The Fount of my Emotions
The sailing clouds in the sky
make me sail along with them.
The burst and shine of colourful flowers
make my face too gleam with them.
The flowing perennial rivers
attract my heart to flow with them.
The saddest catching songs
take me into a realm of sorrow.
The laughing innocent children
make me laugh aloud till tears slip from eyes.
I am to the fore with positive advice
to heal the injured souls.
I weep within failing to save my friends
who groan under a heavy burden of debts.
I beg to God not to empty my purse
when the beggars come to me with hope.
Grief strikes me seeing the wounded mothers
hurtle towards safety to save their kids in war-fields.
I mourn for the suicide bombers
fighting for a smaller free homeland
when the whole earth is open to them.
I smile at the charms the heaven’s charity
not with the guiles to spoil.
“Where is the fount of all these emotions? ”
When this question darted into my mind,
there was the glimpse of that face seen first in life.
----------- 12.01.2012
poem by Rajendran Muthiah

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Grief
When friends have gone, memories shall not,
Be unkind as the fragrant flowers that fade,
With vast images moving hands and foot,
And sinking through into where grief reside.
Within the mind, emotions overwhelm and define,
Streams moving slowly in pitiless winding flow,
And take each dropp of darkness beyond time,
To heal under rainy clouds made of sorrow.
Passing the source illusion of heart has taken,
The loved given to all; and love left alone,
In clouds that took sorrow could not be awaken,
To signs of grieving until grieving is done.
Then feelings awake to cope with the pain,
Having patiently waited for the release day,
When joy resonate will come resolute again,
And grief floats in the clouds away.
If there be swords that tears the heart open,
And leave bitter scares of inescapable reality,
To numb the existence of human being,
It is the vulnerability of grief in our society.
poem by Gerry Legister

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The Sunderland Calamity
'Twas in the town of Sunderland, and in the year of 1883,
That about 200 children were launch'd into eternity
While witnessing an entertainment in Victoria Hall,
While they, poor little innocents, to God for help did call.
The entertainment consisted of conjuring, and the ghost illusion play,
Also talking waxworks, and living marionettes, and given by Mr. Fay;
And on this occasion, presents were to be given away,
But in their anxiety of getting presents they wouldn't brook delay,
And that is the reason why so many lives have been taken away;
But I hope their precious souls are in heaven to-day.
As soon as the children began to suspect
That they would lose their presents by neglect,
They rush'd from the gallery, and ran down the stairs pell-mell,
And trampled one another to death, according as they fell.
As soon as the catastrophe became known throughout the boro'
The people's hearts were brim-full of sorrow,
And parents rush'd to the Hall terror-stricken and wild,
And each one was anxious to find their own child.
Oh! it must have been a most horrible sight
To see the dear little children struggling with all their might
To get out at the door at the foot of the stair,
While one brave little boy did repeat the Lord's Prayer.
The innocent children were buried seven or eight layers deep,
The sight was heart-rending and enough to make one weep;
It was a most affecting spectacle and frightful to behold
The corpse of a little boy not above four years old,
Who had on a top-coat much too big for him,
And his little innocent face was white and grim,
And appearing to be simply in a calm sleep-
The sight was enough to make one's flesh to creep.
The scene in the Hall was heart-sickening to behold,
And enough to make one's blood run cold.
To see the children's faces, blackened, that were trampled to death,
And their parents lamenting o'er them with bated breath.
Oh! it was most lamentable for to hear
The cries of the mothers for their children dear;
And many mothers swooned in grief away
At the sight of their dead children in grim array.
There was a parent took home a boy by mistake,
And after arriving there his heart was like to break
When it was found to be the body of a neighbour's child;
The parent stood aghast and was like to go wild.
A man and his wife rush'd madly in the Hall,
And loudly in grief on their children they did call,
And the man searched for his children among the dead
Seemingly without the least fear or dread.
And with his finger pointing he cried. "That's one! two!
Oh! heaven above, what shall I do;"
And still he kept walking on and murmuring very low.
Until he came to the last child in the row;
Then he cried, "Good God! all my family gone
And now I am left to mourn alone;"
And staggering back he cried, "Give me water, give me water!"
While his heart was like to break and his teeth seem'd to chatter.
Oh, heaven! it must have been most pitiful to see
Fathers with their dead children upon their knee
While the blood ran copiously from their mouths and ears
And their parents shedding o'er them hot burning tears.
I hope the Lord will comfort their parents by night and by day,
For He gives us life and He takes it away,
Therefore I hope their parents will put their trust in Him,
Because to weep for the dead it is a sin.
Her Majesty's grief for the bereaved parents has been profound,
And I'm glad to see that she has sent them £50;
And I hope from all parts of the world will flow relief
To aid and comfort the bereaved parents in their grief.
poem by William Topaz McGonagall

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Shine
everyone knows
that im 10 feet under
til you come along and brighten my day
everyone knows that you killed the thunder
roaring in my brain
is giving me the strength
to see right thru the haze
shine come on and let it shine
light me up make me feel alive
you got what it takes
shine for me today
shine and only you know how
to lift my spirit off the ground
and chase those clouds away
shine on me today
when everythings wrong
i just pick the phone up
the sound of your voice
well it feels my eyes
with tears of joy because i know you'll be there
when im hangin by a thread
your my heaven sent
shine come on and let it shine
light me up make me feel alive
you got what it takes
shine for me today
shine only you know how
to lift my spirit off the ground
and chase those clouds away
and you have this way of makin me feel like i can fly
you underneath my wings
so i dont free fall out of the sky
your always there to save me
ya know you save me
shine come on and let it shine
light me up make me feel alive
you got what it takes
shine for me today
shine only you know how
to lift my spirit off the ground
and chase those clouds away
shine on me today
come on and shine
shine on me shine on me
shine
shine
shine
shine on me today
everyone knows that im 10 feet under
right in my world
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My Hands
my hands have ten rivers
there are furrows of sorrows in the destiny of my palms
no mountain peaks to view the world
holistically,
my hands have ten crystal clear ponds
my hands mirror my face
my hands surrender
my hands open
they are all yours too and you are so cruel
you are telling me like you detest me in the residence of your full moon
you do not need rivers, you had enough of my surrender, you are ashamed
of open hands, you touch me and then you make a plea
'please close your hands and with your ten rivers, please sail away from me! '
i know what a full moon is. I too had enough of its light and silence.
i have the nerves of the stars, and i know what sailing away means.
let me thank you for your dark skies, your clouds are too heavy for me.
i am raining tears, too salty for my ten rivers.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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Psalm 90 part 3
v.13ff
C. M.
Breathing after heaven.
Return, O God of love, return;
Earth is a tiresome place:
How long shall we, thy children, mourn
Our absence from thy face?
Let heav'n succeed our painful years,
Let sin and sorrow cease,
And in proportion to our tears
So make our joys increase.
Thy wonders to thy servants show,
Make thy own work complete;
Then shall our souls thy glory know,
And own thy love was great.
Then shall we shine before thy throne
In all thy beauty, Lord;
And the poor service we have done
Meet a Divine reward.
poem by Isaac Watts

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My world is beautiful!
My world is beautiful,
My worlds are beautiful,
Always it will,
Life is full of Nature's bounties
My sweet mother caress and
cares me,
Me and my friends, We look beautiful with what she
gave us,
We make our world happy and
beautiful,
Not worrying,
what she didn't give! I and my friends play hide and
seek,
Colourful butterfly,
Hide behind Flowers,
How thrilling to find these flying
flowers, butterflies dancing to my Heart's silent song! Flowers filling perfume to air,
Adding colours to life,
Shining Sun make them bright,
Lonesome dove sings at dawn,
Goodmorning dear,
Wake up and look at the world, sailing clouds say,
' have a nice day'
Gentle breeze keeping us cool,
Plants swing to my silent song! Flowers smiling in my lap,
Filling my heart with joy,
Dove fly around me and sings in
ears,
Look at smiling innocent flowers,
They smile at you, Though you kill them,
Separating their mother,
Listen to silent cry of plants,
Silent mourning of butterflies,
Can't you mourn,
yes now I am mourning and my heart weeps at death of smiling
flowers! Taking oath in presence of my
friends,
'Never will I kill flowers '!
my days will be more happy and
nice,
With playful smile of flowers!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar

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Tearful Mothers!
I shed tears for the mothers
Who have borne sons to fight than to flight
and march ahead to be burnt by the raining bombs
for earning wages and posthumous medals
but swearing love for their nation.
I shed tears for the wombs
which carried these mindless suicide bombers
who do not think that their Almighty
never wants the sacrifice of their lives
but a change of mind
to fit into this secular modern world.
I shed tears for the weeping mothers
who cry for medicine for their injured kids
being caught between two teams of beasts
which maim universal values
of keeping people of all races together.
I shed tears for the unfortunate mothers
who bore Bush, Blair and Saddham.
The first two aggressors don’t have respect
for the World Body and justify the killing
of innocent people to drive out a dictator.
And the third shouts holy war
to lure the religious diehards,
assuring them places in unseen heaven
while reserving the royal palace for himself on the earth.
The mothers who deliver
maladies afflicting the people
need no praise.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah

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Baby...
Baby, can bring you a heaven sent joy.
Baby, , , can cause you to weep, tears of rain.
Baby...can fill you with pride, like no other.
Baby...will bring you tenderness, beyond description.
Is there anything, that can compare, to being with
baby...in a quiet moment.?
My, how the love does flow, as one holds their baby.
Baby, who can have you make a fool of yourself, as
contort your face, to make them laugh.
And have you ever noticed yourself, speaking baby
talk...better than your baby?
Baby, who by their mere glimpse, can bring you
running, crying...laughing at the world.
Baby, a true miracle of innocence, in a chaotic world.
Baby, seems to justify our being...our life.
Baby...Baby...Baby...what would we do without them?
Baby...they undesputable proof, that God is at work.
Only A Baby Can...
Baby, can bring you a heaven sent joy.
Baby, , , can cause you to weep, tears of rain.
Baby...can fill you with pride, like no other.
Baby...will bring you tenderness, beyond description.
Is there anything, that can compare, to being with
baby...in a quiet moment.?
My, how the love does flow, as one holds their baby.
Baby, who can have you make a fool of yourself, as
contort your face, to make them laugh.
And have you ever noticed yourself, speaking baby
talk...better than your baby?
Baby, who by their mere glimpse, can bring you
running, crying...laughing at the world.
Baby, a true miracle of innocence, in a chaotic world.
Baby, seems to justify our being...our life.
Baby...Baby...Baby...what would we do without them?
Baby...they undesputable proof, that God is at work.
A Bundle Of Joy...
Baby, can bring you a heaven sent joy.
Baby, , , can cause you to weep, tears of rain.
Baby...can fill you with pride, like no other.
Baby...will bring you tenderness, beyond description.
Is there anything, that can compare, to being with
baby...in a quiet moment.?
My, how the love does flow, as one holds their baby.
Baby, who can have you make a fool of yourself, as
contort your face, to make them laugh.
And have you ever noticed yourself, speaking baby
talk...better than your baby?
Baby, who by their mere glimpse, can bring you
running, crying...laughing at the world.
Baby, a true miracle of innocence, in a chaotic world.
Baby, seems to justify our being...our life.
Baby...Baby...Baby...what would we do without them?
Baby...the real proof, that God is at work.
Weep Holes
Don't take us for the wall itself
For when the earthen plank behind the wall
Gets soaked through
We'll let the sorrow of burdonsome wetness
Flow through us
The soil sucks the trees' roots till now
Till now the sorrow of waters
hasn't reached the earthen plank behind the walls
Earth has not seen the woebegone face of the sky
The wall hasn't learnt to shed tears
Wind even now expects to blow the leaves away
Empty polythene bags sputter on roads
That never had trees planted on sides
People drink blood of their own climes
And grow like germs
Bonfire conflagrations ignite every where
Smoke has turned the flowers black
Butterflies' wings look ashen
The dream's face will bend under pressure
And break into smithereens
Let the moisture come!
Let the clouds of pains burst!
Let the sky's sorrow descend to the earth!
Don't consider us the wall itself
Don't think we're but worthless
For when the earthen plank behind the wall
Gets soaked
We'll be there to let the sorrow
Of burdensome wetness
flow through us
Look! Our eyes do not have tears
But the mud of our dreams.
(Translated by Dr. Satyapal Anand)
poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir

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Nature's Laughter
Today the fog hovered densely over the horizon, and as
I gazed upwards towards the sky at dawn upon awakening,
I could only begin to wonder
If that sky had expression as upon
The face of a lost soul,
It would be contorted with
Pain and hopelessness,
Dark as fear, dismay and utmost misery as it can be-
In any given moment
It would weep bitterly,
Its tears pouring from
Those make believe eyes, although
A heavy heart and despair is
Never make believe-
I could laugh or cry,
But as gray and overcast a day it is,
I can only laugh only because
Life is just too short to
Take clouds too seriously as
Just like sadness and tears,
Clouds disappear in time
And the sun always comes out again,
Rain, as do tears- stops falling-
I believe I just saw a glimmer of sunlight and as the
Clouds disappear,
I hear laughter,
Not only my own,
But a gentle breeze just rustled the leaves on the trees-
That peaceful and lovely breeze-
Nature’s laughter…
poem by Claudia Krizay

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Stallions Hope
I believe that horses can heal,
I believe that their hearts feel all that we feel,
I believe that the joy from riding is real,
I believe that horses really can heal.
I see children riding and smiling with joy,
I see happy healthy girls and boys,
I see hope for life and wonder renewed,
I see love for the children coming to you.
I see dreams for the kids, who once were lost,
I see helping hands, no matter the cost,
I see friends for kids, who once were tossed,
I see children laughing and no longer lost.
I do believe that horses can heal,
I believe that horses make recovery real,
I believe being sober is a much better deal,
I really believe that horses can heal.
And I know that this land, its buildings and stones,
Insures that our children are never alone,
Insures that our horses and children are one,
Insures that their lives will finally be won.
Yes I do believe that horses can heal.
That recovery hope and dreams are real,
That God and love can make a child whole,
That all of this is the Stallions Hope role.
poem by Sandra Osborne

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And the Bairns Will Come
So you’ve seen at last what we have seen so long through scalding tears:
You have found what we—the People—we have known for twenty years:
And Australia’s hymn is swelling till the furthest fence-wires hum—
Save your country, Legislators—and the bairns will come.
You would put the blame upon us—we are women, we are men;
And our fathers and our mothers gave the country nine and ten.
They had honest work and wages, and the ways to win a home—
Give us half the chances they had—and the bairns will come.
Try the ranks of wealth and fashion, ask the rich and well-to-do,
With their nurseries and their nurses and their children one and two,
Will they help us bear the burden?—but their purse-proud lips are dumb.
Let us earn a decent living—and the bairns will come.
Young men, helpless in the city’s wheel of greed that never stops,
Tramp the streets for work while sweethearts slave in factories and shops.
Shall they marry and bear children to their parents’ martyrdom?
Make the city what it should be—and the bairns will come.
Shall we give you sons and daughters to a life of never-rest,
Sacrificing all for nothing in the desert of the West,
To be driven to the city’s squalid suburb and the slum?
Make the city what it should be—and the bairns will come.
Don’t you hear Australia calling for her children unconceived?
Don’t you hear them calling to her while her heart is very grieved?
Give the best land to the farmers, make the barren West a home,
Save the rainfall, lock the rivers—and the bairns will come.
poem by Henry Lawson

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The Past
MAKE strong your door with bolt and bar,
Make every window fast;
Strong brass and iron as they are,
They are so easy passed--
So easy broken and cast aside,
And by the open door
My footsteps come to your guarded home,
And pass away no more.
In the golden noon--by the lovers' moon,
My shadow bars your way,
My shroud shows white in the blackest night
And grey in the gladdest day.
And by your board and by your bed
There is a place for me,
And in the glow when the coals burn low,
My face is the face ye see
I come between when ye laugh and lean,
I burn in the tears ye weep:
I am there when ye wake in the gray day-break
From the gold of a lovers' sleep.
I wither the rose and I spoil the song,
And Death is not strong to save--
For I shall creep while your mourners weep,
And wait for you in your grave.
poem by Edith Nesbit

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Keep Smile
Keep smile while you're climbing the highest mountains and so soon you'll arrive
Keep trying never give up
With honesty and strong faith you will never loose your ways
Keep the smile upon the face
And actually you will find out the strength
The strength of the honestly purified with the innoceny of smile
The hope will save your ways just keep the pure smile upon your face
Just a smile its enough to keep all the doors unlocked through hardest journey's of life
When you're lost and left alone
Just smile and you're half way home
When the hope leaves your life never cry keep your soul away from all those dark fears
Never you can find the light if you allow the negative thoughts to occupy your mind
With the time you'll become their slave unaware
Be aware of the negative thoughts to not become with the time your best habit
Keep smile and make the positive thoughts your friends throughout of all your roads.
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Jtr
I drink you up,
For every drop of you is sacred.
Every drop I drink you up.
You fill my cup,
The way you laugh.
Eyes of a child,
Lean on me, you fill me up,
You make me love,
So unconditionally,
Generous to me, you give me love
And break my heart.
Slip, you fall, I pick you up and dust you off,
You break my heart.
Rain, rain, rain down on me,
Again and again,
Rain down on me.
Take all you want,
And only hope can i, you wont deny,
Your love for me, my love.
No, dont cry, if its too high,
I lift you up, well make it, make it.
When I was oh so tired,
You come along to wake me,
Time and time again and again,
With a smile you save me child oh, oh, oh...
Rain, rain, rain down on me,
Again and again,
Rain down on me.
Look, we play our cards,
And I question by the grace of what,
We play our cards at all.
Come fill me up, oh, fill me love when Im empty.
When Im all dried up
No, dont cry, if its too high,
Ill lift you up, well make it, make it.
Oh, I was so so tired,
You come along to wake me, wake me.
Time and time, again and again,
With a smile you save me child.
Oh, oh, oh...
Rain, rain, rain down on me,
Again and again,
Rain down on me.
Rain, rain down on me...
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band

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The Moment Of Patient
Be patient with your motion
when you are free
hold your horse
when you are fleeing
when you speed you can fall
when we march don't be fack
when some one leave
it make you down
you don't leave
to make him down
who forget you
you forgive them
look your steps
where they lead you
watch your dearms
may they kill you
keep on light in your heart
alwaye make it
also charge it
by your mind
save it save it
save the freedom
by your love
make it real for the all
you make remedy not reaction
who will change it
feat of changing
should be changble
face the face of your anger
keep the monster
in his cage
be a human you be patient
so you will win all the glee
glory glory in the moment
of your patient
you can seize it
for one moment
but not more
may you sure
but you may not
then for sure
you be patient
poem by Sallam Yassin

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You Are The One I Been Looking For
Out of every guy is you
You answered all my questions that I couldn't do myself
You are angel come to save me from this broken road and
Lead me into right direction
You are the one I been looking for
You make me understand life
I feel so alive and free
I couldn't feel like this if it wasn't for you
I'm changing all the time because of you
I care about your opinion and what you think about me
You know I like you
I shouldn't have write on there
If I'm not going do anything about it
I never meant to hurt, make you jealous, and I was never mad at you
I was dumb for what I done to you and make you think different of me
You are different out of every guy in good way
I enjoy your laugh, jokes, smile, and goofy sides of you and who you are
You are the most wonderful person I ever meet
On negative side if worst that I have to deal with your friends think they know who I am
You want to found out about me and what your friends think about me
You want to test me, practice me in certain areas, and subjects
I get why, but I didn't realized at time
This was way different than I expect out of you
I am blushing and smiling around you
It's been long time
Everything is because of you
I can enjoy life, see how much I miss out, and have fun again for first time
I want to take risks, do things I never do before
No more sad songs or past
It's you I see now
You are the one I been looking for
I feel so bless to found you
Thank you for everything
You are always one person there to make me feel better when I'm in bad mood and
I start laughing and smile all because of you
When we smile at each other
I get all this sparks back and is was good moment
I just no way to approach you and this time is different
You have a face of famous person even if you are not one
I will not cry anymore if this doesn't work out
I know to let it go and learn from this
This is life and life is not fair
I get it and know better
I should realized what did I got myself in first place
If like this with you, how you feel about this situation, and
I put myself though something that end like this
There is nothing left to say
You are the one I been looking for
poem by Christina Phan

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Genocide
Mercenary batalions
Are poised to strike us down
Terminations conquest
Upon us now full grown
Save me, my hearts open wide
Help me, no question of pride
Save me, my people have died
Total genocide
Devastation hungers
She waits to leap to earth
Imminent liquidation
Before the grand rebirth
Save me, my hearts open wide
Help me, no question of pride
Save me, my people have died
Total genocide
Sin after sin I have endured
Yet the wounds I bear are the wounds of love
Frantic mindless zombies
Grab at fleeting time
Lost in cold perplexion
Waiting for the sign
Generations tremble
Clinging face to face
Helpless situation
To end the perfect race
Flashing senseless sabers
Cut us to the ground
Eager for the life blood
Of all who can be found
Save me, my hearts open wide
Help me, no question of pride
Save me, my people have died
Total genocide
Slice to the left, slice to the right
None to retaliate, none will fight
Chopping at the hearts, snuffing out the lives
This race departs, no one will survive
Heads to the feet, feet to the air
Souls in the soil, heavy in despair
End of all ends, body into dust
To greet death friends, extinction is a must
song performed by by Judas Priest

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