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0140 André Agassi

Over the years, his business-like humility -
as if he's here to serve our sheer delight -
his human sweetness - rarely so visible
in the male of the species - and
that inner beauty that seems
to shine through human eyes -
they've just grown, so that
just seeing him makes me -
makes you? -
feel good about being human

and an artistic note: over the years,
especially with his pate so shaved,
his head is like a sculpture in itself -
more and more like some informal
Egyptian, Persian, work in baked and coloured clay
gazing over the centuries
as if to say
come win, come lose,
here is a man

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Anthropomorphism

Monkeys looking like a man could be,
Climbing to get the fruit off of the tree.
Isn't that just like a human?
What makes them different to us?

Female tigers protecting their cubs,
While the male goes hunting in the shrubs.
Isn't that just like a human?
What makes them different to us?

Puppies barking at the sound of danger,
To protect their home from a stranger.
Isn't that just like a human?
What makes them different to us?

Birds chirping back and forth,
Sounds like talking for what it's worth.
Isn't that just like a human?
What makes them different to us?

People fighting for no reason,
People enjoying all of the teasing.
Isn't that just like an animal?
What makes us different to them?

poem by Lenore Lee
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Whom Do I Belong To?

Sometimes I wonder
If there is a better species than me
But I found after so much search and hard work
Human being is the supreme
Whom I belong to……..

Then how I could do the deeds
Which can be done by the lower species.
I have the great responsibility and duty
To uplift the human dignity
As I belong to the same community.

How could I believe in those ideas
Where my humanism is wishfully lowered?
I could not bow down to any thing, to any one
The planets, the stars, the moon and the sun
All are suppose to serve the purpose of mine

I have the intellect
I have the language
I have the dream
All are the entities….supreme
So I belong to……..
Super human being.

To believe in this
Fits the things
Makes me high
Puts me on top
Explain the idea of humanism best
No other things than the human being is the greatest.
Whom I belong to….
So whom does God make his friend other than me?
For all these super speciality
I am the supreme
I belong to ….
Super human being.

poem by Abdul Wahab
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Thousand Human Eyes

Thousand human eyes
Cannot grasp nature’s beauty
In lifetime to praise

Thousand human eyes
Cannot see nature in full
As I always flies

Thousand human eyes
Falls short in their description
Of Sunset sunrise

Thousand human eyes
Cannot apprehend nature
Beneath the blue skies

Thousand human eyes
Fails to see nature’s beauty
To fully appraise

Thousand human eyes
Cannot fully understand
Nature to surmise

Thousand human eyes
Are blessed to see the nature
In its complete guise

Thousand human eyes
Sees the beauty of nature
With awe and oyez

Thousand human eyes
Is not capable to see
Nature’s burning eyes

poem by Mittur Ramprasad
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Just Human Tho’ I Am

Just human tho’ I am,
Achieve, I can great things;
A lot is possible by me,
If only I try and see!

Just human tho’ I am,
My intellect good, if I can
Put to use rightly,
Wonderful results will see!

Just human tho’ I am,
Reset records, I can,
If curiosity be my drive,
And I work like bees in a hive!

Just human tho’ I am,
My limit is but the sky;
With God as Helper-guide,
By His tenets, I abide.

Just human tho’ I am,
Hurdles many I’ll see;
By working night and day,
Success will follow, Aye!

Just human tho’ I am,
Nothing impossible can be;
Tho’ failures show their head,
Before I can be dead!

Just human tho’ I am,
I must ne’er give up yet;
For laurels, acclaim comes
Like ripe and healthy plums!

Just human tho’ I am,
And life a struggle is;
If I face it bravely,
Will be a cause worthy!

poem by John Celes
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She's just a girl

Her hair flows slowly like a river on her shoulders,
And like the shine of water in a sunny day,
Her hair brights in color shades,
To my eyes delight, a scenery so great.

Her blushing cheeks are holding a magnetic smile,
Meanwhile her eyes are blinking playfully at me,
I feel surrounded by her charmes and beauty,
I am enchanted by her childish purity.

She looks serene as morning sky,
Her skin is soft and white as milk,
Her sweetness, her simplity, the innocence of her soul
Her uniqueness it makes me thrilled.

She's just a girl, a human,
With her juvenile charisma,
In her is living a future woman,
In her are living the joy, the life tumult.

poem by Cristina Teodor
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New Way To Be Human

Every day it's the same thing
Another trend has begun
Hey kids, this might be the one
It's a race to be noticed
And it's leaving us numb
Hey kids, we can't be the ones
With all of our fashion, we're still incomplete
The God of redemption can break our routine
There's a new way to be human
It's nothing we've ever been
There's a new way to be human, new way to be human
And where is our inspiration
When all the heroes are gone
Hey kids, could we be the ones?
Cuz nobody's famous, and nobody's fine
We all need forgiveness, we're longing inside
There's a new way to be human
It's nothing we've ever been
There's a new way to be human
Spreading under my skin
There's a new way to be human
Where divinity bends
It's a new way to be human, new way to be human
I'll find your love across my impossible space
You've created me, take me out of me into
A new way to be human, to a new way to be human
You're a new way to be human
Where my humanity bends
To a new way to be human
Redemption begins
You're a new way to be human
You're a new way to be human
You're the only way to be human
You're a new way to be human

song performed by by Switchfoot
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Disorder.

Thousands of years I roam around these regions,
Where I no more find my darling pigeons,
I stand here at half past three at night,
Behind me is the esplanade empty in delight,
Gone are the human to have their rest,
Come back to disturb me again at eight,
I am the soul of this oceanic earth, under hallucination,
Dumped are those wastes on my plantation,
Gardens of corals gone forever, on the sea bed,
Companions of fauna seldom visit to feed,
Human dump their waste as if I am their bin,
Barges and boats threaten us, who are in,
Not enough having our own hot and fast currents,
Ignorant human test their weapons in forefront,
Thousands of species sick, unhealthy and mutated,
As far as unseen, nothing happens to these half baked,
Scientists and politicians of the new world,
I am the soul of the oceans, chased into the deep water,
Once in a while I, too visit the shore of soil not to trigger,
The tsunami or hardship to the children of my breast,
Who wandered naked in the virgin jungles and forests,
These human not only dress themselves with attires,
They expose all my curves in bright xenon and neon glamor.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Distinct from others

What makes us distinct from other species?
Is it changing mood with frequencies?
Or special human mind to take care and think?
To think positive even if situation forces to sink

There are numerous lives living on beautiful earth
They all perish and are soon forgotten after death
What makes them distinct from others is well known
They carve out the position of their own

Human beings are above all other living beings
They have established supremacy and reign
They have their own special needs to cater
They change the situation for themselves or alter

Only human mind act with their conscious
Love has been source and remains continuous
It is taken for granted that love is great strength
Individual may do anything possible to go any length

Love is source of and fine product of inspiration
He or she wants it for good culmination
It may be borne out of some good relation
Human race is supreme and this is real indication

We are fully alive and react strongly
We cry out in despair if done something wrongly
There is remedial action in repentance
No one need to tell or pass any sentence

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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There is a strange duality in the human which makes for an ethical paradox. We have definitions of good qualities and of bad; not changing things, but generally considered good and bad throughout the ages and throughout the species. Of the good, we think always of wisdom, tolerance, kindliness, generosity, humility; and the qualities of cruelty, greed, self-interest, graspingness, and rapacity are universally considered undesirable. And yet in our structure of society, the so-called and considered good qualities are invariable concomitants of failure, while the bad ones are the cornerstones of success.

quote by John Steinbeck
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Almost Human

Ahh, ha
Im almost human, cant help feelin strange
The moon is out, I think Im gonna change
Youre so smooth and tender, a living, breathing dream
Ive got to have you, baby, Im listenin for your scream
Im almost human, Im almost a man
Im almost human, ooh
Im almost human, baby please dont run away
cause wherever you run, Ill be a scream away
Im very hungry and youre what Im thinkin of
Ooh baby, baby, baby, so hungry for your love
Im almost human, oh, almost a man
Im almost human, whoo
Im very hungry and youre what Im thinkin of
Ooh baby, baby, baby, so hungry for your love
Im almost human, Im almost a man
Im almost human, Im almost human
Im almost human, Im almost human
Im almost human, almost, almost, almost a man
Im almost human
Almost, almost, almost, almost, almost, almost human
Im almost human, Im almost human
Im almost human, almost a man
Im almost human, almost, almost, almost
Im almost human

song performed by by Kiss
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To Be The Best You Can Be Ought To Be Good Enough

There is good in most people and some in their ways kind
And amongst the egotistical greatness is a state of mind
And some very famous people towards humility inclined
But a truly perfect human being in the World you will not find
But to live as a good person is the best you can wish to be
Though with that I feel certain many would disagree
Millions daydream of wealth and fame and it would seem to me
That you will not find many people for to embrace poverty
But to be the best you can be ought to be good enough
In a Human World where millions are hungry, poor and homeless and living and sleeping rough
Always be kind to others and help those of help in need
One of the main causes of human poverty has to be human greed
Life is not an Earthly Paradise and many do live it tough
But to be the best you can be ought to be good enough.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Passionate Poverty

To some people poverty makes you repulsive
Because you own no tangible property to share;
Nothing to entertain and feed their compulsive
Profligacy of which you're unaware.

Poverty makes you glitter and truly
Human and affectionate because you value people
For who they are and their true worth, really
And from your heart and soul altruism quintuple.

Poverty peels off humbug and complacency
To expose the deeper layers of personality
Filled with genuine compassion and human decency
And poverty befriends simplicity, humanity and humility.

poem by John Sensele
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I'm trying to be open, but the past keep creeping in

i'm only human,
don't get mad,
i don't feel normal,
but i'm doing the best i can,
what you want is this perfect girl,
i don't think i will ever be her,

i'm a girl who numb her feeling,
just so i won't have to feel the pain,
the problem is not really you,
nor is it me,
i was delt a bad hand,
in this thing we call life,

i want to be what you see in me,
it just hard,
when my feelings over take my mind,
i freeze up,
but it's hiding behind my smile,
i don't let you see,

becuz i'm afraid that if i do,
you won't look at me,
the way you have been,
that look you get in your eyes,
is what makes me want to be a better person,
you see, what i'm too blind to see,

and yet, i'm worried that you might judge,
judge me for a past, i had no control over,
it makes me sick to think,
a grown guy can do that to a child,
turn them into their sex puppet,
it makes me sick just thinking about it,

but in my eyes i'm looking at you,
as if you are my abuser,
you are nothing like him,
and yet i'm so afraid to let you in,
let you get close,
i tell myself things that are not true,

just so i have a way out,
a way out of feeling the thing from the past,
but no matter what,
i'm pulled back into your charm,
who can resist?
i love your personality,

but it's what triggering my past memories,
i feel like i'm not normal,
becuz i'm afraid of anything sexual,
it shouldn't have to be this way,
but sadly it is,
i guess all i can say is,

i'm only human,
i don't always have to be perfect,
i can only be me,
it wasn't my fault,
what happened in my past,
all i can do is move on and learn.

poem by Mona Martinez
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The note of hope is the only note that can help us or save us from falling to the bottom of the heap of evolution, because, largely, about all a human being is, anyway, is just a hoping machine, a working machine, and any song that says, the pleasures I have seen in all of my trouble, are the things I never can get — don't worry — the human race will sing this way as long as there is a human to race. The human race is a pretty old place.

quote by Woody Guthrie
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Sulking Flowers

Comparing the bees to the wandering males of human species,
Disheartening the waiting souls at the threshold of floral genesis,
For the pollen these bees brought unknowingly,
The generous flowers tip the nectar unconditionally.

Bees are the messengers, not the rapists as human,
Bees are the servants, not the incest driven as human,
Bees are the courier carriers, not the molesters as human,
Bees are innocent, not the illusionists scoundrels as human.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Not Only Human

Morning is almost here - let it wait
I just want to lie here awhile, tempting fate
I dont think I could breathe now with you gone
But its not weakness its just something Ive begun
Maybe theres a light thats always on
Maybe were not only human, maybe
Maybe theres a light thats always on
And were not only human
When youre sleeping your ceramic
Youre surrounded by little stars
Every shimmer is a searchlight
Every planet is ours
Change the street change the decade
Still the longings left inside
But why am I too small to carry you?
Why does twilight make me cry?
Maybe theres a light thats always on
Maybe were not only human, maybe
Maybe theres a light thats always on
And were not only human
When all is said and done
When all the weight is gone
When all is said and done
When all the weight is gone
Were not only human
Life is something set to music
I can hear it when Im sad
Theres a chord in every muscle
Every kiss you ever had
Theres a power when youre near me
In our heads or in our bones
I know nothing but Im guessing
When we die were not alone
Maybe theres a light thats always on
Maybe were not only human, maybe
Maybe theres a light thats always on
And were not only human
When all is said and done
When all the weight is gone
When all is said and done
When all the weight is gone
Were not only human
Not only human
Not only human
Not only human
Not only, yeah, human.
No, human, human.
Human.

song performed by by Heather Nova
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Sonnet: Abortion- Murder, most foul in the Womb!

God makes the buds that blossom into flow’rs,
And flow’rs to form the seeds for newer plants;
God gives sun-light and bathes the roots with show’rs,
And nutrition, protecting them from ants!

God makes each species propagate on earth-
A mystery and wonder, all must take;
God takes care of their every want from birth-
Food, water, shelter, freedom from each ache!

God breathed life into clay and called it ‘man’!
And loved him, more than every creature made;
And made from him, his partner called ‘woman’;
His love for man (woman) will never fade!

‘Abortion- murder, most foul, in the womb! ’
Should mothers turn the sacred womb, a tomb?

Lovingly dedicated to all good mothers who
God-willingly serve to maintain the human race.

poem by John Celes
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I Belong To This Group Of Men

i belong to this group of men with eyes
that look like full moons gazing at some stars
not just seeing the glitter but
minding the faults as well of the lights that sometime fail
and then mete the penalties for failing to live up
to the demands of light and orbit
against darkness and the bad things that sometimes
loneliness can inflict upon us

we are human
we believe in rules that we make and we impose the standards
of our actions

i belong to this group of men tasked to measure
the value of each man
his strengths and his weaknesses
the chambers where the rules are laid
the hammers that must be be banged
the souls that must be made to suffer
the segregation of those unfit
from these society of fools

i belong to this group of self-righteous men
for years and years i will be here
not counting the cost of my strangeness
this alienation from day to day
this segregation of me
this falling and falling and falling

far from you i have no feelings anymore
i am all mind

i am broken i am all mind i am looking for the images
of softness
and gentleness and loftiness
i long for the humility of sinfulness

teach me how can i be human again?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Eyes Without A Face

I'm all out of hope. One more bad break could bring a fall.
When I'm far from home don't call me on the phone to tell me you're alone
It's easy to deceive. It's easy to tease. But hard to get release.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.

I spend so much time believing all the lies to keep the dream alive.
Now it makes me sad. It makes me mad at truth for lovin' what was you.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Your eyes without a face.
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.

(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Your eyes without a face.
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
Such a human waste your eyes without a face.
And now it's getting worse. Yeah.

song performed by by Scooter from Encore (Live & Direct)
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You Tell Me Of Your Australian History

You tell me of your Australian history your ancestors were British and Irish pioneers
But your history in this Land is not an old history just two centuries and twenty years
And in time that may seem quite a long span though the combined life spans of three people nothing more
Your ancestors hardly were Aussies they came here from a distant shore.

The first Australians have lived in this Country for longer than most care to know
Their ancestors came here from Asia more than sixty thousand years ago
They are indigenous to this Country all others have links to elsewhere
Yet they still struggle for recognition and that to me seems quite unfair.

Dispossessed by the Northern invaders they never did get back their Land
And that they are now ruled by white people I find that hard to understand
You talk of the history of this Land as if it were only two hundred years old
But then suppose the history of the ancient Dreamtime by white people will never be told.

I was not even born in this Country which makes you more Aussie than I
And though I'm not Nationalistic or Patriotic my heritage I won''t deny
You talk of your pioneering ancestors but why talk of Human history at all
If the history of the first Australians you do not see fit to recall.

You tell me of your pioneering ancestors but one fact you tend to ignore
That they were not born in this Country they came here from a foreign shore
You''d swear by you the Human history of this Land was only two centuries old
But the true history of this great Country by your type will never be told