After That Earthquake In Haiti
tears fall from
the weary eyes of the world
as its million ears
hear the chant
and songs of the
strong people
of Haiti
God is with them
always
with its billion hands
ready
for a trillion cares
the zillion touches
& living thoughts.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Trillion Million Trillion Million Wonders
the world has passed
a trillion million trillion
million of seconds
each second helps
the other crosses
the path of our mind
at equal interval, space
each a divine finger
holding and counting
his treasured creation
cogs creation ride on
each a good samaritan
to each other and us
every second is
unique as the next
because each is
one among
a trillion million trillion
million of seconds
like you, me and them
creation is
a trillion million
trillion million of wonders
beyond the earth
worlds within worlds
up there stars sparkle and smile
each a master of ceremony
ready to lit up and unveil
secretsthat infinity holds on to
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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They Need A Million
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
I see a rainbow in the sky
So many colors and the light
I see the world and I see all the people
How theyre running all the time
I see your shadow over me
Then in my ears I hear a symphony
I see the world and I see all the people
What they are doing what they need
They need a million and a billion
And your money too
They need a million and a billion
And your moeny too
I feel fine though I realize
That I dont need the million
They are all poor
I feel fine though I have eyes
To see my world and all it skits on ice
I feel fine though I realize
That I dont need the million
They are all poor
I feel fine though I have eyes
To see my world and all it skits on ice
song performed by by Scorpions
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My Sweet Red Roses
O my Sweet Red Roses,
For ages I've been searching looking
For my sweet red roses,
Hopping round like a Kangaroo
Hoping to fall in love
With my sweet red roses.
As I firmly
Hold My Sweet Red Roses
Nearest Dearest to my heart
Like Christ born on Christmas Day
Lying in a manger
With eyes wide shut,
Her face incomparable to entire nature.
And as I closely
Hold my sweet red roses,
To myself,
Her wanderlust of holiness
Fills me up
Ushers me to her depth,
And I bear my soul to
My sweet red roses.
By day,
Her smile gives sunshine
Speaking gives life.
And by night,
Living grabs my love
And her very thoughts
Gives me hope.
O My Sweet Red Roses
Even when unconscious
Cannot breath
Cannot feel
Cannot talk
Cannot move nor touch,
It is you I shall continue remain loving,
Because your loving is in the Heaven's
Faithfulness up to the clouds
Beautifulness to the white snow.
O My Sweet Red Roses,
A thousand times I shall care
A million dimes I shall cherish
A billion rhymes I shall honor
A trillion dines I shall spring,
And a zillion miles I shall love
My sweet red roses.
O yes, yes,
My sweet red roses,
Mm yes, yes...
My sweet red roses.
poem by Francis Julian Zewu
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Dear Hands
The touches of her hands are like the fall
Of velvet snowflakes; like the touch of down
The peach just brushes 'gainst the garden wall;
The flossy fondlings of the thistle-wisp
Caught in the crinkle of a leaf of brown
The blighting frost hath turned from green to crisp.
Soft as the falling of the dusk at night,
The touches of her hands, and the delight--
The touches of her hands!
The touches of her hands are like the dew
That falls so softly down no one e'er knew
The touch thereof save lovers like to one
Astray in lights where ranged Endymion.
O rarely soft, the touches of her hands,
As drowsy zephyrs in enchanted lands;
Or pulse of dying fay; or fairy sighs,
Or--in between the midnight and the dawn,
When long unrest and tears and fears are gone--
Sleep, smoothing down the lids of weary eyes.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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The Touches Of Her Hand
The touches of her hands are like the fall
Of velvet snowflakes; like the touch of down
The peach just brushes 'gainst the garden wall;
The flossy fondlings of the thistle-wisp
Caught in the crinkle of a leaf of brown
The blighting frost hath turned from green to crisp.
Soft as the falling of the dusk at night,
The touches of her hands, and the delight--
The touches of her hands!
The touches of her hands are like the dew
That falls so softly down no one e'er knew
The touch thereof save lovers like to one
Astray in lights where ranged Endymion.
O rarely soft, the touches of her hands,
As drowsy zephyrs in enchanted lands;
Or pulse of dying fay; or fairy sighs;
Or--in between the midnight and the dawn,
When long unrest and tears and fears are gone--
Sleep, smoothing down the lids of weary eyes.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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All I Knew
Woohoo woohoo woohoo
Here comes an honest looking man
With his round face and his fat hands
See the news, there he is
With the answers to the last quiz
I can never know what I then knew
In a million years
I can never know what I used to
In a million tears
Turn it on we will see
Everything today
Me and you will lose
Our marbles on the way
Ill remember you forever
til the day Im dead
Ill remember us together
And the things weve said
Ill spare a penny for my thoughts
And try to work out what I just bought
Let me think, let me think
Left swimming in an ice rink
Woohoo woohoo
I dont want to hear what someone has to say
Ill just write it down and throw it all away
I could never know what I then knew
In a million years
I could never know what I used to
In a million tears
Woohoo woohoo
Ill remember you forever
til the day Im dead
Ill remember us together
And the things weve said
I could never know what I then knew
In a million years
I could never know what I used to
In a million tears
In a million tears
In a million tears
In a million tears
In a million tears
song performed by by Madness
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All Men Die
ALL MEN DIE
All men die
I will die
Even if a million trillion zillion of my poems ‘live’
I will not live
If you want to live
You had better talk to God.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Dont Cry Baby
Written by dan peek, 1977
Found on harbor.
Starlight falling through your hair
Sometimes I wonder if you know Im there
Awake in the morning a smile on your face
The same old feeling that I just cant place
And you say dont cry, baby
You know Ill always be the one who cares
Dont cry, baby
Come closer let me wipe away your tears
A man came in with a violin
He played for me like Ive never been
Courted before and forevermore
As the bow touched the strings
He made the whole world sing
Dont cry, baby (baby, dont you cry)
You know therell always be someone who cares
Dont cry, baby (baby, dont you cry)
Come closer let me wipe away your tears
I know Ive been wrong
Youve had to be strong
I guess I belong to you, my baby (baby, dont you cry)
You know Ill always be the one who cares
Dont cry baby (baby, dont you cry)
Come closer let me wipe away your tears
The sound of your voice singing songs in the night
Have taken me far away and mystified
The songs of the lovers brought tears to my eyes
The words that youd spoken made me realize
song performed by by America
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Chinese History
there is a tightness about the Chinese
a jar of wine, sealed and tied with the
help of one billlion hands
there is a tightness about the Chinese
a star twisting and jostling to win
your fancy among one billion
there is a tightness about the Chinese
a surname the weight of one billion tons
each wishes to shoot through the heavens
there is a tightness about the Chinese
five centuries of the rise and fall of civilisations
a dragon all claws, whiskers and fiery eyes
tidying and polishing its billion scales
so that they dazzle with power and excellence
there is a tightnesss about the Chinese
gunpowder all ready to blast through
crackers in a billion hard foldings
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Unfiltered By Mist
when i appear to you
one of these days
what is it that you want to see?
my hands are hard
my ears covered
my eyes in haze
my body in trembling
this is not what you want to see i guess
you want greek pillars as my feet
my eyes as gentle as a roman saint
my ears attentive as a echoing mountain
my body strong like an old castle
but let me tell you how is it to grieve
for someone that i have loved and lost
how is it to cry and yet not wanting to have tears
how is it to be lost and pretend that he has the mastery of the ways
that he has the manners of a man mastering the art of cultured restraint
tell me if you all know these
if you can relate to these miseries
perhaps one day when the world is ready for me
then i will show myself filled to the brim of reality
like a glass emptied of its contents glistening to the rays of light not filtered by the mist
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One liter of tears
Its’ not how long we held each others hand
Its’ not the spring that we wish to come
But the verdant flowers that bloom each other’s heart
Like a million smiles that brought in our eyes
Those fade away by one liter of tears
The hours tracks like days across the ages
Like a story in every pages that turns to yellow
While the music will never keep to play
And the songs keep fading to fade
Can’t you see the time is as endless as forever?
Why love been trying in tears to disappear
The falling leaves fly on a windy day
Like these love that was forgotten by time
To my one last cry, one liter of tears
So here was I something I hide inside
I ‘m in the world where I hide my heart
Through a hundred million faces that I see
In this world so narrow and wide
Looking for the reason that things must change
But love would fade like summer into fall
Like a river that flows upstream
Like a million stars sparkling in the sky
One liter of tears glistened in my eyes
And all the hopes was faded in black and white
I cried, I feel alone, I was gone
Frozen inside without your touch, without your smile
poem by Cheryl Aldea
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But I think it's very key that there's a plan for Haiti. And we have to begin to - as progressives and people who are concerned about Haiti and have been concerned about Haiti, we have to begin to build some sort of consensus, a movement around the Haiti that the Haitians envision.
quote by Danny Glover
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A World Without You
As I collected, the children
from school yesterday
knowing you were far away
I wondered what I’d do
if you didn’t come home
and I had to live without you.
The thoughts were so sad
they brought tears to my eyes.
I don’t think I could go on;
I would want to live
in a world without you.
I couldn’t be that strong.
A world without you
would be an empty place.
There would be no laughter
to greet my ears
and just the very thought
brings tears to my eyes.
A world without you,
how unhappy I would be,
you fill my every moment
with love and understanding.
You make me feel safer
just knowing that you are here.
A world with out you,
I just cannot imagine that.
The thoughts are so painful.
There would be no joy
within our happy home,
and the walls would be bare.
Just thinking of it
brings tears to my eyes,
but I so happy
because you are still here
and always will be
here at my side.
6 March 1996
Author's Note:
While sorting through some old papers this week I found this poem I had written fourteen years ago. I hope you like this little discovery.
David Harris
23 May 2010
poem by David Harris
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For Haiti I Cry
My heart like a desert
My tears like a river
Shifting sands of sadness
My whole body shivers
I am sick with suffering
I am pregnant with pain
My ruptured heart bleeds
From my eyes flow the rain
Lachrymose! Lachrymose!
Haiti I weep for thee
Your sons and daughters
Have suffered tragic misery
I bawl! Don't ask me why!
For Haiti! For Haiti I cry!
poem by Howard Simon
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Waking up!
the smell of coffee brewing,
dark, and strong and heady....
sunlight working its way through blinds,
and the nip of autumn air.
the song in my head no one
else can hear, coming from nowhere....
the sharpness of things seen,
and things not easily seen....
thoughts pulling like undefined gravity,
driving me to get up, and go again.
time passes, leaves fall,
but the tree remains, strong and steady,
ready for the coming storms.
something deep inside my darkest hour,
affirms that spring will come again....
tired and weary, but hat still cocked,
hungry for flesh and breath and being.
plow in hand, eyes still twinkle!
damn, it's good to be alive!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I'm living a dream
I'm living a dream
where people stay together as one
as god want us to be
where all the enemies compromise and become as one
i'm living a dream
where i could wake up and look at the blue sky with a happy sunny face
where i could watch the rainbow on the sky
i'm living a dream
where the battle have to come to an end
i'm living a dream
where i could hear the singing bird
where i could stand on the top of a high mountain and shout for freedom
poor me
we yell at each other
we used each other
we hurt each other
because we are human
this is a way of life
my people let's hope for the best
my people lets stop being selfish
open your eyes and see the world is drifting apart
because of us
i'm living a dream
where we all become as one
holding hands in hands
I'm living a dream
where we all could live without any pain and sorrow
how wonderful would it be
if we stay together
die together
blame together
i just realized we are only human
I'm living a dream
poem by Guenael Oristel
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Hear Me
You gotta be out there
You gotta be somewhere
Wherever you are
Im waiting
Cause there are these nights when
I sing myself to sleep
And Im hoping my dreams bring
You close to me
Are you listening?
Hear me Im crying out
Im ready now
Turn my world upside down
Find me
Im lost inside this crowd
Its getting loud
I need you to see
Im screaming for you to please
Hear me
Can you hear me?
I used to be scared of
Letting someone in
But it gets so lonely
Being on my own
With no one to talk to and
No one to hold me
Im not always strong
Oh I need you here
Are you listening?
Im restless and wild
I fall but I try
I need someone to understand
(Can you hear me?)
Im lost in my thoughts
And baby Ive fought
For all that Ive got
Can you hear me?
song performed by by Kelly Clarkson
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The Seismic Event of January12,2010 in Haiti
No reporters could accurately describe
The immense damage or disaster
That took place on January 12,2010.
No poets could express the pain
That our people felt that day
When we were rocked so bad.
No artists could precisely sketch
The enormity of this earthquake
Where dark clouds had covered
And sucked the air out of the whole country.
No priests, pastors, imams or rabbis
Had enough words or knowledge
To preach about this event
Without becoming speechless at the end.
Haiti got hit, our poor Haiti
Our ill-prepared Haiti Thomas
Got startled by a powerful earthquake
About 250,000 human beings got killed.
No pond could sustain
Such a potent geyser of tears
The whole nation was drowning in fears
The world cried and felt our pain.
Since the beginning of time
It has never been easy to be Haitian
Even when Haiti was in her prime
Her children had to fight like supermen.
Haitians had to strive to survive
Haitians had to struggle to stay alive
Haitians were born to be strong and valiant
Haitians, at dawn, learned to be brave and resilient.
No other people have suffered like us
No other nations, countries or clans have lost
So much, because we never had enough
We were raised to be tough, we had to be rough.
No scientists could mathematically
Measure the anguish and the miseries
That our people have endured in the last five centuries
And specifically within the last five decennies.
No writers could convey the true nature
And the origin of our sorrow
Only time and tomorrow
Can soothe and smooth our pain and suffering.
No one could really console us
We never had enough and had lost so much
Haiti Thomas got rocked badly, that’s very bad
Haiti got hit hard, that’s obviously very sad.
poem by Hebert Logerie (12 January 2012)
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Im Sorry
I am sorry for everything im sorry for death and destruction im sorry for carnage im sorry for corrutption im sorry for broken feeling im sorry for lost promises im sorry for people that wont ever get to live on and past there next b-days im sorry for poor poeple in whcih im one of them im sorry for rich snobbish people except for one that helped me im sorry for hurtin her im sorry for earthquakes im sorry for tidal waves im sorry for sever shity weather im sorry about promisses that is made but will never be fulfilled im sorry abvout this and that and that and this over agaain a million, billion, trillion, etc infinate amount of times im sorry i cant fall in love im sorry no one loves me im sorry i sumtiems i seem secretive and guarded i jus want sum love im not a human shield if i got shot id bleed jus same amount as anyone esle im sorry for for all the bad thigns in life and imsorry for all the good things in life that get not noticed.......im sorry
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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Years of Tears
Years of tears for no ears to hear, lonely for years am I
Years of tears for no ears to hear in silence they dropp and die
Years of tears, hidden deep, I cannot weep, nor cry.
Years of tears, for many fears of dying alone, I sigh.
Years of tears which no one hears as many years go by.
Years of tears in the lonely sky, my tears grow wings and fly.
Years of tears, my smile shines, through its little lines, I lie.
Years of tears, my somber peers through my melancholy eye
Tears of tears, Years of Years, in my soul, I tie.
Years of tears for no ears to hear my tears weep goodbye….
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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