Enlightenment
Law is made for lawyers
and crimes for criminals.
Politics for politicians.
Common sense for commoners.
Friendship is made for friends,
and love for lovers.
Hate for haters.
Religion for the religious.
School is made for administrators,
and lead for leaders.
Money for the rich.
Charity for the poor.
Knowing this,
be a little of each
or fail to find perspective.
poem by Poet Dragon
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The Broad and The Narrow
When Christ started The Church He made things quite simple and clear,
However many are following Religious Leaders into ambiguity I fear.
Christ came to give us freedom through the Cross-of Salvation,
However many are following Religious Leaders on roads of damnation.
Christ told the early disciples of only one road in which to follow,
But today Religious Leaders try to make His words vain and hollow.
The only road is a narrow one, and you enter through a narrow gate,
This Truth is despised by Religious Leaders, who proclaim it is hate.
While very few find this road that leads to the only Resurrection,
A broader road is being paved by Religious Leaders to destruction.
It’s easy to get on this road through a wide gate and many are on it,
Being lead by Religious Leaders who Christ warned are false prophets.
They come to you in sheep’s clothing and appear to be pure and good,
But inwardly these Religious Leaders are darkened ferocious wolves.
In the end many will abandon the faith to follow hypocritical liars,
Lead by Religious Leaders with morals that were seared with an iron.
When you stand before The Lord, it’s only His words you will hear,
You can follow these Religious Leaders or The Lord with Holy Fear.
Will He say “Away from me” as you chose to be wicked and irreverent?
Or will you hear Him say, “Well done My fine and faithful servant”?
(Copyright © 07/2002)
Haters I Love When You Hate Me
haters i love it when they hate
they hate on me because
i look better and dress better
but why do haters hate me
haters hate me because i steal their men
and make them want me
and hate them and
that's why haters hate me
why do haters hate you
you have better things and bigger rings
fancy thing and material things well
that's why i love when haters
hate on me and
and i tell them to keep hate
hate me if you want
hate me if you might
hate me if I'm wrong
or hate me if I'm right
hate me because I'm good looking
hate me because you are not
hate me because I'm pretty
hate me because you are ugly
hate me for whatever reason
hate me with everything you got
hate me for ignoring you
hate me for not hating you
hate me for not sinking to your level
hate me every minute of everyday
hate me for being stronger than you
hate me because I'm the person you want to be
hate me because you are pitiful
hate on.......
poem by Liioona Mohie
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Hugs not Slugs
I don’t believe it, a hug,
is the way it’s supposed to be,
The lawyers and politically correct,
- they made a travesty,
For Megan Coulter.
For Middle School of Mascoutah, Illinois,
there no need for public affection,
It may result in detention,
She was giving hugs to her two friends,
She was bidding them farewell for the coming weekend.
Sam McGowen, district superintendent, was not to be rebuffed,
He stated clearly,
“the penalty is fair and that administrators in the school east of St. Louis
were following policy in the student handbook.”
Look,
At what the district is teaching their students.
The handbook states:
“Displays of affection should not occur on the school campus at any time.
It is in poor taste, reflects poor judgment,
and brings discredit to the school and to the persons involved.'
All You Need Is Love is what the song says,
Paul and John sang this melody,
Embraces are not illegal touching,
Mencia says De-De-De.
PC and lawsuits are to blame,
-for being human is never going to be same.
Better hugs not slugs.
(11-8-2007)
poem by Joe Rosochacki
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Coat Of Many Colors
(dolly parton)
Back through the years I go wondering once again
Back to the seasons of my youth
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us
And how my mamma put these rags to use
There were rags of many colours, and every piece was small
And I didnt have a coat and it was way down in the fall
Mamma sewed the rags together, sewing ever piece with love
She made my coat of many colours, that I was so proud of
As she sewed she told the story from the Bible she had read
About a coat of many colours, joseph wore and they she said
Perhaps this coat will bring you, much love and happiness
And I just couldnt wait to wear it, and mamma blessed it with a kiss
My coat of many colours that mamma made for me
Made only rags, but I wore it so proudly
Although we had no money. oh I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colours, my mamma made for me
So with patches on my breaches and holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colours, I hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing and makin fun of me
In my coat of many colours, my mamma made for me
Oh, I couldnt understand it, for I felt I was rich
And I told them of the love my mamma sewed in ever stitch
And I told them all the story, mamma told me while she sewed
And how my coat of many colours is worth more than all of their clothes
They didnt under stand it and I tried to make them see
That one is only poor only if they choose to be
Now I know we have no money, but Im as rich as I could be
In my coat of many colours, my mamma made for me
In my coat of many colours, my mamma just made for me
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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They only want love
lots of people
and lots and lots
of travelers, wayfarers
and activists and visionaries
and canvassers
and vendors
and realists and romantics
They have all asked for my love
but my constant answer is:
“No, you can’t have my love;
but you can have my money
if I can find any”
it’s the same with family and friends
strangers, neighbors, children
and relatives and enemies
eccentrics and couples
They all ask for my love
but my unwavering answer is:
“No, you can’t have my love;
but you can have my money
if I can find any”
it’s the same with strangers
and politicians and organizations
and great leaders and haloed monks
and Heavenly Saviors
and sports personalities
and charity organizers
They only want my love
but my immutable answer is:
“No, you can’t have my love;
but you can have my money
if I can find any”
The point here is
it is my task to help you see
the world is full of such
good people
They only want love
It’s never money they’re after
They only ask for my love
Never, never for my money
But still, cruel as I am,
my non-negotiable answer is:
“No, you can’t have my love;
but you can have my money
if I can find any”
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Coat Of Many Colors
back through the yearsi go wondering once again
back to the seasons of my youth
i recall a box of rags that someone gave us
and how my momma put the rags to use
there were rags of many colors and every piece was small
and i didn't have a coat and it was way down in the fall
momma sewed the rags together sewing every piece with love she made my coat of many colors that i was so proud of
as she sewed she told a story from the bible she had read
about a coat of many colors Josheph wore and then she said
perhaps this coat will bring you good luck and happiness
and i just couldn't wait to wear it and momma blessed it with a kiss
my coat of many colors that my momma made for me
made only from rags but i wore it so proudly
i know we had money but i was rich as i could be in my coat of many colors
my momma made for me
so with patches on my britiches holes in both my shoes
in my coat of many colors i hurried off to school
just to find the others laughing and a making fun of me
in my coat of many colors my momma made for me
and oh i couldn't understand for i felt i was rich
and i told them all the love my momma sewed in every stich
and i told them all the story momma told me while she sewed
and how my coat of many colors was worth more than all their clothes
but they didn't understand and i tried to make them see
one is only poor only if they choose to be
now i know we have no money but i was rich as i could be
in my coat of many colors momma made for me
made just for me
song performed by by Shania Twain
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Coat Of Many Colors
Back through the years
I go wonderin once again
Back to the seasons of my youth
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us
And how my momma put the rags to use
There were rags of many colors
Every piece was small
And I didnt have a coat
And it was way down in the fall
Momma sewed the rags together
Sewin every piece with love
She made my coat of many colors
That I was so proud of
As she sewed, she told a story
From the bible, she had read
About a coat of many colors
Joseph wore and then she said
Perhaps this coat will bring you
Good luck and happiness
And I just couldnt wait to wear it
And momma blessed it with a kiss
Chorus:
My coat of many colors
That my momma made for me
Made only from rags
But I wore it so proudly
Although we had no money
I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me
So with patches on my britches
Holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colors
I hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing
And making fun of me
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me
And oh I couldnt understand it
For I felt I was rich
And I told them of the love
My momma sewed in every stitch
And I told em all the story
Momma told me while she sewed
And how my coat of many colors
Was worth more than all their clothes
But they didnt understand it
And I tried to make them see
That one is only poor
Only if they choose to be
Now I know we had no money
But I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me
Made just for me
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Contrary to what the politicians and religious leaders would like us to believe, the world won't be made safer by creating barriers between people.
quote by Michael Palin
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(Haters) I Love It When They Hate
(haters) i love it when they hate,
they hate on me because,
i look better and dress better,
but why do haters hate,
haters hate because i still they men,
and make thing want me,
and hate them and,
thats why haters hate me,
why do haters hate you,
you have better things and bigger rings,
fancy thing and material things well,
thats why i love when haters,
hate on me and,
and i tell them to keep hate,
hate on.......
poem by Strawberri Sunset
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You've Got Everything Now
As merry as the days were long
"i am right and you are wrong"
Back at the old grey school
I would win and you would lose
But you've got everything now
You've got everything now
And what a terrible mess i've made of my life
Oh, what a mess i've made of my life
No, i've never had a job
Because i've never wanted one
I've seen you smile
But i've never heard you laugh
So who is rich and who is poor ?
I cannot say ... oh
Oh, you are your mother's only son
And you're a desperate one
Oh ...
But i don't want a lover
I just want to be seen ... oh ... in the back of your car
A friendship sadly lost ?
Well this is true ... and yet, it's false
Oh ...
But did i ever tell you, by the way ?
I never did like your face
Oh ...
But you've got everything now
You've got everything now
And what a terrible mess i've made of my life
Oh, what a mess i've made of my life
No, i've never had a job
Because i'm too shy
I've seen you smile
But i've never really heard you laugh
So who is rich and who is poor ?
I cannot say ... oh
Oh ...
You are your mother's only son
And you're a desperate one
Oh ...
But i don't want a lover
I just want to be tied ... oh ... to the back of your car
To the back of your car
To the back of your car
To the back of your car
The back of your car
The back of your car
Oh ... the back of your car
song performed by by Smiths
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Coat Of Many Colors
Back through the years
I go wandering once again
Back to the seasons of my youth
I recall the box of rags
Someone gave us
And how my mama put the rags to use
There were rags of many colors
Every piece was small
And I didnt have a coat
And it was away down in the fall
Mama sewed the rags together
So in every piece with luck
She made my coat of many colors
That I was so proud of
As she sewed, she told a story
From the Bible she had read
About a coat of many colors joseph wore
And then she said,
Perhaps this coat
Will bring you good luck and happiness
And I just couldnt wait to wear it
And my mama blessed it with a kiss
My coat of many colors
That my mama made for me
Made only from rags
That I wore it so proudly
Although we had no money
Well, I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
I hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing
And making fun of me
In my coat of many colors
My mama made for me
And no, I couldnt understand it
For I felt I was rich
And I told them all the story
Mama told me while she sewed
And how my coat of many colors
Was worth more than all their clothes
But they didnt understand it
And I tried to make them see
But one is only poor
Only if he chooses to be.
Now I know we had no money
In my coat of many colors
My mama made for me
Made just for me
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Politicians - (Villanelle)
the politicians make their plans
while lawyers all review their cases
and corporate money changes hands
make policies for foreign lands
as media promotes their faces
the politicians make their plans
in words nobody understands
speeches made from well known places
and corporate money changes hands
while noisy crowds and marching bands
assemble in our public spaces
the politicians make their plans
and as the voter base expands
pollsters all predict the races
and corporate money changes hands
keep kissing babies, greeting fans
phony handshakes, false embraces
the politicians make their plans
and corporate money changes hands
poem by Charlie Parant
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Love said.. a paraphrase of a study group on Love
Love said,
I made you
Your body was conceived in love.
Your mind was conceived in love.
Your spirit was conceived in love.
I made your body to stand,
to walk, to dance, to make love
in love.
I made your senses
to touch love, to taste love,
to see love, to find space in love,
to hear love, everywhere
for I made everywhere
I made your mind
to know love’s substance
which no alteration finds,
to know the flow of love,
the fire of love, love in the air,
to hear what love speaks;
to know love in your reason,
to reason love;
to know why love is everywhere;
to know how to find love in hate;
to know why justice, mercy, grace, are love;
to know love in surrender;
to know how love turns faith to love;
to know love’s play in love’s creation;
to know that love is always now;
to know love's neighbour is yourself;
and when least visible,
to know love frees and balances;
to know why all seek love.
I made your spirit and your heart,
I made your very self
as every self
to be Myself; to show Myself;
Love said
I made you.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Man Of Me
Well, High School got me educated,
Still went and graduated,
I didn't have a clue
Did a stint in the Navy,
They did their best to break me,
Somehow made it through,
I've had some hard knocks
I've been around the block
But baby I believe
That Lovin you made a man of me
Raisin' hell, racing cars,
Closin' down the local bars,
That's what I used to do
Family told me settle down,
Find yourself some solid ground,
Where you can put down some roots
Back then I thought love
Was only sissy stuff
Now I see that
That lovin you made a man of me
That lovin you made a man of me
I don't know what it is you do
But every time I'm holdin you
I know my heart is sworn
I'm the one you lean on
Got to be strong
It ain't just about me anymore
Well Goodbye to my blind immaturity
Lovin' you made a man of me
Made a man of me
Made a man of me
I'd still be only
Lost and lonely
As a boy can be
Can't you see
Lovin' you made a man of me
Lovin' you made a man of me
Made a man of me
Made a man of me
song performed by by Gary Allan
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What I Hate
i hate bitchez
i hate school
i hate annoying people...
i hate fighting
i hate drama
i hate doing crimes..
i hate myself for every mistake i made.
i hate being bad
i hate showing off...
i hate when people make fun of me
call me names
hit me
push me
and do bad things.
i hate bullies
and the number one thing i hate is life.
i hate being sad because it only tears me down.
i want to go awy and never come back
and explore a real beautiful life experience.
i want to be perfect.
poem by Ryann Holland
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Not Rich In Money
I may not be rich in money but I'm rich of happiness
I don't care about money
Why?
Money can't buy everything, especially feelings
Money can't last forever
I'm happy even though I'm not rich
I have a good life, I have wonderful friends and families, and most of all: I am loved and cared
Being loved and cared is far better than having money
What will you choose?
Money or friendship and love?
I am grateful for all the things God gave me
Money doesn't matter
So what if you have a lot of money
But do you feel happy?
Being happy is more important than money
Why?
Because if you're not happy... it's hard to heal unhappiness as time goes by
I am happy as long as my family and friends care about me
I am happy to have such wonderful friends and family that supports me everyday
I am happy
Even if I'm poor... but I'm happy because my family and friends fill my heart with laughters, jokes, and smile in which all the burdens and stress flows away like the wind
Being poor is good though
You see poor people that are happy
Because they have each other
You can do anything with each other and do anything together
I am thankful God...
Thank you forgiving me such a wonderful life with the best friends and family in the world
Thank you for making me feel happiness everyday
Thank you God, for supoorting me, my family, and my friends
Thank you God, for protecting everybody in this world. Even you.
I hate everything about you.
I hate those who lie
I hate you
I hate your lies.
I do not know you
I hate you
I hate everything about,
You
I hate that you say you,
Care but you don't.
I hate you.
I hate for using me
I hate everything you,
Said.
I hate your voice
I hate yor looks.
I hate you.
I hate when you're,
Mad and take it out,
On me.
I hate the way you,
Talk to me
I hate the way you,
Make me feel.
I hate you.
I hate you for lying
I hate how you say,
You love me.
I hate you for treating,
Me soo cold
I hate you for who you,
made me.
I hate you.
I hate that you fooled,
Me
I hate the way you,
Stay down low.
I hate the way you,
Made me feel
I hate that you hurt,
Me.
I hate you.
I hate you blamed it,
All on me
I hate everything you,
Do to me.
I hate you for all your lies,
And broken promises
I hate the way I met you.
I wish I never Did.
I hate you with all of my,
Being.
I HATE YOU.
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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Ewe
One little ewe lamb was walking along the street,
But two types people do live on this earth;
And i made up my mind to walk closer and look,
For the rich and the poor were there too.
Oh! I saw the little ewe lamb;
And like the poor man's sorrow and the rich man's laughter,
But let us lead this little ewe lamb to find its way home.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Rich And Famous
This is the rags to riches story
Of the insane clown posse
Mancow made us rich and famous
Whole world hate us, mancow played us
Now look at us, platinum status
We owe it all to mancow
I've violent j and i'm rich like rush limbaugh is fat imagine that
First, mancow put us on the air
And everybody jumped on our wagons right there
Mancow's been down with the clown
Since kurt cobain's head was still around
I won't forget how i made my bread
Cause i remember we was like john denver, hehe...dead
Back then i thought i was the bomb
I couldn't even sell a tape to my own mom
I was broke, dinner was grain and rye
Now i sit with chilled faygo in a phat ride
And at shows i sold out nightly
On top of that i think erma likes me
Mickey mouse we ain't goin no place
So bitch get used to my ugly face, c'mon
Shaggs 2 dope and i'm a high school drop out
Convicted felon, i don't mind tellin
You hear my lyrics and you hate my guts
But i got a million bucks and you don't
I don't even make sense when i rap
Bllll skkkee skkkaaa how you like that?
Soon as mancow hit the switch
Next thing you know we got rich, uhh
Mancow made us rich and famous
Whole world hate us, mancow played us
Now look at us, platinum status
We owe it all to mancow
song performed by by Insane Clown Posse
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Man Have Killed His God
Tho' I did not walk
With Ajax d'greater
Nor Ajax d'Lesser,
And I know also
I did not feature
In the Iliad of Homer.
But if today you call me
Benjamin the greater
My name you would've
made brighter
'Because tomorrow you
might never
Find anther Benjamin better.
.
This poem I had written
In a cold weather,
And my girl,
She would make me feel better,
But to Church she had gone
With her grandfather.
.
Gone are days, religion
Was near to God.
Today, hell had taken
Over the Church
And pastors now rule
The billboards.
.
When Lucifer
Was cast to earth
He made his Hell
With a legion of
Demons by his side.
If there were to be no Christ,
Right by our side,
Who else would bring us light?
.
Leaders today
Mind what you say,
Tomorrow there
Might be no state,
Just Lucifer, Hell,
And your fate.
These are the things
You cannot escape.
.
Lost are days, there
Was faith in religion,
In heart and actions,
Man have killed his God.
.
Where is the love from
Which our world was made?
Yet we die, and lie in state.
.
Oh mighty Lord! God
Of the Abrahamic Religion,
Today your world is ruled by hate,
Once again we plead,
Bring Christ to our aid.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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