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Forgiveness

There may be innuendoes from the mealy-mouthed individual.
Her skeptical husband who listens to the scaremongers?
It seems very sad the newly built nest will be scattered to the unexpected storms.
There should be a mutual understanding each other
If not the domesticity is turn up inferno.
The doubt leads the road to catastrophe and the ups and downs are the reality of life.
Let her sleep without stir or bustle.
Brother forgiveness is a rare quality of a human being.
Forget the nightmare and look into the beautiful side of life.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I am who?

I am an unexpected miracle
I am the bringer of joy
I am your son, your daughter
I am the light in your life

I am your worst nightmare
I am a rope in time of need
I am your uncle, your aunt
I am a world renowned tyrant

I am a burden in your life
I am a trustworthy friend
I am your brother, your sister
I am your first companion

I am your rusty anchor
I am the love of your life
I am your wife, your husband
I am the thorn on a rose

I am a weight on your shoulder
I am an angel in your life
I am your father, your mother
I am your life long mentor

I am your greatest enemy
I am a shoulder to cry on
I am your friend, your lover
I am a fellow human being

(3/14/2007)

poem by Christopher G. Turner
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The quality of mercy (conditions apply)

The quality of mercy,
Portia declared,

the quality of mercy is
suspended during the present conflict

the quality of mercy is
not the business of a Minister of Justice

the quality of mercy is
not a matter of individual conscience

the quality of mercy is
too subtle for public discussion
or law

the quality of mercy is
only for Shakespeare and stuff

the quality of mercy is
less stimulating than revenge

the quality of mercy is
no business of yours

the quality of mercy is
no concern of religious authorities
who should stay silent

the quality of mercy is
an outdated concept

the quality of mercy is
nothing to do with forgiveness
or circumstantial evidence
or the remission of sins

the quality of mercy is
no longer a matter of pride

the quality of mercy is
no longer a mark of humanity

the quality of mercy
would be OK if Obama said so

the quality of mercy
is one hell of a hot potato
cooked in oil

the quality of mercy
droppeth as the gentle
dew from heaven
upon a broken fuselage

and it is too much
or too little
for our understanding.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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I Was A Bustlemaker Once, Girls

When I was a lad of twenty and was working in High Street, Ken.,
I made quite a pile in a very little while - I was a bustle maker then.
Then there was work in plenty, and I was a thriving man
But things have decayed in the bustle making trade, since the bustle making trade began.
I built bustles with a will then, I made bustles with a wit,
I made bustles as a Yankee hustles, simply for the love of it.
I built bustles with a skill then, surpassed, they say, by none,
But those were the days when bustles were the craze, and now those days are done.
I was a bustle maker once, girls, many many years ago,
I put my heart in the bustle maker's art and I don't mind saying so.
I may have had the brains of a dunce, girls, I may have had the mind of a muff,
I may have been plain and deficient in the brain but I did know a bustle maker's stuff.
I built bustles for the slender, I built bustles for the stout,
I built bustles for the girls with muscles, and bustles for the girls without.
I built bustles by the thousands, in the good old days of yore,
But things have decayed in the bustle making trade and I don't build bustles any more.
Many were the models worn once; but mine were unique, tis said,
No rival design was so elegant as mine; I was a bustle maker bred.
I was a bustle maker born once, an artist through and through,
But things have decayed in the bustle making trade
And what can a bustle maker do?
I built bustles to enchant, girls, I built bustles to amaze,
I built bustles for the skirt that rustles, and bustles for the skirt that sways.
I built bustles for my aunt, girls, when other business fled,
But a bustle maker can't make bustles for his aunt when a bustle maker's aunt is dead.
I was a bustle maker once, girls, once in the days gone by,
I lost my heart to the bustle maker's art, and that I don't deny.
I may have had the brains of a dunce, girls, as many men appear to suppose,
I may have been obtuse and of little other use
But I could make a bustle when I chose.
I built bustles for the bulging, I built bustles for the lithe,
I built bustles for the girls in Brussels and bustles for the girls in Hythe.
I built bustles for all Europe once, but I've been badly hit,
          Things have decayed in the bustle making trade
                    And that it the truth of it.

poem by Patrick Barrington
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Morning Thoughts

a true education
reveals the sameness
in the human condition.
a free society
allows the individual
to be individual.
a real community
is as responsible
for the least as for
the most...
the concept of freedom
becomes a reality
when based in mutual respect.
equality demands
equal effort!

how hard is this
for us to understand?

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Forget Her

(paul millns)
Producer for bonnie: christopher neil
My friend youre worn out and aching now
Your life stretched tight and breaking now
And you seem to find that every mornings
Like a mountain you must climb
Forget her, shake her free
Like a leaf from a tree, you must let her go
Its hard I know
But tomorrow is another road that leads
Away from here, to the first horizon
Forget her
My friend you could open windows now
Let cool breezes through your life somehow
Cos theres people out there, other people
Crying dying trying to get somewhere
Forget her, let her go
With the ebb and flow of the passing tide
Now shes fortunes bride
And the days line up like cards and you can deal
Yourself a chance while the wheels still turning
Forget her
Well Im so good at giving advice
But I know when you look at my life
It seems crazy
But I can stand aside
And I can see with different eyes
Sometimes more clearly
Forget her, till she sees
Like a face in a dream so far away
She will fade away
And tomorrow is another road that leads
Away from here, to the first horizon
Forget her - she has forgotten you
Forget her

song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Child of mine…

To my beautiful child, , ,

Beautiful child, being so small you inspire me big,
Beautiful child, so fragile, you make me so strong,
Beautiful child, so tender your touch your power is great,
Beautiful child, small is your heart, infinite is the love I feel for you;
Beautiful child, your hand I’m anxious to hold, to walk life’s road with you by my side.
Beautiful child, your light will show me the way,
Beautiful child, you came to my life to teach me a lesson that I shall never forget…
Nor riches, nor power can give us the best things of life…
The smile of a child…Is the best of all rewards…

poem by Ale Duncan
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The Path

What makes us tick?
What's this life all about?
When the going gets tough,
Do you quiver with doubt?

My life it has an order.
Everything has a place.
It's like a casual stroll.
But we think it's a race.

Had I hit that stop light.
Would I have met you?
I am right here, right now,
Because of all I've been through.

It has it's ups and it's downs
And it's ins and it's outs.
Sometimes it rains 'til it floods.
And we go through some droughts.

I'm in a special place now.
Where I've always longed to be.
I thought life was so wrong,
But now I have to agree.

Been there, done that.
I'd do it again.
To see where my path leads me
Leads me in the end.

It all comes together.
After it all falls apart.
A blank piece if canvas,
To a fine piece of art.

It's like an intricate puzzle,
And all the pieces, they fit
You won't see the big picture
If you give up and quit.

Embrace your life journey.
And all the paths you have gone.
All those paths they have lead you,
To the path that you're on.

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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He Ain't Heavy He's My Brother

The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows where
But I'm strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
So on we go
His welfare is of my concern
No burden is he to bear
We'll get there
For I know
He would not encumber me
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
If I'm laden at all
I'm laden with sadness
That everyone's heart
Isn't filled with the gladness
Of love for one another
It's a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we're on the way to there
Why not share
And the load
Doesn't weigh me down at all
He ain't heavy he's my brother
He's my brother
He ain't heavy, he's my brother

song performed by by Hollies
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He Ain't Heavy He's My Brother

The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows when
But I'm strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
So on we go
His welfare is of my concern
No burden is he to bear
We'll get there
For I know
He would not encumber me
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
If I'm laden at all
I'm laden with sadness
That everyone's heart
Isn't filled with the gladness
Of love for one another
It's a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we're on the way to there
Why not share
And the load
Doesn't weigh me down at all
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
He's my brother
He ain't heavy, he's my brother

song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Ups And Downs

Each life has its ups and downs
and I always figured
my life had more downs than ups.
However, when I stopped to look at it,
I think the reverse may well apply.
There have been more up than downs.

I have a wonderful wife,
which has to be an up.
I have been blessed with three lovely children,
which has to be another up.
I have friends from every four corners of the world.
There is no denying that is an up.

When I tried to look at the downs,
I really couldn’t think of any.
Therefore, at this moment
I am one of the few
real lucky people
who have more ups than downs.

22 March 2008

poem by David Harris
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Forgive But Never Forget

After thousands times of forgiveness

One more time I forgave

Dozens of love i gave

While the God above has the mercy of forgiveness

I always thought it would be unfairness

We as an human beings not to forgive

And after all their deeds one more chance I gave

Because Inside of my heart i can't keep a hate

While forgiveness doesn't heal heart ache

But still i believe forgiveness never meets my regrets

For the God sake I always used to give one more chance

For me the goodness in life is a main

Although still my wounds in vain

But there are things in life never get to change

While we forgive those who hurt us

Yet we disregard and forget their faults

But he who harms once

Never will lose a chance

To harm you one more time

I've learnd this truth upon my skin

'Forgive them but never forget their deeds'.

poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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I can't escape

I can’t escape from this place,
I am caged inside from this nightmare,
So what if you can see the darkest side of me,
Too many lies you told me,
Somebody help me,
From the person I have become,
I can’t escape from you,
Somebody help me escape from this nightmare,
We believe that I can be a good person,
Yet something sweet as you,
Just fades away like the rest,
I can’t escape from this place,
This place that calls out my name,
My heart is empty,
My eyes are black,
I am cold as ice,
Forget me,
Forget that we ever met,
I am on the edge of falling off,
My mind is scattered,
I can’t escape from this place no matter where I run to.

poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Every Road Leads Me Back To You

Every road leads me back to you.
My destiny is mapped out
for every step I take
and every road I travel
leads me back to you.
Some are guided by the morning sun,
some by the moon and stars at night,
but every road I travel
leads me back to you.
Our home maybe far away
in the snow tipped mountaintops
or under the big city lights.
It does not matter where it lies,
every road I take the end will be the same,
for every road leads me back to you,
and you are there to shelter me
from any given storm.
You lead me away from temptations
that plague my life.
You are always there
when my foes I have to fight.
Each night when I am weary
tis, you I come to at night,
for every road I travel, Lord
always leads me back to you
for my faith to be renewed.

11 August 2008

poem by David Harris
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Goin Back To Alabama

(with kenny rogers)
Goin back to alabama...
Now that Ive learned a thing or two
Life for me had been so easy
But Ive got some livin yet to do
cause a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
And dust himself off
And start all over again
My friend...
Some days I didnt wanna wake up in the mornin
My family and friends were all down on me
I tried to tell em where I was goin
But they never saw the man I saw in me
Some folks call me a dreamer
Other folks laughed and called me a fool
All I ever wanted to be was a winner
cause I know a winner can never lose
cause a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
And dust himself off
And start all over again
cause a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
And dust himself off
And start all over again
My friend...
Yes a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
(pick himself up)
And dust himself off
(dust himself off)
(and)
Start all over again
Im a man
Im a man
(Im a man)
You know a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
And dust himself off
And start all over again
You know a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
And dust himself off
And start all over again...

song performed by by Michael Jackson
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Accept And Forgive

Forgiveness is forgiving someone
no matter how difficult it seems,
For nothing is never that difficult,
Imagine a beautiful bird and let it
fly away,
Nothing can stop you from fulfilling
your dreams,
It is only doubt that stands in your way,
Doubt is nothing but a stop sign,
You learn to walk on by and be on your
way,
Never let anyone cause you sadness or grief,
Be strong and have plenty of faith,
Faith is stronger than you think,
Believe in yourself always,
Remember your mistakes only make you wiser,
No one is perfect that is a true fact,
Have a better understanding of people you
speak too,
Are they negative or positive?
Negative ones be on your way,
As I learn to move on through all my doubts,
Sadness and sorrow be gone,
I replace them with love and forgiveness,
Even a loss of a loved one or a break up,
We must always learn to let go,
No matter what situations we face
We get through by a prayer,
Something new always comes our way,
Life is never all that easy,
That is when we must always learn to
accept and forgive.

poem by Derek James
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My Husband.

Husband is someone;
You spend most of your life with.
And with him;
You are for years.

My life has become strong;
For my husband is not wrong.
My life has become independent;
For my husband never let me dependent.
My life has become pure;
For my husband had every cure.
My life has become romantic;
For my husband is very aromatic.
My life had a new beginning;
For my husband was nearing.

And the most valuable gift-
My husband has given me;
Are my 2 wonderful and the best kids-
And I thank God,
For the wonderful family he has given me.

poem by Anju Addanki
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True love's kiss...

What is this hellish version of existance I see?
Have I stepped through the mirror cracks?
Into a warped version of reality beyond dreams.
have I become the mirror reflecting this nightmare?
Perhaps I am sane and reality is the splintered dream.
But if reality is merely a darkened dream.
How shall I ever awaken from this eternal sleep?
When only true love's kiss can stir my soul...

Spread the love... The peace will follow...

poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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He Is Your Brother

I was a fighter always looking for trouble
And my life was so empty, there was nothing left to live for
But then it happened one night as I got into a fight
I could hear someone saying as though he was praying
Ah-a-ah-a-a-a-ah-ah
Treat him well, he is your brother
You might need his help some day
We depend on one another
Love him, thats the only way
On the road (on the road) that were going
We all need (we all need) words of comfort and compassion
Treat him well, he is your brother
Love him, thats the only way
I was a woman never thinking of others
And my life was so lonely, didnt care for anybody
But then I happened to meet a begging man in the street
As I turned down his praying I heard someone saying
Ah-a-ah-a-a-a-ah-ah
Treat him well, he is your brother (brother)
You might need his help one day (hes your brother)
We depend on one another (brother)
Love him, thats the only way
On the road (on the road) that were going (that were going)
We all need (we all need) words of comfort and compassion
Treat him well, he is your brother (brother)
Love him, thats the only way.
Treat him well, he is your brother (brother)
You might need his help one day (hes your brother)
We depend on one another (brother)
Love him, thats the only way

song performed by by ABBA
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A Husband...

A husband should be
Loyal and honest
A husband should be
Strong and protective

A husband should be
Loving and romantic
A husband should be
Patient and understanding

A husband should know
When enough is enough
A husband should know
When to fight and when to cry

A husband should know
all your goals and dreams
A husband should know
your strengths and well as your weaknesses

A husband needs to be a true man
A husband needs to love you unconditionally
A husband needs to know your heart is forever his

poem by Sarah Holmes
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Sleep Talk

Sleep talks more from not understanding it,
and while they come too see our ghost it listens,
most know we exchange passed glances knowingly.

Waiting less for those few eggs that hatched and flew,
What has raven done, with some bright shiney eyes?
And the rest outside the windows nest, sits empty.

poem by Is It Poetry
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