We Are Many
Of the many men whom I am, whom we are,
I cannot settle on a single one.
They are lost to me under the cover of clothing
They have departed for another city.
When everything seems to be set
to show me off as a man of intelligence,
the fool I keep concealed on my person
takes over my talk and occupies my mouth.
On other occasions, I am dozing in the midst
of people of some distinction,
and when I summon my courageous self,
a coward completely unknown to me
swaddles my poor skeleton
in a thousand tiny reservations.
When a stately home bursts into flames,
instead of the fireman I summon,
an arsonist bursts on the scene,
and he is I. There is nothing I can do.
What must I do to distinguish myself?
How can I put myself together?
All the books I read
lionize dazzling hero figures,
brimming with self-assurance.
I die with envy of them;
and, in films where bullets fly on the wind,
I am left in envy of the cowboys,
left admiring even the horses.
But when I call upon my DASHING BEING,
out comes the same OLD LAZY SELF,
and so I never know just WHO I AM,
nor how many I am, nor WHO WE WILL BE BEING.
I would like to be able to touch a bell
and call up my real self, the truly me,
because if I really need my proper self,
I must not allow myself to disappear.
While I am writing, I am far away;
and when I come back, I have already left.
I should like to see if the same thing happens
to other people as it does to me,
to see if as many people are as I am,
and if they seem the same way to themselves.
When this problem has been thoroughly explored,
I am going to school myself so well in things
that, when I try to explain my problems,
I shall speak, not of self, but of geography.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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The Fireman
They call me the fireman
Thats my name
Makin my rounds all over town
Puttin out old flames
Well everybodyd like to have what Ive got
I can cool em down while theyre smolderin hot
Im the fireman
Thats my name
Last night they had a bad one a mile or two down the road
Well my buddy walked out and left this woman burnin out of control
Well I was down there in bout an hour or so
With a little mouth to mouth she was ready to go
Im the fireman thats my name
They call me the fireman
Thats my name
Makin my rounds all over town puttin out all flames
Well everybodyd like to have what Ive got
I can cool em down while theyre smolderin hot
Im the fireman thats my name...burn em up
Ive got fire-engine red t-bird automobile
In a minute or less I can be dressed fit to kill
I work twenty-four on and twenty-four off
When they get too hot, they just give me a call
Im the fireman, thats my name
They call me the fireman, thats my name
Makin my rounds all over town puttin out old flames
Well everybodyd like to have what Ive got
I can cool em down while theyre smolderin hot
Im the fireman, thats my name
They call me the fireman
Thats my name.
song performed by by George Strait
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(Political Poem) Another Label
When I think of politicians
Their is only two kind evil and lesser evil.
Hit them at their homes the pretentious man says.
We will get the support of the people.
Not that we really need it.
Let them know their not alone.
Call it left, Call it from the right
Subliminal advertisement is just not right.
With hate I turn off my t.v.
For I just don't want see.
We say but that is of the real world.
I say go outside look around you.
Those people traveling in their cars.
Those people walking into the bar
Their are your fellow man.
Show them you care by saying no to these man in their suits and ties.
Hey man I just spend 1000 dollars on cloths I shall only wear for a day.
To throw away, or sell.
What the hell.
That would be my thoughts.
I have not one pair of clothing that I only worn once.
The cameras surround them like and actor their famous.
Should the famous be the ones who lead.
It takes a lot of greed
To be seen by the media as a fable.
Just another label.
Here's mine WE KNOW! ! !
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Stories of.....
Courageous and fearful
are two similar things
though one has the spirit
to see what “action” brings.
Both of them are scared
there’s no denying that,
its’s just that one is controlled
and one beats it right back
Now this one may be killed,
maimed, or disabled
Though who is the “hero”
when you’re reading the fable?
It’s the hero who’s brave,
while the coward stay back.
It’s our hero who prevails
and often attacks
these monsters of evil,
these beings of harm.
And it’s often the coward
who raises alarm,
to summon the heroes
to come in good speed
While the hero prevails,
courageous is he!
And he will return
to good women, good will,
ro glory and riches............
unless he gets killed.
The decision is yours,
not that of the writer.
Do you run from this witch
or turn around to fight her?
Do you return to “glory”
and the respect of many
or were you hiding from courage
and never received any?
The story is yours,
you can write your own book.
You can fashion your hero
by the chances he took.
Or you can hold back
and stay well and alive.
While they looked for trouble,
you looked to hide.
But in all fairness,
many stories are told
of cowards who hid,
and grew rich and grew old.
And those cowards died
a nice, peaceful death,
dying in their beds
far from dragon’s breath.
So after writing this,
to be a fearing or courageous guy
ultimately lies in
how you’re looking to die. .
poem by Chris Weersing
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Home:
Home…
Home is where you were born.
Home is where you were raised,
Home is were you grew up,
Home was what had shaped you,
Home is what gave you your foundation
And what help you grow into something amazing,
Home is what you left behind to become something bigger,
Home is what you remember many years after leaving,
Home is what you become missing for,
Home is where you crave to be when you're done with you adventures,
Even thought you left home, for another place,
Home has never left,
It's still there,
On the same old street,
With the same old lawn,
With the same old people,
Just waiting there,
For you and only you,
It is there for you and only you,
Because with out it,
Without a home,
You wouldn't have a place to go back to,
A place was you can call your own..well, home...
poem by Sherry Painter
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She Was My Hero
My Hero
I used to call her my hero.
now she is my zero.
she had big dreams then she
threw them away.
The one that could take a punch
from the one was supposed
to love us most.She was the one
that would fall and get
rite back up even if life was hell.
The one i used to call
My Hero was the one i looked up to
most in my life. She was there
when my dad left.When my mom relapsed
again. But the sad thing is was
she was'nt there when i needed her
most. I use to call her
My Hero.Now all she is to me is my ZERO.
poem by Destiny Vancil
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Where Did They Go?
Shocking I do not have
a single one of my original
friends left.
And I want
some of them
back now.
First we left school
and went off to work.
Then we went off to
other jobs or other places.
I do not even know
where most of them are now?
I guess that's why people
have so many old school reunions.
I guess that's why more people
former pupils go to later reunions.
Childhood friends...
It gets really
common
for old friends
to lose touch
even for years!
It gets really
common
to lose touch
forever!
It gets really
common
for old friends
to start dying
one by one!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Like A Law Maker
Rain and sunshine,
Words and wisdom;
Watch the mouths of people when they do talk.
I have what it takes to tickle your mind,
Like a man who twists his lips to the right when he talks;
A word to the wise,
A poem to the masses,
Like a woman who twists her lips to the left when she talks;
I have what it takes to touch your heart.
Many have their lips directed to you when they talk,
To turn to the left and to the right at times;
Take a look,
Take a watch,
Swing it to the right or to the left to make a speech.
I am sending my information to you,
I am sharing my views with you,
I am writing my poems to you,
And i am educating many;
In aspeech like a law maker to many,
Like the land of total misty fog.
To the planetary life by humanity,
Life is full of joy and pain;
To the works of my mind to touch many,
There are fantasies to meet in this world at times;
Yes, the human mind can do many things.
Are you overtaken by what you did some years ago? !
We should always learn from our mistakes;
Don't you know that,
What you don't know can hurt you?
Like a common desire to the people around you.
If you doubt it, always do cheek;
If you are in love, always do say it;
Like the twisted lips of us all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The People's World
people are good;
people are bad;
people are happy;
people are sad;
people are near;
people are far;
people are true;
people are blue;
people are white;
people are right;
people are silent;
people are violent;
people can throw;
people can grow;
people can share;
people can care;
people can unite;
people can divide;
people can fool;
people can rule;
people can trust;
people are worst;
don't think i became mad.... what ever i wrote is very common things known about people but what i want to show is that i cannot describe everything about the people as it is impossible in the same way it is impossible to understand and make every person happy around us that's it.got it!
poem by Fahmina Arjumand Misha
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Lazy People
Lazy is as lazy does,
Which is do nothing really,
Coz Lazy is as always does,
Make us do nothing freely.
Lazy people are no crazy people.
Lazy people are truly smart people.
Fast tricks, short fix type of people.
So Lazy has it's good and bad,
Are you lazy? Ask your Dad.
We have our lazy days,
We have our lazy ways.
Do you qualify the breed?
Bring your eyes to feed,
On lazy poems, read.
Left Community
they say you broke the law
they said you were against God
no place for the lefties
no place for the different road
join us or leave us
enemy but not a friend
seems it was my mistake
or seems I'm the one who made
look to the mirror
for God's sake look to the mirror
the left is right and differents are same
and what seems right is just left
do you call it wrong for the same
but seems no reasons are left
from right to left
and from left they write
by God's creation that it was
and what it was seems what's right
look to the mirror
for God's sake look to the mirror
the left is right and differents are same
and what seems right is just left
do you call it wrong for the same
but seems no reasons are left
but while thought is running
and people are accusing
by the name of law they're calling
yes a leftie for law is breaking
and to all of you I say...
look to the mirror
for God's sake look to the mirror
the left is right and differents are same
and what seems right is just left
do you call it wrong for the same
but seems no reasons are left
poem by Taher Shemaly
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Your Mistake
Hello again
I guess you're in trouble
You pretend that nothing's wrong
You call me up
When you've got a problem
Silence when the problems gone
You think I'm so easy
But you're never further from the truth
Every time it rings
I know it's you
There's nothing left to say
This torch has burned away
You took too long I could not wait
I do believe there's nothing left to say
All your life
So much attention
A camera flash and you turn your head
I'll tell you now
Would it make any difference
You never listened to a word I said
Always there when you need me
But you're never here when I need you
I can't be your friend
'cos I want to be your fool
There's nothing left to say
This ship has long since sailed away
I picked up my pride and I'm on my way
I believe there's nothing left to say
Except - It's your mistake
It's your mistake
song performed by by Johnny Hates Jazz
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World of oxigen
People talk, why should we care for that?
People cry, why should we spend our time in regret?
Because people talk every day,
And people will cry any way,
And we are people,
we shouldn't care or regret,
and we shouldn't criticize who we don't know.
We shouldn't talk behind their back,
Why can't we let go?
Why can't we do that?
People multiply,
People cry,
People fall,
People try..
People breathe the same air,
we can't we be one? for that let's care.
In a world of hate, envy, lust and love.
All in the world of oxigen.
In a world of greed where we can't get enough.
In a world of mistakes as we are humanbeings.
In a world of heartbreaks.
In a world of a lot of things to think of.
In a world we are not forgiven,
we hate the life we are living.
So, people let people be
And people let people see
That eventually,
we can share a dream,
As people in a world of oxigen....
Some Took The Words Away
Poor head
Can hardly move my lips for speaking
I said
So, what is this thing I cannot explain?
I'd blame all the things I feel but can't quite place
Perhaps they're written on my face
Someone took the words away
Why don't you speak up and say what you mean?
Summon my powers of conversation
I talk to myself,
I'm fine
When you're around,
Then I decline the invitation
It's strange to finally find myself so tongue-tied
A change has come over me
I'm powerless to express
Every thing I know but cannot speak
And if I try my voice will break
Someone took the words away
Someone took the words away
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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The Men
I'm Ramón González Barbagelata from anywhere,
from Cucuy, from Paraná, from Rio Turbio, from Oruro,
from Maracaibo, from Parral, from Ovalle, from Loconmilla,
I'm the poor devil from the poor Third World,
I'm the third-class passenger installed, good God!
in the lavish whiteness of snow-covered mountains,
concealed among orchids of subtle idiosyncrasy.
I've arrived at this famous year 20000, and what do I get?
With what do I scratch myself?� What do I have to do with
the three glorious zeros that flaunt themselves
over my very own zero, my own non-existence?
Pity that brave heart awaiting its call
or the man enfolded by warmer love,
nothing's left today except my flimsy skeleton,
my eyes unhinged, confronting the era's beginning.
The era's beginning: are these ruined shacks,
these poor schools, these people still in rags and tatters,
this cloddish insecurity of my poor families,
is all this the day? the century's beginning, the golden door?
Well, enough said, I, at least, discreet,
as in office, patched and pensive,
I proclaim the redundancy of the inaugural:
I've arrived here with all my baggage,
bad luck and worse jobs,
misery always waiting with open arms,
the mobilization of people piled up on top of each other,
and the manifold geography of hunger.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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Too Impatient to Explain the Basics
To those who say,
They have no time to utilize...
That which provides a convenience in their lives.
Are finding a way to say,
They are too lazy to updat their minds.
Will eventually discover they have been left behind,
By those too impatient to explain the basics.
Keep up the pace,
That's all it takes.
And those little things people hold in their hands.
What are they called again?
You know...
Those little things folks hold to their ears,
And talk?
I recently saw that as I walked.
'Cellphones? ? ? '
Wow!
What progress.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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None More Selfish Than I
Some humans are such selfish creatures and none more selfish than I
The World revolves around me and praise of self I do enjoy
Some call it self survival or call it what you may
And meanwhile people dying of hunger every day.
I've never known what it feels like to be hungry or known of hunger pain
Yet of my poor existence I often do complain
So many poor and oppressed people would envy one like me
It surely can be a relative thing when one talks of poverty.
I meet so many selfish people who for themselves only care
Of the sufferings of others they don't even seem to care
As well as self centred they are ignorant and without thinking they say
That poverty is self inflicted in the World of today.
I may be a selfish bugger but in that I'm not alone
And I am one not without sin so I can't cast the stone
I feel that the World revolves around me how selfish can one be
And only the best of people are blessed with the gift of empathy.
poem by Francis Duggan
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People People
People, people wherever you are
Wake and listen
It wont take long
People, people wherever you are
Father wants to hear from you all
Its a shame but its no tragedy
Youve been gone much too long
Cant you see running scared
Please come back to me
Dieux vouis appelle
Callin
People, people wherever you are
Wake and listen
It wont take long
People, people wherever you are
Father wants to hear from all you
Its a shame but its no tragedy
Youve been gone much too long
Cant you see running scared
Theres still time to get in touch
With me
Dieux vouis appelle
This bulletin just in
Another story of a run-away child
Whose anguished father wants her
Back home
If anyone has any information
Regarding her whereabouts
Please call this emergency number
432-8360
She contemplates just for a moment
She turns again to get it straight
Takes the phone and dials
The number
Just in time to hear him say
Its a shame but its no tragedy
Youve been gone much too long
Cant you see running scared
Please come back to me
Call people please call
People please call
People please call
People please call
People please call me
Ooh call me
Dieux vouis appelle
People, people wherever you are
Father wants you to give him a call
People, people wherever you are
Wake and listen it wont take long
People, people wherever you are
Father wants you to give him a call
song performed by by Donna Summer
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They Are The Ones That Others Envy
I have issues with people who leave people...
Begging on the streets with nothing to eat.
Or treat others like they're not even human equals.
And then look disgusted like they are diseased
No human being can teach a cat hygiene.
Nor can you teach a grown up to be clean.
Nobody should be teaching who to respect.
That should be a given and not a pick to peck.
I have issues with the snots with turned up noses.
As if they have scents of champion roses.
Ooo I can't believe these people are the ones who stink.
And-they-believe,
They are the ones that others envy?
Who made them runner up for fresh sainthoods?
Who showed them evilness was anything good?
Who gave them rights to think they beam like light?
And who told them they approve the Sun that rises high!
Yes I have issues with the snots with turned up noses.
As if they have scents of champion roses.
Ooo I can't believe these people are the ones who stink.
And-they-believe,
They are the ones that others envy?
They believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
And they believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
They believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
And they believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
I have issues with the snots with turned up noses.
And they believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
I have issues with the snots with turned up noses.
And they believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
And they believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
And they believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On The Front Line
I am a fireman here at home
And I put my life on the front line everyday
To save the people from burning buildings
Or from car accidents
Someday I am very lucky because I am able to save people from burning
Buildings and car accidents
But other days I am not so lucky because it depends where the fire is on The building
Sometimes I have to climb all the way to the top of the buildings
Very fast to save the people from the burning buildings here at home
Other times the fire on the buildings happened on the lower floor
Yes there had been times that I could not save the people from the
Buildings here at home because the buildings here at home had been Engulfed with smoke and all the people that live there died
Yes that was a very bad scene to see
At the end of the night I go home for my kids and my wife
When I arrive home my kids and my wife are already sleeping in bed
I don't have very much time to spend with my children
Because of my work
I don't enjoy being a fireman but the pay is good
So I don't have anything to complain about
I never talk about my work at home
At home I talk about different things to my wife and kids
But I know that my day starts very early everyday
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Call Of The Wild
In this last and final hour, you cant hide
Theres nowhere now that you can run
All eyes are on you, like a lost eternal light
Princes and kings, demons with wings
Summon your fears from hell
Its the call of the wild calling you
In this last macabre hour, witches cry
And turn to dust before the moon
Many spirits are lost forever, but one survives
To call the tune of lucifer
Its the call of the wild calling you
Hero, only in the grave are there no dreams
Hero, dont beleive in fate, it aint what it seems
All you gotta do now is stay free
Youre the one they turn to when hell screams
Fear of the devil has no place among the brave
Faced with pain, theres a battle to be won
All eyes are on you, like a lost eternal light
Princes and kings, demons with wings
Summon your fears from hell
Its the call of the wild calling you
Hero, only in the grave are there no dreams
Hero, dont beleive in fate, it aint what it seems
Hero, only in the grave are there no dreams
Hero, dont beleive in fate, it aint what it seems
Hero, you got the fear of the devil burning your soul
Hero, its the call of the wild
Hero, tearing your soul
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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