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Growing Pains

The glass is half empty,
Yet, there is still something there.
Discouragement, pushing us towards greatness.
Iron sharpens iron, by friction, not apathy.
The greater the odds, the greater the payoff.
Miracles are believed in, before they are seen.
My biggest defeats,
Were my greatest victories.
What I was, became the contrast to who I wanted to be.
If I didn't experience my worst,
How would I know my best?
We all experience growing pains, inch by inch.
Sometimes the growth is a spurt.
We reach new heights, as we allow ourselves to grow.
The temporary locks us in time,
I grow anxious as time stands still.
I want to move forward,
But I must remain still.
Calm and tranquil.
In the peace of knowing,
The seed is planted,
Deep in the mud.
It takes time to root,
And then it sprouts,
Then the flower blooms.
Now the world will see it's beauty.

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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The Flower of Death

The life is all we have; the death is all we need
It sets in our souls as an unfertilized seed
We know it will root soon, and take over our mind
And its stalk will sprout and wind

Death will take blossom, and it shall never fade it shall stay bright
And oh it shall be a beautiful sight, as it holds its petals into the night
And the leaves shall spread as green as green can be
And if you look close you will see

It's roots shall grow deep in the pot of eternity, in the dirt of the mind
The flower shall shine, so magnificent so kind
It's pollen will fly, will sour
And wait at the front of someone's door

The sun of the next world shall shine and nurture, the rain shall fall
Thanks to that the vines shall grow, and overcome the wall
The minerals of the soul will strengthen the warmth shall grow
This process shall grow, like snow falls, fast at first then slow

For the life is all we have; the death is all we need
It sets in our souls as an unfertilized seed
We know it will root soon, and take over our minds
And its stalk will sprout and wind

For now the flower shall bloom
The darkness shall leave, take the gloom
It shall leave us and we shall follow in the light of what's to be
Only then, we shall see

The flower of forever
As it takes root, you use it as a lever
Lifting you to the flower
And now you shall not cower

For you know this will spread and the flower shall grow shall thrive
And then you will know you are truly alive
As it takes root in your soul, and it shall becomes the power
For this is the blossom, this is the flower

The life is all our have; the death is all we need
It sets in our souls as an unfertilized seed
We know it will root soon, and take over our mind
And its stalk will sprout and wind

Bethany Hill
(This poem is not supposed to make you contemplate death, and I would not like to have people think that it is. It is just meant to show you that you should not fear death yet you should not reach for it but to take it when it is meant to come. Thank you)

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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After Election Thoughts

history was made today-in every sense of the way.
they say he did not have the experience of his republican incumbent.
but! to the people a message he had sent.
that it was time for us to take a stand
and that he needs a helping hand.
so as americans we must all roll up our sleeves.
forget the discrimination-and forget the monetary greed.
if our country is to be all that it can-it does need a helping hand.
so let us give the support that president obama needs
for he has planted a seed.
this seed will continue to grow and for the world it will show.
all the possibilities-that it created for you and me.
whether we are white, yellow, -or black-we cannot give up the slack
so let us move forward with pride and determination
that we may save this great nation.

poem by Louis Rams
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Inch By Inch

You can take a powder
You can take a drink
You can keep the shrink
And the kitchen sink
Write my name in heaven
In invisible ink
I just woke up from dreaming, I think
You can take me over
You can give me a lip
You can take me under
You can give me the slip
Take off everything or tear me off a strip
Like a lady in the chamber
And another in the clip
Chorus
Dont move a muscle baby
Dont even flinch
You can miss me by a mile
Or just inch by inch
Inch by inch
Inch by inch
Inch by inch
You can pull me up again
Inch by inch
Inch by inch
As pulses race
I long to see that look upon your face
You can take me outside
You can take me apart
You can take me upstairs
You can take me to heart
You made me love you when
You thought you were so smart
Dont try to stop me when
You told me to start
Chorus

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Free Yourself and Let It Go

Deflated ego?

You think I say the things I do to you,
To deflate your ego?
I am hoping my assistance,
Helps you get rid of it.
And seeing no benefit in being limited.
And that's what your ego has done!
Made you believe you are number one.
And everything you do is correct.
Without a self examination...
Needed to allow you to live your best yet.

Deflated ego?

I may say some things to you that upsets.
I may even criticize something you do,
You accept as your best.
I might even attempt to strip,
That façade you charade.
Since it's your ego that has you 'tripped'...
When you see it for what it is,
You will realize your greatness has nothing to do with it.
In fact it is keeping you,
Inflated with bs and other nonsense.

Deflate your ego?
You think I do that,
From a threat I feel.
To diminish you in some way...
So I would have a greater appeal?
And deflating your ego would give me thrills?

You need to free yourself and let it go.
If you believe that keeping it,
Inspires a greater you with heights to reach!

Free yourself and let it go.
That ego you've got stunts your growth!

Free yourself and let it go.
That ego you've got stunts your growth!

Free yourself and let it go.
That ego you've got stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!

That ego you've got stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!

That ego you've got stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!

That ego you've got stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Pregnancy

You planted this seed in me
You nurtured and helped it grow
You shaped and molded it from head to toe
You watched it grow through the different stages
Month by month and day by day
Not knowing what you were forming
Or should I say you didn't care
You would leave me starving
Which left my baby malnourished
Shortly after it was time for my baby to be delivered
I started feeling the pains at night
Something felt strange, it just didn't seem right
I called you once again to help me
Once again you were not there
So I had to deliver this baby alone
This baby you planted in me
Month by month and day by day
You said that you'd be home today
I guess you're not
So I will deliver without you
Might not be a pleasant sight
Lots of blood and pain
Here it comes
Screaming from the pain
It hurts
Why aren't you here
The baby is now here
Look how unique it is
I shall call my baby Revenge

poem by Tonette Copes
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I'ma Queen

In as deep, deep sleep...
But yet woke...
Surrounded by beauty...

That gift, that woman...
Gods creation...
Queens a plenty...

Woman...there are not many...
Coming of age at a...
Young age...

Sharing all the world...
And its rage...
Doing her part on stage...

Born to be wrap in silk...
Queen-mother in her own rite...
Poor she is not...

Inner riches help to...
Deter the plots...
Cots made a wonderful...

Lay for pay...
A soul enlaced with beauty...
A wild seed...there were many...

Time give view to her real duties...
Duties of self...esteem...
Self...worth...

Self, self, self...
Is there nothing else?
Inward tears flow forward...

Smiles become frowns...
And back again...
And the queen within...
Wins...

Sun and rain together...
Allows the flower...
To grow...

Grow my pretty...grow...
Fly...

whisperkwane
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Growth of a Rose

A rose has been planted in it's place
Waiting to begin it's life as a beautiful flower

A shower of rain falls on the rose
Awakening the rose from it's long slumber

Beneath the ground where this flower is planted
It's roots have started to grow out from the rain

Soon the rain has stopped and the sun shines
The warmth of the sun's rays help the rose grow

Seeing the bright rays shine from it's source
The rose begins to reach out to the sky

Finally escaping the cold dark place the flower was in
It has at last faced the bright world for the first time
Revealing it's beauty and experiencing the feeling of pure happiness

poem by Sarah Bruun
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Above From The Deep

Above from the deep
Taller than the sky wall
We shall pluck the sun
Embracing all shines in our arm
Bring it back into the ground
Brightening dark deep down
A Light for our dreams to grow
Above from the deep

Let the shine in their eyes staring
Upon me holding something
In my hand without a thing
Because only my eyes knowing
The existence of what i am holding
The invisible dream that i dream

Own my heart as whole
Forever it will be placed in my hand
Coated with my every strength
With all trust i lay in this palm
For invisible dream to survive

Just like a farmer without a land
Only in my heart for seeds to grow
Waiting for wake up from long sleep
In a while we witnessing the flowing wind
Moving with the time, roll the clock wheels
Then we watching days changing to years
Observing the hopeless grass grow taller

The shine in their eyes intriguing
Of my invisible seed surfaced by the dust
Layers of ashes bury it deeper from above
In my hand, i still holding, i still believing
The strength and trust i keep holding
For a small wish one day will growing

Above from the deep
Fertilizing with trial and error
Usual watering without surrender
Above from the deep
Raising hand from below
The green hopes finally crawling out
In ambient of different calling to wake up
Above from the deep
The sun still waiting for this new born
Touch them up to reach higher as they can go
Higher and taller above
Above from this deep

I just like a farmer without a land
But seeding dreams without discriminating
Of which seeds I should choose and growing
To pick only the best one to grow, No oh No
As my heart says grow all, their potential we don't hold
So i will grow all without discriminating
Even I am only a farmer without a land

One sweet day i smell something sweet
From a garden of my soul
The growing plant i seed once
with tears and hardness i witnessed
Harvest from sweet sacrifice
Turn for joy and happiness
For reality now in same line
Side by side walk with me

Above from this deep
Sweat and tears dropp to my feet
I smell the existence of my ripen dream fruit
Yet if i grow all dreams i shall have many
Of diverse tastes and colorful flowers
So i told the seed and land, my heart of no land farmer
Believe your self to go above, get brighter
Even you cant, don't go deeper, it's darker

So take care of what you dream
Just matter of time to tell you when
For one day it will go above
Higher, reaching from this deep
Above from this deep

: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : About this poem: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :
This is a poem that i write for one of my friend here, that finally
found the strength after many times feel down for uncertainty time
I'm so proud to see how great smile can bounce back to that innocent heart.I know we dream many things in our life, sometimes we can reach sometimes we cant but never abandon what we have start, seed them with try...maybe for others our dream is a small but in our eyes that is what we wanted for, so chase what you want to do...we may not have it now, seed takes years to grow as a strong tree, some even to sprout takes years to get favorable condition....I never agree
for whom said, pick the best seed or seedling...sometimes the weaker one could be stronger and better, it changes through time, like our life we become better..we learn to survive, so give any chance to anyone and dream to grow and proves as what they really are...and for a dream we dream we will enjoy a fruit imagine if we dream of different, we may have many types of fruits/flower just if we seed and care them....but dream without try and care it is hopeless...
It's a dream in a dream...For my friend who knows that this is for you, you have fallen many times, cry deeply and now i am glad you find a shineSo go my dear friend, for everyone Go above from the deep...you will smile, For all..LOve_Unwritten Soul

poem by Unwritten Soul
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Love's Like A Flower

Love like a flower has to blossom
and grow! With tender loving care,
it could happen, you know. For love
like a flower, must have a seed to
start, like the seed you implanted,
within my heart! Love like the flower,
needs it's time and it's space, to
enfold and behold, all it's beauty
and grace. But unlike the flower,
as the time passes by, my love,
will never, wither nor die!

poem by Audrey Heller
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(Angry Poem) Absolute Destruction

One step closer, one inch further,
to absolute destruction.
Tear it all down.
Move out of the way.
Or i will dig into you,
with claws sharper then a scalpel.

One step closer, one inch further,
to absolute destruction.
Vengeance is a game best played numb,
so numb. I'm a black hole.
I'll suck you in. then with the strongest gravity,
ill crush you to oblivion.
I just cant take it anymore.
As hard as I try this time.
I don't think some people will survive.
Its my wrath that cast a shadow of an overcast.

One step closer, one inch further,
to absolute destruction.
Feel the rhythm, its a sooth Sayer.
That plays music in such a way,
that my body becomes an iron cage.
Fight to free yourself.
You just can't. It wont break.
You are mine.
You are in heaven already.
You just don't know it.
You infected me with your sick
bent twisted blistered ideas.
I tell them to leave me alone.
They still don't go.

One step closer, one inch further,
to absolute destruction.
Seen it all before.
Open the door an come fourth once more.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Older They Grow But Not Up

Older they grow,
But not up!

Many never experience a maturity.
Raised on entertaining limited thoughts.
And few have abilities,
To comprehend little of what they read.
Or take the responsibility,
To hold themselves accountable...
For actions begun and those they leave.

Older they grow,
But not up!

And demands they make,
To satisfy their spoiled ways.
Since no one around them wants to hear them fuss.
Realizing not one of those fussers who also cuss,
Wants to take a position,
To make a decisive decision.

Since accusations are prioritized in their lives lived,
As a must.
And expectations are less for them.
For those exposed to them growing older...
Knowing these minds have no time left.
For them to show a growing up,
With a thoughtfulness.

Older they may grow...
But for them it sure is not up!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Guaranteed

Eventually the root of a situation,
Bears the fruit,
Of what has been planted.

It may take longer,
Than something else seeded.
Something deeper intentionally done...
Without the acknowledgement,
Of the one who is to reap...
What another has sown.
That takes time on its own,
To shed upon it the truth of daylight!

In time a tainted harvest,
Crops to the surface.
For everyone to see...
What has been done to whom and when,
And why.
And if a provided taste does not correctly please...
A search to unearth this deed,
Will uncover the culprit!
Usually not too far...
From a fixation one has with weeds.
Discovered,
Delighting in the growth and appearance of it!

Eventually the root of a situation,
Bears the fruit,
Of what has been planted.
That is a given.
It is guaranteed!
Eventually.
Like a bad seed enjoying deceit fed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Garden Song

This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the john denver album, and has also been released on the voice of america and the country roads collection albums.
Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
All it takes is a rake and a hoe
And a piece of fertile ground
Inch by inch, row by row
Someone bless these seeds I sow
Someone warm them from below
Till the rain comes tumblin down
Pullin weeds and pickin stones
Man is made of dreams and bones
Feel the need to grow my own
Cause the time is close at hand
Rainful rain, sun and rain
Find my way in natures chain
Tune my body and my brain
To the music from the land
Plant your rows straight and long
Temper them with prayer and song
Mother earth will make you strong
If you give her love and care
Old crow watchin hungrily
From his perch in yonder tree
In my garden Im as free
As that feathered thief up there
Words and music by dave mellett

song performed by by John Denver
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Summer Holiday

When the sun shouts and people abound
One thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of
bronze
And the iron age; iron the unstable metal;
Steel made of iron, unstable as his mother; the tow-
ered-up cities
Will be stains of rust on mounds of plaster.
Roots will not pierce the heaps for a time, kind rains
will cure them,
Then nothing will remain of the iron age
And all these people but a thigh-bone or so, a poem
Stuck in the world's thought, splinters of glass
In the rubbish dumps, a concrete dam far off in the
mountain...

poem by Robinson Jeffers
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Flower Blooms As The Universe

a million years for a flower
to unveil the art of divine creation
to us - fragrance, shades, curves,
texture and minute ingenious designs
- filamens, pistils, stagmens, pollen..
orchids, roses, crocuses, geraniums

petal by petal, inch by inch,
second by second,
sun and moon, moon and sun
a million other universes
accompany the bloom
as it slowly, surely
digests the world
to show us its beauty

as the bloom crowns us all
at the apex of its wonder
- a million other universes
too have been born and
move inch by inch
towards achieving
a full bloom in the heavens

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Marriage Vows/Aniversary Successes

How little we know in our growing years?
Protected by our loved ones from woes and fears.
We continue to grow from our past.
Searching for a new love one that will last.
Accentuated by our social being to find one with to share.
We take our wedding vows to show the world we care.
A family is next to sustain our marriage and fortify our love.
To succeed this human experience needs to be blessed from above.
We think back how easy it was to say, 'I do'
But it was your conviction, good foundation and character that seen you through.
Each years number large or small celebrate your anniversary none the less.
For the greater the number the greater the the success.

poem by Theodore Colterelli
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The Children Of Sisyphus

yes your children
they learn
to walk
and talk
and more
often
you see
them fall
from time
to time
you take
them
by their
arm
and help
them rise
and let
them go
and they
keep
on falling
and you
keep
on helping

there is
hope this
time

seeing
the children
grow
and then
go

experience
explore
expose
expose
explore
experience

yes, ariel
when they
grow up
and answer
back

you always
know what
to tell them

in this absurdity
you tell
them
to shut up

and get lost
for they
are not

yours, though
they come
from you

you do not
give them
your mind

they have
their own
when
they were
first born

it is Time
in turn
that tells
us best:

we too
shut up
we too
get lost

fair enough

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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All the Planted Children

All the planted children: efflorescent,
Sprout from the sofa by incandescent
Beams of smoldering cathode-ray tube light,
And emit the lobotomized delight
Of growing under the phosphorescent.

Watered and fertilized to circumvent
Safe growth with pesticides and repellents,
The grow steroid-strong almost overnight—
All the planted children.

Yet, over time, the suffusive content
Will cover them. From light, darkness ferments
And this glass box here seems so very bright.
Illuminate, desiccate then ignite
Under the virtual green house convent—
All the planted children.

poem by Tim Stensloff
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At Each Closing Day

At the closing of each closing day

When all songs sung

The singer stands alone

When words make silence speak

After words

When each moment outlives the last

When all futures are futures past

I count the hour and the day

The colour of your hair

And when first we loved

Your eyes a world within a world

Your heart a heart within a heart

With each closing day

I count the hour we first loved

Knowing only time in timelessness is found

When every grain of sand within a hour glass,

Has fallen to the ground

The seed that's sewn will blossom in it's hour

And after time, after time

Will grow into a heavenly flower

yvette m smith 7.10.08

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poem by Yvette Smith
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Leave the World Something Real

Expectations of excellence
Unveil the gardens of the soul
These flowers given in mystery
Generations spire into a living fire
Hands made of silk angels
Troubadours play on corners
Architecture reveals future visions
These children with eyes of stars
Dross is burned away in sorrow
Pure gold stands in the gallery
Steeples rise in the blowing wind
There in the sky we see a child’s mind
Grow you seeds that become great trees

Find your part - seek to grow
Rise like clouds in the blue
Blossom into the inward realm
Seek your call and listen to your dreams

What is love?
Growth is love
Using what you have been given is love
Everything you become that is real and true
Is real and true love
Being in love should be for all, man is a family
Even your personal life relates to the whole
The celebration that two are growing together
Fly into the world of growth
Become yourself with the color of growth

Michelangelo left us something
Emily Dickinson left us something
Rembrandt left us something
Mary Beecher Stowe left us something
John Lennon left us something

Search, learn, know yourself
Become all you’re meant too
Selfishness takes and takes
Love gives and gives
When a rose blooms isn't it wonderful?
Grow and grow and never stop
Leave the World Something real

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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