On Poverty
Poverty savours bitter,
So it is a thing unwished,
Upon whom it invades,
Makes them utterly worthless.
Sheet by sheet taking off,
It exposes inner of man,
Making naked, brings out,
Deformities and spots heinous,
Abhorrent, full of disgust.
Brothers, sisters and relations,
Who once heartening embraced,
Sneer, jeer full of hate,
Pointing out thousand faults,
Break all bonds of propinquity.
The world becomes a cage,
The life hard punishment,
Where a moment stretches,
As long as unending year.
The distasteful victual becomes,
Crispy, delicious and delicate,
Staking the whole entity;
The sufferers sell the characters cheap,
Neither they die nor breathe,
Pant between to compromise,
What is hateful and unjust.
Poverty leads to the path,
Dark, deep, amid the steep
Unending, winding around,
Leading to no destination,
Where blurring winds dust the eyes,
Where thorns forky and sharp,
Prick barefooted travelers.
The coiled mazy route,
Of misery seldom crosses,
The glorious road of riches.
After striking against the rocks,
Vibrating echoes become still,
Feeble cries reach no ears,
Changing bodies into ghosts,
Unabated miseries lure to death.
The fallen dried leaves,
Resist a little but they not,
To the gusts of wind;
They move to this on that end,
With the gushing blows.
The friends fly away,
As the birds do,
When the fair weather changes,
Who stands and who turns the tail,
It testifies faith in friends,
Strengthens fortitude, opens eyes,
Imparts wisdom but too late.
The calamities dark and sable,
Visit by their own accord are trial,
But those brought by fellowmen,
On the other are turmoil,
Outcome of violation,
Of the fair rules of God.
Fate is not blind and unjust,
That brings evils terrible on us,
The rules of God are just and plain,
He who is kind to great and small,
Inflicts not huge disparities,
We the avaricious become a cause,
When many get a little,
And a few devour the whole.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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(Choices Poem) Circumstances Unending
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
To let the one you love go for the better
Or the happiness of poverty in suffering
Like a mother choosing for a child
you must make the decision out of true love.
Forever the greater good.
The eagle looks upon us all with his eyes.
Only if I could see it that way.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
When you do such a thing their is no going back
Chasing after something you threw away.
All in a attempt to be the better man.
The homeless playing a game of kick the can.
Nobody ever wins.
It is to pass time as it will always do.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
Regret and bitter
Feelings that will never sit well with you
Your determined to overcome, and it not be prolonged
She is gone.
Forever a bad choice.
That you wouldn't want to change.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
The portrait of your face betrays the feeling inside.
The things you try to bury and hide.
At one time you were happy.
At one time you smiling and so full of spirit.
But now you fall into a very empty depression.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
No one will come and pick you up.
If you fall it will be you last one.
Like a soldier you still march as if you were still on call.
Duty and service is all you've ever known.
And now a world sits before you.
And still your all alone.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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21st CENTURY (Composed In 1998)
The added wisdom with the scornful use,
Will add more to the human miseries.
A century of conflicts, contending confusions,
Blurring the minds, hearts, and vision,
The Dormant Righteousness will be tormented,
To the utmost extent, the sleeping conscience,
Will awaken to give the Universal Call,
To wash contagious, cancerous effects,
Of faithlessness and too selfishness,
Uniting the indignant broken hearts.
An era of violation and use of force,
When spacey cobras will vomit fire,
Resulting wide disastrous devastation,
Erasing the falsified civilizations,
The Gigantic Guards will receive,
The grievous injuries in both the eyes,
Upon the skull, on hard brainy spots,
Making them blind, desperate mad,
In Panic trouble they will pant,
Ravaging around, with thundering roar.
They will bear upon this fatal fate,
For poking noses in the world everywhere,
It is the time to patch spots worn out,
With the thread of tolerance, and sacrifice.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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If Life In The Human World We Live In
If life in the Human World we live in is in any way fair
None would have to grow poorer for every new millionaire
And none would have to live friendless and homeless and enough food for all to eat
And no such a place known as Poverty Street
In a fair World peace between former enemies would last
And war and it's bad memories a thing of the past
And former terrorists any excuse could not find
To wilfully maim and murder their fellow kind
Without terrorism and war, hunger, homelessness and poverty
What a beautiful World to live in it would be
But due to human greed mistrust exists everywhere
And no such a thing as a fair go for billions in the big World out there
A World free of extreme poverty that leads to crime
But that at least will not be in my lifetime.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Tombstone
The night is dark, the moon is full
Across the blood red plain
Every step and every breath
Brings me nearer home
The spirits watch me on my way
They whisper on the wind
And when the dawn lights up the sky
I'll see my land again
A hot wind blows the scrub and dust
across the barren land
Trees stand bare like skeletons
The mountains all torn down
The water holes are dry as bones
No birds are singing now
And faraway a city stands
Tombstones against the sky
song performed by by Pogues
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Tombestone
The night is dark, the moon is full
Across the blood red plain
Every step and every breath
Brings me nearer home
The spirits watch me on my way
They whisper on the wind
And when the dawn lights up the sky
Ill see my land again
A hot wind blows the scrub and dust
Across the barren land
Trees stand bare like skeletons
The mountains all torn down
The water holes are dry as bones
No birds are singing now
And faraway a city stands
Tombstones against the sky
song performed by by Pogues
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In A Fair World
I cannot empathize with the poor since I'm not in poverty
And I can only imagine how miserable life must be
For those who go to sleep hungry they live with death each day
In a fair World this would not be it would be fair to say.
In a fair World this would not be but all in life's not fair
And thousands are in poverty for every millionaire
In third World Countries every year millions of hunger die
The crops don't grow in rain starved lands, the parched earth far too dry.
In a fair World there would be enough food to go around
And not one hungry person in the whole World to be found
But there is only hunger where poverty reside
And the gap between the haves and have nots has never been so wide.
In a fair World there would not be want and need and very little crime
But the social gap keeps widening despite the march of time
And I who have never lived in the slums or in a third World Land
What it feels like to be really poor could never understand.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A Wind From... Elsewhere
The wind blows here... the wind blows there
The wind seems to blow from... everywhere.
But the wind I love... when it blows... blows fair...
This wind... when it blows... blows from... ELSEWHERE! Can you see its graceful fingers... playing in your hair?
Nay! You cannot see the wind... e'en though you know it's there.
It's flitting... it's flirting... it's prancing everywhere
This wind... when it blows... blows from... ELSEWHERE! It blows unexpectedly... with a gentle breeze... it blows...
The Great Hand of Miracles... brings it... then it goes
To greet the early morning sun... to dance to and fro
From the highest, loftiest mountain heights... to valleys... far below. 'Who is He that sitteth upon the circle of the earth...
Who gathereth the winds in his fists—Who maketh a wind to pass over...
Thou hearest the sound thereof...
But canst not tell whence it cometh... and wither it goeth.' The wind blows here... the wind blows there...
The wind seems to blow... from everywhere.
But the wind I love... when it blows... blows fair—
This wind... when it blows... blows from... ELSEWHERE!
poem by Elga Haymon White
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Poverty the Curse
Poverty
Is an baleful curse.
A more terrible curse than the plaque.
Poverty hits innocent lives.
Tears peoples relationships.
Brings you into a black hole.
Poverty is an elixir of depression.
Brings on fearfulness.
Like a malicious dragon.
Poverty is ones worst adversary.
Hard to prevent and slay.
poem by Vega Destiny Star
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The World
The world is an apt wide moving market,
Around a huge enormous shining globe,
That makes the trade smooth and plain,
Brightens its stalls, shops and taverns,
Casting dark shades on the opposite zones.
Whereas we all men and women,
Are either sellers or customers.
Who often forget the route of return.
In the mazy perplexing streets,
Crowded with men and women of commerce,
Whose rash overhasty movements,
Result in collisions wounding one another,
Bleed, sweat along the busy streets,
The indifferent passers pass by callously,
Jeering at the blood welling out.
All trifles sell on the rates high,
But it is pity how cheap is man’s life,
Character, honour the precious items,
Despite knowing that gold and wealth,
Cannot be taken to the native home,
How bravely we bargain to purchase!
By building, furnishing the mansions high,
We think them to be the real commodities,
The prime objectives we are born for.
But soon it proves a conceit base.
Youth time is the best period of trade,
Then real sunless course certainly begins,
After the lights go out, blinding us all,
Man enters in creeping, goes out riding,
Sleeping, supine upon the shoulders,
With empty hands, close eyes, silent tongue,
Amid the moaning hearts, cascading eyes.
Those who merchandize, gold and riches,
Instead of bargaining the acts of charity,
Repent but too late, they find the alley dark,
Growing more doleful as they advance,
Tormenting fear always increases evermore.
Only the good deeds done to humanity,
Coated with patience, love and faith,
Become the road lights and bronze torches,
Leading to highway mounting to heaven,
The zones of felicity and permanence.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Love Rules
Evry day you pass her in the hall
You just pretend that you dont see her at all
You wanna tell her how much you care
You wanna call her but you just dont dare
Love rules, ooo love rules
Out in the parking lot with all the guys
Dont ever let em see the tears in your eyes
Shes got a date tonight and it aint you
So you go out there and you get one too
Love rules, ooo love rules
Love rules, yeah love rules
You wish you didnt have so much to feel
Its much too scary and its all too real
All your friends are out havin fun
Sometimes you think that youre the only one
That love rules, ooo love rules
While everybodys out makin time
You cant help thinkin youre the last in line
Shes the finest thing youve ever seen
You wrap your arms around her in your dreams
When she smiles it brings you to your knees
You wanna tell her but you always freeze
Shes in the back seat but youre much too shy
Youd give the world to be an older guy
Love rules, ooo love rules
Love rules, yeah love still rules
Love rules, ooo love rules
Love rules, love rules love rules
Love rules
song performed by by Don Henley
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What I Hate
I hate that when I cry my eyes burn so bad
Because they aren’t used to the release
I hate that when my mom talks to me,
She acts as if we are best friends
I hate that my dad blames me for all my moms’ mistakes
I hate how my dad turns my brothers against me
I hate how when I try to help
It’s like fighting with god…
You get no where…
I hate when I want to be angry
It’s not allowed
I hate when I’m hurt I hide it
It’s like I don’t want to be heard
I hate how I feel pain makes me weak
I hate how fear brings me to my knees
I hate how I’ll never be good enough in my own eyes
I hate how I know that I’ve been lied to most of my life
I hate being right when no one believes me…
I might as well be wrong
I hate how I give up when I feel alone
I hate that when I’m tired sleep does me no good
And what I hate most of all …
Is how I never do what I should.
poem by Victoria Martinez
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An Ode To The Detached Leaves
Ah! The blows of autumnal wind,
Cold and callous, have encroached at last,
They have made the leaves their victims.
Look! they fall like drops of rain,
Bearing no strength of their own.
They move with the gushes of wind,
Without their own consent,
They oscillate on the wings of some invisible agents,
Who possess the secret powers,
To dispose what one proposes.
I recall once they were attached hard,
To the branches and boughs of the shadowy trees;
And sap ran into their veins,
As blood runs into the human network;
And they fluttered resisting each coldhearted gust.
They were resolute to go through each ebb and flow,
Establishing firm relations to the nourishing limbs.
And Mother Nature came stealthily to give them wash,
At the moonlit nights with the drops of dew.
While they fluttered, they produced symphony,
Unknown even to the ancient master musicians;
And they whispered in mysterious sounds,
Only understood by the cuckoos or nightingales:
The singers and agents of the feral world.
Now they rustle with each move of the autumnal gusts,
Or crackle under the feet like too crispy dried petals;
And some float on the stagnant water with green surface.
Ah! 21st century is the dawn of autumnal winds,
The blows and fatal gusts have diverted the civilizations,
And they now move on the tracks of conflicts,
Human beings fall like leaves, waft along the blows,
Detaching themselves from the nourishing boughs
And shadowy branches of faith, love and tolerance.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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The Big L.
Shes the top,
Shes got the world on a string.
She makes me boogie,
Makes me do anything yea yea.
Hey now,
Touch the sky,
Youve got a certain kind of look in your eyes.
Well, shes a miracle,
Shes all that I need
Like the water and the air that I breathe yea yea.
Hey now,
Reach the sky,
Theres a certain kind of look in your smile.
And I know what love can do.
Yes I know what hearts can do.
The big love
Is taking the wheel,
The big love
Goes head over heels,
The big lust,
Bring it into the small world,
The bigger, the better.
Big love,
Waiting to catch the big one,
Head over heels,
The big one,
Bring it into the small world.
Im building the big big love,
Im building the big big love.
Its kinda strange,
A bit mysterious,
I gotta take it oh so so serious.
Hey now,
Touch the sky,
Youve got a certain kind of look in your eyes.
It used to be so hard,
So lonely at night,
Well, shes my baby and Im feeling alright.
Hey now,
Move the sky,
Theres a certain kind of look in that smile.
When Im making love with her.
When Im making love to her yea.
It has to be a big thing.
Its bringing me to my knees.
Has to be a big thing, big thing,
Ya know what Im saying...
song performed by by Roxette
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Fly On A Windshield
The sky is overcast and as rael looks back a dark cloud is descending like a balloon into times square. it rests on the ground and shapes itself into a hard edged flat surface, which solidifies
Xtends itself all the way east and west along 47th street and reaching up to the dark sky. as the wall takes up its tension it becomes a screen showing what had existed in three dimensions, on t
Her side just a moment before. the image flickers and then cracks like painted clay and the wall silently moves forward, absorbing everything in its path. the unsuspecting new yorkers are appare
Blind to what is going on.
Theres something solid forming in the air,
And the wall of death is lowered in times square.
No-one seems to care,
They carry on as if nothing was there.
Rael starts to run away towards columbus circle. each time he dares to take a look, the wall has moved another block. at the moment when he thinks hes maintaining his distance from the wall, th
D blows hard and cold slowing down his speed. the wind increases, dries the wet street and picks up the dust off the surface, throwing it into raels face. more and more dirt is blown up and it
S to settle on raels skin and clothes, making a solid layered coat that brings him gradually to a terrified stillness. a sitting duck.
The wind is blowing harder now,
Blowing dust into my eyes.
The dust settles on my skin,
Making a crust I cannot move in
And Im hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway.
song performed by by Genesis
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When You Came Nearer
When you came nearer some birds flew up
while the sun glittered on you dark hair
and at that moment I did not say a word
while small devils danced in your eyes
and the whole world around us was vague
while something deep was hidden in your dark eyes
and your presence brought great joy to me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Train Journey
Glassed with cold sleep and dazzled by the moon,
out of the confused hammering dark of the train
I looked and saw under the moon's cold sheet
your delicate dry breasts, country that built my heart;
and the small trees on their uncoloured slope
like poetry moved, articulate and sharp
and purposeful under the great dry flight of air,
under the crosswise currents of wind and star.
Clench down your strength, box-tree and ironbark.
Break with your violent root the virgin rock.
Draw from the flying dark its breath of dew
till the unliving come to life in you.
Be over the blind rock a skin of sense,
under the barren height a slender dance...
I woke and saw the dark small trees that burn
suddenly into flowers more lovely that the white moon.
poem by Judith Wright
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Come On!
we live in an angry world...
victimized by indifference,
by greed, by intolerance...
we have lost direction.
and we are to blame.
we can go to the moon,
build great buildings, cross oceans,
talk to people around the world via the web...
yet we cannot stop hunger,
cannot eradicate poverty,
cannot provide shelter and medical care
to the masses...
come on!
we are led by insensitive wealthy people,
who sell our souls and bodies
for nickels and dimes...
who send us to fight their unjust wars,
who divide us by prejudice and religion.
and we let them!
we devour the dreams of our children,
for a moment of instant gratification.
we cast our elderly aside,
and prescribe pills for every occasion...
we speak passionately of god,
but dont even know ourselves.
we trade sensuality for cheap sex,
and fill our prisons with the hopeless.
are we then sheep?
or just cowards?
come on!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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You'll be safe, just trust me
Somebody once told me
Life is just full of troubles
We have to go through
But I want to turn back
And the end of the road
Would always be a secret
Dense fog
Hard rain
Black clouds
Dark night
The shiny sun is forgotten
The daylight is miles away
When we can see our destination,
We can turn back
We can go ahead
I know that the fog will disappear soon
And the hard rain will be finished if we hope that the rainbow will come
Those black clouds will be white again if we don’t lose our erasers
We can make it to the end of the road safely through the dark night,
If we don’t forget the lighted candle in our hearts
Never let the hopeless wind opens the door of your heart
It blows the candle
And then
There will be gloom forevermore
The candle will break through the gloom
Your destination is not far away
Just keep going on
And the candle
Remember that
Let is always shine in your heart
poem by Reihaneh Jalalian
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Poverty In The 21st Century
It’s the 21st century
The media displays it day and night,
Poverty.
Poverty across the globe lies
Poverty cries out from the belly of little boys
Little girls, parents too
Desperately searching for food,
Shelter, clothing, for love,
Companion, for attention
Those with plenty, refuse
To amend, a world haunted by
Poverty.
Is poverty affecting the rich?
Are their poverty the same
As the poor in financial constrains?
For they, too, poverty of love
I see poverty in the learned
I see poverty in those whose
Selfish acts are destroying society.
I see poverty in all level of humanity
The world is still an imperfect place
Yet life is still beautiful, the wind
Blows, we see it not, give thanks
For what you possess, now go,
Help if you can along the way,
Help to eradicate poverty
In your surrounding, widen
Your boundary across your
Country, to nations of the world.
Help to fight poverty, now!
poem by Winston Harding
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Umbilical
Chiming bells, uproaring thunder-like voices, merry making, upon the promulgation of a child
Cries emanates, just as the umbilical cord becomes set for cut
The daunts & wearies of the child opens in sheer despairity
Seeming 'a punishment' at birth
Oops! Just flustery scenes advertently nothing can be done
An anti-thesis like an armoury clad then render at the time due making the sky deeply frightened but yet not taken aback
An enticement, never can it be ignored, not even on the 'kerstmis' in a year of plenty
Umbilical cord it hovers, armistic it acts as the child gasp for breath
A separation & passage which broils unto humanity, the adventures ahead and the apportioned destinies.
But knowingly, even after the darkest of unending nights, lies a certainty of a brighter sky amid unwavering faith & unabated hopes tomorrow
#Certainly umbilical
poem by Prince Kenny Osei
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