Advice For The Soul
Abiding advice rested on my soul,
This afternoon there was an advert
For the future of my eerie existence,
One that was an airport of alarm.
This cobwebbed life had connections,
To the tasted restaurants and bars
Achievable in life, for there was not
A wreck in sight, no wobbling on the path.
I weep and wrestle and wish for the opposite
To occur, in trances my experience begins;
Wet pools stare at my stored eyes, these jewels
That steer and start like the steps of diamonds.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Carry on, carry on, though your burdens you still bear.
When you can sleep and not feel rested,
when your eyes are enough to haunt the dead.
When your memories of mind, heart, soul and flesh can ache,
and when the sounds of the living are beyond what you can take.
Take not your own life into your hands,
for failure will wreck thy heart in two.
Heaven and Hell can each wrestle for a piece,
and it will not have been worth what you could do.
Lift up your tired and weary hands,
and place them on the plane of your soul.
Make this a life worth living one more time,
make this whispered future more than just a goal.
The Opposite Begins
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
People known to create conflict,
Seek an attention they don't get...
Until,
The opposite begins.
Opposition steps in.
They pretend a trust to believe,
To have others perceive but...
The opposite begins,
For them.
Wake up and take notice,
That the opposite begins for them.
Those who charade innocence.
The opposite begins for them.
Those masking evil intent.
The opposite begins for them.
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
But then,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.
They want it quick.
And...
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
To then see someone who genuinely fits,
Well...
The opposite begins pursued.
Oh yes it does.
An opposite begins pursued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Two Steps
Two steps together
Our Myths says
Brings two souls together
Two steps together
Is the surround of
One’s life to another
Two steps together
Can bring the long path
Seeming so far away
To so close that
One can feel the step’s beat
In his own heart.
Two steps together
But,
Will life be just the path of two steps only?
Anyhow, any steps walking is incomplete
If it is not done in two steps
All begins by just two steps together….
poem by Kriti Krits
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Sea Of Faith
Say sayonara darling
this time goodbye
No bon voyage,
it's time to fly
I can see the breakdown coming
Like a twisted wreck
Let's save ourselves the sorrow
Before we hit the deck
From the high plains
to the border
All across the land
From the flying of the flag
To lovers kissing hands
You can cover me in roses
put nickles on my eyes
There be no tomorrows,
no more goodbyes
Sea of faith
where did she go
Little diamonds
how you shine and glow
Looking at the future I don't know
I am just here to watch the river flow
A street full of whispers,
rings like a chinese gong
A room full of would be's
whose lives have gone wrong
The blues don't exist now
just to cleanse your soul
They were made to wake you up
Not to dig a hole
You can cover me in roses,
put nickles on my eyes
There be no tomorrows,
no more goodbyes
Sea of faith
where did she go
Little diamonds
how you shine and glow
Looking at the future I don't know
I am just here to watch the river flow
Solo
Say sayonara darling
this time goodbye
No bon voyage,
it's time to fly
I can see the breakdown coming
Like a twisted wreck
Let's save ourselves the sorrow
Before we hit the deck
It's something of a tragedy
It would make you weep
When you kiss your love goodnight
Now I see why lovers leap
You can cover me in roses,
put nickles on my eyes
There be no tomorrows,
no more goodbyes
Sea of faith
where did she go
Little diamonds
how you shine and glow
Looking at the future
I don't know
I am just here to watch
the river flow
Little diamonds
how you shine and glow
Looking at the future
I don't know
I am just here to watch
the river flow
Little diamonds
how you shine and glow
song performed by by Ufo
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The Wanting Begins
Without you at my side
and all alone at night,
dreams of you invade
and the wanting begins.
Loneliness of trepidation
invades my soul
and I am lost in a kingdom
made out of my nightmares.
The wanting begins
whenever you are not here
to steer me on the path
that my life must lead.
23 March 2011
poem by David Harris
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The Future Is Here
The Future is here
A lifeless object,
Tossed here and there,
To and fro, up and down,
By the waves of the ocean
A sojourner without a destination,
A life without a body,
Vanished ideas, hope dashed
Motivation irrevocably evaporated
Blurred visions, intense agony
An abject weakling, a caricature of its old self,
A nempty carrier of potential is what is left
The leaders of tomorrow
This is…
The future is here…
“We are the leaders of tomorrow”… says one with the head bowed
“Shall we continue like this? ”…shouted another angrily
“We have been sold out”…declared another pathetically
The tomorrow we and envisioned yesterday,
Here is…
Awake o! Ignorant Fools..For indeed you have been sold out
Continuity on the slippery sinking path
Never an option…
Reliance on the gluttons for providence
Absolutely Unacceptable…
Taking the bull by the horn,
Become the man at the helms of your won affair,
Aye! Aye! ! ! Captain…steer the boat of your life
For a man who has never learnt to steer the boat of his own life
well cannot so do for others…
the future is here
Oh! Foolish mortals…
Thy future begins when you say it does…
Thy future begins when thy boat leaves the shore of fear and doubt
And into the ocean it’s cast…
Woe betides thee….
When on these gormandizer thy trust and hope leans
Let him that has eras hear and be wise…
The future has begun…
The future is here…
The gormandizers will never change
They only replace themselves,
They come in various sizes and shape
Aims and objectives remain the same…
Awake! ! ! Oh! Thou staggering giants…
The future is here…
poem by Ibrahim Enitan Eniola Olubiyi
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A genuine Heart enkindle a sacred tears
our eyes, value the essence of forgiveness, the glittering
tears flown like crystal jade lives in our hearts, is a birth
mark of the soul
leave not my heart where my soul begins the journey that
brings my spirit to a wonderful day of my life
a forgiveness shared with the sacredness of my tears comes
from the inner chamber of my heart, will always be in your
soul, that mold you to understand, the meaning of passion
though everything is changing to believe, but a reason to
accept that something is of everything to know that, all is just
a learning process, that every one has to experience this
painful episode
a miles away to reach my destination, but a steps to reach your
heart, the value of tears in my heart, live to begin the worth of
your life in my blameless soul, please take it for its only one,
only for you
my heart has made, the rainbow to remember, the rain that
flows in the turmoil of river, stream out to the ocean of mercy,
you have been there knowing my path to reach my ideal of
what is meant to live with you
what matter most is the tears that i offer, letting you to feel, that
every drops of sacred tears in my heart is a stairway to achieve
my forgiveness and the steps, i make is only.....only for..... you,
my darling
poem by Antonio Liao
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Theatre
To keep a man alive in the theatre,
You need those who laugh to laugh,
You must be a play, and an acting
That lives with the very life you create.
Once the act begins you must perform
And out-endure the others, or die.
Will you answer the questions of the playwright?
His mysteries are unsolved by you.
To keep a man and show him the role,
His eyes light up and give you a secret look -
A sight of wonder, a real funny sight.
What is the choice of the director really like?
He, the director of worth, is selling you a secret:
Really you're good, you're real good.
What is the point of sentences that do not show the action?
Dialogue can occur and selling tickets begins.
You have money, now, and a reputation
For the very finest roles and occasions.
Dialogue can occur, and more auditions.
Your life is again the same as childhood.
Adults do not confer such as this,
As many more shall sit at home and watch,
Or shall they skip television, the good old box,
And see the stageplay, on a platform in a theatre.
True plays are sensed by Some
Not many.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Blazer of Blades
accept all the pain, ready to surf the horizon of infinity
of life, always on the go, forward of what will be the best
to come, just be strong of whom you believe, who you are
is all in you in the aspect of life
it’s the steps that you walk will brings your limit, its your
stamina that tells you what to do, be wise and mighty for
each day is the arena of reality, for in every move is a
judgments to see
as we go we fall as you fall we grow, that’s what we
created for, the life you always live is the life we always
give it is, in exploring within us that you learn the
pathways to what you will become to be, life has no
blueprint, we are almost at the end, where another
beginning is to start
always looks the past for in every memory it takes is
a step that guides you to reach the future, it is not the
steps that matter in your way it’s the will to do, whether
you have fall down many times or you achieved your goal
the best of yours of doing is the best you can offered to
God who lifted you high, it is here that knowing the
meaning of what is life everlasting is then the true essence
of your existence
poem by Antonio Liao
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Steps
My life was changed when you arrived,
I moved from Rock to lullaby.
I watched you as you grew and thrived
Just Daddy and his little guy.
When first you learned to ride your bike
and, wobbling, you sped away
I had a weird sensation that
I had just grown a touch more grey.
through every step of life with you
from nursery school through your degree
I paid the bills, I gave the rides
Life's afternoon you walked with me.
Afterwards, out with your friends
some beauties' eyes attracted you.
You stayed out late with your dates.
and I could not wait up for you.
Still later when you moved away,
and had a family of your own.
I didn't get to see you much,
we kept in touch mostly by phone.
Life is a journey, not a state
We knew this day would come for me
When I must go embrace my fate
and you must bide your destiny.
Our paths diverge, just yours goes on.
but do not stop to grieve for me.
I always knew this day would come
That I'd become a memory.
For so it was, and will always be
We parents bring life to this world
We start out as your guide and friend
never to see the journey end.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Hope For Now And Beyond
The hope we have for when we die, is the hope given to you and I,
To live each day upon this earth, as we experience a Second Birth,
When in Jesus Christ, we die to sin, to live this life all through Him,
As The Lord helps us live each day, while on this life’s Narrow Way.
This is a Hope beyond this place, on a path that’s paved by Grace,
While the path leads us to Heaven, avoiding all the religious leaven;
This Hope is available to all men, when in Christ, they’re Born Again,
Along with the Holy Spirit’s Power, as our guide every day and hour.
Within our heart, He gives us hope, and helps us in this life to cope,
While each day we live down here, we know that God is always near;
Longing for Heaven as we roam, for Heaven, not earth, is our Home,
This is the Hope, in each of us, as we come to God, in Christ Jesus.
Our hope in God, is eternal friend, with a beginning, but with no end,
As our hope begins down here, God begins relieving worry and fear,
As we fix our eyes upon The Lord, our needs, by God aren’t ignored,
While all our needs God shall fulfill, as He works out His Perfect Will.
This Hope, begins with Jesus Christ, Who, holds together, all our life,
A life that goes beyond this world, to a higher realm, not yet unfurled,
As our hope translates into Eternity, to a place no one has yet to see,
And once we’re on that Eternal shore, we’ll be with Christ forevermore.
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The color of the dream
dreams are made of color, according to one own perception
and experience, neither each dream are just a simple one,
nay, it is only a fruit of illusion or a product of hallucination,
but the fact remain, that it is always a part our life
in dream, our imagination creates, the things that we want too,
the impossible becomes a reality to grasp, the satisfaction, that
brings and leads us to achieve the things we dream off, it is
the end where our commitment begins
so real, that each parts of the body move, to concretize, what we
aim for in life, it might be impossible but the minds that initiate,
has made everything making the best of it, possible to exist,
a fulfillment that the body, the soul has come to join in force, to
satisfy the illusion of the mind
in our life, all are just started in dream, the future of our existence,
are pattern in this kind of imagination, a concept, a notion that
comes to being, a creation of God, that until today the fulfillment
has yet to come, when everything will be done in his own purpose
and destiny
we will never be perfected our dream until we give meaning of
what we share, we lend, we take, and live, each of us has to
make our dream, according to what is pleasing in our sight, it
is a call to paint our work for this end product of beauty will brings
us to the creation of the one who give and thought our eyes to
create our own dream ,
our being, is the most perfect ingredients in the color of our dream
for in every drops of stroke of brush, the elements of harmony,
create, the beauty of our existence in this wonderful universe, making
the creation prefect, a fulfillment of the promise of God
dream as you wish, live as you create, paint it with different color,
for only in painting your life will shined, and emulate other to light
the true meaning of the wonder of creation of life
' be an ingredients of color for others to dream '
poem by Antonio Liao
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Eerie Display
Creeping out
They fly away
flying now, because now is the day
the day of which, the next they'll not see
The life of which, theirs will not be
Their shadows i see, flowing out
In eerie tendrils, thick and slow
it takes a while, for them to go
I know when they've left, for their eyes can tell all
They start to fade, all dull and gray
I fear I fear, for that time every day
I fear i fear, for that eerie display...
poem by Michael Carlson
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Your heart must be broken for the 'one' to put it back together
Let not one's conniving thoughts,
and wondering eyes steer oneself wrong.
Let not the words of others cause your sorrow,
and eternal loneliness.
Believe in only your heart and soul,
follow them like the North Star,
and listen closely to what they have to say,
they shall never steer you on a lonely path.
One may believe they have been guided wrong,
but their heart is only guiding them on the path set forth before their life,
these misrepresentations of love,
are there as blockades on the road to finding one's true love.
Without these blockades,
one would not learn how to overcome hardships,
and endure through the fights,
forgetting the harsh parapraxis words,
and eventually becoming a lover of intense passion and intimacy.
poem by Jacob Gifford
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My Childhood's Home
I HAVE tasted each varied pleasure,
And drunk of the cup of delight;
I have danced to the gayest measure
In the halls of dazzling light.
I have dwelt in a blaze of splendour,
And stood in the courts of kings;
I have snatched at each toy that could render
More rapid the flight of Time's wings.
But vainly I've sought for joy or peace,
In that life of light and shade;
And I turn with a sigh to my own dear home-
The home where my childhood played!
When jewels are sparkling round me,
And dazzling with their rays,
I weep for the ties that bound me
In life's first early days.
I sigh for one of the sunny hours
Ere day was turned to-night;
For one of my nosegays of fresh wild flowers,
Instead of those jewels bright.
I weep when I gaze on the scentless buds
Which never can bloom or fade;
And I turn with a sigh to those gay green fields-
The home where my childhood played.
poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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The Gift of Rain
The rain is a gift of jewellery as a special gift,
One might be strong in diamonds,
One may strike the eyes of jewels that are too rich,
But one may never call the rain too precious
For the strength of the torrents are harder than diamonds
To feed the little men and women with jewels.
The wind is arousing the rain, negating the pain
Of a blessed year, feeling like living with us.
The rain has so much cleverness that it is believing in anything
Finding any crevice of faith, as one would his own bible.
The rain is a gift I seek, for the furthering of my very soul,
For the upliftment of the strong heart that is within me.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Bereaved One
She sleeps—and I see through a shadowy haze,
Where the hopes of the past and the dreams that I cherished
In the sunlight of brighter and happier days,
As the mists of the morning, have faded and perished.
She sleeps—and will waken to bless me no more;
Her life has died out like the gleam on the river,
And the bliss that illumined my bosom of yore
Has fled from its dwelling for ever and ever.
I had thought in this life not to travel alone,
I had hoped for a mate in my joys and my sorrow—
But the face of my idol is colder than stone,
And my path will be lonely without her to-morrow.
I was hoping to bask in the light of her smile
When Fortune and Fame with their laurels had crown’d me—
But the fire in her eyes has been dying the while,
And the thorns of affliction are planted around me.
There are those that may vent all their grief in their tears
And weep till the past is away in the distance;
But this wreck of the dream of my sunshiny years
Will hang like a cloud o’er the rest of existence.
In the depth of my soul she shall ever remain;
My thoughts, like the angels, shall hover about her;
For our hearts have been reft and divided in pain
And what is this world to be left in without her?
poem by Henry Kendall
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Multiply your Sight
steer up your wheel, the direction
drive to where you might know not the
way, the road shows the dirty tricks and
the slippery path caught dirt’s, save the
spare tire
spike the road with mindset and guide the
eyes the brightness of your head light, for
the journey, could be the last trips you’ll
take, on the boundary of what you want
the last line pushes and carries the bright
light, within the dimension of the hope, the
honor of which each beginning of what the
heart treasure the grit of prayer lauded the
lasting essence of life
always be the opener of change, for the
eyesight may get mistake and vision of truth
lighten beyond the its delightful degree of the
rocky road you always go, neither offer as
you receive, nor let the child like you learn to
surrender of what is not given
pray and lend on the sight that begins to see
the righteous path…..
poem by Antonio Liao
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An Alarm
Life is like the burial of a donkey and,
The dead make us weep all day;
Life is like a fire in the forest and,
The dead make us weep all day;
Life is like the price of war!
And the dead make us weep all day;
Of an alarm at noon when,
You have the weapons of war around you.
Today a male child is born but,
Tomorrow comes the war!
Today a female child is born but,
Tomorrow comes the war!
Life is like that at times;
Of the terror on everyside of the globe! !
Life is like a spacious house with large chambers,
Life is like an old man with a sickle,
Life is like the valley of Ben Hinnom,
Life is like an old women looking for her missing child,
Life is like the cry of war!
But may the sun always shine on you who have hope.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Jewels (Love Poem)
Your eyes are like a window to a cave
Containing all the precious jewels in the world
The jewels are the reflection of our life together
Diamonds sparkle in bright light of an ice-cold day
Topazes glow with honeycomb fire in the evening
Rubies lust for love in a dark hour before dawn
Emeralds release a relaxing sleepy smile
Pearls display the heart of our loving.
poem by Ian Beckett
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