Destiny!
Life is game of destiny and luck,
Itz not like spirint
Dat u will run hard and win,
Itz like carrom
Dsnt matter how hard working and expert u are,
When u hit striker on exact point, even den it can cm back from pocket until u time of destiny comes,
Sometime beginners hit blindly, but it goes on pocket.
Likewise beginners gets win...
Sameway people who steal n cheat till any heights,
are more respected y people n higher in society...
But a man who is doing truth n honesty are avoided by people.
One knows d reachest person of world
But not d most honest or poor ones.
So itz lyk a stage, watevr u act showoff is judged bt not by ur honesty...
People who cant act n showoff fake words are counted.
This is also true dat at last everything is going to balance,
For everythng v hav to pay
Who fly on others wings r thrown down.
Who comforts on others pain, r thrown to hell...
But when the time comes. Every dog has its own day.diffrence of times decide d end.
poem by Neha Poemlover
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What Is The Diffrence? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
that some people can stay in some louxsurious hospital and the other have to die even without being taking care of them.
wat is the diffrence between some people if they get sick?
nothin except that some can go to doctor and buy a midicne but other have no money even to buy thier self a piece of bred.
wat is the diffrence between people who have money and the ones who dont?
nothin except that those who have money can buy somthin to play and the ones who have no money cannot buy them self a pair of shoes.
the ones who have money will enjoy the game and the ones without money only have to stiar.
nothin except that some may spend thier money on useless stuff and other have to kill them self for money in order to help him self.
wat is the diffrence between people who take care for others and the ones who not?
nothin exccept that some people will be taken car of them and and ather will go to hell.
what is the diffrence between people who go to schools and college?
nothin except that some people dont care about thier studies and the other type of people know the value of money so they alway s become from the top 10 and among the best.
wat is the diffrence between people when they come to face life?
nothin exccept that some people come with a gold spoon in thier mouth and other have to struggle threw their life.
some people will face life cheerfully and other will always complain about life no matter how it was.
wat is the diffrence between people when they come to face love?
nothin exccept that som pepole will considre love as a sex game and other consider it as a commitment and life.
poem by Mohammad Sadik
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Like Leaves On a Tree
There is so much honesty in truth.
Don't you think?
Once that is known...
It doesn't have to be shown.
One can see it.
Like leaves on a tree.
There is so much truth in honesty too!
Don't you think?
Some people don't believe this.
They percieve truth,
As something they can create.
Something they can change,
When they feel it is out of date.
Some people even lie.
This is true.
Some tell different colored ones...
Just to prove the 'real' ones,
Aren't what they tell to undo!
Some people embellish,
And exaggerate themselves.
Knowing with a consciousness,
Truth and honest...
Does not within them dwell.
They are the ones,
Who love to dance and sing around the bush.
Beat it a few times with assisted innocent looks.
Then expect to be forgiven...
To escape a punishment.
Like children told over and over,
Not to do something done.
But do...
And yet expect not to get caught,
When in clear view.
There is so much honesty in truth.
Don't you think?
Once that is known...
It doesn't have to be shown.
One can see it.
Like leaves on a tree.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Absolute Beginners
Ive nothing much to offer
Theres nothing much to take
Im an absolute beginner
And Im absolutely sane
As long as were together
The rest can go to hell
I absolutely love you
But were absolute beginners
With eyes completely open
But nervous all the same
If our love song
Could fly over mountains
Could laugh at the ocean/sail over heartaches second time
Just like the films
Theres no reason
To feel all the hard times
To lay down the hard lines
Its absolutely true
Nothing much could happen
Nothing we cant shake
Oh were absolute beginners
With nothing much at stake
As long as youre still smiling
Theres nothing more I need
I absolutely love you
But were absolute beginners
But if my love is your love
Were certain to succeed
If our love song
Could fly over mountains
Could laugh at the ocean/sail over heartaches second time
Just like the films
Theres no reason
To feel all the hard times
To lay down the hard lines
Its absolutely true
song performed by by David Bowie
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Destiny the Driving Force
Destiny is controlled by the mighty gods.
It swirls like a massive whirl pool.
No mortal being can escape it's hold.
Destiny controls our every action.
Destiny makes sure we take the right path in life.
Without a person taking a desired path the universe will go out of balance.
Balance of fate is essential.
The thread of destiny is so tangled that's why destiny is so uncontrollable by mortals.
Destiny goes around and around.
It never stops swirling.
Such an active force.
Mortal beings can't control what happens to them.
If it's negative or positive.
Destiny and fate are the same thing.
They intertwine when two people are in love.
Destiny carries people to their purposes in life.
It's a driving force.
Scientist can't figure it out.
It's the most complex thing second to the universe.
poem by Vega Destiny Star
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Poet Vavroovahana Patra
Poet is a saint;
Depicts the truth of Earth with merriment.
Encourages the society to proceed on right path;
He is happy seeing innocent people’s mirth.
Poet is a hermit;
Searches for Eternal Delight.
Passes time with tragedy and comedy;
Advises the society for honesty boldly.
Poet depicts good and evil deeds of society;
Advises the people to follow the path of punctuality.
Advises politicians to be away corruption;
Through poems he frees human life’s tension.
Poet’s verses dazzle in the pages of book beautifully;
Delights the people of world gaily.
Advises on socialism;
Respects the people of all isms.
Poet is pleased seeing the smiling faces of the poor people In society;
Inspires them to follow the path of prosperity.
Prays God day and night.
Is a real honest devotee.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Fate and Destiny
Fate and Destiny
Who can tell us what Fate and Destiny are?
Who can tell us what our Fate is?
Who can tell us what our Destiny is?
Fate. Destiny.
People say we cannot choose our Fate, but we can choose our Destiny.
People say we are Fated or Destined to do/become something.
Fate. Destiny.
Are they different?
Are they the same?
People say we can choose Destiny and we are Fated to do it.
People say that our Destiny is open, but our Fate is sealed.
Are Fate and Destiny the same?
If our Destiny has yet to be chosen but our Fate is sealed, then is not our Destiny already chosen, but unseen to us until the opportune moment?
Fate. Destiny.
When is the opportune moment?
At what point in our life will our Fate and Destiny be revealed?
Or will we realize what our Fate and Destiny are only when it is too late?
Or will we pass our Fate and Destiny without knowing it?
Fate. Destiny.
If someone tells us what our Fate and Destiny are, will we like what we hear?
Or will you strive against the path set before you?
poem by Robert Grimes
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Beginners Luck
(words & music by tepper - bennett)
First time I fell in love
I fell in love with you
First time I dared to dream
My only dream came true
Must be beginners luck
To wish upon a star
That opened up my eyes
And there you are
I wave no magic wand
I own no lucky charms
How then can I explain
An angel in my arms
Must be beginners luck
What else can it be
When someone wonderful as you
Loves me
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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We meet people all the time....
We meet people all the time
Rich people with nothing
Poor people with the world
Kind people
Not so kind people
Funny people
People who think they are funny
People who laugh at other peoples pain
People who change the course of our lives
People whom we change their direction
Inspirational people
Caring people
Intelligent people
History tells us of people who create World misery
And the ones who end it
People who charm the socks off us (while we are wearing our shoes!)
People who steal our affections
People who give us undeserved affections
All the time we meet people
Wouldn’t it be nice if this poem didn’t label them though?
poem by Wanelisa Albert
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Changing For Them
Some people do it to be popular,
Some people do it for closure,
I for one am not a fan of change,
It forces you to act strange and rearrange,
Sue me,
Tell me I’m not a proper member of society,
But someone has to stand up and stop this monstrosity,
Why change yourself,
something that is so unique,
why,
just to be poplular and chic,
your personality has taken a life time to build,
don’t change it for the public,
just put up a shield,
I hate when people change so they can be disguised,
But you should just let the world see you for yourself,
Please just realize,
You don’t have to cover up your true self,
Don’t be afraid,
Especially by people who have your integrity caged,
It’s not a matter of fitting in,
But a matter of surviving life,
so why let them win that strife,
you’ve worked too hard to get to this point,
all it takes to screw it up is smoking a joint,
even if you’ve experimented before,
it's the past,
let it be a closed door,
you learn from your mistakes and all your inadequacies,
so change your life for the better,
change it positively,
I’m not saying you have to follow my advice,
But next time your with your “friends” think twice,
Only you carry the key to your future,
So also remember you are the only person responsible for your failures.
poem by Krissy Sosa
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Put Living Life On Your Agenda
Put living life on your agenda!
You may as well.
Things you valued and people trusted...
Seem to all have gone to hell.
It may seem that way,
But it doesn't have to be.
While you were working hard on a 9 to 5,
Others were working behind your back...
Cheating for an easier life,
And lieing and deceiving comfortably...
Day and night!
And if you are angry,
You have every right to be.
However...
You are not alone!
You are not the only one,
Trick by a way of life...
Your standards have condoned.
Put living life on your agenda!
You may as well.
Things you valued and people trusted...
Seem to all have gone to hell.
The first sign of trouble didn't faze you at all.
There were clues laid all over the place...
A decadence beginning was being thrown in your face.
The first time you accepted disrespect from someone...
That was a hint,
At least a clue...
You were not the only one to whom that was being done.
And remember making decisions not to become involved?
You shouldn't have turned your back!
What is happening today...
Could have then been easily solved,
Corrected and kept from attack.
So...
Put living life on your agenda!
You may as well.
Things you valued and people trusted...
Seem to all have gone to hell.
And you really didn't care.
If you did what you should have done yesterday...
Was not to observe the crumbling done around you.
Something said would have prevented it instead.
And none of it,
Would have existed.
So...
Put living life on your agenda!
And get rid of everything else you've been doing.
Because whatever it is you've done,
Has not worked to your advantage.
Not if you are crying about your wants and losses!
You relied upon someone else,
To decide what was valued...
And what was to be tossed away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Be You 2/13/10
Some people do it to be popular,
Some people do it for closure,
I for one am not a fan of change,
It forces you to act strange and rearrange,
Sue me,
Tell me I’m not a proper member of society,
But someone has to stand up and stop this monstrosity,
Why change yourself,
something that is so unique,
why,
just to be poplular and chic,
your personality has taken a life time to build,
don’t change it for the public,
just put up a shield,
I hate when people change so they can be disguised,
But you should just let the world see you for yourself,
Please just realize,
You don’t have to cover up your true self,
Don’t be afraid,
Especially by people who have your integrity caged,
It’s not a matter of fitting in,
But a matter of surviving life,
so why let them win that strife,
you’ve worked too hard to get to this point,
all it takes to screw it up is smoking a joint,
even if you’ve experimented before,
it's the past,
let it be a closed door,
you learn from your mistakes and all your inadequacies,
so change your life for the better,
change it positively,
I’m not saying you have to follow my advice,
But next time your with your “friends” think twice,
Only you carry the key to your future,
So also remember you are the only person responsible for your failures.
poem by Vanessa Elizabeth Giron
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Sonnet- The World Today(14)
People with intact eyes, yet appear blind;
Peop1e with alert ears seem not to hear;
People with intact nose, no sme11 can find;
People with every joy appear to tear.
People are cheats and cheat themselves all life;
People tell lies to men and to themselves;
People well-off, appear to be in strife;
People are bad and appear worse than Elves.
The world is bad and so people turn bad;
The world isn’t true and so people are not;
The world is mad and so people turn mad;
The world's a show and people simply plot.
And people waste their time and waste others';
And people aren't true to their own brothers.
poem by John Celes
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Phat
The word 'fat' is a term,
That 'skinny people' use,
Because they don't know what else to say,
When they see a 'fat person.'
No one has to be so rude about it,
When they see a 'fat person' eating ice cream,
Or sitting around watching others,
But some 'skinny people' don't understand to just dropp a conversation.
The word 'rude' is what 'fat people' use when someone makes fun of them,
'Fat people' are all over the world,
And yet - 'skinny people' don't want to accept the fact that 'fat people' are in this cruel world,
So some 'skinny people' have to act like they're all that and be mean to others.
There are people in this world that are 'low class' and are different from the people in the 'higher class, '
Because some people in the 'lower class' goes into depression and eat,
Because of the events happening in their life,
And so they become 'fat.'
But what 'skinny people' explain,
Is that they are slobs and can't eat normal instead of shoving food down their throat,
But what 'fat people' explain,
Is that they try to lose weight, but some of them can't because it's hard.
'Skinny people' make fun of them and 'fat people' let them,
Because some 'skinny people' don't know how it feels like to be 'fat, '
And some 'skinny people' call 'fat people' ugly and of course 'fat, '
But what 'skinny people' don't know is that we all are phat.
poem by Alicia Meyers
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O, People
O, people
O, what are they living for?
They stay till midnight
Say there’s no enough time
And afraid what’ll happen tomorrow
O, people
How many faces they should wear
To show pride and to hide
Don’t reveal dark inside
Fake emotion, many crying are naught
So is this how the world’s spinning?
Ignore what we are feeling
Take you want, leave me none
Give me love then the pain
Never know when the truth is lie
O, people
Why are they hard to understand?
They argue long then they fight
Say they who should be right
Give me almighty reason to blame
O, people
When will they try to remember?
Want to learn from mistake
Listen what others said
So we could live in peace together
So how will this story be end?
Will I be trapped in another game?
Or like the moon can’t be full again
But somehow I just understand
That life always goes on circle
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Whatever That Disconnect Is
There is 'something' about honesty,
People unfamiliar with it can not accept.
Maybe it is the unexpected directness of it.
Or...
The coming into contact with it.
And the mind is telling that person...
What is seen done and heard,
Is not for them meant.
'There has to be more to it?
It's too...
Revealing.
Too...
Real.
Too...
Mysterious.'
There is 'something' about honesty,
People unfamiliar with it can not accept.
Maybe it is the unexpected directness of it.
But...
Whatever that disconnect is,
People should prioritize in the doing of their best...
To get to know what being honest means.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The meeting point
Time had escaped from me,
as if it was somewhere else
and I wasn’t anymore the kid I had been
when I went to war
the person that I was before
and time had left me
to become someone else.
Before the leaving we were two people
with shared thoughts, shared dreams
two people with a similar destiny
beating as the heart of one
but time had escaped from me,
as if it was somewhere else
the world had changed
and now you belonged to another
as if time had left our destiny
and I saw a pretty girl looking at me,
wondered about what she did see
while I bought her a drink,
lit her cigarette
and time stopped, it did cease
while on satin sheets she offered me peace
and about killing, about life and death
why good men fall and I live on
I couldn’t understand
and you were gone,
she offered me her hand
and led me to a nice hot bed
and time had escaped from me,
as if it was somewhere else
while she was still there
etched by the window
and outside the rain was falling
and for moments I was free
from this world with hardship and pain
[Reference: Meeting Point by Louis Macneice.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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destiny
It was my destiny to die,
and no matter how much you try,
it is everyones destiny to die,
no matter old or young,
death will break the needle on which you're life is strung,
death cares not that you're in love,
death will push you death will shove,
till you're life is on the edge,
then death the sealer of you're destiny,
will steal you're soul,
and let you be,
for it truly is our destiny,
no matter how hard it is to see,
to live to die to simply be.
poem by Annabell Callest
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Glitz, Glimmer and Rhinestone
For some reason,
Glitz, glimmer and rhinestone...
Seem to go together.
Like movies and TV.
And some people overheard in conversation.
If someone is in the need of costuming,
To enhance a 'theme'...
Or dress up to play 'make believe',
One would think people generally leave the 'real' stuff
Behind...
With an acknowledgement in their minds,
There is a time and a place that seperates fact...
From fiction.
And making long lasting impressions,
Requires one to be in touch with a bit of honesty.
At least the kind of honesty that is removed from gloss.
Unless...
Everyone has been in costume.
And those accustomed to being fake...
Take for granted,
That everything connected to life...
As they know life to be,
Has always been one they fantasized.
And lieing to oneself is accepted.
Since going through the motions is all one knows.
Isn't fake the new reality,
Today.
Even when the cameras are 'on'.
To catch what it is,
Being what it is!
Whatever 'What-it-is'...
Is!
And folks are being paid to...
Downgrade!
THAT is 'reality' for far too many people!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In all honesty
In all honesty
today has been
something out of the ordinary.
In all honesty
I could do with some christmas carols
and a mug of hot chocolate.
In all honesty
walking on the road without a sidewalk
is more exhilerating than anything else.
In all honesty
watching fog settle over the road
can bring tears to anyones eyes.
In all honesty
you're the only person
I'm mostly honest to.
In all honesty
this poem
is entirely honest.
poem by Erica Francis
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Be Not Afraid: You and Me
Make up your mind-complicated thought,
Which lane to take in a two way
Street ahead, Choose a path but one,
And if you've to catch up, you ought.
Your mind's confused when honesty's
In recluse, come walk my way
And let's reveal the truth - a walk of destiny
Hang on tightly to me...
And let us build a path to life's reality.
Be not afraid of who you are to me,
I in return will make the best I see
Of who you are sans your infirmity
Just build your mind a solid destiny.
Now can you see decision has to be
But just a step-your feelings are so free,
Remember who you are to many just like me
Decide with ease between what not to be,
Fall back and forth but with solid identity
Discover you and me in a world of...
Truth and honesty.
poem by Jona PoloRamirez
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