Towards Him
Towards Him the dances are made,
His world delivered me, after a time;
I became His solution for all problems,
He is on His Throne, with a reality.
I gather my forces to this very day,
In truth the aid has arrived,
For my angers are subdued,
My lofty goal has been terminated.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Which Is Which
> To beware of the truth.
> Is truth...it, self?
> So, what is truth?
>
> Is truth, true love?
> Or...just a reality?
> To be a man...is that truth?
>
> A man...is reality.
> A woman...is reality.
> To be woman...is that truth?
>
> To have more then one partner
> Is a reality of the world.
>
> Which this world agrees.
> Truth is; in my point of view
> Is what one claims to be truth.
>
> But, the truth is whatever you
> Are doing as I speak.
> A woman is good for the soul.
>
> That truth is very bold.
> A man lives for his manhood
> So I am told.
>
> Is it truth or reality?
> Respect is in the middle of the spectrum.
> Male vs. Female
>
>
> That is truth.
> Man being woman
> A reality.
>
> Woman being man...
> She tries.
> Respect cover both the unreal and the wise.
>
> Truth or reality...we never really
> Give it much thought.
> Maybe it was the way we are taught.
>
> Truth or reality...
> Which is Which?
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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There's No Solution
maybe nothing else will ever be so clear
or maybe thats only my fear
and just for one day i wish i could disappear
and take me far from here
maybe i find nothing new
maybe i'd end up just like you
theres no solution (no solution)
give me truth to my conviction
is my own confusion
reality or fiction
am i out of my mind?
the constant pressure that keeps hanging over me
it makes me feel so empty
its more than anything that i could ever be
what else could you take from me
its getting harder to relate
dont want to make the same mistake
theres no solution (no solution)
give me truth to my conviction
is my own confusion
reality or fiction
am i out of my mind?
it took me so long to find out
its right there in front of me
too close to see
what I thought was true
i see right through
whats killing you
theres no solution (i cant see)
give me truth to my conviction
is my own confusion (that i feel)
reality or fiction
am i out of my mind?
so maybe nothing else will be so clear
or maybe that's only my fear (am i out of my mind)
and just for one day i wish i could disappear
and take me far from here (am i out of my mind)
song performed by by Sum 41
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Sonnet: Man’s Life Today
Modern man’s life is almost cipher;
There’s no time for anything of mettle
Precious time’s lost to problems decipher
O’er is his time before he can settle.
Mans keen on the money value of things,
Their durability and guarantee;
In virtuality man dances and he sings
Abhors man, the thought of reality.
Life is spent in pomp, show and worthless friends;
God is forgotten and so is man’s soul;
Man is clumsy in his means to his ends;
His current concerns distract him from goal.
Science has compelled man to abandon God!
Man considers himself a powerful lord.
poem by John Celes
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Beautiful River
And he showed me a pure River of Water of Life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the Throne of God and of the Lamb." -- Rev. xxii. 1
Shall we gather at the river
Where bright angel feet have trod;
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God?
CHORUS.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
On the margin of the river,
Washing up its silver spray,
We will walk and worship ever,
All the happy, golden day.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
On the bosom of the river,
Where the Saviour-king we own,
We shall meet, and sorrow never
'Neath the glory of the throne. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
Ere we reach the shining river,
Lay we every burden down;
Grace our spirits will deliver,
And provide a robe and crown. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
At the smiling of the river,
Rippling with the Saviour's face,
Saints, whom death will never sever,
Lift their songs of saving grace. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
Soon we'll reach the shining river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease,
Soon our happy hearts will quiver
With the melody of peace. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
poem by Robert Wadsworth Lowry
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Many Badges
Many badges basket wishes of our people,
This beef concerns us in every way;
Airports of this century battle against foes,
To see their boots climbing in our mind.
This world accuses the burdensome people,
The terror of our wild drums into the scene.
Many fled from occupying forces,
These bricks were brothers, called warriors.
They made war a dream of reality, the carnage
Of our days and nights, the reality of all the world.
The world was combining its forces
To conquer a world too fierce.
This bubbles from streams of this creamy planet,
Boys rumble fortunately to match their girls.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Bed
the bed is all that matters now
it has become the central solution
to all the problems of the house
I agree with Freud after all he made sense
for all those troubling years of his lifetime
that to all these marital misunderstandings
the bed has always been the solution
why do wives leave their husbands?
simply because of the unused bed
where time has been spent mostly for sleeping
now, i have felt what father used to confide
that the bed, yes the bed, is always the solution
even when both of them are nearing their 60s
and father did all the bed grooming
at my age now i must agree
i must say i completely agree
we always do it on the bed and the problem is solved.
yes, we do the serious talking there.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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At the River
Shall we gather at the river,
Where bright angel feet have trod,
With its crystal tide for ever flowing
by the throne of God?
Gather at the river!
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river,
Yes well gather at the river
that flows by the throne of God.
Shall we gather? Shall we gather at the river?
poem by Robert Wadsworth Lowry
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Our Problems
We often think our problems
are much bigger than they are,
in reality we only make them seem that way.
We worry sometimes over nothing
never figuring they will come out
all right in the end,
but normally they do.
A human fatality I’m afraid
that makes us worry over nothing.
We look at the negative side of our problems
instead of taking a positive view.
We tell ourselves the problem
is an insurmountable kind
that we will never be able
to solve it at anytime.
What we should be telling ourselves
is that every problem has a solution,
and if we take our time we will find it
and the problem will go away.
1 August 2009
poem by David Harris
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No Compasion
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In a world
where people have problems
In this world
where decisions are a way of life
Other people's problems they overwhelm my mind
They say compassion is a virtue, but I don't have the time
So many people...have their problems
I'm not interested...in their problems
I guess I've...experienced some problems
But now I've...made some decisions
Takes a lot of time to push away the nonsense
Take my compassion...Push it as far as it goes
My interest level's dropping, my interest level is dropping
I've heard all I want to, I don't want to hear any more
What are you, in love with your problems?
I think you take it...a little too far
It's...not so cool to have so many problems
But don't expect me to explain your indecisions
Go...talk to your analyst, isn't that what they're paid for
You walk, you talk...You still function like you used to
It's not a question...Of your personality or style
Be a little more selfish, it might do you some good
In a world where people have problems
In this world where decisions are a way of life
Other people's problems, they overwhelm my mind
They say compassion is a virtue, but I don't have the time
(Here we go again)
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song performed by by Talking Heads
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No Compassion
In a world
Where people have problems
In this world
Where decisions are a way of life
Other peoples problems they overwhelm my mind
They say compassion is a virtue, but I dont have the time
So many people...have their problems
Im not interested...in their problems
I guess ive...experienced some problems
But now ive...made some decisions
Takes a lot of time to push away the nonsense
Take my compassion...push it as far as it goes
My interest levels dropping, my interest level is dropping
Ive heard all I want to, I dont want to hear any more
What are you, in love with your problems?
I think you take it...a little too far
Its...not so cool to have so many problems
But dont expect me to explain your indecisions
Go...talk to your analyst, isnt that what theyre paid for
You walk, you talk...you still function like you used to
Its not a question...of your personality or style
Be a little more selfish, it might do you some good
In a world where people have problems
In this world where decisions are a way of life
Other peoples problems, they overwhelm my mind
They say compassion is a virtue, but I dont have the time
(here we go again)
song performed by by Talking Heads
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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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Hoping Of Happy New Year
Hoping of happy New Year
The year has passed
The New Year has arrived
All the pains sadness and angriness has become past
All the happiness, sweetness and love has arrived
All the sickness, Madness and childness has gone
All the matureness, intelligence and hopes has arrived
My all the things are now my past
My all concentration is just focusing on future
New Year has arrived with hope
A hope of goodness in everything
A hope that my country will be in peace
A hope that all problems may come with a simple solution
May my all the relations become more sweet and loveable?
May my all pathetic memories be just past
May my life be quite simple
May my life be full of joy
Past year is a past don’t matter what was it
But the future is unknown and unseen
Don’t know that what will happen
Just hope that everything will be good and ok
So I hope that every hope will not just hope
Hope we can say next year with hope that Happy New Year
poem by Fatima Obaid
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On The Street Of Regret
In a bar, a lonely person sits
trying to drink their troubles away.
Some are there for lost loves
others for the loss of someone
very dear to them
and some just gather for the company
to help pass the time away.
Some are depressed
at the way life has gone
and the bottle seems the only solution
to right that every wrong.
They all gather in the bar on the street of regret
and drink away the hours
hoping the world to forget.
20 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Time To Wonder
Weve got time to wait
And we wait still its too late
We always move in seconds in a world of hours and days
Weve got bones and blood
Is this all what weve got
I thought there was a brain
But maybe I just thought in vain
This is not the time to wonder
And this is not the time to cry
This is not the time to sleep while we fight
And this is not the time to die
Reality and dreams
Reality is not what it seems
Its not the way we want it
Its just the way it gotta be
Weve got love and hate
But we cant estimate
Whats the right solution to kill the illusion of this world
This is not the time to wonder
And this is not the time to cry
This is not the time to sleep while we fight
And this is not the time to die
And this is not the time to wonder
This is just a time to fear
Dont worry about the meaning
Dont worry bout the world
Its the question how to see it clear
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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My Problems
I really have no problems except those I have made.
My ego and desires light fires that must be paid…
Paid with lost opportunities and forgotten friends,
All due to my own faults and refusals of amends.
The time I take to blame the world I could well invest,
Solving problems of others to bring out their very best.
In doing so I surely know of what reward I’d be paid...
Resolution of painful problems I myself have made.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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There are sometimes problems for which there is no immediate solution, and there are sometimes problems for which there is no solution.
quote by Lawrence Eagleburger
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Kept In The Worshipping Of Fear
I see no benefits delivered,
To those doers of misdeeds and evil.
Followers a plenty they may have to boast!
But there is nothing they have done,
To laugh and/or joke about.
Those who have turned a blind eye,
To allow this sleaze to slither...
While dancing to the beat and 'weeding',
Have made this investment for their children.
With dividends to rhythmically stay high as a goal.
I see no benefits delivered,
To those doers of misdeeds and evil.
Followers a plenty they may have to boast!
But there is nothing they have done,
To laugh and/or joke about.
And those who have remained on their knees,
Praying to be released from this reality they've created...
Without knowing to 'whom' or 'what' they pray to,
Have brought into their own lives their own set of demons.
To ensure they are kept in the worshipping of fear.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My World
Your stuck on a chain
And your toeing a lie
Seems like everytime that you catch up
You only fall behind
And your trapped inside this world you made yourself
but that's not the world I live in
this is not the life for me
cause my world is bigger than your problems
and it's bigger than me
that's not the world I live in
this is not the life for me
cause my world is bigger than your problems
and it's bigger than me
There is always someone to blame
for the things you do yourself
you think that everything that's going wrong
is because of someone else
And your trapped inside this world you made yourself
that's not the world I live in
this is not the life for me
cause my world is bigger than your problems
and it's bigger than me
it's not the world I live in
this is not the life for me
cause my world is bigger than your problems
and it's bigger than me [2x]
cause i'm lonely outside and i'll look on in
And that's not the world I live in
this is not the life for me
cause my world is bigger than your problems
and it's bigger than me
it's not the world I live in
this is not the life for me
cause my world is bigger than your problems
and it's bigger than me
cause my world is bigger than your problems
and it's bigger than me...
song performed by by 3 Doors Down
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The Problems Of The World
THE PROBLEMS OF THE WORLD
The problems of the world-
The problems of my own little life-
Problems and problems and problems.
A poem solves no problems
It escapes into itself
And makes a small world
In which the poet can hide.
The poem is the other world
The one where there is quiet and peace and calm and love
And all which makes one’s own dreams
A morning song.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Throne
Michael w. smith
Far above the highest heavens
On a throne of crystal light
Dwells the God of all creation
Rays of wonder crown his might
Human voices blend with the angels
Giving praise to God alone
Heavens music rises upward
To the lamb upon the throne
To the lamb upon the throne
Chorus:
Blessing! glory! sing hallelujah!
Shout the saints of God alone
Honor! power! and dominion!
Praises gather at the throne
Oh, they gather at the crystal throne
Gather at the crystal throne
Lightning flashes and thunder echoes
Diamond rainbows fill the sky
Awesome beauty gods provision
Never seen by human eye
Blazing colors show the glory
Of the master artists plan
Built by God for those who love him
Those who trust the great I am
Those who trust the great I am
Chorus
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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