With All Struggles Gone
Things have gotten old.
And,
Things have gotten...
Better reminisced to live.
Than,
Adding a freshness to have,
In a 'today' NOW that's given.
'Cause...
Too many people fear what's new.
And...
Would rather live a life,
They had and once knew.
Too many people roaming like they've lost their way home.
Too many people roaming like they feel all alone.
Too many people roaming by themselves and condoning,
Misery and headaches as if purchased and owned.
And groaning with a moaning just to have it known...
They're afflicted to a suffering and wanting it shown,
They've been beaten and deceived as if needed to moan.
Too many people roaming like they've lost their way home.
Too many people roaming like they feel all alone.
Too many people roaming by themselves and condoning,
They've been beaten and defeated as if to need and moan.
Things have gotten old.
And,
Things have gotten...
Better reminisced to live.
Than,
Adding a freshness to have,
In a 'today' NOW that's given
'Cause...
Too many people fear what's new.
And...
Would rather live a life,
They had and once knew.
Too many people roaming like they've lost their way home.
Too many people roaming like they feel all alone.
Too many people roaming by themselves and condoning,
They've been beaten and deceived as if to need and moan.
Too many people roaming like they've lost their way home.
Too many people roaming like they feel all alone.
Too many people roaming by themselves and condoning,
Misery and headaches as if purchased and owned.
And groaning with a moaning just to have it known...
They're afflicted to a suffering and wanting it shown,
They've been beaten and defeated with a needing to moan.
Too many people suffering and they want it known,
They would rather have their lives to live with all struggles gone.
They would rather have their lives to live with all struggles gone.
Too many people suffering and they want it known,
They would rather have their lives to live with all struggles gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Feeling Guilt Or Appalled At All
It's just so sad...
To think that people don't get a bite to eat.
And it's just so sad...
These people aren't the only ones seen on the streets.
Some still live in homes,
While others condone roaming all alone.
Oh it's just too sad...
To know the ones who lead aren't leaders.
Although give they do nice and sweet speeches,
As if what will be done is prioritized...
And homelessness and hunger will soon meet defeat!
It's just so sad...
To witness people struggle to their feet.
And walk for miles to try to keep up...
Their heads as they seek dwindling opportunities.
As others pass them talking,
To leave them without greeting...
Or helping out to meet their needs.
People have the gall to dropp this ball,
Without feeling guilt or appalled at all!
People have the gall to dropp this ball,
Without feeling guilt or appalled at all!
It's just so sad...
To think that people don't get a bite to eat.
And it's just so sad...
These people aren't the only ones seen on the streets.
Some still live in homes,
While others condone roaming all alone.
(It's just so...)
People have the gall to dropp this ball,
Without feeling guilt or appalled.
(It's just so...)
People have the gall to dropp this ball,
Without feeling guilt or appalled.
(It's just so...)
People have the gall to dropp this ball,
Without feeling guilt or appalled.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some People
Some people seem to have it all
Some people always have to crawl
Some people pay to be abused
Some people end up destitute
Some people search their souls for truth
Some people try to be of use
Some people pray before they kill
Some people kill just for the thrill
Some people follow one mans vision, some others die on television
Some people build their homes on sand, some people live in garbage cans
Some people think that live is dear, some people hope the end is near
Some people fight for right to life, some people hate to stay alive
Some people dream of life on mars, some people end their life in cars
Some people throw their lives away, some others go on holidays
Some people live and love in vain, some people dont and go insane
Some people always need to win, some other people love to sin
Some people breaking all their vows, some people slashing sacred cows
Some people like to worship stars, some people think the worlds a farce
Some people try to make ends meet, some others end up kissing feet
Some people find their holy grail, some other people go to hell
Some people never catch their breath, some people drink themselves to death
Some people seem to have it all, some people always have to crawl
Some people pay to be abused, some people end up destitute
Some people search their souls for truth
Some people try to be of use
Some people
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Gold/ocean/1994
song performed by by Alphaville
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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adventure ***** JANUARY FEET
2001 January trains my feet
as wild gypsy rover
scant vagabond
vagrant
wandere
to be nomad
without back pack of tent
homeless in the mind and
phsycical shield and shelter
roaming around
Philippine city capital
along the highway of nothingness
it is in great contrast
blind people think
that i am roaming around
like scavenger collecting
empty cans
i wander to pick up
loiterring friends
retrieving promotional agencies
for minimum wage
for summer job survival
poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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Think about this
Think about this?
more people watch dancing with the stars
more people watch American idol
more people watch bad things on tv news
more people
more people live quick
more people live easier
more people exerisce less
more people work longer
more people have someone else do everthing for them
are we more people or robots
Think about this
poem by Vincent Armone
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World Of Clowns
People who cover their true faces with makeup
People who act totally different from who they really are
People who are bad actors, but good performers
People who don't take things seriously
People who have fake sense of humor to replace their hurts
People who live fake lives to impress the audience around us
People who are masters at doing tricks to give false leads to the most attentive watchers
People who fall down again and again just to get the reaction
People who laugh even though there's no more smiles in them
People who have a fear of themselves
We
Are
A
World
of
Clowns
poem by Hope Denton
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Oh, what do I do?
Oh,
What do I do
If people do
Not want to change
For their own good?
What do I do
If people want
To fight in vain
In angry mood?
What do I do
If people love
To do those things
They should not do?
What do I do
If people try
To slander and
Much gossip too?
What do I do
If people do
Not live in peace
With fellow-men?
What do I do
If people bear
Ill-will and grudge
Against brethren?
What do I do
If people strive
To live in vice,
And not advice?
What do I do
If people will
Not share excess
With country-men?
What do I do
If people like
To live in sin
And hate, within?
What do I do
If people don’t
Amend their lives
And turn soul-wise?
What do I do
If people waste
Their precious time
In ego prime?
The things men do
And women too,
Hurt minds and hearts,
Like arrows, darts!
The things they do
Can anger God,
To give His nod
For divine rod!
Oh, will not men
Give up their pride
Or their sins hide,
In God abide?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-24-2007
poem by John Celes
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Do We Accept
Why are there people struggling to live
Why are there people wanting to give
Why are there people feeling such pain
Why are there people with nothing to gain
Why are there people full of greed
Why are there people desperate to succeed
Why are there people with hatred for all
Why are there people not wanting to fall
Why are there people dying each day
Do we accept that this is okay
People Need People
People need people to
Put up shelves
To be themselves
And to laugh with
To unblock blocked toilets
To make their sandwhiches
And watch T.V with
People need people
To live with
To argue and forgive with
And to agree to disagree
To have something
To have someone from which to break free!
People need people to
Be quiet
To stage a riot
To eat fish with
Or afternoon tea
To have someone from somewhere to break free from
People need people
To rush with
To crush with
In the first train in
And the last train home
People need people
For someone to be with
To been seen with
And for having a reason for being alone
People need people to sing with
To cry with and die with
To sigh say goodbye with
People need people to get lost in
That early morning frost in the throng
To have someone to fight with
To kiss goodnight with
To simply have somewhere to belong!
And not to belong
After all people need people, big, fat thin, tall, and very small,
People need people that's a fact,
And that's that, and that's all!
poem by Yvette Smith
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People Have Their Ways
People have a way to decide who are their friends and enemies
People have some dissapointments in life
But do they recognize their dissapointments in life?
Can people go through moments of despair alone?
Or do they need God?
Do the people live making promises but they are neve able to keep it or Deliver it
Do people fear people?
Yes they fear people because they think that they might be mistreated or Robed by new people
Their souls, their feeling, and their love
Do people make us welcome in their lives?
Not all the time because we are different
But unique in different ways
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Unless It Is Addressed
Unless it is addressed.
And anyone hears from me,
A solicitation for suggestions.
No one who crosses my threshold,
Is invited to give opinions...
Regarding my chosen lifestyle,
Within the walls of my comfort zone.
And IF I am roaming around butt naked...
Feel free to also do so!
Why some people take it upon themselves,
To want to recreate someone else's space...
And not practice good visiting guest skills,
Is something one does...
When a comfort has surprassed,
The disrespect zone.
And in my home when that begins,
An exit is requested with a...'You can go home! '
Unless it is addressed.
And anyone hears from me,
A solicitation of suggestions.
No one who crosses my threshold,
Is invited to give opinions...
Regarding my chosen lifestyle,
Within the walls of my comfort zone.
And IF I am roaming around butt naked...
Feel free to also do so!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sir Duke
Music is a world within itself
With a language we all understand
With an equal opportunity
For all to sing, dance and clap their hands
But just because a record has a groove
Dont make it in the groove
But you can tell right away at letter a
When the people start to move
They can feel it all over
They can feel it all over people
They can feel it all over
They can feel it all over people
Music knows it is and always will
Be one of the things that life just wont quit
But here are some of musics pioneers
That time will not allow us to forget
For theres basie, miller, satchmo
And the king of all sir duke
And with a voice like ellas ringing out
Theres no way the band can lose
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
I can feel it all over-all over now people
Cant you feel it all over
Come on lets feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
Everybody-all over people
Notes: corrected by [email protected]
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The People's World
people are good;
people are bad;
people are happy;
people are sad;
people are near;
people are far;
people are true;
people are blue;
people are white;
people are right;
people are silent;
people are violent;
people can throw;
people can grow;
people can share;
people can care;
people can unite;
people can divide;
people can fool;
people can rule;
people can trust;
people are worst;
don't think i became mad.... what ever i wrote is very common things known about people but what i want to show is that i cannot describe everything about the people as it is impossible in the same way it is impossible to understand and make every person happy around us that's it.got it!
poem by Fahmina Arjumand Misha
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I see something wrong
Some people care about,
you.
Some people don't care
Would people listen to,
our lies?
Why are people abused
I see something wrong
There are pretty people
There ugly people
People play
People talk
I'm tired of people messing,
With me.
I guess people hate the truth
Some people are bad
Some people care
Others don't
Why do people cry?
This is life
I don't understand
Some people like to talk
Some people like to walk
Why people argue over nothing?
People act crazy
Why are people always cheating?
People that are lost
I admire people that have respect,
for others.
We are the people of the earth
What really goin on?
I really don't know
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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To Be Faceless To Be Loveless In A Crowd Alone
tell me honey
how does it feel to be lonely
to be faceless
to be loveless
in a crowd
of people, thousands of them walking
roaming this earth
all looking for love and not finding any
in a crowd of namelessness
always looking at each other
in short glimpses
without saying
hello?
tell me how does it feel now
when he left you and when you told him
i do not need you
when your heart
calls for his name saying
i still love you,
but you didn't
tell me how to tell myself when i have pretended too much
not needing anyone
when alone in my room now
i wish
i in an instant dies,
begging for company
for someone
to touch
warmth
tell me how to breathe now
tell me how to live
tell me how to love and keep love and live
this broken
heart
in this faceless, loveless
locomotion in a
crowd
where there is practically no one
to say
hello
not even goodbye.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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tell me honey
how does it feel to be lonely
to be faceless
to be loveless
in a crowd
of people, thousands of them walking
roaming this earth
all looking for love and not finding any
in a crowd of namelessness
always looking at each other
in short glimpses
without saying
hello?
tell me how does it feel now
when he left you and when you told him
i do not need you
when your heart
calls for his name saying
i still love you,
but you didn't
tell me how to tell myself when i have pretended too much
not needing anyone
when alone in my room now
i wish
i in an instant dies,
begging for company
for someone
to touch
warmth
tell me how to breathe now
tell me how to live
tell me how to love and keep love and live
this broken
heart
in this faceless, loveless
locomotion in a
crowd
where there is practically no one
to say
hello
not even goodbye.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Why are people always
Why are people always cheating?
Why are people always fighting?
Why are people always dieing?
Why are people always crying?
Why are people always hating?
Why are people always debating?
Why are people always trading?
Why are people always trying to fit in?
Why are people always cursing?
Why are people always bursting?
Why are people always tripping?
Why are people always not trying to be fair?
Why are people always trying to be dumb?
Why are people always playing too much?
Why are people always misbehaving?
Why are people always do drugs?
Why are people always not trying to have a future?
Why do people always try to ruin their life?
Why?
poem by Shaquan Mack
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People Don't Care
everyone dies..........eventually.
some people care,
heaven or hell?
most people dont.
some people love there life
but most people don't
most poeple live there boring lives.
then they just...........die.
most people do nothing exciting,
in the pathetic world we live in,
with cubiculs and safe neighborhoods.
most people don't care.
optimistic, aren't we?
poem by Bethany Inthemeantime
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The same people live...the same people die
The same people live, the same people die,
the same people laugh, the same people cry,
as they push on through, life's open door,
the old and the young, the rich and the poor.
The same people love, the same people hate,
the skeptics of heaven, the mockers of fate,
some use the gun, some just don't choose,
the proud and the vain, they win and they lose.
Death takes them all, the end's all the same,
no one can help us, cause no one's to blame,
When the door shuts and the bright lights go dim,
We all follow the same path and we all go to Him.
The same people live, the same people die,
Some still find wealth, while others get by,
the weak and the strong, the slow and the fast,
alone on life's journey, they all stumble past.
It's been this way, since the beginning of time,
To live...it's a joy, to die...it's a crime,
and still, we question and still, we ask why?
The same people live...the same people die.
poem by David Lessard
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Life Is Truly Like A Stage
If we filmed all our lives,
Would people watch us as we cry,
Would people listen to our lies,
Would people sorrow as we die?
If our stories were to be told,
Would people let the stories unfold,
Would people notice us be so bold,
Would people love us as we grow?
If our lives were to intertwine,
Would people drink it as a wine,
Would people lurk as we shine,
Would people sit as we dine?
If we had a song to sing,
Would people listen to everything,
Would people know our love is like a ring,
Would people know you are my queen?
If we all had an undying love,
Would people let it fly like a dove,
Would people turn to the gods above,
Would people know of our true love?
If I had one thing to give,
Would people know your love is why I live,
Would people know the joy, to me, you give,
Would people know for your love I'd jump a cliff?
If you had one thing to take,
It would be my soul so great,
Now that people know my fate,
It is that my love for you came too late.
poem by Matthew Jenkins
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Encompassed
Away from home.
A place where comfort is.
People drifting all alone...
To gather bits and pieces.
Away from home...
Roaming with no one to telephone.
Or share secrets with in whispered tones.
No one there to wet sheets,
Like beasts in heat moaning!
Tears fall and disappear,
Staring from smudged and smeared windows.
Lonely nights spent in a quiet atmosphere.
And watching the moonlight cast passing shadows!
Unfamiliar...
Yet so near to provoke and conjure fear.
Away from home.
Deep in captivity!
An activity no one hears.
And it is clear...
This remains encompassed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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