Trust no one' said my poor Mom
I salute you Mom what you said is perfectly correct.
Life never gives me the happiness
And poor honest men always collect the tears.
In the burning desert of life you dig and sometimes find the scorched gold that has no value in the pawn shop.
I dream one day my flowing tears would convert to black diamonds,
At least they value those in the hell.
*My poor Mom pawned her all the valuables for my education and she dreamed that one day I come home with the oaths as a graduate.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Pawn Broker
I am sorry my poor Mom!
You pawned your Wedding ring
For my studies
And I sold my Algebra book
To a second hand book shop
And straight away ran to the Cinema hall
To watch the movie 'The Pawn Broker'
I had the pawn chit but unexpectedly
It's in my holey wallet and somebody pick pocketed!
The old man 's no more
But the grand son continues his business
At the same place the hard job plays with human lives!
(The Pawnbroker is a novel by Edward Lewis Wallant which tells the story of Sol Nazerman, a concentration camp survivor who suffers flashbacks of his past Nazi imprisonment as he tries to cope with his daily life operating a pawn shop in East Harlem.)
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The shadow of a tree at sunset
How beautiful the life is if it's a cartoon film?
He dreamed that he was a flamboyant tree in a lonely park.
Do you believe if he says that he cries?
Yes my dear, huge trees too cry sometimes.
But the tears not valued at all.
All his tears clotted and turned into diamonds, as it's a dream.
Then he saw the greedy men come and pick those into their sacks.
He knows that his lengthy shadow won't long last.
Let them fill their pockets and one day they realize,
Those are not diamonds but tears.
* Like wind we go nothing in hand.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Poor Lukey
Poor Lukey knows of the black dog of despair
Just thirty years of age with gray in his brown hair
A mental illness has ruined his life
To it he has lost his children who are with their mum his ex wife
In and out of mental institutions his mind in disarray
One without a future that does seem sad to say
At present in a suicidal mood life for him Earthly Hell
In a mental institution in his padded cell
One must pity poor Lukey for the hard life he endure
He is a good person in many ways pure
Of any hope of happiness he lives in despair
For people like him life does seem so unfair
The black dog of despair has entered his mind
But in his saner moments he is honest and kind.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Tears In Such A Way
No use in crying or shedding tears in such a way
Jesus is never far and stays away
He is always near to or in fact in your heart
Guides you each step and remains as inseparable part
Everything is destined to be happy moment
There is no scope to curse or resent
Why tears should find place in eyes?
Life should be trouble with many question of why’s?
You are able and very much capable
Leave your ship in his hand and forget about troubles
What is loss and gain when he has squared fairly?
His gesture with smile is always with you nearly
Let tears fill your eyes and heart
Feel the pain of what he had undergone at start
He bore all the pain to self and worked for us
We shall have faith and unbreakable trust
Nothing should weaken you spirit
As it is divine and get from poor when you greet
Ask for blessings to pursue the message in earnest
This is the life he wants from us to lead as best
Leave everything to him and act as disciple
Life is meant to be led even with struggle
Smooth and easy life is no happiness at all
Swipe the tears of poor and make it as frequent call
You will find glittering shine on face
Let it be anything or whatever may be the case
He is there to take care of lovely garden
We may be blooming daily and fading even
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Gold Watch And Chain
(A.P. Carter)
Oh I'll pawn you my gold watch and chain, love
And I'll pawn you my gold wedding ring
I will pawn you this heart in my bosom
Only say that you'll love me again
Darling, how could I stay here without you
I have nothing to ease my poor heart
This old world would seem sad, love, without you
Tell me now that we never will part
Oh I'll pawn you my gold watch and chain, love
And I'll pawn you my gold wedding ring
I will pawn you this heart in my bosom
Only say that you'll love me again
Take back all the gifts you have given
A diamond ring and a lock of your hair
And a card with your picture upon it
It's a face that is false but is fair
Oh I'll pawn you my gold watch and chain, love
And I'll pawn you my gold wedding ring
I will pawn you this heart in my bosom
Only say that you'll love me again
Oh, the white rose that blooms in the garden
It grows with the love of my heart
It broke through on the day that I met you
It will die on the day that we part
Oh I'll pawn you my gold watch and chain, love
And I'll pawn you my gold wedding ring
I will pawn you this heart in my bosom
Only say that you'll love me again
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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If you keep straying with unhappiness (in answer to Koos A. Kombuis)
If you keep straying with unhappiness
and take the beauty out of everything
are looking for evil in everything
your life turns into a miserable story
you are wandering through the desert
where your tears disappear,
you are scorched
while the sun is shining overwhelming for others
you find thorns on the most beautiful flower,
are already old, before age sets in,
as if you are cursed by a spell
that gives words even if your are dumb
and you break Afrikaans down to clay,
as if nothing have to remain of that language and people
and you take LSD and who knows what
to find life in something
and to you life is a lost dream
as if it is allotted to another man, another guy
and your trousseau and love is buried
where nobody can explore
and you are in your own whirlpool.
[Atlantis in jou lyf (Atlantis in your body) by Koos A. Kombuis.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Dry Up Your Tears My People
Dry up your tears my people!
For gold is not gold by itself when found;
It is found as a gold dust and then,
Refined into pure gold! !
So, having fun and living on the edge of life doesn't pay;
But rather, gain consciousness to move ahead by wiping away your tears.
Yes, all will be well soon;
And like the muse of bananas with the monkeys at as zoo!
However, money really talks on this earth;
But, the same money cannot buy many talents.
Some days are better than others,
However, live like a king and die like a man! !
For, you are not the only person suffering on this earth.
Come to me and let me lead you with the muse of my love,
And like the works done in the land of beauty and love;
For, you are not alone on this earth.
Fly to me and let me show you wisdom,
For where the rich and powerful rules, are also poor people around;
Because, without the poor, the rich cannot be richer always!
Do wipe away your tears my people,
For Rome was not built in a day! !
And, there are still constructions going on in Rome today;
So, stop crying and give me the smile of wisdom.
There are more things to learn on this earth,
But, the Laws are there to guide us on always;
So, if you cannot wipe away your tears,
Then, just lay your troubles on my pillow and let me wipe your tears away.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Gold Watch & Chain
(a.p. carter)
Oh Ill pawn you my gold watch and chain, love
And Ill pawn you my gold wedding ring
I will pawn you this heart in my bosom
Only say that youll love me again
Darling, how could I stay here without you
I have nothing to ease my poor heart
This old world would seem sad, love, without you
Tell me now that we never will part
Oh Ill pawn you my gold watch and chain, love
And Ill pawn you my gold wedding ring
I will pawn you this heart in my bosom
Only say that youll love me again
Take back all the gifts you have given
A diamond ring and a lock of your hair
And a card with your picture upon it
Its a face that is false but is fair
Oh Ill pawn you my gold watch and chain, love
And Ill pawn you my gold wedding ring
I will pawn you this heart in my bosom
Only say that youll love me again
Oh, the white rose that blooms in the garden
It grows with the love of my heart
It broke through on the day that I met you
It will die on the day that we part
Oh Ill pawn you my gold watch and chain, love
And Ill pawn you my gold wedding ring
I will pawn you this heart in my bosom
Only say that youll love me again
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Pawn Shoppe Heart
I found my heart
In a pawn shop, baby
You took me for dead - dead
By the way - you still
I am way past tales
I'm bored and I'm crazy
You took all my good love
And gave it all away
I've been on the backstreet
I'm all alone
I've been on the hotseat
I'm gone - I'm gone
Sweet little love of mine
Take all you can
I'm your pawn shop lover
I'm your pawn shop, broken-heart man
With all your good looks
I still have nothing
Breaking the whip on my back like a man
Still have nothing
Take everything you want
Take all you can
I'm your pawn shop lover
I'm your pawn shop, broken-heart man
song performed by by Von Blondies
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I Dreamed.
I dreamed a dream and in that dream,
I dreamed that I had dreamed a dream,
Of hope and fairytales come true,
I dreamed a dream and thought of truth,
I dreamed a dream of life and love,
Of fate and angels and God above,
I dreamed a dream of good wishes and friends,
I dreamed a dream I dreaded to end,
But then I woke into my dream,
I dreamed I woke in a world obscene,
I dreamed a dream of violence and hate,
And once again I dreamed of fate,
I dreamed a dream of terror and fear,
I dreamed that each word went unheard,
And so children never spoke a word,
I dreamed a dream of demons and beasts,
I dreamed a dream that ended at last,
I woke in my bed and wondered if,
I dreamed a dream of dreams or if,
I dreamed a dream of truth that night,
And if so I wondered which was truth,
And which was merely a dream.
poem by Emma Wright
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Tears of Joy!
Tears of Joy!
Tears of joy I will cry for you, let my love flow eyes for all to see!
Tears of joy I will be your happiness, I will be there to erase them for you!
Tears of joy, I will be for you, through good and bad times we share!
Tears of joy I will be your shining light forever you're my burning desire!
Tears of joy I will kiss my beautiful angels face, never to let go!
Tears of joy I will hold your hand, and we will make a solid stand!
Tears of joy I will walk beside you never to be alone my dear!
poem by Sharon Kubeck
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A Cry
Cry my heart cry
And who'll wipe away your cry
Strangers are your tears
Melted with woes and fears
When'll your poor dreams
Find a way to happiness and love
When poor people's heart Desires
Will get wings to fly and sigh?
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Here Comes The Tears
Once I dreamed that love would come and sweep me up away
Now it seems lifes passed me by, Im still alone today
Here come the tears
Looks like itll always be the same
No one here to comfort me
Here come the tears
All alone, no one cares.
So much to give to you all out there.
Take me now, in your arms.
Let me rest, safe from harm.
Ohhh.... I want to be loved...
I need to be loved...
Wont somebody love me....
(solo)
Here they come, here come the tears...
Here they come, here come the tears...
Here they come, here come the tears...
Here they come, here come the tears...
Here they come, here come the tears...
Here they come, here come the tears...
Here they come, here come the tears...
Here they come, here come the tears...
Here they come, here come the tears...
Here they come, here come the tears... *
(* repeat two more times in background)
Here come the tears...
Here come the tears...
Here come the tears...
Here come the tears...
Here come the tears, ohhh
Here come the tears, ohhh
Here come the tears
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Gold digger and the Golden Goose
Though the miner digs for gold he never gets gold; only the weekend poor wage he counts with tears
And the gold runs to the tycoon.
The poor man's golden goose never lays golden eggs.
*[ According to the ancient Greek fable, the owner killed the goose to get all the gold at once.]
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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One Question One Answer
What is happiness?
Is it a feeling
And if so does it have purpose
Does it have meaning
If you do not have happiness
this feeling
How does one find it
How do you find an emotion, a feeling
is it at a certain destination,
Do you have a map
Now is happiness classified under emotion
if so is it fleeting
passing through your body like tears from crying
anger, sadness
All of which no one wishes to hold in their possesion
Is happiness a tangible jewel a present
We all wish to be happy in some way
You cant look for happiness you cant question its glory
Life wasnt scripted like a musical play
We know where there are tears and no anger or sadnesss
then those are tears of joy
Happiness
We know when we can breath and exhale the weight in our chest and dispel the anger and sorrow
You can smile and breath let go of the pain
In that is happiness that gives hope for tomorrow
Each day hard with trials that can be overcome
That cannot overtake you dont give them room too
Deal with each of them one by one
Everyone can hold, feel, find or achieve this emotion called happiness
only by knowing that life would not be life
without tears, sorrow, pain, or anger
The point is not to wallow in them but wade
Until eventually the tide descends and your making knew footprints
feeling happier
poem by Ntozake Stringfield
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My Sadness, My Depression
Sadness and depression swallows me up; brings me into its clutches, and I go willingly.
They have been my friends for so long.
I feel, I want, to cry, but no tears fall, perhaps because I have dried up for the time being.
I have cried so much, for so many days and times.
Will I ever find myself happiness,100% all the time?
Or is it going to continue this way?
Half of my life filled with some small measurement of happiness, and the other half filled with constant tears, sadness, and depression?
I want to have a normal life.
The only tears I want to shed are the tears of joy, but I fear that will never be.
What has my life become?
What have I become?
poem by Shelly Hileman
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I can never dream of God
TELL ME, GOD!
you will let me dream,
that I'l dream of a heaven
I'l never see,
that I'l dream of a hell
that has no pain.
that I'l dream that one day
that I dreamed that I wake!
TELL ME I'L DREAM
that my mother was alive!
Tell me I'l dream
there were tears in my eyes!
Tell me I'l dream
of the first light of day,
TELL ME I'L DREAM!
and I'l dream that I wake!
For, in a grave!
for the rest of my time,
In a grave! in the hell where I lie!
In a grave, where forever I'l sleep,
I'd dream of God,
..........If only I could dream
Adelaida
She's a flower in the desert
thirsting for the living water;
Her petals start to fall
with the burning sun scorching her,
the cruel sands hurting
while the wind is merely blowing.
You could see she's all alone -
a flower in the desert.
You could see her tears flowing,
making her alive -
for all those years she tried
to hide the pain she felt inside.
She never knew her tears,
sweet tears is making her alive.
Of how strong she was,
she never knew.
She watched herself as petals fell and flew -
even her broken heart fell...
but her contrite spirit cried in mighty prayer
to Him that's waiting for her prayer.
It rained. In the desert, it rained.
The once dying flower has blossomed.
With her face towards the heavens,
her thirst was quenched.
For out of her humble prayer
came the living water...
springing up unto everlasting life.
2June2011
Batac
For our investigator, Adelaida.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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We Need Some Laughter In Our Lives
We need some laughter in our lives since laughter makes us happy
I know this bloke he never smiles like baby with wet nappy
He always seems so close to tears for him I do feel pity
Financially well to do and spiritually poor many like him in this City
With a lovely school going daughter and a beautiful wife he ought to feel lighthearted
But happinness out of his life 'twould seem has long departed
A millionaire many times over his business it is thriving
But about him he has the sad look of one barely surviving
He needs some laughter in his life since by laughter he's forsaken
Without laughter happiness sleeps on and never does awaken
Materially wealthy but spiritually poor he always looks sad and lonely
But such is life as some do say and he is not the only
Wealthy person for to feel this way for him I feel some pity
For he is a poor man in some ways one of many in this City.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Qualifications Earn Economic Advantages
“who targets
poor labels;
behavioural
economics? ”
claims bluntly
emphasizes
poor are lazy
short-sighted
ivy league boys
stealing bankrolls
get off honest
workers backs
give employment;
average IQ poor
is not well below
normal accounts
not for earnings
gap education
degrees do earn
higher salaries
poem by Terence George Craddock
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