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The units of Euripedes

Still figures of headless Greeks
wholesome forms of dominion to them
while talking all along

without heads but with heady words
leaning into the still of discovery
ages unto ages
their faces only masks

their courtyards the kingdom
of painstaking boredom
but reaping the nature of our
tortured time to come

poem by Stan Petrovich
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Where Have Gone Those Masks?

Where have they gone?
All those masks of the past!
Many masks hiding faces of the ones clever.

One was of love pure,
Another was of friendship innocent
And another was of care entwining.

Those masks had a power
That mesmerised the weak minds for some time.
Where are those masks?

No one sells them as the marketeers
Don`t have much to fill the wallet
From these little transparent masks now.

Masked faces have faded out from amidst us all
And there walk many without faces at all!
The poet himself has none.

poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Dark Ages

I am coming out of dark ages
And I lived half way through my life
Also I got my hand dirty in the mud a long time ago
I did it and got my tshirt and that job is over
I am coming out of dark ages
Because I spent most of my life in dark ages
And I saw so many dark skies while I went through my life in dark ages
I am coming ou of the dark ages
To help the children in their daily life
By teaching what is right and wrong
Because the children needs to learn what is right and wrong
So they don't became a criminal when they grew up
Because here on earrth are full of criminals already and we have more than What we can handle
I am coming out of the dark ages
To show my love to the children that lives here on the earth with us
I am coming out of the dark ages
Because I want to play with the children everyday here on the earth Because I know that I can make the children happy for once

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Hated and Loved

Hated are the cruel of the ages,
Their emotions are stronger than stone and pages.
Hated are the young of the ages,
Where are endeavours, the support and fences?
Hated are the sportsmen of the ages
Who cancel their dreams and farmhouses.
Hated are the professions of the ages
That send messages.
Hated are men and women of the ages
Who work with people in the madhouses.
Hatred is a disease we conquered when love sustained us,
When love was cherished in absoluteness.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Time

When I considered how my life is spent
They cry but I know that everything is heaven sent
But why do people lie when all they want is truth at their tables
The sky is looking very blue today
Its so fine Id agree with every word you say
About it it must be said it doesnt mean much at all
Time you make changes
Time youll add ages
Time is walking with you by your side
Theres no reason that we should complain
In the night everybody looks the same
Its so sad but we dont seem to be going forward at all
(time)
(time)
Time
Time you make changes
Time youll add ages
Time is walking with you by your side
Time you make changes
Time youll add ages
Time is walking with you by your side
(come on time)
Time you make changes
Time youll add ages
Time is walking with you by your side
Time gentlemen please
Time
Time

song performed by by Madness
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(Choices Poem) All Yours

Let my finger tips do the talking
I am crawling
I am walking
I am marching
If only for a little while
To rise up, to rise against
To show the weakness in man
I am but a contradiction in words
I am a man of many masks
One each for a different task
I think way too fast

Just slow it down bit
What's the hurry to go nowhere
We are already here.
Standing before you
Ready to ask
Ready to question
Demanding answers
Debated and already hated
You have just been emasculated
I'm your worst enemy.
I'm your best friend
I'm as you make it.
Be careful with that vase you just might break it
I'm here to send you to hell or help
Take it or don't
The choice is all yours
All yours

You make your claims to be of evil man
Like the invisible ghost
Most don't see you
But I do
You look like you might just be in trouble
If you need some help
Just ask
Forgive me if seem kinda of mean
Cruel and unjust
It's just the way I see things
The way I was raised
The way this has been staged

When my words are spoken
They sometime are misspoken
A slip of a letter or two and it all comes undone
What was fun, oh it becomes
An ugly face, full of disgrace
But I tell you that was never my intent
And with its time to reinvent
The scientific, and fantastic.
Star gazing under a moon lit sky
Perplexed by them all.
An endless number that never be counted
forms and shapes cascade.

So it all yours

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Julian at the Mysteries

But when he found himself in darkness,
in the earth's awful depths,
with a group of unholy Greeks,
and bodiless figures appeared before him
with haloes of light,
the young Julian for a moment lost his nerve:
an impulse from his pious years came back
and he crossed himself.
The Figures vanished at once;
the haloes faded away, the lights went out.
The Greeks glanced at each other.
The young man said: 'Did you see the miracle?
I'm frightened, friends. I want to leave.
Didn't you see how the demons vanished
the second they saw me make the holy sign of the cross?'
The Greeks chuckled scornfully:
'Shame on you, shame, to talk that way
to us sophists and philosophers!
If you want to say things like that,
say them to the Bishop of Nicomedia and his priests.
The greatest gods of our glorious Greece
appeared before you.
And if they left, don't think for a minute
that they were frightened by a gesture.
It was just that when they saw you
making that vile, that crude sign,
their noble nature was disgusted
and they left you in contempt.'
This is what they said to him, and the fool
recovered from his holy, blessed fear,
convinced by the unholy words of the Greeks.

poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Mister Rock Of Ages

Mister rock of ages you got time on your hands
Got no worries, got no plans
Bless my soul now youre doin fine
You aint got no axe to grind
Rock of ages tell me where does it stand
Are we bound for the promised land
Bless my soul, I aint ready to die
And my future is in your hands
Mister rock of ages youve been goin on strong
Since time began, til time is done
And so the tide shall run
Mister rock of ages tell me what do you see
Are we bound for eternity
Bless my soul, baby youre doin fine
You aint got no axe to grind
Rock of ages youve got nothing to hide
Got no ego, got no pride
Bless my soul, let me do what I can
For my future is in your hands
Mister rock of ages, the lord of my lease
In times of toil and times of peace
Until my song shall cease
Mister rock of ages, Im a part of you now
I am yours, you belong to be
Bless my soul, let me do what I can
For my future is in your hands

song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Wisdom Of The Ages

(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
Listen, to the wisdom of the ages
Listen, to the words of many sages
Live each day, as if it were your last
Its written in the stars, your destiny is cast
And that hourglass, runs too fast no doubt
For the sands of time are running out
Listen, to the wisdom of the ages
These words, can be found in historys pages
Live each day, for happiness cant wait
And love while you may, but heed the hand of fate
If the finger points, its too late no doubt
For the sands of time, are running out
But the man who turns, and escapes somehow
Is the wisest of men
And to such a man, Id bow

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Matchstick Men

Pencil figures stand about a page
Matchstick men with little to do
Sketching the unknown romance
A love letter waits, long overdue
Vacant words leave empty lines
Where figures dance or idly stand
Boredom holds off the first word
Or the wanting of something better
To write than those words already
Excluded and cast aside by the mind
Perhaps the matchstick men could assist
Each one holding aloft a sign
Stating a love is evident and in place
A sign which simply reads ‘I love you’
No need for flowing letters of romance
Which thought or boredom fail to pen
Leaving a mass of matchstick men
Standing, dancing and watching
Every open and empty line
They are drawn to fill out time

poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Ink Will Blur

The ink will blur through the ages of time
but the words won't go away.
The thoughts that came from the writer's brain
never do go. They always stay
in the minds that read them time and again
and kept them in their heart.
They made an impression on anxious ones
who knew right from the start
that this life of ours is an exceptional one
where happiness and sorrow join
and try to balance the good and the bad
like the heads and tails of a coin.

Oh sweet world what is happening here?
What pleasure we could derive
if only we could shoot the words at these monsters,
they would know our souls survive.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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We thus see that the Greeks of the early ages knew little of any real people except those to the east and south of their own country, or near the coast of the Mediterranean.

quote by Thomas Bulfinch
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Ages Flicker in the Hot Fire

Ages flicker in the hot fire
where I sit in the bar
time passes slowly hour-by-hour,

my face reflects in the glass, somewhat confused
the flames jump bright orange, blue and white,
ages flicker in the hot fire

with shades playing on the wall of the fireplace
and deeper something fries like on a spit,
time passes slowly hour-by-hour

someone complains about his wife, wants to hire prostitutes
while a couple sit down at a table with a candle,
ages flicker in the hot fire,

outside the thunder bashes down, my whisky is very expensive,
the candle in front of me burns down to its end,
time passes slowly hour-by-hour

then I see you, pretty and my match
I cannot avoid your eyes,
ages flicker in the hot fire
time passes slowly hour-by-hour.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Age of Truth

Truth of age
Ages of truth
The age of truth
Is the truth for ages
For truth ages
Over ages of truth
Aging truthfully

poem by Paul H Nelson
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Death shall have no dominion

Death shall have no dominion
even if demons do their thing
faith will buckler it,
shielding each penetrating blow.

Death shall have no dominion
when the almighty Lord comes,
then love will conquer all
and the chains gripping the body
and the soul will lie in pieces
and fall on the earth and sea.

United people will be
with loved ones even from
far ages past,
will dwell in sincerity
with their creator, Father and friend
and the spell will forever be broken
when life is set to what it was
and what it will be.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Pages

Written by dewey bunnell and gerry beckley, 1998
Found on human nature.
In this bookcase full of stories
You find some of them are true
Tales of love and glory
Many lives of daring-do
There is mystery and adventure
They lie waiting there for you
So step inside and find the other you
Take the high road tomorrow
But the low road today
Reading others sorrow
Might just be the only way
The father hears confession
While the mothers feeling blue
These characters do what you want them to
In these pages we consume
Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom
And through the ages words are born
Speaking to the senses lifting the forlorn
Theres glamour and dementia
A message from the tomb
Staircase to the heavens
And secrets in the room
When you are riding on that dark horse
To the one that got away
Theres no regrets and no dues left to pay
cause in these pages we consume
Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom
And through the ages words are born
Speaking to the senses lifting the forlorn
Drifting down the river of the make believe
We laugh and grieve
Hoping for an ending of our own design
Where all is fine
In these pages we consume
Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom
And through the ages words are born
Speaking to the senses lifting the forlorn
In these pages we consume
Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom
And through the ages words are born... (fade)

song performed by by America
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The Breath of ages...

The wind is constant yet ever changing,
Although power and direction may alter.
It shadows us throughout our journey,
The breath of ages is our cosmic guide...

All the souls we touch are part of the wind,
Some merge and flow in a harmonic dance.
Some clash, resist and refuse to enroll,
The breath of ages is our teacher...

The beauty of nature is born of the wind,
The mighty oak stretches limbs toward the sun.
Rustling leaves dance playfully upon the breeze,
The breath of ages is our artist...

The harmony of life floats upon the wind,
Those who listen shall hear the melody of existance.
The wind although unseen shall not be denied,
The breath of ages is our only truth...

Spread the love... The peace will follow...

We are but one star shining amongst untold millions...
Yet we are all blessed with the potential to streak across the heavens and dance upon starlight...
How bright your star shines is entirely up to you...

poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Loneliness Of Ages

The loneliness of ages
Ages and ages
Has come to visit me
In the darkness of the night
I even cannot remember you
Today I want all my relations
Today I want to make friends
With the rest of the world
That I had forgotten
In the saga of your love
Today I want to tell them
That love it never was
And that the fiction was not real
Today I want to be with friends
I am turning back to life
To return once again to you
1/11/2008

poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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There's a focus that hasn't been there for ages and ages and some American bands are sounding quite English like they did in the late 70s and early 80s.

quote by Graham Coxon
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Apart from two periods of intense study, of music between the ages of 12 and 14 and of mathematics between the ages of 14 and 16, I coasted, daydreaming, through most of my school years.

quote by James W. Black
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I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages henceTwo roads diverged in a wood, and I --I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference.

quote by Robert Frost
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