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Black and White and the Grey in between.

Black as ebony, dark as night.
When right seems wrong and wrong seems right.
Grey and tar and wisps of smoke,
on thoughts we muddle, on tears we choke.

The lines that shape our world will blur and shift,
imaginary bridges where there are rifts.
Disappear and begone, the truth now shows,
yet it brings not joys, but brings us woes.

poem by Mandy Lee
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Black Is The Dark Of Night

BLACK IS THE DARK OF THE NIGHT

Black is the dark of night
Deep is the quiet and calm –

Waking before the world does
Brings a special peace –

I write these lines
And begin the day
When others still sleeping -

All the world is mine at peace
And when the morning light comes
I will be astonished by the beauty
Of God’s world.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I have a fear - I may be wrong.

I have a fear - I may be wrong:

that all too many, put off all thoughts of 'God'
by those who claim to speak for Him,
may cease to look for, name, all wondrous things:
the good, and beautiful, and truthful; which give joy;
which you and I love as the best of life...
and name them, praise them, to our children's ears
as all the wonder that they are...

I have a fear - I may be wrong:
that even seeing this world as sweetshop of delights
we never look to see
some unity.

I have a fear - I may be wrong:
that we may miss the mind's pure joy
of stepping back to see
beyond what shows itself,
a greater and more glorious view...

I have a fear - I may be wrong:
that though we have a hazy view
of 'Creation' and 'Creator',
we do not seek to play Creation's part -
as species disappear; as world pollutes...

I have a fear -I may be wrong:
we know the words; but miss the song.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Shift

Check out the chick with the new dress on
(wearin a shift and it looks real fine)
The call it a shift and it comes on strong
(wearin a shift and it looks real fine)
When shes got it on, well she cant do no wrong
(wearin a shift, wearin a shift)
You may think a dress cant do very much
(wearin a shift really turns me on)
With the slit up the side, you cant resist that touch
(wearin a shift really turns me on)
Its tighter than a moo-moo and its just too much
(wearin a shift, wearin a shift)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(cant go wrong now) (go wrong now)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(turns me on now) (turns me on now)
Get your girl a shift and shell look real fine
(wearin a shift and its just too much)
It fits like a glove and drives you outta your mind
(wearin a shift and its just too much)
Shell ball it with her shift on and well have a good time
(wearin a shift, wearin a shift)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)

song performed by by Beach Boys
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There Is Something Really Wrong About That

There's something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There is something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.

There is something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There's something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.

Truth has been manipulated.
Something is wrong about that!

And people now themselves they hate.
Something is wrong about that!

Racism is the indicator.
Something is wrong about that!

And how one lives is too debated.
Something is wrong about that!

We've all been underestimated.
Something is wrong about that!
The thoughts of people are degraded.
Something is wrong about that!
Deceivers seem too much elated.
Something is wrong about that!
And truth for us has been created...
With an ease that's made..

Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There is something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.

Something's really wrong about it.
Where are the facts?
Something's really wrong about this.
Who erased the facts?

Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Keeping truth from action.
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Keeping truth from action.
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
And why are facts held back?

The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As We Walk...

as we walk
the lines of injustice blur
twisted by racial slurs
little innuendos that say i’m superior
fade into the night
as if they were never there
as we walk
the memories of discrimination
by a hate filled nation
rekindle in the thoughts of children
like those who died in South African jails
lynched in southern magnolias
tarred, and feathered
or when OJ was found innocent
then you saw the real color barrier
how dare you let a black man off
when for decades whites did it almost every day
as we walk
don’t hide the truth
in rap songs, poetry, or inside
don’t let your color destroy your pride
white children saying we know it was wrong
hispanics saying we feel it too! !
asians screaming it’s wrong
as we walk
we must all stand strong
what does having a black president really mean?
except a change in history
one man can’t stop a nations misery
as we walk
through the sands of racism
tunnnel through the wall of injustice
run into the pain of life
we must unite
as we walk

poem by Ras Kdc
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Sonnet – Amidst

Amidst pitch -black darkness, God shows a light;
Amidst a Forest thick, He shows a way;
Amidst black clouds, He brings a moonlit night;
Amidst sorrows, God gives a happy day.

Amidst the desert, Oasis God shows;
Amidst the stormy Sea, He brings calm;
Amidst much strife, He opens newer doors;
Amidst much hopelessness, a helping palm.

Amidst tempest, God shows a bright light-house;
Amidst the glaciers, much sought-after peak;
Amidst our solitude, He gives a spouse;
Amidst the ravines deep, the lost lamb meek.

Amidst the chaos, God ushers new hope,
Amidst the gloom, He gives the church a Pope.

poem by John Celes
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As We Walk

poem by Keith Ricardo Williams
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Big Black Smoke

She was sick and tired of country life.
A little country home,
A little country folk,
Made her blood run cold.
Now her mother pines her heart away,
Looking for her child in the big black smoke,
In the big black smoke.
Frailest, purest girl the world has seen,
According to her ma, according to her pa,
And everybody said,
That she knew no sin and did no wrong,
Till she walked the streets of the big black smoke,
Of the big black smoke.
Well, she slept in caffs and coffee bars and bowling alleys,
And every penny she had
Was spent on purple hearts and cigarettes.
She took all her pretty coloured clothes,
And ran away from home
And the boy next door,
For a boy named joe.
And he took her money for the rent
And tried to drag her down in the big black smoke,
In the big black smoke.
In the big black smoke.
In the big black smoke.

song performed by by Kinks
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Rondel. (From The Duke Of Orleans)

Hence away, begone, begone,
Carking care and melancholy!
Think ye thus to govern me
All my life long, as ye have done?
That shall ye not, I promise ye;
Reason shall have the mastery.
So hence away, begone, begone,
Carking care and melancholy!

If ever ye return this way,
With your mournful company,
A curse be on ye, and the day
That brings ye moping back to me!
Hence away, begone, I say!
Carking care and melancholy!

poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The Night Rider

Riding a dark horse,
With a dark force
The Night Rider.

Where does he go?
That I don’t know.

He goes when there’s no light
He comes through the night
With a great speed
Riding his dark steed.

The suffer he brings
Coming on the wings
Of the dark steed
He’s the one who lead
The forces of darkness
Full of might
Through the night.

He brings suffer
He breaths flame
In the world of darkness
He has fame.

poem by Milan Gojkovic
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Truth is

Truth is often far from sight,
Truth is seldom without blight,
Truth is in the dark of night,
Truth is in the hand of right,
Truth is that most noble Knight,
Truth is that which drives their fight,
Truth is all that brings us light,
Truth is all that gives us flight.

poem by Arik Fletcher
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Memories Are Giving Me A Bad Time

There’s a dark cloud hovering above me
and it follows wherever I go.
It brings sadness in the form of teardrops,
that taste of salt and sorrow.

My world has become cold and lonely,
and I’ve tried to fight the tears,
but memories are giving me a bad time
I do wish they would disappear.

poem by Orlando Belo
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Shades of Grey

Black is the color of the night
Grey is the shadow of you I sight
White is the shirt you wear
Black is your suit I declare

White is the wall you lean against
Grey is our path I sensed
Black is the memory I lost
Black is the road we never crossed

Grey is the prospect of the day
Grey is the taxi driving away
Black is the truth to never find you
Black is everything I can't undo

Black is my room without light
White is my color of hope in spite
Grey is the circle around my heart
Black is the truth like a work of art

poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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This is a warning

Warning! warning! warning!
This is a warning
Stop me from yawning

There is no smoke
Without a choke

There is no secret
Without a regret

You can not be strong
If you've never been wrong

Anything ever hot
Brings upon hurt

This is a warning
Stop me from yawning

Unfailed prevention
Prevails redemption
Avoid temptation

Beware of those who are nice
So say the experienced wise
Everything comes with a price

This is a warning
Stop me from yawning

Run, have fun
While there is still sun!

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Night-Bound.

Comes the night that brings me rest,
Comes the dark that folds me in
This of all my nights the best,
Nights of virtue, nights of sin.
I can hear a water moan,
And it seems no mortal tide,
But my own grey life that's gone
With the darkness to abide.
Ah! beyond the veil I pierce —
See my pain and pleasure done
In a mouldering universe
Without stars and without sun!
Through my warm red veins the chill
Of Death's coming seems to creep,
Till the world grows ghasty still
To me in my lonely sleep
So I cease: this night is mine;
Other nights for other things!
Comes the gloom that is divine
With the peace for me it brings.

poem by Robert Crawford
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Joyful Girl

i do it for the joy it brings
because i'm a joyful girl
because the world owes me nothing
and we owe each other the world
i do it because it's the least i can do
i do it because i learned it from you
i do it just because i want to
because I want to

everything i do is judged
and they mostly get it wrong
but oh well
'cuz the bathroom mirror has not budged
and the woman who lives there can tell
the truth from the stuff that they say
and she looks me in the eye
and says would you prefer the easy way?
no

song performed by by Ani DiFranco from Dilate
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Hand Me Downs

Ive taken so many down
Ive helped them all to dismount
Ive followed so many down
I take their hand me downs
All with hope
All with hope
That emptiness brings fullness
And loss of love brings wholeness
All with hope
All with hope
That emptiness brings fullness
And loss of love brings wholeness
To us all
Everything that I believe
Crawls from underneath the streets
Everything I truly love
Comes from somewhere far above
Everything that I believe
Is wrong with you is wrong with me
Everything I truly love
I love in you and I love in me
So give me hope
Give me hope
That emptiness brings fullness
And loss of love brings wholeness
To us all
You swear you cant swim the river
(Ive become the beggar now)
(youve become the saint somehow)
But I saw you running to jump in
(Ive become the beggar now)
(youve become the saint somehow)
I swore Id never be your sinner
(Ive become the beggar now)
(youve become the saint somehow)
Til I held your sin
Hand me downs
Now you ask me why Im here
The same as you
Im scared - its fear
Ive become the beggar now
And youve become the saint somehow
Twist the words and place the blame
And tell me now arent we the same
Tripping in our yellow feet
Checking underneath our sheets
For some hope
Give me hope
That emptiness brings fullness
And loss of love brings wholeness
Give me hope
Give me hope
That emptiness brings fullness
And loss of love brings wholeness
To us all

song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Wearing It Now

People are around
I know I’ll be alright
The mask doesn’t hurt
No tears
Come from the mask
I put my own on
Thinking that’s the only way it should be
Becoming someone not even I can recognize
In the puddle on the ground
Stomping in it knowing this is not me
Then when the people go away
So does mask
This is the scene in the play I don’t know my lines
For I get scared and choke every time
Mine my mask just changes from
White-ish pink to a dark red
Where the mask simply goes from
Oh look at me I don’t do any thing wrong
To black showing it’s true colors
Whoever said black was all the rainbow mixed together
Is wring in this case
There is no other feeling other then black
Like truck tiers black
No sadness no joy just anger and hatred
The mask gets switched around from him to her
All the time I never know who is wearing it or
If the both of them are sharing it at the same time
So walking through that broken old door
That squeaks and carries on when you open it
You never know if this time
Will be the one time that will kill you
Or break your back
But you hope like heck you make it through
‘Cause if you don’t then you know your not
The only one the mask subjects
And the others will not survive without you

poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Voice of my Soul

I want to hear the silence
that brings peace on my mind,
I want to hear the songs
that play deeply in my soul
I want to walk on rainbow
and holds the hope of dreams
I want to hear the pouring water
that shades my tears away,
I want to hold the oceans
and feels I owned the world.
I want to stare the sunset
that brings for another day
I want to feel the morning sunrise
that shows the beauty of life
I want to ride on clouds
that lift my spirit free
I want to hear the wave from shore
that brings joy in my heart
I want to love and be loved,
I want to live for life....

poem by Cheryl Aldea
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Loneliness When The Dark Brings Tears

Loneliness
When the Dark Brings Tears
...........................................

I gazed out toward
the cold graveyard
and wondered if
she was peaceful
this night?

Wondered if her eternal sleep
brought to her nightmares
she could not fight?

My eyes gazed from
that cemetery
down

to my
writing pad
and I did frown

upon remembering
the time she placed
her hand in mine

A delicate flower
so very sublime

The Raven calls
and his echo is clear

'Come to the grave
where I am near
Come look down.'

he seems to say
perched on that stone
monument
where she lay

'For your grief
is strong
but weep not
see

Have no fear of
mortality

For a message I bring
to you this night

for death
is but
a long
long flight

My darling dear
do not fret

I lay in this ground
but I am not dead

I live in your heart
and will not stray.'

And with that
the Raven
flew away...

I watched his form
glide into the mist

A dark messenger
yes

And then
I kissed

the stone upon which
he was perched that night

Giving me hope
that she was alright

For death is the beginning
to a journey's end

As the tears stung my eyes
I knew she did send
the Raven that night
to stem my fears

of loneliness
when the dark
brings tears

poem by Wayne Leon Learmond
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