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Angels

Angels..
do you believe in angels?
do angels believe in you?
which question, the more sensible?

suppose angels
to know greatly more than us..
suppose, that’s why they’re there…

suppose, they know space is not fully real:
enter it knowingly, to deliver us
a holy message, wearing whiteness, light,
which would announce them
truthful, good of all good, and beautiful..

suppose, they know time is not fully real:
enter it knowingly, to deliver us
a message that’s eternal, phrased
in terms of human life, direct, immediate;

suppose them, to be untroubled
by human frailty: knowing all
they need to know; messengers
of love beyond all love;
rejoicing in the heavenly joy
of living under perfect law..

suppose… suppose…
that all this living metaphor,
so recognisable to human mind,
lives in each human heart..

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Suppose There Is a Valid Reason?

Do I forgive those who knowingly deceive?
No!

'Suppose it's their first time?
Suppose there is a valid reason?
Suppose there is a good excuse,
As to why they do it?
Sup...
Hello?
Hello?
You still there?
Can you hear me?
Is anybody there?
Hello...? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who You Are

Someone's drinking all alone
Someone's left the TV on
I don't suppose, no I don't suppose
Someone's sleeping in my bed
Someone's let the genie in
I don't suppose, no I don't suppose
You know who you are
Who you are, who you are today
Baby's gone and died again
Taken by the tide again
And it's no surprise
She hates goodbyes
Someone's folding paper planes
Someone's on the line again
Someone's crying at the sonnet
Someone's hiding from someone
I don't suppose, no I don't suppose
You know who you are
Who you are, who you are today

song performed by by Tears For Fears
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Suppose

Suppose no rose would ever grow again
Suppose no brook would ever flow again
Suppose no star should ever glow again
Suppose you didn't love me
Suppose there were no bees or butterflies
Suppose no bird should ever cross the skies
Suppose the sun should never never rise
Suppose you didn't love me
It's impossible to imagine a world without a star
But imagining no you is more impossible, by far
Suppose the Springtime never should arrive
Suppose the tall green trees should not survive
Suppose I had no wish to be alive
Suppose you didn't love me
It's impossible to imagine a world without a star
But imagining no you is more impossible, by far
Suppose the Springtime never should arrive
Suppose the tall green trees should not survive
Suppose I had no wish to be alive
Suppose you didn't love me
Suppose you didn't love me

song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Suppose a smile.

Suppose a smile.

Suppose it always, with a smile.

Suppose the sun to shine,
shine with a smile;

suppose the rain to fall and smile
smile at the earth;
the snow, with gentle smile,
protecting tender shoots;

suppose the wind to smile
mysteriously, about its secretwork;

suppose – that’s easy – flowers
to open with a smile; and
smile as they fade and wave farewell,
a smile that says, that’s how it is…

suppose some patient smiles:
as rain-forests say to those who cut them down,
you’ll live to regret this; here’s
your chance to learn;

suppose the desert sand to smile
and say, you took the trees, and now
I’m here; plant, call down rain, store, irrigate…

suppose the ice-cap, melting with sad smile,
saying, I did not choose…

suppose that Abraham, Moses, Christ, Mohammed
spoke their uncompromising, uncomfortable truths
always with a smile; a gentle smile;
a smile to say, I'm here, you're here to learn...

suppose the spear to smile,
hammered into pruning-hook..

suppose smile met with smile.

Suppose.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Suppose We Should Feel Happy

Suppose we should feel happy for to live another day
When one more wealthy person by the reaper called away
Into the life hereafter if there be such a thing
Who can say of this paradise where happy angels sing.

Suppose we should feel happy though circumstance we curse
We may not have much money though things could be far worse
And we ought to count our blessings for our good gift of health
Though it would seem a bonus to add to that some wealth.

Suppose we should feel happy and we ought not complain
If we can't afford the roof repairs though it always leaks in rain
This is the Christian principle 'be happy with your lot'
But how can you feel happy if money you haven't got? .

Suppose you should feel happy though the rent is overdue
And the landlord for his payment is pressurizing you
And your fridge is almost empty and not much food left to eat
And you and your wife and two young children might soon be on the street.

Suppose we should feel happy though we are in the red
And we can't sleep for worrying we toss and turn in bed
And the refrigerator is empty and the child cry to be fed
And suppose we should feel happy 'those words are easily said'.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Rita Rose

I suppose Rita Rose
Now that you found someone new
I don’t mean anything to you
I suppose Rita Rose
That since I left to fight a war
You don’t need me anymore
I suppose Rita Rose
Now that I’m back again
You want me to forget when
It was me that you chose
Just who are you trying to expose
I suppose Rita Rose
Everybody knows
I ran out on you
I suppose Rita Rose
You’ve already chose
A good alibi too
I suppose Rita Rose
It’s all spelled out in prose
What I’m supposed to do
Well I got news for you
I got feeling too
I’ll just turn around
Both feet on the ground
And walk away from you

poem by Alfred Ramos
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I Am Suppose to Be Vain

I am suppose to be vain.
You know...
Someone who loves to be on stage.
Because of an exterior presence.
I have been told I am handsome.
So naturally I want the attention.

I am suppose to be vain.
You know...
Someone who speaks, walks
And chew gum at the same time.
With a detectable intelligence too?
Seeking adulation,
That's all I am suppose to do.

I am suppose to be vain.
Because I choose to work hard.
And apply my abilities.
Since I am extremely dedicated,
To my capable creativity.
And it seems I do all of this effortlessly...
I am suppose to be vain!

'WELL...
Are you? '

I am biased!
Not vain.
There is a huge difference between the two.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Are You the New Person Drawn Toward Me?

Are you the new person drawn toward me?
To begin with take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose;
Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?
Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover?
Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy'd satisfaction?
Do you think I am trusty and faithful?
Do you see no further than this facade, this smooth and tolerant
manner of me?
Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man?
Have you no thought O dreamer that it may be all maya, illusion?

poem by Walt Whitman
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Are You The New Person, Drawn Toward Me?

ARE you the new person drawn toward me?
To begin with, take warning--I am surely far different from what you
suppose;
Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?
Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover?
Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy'd satisfaction?
Do you think I am trusty and faithful?
Do you see no further than this façade--this smooth and tolerant
manner of me?
Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic
man?
Have you no thought, O dreamer, that it may be all maya, illusion?

poem by Walt Whitman
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On Kissing Oneself

a cat licks its own
paws and
body

self-cleansing
i suppose

the waves of the
sea kiss
its own shores

nature's course
i suppose

a dog chases
its own tail

instincts perhaps
i still suppose so

and when i say
i kiss myself
as you kiss yourself
too

my lips licking my
own palms

your tongue
tasting the salt
in your fingers

nothing narcissistic
i suppose

it is the possibility
when all love fails

self-love
self healing

a way of sensing
the exits
through
the labyrinths
of our illusions

will that be wrong
my friend?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wonders Of Mother Nature

Mother nature
Oh mother nature
How beautiful and lovely you are
With such a tender loving care
Mother Nature
Ohh! Mother Nature
Our dearest mother nature
Our amazing mother nature
Ohh! Mother Nature
If nature allows can I please ask you a question
As a mother
How come you killed your young?
How come you made your fellow mothers cry?
How come you took away their joy?
You took the only thing that made their lives blossom
You suppose to make life beautiful
Mother Nature you suppose build
But how come you destroyed homes
Mother Nature you suppose to make the world a good place to be in
Yet you have turned the world to be a horrible place
Mother Nature as a mother you suppose to warn your young when the go astray
Not to destroy them
Yet you destroyed and killed them
You suppose to symbolize new beginnings and that there’s always hope
Yet you came and shuttled people’s lives and dreams

poem by Vangile Mtyali
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Suppose

Suppose, my dear, that you were I
And by your side your sweetheart sate;
Suppose you noticed by and by
The distance 'twixt you were too great;
Now tell me, dear, what would you do?
I know--and so do you.

And when (so comfortably placed)
Suppose you only grew aware
That that dear, dainty little waist
Of hers looked very lonely there;
Pray tell me sooth--what would you do?
I know, and so do you.

When, having done what I just did
With not a frown to check or chill,
Suppose her red lips seemed to bid
Defiance to your lordly will;
Oh, tell me, sweet, what would you do?
I know, and so do you.

poem by Eugene Field
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If There Is A God That God

If there is a God That God is not for you and yours alone God is for everyone
And for every man and woman and their daughter and their son
When you say God is for you and all of your religion it shows how arrogant you must be
God is in every good living Human Being that's how it would seem to me
A true God would embrace good living people of all religions and all good living non believers as well
The people you have condemned in words to an afterlife of hell,
You do seem so judgemental and in your thinking you seem small
If there is not a God for every good Human Being there is not a God at all
People like you are not in minority and that does seem sad to say
And meeting you and your kind never seems to make my day
To the religious fundamentalists of the World you and your kind belong
But suppose if you think you must be right then you cannot be wrong
If there is a God that God does not live remote from the World of Humankind
And in every good living Human Being that God lives in their mind.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Why When How

Do
do do do doooooo
dooo doooo
oooo
mmmmm
You're still captivating
even though it's been so long
you used to love me
tell me baby what went wrong
cuz now you march to a beat of a different song
I try to understand that we needed space
but everywhere i turn I see your face
and I've been wating for you to come home
cuz i don't want to be alone
Still Love you
Why did you take away your love
When did you think to just give up
How am i suppose to carry on now
with you
you were my life
I have changed girl since i last saw you
when you left you don't know what you put me through
But my heart still racing just being next to you
I can't escape the magic in your eyes
Is there a way to make you realize
There is no one more special to my heart
but you want us to be apart
Still Love
Why did you take away your love
when did you think to just give up
How am i suppose to carry on now
with you
You were my world
You ment everything to me
Your the air i breathe,
the song I sing
You were my queen
I was your King
But if we can try to work it out
We'll show the world what love is about
Baby come home
cuz I can't no more
of this loneliness and emptiness
Why did you take away your love
When did you think to just give up
how am i suppose to carry on now
without you
Why did you take away your love
when did you think to just give up
how ami suppose to carry on
without you
you were my life

song performed by by Justin Timberlake
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Let's Just Suppose

Let’s just suppose
That over four thousand young men
Got jobs and got married
Became normal Americans and then

Let’s just suppose
These same young men of our new generation
Stayed home and avoided
Nightmares and mutilation

Let’s just suppose
Over four thousand lives were sadly expended
In a hostile land, so far away
In a war built on lies, and is yet open-ended

Let’s just suppose
That many untold billions in funds
Had over four thousand of those young men
Building our country, in lieu of bearing guns

Let’s just suppose
That instead, billions were spent on education
On infrastructure, medical research and homeland defense
Lives better spent, to build a better, stronger nation

Let’s just suppose
That the mad minds in our administration
Had Instead, kept those heroic young boys
safe at home, while still defending our nation

Let’s just wonder
amidst all the war-wager’s noise
Was this one man…Saddam Housein
Worth more than four thousand of our young boys?

Let’s just suppose
This madness we could suspend
All stand together and say “enough is enough.”
We’re not the world’s policemen
This madness must end!

Let’s just propose….
To bring our young men
Back home.

poem by David Whalen
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Why The Moon Hides Itself In Cloud

Suppose, let us suppose
There is none but you, moon and me
The moon shines above
Sprinkles drops of light on me
You are there near me
dropping dewy kisses on my forehead
I close my eyelids to drown myself in a dream

A sweet dream, let us suppose
You gaze at the moon
I feel jealous, my moon
How beautiful thou art
The moon will hide itself in clouds
You will never know why
She has been shy.

poem by Ratan Bhattacharjee
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As We Wait

In times of trouble and sorrow
It can be easy to become discouraged
About tommorrow
All we have to do
Is think of all the many times
That we experienced a siutation
When it seemed that there was
No way out
God came and pulled us through
He does this to show you
He comes through
When He is suppose to
Apply this to your
Problem today
He is here to stay
He has our backs always
He is never late
Hold this in our
Hearts as we wait
Know that He is working
Beyond what our human
Eyes can see
Believe....Believe
Like a tree that
Loses all of their leaves
One might think
That it is no longer living
It is breathing
Waiting on the season
To be back in full bloom
For the right time
That it is suppose to
As we wait
Keep in mind this
God Always Keeps His Promises

poem by Tameeka Smith
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Easy Way Out

You'll take advantage, till you think you're being used
'Cause without an enemy your anger gets confused
And I got stuck on a side you know I never chose
But it's all about
Taking the easy way out for you
I suppose
There's no escape for you, except in someone else
Although you've already disappeared within yourself
The invisible man, who's always changing clothes
It's all about
Taking the easy way out for you
I suppose
While I watch you making mistakes
I wish you luck, I really do
With the problem, with the puzzle
Whatever's left of you
I heard you found another audience to bore
Creative thinker, you imagined you were more
A new body for you to push around and pose
It's all about taking the easy way out for you
I suppose
It's all about taking the easy way out for you
I suppose

song performed by by Elliott Smith
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Running Out Of Angels

They say theyre running out of angels
They say Im running out of time
Oh you dont have to be lucky
It is easier than trying, now theyre bringing down a
Hammer on anything that sells
I suppose youre a winner
Because theyre running out of angels
And all the lies upon the tongues of all the girls upon the rails
Will ruin any man who moved too soon
All except the one who seems to know more than she tells
You know she looks just like an angel
But she sings so out of tune
They say theyre running out of angels
They say Im running out of time
Oh you dont have to be lucky
It is easier than trying, now theyre bringing down a
Hammer on anything that sells
I suppose youre a winner
Because theyre running out of angels
Oh

song performed by by Elvis Costello
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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0017 Suppose it said..

Suppose it said – and, yes
it has been said, that
you were made to be
as much the same, as God,
or, The Creator – or
some other word that
means as much – were made to be
as much the same as – That -
as any human being could be; that

this, waits for you; it’s there;
cease to deny that that is so,
and then, it will be so…

suppose you hear it said; and
like the sound of it; then
close your eyes for several seconds
and open them again; but, it’s all
just the same…

suppose that at that point,
you don’t give up, with, as they say,
'a snort of derision'; but close your eyes again,
and think

I don’t remember such a big denial
all at once; how could a child
know what to deny, or why;
deny so vast a thing?

or could it rather be, a history
of many small denials? ah yes,
that seems quite possible – like
all those things that we put to one side
as – so the song goes on – ‘but not for me…’:

some few were overcome – I thought once
that riding a bike was Not For Me;
but thanks to Dad who proved me wrong,
I’ve thousands of miles of the joy of freedom
ticking on the cyclometer…

but yes, there’s much that’s labelled
Not For Me; once, poetry
was labelled, too, so great a thing
but Not For Me..

suppose a life
without self-deprivation
where all these small denials were denied,
whom would I be then? Would I be great
in so many small acceptances,
that all that life might have to offer,
should be myself? Would that be joy?
I think it could be so.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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