Short Memory
Looked naïve, but he was
elevating himself on the heap of lights
unlearning the human commitment.
Hunger was his weapon
to level the uprising of underprivileged.
This monarch of darkness
picks up the best,
insists on low profiles.
We were searching fossils
under the rocks
to decipher the shadows of history.
Between the glory of hardened footprints,
we found the labels.
Contents unknown but enough to browse.
They were weightless
and soaring high.
But I was not able to survive
in jungle of praises.
You know, the world
has short memory.
poem by Satish Verma
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The Birth Of A Public Stance
Looked naïve, but he was
elevating himself on the heap of lights
unlearning the human commitment.
Hunger was his weapon
to level the uprising of underprivileged.
This monarch of darkness
picks up the best,
insists on low profiles.
We were searching fossils
under the rocks
to decipher the shadows of history.
Between the glory of hardened footprints,
we found the labels.
Contents unknown but enough to browse.
They were weightless
and soaring high.
But I was not able to survive.
poem by Satish Verma
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OPTIMISTIC DREAMS...(an acrostic poem)
Over the years...
Passing through
Time and tears
I'm true
My hopes and
I
Soaring high
Touching the limit
I'll survive... and
Change the world
Dead and dark
Rise I, to flame
Eastern sky
A Sun, its name...
Monarch of hope
Scorching... killing... dark minds...
poem by Saurabh Som
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In The Footprints of My Mother
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall step to you.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall stay innocent and true.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall not give up hope.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall give you my love note.
In the footprints of my mother,
Lead me to a better path.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall releive in her wrath.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall cure all of your pains.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall bring you great reigns.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall unleash the angels of truth.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall defeat the evils booth.
The footprints of my mother,
led me straight to you.
The footprints of my mother,
Shown me I have nothing left to loose.
The footprints of my mother,
Guieded me towards the compelling lights.
The footprints of my mother,
Guided me towards the love of my life.
poem by Erin Grantham
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20/20 The Blind Have No Trouble Seeing The Darkness
Who can understand
what we feel inside
When we gaze into the eyes
of the shadows
To which we subscribe as members
Of this dark and lonely world
Constantly turning round
while friction builds
Like rats in a tool shed
we die and are replaced
Never again to taste the bait
that lured us to our fate
Before we found the words and will to save
this dark and lonely world
Described as truth by one man
questioned and doubted by others
Remembered in short
by no one
The deeds of mankind are
shadows to us all
Whose eyes we capture
upon the walls
While searching for our place in this
dark and lonely world
Held empty in meaning and
failing to comprehend
We play the game to its end
we're always trying to win
Salvation for ourselves
while the world
goes on dancing
and picture postcards sell
The meaning of a life
to which we subscribe
As members of those shadows
in a dark and lonely world
And somehow we do manage to survive
and somehow we do manage to surmise
What lies behind those eyes
Fatalistically speaking of course.....
poem by Ted Sheridan
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Hardened And Tempered
I once was forsaken
Broken and blind
I was lost in the darkness
I was lost in my mind
Hardened and tempered
Refined of all dross
Hardened and tempered
Whatever the cost
And then I found Jesus
Now forever I'll be
Bathed in your beauty
Closer to thee
Hardened and tempered
And only for thee
Hardened and tempered
To thine arms I flee
poem by Frank McEleny
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Concrete Jungle
No sun will shine in my day today
The hich yellow moon won't come out to play
I said darkness has covered my light
And the stage my day into night
Where is the love to be found
Won't someone tell me
Cause life must be somewhere to be found
Instead of concrete jungle
Where the living is harder
Concrete jungle
Man you got to do your best
No chains around my feet
But I'm not free
I know I am bound here in captivity
yeh-I've never known the happiness
I've never known what sweet caress is
Still-I'll be always laughing like a clown
Won't somebody help me 'cause
I've got to pick myself from off the ground
In this ya concrete jungle
I said what do you got for me now
Concrete jungle ah won't you let me be now
song performed by by Bob Marley from Catch A Fire
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Our Survival
We shall survive distance.
We shall survive space.
But can we survive the loneliness
that we have to face?
We shall survive winter.
We shall survive spring.
But can we survive the guilt
of the wedding ring?
We shall survive long nights.
We shall survive days.
But can we survive the longings
that always and forever stays?
We shall survive suspicion.
We shall survive fear.
But can we survive living
without each other, dear?
We shall survive all of this
if we put our love first.
We shall survive hunger.
We shall survive thirst
only if this love is true.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Give Thanks & Praises
Give thanks and praises to the most-i (jah!);
Give thanks and praises so high (so high).
He will not deceive us my brethren;
He will only lead us again (again):
Oh, take that veil from off of your eyes;
Look into the future of realize.
Noah had three sons, ham, shem and japhet (ham, shem and japhet);
And in ham is known to be the prophet.
Glory to jah, the prophet is come (through all these ages);
Glory to jah, the prophet has come (through all these stages).
When my soul was hurtin deep within,
And Im worrying to be free, desperately, yeah.
So guide and protect ini, o jah - jah,
Through all these ages;
Guide and protect ini, o jah - jah,
Through all these stages.
Rastafari is his name (jah!) -
Rastafari is his name (jah!).
If jah didnt love I (love I),
If I didnt love I (love I),
If jah didnt love I (love I),
If I didnt love i,
Would I be around today?
Would I be around to say:
Give thanks and praises, give thanks and praises;
Give thanks and praises, give thanks and praises;
Give thanks and praises, give thanks and praises. /fadeout/
song performed by by Bob Marley
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I want to dream of flying
I want to dream of flying
Soaring high
High up in the skies
High above my sorrows
High above my sufferings
High above my peers
High in the sky
To feel the freedom
And the peace
And the mercy
And the happiness
A weightless life
Of joy
Where I get what I want
And not thrown to the ground
And not made a fool
Not called one
Not felt one
Not seen one
And not seen fear, either
To explore my world
And get what I like
And taste what I like
And smell what I like
And hear what I like
And feel what I like
To be happy
And approach life
In it's easiest and sweetest way
And love where I live
With the people I will live with
People I'll like and appreciate
Good people
Up there in the sky
Oh, let me dream of one please Lord
poem by Ivan Chizurum Ezeigbo
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Must Repeat
It is change of cycle and must repeat
One comes in world and departs for light to lit
He is required there as place is vacant
The soul is taken away to deliver the important
The fate is same for all
It is certainly divine call
Some one departs at early stage
Some one goes in the old age
It is worthwhile to respect the birth
As no one is allowed to live here after death
Relatives may miss and lay a wreath
But is it certain way and defined as path
Stay here as animal or human being
But role will be defined in the circus ring
You may go for noble roles and acclaim
Rest may die soon without and legitimate claim
No one may raise any statue
If so, then it will be naturally due
They may pay it as mark of respect
A tribute to your service and graceful act
Human memory is very short
Not all ships anchor safely at port
You may be lost from memory very soon
Life has to come down like balloon
It is nothing but short stay
Can make it meaningful if found good way
If not then it is drifted away
Pushed in darkness for the want of shining ray
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Alphabet Lost And Found
On this fateful day, in the history of whenever,
An epidemic of missing letters has swept the land.
Whatever the cause, for the sake of future generations,
In the limited time we have been permitted, these stories must be told.
There was an apple that lost his 'a'
There was a zebra that lost his 'z'
There was a chauffeur that left his 'auffer' on the dashboard
Of the car that lost its 'r'
Well, the car had lost its 'r' in a pothole
On a street that lost its 'e'
When the garbage collector with a missing 'ector' swept it up
With a broom that lost its 'oom'
Where they gonna go without their letters?
How could they survive without their letters?
Where they gonna go to find their letters?
They gonna have to get together-
At the alphabet lost and found (alphabet lost and found)
At the alphabet lost and found (alphabet lost and found)
There was a school that lost its 'cool'
when they tired to ring the bell that had no 'l'
With all the letters gone, the spelling bee was canceled
Science teachers had their hands full
English classes could not be complete
Where they gonna go without their letters?
How could they survive without their letters?
Where they gonna go to find their letters?
They gonna have to get together
Where they gonna go without their letters?
How could they survive without their letters?
Where they gonna go to find their letters?
They gonna have to get together
Crowds of people, animals, and incomplete words have been seen at a previously unknown place to be referred to as-
The alphabet lost and found (alphabet lost and found)
At the alphabet lost and found (alphabet lost and found)
At the alphabet lost and found (alphabet lost and found) (how could they survive without their letters)
At the alphabet lost and found (alphabet and lost found) (they gonna have to get together)
At the alphabet lost and found (alphabet and lost found) (they gonna have to get together)
At the alphabet lost and found (alphabet and lost found) (they gonna have to get together)
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Footprints
Footprints in the sand
As deep as they might be
Will someday be washed away
By the wind or by the sea.
The footprints have been placed
Upon the beaches sand
In memory of a creature
Proclaiming Himself as Man.
I followed this set of footprints
Placed upon the beaches Earth
To find out where Man had gone to,
And to find out His Earthly worth.
Many of the footprints were deep,
Placed upon the beaches sand,
From the troubles that Man had kept
With memories held in His hand.
And the footprints, that were placed wide
They were many upon the beach,
Were they from the trouble that Man did hide,
Or was it from happiness, that was out of reach.
And then as I noticed in front of me
The footprints were swept away,
Man again was forgotten
Until He returned another day.
Then I looked behind me,
I saw my footprints in the sand
And I know someone will follow them
While wondering, who was this Man.
Had my footprints been placed deep,
Or were they placed apart very wide,
Will they wondered if I ever laughed,
Or if I cried, from sorrows I couldn't hide.
So I closed my eyes and I wondered
About the footprints that I had placed
Someday, will Man He follow them,
While believing my life a waste.
So I continued my walk upon the beach,
I was a very joyful and happy Man,
I left my sorrow and trouble behind me,
In my footprints in the sand.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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For Jesus
Shadows of HIS footprints become our words
And I love to enclose them all inside.
In time,
Shadows of HIS words become our thoughts
And I love to call them eternal,
Because The Lord said:
''Now therefore go, and I will be with thy mouth,
And teach thee what thou shalt say.'(Exodus 4: 12)
Shadows of His thoughts become our words
And His thoughts are incommensurable.
Shadows of our words become HIS footprints
Because.....
Yes
Because we will become land
And
Because we are a praying land,
Needing HIS footprints....
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Makin History
Tonight theres a magic that I cant explain
Tune-up and start the show all set now ready to go
This bands gonna really rock tonight
Steppin out upon the stage
Under those lights again
Were gonna shake the place tonight
They gotta new song high in the charts you know
You must have heard them play it on the radio
When that flat top starts that picking
Hear the bass drum start that kicking
The joint is really jumpin now
Ooh mama its so exiting to feel
That tension rising when they turn the house lights down
Its a strange kinda magic that never seems to age
Makin history
Makin history
Adding a new leaf to the story that is rocknroll
Makin history
Makin history
Playing a new beat to the glory
That is rocknroll
Rock on
They gotta new song
High in the charts you know
You must have heard them play it on the radio
Hear the start and the jumbo gibson
You dont know what youre missing if youre not
Painting the town tonight
Ooh mama its so exiting to feel
That tension rising when they turn the house lights down
Makin history
Makin history
Adding a new leaf to the story that is rocknroll
Makin history
Makin history
Playing a new beat to the glory
That is rocknroll
Makin history
Makin history
Adding a new leaf to the story that is rocknroll
Makin history
Makin history
Playing a new beat to the glory that is rocknroll
Mama its so exiting-oh oh
Dont you find the beat exiting
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Yesteryear's Forgotten Hero
Four years ago celebrated in poetry and song
The one who was seen as one who could not do wrong
But nowadays his praises the masses don't sing
Amazing the changes that a few years can bring.
His popularity has shrunken to an all time low
And yesteryear's hero few now wish to know
One might say he is now a bit on the nose
No longer a hero that's life one suppose.
He treats human life as his type do as cheap
And the trust of his people he has failed to keep
To change the course of human history was once in his plan
They made a hero of an ordinary man.
Still whilst the good life him and his can enjoy
The poor woman in the war zone weeps for her dead boy
And out of office he and his kindred will not go short of a thing
The one who was once looked upon as a king.
poem by Francis Duggan
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We are concerned that, in a few years time, this place of discovery, with its wealth of human fossils, the like of which can be found nowhere else in the world, could be completely destroyed.
quote by Richard Leakey
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Beautiful Girl
Beautiful girl
You're not like this world
There's no pain or loss
To be found in your eyes
Chorus:
Beautiful girl
So innocent and naive
You're not aware
That you shouldn't always believe
Beautiful girl
You're like a little, lost pearl
So precious and pure
And so very rare
Chorus:
Beautiful girl
So innocent and naive
You're not aware
That you shouldn't always believe
Beautiful girl
You're trying to find your place in this world
You don't think you ever will
But I believe in you
Chorus:
Beautiful girl
So innocent and naive
You're not aware
That you shouldn't always believe
Bridge:
Beautiful girl
You're now in a whirl
You tried all the things
That you were told to
And you've realized
That they were all lies
It didn't make you feel good
Like they promised it would
Alt. Chorus
Beautiful girl
You're no longer innocent or naive
You've given up on everyone
Cause you don't know who to believe
Beautiful girl
You've got so much potential
Don't let those mistakes get you down
You're better than that
I know it for a fact
Beautiful girl
You no longer want to be a part of that world
You gave your heart away to it
And now you have to try to get it back bit by bit
poem by Hillary Unknown
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Love: The History (Radha-35)
The history will not speak of you
No one was aware of it
Though
I had known
The history today,
so embarrassed and unprepared
had not been able to cuddle you
In its lap
Who will it answer?
And you refused to be a goddess
You were well aware
That
It was not useful for you
To be a goddess
After waiting for someone
For unlimited ages
You still aspire to
Continue waiting
Still frozen as an unknown monument
Half destroyed
Just because
You can remember me in your mind
You chose to remain human.
Had the history knew
History after history would come up after
And would be accountable
To the successor.
The questions would only return
To the history itself
Striking back the infinity (emptiness)
The history stands with bowing head
In front of you
Not able to measure your emptiness.
How will it understand your waiting?
Before so many ages
And so many ages ahead
You keep searching to whom
round and round
With your unflickered eyes.
poem by Subrat Pradhan
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Sonnet: Glory
Man tries his level-best to gain glory,
In short a time and by all covert means;
His life gets spent with mind in this worry,
Knowing not that they are but earthly scenes!
One’s glory got by climbing high a peak,
Will stay forev’r if done by hardest way;
But glory o’er-night, others try to seek,
That plummets down to earth during the day!
All earthly glory vanishes with time;
Some may remain for centuries to come;
The wisest man will make his life sublime,
By keeping eyes fixed on heaven- God’s home!
The glory got by man’s efforts lasts not;
Each word from mouth of God decides one’s lot!
poem by John Celes (26 December 2006)
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The Great Motherboard
How the human brain
Like a mammoth mother board
Assimilates and stores up impressions
Some sad, some joyful
Some daunting, some frightful
Some difficult to decipher and decode
Heap on heap, they pile.
Through recollections, vague or vivid,
Dreams, words and thoughts,
One time or other, they reel back and forth
As on a computer screen
Some deleted forever, some etched deep
Some irrecoverably lost
Some able to be retrieved
Some mouldy, sending out a stale smell
Some spreading a fresh aroma
Delectable to the senses
Some filling us with a zest to live
Some making our eyes swell
But without them
How vacuous human life
How hollow….how banal!
poem by Valsa George
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