I Am Still With Them
I AM STILL WITH THEM
I am still with them
My parents and grandparents
My brother, uncles and aunts
The friends who have died-
I am still with them
I will never let them go
They come to my mind and heart
Many different times of each day
I miss and love them
I pray for them
I am still with them
And will be
So long as I have a mind and heart
That still works.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Until It Has Become Clear
Whenever your souls reside,
You are not forgeotten.
I keep you here,
Inside my heart.
Father and mother.
Son, grandparents and good friends.
Aunts and uncles...
Who have passed on to begin,
An existence in eternity that never ends!
And I am so blessed,
To have gotten you all.
In my life enriched...
By your memories I recall.
Sometimes I admit,
There are times I sit in sadness.
Wishing I could relive...
Those times together,
Emotions shared where there to give.
Wherever your sould reside,
You are not forgotten.
You will always be near and dear...
Until it has become crystal clear,
We are all back together again!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heart Knows No Reason
In times of frustrations
The mind leads
What the mind teaches
The heart feels.
In times of depression
The mind finds the means
What the mind gives
The heart receives
In times of prosperity
The mind rules
What the mind dictates
The heart follows
In times of loving
The mind asks
What the mind questions
The heart answers
When the mind resists
The heart insists
It is the time
When the mind looses
And the heart wins
Adopted from Richard Viray
May 1996
poem by Sweet Seven
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Mind vs. Heart
Mind: It's too early
Heart: The timing's right
Mind: Do you really want to ruin your freindship?
Heart: I'll take a chance
Mind: You don'y really love him that much
Heart: I love him enough
Mind: He's too old for you
Heart: Time matters not compared to love
Mind: You haven't known each other very long
Heart: It was love at first write
Mind: Are you prepared to let yourself get your heart broken...again?
Heart: ....He's worth the pain
Mind: Are you ready?
Heart: Yes...Are you?
poem by Courtney Wills
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Woman threads
Maternal aunts over maternal uncles,
Paternal aunts over paternal uncles,
Sisters over brothers command more affinity.
Relation threads through women routs
13.05.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Heart And Minf Fight
My mind says,
Stay in the room
My heart says,
See the universe
My mind says,
She has only a body
My heart says,
She has a beautiful soul
My mind says,
Get the degree
My heart says,
Get the knowledge
My mind says,
Kill the neighbor
My heart says,
Love the neighbor
My mind says,
Plunder the entire world
My heart says,
Give to the world
My mind says,
God is not here
My heart says,
God is here
My mind says,
Rule on the earth
My heart says,
Live equal on the earth
My mind says,
Invent new weapons
My heart says,
Keep the peace
My mind says,
He is a small man
My heart says,
He is a big man
My mind says
He is ignorant
My heart says,
He is wise
My mind says,
Live for money
My heart says,
Live in love
My mind says,
He heart you
My heart says,
Forget his mistake
My mind says,
Don’t agree with his opinion
My heart says,
I respect his opinion
My mind says,
You are great poet
My heart says,
You are nothing
poem by Aroon George
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Pray, Forgiven
I pray for love,
I pray for joy,
I pray for peace,
I am forgiven.
I heard of Christ,
the way he died.
His life was pure
but he died for me.
His blood cleansed my heart,
mind, body, and soul, because of him,
I am free.
Satan can't torture me,
because I believe that Jesus died to save me.
I'm not afraid, I'm not scared,
I'm ready to fight for Jesus Christ.
He opened my eyes, ears and heart,
and brought me to reality.
I love him, trust him, and believe in him.
His word is all truth and can make me brand new!
I pray for all humanity, that love and kindness
will spread farther than the sea.
One day he will call my name and be pleased with me for all of my faith,
but best of all... I know I am saved! =)
poem by Garnett Angel Loving Soul
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Farewell Brother (War)
Farewell brother,
the time has come,
You will be sorely missed,
and your not the only one,
I shall never forget you,
nor the sacrifices you have made,
Put your life on the line and saved so many,
but you yourself could not be saved,
You've left me with such sadness,
I still remember all the good times we had,
If there was only some other way,
But you died for a cause, for a reason, for honor you always said,
I wish it didn't have to end this way,
If only I could speak to you just one more time,
And tell you how much I love and miss you brother,
this pain will never leave me far behind,
For the world, for just one wish, anything I would give,
To see that smile on your face just once more,
Your still here with me, part of my heart, mind and soul,
I want so badly to hear your knock upon my door,
Above and beyond the call of duty,
I'd give my life for you if only you could have stayed,
I am proud and honored to call you friend, and brother,
If only there could have been some other way,
There is a place in the stars just for you,
For fallen heroes, unlike any other,
A special place where your never forgotten,
Farewell, I will see you soon, I love you brother...
poem by Stacy Daley
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My Life
I am not dead but still I miss
My loved ones, my family; the life I had
As I am dead in death amiss
Without my life, sorrowful and sad
My life is not the greatest nor a success
But a life it is and is what's truly mine
I pray to God for God to bless
My life, my friends, my family blood line
What I would do to live forever
And in youth with my life's joy
Live with my family, never to sever
From them as an eternal boy
My grandparents, my parents, my sisters, my brother
Always together, always with each other
My life, a life, worth living…..
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Mind vs Heart
The heart is foolish, it acts on impulse
The heart beats strong at times like police knocking on the entrance
It wants love and freedom
For without love there would be doom
It is reckless, therefore, it cannot exist alone
It needs a gentle home
The heart is a pagan
The heart is a heathen
The heart will not keep quiet
It demands attention or it will riot
The mind says “I”, it thinks of itself first
It cannot be fooled by lust
It’s skillful and crafty but cold and selfish
It exists only to survive and can be knavish
Without the mind, you would not get by
Without the mind, you will not progress, you will not evolve and you would soon die
The heart stops the mind from being merciless and dark
For everything looks ominous to a mind in the dark
The mind protects the heart from pain and harm, the two cannot separate
But the one will dominate
The mind is the source of good and bad habits
Like a Jew working to feed his starved family on a Sabbath
For survival and progress, the mind should be stronger than the heart
Because the mind is easily corrupted by the heart
The mind is biased when the heart has infatuation, anger, fear or hate
And before you know it it’s checkmate.
poem by Mthoko Mpofana
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To My Brother Tramaine
To my brother the one I truly love.
To my brother the one up above.
To my brother the one that was tooken away.
To my brother the one that died right away.
To my brother the crime was so insane.
To my brother of course that bullet had no name
But it chose you, ain't that a shame.
I love you brother with all my heart
and I wish things wouldn't have fallen apart.
I've missed you since the day you died
and I think about you this very day you arrived.
So I'm sending one up cause the day is yours
take it in, sit, relax, and adore.
Happy Birthday Tramaine
poem by La'Sharae Wade
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All of My Greatest Thanks!
Let my heart speaks to you now, my brothers
Sisters who raised me by the absence of mother
That weaned my childhood's ignorance of death
And of which love I had yet to learn since birth
My mind while it's still unsullied to its buoy
Fields of memories wherein my boyhood a coy
Pieces of right and wrong, like a puzzle to fit
One picture, at the end, you molded me right
Though I envy your children, siblings of my father
You shared all your wisdom as if I am one of yours
To grandpa who stilled me yet all my fears
And grandma who embraced me to be braver
Siblings of my mother you all fed my hunger
Though I know not I was a bee of your shelter
To grandma who taught me the value of sharing
And the diktat of how to wait with patience
Indeed, my heart leaves no one was part of me
Your love that nurtured my growth and pride
But the truth to which I confer my greatest thanks
My father, my eldest sister: the braces of my stand
My wife and my two sons: the sources of my faith
Inspirational friends, cousins, nieces and nephews
Uncles and Aunts, you are all my wings of joy
And to God, this heart has now spoken the truth
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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Adopted
i was adopted at my birth, they paid my mother
what they thought it was worth. (medical bills)
she said that she could not care for me
she was too young and wanted to be free.
i was raised by two adoptive parents
who had loved me from the start.
and swore they would never break my heart.
they gave me all that i could want or desire
and their love grew like a flaming fire.
they were always honest with me
and they told me about my mothers plight
and with her parents, she did fight.
in her mind:
she knew that her mother had to give her away
but in her heart, she did pray.
mother! why did'nt you fight to keep me?
everyone is struggling in this economy.
you left without a sign or trace
and i want so much to see your face.
my loving adoptive parents told me from the start
that you had left, but with a broken heart.
every night i have a vision of you in my mind
and you're crying and asking why.
i've gotten permission to finally meet you
i'm so scared, i don't know what to do.
how will i react? what will i say?
so to the LORD i will pray.
when we finally met, we both broke down.
but they were tears of joy and happiness
that a mother and daughter share.
she kissed me and wiped away my tear.
she told me that it was the smartest move she made
for your adoptive parents, love you
more than words can say.
now i have two mothers with whom
i could share my love, and it was given
to me from the LORD up above.
poem by Louis Rams
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Journey Song
The stone it sinks
The day is near
And i watch your feet i feel your breathe
I'm in your dreams
Seems such a long long time But i will return
You are the only spark i use
In these things I do
This is the thing I do
All these people
And all these times
And all this road I see for real
In four twenty time
There will be fourteen days
When sadness climbs
And there will be times when i feel chilled
With you on my mind
This is the thing I do
You miss me now
Well I miss you too
You see well chances are given
Only once
Now there's clouds in my heart
Clouds in my mind
You see well chances are given
Only once
Not for free
song performed by by Xavier Rudd
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Journey Song
The stone it sinks
The day is near
And i watch your feet i feel your breathe
I'm in your dreams
Seems such a long long time But i will return
You are the only spark i use
In these things I do
This is the thing I do
All these people
And all these times
And all this road I see for real
In four twenty time
There will be fourteen days
When sadness climbs
And there will be times when i feel chilled
With you on my mind
This is the thing I do
You miss me now
Well I miss you too
You see well chances are given
Only once
Now there's clouds in my heart
Clouds in my mind
You see well chances are given
Only once
Not for free
song performed by by Xavier Rudd
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A Random Plea
A Random Plea
By, Demon
Tie them up in the night,
Hear them scream aloud,
Beat them until they bleed,
The untouched virgins,
The golden statues,
Let the pyramids crumble,
The pharaohs judge you guilty,
My brother I plead to you,
Time to be the one to save you this time,
I want to damn you to hell,
Let there be light at the end of the tunnel,
My brother I cry in the middle of the night,
My heart is breaking over you,
Now you might die my brother,
I wish I could help you,
I have the broken heart and you the whole heart,
They want to lock you up,
I hope you will change your mind,
My baby brother I love you with all my heart,
I ride to the temple of Isis,
I pray for you,
I want to stay with you,
My black cat stays with you in your heart,
Lie with me underneath the moon,
I will sing for you in the middle of the night,
Sometimes I wish you were dead,
But I see the hate in your heart,
My fire burns so bright,
poem by Demon Elwin
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Ambiance
Excited I glowed...
When with my uncles and aunts.
Feeling such a radiance,
In a sheltered ambiance.
When I became older...
My ties with them were cut!
As children we had nicknames then...
But as we grew we gave them up!
I long to be called, 'Bighead' again!
And running through the Maple trees,
Carefree and laughing with them!
Some of them have passed away.
Like my grandparents; mom and dad!
And yet that ambiance I remember...
Seems to sink like racing sand so fast.
With nothing to hold onto or grasp!
As my time passes quicker...
In this swift shifting hourglass!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To be pitiably old
Besides parents and grand parents,
Aunts and uncles were counted on.
Besides father and mother,
Nephews and nieces were counted on.
Besides brothers and sisters,
Sons and daughters were counted on.
Then their children were contemplated on.
I count days, with no more to be counted on.
20.10.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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How many times has God died for me?
HOW MANY TIMES HAS GOD DIED FOR ME?
How many times has God died for me?
Yes, he’s died
And time and time again
As I’ve written in my book
How many times has God died for me?
How many times has God died for me?
A useful if cryptic phrase
Nietzsche coined in the 19th century
“When Zarathustra was alone, however,
he said to his heart:
'Could it be possible!
This old saint in the forest
hath not yet heard of it,
that God is dead! '
How many times has God died for me?
Each time I’ve had a paradigm shift
In my theological perspective
The God I had died and was replaced
Not by no God but a new God
How many times has God died for me?
A new God but still my God
The product of my heart and my head
A bit less Trinitarian
A bit closer to my own self
How many times has God died for me?
Now he’s not up there nor out there
But in there, a personal creation
Adaptable and changing with circumstances
According to my living, according to my reading.
How many times has God died for me?
I have no room for a God who is exclusive
I have no room for a God who is dogmatic
I have no room for a God, who is sexist,
Racist, anti-gay and British.
How many times has God died for me?
Yes God, my God, needed to die
And be reborn, reinvented
In a more user-friendly package.
So to make God more like me is to make God more PC!
How many times has God died for me?
Till God has become indistinguishable from me
God close to me, God in me
An undying God-sense
A God made to fit every circumstance
A God made to fit every mood
That God will never die for me
Even when I die I pray he will accompany me
The undying God
Who never died on Calvary
Who never died with Nietzsche.
©2009
James Hart
poem by James Hart
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Complicated Heart
My mind looks for him
But my heart sought you
My mind said I like him
But my heart said I love you
My mind said I want him
But my heart said I need you
My mind said he moght be the one
But my heart said you're the only one
What else should I do
For me to forget you
What else should I make
I want to give up eveything for your sake
What rule should I take
And what is should be break
Will it be heart over mind or mind over heart
Will it be right over wrong or wrong over right
poem by Karen May Mamaril
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My Brother Bill
This is the sad true story about my brother Bill
who was four years older than me.
He was born and then tossed aside by his mother
who left him to his father’s parents to raise,
then promptly disappeared out of his life forever.
My grandparents brought him up
hoping his father would take care of him
when he returned from the war.
His father also my dad returned from the war
married with another son and didn’t want to know.
They gave him a nickname in private
so no one else would know.
In private, they always called him Dopey.
My sister and I were told
our grandparents had adopted him
and he was nothing to do with us.
When my dad’s parents died in 1958 and 59
plans were made to come back to England
where my mother’s parents were still alive
and leave Bill far behind.
Then as his mother had done eighteen years before
his father abandoned him as well.
For a while, he had to live on the streets
taking handout from where ever he could.
He was arrested for vagrancy and sent to jail.
Getting out he got himself a job and began to build a life.
He got married and started a family,
until one night he came home
and found his wife in bed with another man,
and a divorce followed and he was alone again.
Then after 25 years, his job vanished
and he had to find another.
One day in 2000, he got a telephone call
and did not know whether to believe it or not.
It was a call he never thought he would ever get,
a call from his younger brother - me.
As we talked on the phone, some truths came to pass
his brother and his sister did not know about him.
They were told he had been adopted
and were nothing to do with them.
However, I had found the truth,
which incensed my mother enough to disown me.
We met one another for the first time
after forty-two years in 2001 and again in 2002.
In 2003, this sad story ends,
in the March of that year
Bill succumbed to a heart attack.
His final words were a testament to his life.
No one loved me enough to care.
The sad truth is someone did
and that someone was me.
We never had enough time together,
circumstances kept us apart,
but he was my brother
and will remain in my heart.
2 November 2009
Authors Note:
The facts are as Bill told them to me. A sad refrain to a wonderful guy who was tainted by my parents as being bad and no good. If the truth were known he was probably better than the both of them. He was a guy who would give you the shirt of his back if you needed it. My brother Bill, may he now rest in peace.
DVH - 2009
poem by David Harris
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