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I Need A Poem For The Evening

I need a poem for the evening
The day has been difficult
Visiting two very sick friends and the wife of one on the edge of breakdown
Being in a crowd of one’s own people and feeling oneself a stranger
Praying at the Kotel in gratitude and yet wondering if the prayer real
Wondering how life could go so wrong for those I know of my own age
When it hasn’t for me yet
Praying to God
And wondering why God should listen to me

Life is difficult
Suffering is real
Disappointment is endemic in the human condition
I can still write a poem
Even if it is an unhappy one.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Poem Of The Evening

THE POEM OF THE EVENING

The poem of the evening
Is a small poem
It waits for its own words
And hears itself come slowly and surely
It knows by the time the darkness is here
It will already be real.

The poem of the evening
Is an easy and small poem
It may not mean much
But it comes so smoothly
It seems to laugh at the heat of the day
And love itself for being here.

The poem of the evening
After the long day
Is a happy poem

And it looks forward to praying the evening prayer forever.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Wondering

Orbison/dees
Wondering, wondering, I wonder what to say
Wondering, wondering, I wonder what to do
Will your love be true, or will you run away
When you have been alone, without love, all alone
You wonder what youll feel when new love comes along
Is it really real?
Ah . . aaaah . . aaah,
I wonder.
Wondering, wondering, I wonder all the time
Wondering, wondering, are you really mine?
Will your love be true or will I wonder
Till the end of time?

song performed by by Roy Orbison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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This Poem Came To Me

THIS POEM CAME TO ME

This poem came to me
After I had woken.
It came slowly
It came in simple words
It came without knowing beforehand
What it was and how it should be.
This poem came to me
As I wrote again
To myself and for myself
The simple truth
That far away
There is someone else
Who is a real writer
And a true poet.
While I grope my way through my life
Wondering
How I have given so much time to Writing
And never really done it.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Poem Of The Evening Is A Quiet Poem

THE POEM OF THE EVENING IS A QUIET POEM

The poem of the evening is a quiet poem
It comes in gentleness with tired eyes
It does not know how long it will last
It believes a fresh breeze
And a simple song
Are all its needs
To feel happiness.

The poem of the evening this evening
Believes in life
Believes in Goodness of God
Believes it will somehow be alright.

The poem of the evening this evening
May be a foolish one
But it is a quietly happy one.

We need such poems sometimes
For life is hard in the long working days
And in the times of difficult idleness
When no dreams come.

Quiet and quiet
Soft as sleep
The poem of the evening this evening
Is a gentle one.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Life Is Not A Poem

LIFE IS NOT A POEM

Life is not a poem
Life is difficult and small
Life is disappointment-
Life is not a poem
And not a song
And not joy in the morning
And blessing in the night-
Life is pain and sorrow and old age and death
Life is no good
When it is not-

Now tell me about your morning poem – also.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Not a Poem Poem

A Not a Poem Poem

I will not write a poem
For I am not a poet
I cannot makes things rhyme
I’ve tried for quite some time
So will I write a poem?
NO!

I can’t write poetry
I’ve tried to all my life
Once, I tried to write a poem
About a husband and his wife
It sounded really silly
So I crumbled it up into a ball
That’s why I decided
That I couldn’t write poetry at all
Am I gonna write a poem?
NO!

Well, I’ll try to write a poem
But it will be really bad
It will be absolutely lousy
It will be completely horrible
It won’t be up to snuff
People will say, “Who wrote this stuff? ”
Will my poem be good?
NO!

Can I write a poem?
NO!

Will I write a poem?
NO!

Well, what do you know! ? !
I wrote a poem!
And it’s a pretty good poem, too!
I guess I can write poetry if I try
The next time I’m asked to write a poem,
Will I say no?
NO!

poem by Maya Reid
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Is There A Poem For The Time/ When Everything Is Going Wrong?

IS THERE A POEM FOR THE TIME /WHEN EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONG?

Is there a poem for the time
When everything is going wrong?
When chaos threatens?
When one cannot do right
No matter how one tries?

Is there a poem for life in decline
For old age and sickness
For hurting those one loves
When one wants to do the opposite?

Is there a poem for the time
When nothing is going right
And one has to try despite oneself
To be alright with others?

Is there a time when inside all one is says
‘I may not be able to get out of this after all?

And if there is a poem-
Can it be of real help
Just a little?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Poem Is Just A Poem

a poem is just a poem and if it is just a poem
it must be just a poem just like another poem

a poem is nothing but just a poem otherwise
it cannot be my poem; it may speak about

anything, or something, or about everything,
but my poem is just a poem just like anybody's

poem, which is just but a poem, like any other
poem, for a poem to be a poem it must just be

a poem: it has nothing to do with my love, and death
my life, or bliss, but as i have told you, once, twice

thrice, eat some rice, and be that wise, a poem is
just a poem, just like your poem. Why do you insist

on asking, what is happening to me? I am not a
poem, for i am but just the composer of the poem,

need i tell you again, that a poem is just a poem?
just like any other poem, which is just a poem

it is just a voice in my head that i have heard
someone comes and speaks and i listen so

this poem is not actually my poem but the poem
of someone else's: theirs not mine, from a mind.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Can A Sick Man Write A Morning Poem?

CAN A SICK MAN WRITE A MORNING POEM?

Can a sick man write a morning poem?
Can a man short of breath write anything?
I try-
My own banal reflections on my own condition are the poem-
A small confession of where I am today –

I have the strength -
I have written these lines -
Perhaps the morning light today
Is real after all.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Struck By Bad Luck

where could I go
now to find a prophet
who could explain

a brief simple literal
exemplified extended
metaphor definition

of precious praying relative
to 21st century greed global
selfish inhuman indifference

hear main man told me
your praying every time
when you kindness stop

to help any stranger
struck by bad luck side
of life’s lonely road

Inspired by the poem ‘You’re Praying’ by Eric Cockrell. Split Imaging from the poem ‘Time For A Little Praying’ by Terence George Craddock.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Serving Lost Souls Tired Broken

an excellent
extension of praying
extended

into social context
contemporary community
is poem ‘You’re Praying’

ash mud star dust
wins favour with God
when serving lost

souls tired broken aged
desperate who need
compassion blessings

Inspired by the poem ‘You’re Praying’ by Eric Cockrell. Split Imaging from the poem ‘Time For A Little Praying’ by Terence George Craddock.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Hear Main Man Told Me

hear main man told me
your praying every time
when you kindness stop

to mow your neighbour’s
grass; give a few dollars
to a forgotten down and out

person bumming a few notes
in a walk past parking lot;
when you take time to passion

listen to any poor lost soul
with a fragmented life blown
apart; when you go donate

your life saving blood free in
your rush lunch hour; when
you stand up alone to defend

that human imperfect person
everyone else is running down;
hear main man also told me

your praying every single time
your heart is moved to take in
a stray homeless lost dog or cat

Inspired by the poem ‘You’re Praying’ by Eric Cockrell. Split Imaging from the poem ‘Time For A Little Praying’ by Terence George Craddock.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Got You On My Mind

By joe thomas & howard biggs
Ive got you on my mind, Im feeling kind of sad and low.
Got you on my mind, feeling kind of sad and low.
Im wondering where you are, wondering why you had to go.
Tears begin to fall every time I hear your name.
Tears begin to fall every time I hear your name.
But since you went away, nothing seems to be the same.
No matter how I try,
My heart just dont see why
I cant forget you.
If ever it should be
You want to come back to me,
You know Id let you.
First verse
Chorus
First verse
Im wondering where you are, wondering why you had to go.
Im wondering where you are, wondering why you had to go.

song performed by by Eric Clapton
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There Is A Poem I Continually Write To God

THERE IS A POEM I CONTINUALLY WRITE TO GOD

There is a poem I continually write to God
It is my prayer for those I love
I have no other poem as deep
I have no other poem that means so much to me
It is a prayer to God
My only real Poem

“Help them live in love and blessing
In all their worlds now
And to come.”

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Was Alone With A Poem I Could No Longer Write

I WAS ALONE WITH A POEM I COULD NO LONGER WRITE

I was alone with a poem I could no longer write-
It was a love poem
A poem of youth
A poem of great sudden happiness
And terrible desolate loss
It was a poem of wild laughter
And a poem of despair which could never end
It was a poem of youth
Of love in youth
And I could not write it any more
Because I am not young
And love that kind of love
The love of the young in all its desperation and beauty
Is far far from me-

I was alone with a poem I could no longer write-
And my life too is such a poem
Where only I am real
And she - whoever she is-
Is never to be anymore.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Alone with my solitude

I was standing at the edge
Looking at the city lights
Wondering if it would hurt more
To jump or just to live
I felt the cold of the wind
I saw the moon
And I was wondering where you fit in all of this
The truth hit me hard this time
And is still hunting for more
Just to say your name
Is pain
You are just one piece of this wicked puzzle
Called my life
Every day, every night
Just a pain to me
And now I’m standing here
Alone with my solitude
Wondering if I should make the jump

poem by Melissa Koeman
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Did Your Love For Him Last?

i am just wondering why you do not
write poetry anymore. I am asking myself
if your having jumped over the fence
yielded the bliss on the other side of things.

Are you too happy to forget the sad refrains
of poetry?
or Are you too sad
mourning over another
love lost
that your hands are too weary
to write another love poem for this
valentine's day?

whatever happened, please write me a love poem
sad or happy, please do write me one

i just want to know what a love poem should be all about
after all those years
when we think we really found the true one.

write me, please a love poem, show me the color
and scent of each word, show me the texture of each line,
show me whether the heart is bleeding
or leaping with joy like the one we used to write before together

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lonely Soul

The lonely soul maunders,
And looks for the other half to it's soul,
To fix these pieces,
And make it a whole.

The lonely soul wanders through life,
Wondering how to live,
Because of so much loneliness,
It's oneself that the lonely soul cannot forgive.

Alone and not knowing what to do,
Except just let the mind pass,
Thinking about the impossibleness of not knowing,
How long this will last.

Walking through life,
As if everything is okay,
Feeling so wistful,
And wondering maybe, just one day.

poem by Anna Heminsley
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Stone

Ive this creeping
Suspicion that things here are not as they seem
Reassure me
Why do i feel as if im in too deep
Now Ive been praying
For some way to show them
Im not what they see
Yes, I have done wrong
But what I did i thought needed be done
I swear
Unholy day
If i leave now i might get away
Oh but this weighs on me
As heavy as stone and as blue as i go
I was just wondering if youd come along
To hold up my head when my head wont hold on
Ill do the same if the sames what you want
But if not Ill go
I will go alone
Im a long way
From that fools mistake
And now forever pay
No,run
I will run and Ill be ok
I was just wondering if youd come along
Hold up my head when my head wont hold on
Ill do the same if the sames what u want
But if not Ill go
I will go alone
I go a long way
To bury the past for i dont want to pay
Oh how i wish this
To turn back the clock and do over again
I was just wondering if youd come along
Hold up my head when my head wont hold on
Ill do the same if the sames what you want
But if not Ill go
I will go alone
I need so
To stay in your arms,see u smile,hold u close
And it weighs on me
As heavy as stone and a bone chilling cold
I was just wondering if youd come along
Tell me you will

song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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While I Dig In The Garden

While I dig in the garden I think about you
when I hold flowers on their stems,
sometimes I walk into your paintings,
while I am wondering how you fit into my life
and still it is as if something of you clings to me.

There’s a white jersey belonging to you in my cupboard
that reminds me and like your eyes the sky is blue
and in due time the works is getting more difficult
while I dig in the garden.

I draw on my shirt’s sleeve,
am wondering if you still like me,
when feelings are touching my heart,
I see the first raindrops splashing down,
how drops glitter like dew,
while I dig in the garden.

poem by Gert Strydom
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