Dashing News
A dashing dress and a smart uniform
Characterises a childlike life, angering.
Such ceaseless activity is chief of hazards,
The chemicals of explosions always.
A charming, exotic hissing lends to the ear,
Heavy with health, the ears refrain from hearing;
This heartbreaking work made tears fall,
Infamous travels are again the fault.
The industrious man is internal and eternal,
The fight is on, the world revolves, I speak to man,
Yet nobody learns of the inexpensive history
We have managed to collect and conceive.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Ego te absolve
When you are young then you believe
the whole world revolves about you.
Quite simply you cannot conceive
what you believe may not be true.
The whole world revolves about you
the centre of the universe.
As you so selfishly pursue
the great ambitions that you nurse.
Quite simply you cannot conceive
that other people have in their sights
far different dreams which they perceive.
As being well within their rights.
What you believe may not be true
as you mature you’re sure to learn.
The world does not exist for you.
You will receive just what you earn.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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That's My Fault
I think that this life
really heavy so heavy are all worldly affairs
I think that this life
so beautiful then my world so colorful
I think that this life
so boring then surround myself saturation
I think that this life
charming so I look for where I want the charm
But why I do not think that this life
only a dropp of water in the ocean (hereafter) ?
That's my fault
Of A Great Day
One reason to cross the line of hazards
Composes me a story to lead the eternal life.
Heaven will only take it, fury collapses,
Can you not give this fury to me?
The reason to be a queen frustrates the queen,
Who is a king in the middle of time?
The tusks of youth conjure a plan to maraud
The follies of founders, the tyrants are awake.
The world will break, the words shall speak
Of a great day, shining forwards
Into the universe of pain.
Heaven resides in the galaxies far away,
Jostling between the mountains of old,
Oldness makes you think, old work is a subjugation.
One reason to meet a pain is to partake in pleasure,
And the pleasant health is the wise world.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A New Horizon
Coming above is a new horizon, for all who are found in The Son,
But this horizon you can not see, as this horizon friend, is Eternity.
The Son is The Lord Jesus Christ, and the horizon is Eternal Life.
And no man can truly conceive this new horizon for all who believe.
This new horizon has much to behold, in a world that won’t grow old,
This world will be awesomely bright, for Jesus Christ will be the Light.
With this new world being totally pure, it shall endure forevermore.
Sin and darkness will be no more, they will be absent forevermore.
This new horizon was meant for all, to put behind man’s sin and fall,
This New Paradise that has no time, for it is Eternal by God’s design.
And even our bodies, racked with sin, are being renewed from within.
Although we have spiritually died, are new bodies shall be Glorified.
By God, Eternal beings we were made, this is why we’ve been saved,
God saved us from the Eternal Fire, for this my friend, is God’s desire.
Christ died so we won’t perish, and He is the one to eternally cherish.
For it’s only through God’s Son, that we can enter His Eternal Horizon.
To enter into Heavenly Paradise, it must be under the Blood of Christ,
His atoning work will wash your sin; you only have to believe in Him.
You will enter Paradise for sure, when you fully trust Christ as Lord.
But if you reject God’s Only Son, you will be facing a bleak horizon.
One More Day's Work for Jesus
One more day’s work for Jesus,
One less of life for me!
But Heav’n is nearer, and Christ is clearer
Than yesterday, to me.
His love and light fill all my soul tonight.
Refrain
One more day’s work for Jesus,
One more day’s work for Jesus,
One more day’s work for Jesus,
One less of life for me!
One more day’s work for Jesus!
How sweet the work has been,
To tell the story, to show the glory,
Where Christ’s flock enters in!
How it did shine in this poor heart of mine.
Refrain
One more day’s work for Jesus!
O yes, a weary day;
But Heav’n shines clearer, and rest comes nearer,
At each step of the way;
And Christ in all, before His face I fall.
Refrain
O blessèd work for Jesus!
O rest at Jesus’ feet!
There toil seems pleasure, my wants are treasure,
And pain for Him is sweet.
Lord, if I may, I’ll serve another day!
Refrain
poem by Anna Bartlett Warner
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The Same Story, The same History
...and so the same story is told
the same history is made....
why always speak of descrimination
why always speak of war
why always speak of class
why always speak of injustice
why always speak of poverty
why always speak of rebellion....
why not speak of equality
why not speak of peace
why not speak of respect
why not speak of wisdom
why not speak of production
why not speak of working together...
...and so the same story is told
the same history is made.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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That Right To Live The Life You Like
You've got to fight,
For that right to live the life you like.
Since nothing is a given.
Or proven to be owed.
You've got to fight,
For that right to live the life you like.
And doing that is always,
Worth more than a purety of gold.
Everything with hard work and earned,
Is not what one wishes to produce to be sold.
Every little piece put together,
One learns to appreciate.
With a holding onto it that validates one's growth.
You've got to fight for that life you like,
Most times,
Wrong or right...
With a pinch of some pain and tear stains to gain.
Everything with hard work and earned,
Is not what one wishes to produce to be sold.
Every little piece put together,
One learns to appreciate.
With a holding onto it that validates one's growth.
You've got to fight for that life you like.
And...
Prepare to get no sleep at night.
You've got to fight for that life you like.
And...
Sacrificing time to get it right!
You've got to fight for that life you like.
And...
Prepare to get no sleep at night.
You've got to fight for that life you like.
And...
Sacrificing time to get it right!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Infamous
Infamous
by Alex Lewis
Infamous(
shame
fame
greed
creed
lust
bust
health
wealth
B lameUs
) infamous
poem by Alex Lewis
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Let It All Fall Down
Sing a song for the wrong
And the wicked and the strong
And the sick, as thick as thieves
For the faceless fear that was never so near
Too clear to misbelieve
Well the sea is jumping salty
And the porpoise has the blues
My recollections faulty
And I cannot find my shoes
And my wiring is misfiring
Due to cigarettes and booze
Im behind in my dues
I just now got the news
He seems to tell us lies
And still we will believe him
Then together he will lead us
Into darkness, my friends
Refrain:
Let it fall down, let it fall down
Let it all fall down
Let it fall down, let it fall down
Let it all fall down
The man says stand to one side, son
We got to keep this big ball rolling
Its just a question of controlling
For whom the bell is tolling
Refrain
Therell be suffering and starvation
In the streets young man
Just where have you been, old man
Just look out of your window, man
Refrain
Well, it aint nobodys fault but our own
Still, at least we might could show the good sense
To know when weve been wrong
And its already taken too long
So we bring it to a stop
Then we take it from the top
We let it settle on down softly
Like your gently falling snow
Or let it tumble down and topple
Like the temple long ago
Refrain
song performed by by James Taylor
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No Fault In Women
No fault in women, to refuse
The offer which they most would chuse.
--No fault: in women, to confess
How tedious they are in their dress;
--No fault in women, to lay on
The tincture of vermilion;
And there to give the cheek a dye
Of white, where Nature doth deny.
--No fault in women, to make show
Of largeness, when they're nothing so;
When, true it is, the outside swells
With inward buckram, little else.
--No fault in women, though they be
But seldom from suspicion free;
--No fault in womankind at all,
If they but slip, and never fall.
poem by Robert Herrick
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The Engine that Keeps Us Running
At the end of the sidewalk
There is a turn
Near the end of the road
There is an exit
Our engines run together
Never turning separately
But in union
And together
We never exit the road we travel
The love we have for one another
Is our engine
An engine that no one can duplicate
That no one can force into exit
That no one can expire
Together
Our fuel never runs out
We are champions of a mass race
Apart
The coolant cannot cool
The steering wheel cannot steer
The wheels cannot turn
The oil starts to leak
And our engine cannot breathe
Until our engines fall apart
And we cannot race together anymore
Into the heavens we will be
Our engines will be known
For their ability to run together
In union
Through all our life
And others will wonder
How, through so many glitches
We have still made it
And we have managed to fix all errors
And others will wonder
How we kept each other running
Through many engine stalls
And through so many leaks
People will wonder
How we always managed to patch those leaks
And with every spark
We have always started up again
Our engines
Are infamous
Are great
Cannot be copied
Cannot be managed by anyone
But ourselves
Without your engine
My engine would be stalled
With a little spark
We are back in the race
The never ending race
That will only keep us side by side
Until the end of our engine life days
poem by Diana Poems
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Big Chief Woolley Bosher
In the land they call the west
On the praries virgin crest
Lived a great man and his braves
And he led them to their graves
Big chief plays with baby son
The work of the indian today is done
Life is easy, life is grand
til there is white man, gun in hand
Started out when settlers came
And built their homes on the indian range
Big chief woolly bosher liked it none
Traded with a bad man for a gun
Big chief looks out at his great land
Locomotive on the prairie stands
Life that leak from the city in the east
Let us destroy that iron beast
Big chief rides on the trail tonight
Tread the land for which he must fight
In their fight for love and glory
Some indians were saved
They lived to tell the story
And woolly bosher prays
Big chief rides on the trail tonight
Soldier boys marching in the morning light
Bring the guns, bring the bows
Lets blow them into heaven lets see if God knows
One hundred men must have to die
When a thousand soldiers look you in the eye
Big chief sees his men fall round
The soldiers kill and the bugle sounds
In their fight for love and glory
No indians were saved
And big chief woolly bosher
Had written on his grave
He has done no wrong
Except being bold
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Berserk and Charming Man
A berserk man is a charming one,
Childlike in his being, in boiling point.
Bitter moments are remembered,
Decorous life shall inhibit his trials
From taking victory.
Ceaseless life manages moments
Just about boundless, full in lustre.
The berserk man clumsily munches
On and on, feeding his frenzy with
Unions and betrayals, of a higher
Form of justice that he is so proud of.
Cheap and cloudy are the inner workings
Of his mind - the real object, the actual object.
poem by Naveed Akram
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All's Well
The red dress hung from a hanger on the door.
A garment that she had never worn before.
Its vibrant rich colour called to her to buy,
But why?
The red dress made her feel very feminine.
Clad in silkiness she’d felt sylph-like and thin.
Would he really like it, would he like her too,
No clue!
The red dress fitted, so clever the design.
No doubt he would think this lady so divine.
So out on her date she went, one heart beating,
First meeting!
The red dress had made all her dreams come true.
Her beau was so charming the whole evening through.
Love was in the air, the dress had worked its spell,
All’s well!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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A Beautiful Voice
A beautiful voice
Melodious and cheerful
Calling out to me
I reach out to it
But it slips away from me
Angering my soul
My heart is aching
My ears are burning away
My fingers tremble
Every time I try
To find that beautiful vioce
It is all in vain
The world seems empty
Without the beautiful vioce
Soothing my cold ears
I have made a vow
To keep that inside my
Chain of memories
Will that vow come true?
Can I wait forever for
That beautiful voice?
poem by Kartik Saraf
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Understand For Sure, You Are Here To Learn What Understanding Is!
Can you see dear,
life itself is the fountain of infinite Self,
That tiny drops of life raise from and fall into same,
Rainbow of enchanting beauty,
That due to light of soul,
showing its enchanting colours.
In every drops, large or tiny alike,
Flora and fauna are those devices of self,
rainbow looks more clear,
When tiny drops are in abundance!
Self manifesting its capabilities,
That all energies and forces too,
Change their form for the play of the formless,
Who is in eternal play appearing in various forms,
Formless showing his ability to assume any form!
Life is a school, with dress code,
Uniform that the kids of self wear,
Show in which class they learn,
Showing level of evolution of mind,
Tuning to the mind of that infinite!
Look at the uniform you and me wearing,
top most class in which we study,
Don't engage in ragging juniors,
Look inside,
Know for sure, you have the source of fountain of life,
That eternal loving Self act through you
Understand you are here to learn,
What understanding means!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Given Form
we have to quit putting it all off
on god.... like a magic button we
can push when it gets tough,
and god will take it all away....
if you must speak of god, then
let it be thus...
we are the flesh and bones of god.
we are the hands and feet of god.
we are the urn that holds the fire.
we are the dreams of god made bodies....
so we must do the work!
seeing with the eyes of god,
hearing with the ears of god,
breathing the very breath of god...
the creation is but the creator given form!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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It's A Pity
It's a pity that
you can't take off your skin
like an old dress
can't cover the rags
with a smart dress
so that to impress
can't embroidery stitch the holes
made by moles
it's a pity that
you can't pull out your heart
to bask in the sun
can't force it cut and run
from the life of one
can't let your soul
fly in the sky like birds
to defend it from hurts
that's how you go
trying nothing to show
avoiding the turns
keeping scars and burns
anxiety and echoes of doubt
can't speak aloud
being hurt so much
by the occasional touch
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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You had to be aware that I saw that photography was a mere episode in the history of the optical projection and when the chemicals ended, meaning the picture was fixed by chemicals, we were in a new era.
quote by David Hockney
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Rain Tears
Rain, tears, rain, tears,
Melding in torrential fears:
Chill of cloud; saddened eye-
In either way, a latent cry.
Rain, tears, rain, tears,
Married under sceptic jeers:
‘They'll never last.' Methinks not true, for
Either way, forever blue.
Rain, tears, rain, tears,
Simple love with lacy cares,
Their intercourse will ne'er refrain
From rain and tears and tears and rain.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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