My Thinkers
Ten times my thinking men reply,
To read is too fine an art of living,
To be nonsense creates my kite
That I fly and manipulate for myself.
Offer your followers some advice
That God has provided from abacuses
Stored in the clouds above our heads.
We see our words as numbers
Sparkling like silver plates.
My thinkers hear the reality,
Knowing their learned souls from souls.
In this sense, parts of your life
Are weak, for philosophy is too grave
An endeavour.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Last Living Souls
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Take a gun
Or how you say
That's no way you behave
Just a law, a new begin
Sing a song that doesn't sin
And it grows
Hey, you know
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last to get away to some another day?
Do we know
Well, we know
Doesn't seem to be complete
Are we, are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Get up, get up, get up, get up...
What you say?
Cause all I was on
I got it down wrong
I see myself to get
And the Lord, seeing all now
Can you take us in
The part that comin' on
The coldest man doesn't see it's all
We go to the car
I see you walk to the far
And when you get there do you see
You fit the last you need on me
Cause we're the last living souls
We're the last living souls
Yeah, we're the last living souls
We're the last living souls
song performed by by Gorillaz
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How much we would love to say....
How much we would like to say.
How little we say in reality.
How often we are afraid
And hide our souls in vanity.
How seldom we speak with each other
Because we are always in a hurry.
We make just a short breather
Thinking of our own worries.
How little we give the warmth
To those who badly need it,
Thinking of our own life storms
Write a short chit and forget it.
Wouldn’t it be better
To look at each others faces,
To ask questions that matter
And not to live as on the races.
Wouldn’t it be better for all
To see each others souls,
To break the indifferent wall
And make it the main goal.
Wouldn’t it be better if we start to speak
And tell the things we wanted to tell,
But we are still so tired and weak
And hide our souls in our own shells.
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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A Life Philosophy
a life philosophy
not a philosophy on life
a living philosophy
clear concise defined
articulated in civil rights liberty
clemency morality humanitarian symmetry
it is not important to memorize words
words thoughts searched out through years decades
words become life beat peace harmonies
not a manifesto
not written out
not important to memorize
to write out
to be distorted
to be used to manipulate minds
a manifesto not
written out not
important to memorize not
no a great life philosophy
is lived in simplicity acts of humility
freedom gifted to all humanity
love in life
love for all life one life
love sacred fertile compassion love life
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Camp Followers
In the old wars of the world there were camp-followers,
Women of ancient sins who gave themselves for hire,
Women of weak wills and strong desire.
And, like the poison ivy in the woods
That winds itself about tall virile trees
Until it smothers them, so these
Ruined the bodies and the souls of men.
More evil were they than Red War itself,
Or Pestilence, or Famine. Now in this war-
This last most awful carnage of the world-
All the old wickedness exists as then:
But as a foul stream from a festering fen
Is met and scattered by a mountain brook
Leaping along its beautiful, bright course,
So now the force
Of these new Followers of the camp has come
Straight from God's Source
To cleanse the world and cleanse the minds of men.
Good women, of great courage and large hearts,
Women whose slogan is self-sacrifice,
Willing to pay the price
God asks of pioneers, now play their parts
In this stupendous drama of the age
As Followers of the Camps.
They come in the name of God our Father,
They come in the name of Christ our Brother,
They come in the name of All Humanity,
To give their gold, their labour, and their love
To help the suffering souls in this war-riddled earth,
The New Women of the Race-
The New Camp Followers-
The Centuries shall do honour to their names.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The Reality Which Is My Life
As I age,
Most of my decisions...
Have become easier to make.
Especially when it comes to living,
The reality which is my life.
And the one others have created,
With lies that are spiced.
And laced with eye popping controversy,
I would never consider doing...
In my most exciting days.
But listening to others,
What it was that I had supposedly done...
I've learned to keep my mouth closed,
Knowing privately I would think this was fun.
However...
As I age and reminisce,
How I've been focused and devoted...
To accomplish with a doing free of nonsense.
I must admit there have been days that I have hinted,
Of not knowing what it was I wished to do.
With a hoping someone would volunteer,
Something outrageous...
They heard through gossip too!
'Did you hear what he did now? '
No!
He who?
And what did he do?
'That Larry Pertillar.
Do you know him? '
No,
I've never met him.
'Me either.
But I am told he has preferences.'
NO!
You're kidding?
Oh please share.
And don't leave out the details.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Clouds
My head is in the clouds
whenever you walk my way.
Reality does not exist
and I’m lost for words
not knowing what to say.
The words I want to speak
are lost again for another day.
How am I ever
to tell you how I feel
when my head is in the clouds,
because my mind can’t concentrate
whenever you walk my way.
I’ve tried and I’ve tried
to make sense of it all.
One-day reality will kick in
and I will get a chance to say
the words I want to tell you,
but will it be too late
only love will know.
Until then my head will be
in the clouds when you walk my way.
26 March 2011
poem by David Harris
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Poet's Soul
I read the poet's souls in the poems,
I read the poet's inner world.
Pulse beats louder, then duller,
And all my doubts are just hurled.
The sadness sometimes a kiss cover,
Then suddenly curled at my feet,
Giving the whole body a heat,
The warmth of a true lover.
Fever passes through nervous points,
Chill runs through the whole body,
I read the poet's souls in the poems,
And feel that the soul is haughty.
I delve into the words and their nature,
Understanding destroys the walls,
Now I would like to capture
The main idea and the poems calls.
I read and my joy is in full swing,
My own soul gets the wings,
I am ready to fly with the singer,
Like me the poet is a swinger.
I am with that one who dared
To plunge into the holy spring naked,
I am with that one who shared
An inspiration and was not faked.
I read the poet's souls in the poems.
But do I read the souls of reality or dream?
Let's deem that no one here and there lies,
And the law of poetry is always precise.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 4th of April,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Thirsty Souls
Everyone has a thirsty soul, a driving force to make man whole,
To fill that spiritual side of man, being part of the Creator’s plan.
Everyone who truly does thirst, truly must seek the Creator first,
He’s the only one able to fill, souls according to His eternal will.
Filling us with the Spirit of God, sent down upon all earthly sod,
To dwell in the soul of all of us, who in the Lord place their trust.
God brings us first to His Son, the Lord and Savior of everyone,
Then God fills you day by day, as you walk in life’s Narrow Way.
Out from a dry and barren land, He guides us with a loving hand,
To God’s Eternal River of Life, our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
God takes a soul, once aloof, into the Word, God’s Eternal Truth,
And He fills the soul as they read, making changes as they heed.
Christ fills us beyond our need, as God’s Spirit, we allow to lead,
Upon The Rock we take a stand, as we go to the Promised Land,
The Rock, from where water flows, to the souls the Father knows,
The Living Water from above, provided through the Savior’s love.
God shall fill the souls of men, who in Christ become Born Again,
Come to Him and thirst no more, by Jesus Christ the Living Door,
Who fills thirsty souls of men, in ways which only the Creator can,
As He fills their souls spiritually, preparing them for Life Eternally.
(Copyright ©06/2008)
A Fisher Of Men Jesus Said To Be
In the name of my Lord and Saviour
Jesus Christ I offer any passerby who thirsts
the living waters the bread of Christ
wide I cast my nets as a fisher of men
I walk the lake shore I walk the rivers
oceans storms of seas bear witness
fishing foreign shores for shipwrecked souls
even long line will I fisher of men use cast
behind fishing for any lost souls to bite hooks
offer hope eternal piercing into lost life souls.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Naked Kiss
The most eloquent silence, that of two souls blending to kiss
What passionate expression, exhilarating to Heaven’s clouds
Bridging gaps, melting barriers, and feeling totally complete
Exchanging spirit-breathe, how invigorating and intoxicating
We are all mortals until the time gives way to a tender kiss
Feeling the rush of emotions trigger such heat of regeneration
Words unspoken ‘now breathed alive’ into life’s great infilling
When two souls touch it heightens the senses so spectacularly
Since the invention of the kiss none is so fiery as True-love
One’s noted signature is fine, but a sacrificial gift outlast this
Hence, a kiss of the sun for pardon and the song of birds for mirth
For even the Lord God Almighty bestows a kiss for souls on earth
Avoid vain stories, with your love, and always live truth’s reality
Life’s best is sealed with a kiss, sealed with a kiss for validity
poem by ArmourQuill Hunter
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Graveyard Masquerade
gliding through the grave stones
she walks so silently
passing by concrete slabs
with meaningless words
and lovley boquets
she crys for the souls of the lost
for the living who have lost loved ones
and for the so called gods
who let their children suffer
do they intend to make us go insane
are we just pawns in a twisted game
no words can explain
the sorrow we all hold
suffering are our souls
poem by Marissa Lynn
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Intellectuals
I have never fancied the logic of a tomorrow,
The future encompasses the reality in question.
We are being endowed with experience of a life
That creates shackles for its descendents.
The children of the generations to come
Shall endeavour to disembark and disagree.
The greatest of minds discontinue with intellect,
For it is far too challenging a human endeavour.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Lost Souls
Lost souls trapped all around me.
Stuck in this oblique purgatory.
Not knowing where to go or what they'll find.
Lost souls caught in a vicious grind.
Bending backwards until they break their spine.
Damn this ugly daily grind.
Broken and beaten such brutal words for token.
God help us please,
the lost souls that are diseased.
We are lost and can not be found,
the souls that are eartward bound.
These souls are lost at such a cost.
There are no freinds,
there is no love.
Just crippling pain that shoots like lightning.
I lost my soul it's all gone now.
Death is the only respite now.
So now I go and grab my gun,
pull the trigger so much fun.
My soul is lost,
no one will care.
Why should they now their souls are bare.
poem by Michael McParland
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The Lonely Souls
The lonely souls wanders
Alone in the walks of life
No other souls as their companion
The lonely souls wanders
Alone in the daybreak
they've done their duties
In the walks of life
The lonely souls wanders
Alone in the life
They meet many other souls
Who comes to be
Unfit for the lonely souls
The lonely souls wanders
As the days pass by
The lonely souls became
More lonely, with no other
souls as their companion
The lonely souls wanders
Alone in the walks of life
The lonely souls decides
Not to die, but to face
Life in all it's hardships
The lonely souls still wanders.
poem by Lisa Chicharello
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You And I Both
Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me
Oh things are gonna happen naturally
And taking your advice I'm looking on the bright side
And balancing the whole thing
But often times those words get tangled up in lines
And the bright lights turn to night
Until the dawn it brings
Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me
Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of
Others only read of the love that I love
See I'm all about them words
Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words
Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards
More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive
Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of
And if you could see me now oh love love
Now you and I, you and I
Not so little you and I anymore
And with this silence brings a moral story
more importantly evolving is the glory of a boy
Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of
and others just read of and if you could see me now
well I'm almost finally out of
and it's okay if you have to go away
just remember the telephones are working on both ways
but if I never never hear them ring
if nothing else I'll think the bells inside
have finally found you someone else and that's okay
cause I'll remember everything you sang
Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of
and others just read of and if you could see me now
well I'm almost finally out of words.
song performed by by Jason Mraz
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Death
To the souls who live beneath our feet
To souls burdened by the dreadful dirt.
When I think of thee my heart beat
My soul to the ground, I feel thy hurt.
Through sympathy I think
Thou know the end of mirth
And life here and what it's worth
Please! speak to me so I may give birth
To thy anguish above on beautiful earth.
Me received no reply but a deep buried sigh…
For the leaden stone covers thy head
The squalid worms live in thy bed
I see thou drink from the roots of flowers
and thy see each one to its final hours.
As time passes
Slumber do thee too
Under the pure white snow
where frigid frost freezes thy bones
into an icy blue
I feel your pain can never move;
a pain no living soul can ever know….
Suddenly I hear a voice murmur from inside of me...
Thou speak quietly while we sleep in peace
And in our memories thou silent voices cease
Till we see a name carved on grave's cement stone
Thou souls beneath remain unknown
My Love reaches the depths of death's dark seat but my life lives upon my light feet... never again will I love, but always shall I live? I hope...
To the souls whom I love beneath my feet
May I tread softly and saunter sweetly as if life's a treat.
Till the death's knight comes again to ravenously eat
My flesh away, then only and then
I swear our souls shall meet again.....
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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There is a small glen in the clouds
There is a small glen in the clouds
where cumulus receive nice forms,
enthralled souls fly, on heavens grounds.
Up there the Sun his golden crowns,
faithful rises to brighten morns,
there is a small glen in the clouds.
Strong currents sing solitude's sounds,
on glen souls bare of painful thorns,
enthralled souls fly, on heavens grounds.
The winds affray in gray surrounds;
air streams repeat some lyric calls,
there is a small glen in the clouds.
Beholden soul on glen, astounds,
a dream is remnant while it mourns,
enthralled souls fly, on heavens grounds.
Souls rise on glen to feast in bounds,
air callithumps atop the knolls,
there is a small glen in the clouds;
enthralled souls fly, on heavens grounds.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Kite Fight
Kite to kite
Fly the sky...
Suddenly
Kite to kite
Fight the sky...
One kite cut
Another kite...
with out nife...
One kite flying
Another kite...
Pass away to fly...
Not for kite
Life also same...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Nothing is endless
Going by the philosophy,
souls never die
It is just change of body
from one to other guy,
Agreeing the reincarnation
if look the time behind,
Soul changes body of human
question comes in mind;
The earth took birth years back
say many millions,
Where these souls were before
say many billions?
Why we can’t find linkage
if souls take rebirth?
Why many creatures vanished
from the earth?
I feel it is the God and
only God who lives forever,
Who demerges from him
and merges souls of creatures.
S.D. Tiwari
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Truth Is Rebellion
George Orwell once said;
“Telling the truth is rebellion”
For these words, many have suffered
Some branded “Heretics” by religion
Others denounced as “Traitors” by government
A few declared “Bohemians” by society
Yet truth persists, like water against stone
An irresistible force propelled by knowing souls
Rebel Brethren…rebel until your numbers swell,
enough to change the course of chaos
Lift not your hand to smite, rather extend both,
hands to uplift a brother in need
Two then become one…multiplied a billion times over,
until peace and harmony prevail…
Humankind living in harmony with the perfection of Nature
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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