The Face Of Agony
pale, and abandoned
this is the face i see on the paper
veiled woman in black
lips cracked
teeth protruding
closed eyes
yet she swears
she knows where she is going
what she sees
inside her dream
in that nightmare
are obstructions
of guns bursting
she flees
and they find her
he kicks her
and laughs
he is dominion
she is a mystery
he is the shackle
she is freedom
seeking freedom
he is force
she is resistance
he laughs
she does not die.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Cannot Tell Me!
you cannot tell me
that freedom sees color,
religion, or financial status.
you cannot tell me
that freedom divides
between classes.
you cannot tell me
that freedom is for the few,
and not for the many.
you cannot tell me
that freedom can be bought,
sold, or traded.
you cannot tell me
that freedom can be won
by destroying innocent lives.
you cannot tell me
that freedom invades other countries
for political or economic reasons.
you cannot tell me
that freedom exists without justice.
you cannot tell me
that freedom is out of reach!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Freedom Lies
Freedom, theres more to your life so now[? ]
Old laws, man has made only blind.
Oh, give us freedom, a call to the brave and the strong,
To stand in the face of all wrong and show the way.
Freedom lies, freedom lies, freedom lies.
Freedom to live out the dream in a song,
Give hope to the hearts of the young.
Oh, give us freedom to act out of love and not fear,
So all that is true will be clear.
Hear tomorrow, calling hold me, show me.
Freedom lies, freedom lies, freedom lies.
Freedom lies, freedom lies, freedom lies.
song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Freedom Sigh
Freedom breathes through every pore,
Escapes in gasps froms cracks in floors.
I'll dream of you so many nights,
I've cried and screamed with eyes shut tight.
And freedom breeds, it lives, it fights.
I know not where I'm going,
Forgotten where I've been.
I'm floating through the streets unknowing,
to you I float, now thats a sin.
A freedim sigh escapes my lips,
I'm counting down the hours.
And I'll long for you to kiss these lips
in the light of freedom's powers.
but even freedom cheats, it lies, it slips.
I know not where I'm going
but I dream of where I've been.
freedom will keep my heart slowing,
and let me go on drowning in this mess.
And to you I'll float for days to come,
in darkness and in hiding.
I'll float until my heart is done,
and in death freedom conquers.
poem by Monica O'Connor
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Choices
those who dream of freedom
die in the clutches of those
who free them
for now thrown into the ocean of
choices
whether to go or to stay
to bite or to go hungry
to crawl or to climb or to fly
or just stay and be rotten
to be contented or to be thirsty forever
all these confront the face of the
free man
tired and weary and full of
indecision
freedom mocks him
laughs at him now
and takes him anywhere
he wanted to
he is like one who cannot finish
a movie on Tv
shifting as always from
unlimited number of
night channels
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Universal Freedom Is......
Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain
freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.
Freedom to give and freedom to share
freedom from want and that of despair.
Freedom to think and freedom to know
freedom to achieve and freedom to grow.
Freedom from bondage and freedom of liberation
freedom from ignorance and any unknown situation.
Freedom to come and freedom to leave
freedom to stay and freedom to conceive.
Freedom from struggle and freedom of ease
freedom to enjoy and the capacity to please.
Freedom from failure and freedom of success
freedom from denial and freedom of access.
Freedom from illusion and freedom of reality
freedom to become what we are in actuality.
Freedom to live and freedom to die
freedom to laugh and freedom to cry.
Freedom to speak and freedom to listen
freedom to act based on a wise decision.
Freedom from hate and freedom of love
freedom of below and freedom of above.
Freedom of the past and freedom of the present
freedom of the future and what it can represent.
Freedom from war and freedom of peace
freedom to begin and freedom to cease.
Freedom from sickness and freedom of health
freedom from poverty and mishandled wealth.
Freedom from wrong and freedom being right
freedom of the day and freedom of the night.
Freedom to choose and freedom to reject
freedom to imagine what there is to expect.
Freedom from lust and freedom from greed
freedom from anger and freedom from breed.
Freedom from jealousy and freedom from pride
freedom from within and freedom from outside.
Freedom of always not having anything to hide.
Freedom from space and also freedom from time
freedom from attachment and freedom from crime
Freedom to work and freedom to play
freedom to believe and freedom to pray.
Freedom to experience a rebirth someday.
Freedom from the body and freedom from the mind
freedom from the ego and freedom from being blind.
Freedom of transcendence being of the spiritual kind.
Universal freedom is eternal and infinite bliss
we should all therefore be able to realise this.
poem by George Krokos
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Cry Freedom
She told the story
I listened with my eyes closed
So sad but so true
She whispered softly
I asked her why she did so
She knew that I knew
She was a skater
The ice was her second home
The countrys finest
Everyone could see
She had a plan
To break across the border
Instead of waiting for
The powers that be
Cry freedom, sweet freedom
Tell the whole world
To get ready
Cry freedom, sweet freedom
Tell the whole world
That were ready
She said goodnight
But just as I was leaving
A black car came into view
And waiting there
They could hear me breathing
They knew that I knew, cry freedom
Insane questions
They asked me what did I know
So strange, they let me go
But more they try
The stronger our love grows
I know that I know, cry freedom
Cry freedom, sweet freedom ...
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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The Man By
Theres a man
Who plays the game of life so well
Theres such a man
His thoughts you can never tell
And its just the way he thought it would be
cause the day has come for him to be free
Then he laughs, he kicks and rolls up his sleeves
Im alive and Im here forever
This is the man
Theres a man
Everybody thought they knew
Theres such a man
Hes not like me and you
And its just the way she thought it would be
As he says, something has happened to me
Then he laughs, he kicks and rolls up his sleeves
Im alive and Im here forever
This is the man
And its just the way he thought it would be
cause the day has come for him to be free
Then he laughs, he kicks and rolls up his sleeves
Im alive and Im here forever
This is the man
Did you know - this man can do anything?
Theres such a man
I wish that we could bring
And its just the way he thought it would be
cause the day has come for him to be free
Then he laughs, he kicks and rolls up his sleeves
Im alive and Im here forever
This is the man
Theres a man
Everybody thought they knew
Theres such a man
Hes not like me and you
And its just the way she thought it would be
As he says, something has happened to me
Then he laughs, he kicks and rolls up his sleeves
Im alive and Im here forever
This is the man
This is the man
This is the man
This is the man
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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The Man
There's A Man
Who Plays The Game Of Life So Well
There's Such A Man
His Thoughts You Can Never Tell
And It's Just The Way He Thought It Would Be
'Cause The Day Has Come For Him To Be Free
Then He Laughs, He Kicks And Rolls Up His Sleeves
I'm Alive And I'm Here Forever
This Is The Man
There's A Man
Everybody Thought They Knew
There's Such A Man
He's Not Like Me And You
And It's Just The Way She Thought It Would Be
As He Says, Something Has Happened To Me
Then He Laughs, He Kicks And Rolls Up His Sleeves
I'm Alive And I'm Here Forever
This Is The Man
And It's Just The Way He Thought It Would Be
'Cause The Day Has Come For Him To Be Free
Then He Laughs, He Kicks And Rolls Up His Sleeves
I'm Alive And I'm Here Forever
This Is The Man
Did You Know - This Man Can Do Anything?
There's Such A Man
I Wish That We Could Bring
And It's Just The Way He Thought It Would Be
'Cause The Day Has Come For Him To Be Free
Then He Laughs, He Kicks And Rolls Up His Sleeves
I'm Alive And I'm Here Forever
This Is The Man
There's A Man
Everybody Thought They Knew
There's Such A Man
He's Not Like Me And You
And It's Just The Way She Thought It Would Be
As He Says, Something Has Happened To Me
Then He Laughs, He Kicks And Rolls Up His Sleeves
I'm Alive And I'm Here Forever
This Is The Man
This Is The Man
This Is The Man
This Is The Man
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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The Man
(with paul mccartney)
Theres a man
Who plays the game of life so well
Ooh, theres such a man
His thoughts you can never tell, ooh
And its just the way he
Thought it would be
cause the day has come
For him to be free
Im alive and Im here forever
This is the man
And its just the way she
Thought it would be
As he says, something has
Happened to me
Then he laughs, he kicks
And rolls up his sleeves
Im alive and Im here forever
This is the man
Theres a man
Everybody thought they knew
Ooh, theres such a man
Hes not like me and you, ooh
And its just the way she
Thought it would be
As he says, something has
Happened to me
Then he laughs, he kicks
And rolls up his sleeves
Im alive and Im here forever
This is the man
And its just the way she
Thought it would be
As he says, something has
Happened to me
Then he laughs, he kicks
And rolls up his sleeves
Im alive and Im here forever
This is the man
And its just the way she
Thought it would be
As he says, something has
Happened to me
Then he laughs, he kicks
And rolls up his sleeves
Im alive and Im here forever
This is the man
(this is the man)
Ooh yeah
(ooh, yeah)
This is the man
(this is the man)
This is the man
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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Laughs
A woman laughs more, laughs often.
She laughs more in front of men,
More so in front of whom she values
And a man enjoys her every laugh.
05.08.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Contemporary Freedom
I am who I am
Because of what I am
I ask for freedom from love
I ask for freedom from slavery
I ask for freedom from hunger
I ask for freedom from desire
You know and I know
That not all seeds you sow
Will eventually grow
This is contemporary poem
Seeking for freedom with my pen
I read there was an old man
Who bade farewell to his only son
At the hands of his own gun
Where his actions contemporary?
Was his anger or concern temporary?
This is contemporary poem
Seeking for freedom with my pen
Vivid imagination leads to frustration
It could trigger a chain-reaction
Hence the concept of mass-killing
Is born out of an over-reacted feeling
There is no cure or process of healing
Once death is the meal we are dealing
This is contemporary poem
Seeking for freedom with my pen
We drink with intention to forget
We drink but later on regret
And the people are walking
And the people are talking
Talking about freedom, freedom
Talking about a heavenly kingdom
Talking about their great grandfathers and their moms
Talking about freedom in any shape or form
This is contemporary poem
Seeking for freedom with my pen
And it does not make any sense
Why we always speak first in defense
And it does not make any sense
Why our passion for life despite the struggle is immense
We crave for human heroes
Those who started from zero
Their brave tales flows tremendously
So our fertile hope elongates endlessly
So when you tell a lie
Look your victim deep in the eye
Penetrate their mind
Find out what you can find
Because freedom is a lie
Because freedom is a lie
This is contemporary poem
Seeking for freedom with my pen
Copyright 2007 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Extension 33
Living at the y, extension 33,
Nothing to care or to worry.
Once I was in love with a blind man,
But my auntie told me, dont do it, its not worth it.
Living at the y, 33 years,
No one to call or to write to.
Once I was in love with a married man,
But my instincts told me, dont tell him, itll kill you.
Im sad I didnt marry the blind man,
But whats a life with three blind children?
Im glad I never told the married man,
It saved my pride and freedom.
Living at the y, in 33 rooms,
Nowhere to visit or write to.
Once I was in love, it nearly killed me,
But now I have my pride and freedom.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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My Definition Of Freedom
what a simple word.
sweet to the lips yet costs to attain. Who amongst u is really free
Do u even know what it is to be free?
What is ur definition of freedom?
Is it being loose and giving ur body to anyone withiout consensus?
Then how do u percieve feeedom?
Is it despising morals, ethics, respect and correction?
Is that ur meaning of Freedom?
Let me break it down for u.
Freedom, my Freedom, our freedom. Freedom is knowing the extents to wich God went to save ur life but still have respect for humanity.
Freedom is knowing that u don live under law but grace and still cling to this grace.
Freedom is to know that ur records of wrongs have been erased but u still strive for perfecion.
Freedom, My Freedom, Our Freedom.
My freedom is not a vote.
My freedom is not a govt designed system and terminology but My Freedom is the son of God. My Freedom is he who overcame death.
My Freedom is he who was before the beggining began. Freedom My Freedom Our Freedom is Jesus.
poem by Mbaimbai Phathutshedzo
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Absolute Freedom
Freedom from within
Freedom to think beyond universe
Freedom from living up to other ideas or expectations
Freedom to stand against all odds
Freedom from gods will
Freedom from triumph and disaster
Freedom from democracy and aristocracy
Freedom from scams and scandals
Freedom from caste, creed and color
Freedom from meaning less dogma
Freedom from fear and hatred
Freedom from life and death
poem by Sunnieyd Inquilab
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This Spectral Love
That girl, she loves my jazz
Eyes closed, she twirls
Her pearly whites revealing
A momentary content
That madcap girl
Blues and Reds send her to the moon, baby
Greens to the carpet
Digging in her heels
Takes the fix for the kicks
To be comfortable
To feel remarkable
That sweet child
Slinks like a cat
Up my leg
Purring all the while
'Make love to me, ' she smiles dreamily
'Make love before the sun comes up'
That girl, she is
A wounded bird
But she laughs all night long
How she laughs
That girl, my girl
Never wants to leave
This room, these feelings
This spectral love of ours
poem by Yoni Assis
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At Last Uhuru! !
Long ago, was it diagnosed
Yet, to prove it took time.
With a single sentence
I was sentenced to freedom.
Freedom from expecting love
When there was only like
Freedom from seeking a life union
While a day long glance was offered
Freedom from giving so much
To receive so little
Freedom from suspense and anxiety
While away ebbed my confidence
Freedom from grabbing the non-existent
When nothing was the existent
Freedom from building on an illusion, well clad
When reality was a truth, stark naked
Freedom to paddle elsewhere my canoe
and fish my catch.
FREEDOM AT LAST! Uhuru! !
03/05/99
poem by Ike Bismarck Oji
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A Friend In New York Shot In An Art Exhibition
big round glasses
chinese eyes framed in black
curly black hair
pigtailed
protruding scarlet lips
closed
mustache untrimmed
you are the mouse of modern art
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Freedom space bound
Freedom from the cell results
In bondage outside the cell.
Freedom from anger that
You get by resistance
Or freedom from sex
That you get by sublimation
Will not give you freedom
But bondage outside of them.
Freedom shifts as desires do
In one’s life till it wrecks.
11.12.2010.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Land of the Free (c) 3-29-08
Land of the Free home of the brave
Land of disease home of the slave
Freedom of religion Freedom of speech
Freedom of press and freedom to breach
Freedom to steal freedom to take
Freedom to carry guns and Freedom to break
The laws of the man and the laws of the word
Freedom from peace but to still use the bird
The only home of brave and Land of the Free
The land who rules based off democracy
Freedom to starve and Freedom to be poor
Freedom to break and enter someone’s door
Freedom to lay off workers and close off jobs
Freedom to take what they want and to rob
Freedom of abortion Freedom of extortion
Freedom to own land and give everyone their portion
Freedom for action by any means necessary
But what their picture of that can really be scary
Freedom to wage war without our consent for our hours to be spent
Freedom to take our money then make us pay rent
Land of the prospering riches and of those who don’t care for the
People who live in the FREE old America
Copyright 3-29-08 ©® Corey Threet
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poem by Corey Threet
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And What About Freedom?
sad indeed,
there are other freedoms still
freedom from having no ideas, from this dryness,
freedom from having you
as a poet on forced wit and half-cooked cleverness
freedom from a reader
who has nothing to offer
except his own loneliness
his having nothing to do
freedom from long bored
to death
freedom from having nothing
to say and comment
freedom from this feeling of emptiness
this bigotry
this indigestion of dumb thoughts
freedom from impertinence, immateriality, irrelevance,
freedom from thinking about freedom
freedom from freedom itself
there are more
freedom from pain
is useless now
that you are dead.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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