Related quotes: No more copies The originals...

Original

No more copies
The originals will do
Loose leaf individuals
And a carbon or two....

I am the source
Of all that happens to me
am I? or do I?
Just bear the happening...

A bit unusual
Obscure, in a way
That belongs to no one
Save the entire population., , ,

I am a human being-
without pigmentation
Absorbing all rays
Or else while the chaste
Reflecting all shades...

Mostly, I am present
When I seem to be
Nothing more than a figure
Behind closed doors...

Overdrawn on art and poetry
What price haven't I paid?
All but the currency
Of a sacrifice mislaid...

Back to the living
Dying wouldn't stick
Though I longed for it ardently
Like any other masochist...

Who cannot stand to be
Less than immortal
At all times, partially,
A short coming is fatal...

poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Death Must Be Like Dying

Death Must Be Like Dying
Date: March 30,2012

Death must be like dying
A slow swirl circling the drain
Allowing a final release…
Cutting loose the fire I've savored
The passion I've held tight to my heaving breast
It sure feels like dying, whispers steal my dying breathe
Letting go what I've touched and cherished as my own
I've laid down the promise of twilight
Exhausted from the load
I can't climb from this prison anymore
Or stand to see my soul beaten down again, again
God knows I've tried…tried so hard
To release the beast that burdens me
It clings like cancer to my soul
Heavy…like sacks of sand or wet cement
I tremble beneath the weight
Wondering, wondering…
Who can say the truth of this place
Admit the defeat, lay down the stone
Then rise to fly again…

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Copyright © 2012 Leria Hawkins, All Rights Reserved

poem by Leria Hawkins
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Love is Not...

Love is not
Gazing at the same things
And expecting to agree
Over what we see.

But listening
To the others perspective,
And seeing through their eyes
With empathy and open mind,
even if you disagree.

We are all unique
So why this urge to
Make carbon copies?

Its part of
Being human
To allow others
the complete experience-
human and being

By simply
Being present
In that moment.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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A completely red

The soil has turned completely red
It has so much anguish and pain to be read
How much more sacrifice and bloodshed?
What more you want us to be fed?

Is it not enough we have longed for?
Is the freedom totally uncalled for?
Are we not worthy creatures to ask for it?
Don’t you think we have all the rights for light?

Our children are dying each day?
There is no solution in sight or reasonable way
How much more bloodshed or price to pay?
Why world leaders have no hope for the bright ray?

We shall bleed to last drop
No amount of suppression can make us to stop
We are used to and likely to face repressive measures
The path may not be open but some way it assures

The almighty may pardon us for our slavery
We have fought it with exceptional bravery
How many of us were crushed under the feet of cavalry?
The humanity has never witnessed such orgy and rivalry

How much more we have to undergo such misery?
Why can’t they take decision and form advisory?
What will be ultimate price for its realization?
Is it not the shame or blot on civilization?

Our forefathers and almighty may question our wisdom?
What sacrifice and price we have paid for freedom?
Who were all responsible for our miserable plight?
No power on earth can take away our liberty with all their might

We may not live to see the bright sun shine
If we can, it may still be praise worthy and fine
Let the cause for freedom not suffer under suppression
There may certainly be the end for repression

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Miss(ed) You

o' long lonely days
of miles away
my forehead bathes in sweat
in the bare gardens of loneliness
forgotten in boredom or happiness?
as my unusual face
looks at a distant place
so far in distance
to see (un) clearly who is coming
to my scene
with an unusual laughter
to be a happy man again
for i miss(ed) you so much
my dear love....

opn23082012/0614

'i miss(ed) you'
'hands of hope' book no.9 of 2012
aug.2012

ntema's unique poetry

poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Jesus Christ's Policy In Poetry

we believe we know that Jesus Christ
would still come to earth lay down his life
for only one person to save just one soul

to be born to live to horrifically die
all to save just one receptive accepting soul
is an ultimate sacrifice in salvation

who would in contemporary times imitate this sacrifice
spend years sacrifice career income to achieve same goal
write an entire poem for sole need of one just one soul?

all that effort an entire poem engineered for just one soul
an entire poem signature written to be read but once for one soul
such effort to answer need of a single soul imitates Jesus Christ

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Introduction To Post-conceptual Poetics(3)

conceptual poetry is not like poetry but post-conceptual poetry is more like a poem of immortal death-death reflecting the happening of death.At the same time death or concept or conceptual metaphor becomes a butterfly flying into the textual eyes of the reader, reflecting and analysing the post -death death, poetics of life which can only be grasped by changing levels of realizing energy of focus on the combination of truth-condition and satisfaction-condition.This is the ghosted identity of post-conceptual poetics in the 21st century digital-culture raising hunanity in a surversive way.

poem by Nyein Way
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Introduction To Post-conceptual Poetics(2)

poem by Nyein Way
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Last Call

Caught in a strugle
With your back against the wall
You saw it coming and you all must heed the call
Your time is short and you must decide
The path of action either live or die
The clock is ticking and it's moving fast
Can we move on or are we victims of the past
What a sacrifice - who will pay the price?
Racism flourished and it's stronger than before
People are fighting in another local war
Your time is short and you must decide
The path of action either live or die
The hate must stop and the war must cease
To make this world a place to live we must have peace
What a sacrifice - who will pay the price?
Think before you act...
Before it's too late...

song performed by by 24-7 Spyz
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Poem: Faith To Meet Each Trial

Although I may be weak and weary at times,
You gird my spirit with an inner strength.
When reaching out to You in earnest prayer,
I'll always be within Your arm's length.

Please continue to enlighten me with truth,
so I may better appreciate these victories
that increase around my life, day after day -
which are the result of communing with Thee.

By my words, Godly deeds and humble prayers,
I purpose to release my commitment unto You,
knowing that I'm promised Your blessings
and coming are these divine breakthroughs.

O my Lord, thank You for empowering me!
By faith, I claim my spiritual inheritance.
As a child of yours, nothing can stand against me
and I will rise above all, earthly circumstances.

Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
1 John 4: 4

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http: //www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513

poem by Joseph James Breunig 3rd
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January 26,2011until.......

And I'm thinking of wars. Although, one, understands nothing. So I share what I know. A country called Syria that calls for democracy. Living subtracted from their civil rights for almost 40 years. Passed from father to son the power. And an entire population, a generation of dumb slaves, humiliated, without rights, calls now for free!
Who can help? Who can stop the worst of wars, which is a civilian? destroying over each other until nothing remains. Until someone asks... What's left? Where do we go?

Then comes the application of human rights, the famous Geneva Convention. But it seems that war is deaf to such international appeals. Doctors Without Borders, Red Cross, working almost alone, in another war, to save lives. Are attacked, can not be fixed, the conflict is also nomadic.
And in this way, the innocent perish. The sons of war, babies, mothers and fathers of war. The blood of an entire people poured out of greed and veneration of power.

Emerge also international interests. Some help others destroy, and more guns and fewer supplies. And fewer hospitals and fewer professionals. Finally, fewer lives.

How many chances throw away, how many dead Gênius, how many silent poets, writers, teachers, humanists.

The world loses again.

poem by Mirna Morgan
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A Willing Sacrifice

They say they love God like me, and they want to live eternally,
Without the love I have for Him, as they continue their life of sin.
But the power of Calvary’s Cross, changes the hearts of the lost,
As men come to Jesus Christ, His Spirit changes wayward lives.

They say in God they believe, but life in Christ they don’t receive,
But men must believe in their heart, for life in Christ to truly start.
Most men will acknowledge God, and agree He exists with a nod,
But never truly embrace His Son, Who came to die for everyone.

Some want to believe religiously, without a change men can see,
Afraid more about what men say, than our Lord on Judgment Day.
But we can’t believe Saving Truth, without our life showing proof,
Within our hearts and in our lives, that we belong to Jesus Christ.

For He did more than die for men, on a cross He purchased them,
When He became God’s sacrifice, His Blood for all paid the price.
A price we could not pay for sin, that on a cross was paid by Him,
When God sent Christ to the cross, to save a world of sinners lost.

The debt that we could not afford, was paid in Grace by The Lord,
And so we die to a life of sin, and use our life to acknowledge Him.
Being truly loved by God’s Son, we profess His Name to everyone,
Willing to be God’s living sacrifice, and God’s Light for Jesus Christ.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Beautiful Occupation

Don't just stand there watching it happening
I can't stand it don't feel it
Something telling me
Don't wanna go out this way
Have a nice day
Read it in the headlines
Watch it on the tv
Put it in the background
Stick it in the back
Stick it in the back
For the beautiful occupation
The beautiful occupation
Don't need an invitation
To drop in upon a nation
Up to city come
I'm just sittin here
I'm just wastin my time
Half a million civilians gonna die today
They looked the wrong way
Read it in the headlines
Watch it on the tv
Put it in the background
Stick it in the back
Stick it in the back
For the beautiful occupation
The beautiful occupation
you don't need an invitation
to drop in upon a nation
Don't just stand there watching it happening
I can't stand it dont feel it
Something telling me
Dont wanna go out this way
Have a nice day
Read it in the headlines
Watch it on the tv
Put it in the background
Stick it in the back
Stick it in the back
For the beautiful occupation
The beautiful occupation
You don't need an invitation
To drop in upon a nation
For the beautiful occupation
The beautiful occupation
So much for an intervention
Don't call the united nations

song performed by by Travis
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The Man Who Took On Big Brother

The man who stand for human rights, freedom and justice
Is now in jail perhaps for a long stay
The authorities say he an an agitator
The only reason he is locked away.

He was a brave man to take on big brother
For those who take on big brother are few
And though he may spend many years behind bars
To a higher human principle he is true.

He could have kept his mouth shut like me and others
For human rights is not a popular thing
Instead he spoke his mind and got in trouble
And the wrath of big brother upon himself did bring.

He is that man who dared to take on big brother
But for his brave stand he is in jail today
And for speaking out for human rights and justice
His loss of freedom is the price he pay.

poem by Francis Duggan
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For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no paper currency, no promises to pay, but the gold of real service.

quote by John Burroughs
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I Paid The Price

See notes below
Well Im sick and tired
Of your alibis,
And your indiscreet lies
Just wont get you by,
Over and over and over and over again.
And your family,
Your forced superiority,
Your azure delusions of grandeur,
Are gonna cut you free,
Over and over and over and over again.
Youre as cold as ice.
Ahh, youre not miss nice,
And I paid the price.
Ahh, you can count me out.
Oh, without a doubt,
I paid the price.
And up and down, round, round you go,
But you know one monkey
Dont stop no show.
Its plain to see
Youre in need of help,
But I just cant go on
And whip myself
Over and over and over, over again.
Ahh, you can count me out.
Ahh, without a doubt,
You know, I paid the price.
Ahh, youre not miss nice.
Youre as cold as ice,
And I paid the price.
Yes I did.
You know I did.
And I just wanna know
Whos your sponsor.
I just wanna know, oh,
I just a-wanna know, oh,
I just a-wanna know, oh,
Whos your angel.
{backup singers} [i paid the price.]
Sing the song.
[i paid the price.]
[i paid the price.]
[i paid the price.]
And dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
And dont discriminate your sponsor.
[i paid the price.]
And be good to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Hey, hey!!
[i paid the price.]
Dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
And dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Dont discriminate your sponsor.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Uhh, be good!
[i paid the price.]
Be good to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
I tried for to blow it. (? ? )
[i paid the price.]
I tried for to blow it (? ? ), one more time.
[i paid the price.]
I tried for to blow it (? ? ), one more time.
[i paid the price.]
If you blow it one more time, I say,
[i paid the price.]
Oh, youre as
Cold as ice,
And youre not miss nice,
And Ive definitely
Paid the price.

song performed by by Van Morrison
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Cause and Effect

Nothing in life is circumstantial,
Everything happens for a reason
And anything you do,
Whether you do it right or wrong
Within a set time framework,
It will have a cause and effect…

Failure and disappointment
Will be the final result
If you are one of those
Drown in desperation
When missing the tool of creativity.
Your works will give you away
Since your name is stamped on it
And only time will tell…

Success is only reserved
For all of those on Earth
Willing to sacrifice their time
Toward the achievement
Of their ultimate goal
Which it should be based on:
Honesty, integrity and ethic
Anywhere in the World!

poem by Romeo Della Valle
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I Understand 'Fantasy

Will there ever be a place in your heart
Or is this thing, just fire and sparks
A burn that's held me, decades long
How can it flame, and still be wrong

If not for love, then just for spite
I'll hold on with my dying might
You cannot rip this love from me
I'll hold it tight, you wait and see

Midnight finds you in the burn
Sleep won't come, you toss and turn
Up at two, you still can't sleep
You fry the wires, â€˜stead counting sheep

I'm not angry, won't make demands
I've simply failed to understand
What keeps you coming back for more
When you don't understand what a heart is for

Countless times, I've tried to break free
But your iron clad grips gotta hold on me
Why not just let me slip away
No debt is due, no price to pay

What keeps you tied to my life
When my whispers cut you like a knife
I guess its luck that you can't bleed
Or feel the grief you've given me

No tenderness, no promises made
Why carry on this masquerade
Take off your mask and face the truth
My heart's the only one you use

Baby, I can love, without your songs
I've loved you for so very long
But I understand this fantasy
And that's all this love will ever be

poem by Leria Hawkins
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If You Wouldn't Be My Lady

Take away the song a songbird sings
Take away the sound that laughter brings
Take the music from a melody
Never take your love away from me
You make me smile
You make darkness turn into warm sunshine
You give me love
The Lord above knows
I wouldn't know what to do if you wouldn't be my lady
I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't here today
I wouldn't know what to do if you wouldn't be my lady
I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't here to stay
Take away the gentle summer breeze
Take away the golden autumn leaves
I can live without blue skies above
But I could never live without your love
You give me life
You make bad times turn into the good times
You give me love
The Lord above knows
I wouldn't know what to do if you wouldn't be my lady
I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't here to stay
I wouldn't know what to do if you wouldn't be my lady
I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't here to stay
I wouldn't know what to do if you wouldn't be my lady
I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't here today
I wouldn't know what to do if you wouldn't be my lady

song performed by by Charlie Rich, lyrics by Jimmy Holiday & Eddie Reeves from Behind Closed Doors (1973)
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Dream - Refugee-free Civil Society

Refugee is some one who was
REFUsed the right to reside further
In the land to which he belongs
Got Evicted and guardedly placed
Elsewhere

When a new system of governance
Comes in replacing an existing one
This issue arises

War and one of its attendant social issues
Is managing refugees

A civilized society
Cannot claim it to be so
If it has in its midst
A number of refugees
And an exclusive camp where refugees stay

It is scar on the entire human race
Which, at present, is the highly civilized
And is always on the path of development
With so many facilities
Adding up each second that passes

The condition of a refugee
Is far beyond the description
Of being pathetic

They do not have a place to stay
Leave alone the house
And the homely environment

Some of them had a great living
Before getting evicted
Leaving back in their home land
Properties much beyond the reach of many
In the land where they are “settled”
For no fault of theirs
But simply because of the
Clash of two warring segments
Who constitute only a miniscule
Of the entire people in trouble

No future in sight
No present in hand
Only a painful past
Haunting them all through

It is hard to believe
That some camps run for decades

Do they not deserve
The normal living others
Both in their ex-land and in their entry-land
Are enjoying

It is a shame
On the organized living
And no development means any thing
To the human race
As long we have a refugee
In our midst

They need emotional, economical
And the other social support
If you really feel
They are also human beings

It is a wonder
That in natural systems
There is no living thing
Which suffers this refugee stamp

Will there be a day
When we will have a refugee-free
Civil Society

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Lead My Hand O' Dear Life

lead my hand
on this land
o' dear life,
until the end

o' dear thought
of comfort

seed my life
feed me not in strife
bleed me joy from nine to five

lead me a journey of phases
a journey of ages
to face this

germinate in me a corn
of survival
a history of possibilities
a record of living to afford
a source to live

for this life
is a choreographer of life
a propeller of existence
an economy of spiritual commodities

a tear dropp of opportunities
yet not so many does see its commonalities
an event of anomalies and regularities

lead me a way o' dear life
carry me a sledge on a journey of life
a terrain of survival and life

a gemstone for many
a pentagon of any
a model of penny

an artwork of joy

a string of life on a journey
a script of many
a stanza of any

**extract from 'journey of life' and 'on a journey', a february 2012 ebook**