The World Needs Light And Joy
THE WORLD NEEDS LIGHT AND JOY
The world needs Light and Joy
A poem should help us live,
Yet Sorrow, Pain and Fear,
Are all I have to give.
No one is just a failure,
Each an image of God-
When we look into the mirror
We should dare to see Beyond.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Is There Time For A Poem?
Is there time for a poem
In a world of other sounds?
Is there time for a poem
When songs cannot be heard?
Is there time for a poem
In a time when fear is everywhere?
Is there time for a poem
When no one knows the way to help?
Is there time for a poem
In the darkest time, in the time of no way out?
Is there time for a poem
Any time a person alone
Cannot dare to breathe their own Name
Against the silence of the night?
2.
Is there time for a poem now
When all is so light and bright
There is nothing not even evil to fear
And all the world is singing and saying words of beauty?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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No One Can Write A Poem For All The Pain Of The World
NO ONE CAN WRITE A POEM FOR ALL THE PAIN OF THE WORLD
No one can write a poem for all the pain of the world-
No one can write a poem that can truly heal another’s suffering-
A poem may help in a small way sometimes,
It may bring a bit of light,
But it rarely can cure-
So many I know have sufferings,
And so many need help.
A poem is a prayer to God
For help for those suffering-
May more kindness come to the world
And your and our pain
Be less.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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This Poem This Life
THIS POEM THIS LIFE
This poem this life
This beginning again
These words
This time of troubles
This late morning gloom
This sorrow
This sadness
These words
This time of difficulty
This light
This day
This world
This everything which is for me now
This life
This trouble
This pain
This sorrow
This love
This hope
These children
Their lives
This prayer
This wife
This love
This Israel
This light
This is
This is again
This is forever
This now
This always
This never
This was
This You and only You
This.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Can A Poem Be Written
CAN A POEM BE WRITTEN
Can a Poem be written
In Anger Frustration Fear Disappointment?
Can it be written
In Failure?
Can a Poem be written
When no light shines
And the middle of the night is longer
Than life itself?
Can a Poem be written now
When old afraid sad angry foolish failure me
Cannot even dream?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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What Is It To Be In The World
WHAT IS IT TO BE IN THE WORLD,
What is it to be in the world,
Just to be in the world?
To look and see light
To feel in one’s walking
That this sky, this green park
Is Joy enough,
And does not need words
Needs no poem
Just is?
What is it to be in the world
And just be happy to live
Without having to justify it
With a poem
Which no one will read anyway?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Can There Be A Poem On A Day of Sin?
CAN THERE BE A POEM ON A DAY OF SIN?
Can there be a poem on a day of sin?
Can there be a poem of self- disgust?
Can self- hatred and failure
Sing?
The world has such beauty and such light-
But in me now only
The darkness of all my own failures to see-
How better I could have been-
And kinder had I known-
But the person is gone-
And my kindness
Will never be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Wrong Is Never Right
The Bible is clear about right and wrong and wrong is never right,
The two are as different as the light of day and the dark of night.
First, God Himself is Light and in Him there is no darkness at all,
Then man made in God's image slipped into darkness at Adam's fall.
From perfect fellowship with God into the lap of sin's dreaded curse,
Man is not evolving into something better, he's only getting worse.
Paul said that men and impostors will wax worse as we near the end,
And the heart's deceitful above all things and beyond cure my friend.
But Christ came as The Light of the world to offer all men new life,
This life one receives allows them to live above this world's strife.
Christ told His disciples in this world they would have tribulation,
He then said be of good cheer as He overcame the world's degradation.
Christ didn't come into the world to condemn those who were depraved,
But He came as The Light so out of this darkness some may be saved.
Men are not condemned who believed and His Light they have received,
But unbelievers are condemned, loving darkness they remain deceived.
He who believes can not stay in darkness for His Light lives within,
And as we walk in The Light, Christ's blood purifies us from all sin.
We were of the darkness but were saved to live as children of Light,
To live submitting to one another, out of reverence for Jesus Christ.
A Poem Begun In Darkness
A POEM BEGUN IN DARKNESS
A poem begun in darkness
Waits for morning light -
It knows the light will bring hope -
It understands that when a new day begins outside
Inside too there will be light-
A poem begun in darkness
Knows somehow it will end in light -
Better Light than Darkness
Better Hope than Fear
Better a new world
Than one which is waiting to die
poem by Shalom Freedman
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O' Mirror
All day long roaming around
Sometimes I stand before the mirror,
See my own image looks at me,
Yet I'm puzzled not to find my `self' there.
I see the quiet nature depicted on my complexion,
And I know my `self' is veiled by a humane mask.
In the mirror my image looks like any other human,
My hand-face-eyes all are normal and intact.
Yet behind that intact wall
How many wounded memories, how much pain of loss,
And emptiness lives
Only my heart knows.
Where does my heart live?
Nobody knows that, even the mirror does not.
Still I look at with deep wonder
To find where in my heart
Inconsistent pain and imperfections are;
In the outer shell of mine I find only indifference.
This mirror shows very strange image;
It does not find my own world, -
My emptiness, frustration, the heart breaking emotion-
It does not show me anything.
Only those impassive eyes look at me,
How much tribulation of heart it hides!
In the outer quiet nature none of that be found;
O' Mirror, show me the image of my heart, if you can.
poem by Riffat Samad
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Black Silver
Silver is the mirror,
Where colours cannot run
From one into another
For silver it has none
Silver is a blackness
Which defies pure light to come
And when it does reflects it
Its image still as one
So that when you look upon it
Your face it will become
Not in silver, but the colours,
With which your face does run
Then with your world behind you
By light reflected one
Not in blackness, but in colours
You are colours of the sun
All mirrors do remind us
That colour is the light
And that they do not see us
In the darkness of the night
For colours are but energy
From the spectrum as it falls
On everything around us
Except, from silver balls
The colours of the rainbow
The colours in the sky
The colours of our galaxy
Are in a baby’s eye
Colours all around us
Enable us to see
That the world in which we live, is part of us,
Lifes chemistry
poem by Egal Bohen
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Modern Beauty
I am the torch, she saith, and what to me
If the moth die of me? I am the flame
Of Beauty, and I burn that all may see
Beauty, and I have neither joy nor shame.
But live with that clear light of perfect fire
Which is to men the death of their desire.
I am Yseult and Helen, I have seen
Troy burn, and the most loving knight lies dead.
The world has been my mirror, time has been
My breath upon the glass; and men have said,
Age after age, in rapture and despair,
Love's poor few words, before my image there.
I live, and am immortal; in my eyes
The sorrow of the world, and on my lips
The joy of life, mingle to make me wise;
Yet now the day is darkened with eclipse:
Who is there lives for beauty? Still am I
The torch, but where's the moth that still dares die?
poem by Arthur Symons
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Oh Green Oh Blue Oh Yellow
Oh Green oh blue oh yellow oh light
oh sky oh world oh God-
The world is a poem-
Its light is a poem-
I thank God for this poem-
I will thank God for this poem,
So long as I can see it.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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This
THIS
This poem this life
This beginning again
These words
This time of troubles
This late morning gloom
This sorrow
This sadness
These words
This time of difficulty
This light
This day
This world
This everything which is for me now
This life
This trouble
This pain
This sorrow
This love
This hope
These children
Their lives
This prayer
This wife
This love
This Israel
This light
This is
This is again
This is forever
This now
This always
This never
This was
This You and only You
This.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Ernest Hyde
My mind was a mirror:
It saw what it saw, it knew what it knew.
In youth my mind was just a mirror
In a rapidly flying car,
Which catches and loses bits of the landscape.
Then in time
Great scratches were made on the mirror,
Letting the outside world come in,
And letting my inner self look out.
For this is the birth of the soul in sorrow,
A birth with gains and losses.
The mind sees the world as a thing apart,
And the soul makes the world at one with itself.
A mirror scratched reflects no image—
And this is the silence of wisdom.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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The Mirror Struggled
The mirror struggled; reflecting beauty such as hers
Prescribed a glory in the challenge – a fairytale
Or such as like! To shimmer back hypnotic hues
From auras of her skin – how do mirrors cope?
Hoary tales of pretty adolescent buds
Could never hope to match the tomes of dreamy
Pulchritude apprising us of such a belle as she.
The mirror shone; and as it worked itself, a moment –
Did it overlook the hidden melancholy?
Were melting eyes bedewed–? Florid lips imbued
With mournfulness? The hindrance of the silver glass!
Oh! to seek – to know the meaning of the sorrow!
She (with tearful hair, an image out of heaven)
Never opened up her heart. The mirror struggled.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Dark and Light
Here where I live it is dark.
Abide within and it is dark.
Sinister beings dwell in the dark.
Seeing is not possible in the dark.
They are Dark.
Cavort about in the dark.
Come and surround in the dark.
Laugh and howl in the dark.
See them not, hear them yet, here in the dark.
They are Dark.
Not always do I live in the dark.
Comes a time without the dark.
Sinister beings exists in the dark.
Cannot survive without the dark.
They are Dark
When it is not dark,
And it is not always dark.
Beings of warmth pierce the dark.
Crack and splinter the dark.
They are Light.
Then sometimes I live in the light
Warm and safe in the light
Want to stay in the light.
Surrounded by life and love in the light.
They are Light
Sometimes light, sometimes dark.
In one world, than in the other.
In one, fear; love in the other.
Back and Forth, Light and Dark
I am Dark! I am Light!
poem by Jeff Manion
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The Poem That Comes After The Afternoon Nap
THE POEM THAT COMES AFTER THE AFTERNOON NAP
The poem that comes after the afternoon nap
Wakes the world
Is clear
Understands
Hears the answers to problems
It could not see before.
The poem that comes after the afternoon nap
Is a clear- minded Poem
A Poem of light
A Poem without fear
A happy Poem.
It has the answer
To the question
Yesterday asked
And tomorrow may make questionable again
A happy poem
Now.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Finding Loves Fool
Finding loves fool
loves fool you may be
but I stand in front of thee
a light covered in the shroud of lies
Where sorrow will not die
In the shroud of lies
will I be
So there look for me
If the lies should make you sorrow
Do not cry in fear of tomorrow
For I will find thee before
That marrow
And at that time
There will be no sorrow
Should your eyes still cry
then I will find you in the
in the shroud of lies
Twice as fast as
You cry
Will I fly to your side
may I wipe away the tears
Of pain and sorrow
and your fears
For now and tomorrow
Then from your tears will I form
A drink of love
And sorrow torn
then may I show you the light
Of tomorrow
Along with it the army of sorrow
And then in fight
I shall give you no sorrow
For none shall pass me
But die in the birth of tomorrow
If in case should I die
Then sprout your wings
And fly
Beyond the sight of this marrow
Then rise above
The next army of sorrow
Find me now
Without sorrow
Find me now in
Heavens tomorrow
Then see the light oh fool of love
See the light of heaven above
Then there will be no shroud of lies
And together are wings shall fly
over mountains and beyond the sea
to a place were we can both be
Without the pain and sorrow
But at the birth
Of a new tomorrow
A tomorrow were a new earth brings
The life of another
Child with wings
With these wing he shall soar
And for loves fool
The search
Begins once more
poem by Cody Byrne
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When There's Darkness, The Will Always Be Light
[b]When There's Darkness, There will always be light[/b]
It was said that
Every corner of darkness,
There will always a spark of light
To eases the burden of human kind
The light will gives us hope
To live for tomorrow
The light will gives us strength
To fight for what we believe in
The light will gives us faith
To carry on living.
The light will gives us power
To stand up for our rights
To help others who is in need
To save the world from destruction and extinction
To give them the strength
To fight for tomorrow
The light is a person
Who will rise from the ashes
Who will help us to make the world a better place
Who will keep us from falling
Who will save us all from the disaster of the world
This person is an unknown person
Who will lead us all from the crisis
Who will lead us to our freedom
By Mia
poem by Mia Anna Vandutchess
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What is fear?
Fear is stormy weather
Fear is light as a feather
Fear is rain
Fear is pain
Fear is hiding in the dark
Fear is lingering at the park
Fear is not your friend
Fear is hard to comprehend
Fear is not knowing what to do
Fear is what ever he wants to
Fear is turning out the lights
Fear is having no sight
Fear is going to give you a thrill
Fear is also going to make you kill
Fear is never fun
Fear is going to make you run
Fear is that scary little voice
Fear is going to give you no other choice
Fear is losing someone
Fear is like a loaded gun
Fear is something you can't control
Fear is something you can't unfold
Fear is the opposite of love
Fear is what we're made of
Fear is not going to please
Fear is always me...
poem by Mrunal Nandankar
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