High Price Of Coal
Hundreds mourn in Comfort, W VA
Dead miners who toiled at great peril
Mine CEO lied ‘bout laws not obeyed
With haughty demeanor cold n’ sterile
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Important Teachers Come And Go
Years ago I met and experienced a workshop with a very gifted man named 'Drunvalo'. A man possessed of a gentle soul of mild demeanor, but at the same time in tune in with what is going on in the world around us, and where we might be going.
He once said;
'Imagine as a new born baby looking up at parents that are so very different and surroundings with colors and shapes you could not begin to imagine on Earth. Indeed a whole new world to experience...just think about how exciting that would be.' Drunvalo was describing what it might be like to be born on an entirely different planet in a brand new galaxy. This speaks to the limitless potential of the human soul and its endless possibilities.
'Intuition and inspiration is the true essence of an awakened being'
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Time's Pause
Time: Please pause
Just for a While,
Under any sky
On any earth;
In any place
Pause just for a while
And give me a chance
To experience true love,
Please time,
Have mercy
On this thirsty heart of mine,
Change this
Unfertile,
Barren,
Sterile life
Of mine,
Give me a man
Who responds with warmth
To the unceasing fire
Of my passion;
Not in a cold dead like
Materialistic manner,
Give me a man,
Who can give
As he can take,
I am bored to death
From the many
Silly semi men;
The mundane males
Who passed by
In theis peculiar life
Story of mine.
2005
poem by Nadia Abduljabbar
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Tears Of Remembrence
After I give up this body and leave Earth,
Who’ll be standing by my cold grave?
As those left before cannot shed tears of grief
That is left to the living who long ago forgave,
The error of my ways, in this life so brief
When spirit lifts skyward, all troubles left behind
A few may shed tears of remembrance
For deeds of mine, good and kind
Unnoticed acts of little consequence
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In-to-me-see = Intimacy
It's not mine to expect you should believe me
Intimacy is sharing depth of soul with one you trust
'Matters of the heart' are not without a bit of agony
So please scrutinize n' question motives if you must
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Whale Song
Waves! Be gentle, ‘til we end our song
On this our wedding day n' celebration
With great joy n' pleasure, to you sing;
Homage to mother sea we're beholden
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Break Some Off
I am living without you
You think everything will be fine
I fight making it hard to lie
Realize nothing is left inside
I'm 'bout to break somebody off (going to loose my mind)
I'm 'bout to break somebody off (feel like it is dying)
I'm 'bout to break something off (now it will be mine)
I'm 'bout to break somebody off
My knife is going to hurt you
My face not going to wait this time
I play games just to spite you
I know you're going to believe this time
I'm 'bout to break somebody off (going to loose my mind)
I'm 'bout to break somebody off (feel like it is dying)
I'm 'bout to break something off (now it won't be mine)
I'm 'bout to break somebody off
song performed by by Korn
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Only One Mother
Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky,
But only one mother to dry your eyes,
Hundreds of shells on the shore together,
But only one mother to have forever
Hundreds of birds that go singing by,
But only one mother to help you try
Hundreds of lambs in the sunny weather.
But only one mother to treat us like treasure
Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
But only one mother to help us move on
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
But only one mother the world wide over
Hundreds of people to tell apart
But only one mother to give us her heart
poem by Kaitlin Skelding
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Nothing 'bout Me
In my head,
on a surgeons table
take my fingerprints if you are able
pick my brains
pick my pockets
steal my eyebrows and come back for the sockets
run any kind of test from a to z
but you still know nothin bout me
Run my name through your computer
mention me in passing to your college tutor
check my records check my facts
check if ive paid my income tax
pull over everything in my cv
but you still know nothin bout me
still know nothin bout me
Only to me, the looks of my history
im a simple man
theres no big mystery
cold weather
ten years ago
just like this
a lonely man like me
gets a cold
Search my house with a fine tooth comb
turn over everything becasue i wont be at home
take out your microscope and tell me what you see
but you still know nothin bout me
still know nothin bout me
still know zip about me
still know nothin bout me
bout me
bout me
(stil know nothin, stil know nothin
song performed by by Sting
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To Isa in Heaven
Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew,
She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven! — Young.
Where is she now?
Oh! Isa! tell me where thou art?
If death has laid his hand upon thy brow,
Has he not touched my heart?
Has he not laid it in the grave with thine,
And buried all my joys?—Speak! thou art mine!
If thou were dead,
I would not ask thee to reply;
But thou art living—thy dear soul has fled
To heaven, where it can never die!
Then why not come to me? Return—return
And comfort me, for I have much to mourn!
I sigh all day!
I mourn for thee the livelong night!
And when the next night comes, thou art away,
And so is absent my delight!
Oh! as the lone dove for his absent mate,
So is my soul for thee disconsolate!
I long for death—
For any thing—to be with thee!
I did inhale, alas! thy dying breath,
That it might have some power on me
To make me what thou art!—but, thou art dead!
And I am here!—it strengthened me instead!
Joy there is none—
It went into the grave with thee!
And grief, because my spirit is alone,
Is all that comes to comfort me!
The very air I breathe is turned to sighs,
And all mine soul is melting from mine eyes!
I hear, at even,
The liquid carol of birds;
Their music makes me think of thee in heaven,
It is so much like thy sweet words.
The brooklet whispers, as it runs along,
Our first love-story with its liquid tongue.
Wake, Isa! wake!
And come back in this world again!
Oh! come down to me, for my soul's dear sake,
And cure me of this trying pain!
I would give all that earth to man can be,
If thou wert only in this world with me!
Day after day
I seek thee, but thou art not near!
I sit down on thy grave in the cold clay,
And listen for thy soul!—oh! dear!
And when some withered leaf falls from the tree,
I start as if thy soul had spoke to me!
And so it is,
And so it ever more must ever be
To him, who has been robbed of all the bliss
He ever knew, by loving thee!
For misery, in thine absence, is my wife!
What joy had been, hadst thou remained in life!
It is now even;
The birds have sung themselves to sleep;
And all the stars seem coming out of heaven,
As if to look upon me weep!—
Oh! let me not look up to thee in vain,
But come back to me in this world again!
poem by Thomas Holley Chivers (1842)
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They Lied...
they lied to you...
lied to you about Vietnam.
lied about JFK,
about Bobby Kennedy,
about Martin Luther King.
they lied about trade agreements,
about global warming,
about oil spills,
about mining disasters,
about nuclear power.
they lied about 9/11,
about Iraq, and weapons
of mass destruction.
they lied about Afghanistan,
they're lying about Iran.
they lied about Wall Street,
about the national debt.
they lied yesterday,
and they're lying today.
when are we going to quit
believing in the lie?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Inner Voice - Conscience
Laws on earth can be made, unmade;
Laws can be bettered or worsened by change;
Laws may be just or unjust and never perfect;
Laws can be changed for comfort and convenience.
Laws may change from time to time;
Laws cannot reflect truth always;
Laws depend on the constituent makers;
Laws can never be ideal for all times!
But the inner Voice -the Conscience is static;
It always speaks the truth irrevocably;
It is not transmutable anytime;
It can never lie ever even by chance.
The Inner Voice scores over laws always;
One's conscience always tells what is right;
Freedom of man's conscience is paramount;
Laws to stifle the Inner Voice are simply futile!
Laws are needed but must be just and fair;
Laws aren't needed to fetter the conscience;
Laws are man-made and transmutable;
Conscience is God-given, remaining the same in everyone!
Obey the laws when they are fair and just;
Heed to your Conscience, God's law-maker within!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 14-02-12
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There Were Giants
Scientists have worked hard to suppress
Giants walked upon the Earth long ago
Dismiss all evidence with great success
Their goal? Maintain 'The status quo"
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Why Is It…
You ask;
“Why is it Ray you always dress in black?
Do you mourn the dying and the dead?
Is it because soldiers come home in sacks,
Or on TV see jihad Muslims behead? ”
“Do you mourn Mother Earth they trash?
For laying waste to once lush forest lands?
A greedy few who sell their souls for cash,
Who on Liberty’s apron wipe bloody hands? ”
I answer;
Today and more tomorrows, I’ll wear black
Till peace upon a troubled Earth prevails
When evil ones let go and give power back
When balance returns to “Justice Scales”
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Dream Killer
So Ive seen my future
And Ive seen dream killers
And Ive seen you everytime.
So Ive heard opinions
And Ive heard dark rumours
And Ive heard you everytime.
You hurt my feelings
You hurt my family
You hurt my reasons to try
I cant forgive you
I will remember
Ill pay you back one cold day.
So Ive seen my weakness
And Ive seen my heart break
And Ive seen you everytime.
So Ive heard promises
And Ive heard every lie
And Ive heard you everytime.
You lied to father
You lied to mother
You lied to brother and me
I used to dream, now
I forget how to
So should I learn how to lie?
You take my picture
You take my ghosts and laugh
You take my reason
You take my soul away.
You take my heartbeat
You take my innocence
You take my dreams and
Youll take my life away.
So now Im old news
And you would change me
But Im so tired of this
There is no comfort
In fame when it dies
And Im so tired of it.
song performed by by Gary Numan
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In Ballarat Where History Don't Fade
In Ballarat where history don't fade
They still honour the Eureka Stockade,
The miners who fought some of them even died
For their rights to them that for years they had been denied
The Town of Ballarat known far and wide
And the people there in their history take pride
Their ancestors fought against their oppressors laws
And even took up arms for their worthy cause.
The name of Peter Lalor they revere
He led the miners fight and conquered fear
But for his fame a huge price he did pay
He lost an arm on that historic day.
The miners were defeated in the bloody fight
They succumbed to the Government forces greater might
But they won their rights for which they went to war
And the story of their bravery travelled far.
In Ballarat where history was made
They still revere the men of the stockade
Who fought against the forces of the crown
Long years ago in their historic town.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Mother Of A Miners Child
She is my flower
And she blooms for the one who loves her best
The miners stop to watch as she walks
They know her love is not for sale
She will never fail me cause I know
I watch her grow
And the mother of a miners child
Waits for me beside the kitchen door
She is my light
In this place where the darkness never ends
Shell guide me where the tunnels twist and bend
Shes the only one who listens when I tell her
I got less than I can spend
She knows the pace
Oh mother of a miners child
Was away the coal dust from my face
When the night shifts done
Shell be waiting by the table when I come
Searchin for another dream to chase
Oh mother of a miners child
I know that you still think about the day
When well be movin on
Remember dear old daddy and
The promise that I made to carry on
Sometimes I smile
In the cage where the cables softly hum
Id curse that old straw boss to the bone
But the mother of a miners child
Is waiting for her paycheck to come home
Come saturday
And he is just a miners boy
I hope that he will find a better way
She is my flower
And she blooms for the one who loves her best
The miners stop to watch as she walks
They know her love is not for sale
She will never fail me cause I know
I watch her grow
And the mother of a miners child
Waits for me beside the kitchen door
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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To R A A
Was it not a great end?
Wrote your Philip, with a story
Of a great deed, a great death--
Not foreseeing his own glory
And his budding laurel-wreath--
In the last words he should send.
Philip's followed Alan's lead.
They are gone into the night
With the great heroes of old,
With the stars, the stars they are bright;
They are warm; they are not cold.
They live: they are not dead.
But the silence aches. O friend
In the darkness, cold and stricken,
For anodyne, antidote,
Tell your dead heart, that it quicken,
The last words that Philip wrote:
'Was it not a great end ?' A great end!
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Hundreds and hundreds of the dead were so badly burned in the terrific heat generated by the bomb that it was not even possible to tell whether they were men or women, old or young.
quote by Wilfred Burchett
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Out Of The Ashes
Tears in my eyes
But there's no time for rain.
My heart is like a window:
Nothing but pain.
Shattered and broken,
Just leave me with a token
Of what was
But never will be,
No matter how hard we've been hoping.
Life for me ain't no crystal stair,
Langston Hughes never lied,
But I no longer care.
I don't need the world's pity,
Life is not supposed to be fair.
Problem is,
I'm still torn,
It's all up in flames.
Dead.
So I mourn.
Yet out of the ashes of the dead,
My strength is born.
poem by Denice Robinson
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When You Are Old
When you are old and tired and gray
Wear you overcoat on sunny days
When your brave tales have all been told
Ill ask for them when you are old
When you are old and full of sleep
And death no longer makes you weep
When your body aches with cold
Ill warm your heart when you are old
Youll still be the same to me
A comfort and a mystery
And I will be old too you see
Ill need someone to comfort me
When you are old and pale and gone
A gentle hand is all you want
I will give you mine to hold
And Ill be here when you are old
Yes I will give you mine to hold
And Ill be here when you are old
song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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