What I Am
What I am, speaks not, about what I've been,
And what I'll be, as fools deemed, wasting time,
I could be quark, not known, and never seen,
An errant gene, or quite the spark sublime.
But I, of simian spores, bearing my shame,
Swinging through trees, might for a better fate,
Choose, that ethereal be, whence I came,
And for choosing, chose God whom to relate.
I am, what I am, life that God protects,
Breath from God's nostrils, at creation's peak;
Why should I think otherwise, to prospects
That are bleak, and make myself a wreck?
........All that I said, I doubt not to a nil,
........Except to say, if God has a nostril.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Creature Of Comfort
What he has is yours to find
Its a wonder what he keeps in his selfish mind
What I needs not carved in stone
But when honestlys in doubt he can stand alone
He is a creature of comfort
Dont think hell change
Making the most of what he has
Im going to suffer no shame
Creature of comfort
Dont think hell change
Wasting the best years of my life
Im going to shoulder no blame
Im not sure what hell do
His priority is him, selfless thoughts are few
May I be just once so bold
If its all I ever do, Ill make sure your told
He is a creature of comfort
Dont think hell change
Making the most of what he has
Im going to suffer no shame
Creature of comfort
Dont think hell change
Wasting the best years of my life
Im going to shoulder no blame
He is a creature of comfort
Dont think hell change
Making the most of what he has
Im going to suffer no shame
Creature of comfort
Dont think hell change
Wasting the best years of my life
Im going to shoulder no blame
Come with me make my day
With no shadow of a doubt Ill make sure youll pay
Watch my face, time runs by
After all youve ever done, you wont see me cry
Creature of comfort
Best years of my life
song performed by by Olive
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Wasting Time
in between dim hours
in between dull days
i'm out counting flowers
i'm still chasing faith
mistake me for a pilot
mistake me for a face you know
consider this old conscience
let no trouble come my way
wasting time, you'd understand
wasting time
wasting time, we'll make our plans
wasting time
it's you alone i wish to free
on you alone i'll focus
it's not the change i wish to believe
this coming of the locusts
skipping like a skimming stone
skimming the bad chapters
swimming thru your tides alone
swimming on your laughter, we're after
wasting time, you'd understand
wasting time
wasting time, let's take the chance
wasting time
you and i, we understand
time is not for making
but just because we don't have a clue
doesn't mean we're faking, we're wasting
wasting time, you'd understand
wasting time
wasting time, we'll make our plans
wasting time
song performed by by Zwan
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Choose
A blade held in one hand
A pen held in the other
Now I must decide
I must choose one or another
A gund sits in my left hand
A phone lies in the right
Should I try to ask for help
Or just give up the fight
One path cloaked in darkness
One is bright with life
Do I choose the easy one
Or continue through the strife
Some say we are nothing more
Than the choices that we make
That where we are going
Comes from the steps we take
Peolpe cry out for advise
Untill they lose their voice
They are all wasting their breath
It comes down to their choice
I have come across that point
I'm panting scarce of breath
Now I must make up my mind
Do I choose Life or Death?
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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Monsoon at peak! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Monsoon at peak
I hear a monologue-
Rain speaks…
Monsoon at peak,
Thatched roofs
Leak…
Monsoon at peak,
Corn on cob
Wins over coffee…
Monsoon at peak,
Can I go out, mother?
A child pleads…
Monsoon at peak,
A boy steals a look
At a girl soaked to skin…
Monsoon at peak,
Roads flooded,
Where is MCD?
Monsoon at peak,
Umbrellas
New fashion accessory…
Monsoon at peak,
Sun gets much needed
Rest…
Monsoon at peak,
Bathes
Foliage and trees.
Monsoon at peak
Schools closed
Children squeal,
Wish, it rains
Everyday of the week…
Monsoon at peak,
Leave your shoes at the door-
Mother screams…
Monsoon at peak,
Driver stops
To wipe the wind shield…
Monsoon at peak,
Open pavements
Home to many,
Wear deserted look …
Monsoon at peak,
Wet laundry-
Sun rise, please.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Fate Factor
You choose your fate
By the things you do
If you are good
Your fate will be too
Fate does not choose you
It won’t take time to choose you
Just watch what you do
And fate will be good to you
A fate worse than death
For being bad that’s what you get
I’ve been there and back
So I know the facts
Take my advice
Live life right
Just do onto others good
And fate will do onto you
Follow one of the golden rules
Do onto others what you,
Want them to do onto you
And that’s how you choose your fate
poem by LaTisha Parkinson
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The only Way to go.
Some choose to grow old quietly
but others take a different view.
They chose to live disgracefully.
Why should you give up having fun.
Because you’ve reached a certain age.
There are still things you haven’t done.
You want to do before you die
Though your time may be limited.
You see no reason not to try
To make your madcap dreams come true.
Why should you sit and vegetate
as other folks expect you to.
You are the captain of your fate.
So you can do what you want to.
Tomorrow may be far too late.
So do it now immediately.
Regardless of the consequence.
What does it matter anyway?
Society may not agree.
You have the right to your own view
Choose to act disgracefully.
You’ll find that life is much more fun
than sitting watching the T.V.
Show the world you’re still someone
Seize every opportunity
that life’s prepared to offer you.
To shock your neighbours thoroughly.
They choose to sit and wait to die.
You choose to do the opposite.
You won’t surrender easily/
But fight until your final breath
because it is your nature to
Although you know you can’t beat death.
You know that one day you must die
but until then you choose to live
Just as you wish disgracefully.
01/09/09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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zz 113 Fate is the backwash
Fate is the backwash or the headtide slop,
the rip of someone else’s harsh restriction.
Fate can no more bend than the will stop.
Fate unwelcome and unwilled is fiction.
Impossible as that the world is wrong,
or that creation circles in a doubt.
Our lovers, if they seem to be so strong
as to defy the elements without,
rather combine their wills to make new fate.
For instance, we’re aground and yet a redwood
can push apart (not even excavate)
a canyon in us where we thought we stood,
until our heads are pelted like two fools,
that lovers are begetting more than souls.
poem by Edward Wright Haile
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Birth of art
The sponge in the sea
Seeding it with million spores
The night lit by a full moon
The spores
Appear as dust
Like a sigh like a breath
The sea is now
Full of millions of sponge spores
Comes maleness
Fertilization of the dusts
The birth of art
Bursting
Like the new corals
The sea flowers
In long crowded Array
On the ocean floors.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Vain Imagination
Evolution deceived a generation with nothing more than imagination.
Man's bogus claims of this senility make his science pure futility.
Life is too complex is what they whine, so there must be a design.
They hit the nail on the head but chose to believe that God is dead.
Their heart says God's behind it all but they just continue to fall.
Their empty theory of deception, has always been Satan's intention.
Clutching onto this theory of evolution is a problem not a solution.
Evolution as a forgone conclusion is just part of Satan's delusion.
We hear what they believe and say only to hear it change day by day.
In The Bible they will find, God is not a man who changes His mind.
This theory is but one-century-old, so how can the fools be so bold?
Yes, fools I say with a nod, for only the fool says there is no God.
In The Bible they could read, and see He's an Awesome God is indeed.
It's been here thousands of years, and only The Bible has no peers.
The fact of creation is plain to see but they choose to be deceived.
God doesn't need any proof, by creation alone they're without excuse.
Man just does what he pleases while ignoring The Lord Christ Jesus.
They can't go on ignoring Jesus, for He alone was sent to redeem us.
Not only is creation evident, but the Creator himself is benevolent.
He showed His love at one event, when to the cross His Son He sent.
(Copyright © 07/2002)
I Come Out Swinging!
I come out swinging!
I don't need a damn bat.
When I am at home plate...
I aim to send a message.
I do not condone,
A weaking of my fate.
With a static that is 'rapped'.
I've waited too long,
To correct many wrongs.
Those of which...
A stagnation was pitched.
To find me in a pity.
Lost in a deep darkened ditch.
I come out swinging!
I don't need a damn bat.
When I am at home plate...
I aim to send a message.
I do not condone,
A weaking of my fate.
With a static that is 'rapped'.
Nor do I need a pat on my back.
From those who choose to use deception...
As a means to expose my imperfections.
I was the first,
To recognize my blemishes and flaws.
Now I stand at bat.
To hit homeruns,
And dropp disparaging jaws in awe!
I come out swinging!
I don't need a damn bat.
When I am at home plate...
I aim to send a message.
I do not condone,
A weaking of my fate.
With a static that is 'rapped'.
Or give attention to shallow attempts
To mar my presence...
As one less honorable,
Than the one I've been blessed...
With a gratefulness to create.
And strengthened by obstacles that test,
By those who believed my abilities fake.
'Stand back fools.
You seek to dim my natural light.
Okay...
Give me what you've got!
But never make attempts again...
To keep my journey blocked,
With your nonsense and foolish whims.
About 'that'...
I am not!
I am about business.
My business!
Call this vanity if you wish.
Whatever the time you have to waste to do it...
Do it!
And be dismissed,
And quick! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cruel to One Another
We are cruel to one another.
For reasons that keep us fools.
And we do this as if,
We wish conflicts to exist.
When this world is our home.
To provide for us all.
None of us here...
Are strangers on a visit!
To make it unpleasant...
And to destroy it as we wish.
Even if we were...
To continue in this selfishness,
What a mess we have made of ourselves.
Picking and choosing,
The kind of lives we like!
And criticizing to despise with hatred,
Others we chase away...
From places they reside.
When this creation was 'divinely' made,
For us...
From God,
To appreciate and celebrate...
The life to us God gave!
Yes...
We are,
Cruel to one another.
For reasons that keep us fools.
As we blindly ruin our own quality of life...
To seperate with standards,
That is taking a nosedive into a darkness.
And promising to end...
Arguments of dislikes,
And the dimming of Sunlight...
Only fools will accept,
On a downward spiral without regret!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prospects
We have set out from here for the sublime
Pastures of summer shade and mountain stream;
I have no doubt we shall arrive on time.
Is all the green of that enameled prime
A snapshot recollection or a dream?
We have set out from here for the sublime
Without provisions, without one thin dime,
And yet, for all our clumsiness, I deem
It certain that we shall arrive on time.
No guidebook tells you if you'll have to climb
Or swim. However foolish we may seem,
We have set out from here for the sublime
And must get past the scene of an old crime
Before we falter and run out of steam,
Riddled by doubt that we'll arrive on time.
Yet even in winter a pale paradigm
Of birdsong utters its obsessive theme.
We have set out from here for the sublime;
I have no doubt we shall arrive on time.
poem by Anthony Evan Hecht
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Accustomed To Opposition
I've grown accustomed to opposition.
As well as foolish maneuvers.
And those who object to those positions I have taken.
Nor will I apologize with regrets for those forward steps,
I chose to make that tested my faith.
And admit I do,
To the making of mistakes!
But obstacles and the fear of them,
I could not allow to slow my pace.
And those who choose to procrastinate,
With a hesitating done?
Well...
I perceive as being committed to wasting time.
And time as we live it as lived is not guaranteed to anyone,
To just sit back to see it come to leave.
I've grown accustomed to opposition.
But you know what?
I am here to participate and experience my life.
What others choose with a priority to do with their own,
I refuse to let their choices made get in my way.
I am not prone to the seeking of acceptance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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for Rjing (be brave and stand your ground)
you choose without doubt
an inconvenient life
you think your arms are strong
that there is nothing slippery on your hold
your hands are spiders
you must have prepared for this
i have nothing to say
and will never say what i think are whales
in my mind
you have chose the cross in the Calvary
mistaking everything as love
you bleed into your own death
everyone stares at you with interest
asking' Can he make it? Is fate with him?
Has he talked to God about this
sensitive and painful matter? '
you are young but we are not
underestimating the orange birds in your eyes
so must you go now
do not take any word from us
be proud you have what you claim
will make you survive
there is a word from your father
'Son, do not ever come back'.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Summer Holiday at the World End
if always choose the right answer, life guaranteed prosper
impossible
we don't know something's right or wrong before choosing it
we choose something not because it's 'right'
but because we want to choose it
it's not problem if fail
as long as we decide it by ourselves
look at the sea in the last day of summer holiday
passing time happily
with the feeling something going to end
joyful moments that we hope will last long
summer will repeat again till the end of the earth
but my chance to see it must be limited
so, I just can look forward
the one who decide it right or wrong is the future me
such a waste if we spoil it with doubt
because human can not stop the time
from C.M.B.
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Ah, Winter!
chill breeze
blowing into
nose eyes n ears
clogged nostrils
watery eyes
choked breathing
ah, but the denuded
trees bearing
bunches of flowers
at each stem
purple orange
white yellows
feasting eyes
through a veil
of watering eyes
colors spraying
perfume forced into
blocked nostrils
chilled winds
pouring dulcet
winter notes
into dumb ears
lungs fail to draw
full cycle of breath!
ah, winter
pleasantly chilling
ah, winter...!
aaachoooooooooooo!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Choose to Live Life
IF is more 'is' today than ever.
There is no quiz about it now.
And doubts once allowed are gone.
Believe it.
And become doubt free.
It is there in your face.
With nothing else to replace it.
Wishing it would go away...
Fades with a reality that stays,
Unerased!
With traces of pain...
To frame delusions.
Believe it.
And become doubt free.
Choose to live your life.
Yesterday,
Those easy daydreams came.
Sweetened with weekend escapades.
To leave behind a week,
Of those scheduled committments.
You sought to meet and keep.
Now a seriousness appears.
To reminisce those things done...
As dropping teardrops come to some.
Choose to live your life.
IF is more 'is' today than ever.
There is no quiz about it now.
And doubts once allowed are gone.
One must choose to live life!
No longer can anyone afford to sacrifice time...
To appease the whims of others.
Especially if they are in debate...
Discussing the value of your fate.
Choose to live life...
With a happiness sought without 'things'.
Or a happiness someone promises to bring.
Choose to live life!
Your life!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.
Yann Martel in Life of Pi
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To Believe or Not to Believe
Suppose I juxtapose two subjects
That normally contradict -
Faith & fate: now which would you,
Given a choice, incline to pick?
Well then we'd know your worldview,
Your basic mind and bent.
But you, clever lad, would no doubt add,
Your own effort, your life to fix.
And, what the hell, no doubt you'll tell
It's your choice, your own free will.
Indeed it is, choose wisely then;
Your fate is in your hands.
poem by Patrick Grogan
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Dance The Night Away
People get the wrong impression
I wonder if they change their minds
It's an understated sign
Tell me how you see me again
Now we're swinging to the time
It's a meeting of the minds
It's all unbelievable
Look to play it how we say it
If you're meaning to delay it
Hang on
Cos we're moving all around
Chorus
It's up when the party's over
And we want to free our minds
Now I'm telling you there's no hurry
Cos we're choosing to groove
It's so cool to dance the night way
I choose to live a good life
Have a good time and enjoy the ride
Turn it up, break it down, move on
High times took a good turn
Spinning it around cos you gotta learn
To rectify, justify this song
Now we're swinging to the time
It's a meeting of the minds
It's all unbelievable
Look to play it how we say it
If you're meaning to delay it
Hang on
Cos we're moving all around
Chorus x3
song performed by by Will Young
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