Gather Yourself
Gather up your knots
Still destroy the string
As far as you can make it
Like a weird and wondrous puzzle
Guess what to live into
Opening doors for the living
Liking lovers through time
Listening to lists of words
Lately the oddities have sworn
Their oaths
To see life as a solution
To the problems of existence
poem by Naveed Akram
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A live together or live to gather?
What does it mean to say live to gather?
Will it be a correct advice to son from father?
When he says in this term means earn more
Do something to earn so time does run out before
We all live in life to eat and gather more and more
We fail to deliver anything good before reaching shore
You got to gain the ground and pass the taste on floor
It is life so you will have to face all odds waiting in store
It is living in harmony with good relation
Inner strength reveal in the form of good elation
Solving all problems before it raises any question
Listening attentively to the piece of advice or suggestions
It is word of jugglery which makes us to live in confusion
Living in together means facing life with lot of energy and infusion
Trying to sort it smooth it out before it raises its ugly head
Joint efforts to counter the menace and wisely read
What is use of living to gather when there is absolutely nothing to gather?
They are all relations and stand in the form of brother, mother and father
What is essence of living together means synchronizing the efforts?
Live together with aim of maintaining relation with good rapport
We may go on collecting enough of wealth till the end
It will be great love loss and life will be dry without friends
You may get everything but without any sweet relations
All material gains at feet but no joy at heart without soul elevation
It is something more to live together than to strive for live to gather
Both are equally important for life to pass the time with wonders
You can live peacefully if you have gathered enough to last
Life can be at receiving odds and may run out very fast
It is mere coincidence that we live apart but still live together
We definitely want to sail smooth and go still further
We don’t want to disturb anybody and try for very good passage
This is how we accept the challenge and deliver it as message
Sometimes we don’t see eye to eye and live at opposite poles
Relation is strained and can be witnessed with lot of holes
It is useless to call live in relation when there exists none at all
It may then amount to total breakup in relation and sudden fall
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Oddities
We know simply
by the grace of God
humanity continues
with most of us odd.
The humor of God
amuses me so
as I watch the oddities
come and go.
Each one is so different
and yet the same.
And what is the reason
is God to blame?
He gave us the mold
which none of us fit.
We try to fit into it
bit by bit.
It's a task so humorous.
It's beyond belief.
For our short trip through life
is much too brief.
We try to conform
but most of us fail.
And the insignificant differences
really just pale.
We've a life to live
and so much to give
that the oddities we've developed
we must forgive.
God's humor is ours.
It's part of his plan
to bypass the oddities
and do what we can
to laugh.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Knots
When a sweater is knitted,
The knots are gathered,
When the future is knitted,
The knots have to be removed,
When the knots are allowed to gather,
The future may not be clear to prosper,
When the knots are not uniformly arranged,
The sweater may not look elegant and chic,
But still serve the purpose, not as the future,
That is full of knots, yet to untangle,
To have the clear path without thorns,
Either well traveled or yet to be known,
Creating knots is fun at first,
Untie them is the task we do in future.
Those who know to tie the untie able knots,
Are victorious to the ones, who knows not,
Putting a permanent knot is the work of a feeble.
when we pull the thread of the sweaters,
we will be left with threads in pieces,
life without knots is meaningless,
life with full of knots is worthless.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Life Is Just Life
life is neither a heaven nor a hell.
not a puzzle to get displace.
life is life n only life
which we have to live n survive..
life is not a trauma of tumult..
nor of sporadic spryness or sundry sadness
life is living n to live is life
life is not a season of summer or springs..
or of being at shed or scortching heat
life is what it is l-iving i-t f-ullest e-clatically
is the message it gives..
life is not a sea of sorrow or plethora of pleasure
nothing so special nothin to err
life is living n only living..
& the one who defines it, does it for living
life is not a boon nor a bane
& nthng being so estrange
life is to live n to live is life..
& living life makes us suffice.........
poem by Srishti Shrivastava
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Opening The Door Of Existence
Opening the door of existence
I entered non-tense balanced
Satisfied and content
Coming to the mother
Feminine mystique I am feminine
And I live and live in the moment.
Opening the door of existence
I read history I read fables
That are one and the same
Coming to the mother
I forget to put questions
Relating to the very existence.
Opening the door of existence
I became more elemental more natural
Without having corners
Coming to the mother
I enjoyed like birds rivers
And trees and resent and future.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Live Life
live
live the life you want to live
live the way you want to live the way you want your life to be
pursue your dreams and dream the dreams that you pursue
live your life live your dreams touch and reach for all these dreams
do not think much there is no point to so much ponder and banter
live, live, live the life that gives you life
this is our main business my friend,
the living must live the life of the living
we die, we die for sure, in our own time, in His own will
ours is not to destroy this life we have
this gift
ours is to live this life, why bother about dying?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Tangled Skein
Try we life-long, we can never
Straighten out life's tangled skein,
Why should we, in vain endeavour,
Guess and guess and guess again?
Life's a pudding full of plums
Care's a canker that benumbs.
Wherefore waste our elocution
On impossible solution?
Life's a pleasant institution,
Let us take it as it comes!
Set aside the dull enigma,
We shall guess it all too soon;
Failure brings no kind of stigma -
Dance we to another tune!
String the lyre and fill the cup,
Lest on sorrow we should sup;
Hop and skip to Fancy's fiddle,
Hands across and down the middle -
Life's perhaps the only riddle
That we shrink from giving up!
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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Sonnet 152: In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn
In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
But thou art twice forsworn to me love swearing:
In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith torn
In vowing new hate after new love bearing.
But why of two oaths' breach do I accuse thee,
When I break twenty? I am perjured most,
For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee,
And all my honest faith in thee is lost.
For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness,
Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy,
And to enlighten thee gave eyes to blindness,
Or made them swear against the thing they see.
For I have sworn thee fair. More perjured eye,
To swear against the truth so foul a lie!
poem by William Shakespeare
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Elegy for love
Here rests on the bark
of this tree
scratched to remain,
two hearts interlinked
and filled with words in a token
of what once was love
and of oaths
made to each other.
Death did not kill it,
but relationships with others
and wild passion did.
Experiencing a string of other beautiful lovers,
with different bodies, sent, skin,
breasts, muscles and personalities were the in thing.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Living In China
They got the red book, they got the new look
All the little people that are living in china
They got the answers to all the questions
All the little people that are living in china
The solution is revolution
For all of the little people that are living in china
They got ping pong egg foo yung
For all the little people that are living in china
What would chairman mao say, if he knew what theyre doing to his wife today
What did china do? she ordered out for submarines instead of chinese food
China fields of rice, modern man no longer evil hes a paradise
What did the chairman want?
A great big wall they could all watch orientals on
They got the red book, they got the new look
The little people that are living in china
They got the answers to all the questions
The little people that are living in china
The solution is revolution
For all the little people that are living in china
They got ping pong egg foo yung
All the little people that are living in china
What would chairman mao say
If he knew what his people think of him today
Revolution is out of hand
The gang of four, trying to make it as a western band
China, what do you need
Youve got everything from your scruffy head to dirty feet
China you want to dance
Youre wearing makeup and listening to adam and the ants
They got the new look, they got the red book,
All the little people that are living in china
They got the answers to all the questions
All the little people that are living in china
The solution is revolution
For all the little people that are living in china
They got ping pong egg foo yung
The little people that are living in china
The solution is revolution
They got the answers to all the questions
All the little people that are living in china
China, living in china
China, living in china
China, living in china
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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Speaking soft words
Speaking soft words
Giving respect to elders
Keeping humanity and tolerance
Make you great and make you
Forget the problems
And provide you solution
To have a peaceful
And progressive life.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Universal Garden
Looking up into the endless sky
Staring into the maze of time
Our existance caught in the blink of an eye
Imagining other words we try
Realizing somehow were all part of this
Wondrous cosmical tapestry
Beyond the sun
Beyond the sky
Are where the real questions lie
Wanting to know where it begins
The puzzle piece we are missing
Starlight
Flowering
Endlessly through the universal garden
Garden above
Looking up into the endless sky
Through space and time
Staring into the maze of time
Well fly
Our existence caught in the blink of an eye
Retracing years
Imagining other worlds we try
No fears
Realizing somehow were all part of this
Blazing a new trail
Wondrous cosmical tapestry
Beyond the sun
Beyond the sky
Are where the real questions lie
Wanting to know where it begins
The puzzle piece we are missing
Starlight
Flowering
Endlessly through the universal garden
Garden above
Investigate the science of illusion
We benefit without knowing
Our time is man-made
Our fear is man-made
Delusion man-made
Religion man-made
Love is forever
Flowering
Endlessly through the universal garden
Garden above
Beyond the sun
Beyond the sky
Are where the real questions lie
Wanting to know where it begins
The puzzle piece we are missing
Beyond the sun
Beyond the sky
Are where the real questions lie
Universal garden
song performed by by Yes
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Universal Garden
Looking up into the endless sky
Staring into the maze of time
Our existance caught in the blink of an eye
Imagining other words we try
Realizing somehow were all part of this
Wondrous cosmical tapestry
Beyond the sun
Beyond the sky
Are where the real questions lie
Wanting to know where it begins
The puzzle piece we are missing
Starlight
Flowering
Endlessly through the universal garden
Garden above
Looking up into the endless sky
Through space and time
Staring into the maze of time
Well fly
Our existence caught in the blink of an eye
Retracing years
Imagining other worlds we try
No fears
Realizing somehow were all part of this
Blazing a new trail
Wondrous cosmical tapestry
Beyond the sun
Beyond the sky
Are where the real questions lie
Wanting to know where it begins
The puzzle piece we are missing
Starlight
Flowering
Endlessly through the universal garden
Garden above
Investigate the science of illusion
We benefit without knowing
Our time is man-made
Our fear is man-made
Delusion man-made
Religion man-made
Love is forever
Flowering
Endlessly through the universal garden
Garden above
Beyond the sun
Beyond the sky
Are where the real questions lie
Wanting to know where it begins
The puzzle piece we are missing
Beyond the sun
Beyond the sky
Are where the real questions lie
Universal garden
song performed by by Yes
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Murder of life
Ive lost my effort in life, maybe its just a simple crime. living life like it was murder can be pleasant when you are around strangers. Outgoing and fun isnt the solution, neighter strait or serious help the motion. having to live a double life its like taking a life, running away from problems everytime. life can be like a hard day with bad weather or like a sunny spring day, beautiful and clever.Some times we take our life and use it as a tool, people dont realize life its only one, live it full.
Life its a precious gift given by god and many people just lay there and drop. Ive lost my effort in life, maybe its just a simple crime. living life like it was murder can be pleasant when you are around strangers.
poem by Yaderin Cruz
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Weird At My School
1-2-3-4
My father lives in arabia
And I live right here at my school
I took his plane to columbia
So I could sail at my school(? ) *
Its weird at my school
Weird at my school(3x)
My mothers glad that I am here
So she can visit my school
I cant believe shes so pretty
Im a son of a bitch at my school
Weird at my school(4x)
And my best friend, my cousin eleanor
She lives far away from the doors of my school
And often times, you know I fantasize
That I have sex with the nuns at my school
Its weird at my school
Weird at my school(7x)
(transcribed by moses boole)
* : or so I could sell at my school (according to rhys henry mason)
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Notes To An Amnesiac
memories are made of these
Your keys
Odd socks left on the washing line
names on a list in a book
You cannot find
That lost glove
Pushed under the carpet
Or the note you wrote about your lover
Before you ever met or even touched
And the television is turned to neutral
As you listen
And unlisten
To the radio in your head
Your dinner is left congealed
Your books dusty and unread
The puzzle
Full of words you no longer understand
The alien has landed in a foreign land
Memories are made of these
The keys you lost
The odd socks
The lists full of lists left behind
And you feel like you 're losing your mind
Forgetting it all as you go to the door
Leaving the keys on the side
Dropping a glove in the floor
Losing the name of the street where you live
Forgetting what you're living for!
poem by Yvette Smith
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(Writer Poem) As The Poem I Write
Sometimes a comment is just not what is needed.
Neither is going back to the drawing board.
Corrections must be made.
I've made so many on my own trust me.
I take pride in everything I write.
So I'm constantly inspecting, and words I'm always injecting.
Hmm, that just doesn't sound right.
I can hear every word I type in my own voice.
I'm speaking through my mind.
Through the waves of time.
In a private message I will make suggestions to those who are not disciplined when it comes even to capitalization
I will make only tiny suggestions for it is theirs.
They must reread it and reread it.
One must edit his own work after the thoughts are complete.
Trying to make them nice and neat.
The eyes begin to blur and then it is time to take a break.
Time away.
Time to gather ones thoughts for another day.
Time is all one needs to create a window which will open up and lead into their world.
Everyone is unique and all of its own.
Yet they are so many clones.
For frequently similarities do exist even when great is the distance.
We do think a lot like as much as we hate to admit it.
I try to not be bias as best I can.
But sometimes feelings so strong do nag at you.
Saying they are wrong.
But I do not give in easily for I know it could always be reversed.
A controversy in terms of the opinions of the readers.
Opinions being so many that it is sometimes hard to resolve the differences from fact and fiction.
The ability to easily lie with no idea that we even did it is a definite human affliction.
Unintentional will habits of progress.
A continuation of aggravation in varying elaborations.
With each puzzle solved multiple new one forms.
Sometimes even more difficult then last.
Sometimes for help and guidance we turn to the past.
For in a certain we think lies the solution.
The dawning of a conclusion.
And we sometimes think this order might destroy the chaos all around us.
But it will not.
It will make it easier to deal with.
But their is no fixing it.
Not as the poem I write.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Problems
I have problems, and you have problems
Let's make problems with our problems
When I'm the problem you're the problem
But we know where the problem for one another
I start my day by any other way
Looking under my bed for the metallic crate
Encrypted with a steel isomorphic key
Projecting documents enveloped with two words
"Today's problems"
When I have no problems I make more problems
To entwine the world with inventive problems
What would we do if we did not have problems?
Neglect our security for hypothesizing new problems
Problems, Problems, Problems
An exegesis of problems
Categorized and productized
In rationale arrangements
Ontologically customized
Parasitically neurological
And involuntarily exercised
I empty the glass and make if full
To furbish the center that never holds
Happiness elixirs baseless catchment
Percolating vertices of inverted orphans
So what's the problem?
poem by Kevin Patrick
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On My Own Terms
relating to you must be
on my own terms says the sun to the moon
we don't see each other
neither shall you expect me
to dance your night away
we know the terms of our existence
the closing and the opening
of doors
in such a manner
that when you open i close
what is there
or perhaps that for me to live
so must you die.
it is sad, indeed overwhelmingly
tragic,
nature's laws, our terms of engagement
darkness and light
life and death
you and i.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Weird
I like the way you never sleep
And the promises you never keep
I like the way you say hello
And make it sound like time to go
I like the scar above your lip
The way you let your feelings slip
But they are never what you feel
Oh so fake but completely real
Dont you think its weird
Weirder then weird
Thats what you are
Thats what you are to be
What I like about you
Is what you like about me
Dont you think its weird
I like the rules that multiply
And make the good things
Pass you by
Standing here without a plan
Thats why your such a happy man
Dont you think its weird
Weirder then weird
Thats what you are
Thats what you are to be
What I like about you
Is what you like about me
Dont you think its 1,2
I wanna make some changes
I want my money back
I wanna start up with you
I wanna talk to strangers
I wanna be with you
But I just dont know
Where or When
Thats what you are
Thats what you are to be
What I like about you
Is what you like about me
Dont you think its weird
Weirder then weird
Thats what you are
Thats what you are to be
What I like about you
Is what you like about me
Dont you think its weird
song performed by by Hilary Duff
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