laugh and say ' you don't have at all '.
Success isn't in knowledge or wealth,
but it's in justice and divine health.
Success is acheived by great readers,
who end up being exceptional leaders.
Success is not a feeling of superity,
but by a unique character and humility.
Coupled with hardwork and determination,
in other to acheive all dreams and visions.
Success doesn't mean financial prosperity,
but it means heavenly security.
To get tn the house of greatness,
one must walk through the road of success.
Successful people believe right from d day of their birth,
and in that which can't be destroyed by moth or death.
poem by Stanley Oguh
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Work Of Art
Life is a ‘work of art”, and humanity is the biggest part.
We draw and paint masterpieces, and write the
Histories of each generation.
Just to show that we’ve been here
Because in our lives we live in fear.
Paintings, pictures, movies and words
With all this knowledge we still don’t learn.
For we create our heavens, and we create our hells
Look around you and you can tell.
Wars, hunger, poverty and hate
We better stop before it’s too late.
We’re already destroying all that nature is giving
“is this what we call living? ”
(if you want to see the “work of art” of humanity
Then take a white canvas and paint
“A large black dot”.
For that is humanity destroying the clean beauty
That the lord has given us.)
This canvas a work of art? Who is to say?
Can you express this life in a better way!
“Work of art” it is anything and everything that
Man puts in their minds, and it becomes
A part of the times.
For “perception becomes your reality”
And this is the work of art that I see.
poem by Louis Rams
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The Pessimist In A Poem...
the sickness of humanity
is looking for a cure
and trusting about the herbs of
words
humanity keeps on writing
until it finds the
cure,
there seems to be
nothing,
there is no remedy
on the sickness of our humanity
it begs
nothing is given
it is thirsty and remains
to be one
it is hungry (for love, for compassion
for warmth, and understanding
for food
and shelter and embrace)
and it so remains to
be one
hungry world
there is no cure, its sickness
remains forever
until you come in
to tell the world that it is wrong
you are the savior
of this sickness of humanity
when you cease to be
one of them.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Honesty With-held
Opportunities to be relevant,
Are often missed...
When those relying on myths,
And nursery rhymes,
Find it difficult to come forward...
To be real.
Without the twisting of facts,
Done most of the time.
Facts soon are learned!
But honesty with-held,
Eventually suffers...
An onslaught of unexpected attacks.
And those attacks increase...
By those unbelieving truths released!
And disturbing it is to learn,
Truth and peace together is an explosive mix!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For The Love Of The Money And The Car And... Sex!
It's a triumvirate of evil and
It has spread it's disease throughout
The strata of every country in the world
My friend if you have chosen to live your life
In unfashionable deep spiritual contemplation
You can without fear call it the axis of power and
Greed and lust for historical purposes
And go on and cry for the world sister Bettina!
And weep for Humanity with his insatiable greed for
Money and his criminal longing for material things
And his animal lust for the things of the flesh
Oh weep for humanity!
For it is Mankind who suffers His own self inflicted
Wounds and the money lenders have corrupted Humanity
And there are huge technological advances made and
The spirit of Humankind gets even more corrupted
And the sex industry feeds the insurance
Companies and the death factories of the mortuaries
With the corpses of the hundreds of thousand who
Succumb to the ravages of AIDS
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Report from the Besieged City
Too old to carry arms and fight like the others -
they graciously gave me the inferior role of chronicler
I record - I don't know for whom - the history of the siege
I am supposed to be exact but I don't know when the invasion began
two hundred years ago in December in September perhaps yesterday at dawn
everyone here suffers from a loss of the sense of time
all we have left is the place the attachment to the place
we still rule over the ruins of temples spectres of gardens and houses
if we lose the ruins nothing will be left
I write as I can in the rhythm of interminable weeks
monday: empty storehouses a rat became the unit of currency
tuesday: the mayor murdered by unknown assailants
wednesday: negotiations for a cease-fire the enemy has imprisoned our messengers
we don't know where they are held that is the place of torture
thursday: after a stormy meeting a majority of voices rejected
the motion of the spice merchants for unconditional surrender
friday: the beginning of the plague saturday: our invincible defender
N.N. committed suicide sunday: no more water we drove back
an attack at the eastern gate called the Gate of the Alliance
all of this is monotonous I know it can't move anyone
I avoid any commentary I keep a tight hold on my emotions I write about the facts
only they it seems are appreciated in foreign markets
yet with a certain pride I would like to inform the world
that thanks to the war we have raised a new species of children
our children don’t like fairy tales they play at killing
awake and asleep they dream of soup of bread and bones
just like dogs and cats
in the evening I like to wander near the outposts of the city
along the frontier of our uncertain freedom.
I look at the swarms of soldiers below their lights
I listen to the noise of drums barbarian shrieks
truly it is inconceivable the City is still defending itself
the siege has lasted a long time the enemies must take turns
nothing unites them except the desire for our extermination
Goths the Tartars Swedes troops of the Emperor regiments of the Transfiguration
who can count them
the colours of their banners change like the forest on the horizon
from delicate bird's yellow in spring through green through red to winter's black
and so in the evening released from facts I can think
about distant ancient matters for example our
friends beyond the sea I know they sincerely sympathize
they send us flour lard sacks of comfort and good advice
they don’t even know their fathers betrayed us
our former allies at the time of the second Apocalypse
their sons are blameless they deserve our gratitude therefore we are grateful
they have not experienced a siege as long as eternity
those struck by misfortune are always alone
the defenders of the Dalai Lama the Kurds the Afghan mountaineers
now as I write these words the advocates of conciliation
have won the upper hand over the party of inflexibles
a normal hesitation of moods fate still hangs in the balance
cemeteries grow larger the number of defenders is smaller
yet the defence continues it will continue to the end
and if the City falls but a single man escapes
he will carry the City within himself on the roads of exile
he will be the City
we look in the face of hunger the face of fire face of death
worst of all - the face of betrayal
and only our dreams have not been humiliated
poem by Zbigniew Herbert
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Desire And Despair
Desire and despair
Are two sides
Of the same coin
We dream of stars
And moon
And never reach
Anywhere
Every day we deposit
Our collection
Of despair
In the accounts
Of our mind
But never get
Any interest for it
Yet we try hard to
Increase our deposits
And never try
To admit desire
Is the cause of all despairs
Desire and sufferings - The Buddhist theory. By watching people Buddha found out that the causes of suffering are craving and desire, and ignorance. The power of these things to cause all suffering is what Buddhists call ''The Second Noble Truth''.
poem by C.N. Premkumar
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Licia Sonnets 34
Pale are my looks, forsaken of my life,
Cinders my bones, consume'd with thy flame,
Floods are my tears, to end this burning strife,
And yet I sigh for to increase the same;
I mourn alone because alone I burn;
Who doubts of this, then let him learn to love;
Her looks cold ice into a flame can turn,
As I distresséd in myself do prove.
Respect, fair Licia, what my torments are;
Count but the tithe both of my sighs and tears;
See how my love doth still increase my care,
And care's increase my life to nothing wears.
Send but a sigh my flame for to increase,
Or lend a tear and cause it so to cease.
poem by Giles Fletcher The Elder
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Oxford
It is well that there are palaces of peace
And discipline and dreaming and desire,
Lest we forget our heritage and cease
The Spirit’s work—to hunger and aspire:
Lest we forget that we were born divine,
Now tangled in red battle’s animal net,
Murder the work and lust the anodyne,
Pains of the beast ‘gainst bestial solace set.
But this shall never be: to us remains
One city that has nothing of the beast,
That was not built for gross, material gains,
Sharp, wolfish power or empire’s glutted feast.
We are not wholly brute. To us remains
A clean, sweet city lulled by ancient streams,
A place of visions and of loosening chains,
A refuge of the elect, a tower of dreams.
She was not builded out of common stone
But out of all men’s yearning and all prayer
That she might live, eternally our own,
The Spirit’s stronghold—barred against despair.
poem by Clive Staples Lewis
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Rights for M 'lady Tara
My tabby cat is rather fond
of watching Koi carp in the pond
She sits and watches quietly
a picture of serenity
What thought go through her feline mind
what great ambitions lie behind
those slitted eyes of amber hue
The evil schemes she would pursue.
She’s well aware I’m watching her.
Regards me with a knowing stare.
What would she do If I should leave.
She’d learn to swim I do believe
Across the pond I stretch a net
She hopes one day I will forget,
she lies and watches quite content
Her dreams are far from innocent.
I watch her watching and reflect
there’s nothing else I can expect.
She knows that fish are meant to eat
and she will not accept defeat.
She thinks if she waits patiently
She’ll get her opportunity.
She has the right to dream her dreams
I have the right to foil her schemes.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Rage of the North
Inside a fire burns unimaginably bright
It illuminates the darkest night
Consumes my mind, ignites my soul
The fire rages out of control
My eyes glow red with vengeance, hatred, rage
My inner demons screaming, no longer caged
I am Berserker, the Norseman's fire
I fight with passion, rage, desire
A bloodlust roar my only sound
It's echo thunders for miles around
I am Berserker, the sword of the North
Let my enemies come forth
I am rage personified
I will leave my foes terrified
Spread my legend, spread the fear
And know the Rage of the North draws near
poem by Tim Vallie
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Island Of Dreams
(tom springfield)
(the springfields)
I wander the streets
And the gay crowded places
Trying to forget you
But somehow it seems
That my thoughts ever stray
To our last sweet embraces
Over the sea on the island of dreams
High in the sky is a bird on a wing
Please carry me with you
Far far away from the mad rushing crowd
Please carry me with you
Again I would wander
Where memories enfold me
There on the beautiful island of dreams
High in the sky is a bird on the wing
Please carry me with you
Far far away from the mad rushing crowd
Please carry me with you
Again I would wander
Where memories enfold me
There on the beautiful island of dreams
Far far away on the island of dreams
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Hannes
To the fourth dimension of life,
To the fourth levels of man,
The fourth power of our choices;
Today you are an octogenarian.
Born as Johann Friedrich Theodor Erich Lichte,
Today we celebrate your 80th birthday;
Hannes is your best names known to us all.
It is very great to be an octogenarian,
For you were born on the 13th of May 1926;
It is so great to be at this age!
Hannes is your sweet name known to us all.
We the children, grandchildren and,
All it's extentions do respect you a lot.
You have more experiences than to bear,
And we will always wait for your teachings;
Of the hopes and dreams,
Of this world of man's journey,
You were born many years ago! !
You're like the green olive tree to us all,
Your love and care had brought us here so far;
We will always remember you.
Today as an octogenarian,
We do respect you a lot for your teachings;
The voice of gladness is what we share like,
Your love and care towards us.
Harmony and nobility is noted in every situation of your's,
Like a sweet which came from a far country;
Imaginative flair with your muse,
Have i nice notion ever salted with love;
When a blackman is now closer to you.
Like the barrows where the faries dwelt,
So is your world so sweet among the years;
We the family members do love you.
The synthesis of tradition,
The life of one who has taken age;
You are that we needed to learn from.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Burning World...
As the demons of ignorance run amock,
Those who would put actions above thought.
Those who think of self before the hurt of others,
No effort put into improving what has gone before.
Only the gathering of meaningless posessions,
The world we know crumbles around us, yet we allow it.
The goodness of life burns while evil grows stronger,
The lessons of the past undone in mere moments.
To be replaced by empty hearts and empty minds,
And the world we know burns around us...
Lets not allow the dreams of life to go up in smoke...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
This poem was inspired by the recent UK Riots... When will we learn that violence solves nothing... Only love can set us free...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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I Am In Love
I am dejected. I am depressed.
Yet resurrected and sailing the crest.
Why this elation, mixed with deflation?
What explanation? I am in love.
Such conflicting questions rise
Around in my brain: should I order cynanide
Or order champagne?
Oh, what is this sudden jolt?
I feel like a frightened colt,
Just hit by a thunderbolt. I am in love.
I knew the odds were against me before,
I had no flair for flaming desire,
But since the gods gave me you to adore,
I may lose but I refuse to fight the fire,
So come and enlighten my days and never depart.
You only can brighten the blaze that burns in my heart,
For I am wildly in love with you,
And so in need of a stampede of love.
I knew the odds were against me before,
I had no flair for flaming desire,
But since the gods gave me you to adore,
I may lose but I refuse to fight the fire,
So come and enlighten my days and never depart.
You only can brighten the blaze that burns in my heart,
For I am wildly in love with you,
And so in need of a stampede of love,
And so in need of a stampede of love.
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Just To Delight In The Excitement Of It
Demons wish to inflict conflict.
With a chaos and havoc,
Just to delight in the excitement of it.
With a quest to deceive,
And disturb with ease...
Where there are signs of peace freed.
Misdeeds are activities,
Demons purposely release...
With beliefs of receiving satisfaction.
Demons wish to inflict conflict.
With a chaos and havoc,
Just to delight in the excitement of it.
But to the demons' surprise...
These wicked strides begun,
Eventually do come to an end!
With no sympathy to those demonic given.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Top Ten Commandments
(kinky friedman)
Walking on the ragged streets of time
A man is asking if there is a dime
Someone can spare.
No one pays him any mind,
But surely someone sees him there a-crying
When no ones there.
And the washed out whore demands
The bottle in his hands.
Ah, mister, dont you weep,
God knows weve tried to keep
The golden rule and the
Top ten commandments.
You cant believe the thing youve seen
On the midnight tv screen
And nightmare sent by satellite.
Rain fire falling from the skies
A mother holds her baby and cries
And day for us for them is night.
And love is just a word we preach
For who can learn what none will teach.
Ah, people, dont you weep,
God knows weve tried to keep
The golden rule and the
Top ten commandments.
And moving across on the city street
A neighbor tried to find his feet
And fell on down and slipped to ruin.
The bystanders are all standing by
Watching from corners of their eyes
Wondering what on earth can he be doing.
With a faith nobody shared
And a love nobody dared
Oh, mary, dont you weep,
Someday well learn to keep
The golden rule and the
Top ten commandments.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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Its Only Make Believe
(twitty / nance)
My one and only prayer is that some day youll care
My hopes, my dreams come true, my one and only you
No one will ever know how much I love you so
My only prayer will be some day youll care for me
But its only make believe
My hopes, my dreams come true, my life I give for you
My heart, a wedding ring, my all, my everything
My heart I cant control, you ruin my very soul
My hopes, my prayers, my schemes
You are my everything, but its only make believe
Break
My one and only prayer is that some day youll care
My hopes, my dreams come true, my one and only you
No one will ever know how much I love you so
My only prayer will be some day youll care for me
But its only make believe
song performed by by Hollies
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