The story of Two
See those people there
Two fishes in the wind
Yearning for water
Two dissected spirits
Moaning for redemption
Two innocent children
Playing grimreaper
Two wandering souls
Basking in hell
Just two young people
Disguised by age
poem by Mariam de Haan
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Windspirits Triolet
Spirits in the wind are dancing.
The wind spirits are playing flutes.
They play heavenly and gracefully.
Spirits in the wind are dancing.
They are prancing wood fairies.
Spirits in the wind are dancing.
Thesw happy spirits are just dead.
The wind spirits should just go to bed.
Spirits in the wind are dancing.
poem by Vega Destiny Star
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The Fishes' Message, Poet: Sohrab Sepehri
I went to the pond
Hoping to see the reflection of my loneliness in the water
There was no water in the pond.
The fishes were saying:
'"It is not the trees' fault at all.
It was a sultry summer noon,
The bright son of water, sat by the pond's edge
And the eagle of the sun dived down and lifted him up & up in the air.
To hell with our not reaching any oxygen from water.
And the glitter has left our scales all together.
Instead, that big light,
The reflection of that red carnation in the water
Whose heart, if the wind was blowing, would beat behind the layers of neglect,
was our eyes.
It was a window to the confession of paradise.
If you see God in the palpitations of the garden,
Make an effort and tell him that the fishes'' pond is dry.'"
The wind was going to visit the plane tree,
I was going to visit God.
poem by Mehraneh Hosseini
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Hell-Bound Are Umptine Souls!
Away from heaven,
Towards the ‘Fiery Pit’,
So many souls keep moving,
‘Stop them, dear God, O please! ’
Some mighty human beings,
Woman with lovely frames,
Leaders and kings and queens,
Children with heinous crimes:
‘Have mercy on them, O Lord,
And stop their drift to hell! ’
Caught in devils’ clutches;
Bound in dragnets of sin;
Ensnared by Satan’s designs;
Hell-bound are umptine souls!
People with sweet voices;
Scholars, scientists, clergy;
People good until now:
‘God, prevent their abysmal fall,
Rescue souls from hell’s jaws! ’
poem by John Celes
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Where Ever You May Be
Writing poetry is a lonely by yourself account
Of writing down what is in your own head,
A metaphor you see in your mind of
Love, hate nature and the ever full moon
So I’m here to write a poem, a poem
That knows where it’s going with a start
A middle and an end that seals it off.
Something new no daffodils or roses
No broken hearts, no tigers or leaves at your feet,
Or no more wishes for the soul mate out there.
I know the something no one talks about
I’ll write a poem of the wind, yes the wind
The wind that we all let free, discreet of course,
The ones who leave it behind in the lift
Then ten people enter and pretend it’s not in the air
Then all stare at the fat guy who is innocent
And try not to breathe, believe,
The young lady with a baby in the supermarket aisle
Lets off a rasper then says to baby “What was that! ”
Little children of three playing on the floor know that
Grand dad when sat always uses his left leg to raise his cheek
To let his wind go free, they see it’s so natural,
Hence the old saying
‘Where ever you may be always let your winds go free.’
Yes I’ll write a poem of that not forgetting those
Who emulate their pet dog at their feet
Who stink like hell without a noise, and so discreet.
poem by Ken e Hall
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Moments At The Beach
flowing water, cool breeze
waves washing a shore
birds drifting in the wind
boats sailing on the water
people strolling along the beach
children playing in the sand
sun bathers laying a shore
swimmers playing in the water
volleyball in the sand
family picnics under the trees
The lake so beautiful
The beach so free
people being friendly
the life so simple for a day at the beach
Strangers, friends and family enjoying the lake
the simple things in life is enjoy nature and ourselves
poem by Michael Peterson
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Act Our Age
On a sun kissed beach,
we frolic our time away,
playing assorted games
as kids we used to play.
People stop and stare
at two old people playing in the sand,
wondering when we will grow up
and act our age again.
We just carry on having fun
the way we used to do
with both our minds on one thing
and that is me and you.
Age may have stolen our youth,
but our spirits are still young.
We can still frolic in the sand
and have a lot of fun.
29 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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People Everywhere: Social Music (Original 11 03 2009)
PEOPLE EVERYWHERE: SOCIAL MUSIC
Original 11 03 3009
People everywhere over here over there people
In poor bread lines people in pony drawn carriages
People on a chariot with a rumble seat people on a
Climb on a mountain steep people on a dime on a
Corner on Wall Street –street people -people everywhere
Everywhere there’s a drummer. Where you going?
Everywhere you go you go with a beat you go with
Where the music is… where the music is “social man
What’s jazz? ” People everywhere just social that’s all
New Orleans people social all the way up river to
Kansas City on up to Chicago don’t make no difference
If your name is Santiago Obama Bergson Rothschild
Bush just social People -Montrose New York City
People social all the way to Rio Paris Johannesburg
Brazil Belize over all the bridges –London Suez
Toronto Montreal people in a dim café -social
People in church every weekday and everyday
Everywhere there’s a temple play -Joe’s Place
People social man -music social don’t make no
Difference where you get together whoever is playing
Just playing so you keep on playing with everybody
Playing -people play social music man –man or
Woman don’t understand just don’t stop playing
People everywhere want to be there to see it -up here
You playing social music -understand -just don’t
Stop playing -people everywhere get hungry lose
Patience -people everywhere not playing social music
When you stop playing social music people every-
Where stop –trying to figure out why everybody
Stop playing social music -nothing social about
Playing a whole lot of music -nothing truly social
In a lot of music -the next thing you know a short
Spell and before long you got wars breaking out
Stop playing and its hell -that’s not social any more.
Lee Mack copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. Do not reproduce without permission.
poem by Lee B. Mack
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Billy Joel's Innocent Man
(for a friend somewhere, i am dedicating this song)
Some people stay far away from the door
If there's a chance of it opening up
They hear a voice in the hall outside
And hope that it just passes by
Some people live with the fear of a touch
And the anger of having been a fool
They will not listen to anyone
So nobody tells them a lie
I know you're only protecting yourself
I know you're thinking of somebody else
Someone who hurt you
But I'm not above
Making up for the love
You've been denying you could ever feel
I'm not above doing anything
To restore your faith if I can
Some people see through the eyes of the old
Before they ever get a look at the young
I'm only willing to hear you cry
Because I am an innocent man
I am an innocent man
Oh yes I am
Some people say they will never believe
Another promise they hear in the dark
Because they only remember too well
They heard somebody tell them before
Some people sleep all alone every night
Instead of taking a lover to bed
Some people find that it's easier to hate
Than to wait anymore
I know you don't want to hear what I say
I know you're gonna keep turning away
But I've been there and if I can survive
I can keep you alive
I'm not above going through it again
I've not above being cool for a while
If you're cruel to me
I'll understand
Some people run from a possible fight
Some people figure they can never win
And although this is a fight I can lose
The accused is an innocent man
I am an innocent man
Oh yes I am
An innocent man
You know you only hurt yourself out of spite
I guess you'd rather be a martyr tonight
That's your decision
But I'm not below
Anybody I know
If there's a chance of resurrecting a love
I'm not above going back to the start
To find out where the heartache began
Some people hope for a miracle cure
Some people just accept the world as it is
But I'm not willing to lay down and die
Because I am an innocent man
I am an innocent man
Oh yes
I am
An innocent man
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Commander Of All Evils
Politicians are the commander of all evil spirits
Their belief: deities are vain trifles
They have vowed to devotion themselves
Damnation, shoes, or slap does not frighten them
Nor they have distinction in hell and heaven
They are the least worried for the terrors of hell
Gulf exists between politicians and people
Politicians’ element is of devils
People are purely idol of virtuosity
Pride of power has allured them into hell
They will never see the face of God
They will never taste the eternal joys of heaven
When you kill a tiger you say a sport
When the tiger attacks on you, it is ferocity
When you kill millions of men
Politicians propagate peace and prosperity
You design to kill the innocent
Often the innocent are called the mastermind
Your evil spirit of policies creates the path of terrorists
Often our judiciary pronounces their innocence
People should not feel tormented with the sufferings
Inflicted by the politicians
People will have everlasting happiness of peace
And enjoy in heaven
Heaven is of God and for His dear one
Let them rule in hell
The breaking news flashes on channels
Politicians have embraced everlasting
Damnation by entertaining dangerous thoughts
Against people, nature and God’s fury
poem by Shujaat Hussain
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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
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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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This Is No Horror Fairy Tale Poem
This is no fairytale poem this is the reality
Of the twenty first century,
The era of religious political minds gone mad
Preying on the young manipulating robbing their souls
As,
Graveyard eyelids close and open over compassionless eyes,
The young female drone obsessed with promised martyrdom
Moves into the centre of the busy market place.
Her young slim body is now swollen to an obese size
With the aid of dynamite strapped to her body
Hidden under her dark clothing of lies,
Make no mistake here moves a killer
A mini 911 creature a black plague,
A killer of women and children all innocent souls
Where the Hell is the route of this insanity
Is it the Aztecs digging hearts out for the sun God?
The Romans digging roads in other people’s back yards?
Gengus Khan preaching his beheading technique?
Each side of the many faces of man
Pointing the trigger finger at each other,
Each with the mythical coat of divine blessing
From their own misconstrued religion.
I don’t know the answer but I do know
When the young bomber blew herself up
In the market with 45 other poor souls
I do know the authorities put her head in a bucket.
poem by Ken e Hall
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Rainy beach times
Children playing on a beach,
Nowhere to hide nowhere to seek,
Using there minds to play there games,
Running In the sand on a rainy day,
It dose not matter if the sun doesn't shine,
If the wind blows hard and the sands not dry,
There having fun so that's just fine,
Playing on a beach at two, three, and five,
With sand in there shoes and between there toes,
And wind swept hair and soggy clothes,
They feel no cold only time for fun
The moaning starts when they wet there bum,
It must look like desert to someone so young,
Who's two foot high and full of fun,
What an adventure it must be,
Playing in the sand and feeling free,
I can't remember ever being that high,
But we all must have though's of rainy beach times,
So as I stand here now alone on the beach,
Watching them play no hide and seek,
Spending this moment through children's eyes,
As they have there adventure and a rainy beach times.
Kevin Glenn
29-08-2011
poem by Kevin Glenn
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Little People
Not many people are little,
Noticed and betrayed are some who are little;
Warm weather arouses our suspicion,
Chiming creates disorder as the little arrive.
The position of the night is for them,
The real door to the day is for those who are little.
A great multitude of persons will be astonished
Violently and knowingly, like the opposition,
And the children.
The night-wind has a dismal trick of wandering
Round and round,
Like the little children of the night
And then children of the day rest more than people.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Welcome to hell
People yell, people scream, people cry
Welcome to hell
People kill, people steal, people lie
Welcome to hell
People leave, people hurt, people die
Welcome to hell
And welcome to life
poem by Shayna Johnston
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Innocent World
I used to live in an innocent world
I had a car and a pretty blond girlfriend
We was too young to know what we were doing
And anyway I was just fooling around
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
With a cute little monkey on my back
And a total disregard for the facts
Id run away and never get back
From my innocent world
There aint no reason to tell no lie
When youre young and youve got a lot of pie
Now I slink around like a killer
The things they say are just a lot of filler
In my mind, in my mind
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Running, laughing in the sun
And always having lots of fun
Smoking dope and just being young
In my innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
With a cute little monkey on my back
And a total disregard for the facts
Id run away and never get back
From my innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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I Go Swimming
Ooh, I go swimming, swimming in the water
Swimming in the river, swimming in the sea
I go swimming
I go swimming, swimming in the water
Swimming in the pool, swimming is cool
I go swimming
The sun is burning, I am yearning
For the waterflow (waterflow)
Next to my skin i, like to begin a
Waterflow (waterflow)
Letting off steam I float in a dream,
I cant let go (cant let go)
Follow my wishes, follow the fishes
Down below (down below)
I go swimming
I need water, water to drink
Water on my brain, water sustain,
Water over me
I want water, water I need
Water to think, water to drink
Water over me
The sun is burning, I am yearning
For the waterflow (waterflow)
Next to my skin i, like to begin a
Waterflow (waterflow)
Letting off steam I float in a dream,
I cant let go (cant let go)
Follow my wishes, follow the fishes
Down below (down below)
I go swimming
I go swimming, I go swimming
Swimming in water, swimming in water, swimming in water
Water all over me
Swimming in water, swimming in water, swimming in water
I go swimming, I go swimming
I go swimming, I go swimming
Swimming, I go swimming
Oh I go swimming, I go swimming
Water all over me
Swimming in water, swimming in water, swimming in water
Water all over me
Swimming in water, swimming in water, swimming in water
Water all over me
Swimming in water, swimming in water, swimming in water
Water all over me
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Life is short, running like the wind (Song)
God Created, Given as a life.
Touching the people, leaving the people
Moving from place to place
Life is short, running like the wind.
Flowing through the valleys, touching the water
Flowing through the mountains, touching the cliffs
Flowing through the deserts,
Flowing on the oceans and
Running around the earth.
Life is short, running like the wind.
Touching the people, spinning the lives
Touching the old and touching the young
Touching the women and touching the men
Flowing on the ground and playing with the kids.
Life is short, running like the wind.
Running through the villages,
Gushing through the towns,
Swirling in the deserts,
Storming on the oceans,
Touching the earth and calming down.
Life is short, running like the wind.
Touching the flowers, spreading the fragrance
Flowing in the sky and flying the kites
Speeding in the places and spinning the windmills
Running on the rivers and pushing the boats
Life is short, running like the wind.
Days are in and nights are out
Seasons are spinning, time is running
Teja is playing, music sheet is ending
Life is short, running like the wind.
Eyes are closing, dreams are flowing
Going into sleep and day is moving
Life is short, running like the wind.
-o-
poem by Bhavani Polimetla
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Is This The Only Way
Chorus: is this the only way,
For the wheel keeps turning,
Is there no other way,
Ooh, heart is yearning.
There is hope in your eyes,
And all the people say,
Youre a star,
And youre playing the part,
But how long do you think it will last,
I know you, youre not so innocent,
No way out,
Well not by your intellect,
Who are you,
With no time to resurrect,
Who are you,
You say youre the president.
I cant wait any longer,
Ooh, my loves getting stronger,
Ooh,
Why do we need you so,
Is there no other way,
To lead our children home,
There is a light that shines on you,
Youre in a hole and Im in it too.
Chorus: is this the only way,
For the wheel keeps turning,
Is there no other way,
Ooh, heart is yearning.
Aii your worlds a disguise,
For big business deals, oil bribes,
Clever men, but where are the wise,
Cause in reality, freedom lies,
Who are you, smug in your intellect,
Dishing out old fashioned politics,
Money, war, solves everything it seems,
Nothin new, same as its ever been.
I cant wait any longer,
Ooh, my loves getting stronger,
Ooh,
Why do we need you so,
Is there no other way,
To lead our children home,
There is a light that shines on you,
Youre in a hole and Im in it too.
Oh, we cant let it go.
Is this the only way.
song performed by by Kinks
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Do Or Die..(part 1)
how much time does it take
time to realize
time to cry
time to die
longing spirits low
making guilt high
its better to die then to
realize and cry
enable to judge the people
disguised as friends
disguised as love
disguised as human beings
far longing behind dignity
of poor
of human
of truth
the truth of life
the truth of living
the truth of happiness..
poem by Shania Bhayana
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