Too Many People Act As If God Is Dead
Too many people act as if God is dead, as if hope is dead. Just watch the movies, the news, really look at how people treat each other in the office, on the streets. So much pretense, hostility, arrogance, silent killings, so little kindness, patients, appreciation, understanding love and generosity.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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It All Starts Now
Too many people act as if hope is dead. Just watch the movies, the news, really look at how people treat each other in the office, on the streets. So much pretense, hostility, arrogance, silent killings, so little kindness, patients, appreciation, understanding love and generosity. If people really had faith, if they really believe, in their heart, in their depths they would not be this way. One of the first steps to end the insanity is to face our destructive desires, born and perpetuated out of a lack of love, Lack of EMPATHY, lack of courage, lack of vision. It all starts now. It all ends now. We choose every moment.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Kindness
Kindness
Is somthing I born with
I can't help, but being nice to everyone
I can't say no
I hate it to make people sad
I know I can't pleasures everyone, but I try any way
I treat people the way I want to be treat
I like to help anyone with their problems
Seeing someone happy make me happy knowing what I did
I don't tell them how I feel because I rather not
I'm fine with this
Noone can't change me and try make me bad
Because this is me
Kindness
I never heard from you baby
You're so cruel
I treat you right and this is what I get
I don't understand
You think I did something wrong or cheated on you
I'm not that kind of person
Tell me why you are acting way you are now
I will listen and help you in best way I can
Can you just be nice for once?
I won't change who I'm
This is real me
I want to treat people with respect
Sometimes I get it
Other times I dont get it
It's ok
It not going effect me in any way
I be me and I love me for me
Kindness
poem by Christina Phan
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I sit and watch
I sat and i watch the world go by
An the more i watch, the more question i have
why do people discriminate
why do people kill each other
why do people do drugs
why don't some father take responsibility for their kid's
why do man rape woman
why do some man hit their woman, rather than treat them like the queen
they truly are
why is their war
why do people of the same race treat each other like crap
why do some people have more than other
why do people have to go to jail
why do the people we love have to die
why can't everybody just get along
why is their pain
why do people get their heart broken by the one they love
I guess i will never know, why?
poem by Edowaye Omorogbe
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Those Old Black And Whites
'Mom, why do you watch those black and white movies?
They're part of our history, Son.
Mom, what do you get out of those boring old movies?
Memories for a lifetime, Son.
Mom, all those people are dead!
But they really knew how to live then, Son.
Mom, they're so old-fashioned!
Yes, Son, I guess I am.'
poem by Pene Burkey
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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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Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight. Extend to them all the care, kindness and understanding you can muster, and do it with no thought of any reward. Your life will never be the same again.
quote by Og Mandino
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One of the reasons why when Elvis dies or the Son of Sam is captured ABC News' ratings go up is because people who don't normally watch news are watching then. The question is, do you want to attract people who don't watch network news or fight over the people who do?
quote by Roone Arledge
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Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight. Extend them all the care, kindness and understanding you can muster. Your life will never be the same again.
Og Mandino in The Greatest Miracle in the World
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Dead End Street
Theres a crack up in the ceiling,
And the kitchen sink is leaking.
Out of work and got no money,
A sunday joint of bread and honey.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No money coming in,
The rent collectors knocking, trying to get in.
We are strictly second class,
We dont understand,
(dead end!)
Why we should be on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are living on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
On a cold and frosty morning,
Wipe my eyes and stop me yawning.
And my feet are nearly frozen,
Boil the tea and put some toast on.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No chance to emigrate,
Im deep in debt and now its much too late.
We both want to work so hard,
We cant get the chance,
(dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
(dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Head to my feet (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Hows it feel? (yeah)
Hows it feel? (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
song performed by by Kinks
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All Dead, All Dead
Memories, my memories
How long can you stay
To haunt my days
She came without a farthing
A babe without a name
So much ado about nothing
Is what shed try to say
So much ado my lover
So many games we played
Through every fleeted summer
Through every precious day
All dead all dead
All the dreams we had
And I wonder why I still live on
All dead all dead
And alone Im spared
My sweeter half instead
All dead
And gone
All dead...
All dead all dead
At the rainbows end
And still I hear her own sweet song
All dead all dead
Take me back again
You know my little friends
All dead
And gone
All dead and gone
Her ways are always with me
I wander all the while
But please you must forgive me
I am old but still a child
All dead all dead
But I should not grieve
In time it comes to everyone
All dead all dead
But in hope I breathe
Of course I dont believe
Youre dead
And gone
All dead
And gone
song performed by by Queen
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Everybody Dance (The Dance Of The Dead)
As the sun sinks upon the horizon,
As the dark night creeps in,
The dead dance.
On the streets they roam,
Silent,
Alone.
Everybody dances,
The saints and the sinners,
Everybody dances,
To the sound of the rhythm,
Everybody dances,
The dance of the dead.
The dance of the dead goes on,
And on,
Never stops,
Never slows,
Time does not matter to the dead.
Everybody dances,
The poor and the rich,
Everybody dances,
To the cries to the babies,
Everybody dances,
The dance of the dead.
As your time goes up,
The dead dance into your room,
Filled with silent movements,
They twirl with grace,
And style
And ease.
They reach out their hands,
And you take it,
And join the dance of the dead.
Everybody dance,
The young and the old,
Everybody dance,
The music is playing,
Everybody dance,
To the dance of the dead.
C’mon,
Everybody dance,
Soldiers and lovers,
Oh,
Everybody dance,
To sound they cry,
So,
Everybody dance,
To the dance of the dead,
The dance of the dead.
Oh,
Everybody dances,
Because the dance never stops.
6/05/06
poem by Charlie F. Kane
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Cynicism Is an Art
Come you little children- people
Children-people of the future
For soon you will be people-people
What sort of people-people will you be?
It doesn't really matter, really, because
Soon you won't be people-people
Soon you will be dead-people
Dead-people of so long ago
What sort of dead-people will you be?
poem by Bobby Crawford
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When I'm Dead And Gone
When I'm dead and gone
At my funeral don't play another sad song
I wanna see tears of joy not of sorrow
Remember this day for it will be gone tomorrow
I want people to celebrate my death day
The same way they celebrated my birthday
Remember the good things I've done in my life, and forget the bad
Remember our love, cause at times that's all we had
When I'm dead and gone, who would really miss me?
I would hope that the memory of me make people happy
I'd like to say I'm sorry to all those I've done wrong
And thanks to all who showed me love my whole life long
I have to get these feelings out before I'm dead and gone
Same may wonder why I'm doing this poem
Maybe I feel like my life is reaching its final storm
I rather say this right now right here
Cause later I may not be able to say nothing I fear
No I'm not ready to meet death.
But I rather for you to know now,
Then when I'm dead and gone to be thinking something else.
poem by Daniel Chapman
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The 2 million people who work in the NHS and social care are also themselves patients and users. I know they all want to treat patients and users the way they and their families would want to be treated and that is the purpose of our reforms.
quote by Patricia Hewitt
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z-Dead Bodies and Casket Lids
As I lay here
in my dead body
gone;
I think upon what part of my life
will people remark?
Will it be all the good things
I've done
for others who may or may not
have given back?
Will it be my generosity
or my looks;
my achievements;
the little things-
the little gifts-
given
anonymously?
Will it be my deep thoughts
known to no one;
my love given
and/or lovers lost?
Will it be my secret
spot
unknown
where I go to
be with me
and just my thoughts?
As I lay here now dead
and done
I see that
it is too early
to die
for me;
too much undone
to my story.
Have to raise this lid
and get out of here;
because once I am dead
for good
I want to have a better story
of what happened to me;
if I am to be staring
at this casket lid
for all
of the rest
of eternity
my story
has to be
a bit
more
glorious
and contain
a bit more Good.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Power To The Music
Hey people were victimized & circumsized
Crossed the line of no return
The critics say we devestate
Socialites just masturbate
Wont the losers ever learn?
Who said musics dead in the streets?
Dont know what they talk about
They gotta put a bullet in my head
If they want to keep me down
Power to the music in the streets
Mothers tell their sons of cyanide & suicide
They blame it on the devils tongue
Suck me like a parasite, military 3rd reich
You book-burning bastards wasting blood
Who said musics dead in the streets?
Dont know what they talk about
I want my music waking up the dead
Dont tell me to turn it down
Power to the music in the streets
song performed by by Motley Crue
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The Dead Next Door
Watch the sky
For a reason why
Im safe here
Sunday it was part
Monday it was none
Monday was none
For the dead next door
One pair of silent terror reins
And were the dead next door
The heat of the day fades away
Fades into the night
The heat of the day
Offering a wedding
Suffering away
For the dead next door
You see
One error, silent terror
And were the dead next door
In animal land
And dark is in command
One thing you should know
Dont hear that knocking
Dont eat out of their hand
Dont stumble, die
You say
Dont stumble, cry
They see you and me
You and me
With the dead next door
You and me
With the dead next door
You and me
With the dead next door
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Returning Home
In the smoke I smell
Dead animals,
Dead neighbors, friends, and family members.
In the mist I see
All those who were once alive.
Behind me
Our town stands
Burned down to ashes;
Only skeletons remain.
This war has taken away so much.
In the rubble on the streets
I see
The way things once were.
Happy homes
Filled with laughter
Children playing
Stickball in the street.
Now
So much has been taken
Away from me.
We find bodies
In the yards, in the wells,
In our fields and on the streets;
Dead animals,
Dead neighbors, friends, and family members.
The war is over
And we are back.
To bury the dead,
To give hope to the young,
To start again.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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When I Was A Child I Believed
When I was a child
a very young child
I looked at the world
of adults in discussion
their patterns of interaction
their comments reactions
a very strange world
differences between what adults said
and what child were told
their masks worn
and I thought about what
they did and why?
Questions were asked
about what you wanted
to be when you grew up?
The work question was important,
but never asked was how well you
would do this work, and for who?
They were often silent or suddenly angry
‘children were to be seen but not heard’
the news to be listened to in serious silence.
First talk repeat their sounds
to smiles laughter
then don’t talk be silent listen?
First stand walk walk how far
then don’t walk stay wait
where your told don’t go away?
When adults met sometimes they would
start to talk a lot fast all at once not one
at a time and laugh a lot talk walk funny?
Why not be on their best behaviour
nice to others as they told children to be?
Why not choose to be good not bad?
Years later I would smile a lot why not
it costs nothing to smile and often others.
Would catch your smile and smile also?
Even when sad smiling was a good thing to do
to appreciate all you have been given.
Even though you could not always play with
what was given or go outside or play with friends.
Especially on those boring rainy days.
So many games were not allowed if you got dirty?
As a teenager smilie would be a nick name.
That smile given freely to people who needed
to smile but chose to be miserable instead!
It never cost anything to be nice to people either!
To give to help had its own record, it felt good!
Happy people are the nice people to be around!
I believed happiness was the most precious gift,
a person could give another, and if sad then to give,
happiness you did not have; was even more important.
Once in my early twenties I was surprised,
a friend said you cannot be that good,
no one is that good, but I knew I was not good.
At twenty-two when about to travel overseas,
my uncle said you think everyone is your friend,
be careful, everyone you meet; is not your friend.
Now I am older and sadly wiser,
yet I still know that to treat a stranger,
as a friend not a treat is still better.
That to say hello with a smile,
and wish people well,
is still a wonderful thing to do.
I still believe it is a better thing to do.
And when kindness is meet with hostility?
I feel pity for the hurt who choose to hurt.
It is not the right way.
It is not God’s way.
It is still not my way.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Admiration to last till time lasts! Inspiration to inspire till time survives!
Determination to design a destiny.
Dedication to make an endeavour.
Desire to fulfill a wish.
Understanding to comprehend a silence.
Communication to transmit feelings.
Gratitude to greet the love.
Appreciation to treat the effort.
Attitude to carry with.
Arrogance to bear with.
Let the admiration forever last and the Inspiration never go past.
Admiration to last till time lasts! Inspiration to inspire till time survives!
poem by Meetika Srivastava
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