Humans Can Help
Humans are not us,
Our moods do not suit,
Birth is desirable,
Death is absolute.
Humanity can keep us and we keep,
Lots of them are unhappy but we are,
As much as solitude, and all we care
Is the happiness to use our life.
Human help is against the rule of ours,
Good deeds must permeate our souls,
But happiness is utilised, again I go.
Humanity did not suit us when we cared.
Humans will speak more today,
The next day is like each for us
For we design the joke of eternity like humans
But no.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Let's Decide Lest He Decides
In the solar system, we live on this Earth
Where humans have born, humanity yet to take birth.
Of all forms, humans claim to be hero
But fanaticism of all kinds, make him big zero.
Terrorism and barbarism, still matters of big shame,
Put in the reverse gear all that humans claim.
Darwinism may give us some hope
"Natural Selection' takes its own course.
Again wait for millions of years,
Humans may get few cheers
Not without fears.
Remember your past
Mightiest forms were lost.
Giants like dinosaurs,
No body knows, were seen last.
If "struggle for existence and survival of the fittest", goes on,
Humans may become extinct when the process is still on.
Be quick! Let's decide,
Not to commit suicide
Lest He decides to dump
The whole 'man kind'.
If at all we have to fight,
Let's fight for the human rights,
And eliminate all those
Who put us
Where corners are tight
O! The LORD of this Earth,
Let the humanity take its birth,
Let race and religion not teach us hate,
Let the hate genes vanish or mutate.
Without humanity, let there be no humans,
Out of this hell, let us create the heavens
Promise, not to repeat this 11th day of September and 26th Novemeber,
Heinous act of these days, world will always remember
Who did it, hardly matters,
Humans did it all that matters.
Let him pay the price,
And shed tears for millions of years.
poem by Swadesh Chander Virmani
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The thing we must do intensely is be human together. People are more important than things. We must get together. The best thing humans can have going for them is each other. We have each other. We must reject everything which humiliates us. Humans are not objects of consumption. We must develop an absolute priority of humans ahead of profit — any humans ahead of any profit. Then we will survive. … Together.
quote by Frank Herbert
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Humans Being
Humans being
(off the twister soundtrack)
There is just enough christ in me
To make me feel almost guilty
Is that why God made us breed
To make us see were humans being
You break this, Ill break all that
You break my balls with all your crap
Spread your disease like lemmings breeding
Thats what makes us humans being
Shine on, shine on
Shine on, shine on
Some low life flat head scum infects
The sickness in his eyes reflects
You wonder why your life is screaming
Wonder why were humans being
Shine on, shine on
Shine on, shine on
Humans
Humans being
Were just humans, humans being
Thats what makes us
Humans being......
song performed by by Van Halen
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Strike The Chord Of My Heart
My heart is sensitive and sometimes cry,
When feels the pain of humans, their despair, poorness and hunger,
My heart wants to take away people's pain,
And to make them happy, to see smile on their faces again and again.
Is it something more precious than to feel happiness,
Of all humanity no matter of social classes, race or gender?
Is it something more worthy than to dedicate your life to your fellows,
And to feel your heart enriched with a happy child smile?
You should follow your heart,
You should go beyond understanding,
When it's about matters of life,
Show compassion and love to humans.
My heart is a harp and vibrates,
When is touched by humans with grace,
Strike the chord of my heart,
And you will see its depth and your reflection in it.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Gecko Wants To Be Human
A gecko who wanted to be naughty,
wanted to incarnate in a humans body.
Why be bored and eat bugs all day?
You can have fun with lots of rolls in the hay.
Yes, humans have a chance to speak,
speak real funny when their doing the thing.
Me gecko, have to be still, not move my tail,
Humans get to have fun, by screaming, even do yells.
Now I know about the cosmic wheel,
I will jump as a human next time and have a thrill.
Written by Christina Sunrise on October 1,2011
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Love
LOVE, most beautiful natural instinct life has given us,
LOVE, mother nature provides the many loves for basic survival,
LOVE, the greatest demand and motivation within humans,
LOVE, strongest mental force from these instinctive wants.
LOVE, the eternal flame of hope human beings wish for,
LOVE, the greatest physical feeling enjoyed by humans,
LOVE, compassion of affections for the good of mankind,
LOVE, romance of humans rewarded by the thirst of sexual love.
LOVE, in humans charts our course in our daily lives,
LOVE, in man holds his integrity as a human being,
LOVE, the pendulum in the philosophy of sanity,
LOVE, positive traits within humans, to befriend others in need.
LOVE, the innocent children pure in mind as their faces,
LOVE, inspiration of man to bring forth new life in humanity,
LOVE, sharing to give, to be honest, to have faith, to see God,
LOVE, others feelings, to understand, to be trusted, to be thankful.
LOVE, the force of humanities, to live together in peace,
LOVE, throughout the World keeps Nations at peace,
LOVE, motivations of human beings for continuous existence,
LOVE, hope for continual survival of "Worldly Co-existence."
poem by Jim DiGregorio
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What if Human Nature was Blind?
What if the gems found
Deep down underground
Had feelings about what humans do
Had feelings about me and you?
What if these precious stones cry
What if they scream out, asking why?
As they are taken and studied
For human want, not the need?
What if the humans could hear
And feel each and every tear
These gems let loose as they are pried
From the comfort of the Earth dried?
What if the humans choose to look away
Causing the gems to feel the dismay
As they are left to feel the pain
Of the humans weather, mostly the rain.
Well, the gems will break and be no more
The humans will have nothing left, to put in their store.
poem by Thamer Mager
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Mushroom Cloud
How can one live in this world,
Claiming to be a “good” person,
When in their purity in life
Is stained with the shit we’re in?
Torture, lying, greed, and hate
Not to mention corruption and rape
Spin the wheel
And seal the deal
For ourselves,
Our children,
Our race?
For we as humans,
Not as “whites”, “Middle Easterns”,
“men”,
“women”
“gay,
Or “straight”,
But we as humans,
Forgoing humanity,
Have already sealed our fate
poem by Chris Weersing
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Endless Greed
The greed of humans, haunts us all,
Till this very day, humans have not learn to share.
To those who have felt the sensation, even in the mall,
The chances of people feeling this sensation is very rare.
Though adults say we must give,
The question is, do they?
Some say we must give to live,
Though I know deep inside, the saying is not true, anyway.
Humans come from far and near,
Humans come from high and low.
Humans from different places,
Come to witness this tragedy.
On the day when humans no longer greed,
The world will finally be on it's feet.
The world can now walk freely,
As long as no one is greedy.
Poem by: Sora (Shaun)
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Learn From The Spider
learn from the spider
he knows the value of patience
for even how long he waits for a prey
he never complain
not so for humans
most steal what they need
robbed banks kill others
to suit their greed
others use their beauty their charms
to become somebody
then afterall runaway
breaking hearts without pity
learn from the spider.
learn from the spider
the value of industry
he never stops to spin and spin
until he is through
with its beautiful web
where he lies down and waits for a prey
not with humans
some do not love to work
they beg from others
they disguise as binds
they pretend they have nothig
and beg for alms
in front of synagoge
on hot, busy streets
learn from the spider
not from humans
fr spiders do not pretend
human does
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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My Innocence
To humans I boast my innocence,
They seem so innocent, so concise in speech;
My life resides in me, like a part of speech,
Just to be exultant, just to be heavenly.
May the red blood not contaminate me,
As humans wear some mockery.
The singing does soar with flames,
When boasting is about like the trumpet.
Tremors of rain brighten the day
With joy of triumph, the very strength of humanity.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Feel Sorry
Humans feel sorry for you when sick,
I perceive the weakness in your heart.
Humanity spreads humour when sick,
Your patience is accepted by the people.
A humane leader presides over the people
When inwardly strong, and outwardly brave.
Humans feel sorry for his illness and death,
The honour of a man is in leading his own people
To life and power, whenever in power.
Death comes to the sick when it is night,
Dead are those sitting in the palace of heaven.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Man is in Heaven
Where is my house in heaven?
Is the mocking going on,
When the heavenly rage has become zero?
Truly the heresy has its faults,
And the apostate can argue with sin,
A sinful man or woman.
Too many times the leader of humans
Is against all lusts of humans,
And the living has happened all the time.
Humans have a right as much as Man,
And you offer Him a place in heaven
If you soon think he is good and ten too good.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Billions Billions Alive Today
Officially half of all the human beings
who have ever lived are alive today.
The entire population of all human history
an equivalent of all humans who ever lived.
Half entire human race who were ever born
are alive on earth now living on earth today.
Asia China India regionally 2.5 billion alive today
in fifty years Asian population will double triple?
In fifty years planet earth will need to produce more
food than has presently by humans ever been eaten?
Are these food figures statistics not impossible odds?
Famine pestilence war pandemics what future awaits?
Will compassion seeds flower in collective soul humanity?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Hunting Humans (Lyrics)
Upon this threshold of disaster
The birth of the eleventh plague
The fires burn at night, I begin to doubt the smell of burning flesh
Will ever fade away
The touch of death is all around us
A thousand corpses block our way
A man-made germ makes almost everyone commit suicide
Just to rise and eat their dead
Night of the living Dead...
We're hunting humans
We're hunting humans
We're hunting humans
It's killing time every evening
I can't control this eerie feeling
An evil screaming in my head
I don't think I'll last the night
There is no cure
For this genocide
Or resurrection of the dead
Night of the living Dead...
We're hunting humans...
poem by Satan's Sibling
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The Ones On The Streets
I was human once and it looked a lot like you.
Hopes, dreams, and bathrooms.
Surprisingly easy how that all slips away.
Hunkered in alleys, cops chasing when you left your leg to piss.
I used to worry about important things like what to watch, what to wear, where to go have a drink, and who might win the game.
Now it is all frivolous.
Where to sleep, when will I eat, will I find a coat to wear, and who will win the race towards death?
The junkie or the prostitute.
All so frivolous.
When I was human you would have smiled at me.
Talked to me.
If I had tripped while walking you would have even worried about my health.
Now that I am like the stray down the road you won't even look at me.
Afraid I may follow you home.
Best to not feed me I will only want more.
All these frivolous things they come and they go.
Amazing how hunger never leaves you, it is a horribly loyal companion.
Those times as a human slip from my memory now.
I clutter the street with the whores and shooters,
debris at it's finest.
We like to watch you as you do those things that humans do.
All the worrying and the shopping and the anger that your time is not respected by the other humans around you.
It amuses us itinerants.
However are content to worry about our frivolous woes.
As we sell our souls and shoot away our pains
We are constantly reminded of how you 'humans' act.
We see it in the new arrivals to our group daily.
Even the youngest have commenced to leaving your ranks.
So many little ones with the same frivolous cares I now have.
We were apart of your humanity.
We are now apart of your waste.
We know how you are.
We don't want to go back to being human like you.
Better to piss in the alley like the dogs.
poem by Raechael Woodroof
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Across Lakes
Stride across the lake and stroll across,
Placing your feet where there is nothing;
Water attaches itself to humans. Humans learn
To swim, and be happier with effervescent liquid.
This is the blood of the soul,
A fine potion for supernatural occurrence,
Holding the flag of impossibility
For the race of super humanity,
Like the flag of surrender and description.
Our will is your will,
For we are students of the same religion.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Durer's Hare
Vivid
as Durer's hare
as if my eyes had drawn
each & every hair
knew personally
each strand
its coat moving softly
in the breeze
moving with the rhythm
of its breathing
a real live hare
an inch and an eternity away
hanging out with us
humans
as if we weren't humans
just
other hares
almost expecting him
to say hello
being with us
us being with him
upon a bank
of sunlight
as if we were
passangers
at a bus stop waiting
for a bus that never
comes
twitching a nostril
scratching itself
my uncle & I stare
as long as forever is
not moving
a muscle
as if were the only humans
in an animal's world
two living statues un-
-til...
with a blurr of speed
my uncle karated chopped it
the hare
instantly an animal
in a human's world
Durer's hare
nothing now but
a bubbling
in a stew pot
but still my living
work of art
as the sun loses its way
and as day becomes night
Always remember this
I thought
'Humans will always be humans! '
Even uncles!
i cried myself
to sleep that night
siding with the rabbits.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Life Is A Circle.
It isa circle, from birth
To death ending up in cries,
Of arrival and departure,
The soul may even go round
In cirle frm deat to birth
In another for the cycle
to continue as believed
In the eadt as per
Our deeds entering
The cycle like animnals,
Birds, other beings,
Keeping the soul in tact,
So we must be careful
As per the myth to do
Good deeds only,
To rebirth again as humans,
Though to be battered
By our own emotions,
And suffer through human life cycle.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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0264 Toothpaste tubes and toilet seats
Why do I hate you? Let me count the ways...
Oh I could list them.... but no - not the trivialities
that drive us into impotent blind rage
committed daily by our partners, children, (parents?) , room-mates -
I, you, we, all have that list...
but I sing the joyous list of so-called 'minor' poets
who simply spell out, so uproariously
our petty human weaknesses,
domestic inadequacies, all the idiot joy
of living together while apart...
poets who'll never be on someone else's list
of 'ground-breaking' avant-garde great names
who with new neighbourings of words and sounds
expand humanity's poetic vision of the tears of things;
map out the undiscovered mind of years that are yet to be -
no - poets who, living all our lives for us,
confirm, with smiling banal truisms, this comedy,
our shared humanity; humans being humans;
wishing that we might change, but not too soon, not yet...
and as we smile and groan as poets with their skills
list that familiar daily stress and strain -
the still, mad music of humanity -
love arises.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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