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Abandoned Are The Stars

that search the brims of light
abandoned fallen from the heart
abandoned swallowed by night

and so rich so rich is the pain
built deep within their beauty spot
they hope to twinkle again and again
their thought I learnt when myself I forgot

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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My Lost Star

Twinkle Twinkle the star I see,
In the night staring at me,

Twinkle Twinkle the star was you,
holding my hand all along through,

Twinkle Twinkle the star was bright,
enlightening my dreams with its light,

Twinkle Twinkle the star loved me,
like a father to a baby.

Twinkle Twinkle the star was deep,
carrying my pain to gift me sleep.

But oneday the star had to cry,
as if it was wishing me goodbye.

Twinkle Twinkle the star I lost,
In the sky which I loved the most.

poem by Krishnendu Gupta
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He Is Abandoned By The World

HE IS ABANDONED BY THE WORLD

He is abandoned by the world
Faces in the street pass by without speaking to him
The trees and the sky do not nod hello
He is cold and the wind does not care for him.

He is abandoned by the world
And all he has done
And all he has made
Mean nothing.

He is abandoned by the world.
And so he knows:

Every human being
who lives on this earth
will die
and not come back again.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Questionable Star

Twinkle, twinkle little star
Do you wonder where you are
So far away is your shining light
Not seen during the day but so bright at night

Twinkle, twinkle little star
A wonder and amusement for us everyday
A beam of hope to the God that we pray

Twinkle, twinkle little star
Do you have love where you are
Is your love so intense and bright
As your everlasting light

Twinkle, twinkle little star
I think you’re beautiful where you are
A symbol of life and what might be
I love to feel you cosmic energy

poem by Richard Noggin
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What I Hope

I hope you're happy
I hope you're proud
I hope you know how I felt
When you said 'Three's a crowd'

I don't hope you suffer
I don't hope you die
But I hope you know it's your fault
I can no longer fly

I hope you can feel
I hope you can see
I hope you get abandoned
Like you did to me

I hope you know you succeeded
I hope you know you won
I hope you know you broke me
I still can't see the sun

I will leave it at that
Even though there is more
Like all the pain
I have yet to thank you for

poem by Megan Reily
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We always pray

In critical days we always pray
Come together and search for the way
Think of an ordinary man very poor
When time nears to be pushed at the door

Hunger makes you sense the value
How a person can understand and review?
Search for inner instinct and respect others
How then it brings the ideas to come closer?

Love the way as we are all destined
Situation may alter as never imagined
In pain and distress we gather the strength
Think of lines which has same wave length

We feel the pulse and cry along
Render the help if something went wrong
Devastation and damage bring tears in eyes
We never go into question and ask any why

This is beauty of human being
Poor and rich rush to bring
All possible help to reach at the end
To avoid the curse, take vows to change the trend

Nature is kind so we have learnt
Houses to be built but not to be burnt
Bread to be provided and not snatched
Run to the rescue and not merely watched

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Are you rich?

Because parents are rich
I am not rich.
Because brothers or sisters
Or in-laws are rich,
Because own children are rich
I am no richer.
Unless I myself am rich
I cannot be rich.
Too late to understand
And hence poor I went.
Agartala

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Friend

My friend when I think of you,
I think of what we've been through.
All the times we argue and fight,
I know deep inside it isn't right.
I then feel bad and a lot of pain,
It feels like I've fallen from the sky like rain.
I love you dear friend with all my heart,
But now that you're gone I've fallen apart.
I'm getting better as the days go by,
I wish sometimes this was all a big lie.
I pray to you every night,
It's like you're my fire, a burning light.
My dear friend, I miss you a lot,
I still wonder why you were put in that spot.
I know you're in a place much better than here,
Watching and helping me with all of my fear.
Our friendship my dear friend,
We will have to the end.
Friends til the end is what we will be,
Someday we'll be together,
Together you and me.

poem by Tiana Webb
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Soiled Dove

Silent beauty,
cast into darkness,
bitter sweet silence,
pitched upon the beauties back,
blue eyes turn to black,
the soiled dove emerges,
cry for her,
she will never be the same,
broken,
fallen,
uncompromising,
sob for her,
for she cannot,
her pain made to raindrops,
falling upon her back,
abandoned sun weep for her,
you will never see her again,
forsaken,
used,
unable to resist the snake,
remarkable ignorance,
fallen before original sin,
tattered little soiled dove,
CRY FOR HER.

poem by Jason Karlan
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Who Is Rich?

I strive to be rich,
to travel on the roads,
of the capital cities,
in Sedan or limousine.

I work hard to be rich,
to find a lot in Beverly hills,
to buy an aircraft and
a hover to fly and float.

I work day and half night,
to be rich to others sight,
to smoke a cigar of an inch,
and a few girls to pinch.

scanty girls of Los vegas,
dress up, for a living,
trendy sad faced Indians,
walk alone for a living.

I want to be rich,
traveling as a rat,
through the holes of,
capital cities.

She wants to be rich,
He wants to be rich and
we want to be rich, but
people call us rich.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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King's Song

Written by - Jim Croce
He struggled so hard to be king
Working night and day
Dreaming of only one thing
Never a holiday
Somewhere along the way
He forgot she was only a girl
Now his kingdom has fallen
And it's really quite a tragic tale
Cause he built a castle to harbor his queen
But the queen claimed he built her a jail
He struggled so hard to be king
He wanted everything
He built her a house by the sea
Just to keep her in
Somewhere along the way
He forgot she needed a friend
Now his kingdom has fallen
And it's really quite a tragic tale
Cause he built a castle to harbor his queen
And the queen claimed he built her a jail
It happened so quickly before he could know
She was gone, far gone
Far from the castle, the diamonds and things
She had worn to the ball
There was a note that she carefully wrote
Signed it best wishes to all
Oh you struggled so hard to be king
Working night and day
Dreaming of only one thing, never a holiday
Somewhere along the way
You forgot that I needed a man
When they found him they took him back where he belonged
And his family and friends saw him annually
And they say it's a shame what's become of the king

song performed by by Jim Croce
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Hopes And Fears

Scars not seen but they are there none the less
The scars are on my heart
The questions in my mind
I wonder if he knows how bad he hurt me
I wonder if he even cares
I wonder if these girls are his
I wonder if they will ever forgive me
I'm so young and my baby girls will grow up in a time of war
I wonder if they will start another draft if this goes on much longer
I'm not a fighter
I don’t want to have to fight in a war that isn’t mine
I don’t want to die in a war of politics
I don’t want have to choose between my girls and my country
My girls win every time
I don’t want to have to flee my country and never be able to come back
I don’t want to use my girls as an excuse as why I don’t have any money
I don’t want to be on welfare
I don’t want to have to be dependent on a man
I don’t want to have to depend on any one but myself
I don’t want this life
I never have
I wonder if I was destined from the start to lead this life of heartache
I don’t want my girls to have a life like I did
But they are already on that road
I have deprived them of a father by not waiting
By not protecting myself
I have started to lead them on a broken road of pain and heartache
I never wanted that for my kids
I have no one but myself to blame
I get that part by now
I wonder if this is all a punishment from god
I wonder if god even cares
I wonder if god abandoned me
It sure feels that way
I hope my babies don't feel the pain that I do
I hope I never have to leave them and deprive them of myself
Their mother
I hope they never feel abandoned like I do
I hope they will never feel unwanted
I hope they don’t turn out like me
I hope their lives aren't filled with chaos
Swirling whirling skies of disappointment regret and pain
I hope they never lose their rosy view of the world
I hope they don’t have to grow up too fast
I hope they have strength courage and determination
I hope they never back down
I hope they stand up for what they believe in
I hope they can make their lives better than I've made mine

Copyright © Johanna M Stone 2011

poem by Cassie Damon
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Hopes And Fears

Scars not seen but they are there none the less
The scars are on my heart
The questions in my mind
I wonder if he knows how bad he hurt me
I wonder if he even cares
I wonder if these girls are his
I wonder if they will ever forgive me
I'm so young and my baby girls will grow up in a time of war
I wonder if they will start another draft if this goes on much longer
I'm not a fighter
I don't want to have to fight in a war that isn't mine
I don't want to die in a war of politics
I don't want have to choose between my girls and my country
My girls win every time
I don't want to have to flee my country and never be able to come back
I don't want to use my girls as an excuse as why I don't have any money
I don't want to be on welfare
I don't want to have to be dependent on a man
I don't want to have to depend on any one but myself
I don't want this life
I never have
I wonder if I was destined from the start to lead this life of heartache
I don't want my girls to have a life like I did
But they are already on that road
I have deprived them of a father by not waiting
By not protecting myself
I have started to lead them on a broken road of pain and heartache
I never wanted that for my kids
I have no one but myself to blame
I get that part by now
I wonder if this is all a punishment from god
I wonder if god even cares
I wonder if god abandoned me
It sure feels that way
I hope my babies don't feel the pain that I do
I hope I never have to leave them and deprive them of myself
Their mother
I hope they never feel abandoned like I do
I hope they will never feel unwanted
I hope they don't turn out like me
I hope their lives aren't filled with chaos
Swirling whirling skies of disappointment regret and pain
I hope they never lose their rosy view of the world
I hope they don't have to grow up too fast
I hope they have strength courage and determination
I hope they never back down
I hope they stand up for what they believe in
I hope they can make their lives better than I've made mine

Copyright © Johanna M Stone 2011

poem by Johanna Damon
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Make Me Rich

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'Horns and tambourines'

Make me rich
(Purchase purchase buy buy)
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'Congas'

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' And to the bridge'

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'Lead/background singers and violins,
With bass! And give it...'

Make me rich
(Purchase purchase buy buy)
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'YES...'

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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School Of Childrens Hopes

They were brought from all over the country
To a place known as “ the school of children’s hopes”
They were brought when they were abandoned
By their families, and with them they could not cope.

Children of all races and creeds, many born with deformities.
She was known as SISTER ANN
She had fought for this abandoned land.
The government said that she could have it
If she could pay the taxes on it.

So with this hope so strong in her heart
She asked all her neighbors to help her to start.
People started hearing of her plight
They all started sending money, to make things right.

People from all walks of life came to give a helping hand
Strengthening the foundation and plowing the land.
Electricians, carpenters, plumbers too
They all came because they had a job to do.

She paid off the taxes right away, and as a religious entity
Taxes she would no longer have to pay.
Within a year all had been done
She finally saw light, and the setting sun.
Children now had a place to go and live a normal life
No more abuse, no more strife, no more hunger
No more pain, SISTER ANN took away their shame.

Now all you see are children with smiles on their faces
And faith in their hearts, for now they have something
With which to start.
She instilled in them something they never had before
“ HOPE” which will be in their hearts forever more.

HOPE IS THE KEY TO SET YOURSELF FREE

poem by Louis Rams
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Labyrinth

the uneven rhythm of silence
as night pulls the living into
its patchy blanket falls heavy
on the heart’s ears…

the sound of sound sleep
breathes heavier on the
jagged walls of the night
echoing on the abandoned skin

the abandoned echo fills
the precincts of the streets
the irregular rhythm throngs
the foot-paths of the night

once in a way a baton
proves its power
once in a way
blazing lights stop by…

in the dark silence
do they seek a brief respite
and shake off night’s embrace
to begin yet another day…

17mar2010
14.14hrs

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Children Of The Street

Children of the streets

If I could put into words what I think and feel
It would be a never ending story, and I would not heal.
So I will write just what’s on my mind today.
For that won’t take too much away.

I’m thinking of all the children of the world
Who don’t have a roof above their head
Not even a soft tender bed.

Their beds are just papers thrown on the ground
They cry to themselves without making a sound.
The pain in their hearts no one can feel
They survive in the streets and learn how to steal.

Abandoned by the ones who brought them into this world
Is this the life for any boy or girl.
No food for them to eat, a candy bar is a treat.
No clean water for which to bathe
Now that is a crying shame.

These abandoned children, create abandoned children
for they know no other way.
And for their safety to the LORD I do pray

poem by Louis Rams
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Abandoned Nest

abandoned nest
on a wire
autumn wind

abandoned nest
on a wire
this loneliness in me

applying lipstick
she discovers the cracked voice
of teenage son

summer breeze
leaves dance
with light

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Who wants it at this stage?

The sinking ships are abandoned;
The ailing old are abandoned.
Their services are forgotten.
We ignore it till we become that.
19.09.2012

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sandman

Aint it foggy outside
All the planes have been grounded
Aint the fire inside?
Lets all go stand around it
Funny, Ive been there
And youve been here
And we aint had no time to drink that beer
cause I understand youve been running from the man
That goes by the name of the sandman
He flies the sky like an eagle in the eye
Of a hurricane thats abandoned
Aint the years gone by fast
I suppose you have missed them
Oh, I almost forgot to ask
Did you hear of my enlistment?
Funny, Ive been there
And youve been here
And we aint had no time to drink that beer
cause I understand youve been running from the man
That goes by the name of the sandman
He flies the sky like an eagle in the eye
Of a hurricane thats abandoned
I understand youve been running from the man
That goes by the name of the sandman
He flies the sky like an eagle in the eye
Of a hurricane thats abandoned
I understand youve been running from the man
That goes by the name of the sandman
He flies the sky like an eagle in the eye
Of a hurricane thats abandoned
I understand youve been running from the man
That goes by the name of the sandman
He flies the sky like an eagle in the eye
Of a hurricane thats abandoned

song performed by by America
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The Sadness Of Holy Saturday

Through the moonless night
clouds choke receding light

and the world descends
into darkness.

Where are you
as winter's chill pierces my hands?

Oh, where have you gone?

Do you not care that I decay
without your gentle breath,
that without your light
I wane like the failing sun?

Why have you abandoned me?

Through my tears I see
two millenia of agony,
the six million slain,
all the fallen generations
newly free, heavy nails
at last released.

poem by Steven Federle
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