Wordwright II
Sitting, slouching, at the keyboard,
Dusty as day's first thought,
The light spitting in my eyes,
I consider what to write.
Holes in the heart,
The majesty of nature,
The shortcomings of men,
The screaming of the beaten,
The smoldering greed of all in charge,
The rampant nitwits at FOX news?
Why can't there be miracles?
poem by Stan Petrovich
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I Dont Believe In Miracles
Written by russ ballard, 1980
Found on alibi.
I walk along the road and past your door
Then I remember things you said
I know in time we couldve been so much more
But if you wanna come back home, go right ahead
But I dont believe in miracles
I dont believe in miracles
But I thought you might show your face
Or have the grace to tell me where you are
I believe I was your game, your ball (your ball)
If you tossed me up then I would fall
And so youve won again, ah, you win them all
But I believe Id run to you, if you should call
But I dont believe in miracles (dont believe in miracles)
I dont believe in miracles (dont believe in miracles)
But I thought you might show your face
Or have the grace to tell me where you are (tell me where you are)
I believe that somewhere theres someone
Whos gonna light the way when things go wrong
The bullet that shot me down came from your gun
The words that turned me round were from your song
But I dont believe in miracles (dont believe in miracles)
I dont believe in miracles (dont believe in miracles)
But I thought you might show your face
Or have the grace to tell me where you are (tell me where you are)
But I dont believe in miracles (dont believe in miracles)
I dont believe in miracles (dont believe in miracles)
But I thought you might show your face
Or have the grace to tell me where you are
song performed by by America
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Believe In Miracles.
I believe in Miracles - I've seen the risng Sun
I believe in Miracles - I've seen the cheetah run.
I believe in Miracles - I've seen my baby born
I believe in Miracles - I've glimpst the unicorn.
I believe in Miracles - Man walked on the Moon
I believe in Miracles - They're every day in June.
I believe in Miracles - I've seen a junkie cured
I believe in Miracles - A winos been restored
I believe in Miracles - My firends survive car crashes
I believe in Miracles - When England won the ashes!
I believe in Miracles - We trashed the Berlin Wall
I believe in Miracles - We stood and watched it fall.
I believe in Miracles - The harvest grain is stored
I believe in Miracles - When David Beckham scored!
I believe in Miracles - In every path I've trod
I believe in Miracles - 'Cos I believe in GOD!
poem by John Knight
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This He Is Going to Fix
The breaking down and restructuring,
Can not be missed.
Not even if you still fantasizing.
A collapsing underneath us,
Has clearly begun.
If you don't believe that yet...
Forget about your agendas.
You best to get comfortable...
With the coming of a basicness.
And sadness and regret all around,
Will be seen and easily found.
And rampant will be those crazed into a rage.
And rampant will these minds snap quick.
And rampant...
Comes a higher consciousness,
Clearly splitting...
Those faithful from those of wickedness.
And rampant with those whose eyes dry quick!
When sudden wave of serenity...
Blesses them into bliss.
You'll see.
Rampant will God come to show...
This He is going to fix.
And rampant will those wicked folks,
Be shocked by the quickness of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nature's Beauty Being Destroyed
They know little of life and even less of Nature though they have what matters most
And that is heaps of money something worthy of a boast
For money speaks every language as some are known to say
That's how it is and will remain in the World of today.
Mature trees to them are just trees for development for to be cut down
For to build another industrial estate in the outskirts of the town
In their greed for money if wildlife they dispossess they do not even care
Of how Nature works and of Nature's ways people like them unaware.
Nature's beauty being destroyed by those with greed for money and power and that does seem sad to say
And those with heaps of money it does seem never fail to have their way
If they loved Nature more than self gain and power a better World it would surely be
To them another creature is expendable and a tree is just a tree.
Climate change is rampant in the World from north to southern shore
And Nature who has many friends of enemies seem to have more
Our price it may be too high to pay for the stupidity of human greed
In this time of global warming and climate change this is something we do not need.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Your shy love
Just because your heart hides in the shadows and ignores my letters won't stop me from trying. I will try till infinity to get you to answer the calling of my heart screaming, and pleading for you to speak to me. The day you write back will be the day you heart will make miracles and all the broken pieces will be put together just like an easy puzzle that I finally fixed.
poem by Heber Padilla
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Anger in your voices
It must be all that idle youth
with testosterone and estrogen booths
exstacy for exscape
excuses for rape
sodomy is chemistry
elaboration of sour dreams
Screaming
begging to be free
of what? Responsibilities
to yourselves and life
abilities to use for right
overtly hurting and painful insight
Damn children
slow down and retreat
be beaten back to your holes
your increasingly small bowls
eat your rice and meat
back to your holes, your beat!
poem by Reginald Goodridge
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My Alphabet Poem
day is hot
sittng on my swivel chair
trying to chase
wild ideas
to describe what i feel
yet i cannot
fsthom what is within
i stared on the mute keyboard
that seems to look at me
with blind eyes
i saw the W and the I
and i thought of something wild..
wild dreams perhaps?
or weird nights when
angels chased demons
floating on black clouds
my mind set no way so i look at the T
and the H and i thought
of thine shall i wrote about her?
but my memries of her lost charms
seems to fade into morning disaster
so it was no deal
and i looked at the M and the E
and i thought of Me but then
what shall i write about myself
when i do not even know the real me.
and i gaze at the L and of the O
and i said maybe i can write
about love but then my heart is hollow
deep within my emotions
were all bottled up
thrown in deep labyrinth
there is no way i can do it
and then there was the P and i had the C
should i write about peace? but then
there is a great war brewing
between my mind and my heart
it is so hard to make desicions when
your mind refuse the decisions of the heart
and the heart do not folow
what the mind says it got to be
and yes i lokked at the? ? ?
and so will i question God or man?
the answers are not within
the hearts minds and souls of
uncaring man and
God sees the truth but waith until when?
when stars never shines
and flowers never bloom
and yeah i glance at the....
and i thought of the end
of the endless life on crazy
but beautiful world
and i said let me end this weird poem
created by the weird mind
of a weird poet like me
less i bored you till the end....
......
....
...
i am done with my alphabet poem
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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A Song About You
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
You’re all I can every think about
How you flood my dreams each night
How thinking of you takes my breath away
When I look up to the satellites
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
The long lost butterflies returned
How I hope my number you’ll dial
And how your memory smothers me with smiles
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
You were the only one
Who had enough of me to break my heart
And when love took over my heart
You tore it all apart.
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
I gave you my heart
Caught up in the thought
That we were off to a great start
But how you threw a damn dart
Right into the center of my heart
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
About how you crushed my heart
Not bothering to look back.
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
poem by Jess Schwarcz
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Little Light
There exists in us a little light
In some, very faint, in some, very bright
My little light now yearns
It pulses with my beat
It makes me write these lines
And it makes me shift my feet
The light burns holes that it will fill
And with my soul, a pulse, a quill
I let my light shine toward your eyes
In hopes that it will show me the way
To your little light
poem by Amit Sharma
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Letter From An Unborn Child
With every moment I keep on tossing and turning
Not because my heart keeps yearning for more,
But rather, because my heart is burning
From the fear of reality
I never asked to be here but if it keeps on raining
I guess I might as well keep building these walls,
Walls that trap me, for in them I hope to find protection
Because the last time I listened I heard thunder crack
Or maybe it was jus you, screaming and banging
Dear momma
I don't know how to say it so I thought I'd write you a letter
It's been 9 months long, actually let me say a ‘really long 9 months' because I ‘v been sitting in this dark corner thinking about my life and maybe that's why ct scans show me suckling on my little thumb.
Things have been going well since my conception and I really can't wait to show you how much I've grown. I got really cute small eyes, hair so smooth and beauty so true I could say I'm just like you but,1 thing really scares me because when I come out I'd never want to be like him. He raped you and shamed you yet they let him through. If the world so corrupt I never do want to come through.
Anyhow how is Amanda I heard she was born two weeks ago and her so much even though the doctor said that she would never be able to walk. And just in case you wondering how I know, I'm always listening when you gossip. I'm sorry to hear that your friend had a miscarriage but how did they expect little Ben to survive if every night momma was getting tossed, turned and thrown, being beaten by some drunkard of a man. But I guess he's smiling down on me, serving with Lilly by the King's throne up in heaven.
Above all, mom I just want to thank because even though your sister aborted Lilly saying that she was just another teenager's mistake you still loved me and kept me safe. Moreover I just want to thank God for a mom just like you and now as He walks to light at the end of the tunnel I know I'm worth more than people will ever tell me, be it friends or family for I know He'll keep us true.
Yours with love
A letter from your unborn child
poem by Sir T.A.E.P.S
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At the beginning of this album I discovered the computer and had great fun playing with the thing. And I realized that, not being a good keyboard player, I could write things in very small sections, give them a certain feel and mess about with bends on the keyboard.
Miracles Of Nature
A tiny dark seed to a great tree can grow
A miracle of Nature that much we do know
And Nature's miracles are many and her secrets not few
In telling you that I'm not saying anything that's new.
The miracles of Nature we witness every day
We see life existing where there is decay
Amongst the dead leaves that are strewn on the ground
Insects and slugs that live on decay are crawling around.
The Mother of Nature lives by her own law
Of her workings one only can live in awe
The life that she give she eventually receive
And for her dead children she never does grieve.
In Spring the pink blossoms on the fruit bearing tree
In Nature all around us miracles we do see
For our existence and survival to her we do owe
Yet so little about her we can claim to know.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Our Lord’s Majesty
So very Glorious is our King, The Lord and God of everything,
So clothed in Heavenly Majesty, greater than any eye can see,
Robed in Glorious Eternal Light, piercing the dark of our night,
Our God with an Eternal Plan; higher than the thoughts of man.
Above this world He ordained, His Majesty can’t be contained,
Sitting above this earthly sphere, God Himself, is always near,
For His stool, all the earth, yet, we are to Him of special worth,
God reaches down to dwell in us, by the Spirit of Christ Jesus.
God’s Majesty is shared with none, but, Christ His Eternal Son,
Who is now at God’s right hand, with authority over every land,
The Eternal Author of Salvation, Who reigns over every nation,
Who will soon return in Majesty, to earth, for every eye will see.
His Majesty, Christ set aside, but His Authority was not denied,
When He was born on this earth, to afford men a spiritual birth,
As a body was prepared for Him, to be redemption for our sin,
As God Himself, became a man; to fulfill His Redemptive Plan.
As God’s Lamb, Christ had died, but, was raised and Glorified,
And is coming back, to receive, every heart, who does believe,
Changed in the twinkling of an eye, to meet together in the sky,
To reign with Christ eternally, in the presence of God’s Majesty.
(Copyright ©02/2010)
High Upon the Rainbow
Some days fill with wonder
Some days fill with pain
And some you'll press between the glass
To look at once again
Like the morning of my soul
Like the dawn of miracles
Come again to find me
Sitting high upon the rainbow
Some days will hold a present
A gift not that's not yet seen
And some days bless with secret signs
And some with a certainty
Like the morning of my soul
Like the dawn of miracles
Come again to find me
Sitting high upon the rainbow
Some days won't come round again
Though you never heard 'good-bye'
Some days we'll think of all our life
And the answer's only sighs
Like the morning of my soul
Like the dawn of miracles
Come again to find me
Sitting high upon the rainbow
Like the morning of my soul
Like the dawn of miracles
Come again to find me
Sitting high upon the rainbow
(written to Fly to the Sky, an original
piano composition by Gothicevils)
poem by Patti Masterman
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In Your Absence
I loved you as a dew-drop,
loves buds to help,
Them to bloom, a bird
loves the sky, the grass-hopper,
wishes to be one with,
nature being green like her.......
I wanted to be the morning
breeze to sway the branches,
Of the trees, the heads
of grasses, or to run along,
The meadows merrily!
Nature doesn't dance,
with the tune of lust!
So, do I! The music of
heart, the storm of
the screaming souls,
mesmerize me with the
same attraction!
In your absence in
my heart, I feel like
a withered leaf, a blank
sheet where we could write,
a poem together with the
touch of our heavenly
fingers!
In your absence, I see
the cruel eyes of an
evil spirit who wishes
to toss me in the air
to turn me into nothingness.
In your absence, I can't
be one with my mother
Nature, in your........
poem by Nilakshi Das
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There is no Charge...
Generosity of the earth,
For whatever its worth.
There is no charge
The fragrance of flowers,
At any time and hour.
There is no charge
The shade of a beckoning tree,
Offering shelter to a refugee.
There is no charge
The birds early morning orchestra,
Uplifting like chanting a mantra.
There is no charge
Motherly caress of the gentle breeze,
So soothing, stress is released.
There is no charge
Days and nights,
Nature’s cues to sleep and rise.
There is no charge
Watching the ebb and flow of ocean tide,
As the Sun sets and goes to hide.
There is no charge
did you say everything is expensive,
how can any one be happy.
What if nature gave you a whack
And tried to teach you what is lack.
Can you handle her balance sheet?
Indignant, you’ll scream, you cheat, you cheat.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Why I Write?
When indelible memories of the past,
Torment my heart and mind; I write.
When mist floats in front of the eyes,
The light comes from behind; I write.
When the men of the callous world,
Compel me to be confined; I write.
When my heart weeps wailing upon
The wise being led by the blind; I write.
When in self schemed distribution I see
The deserving limping behind; I write.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Waiting
Waiting
sitting in silence
finding things to do
on this normal, quiet evening.
rustling papers
and tapping keyboard,
with one eye on the phone
waiting for disaster
to ring through my complacency.
I can almost see
the sterile walls, the contained chaos
as hurried doctors and nurses
bring relief to the battle-weary
binding the hundred wounds
of collision and anger,
cancer and a failing heart.
I can almost, but not quite, hear
The IV pumps, heart monitors,
crash-carts clattering down
shining halls, carrying the artillery
we aim at the enemy.
But right now,
right here
all is quiet;
the cat mews patiently
for her evening meal
as I watch for the phone
to light up
and give me the news
that will shatter
this quiet evening.
poem by Steven Federle
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Greed is Good
“Greed is good! ” they say
Some say “Greed is great! ”
Will they say that when the masses
Are bashing down their gate?
Will they still pray to their god ‘Greed’
When they find that it’s too late?
All the starving children
They don’t think greed is good
They would rather have each day
A sufficiency of food
All the freezing homeless
How great is greed to those?
A bit of tin to shelter in
Would please them (I suppose)
What good is greed to anyone
When it is served with hate?
I’d rather have a shred of humanity
Sitting on my plate
poem by Neil Milliner
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Stealing Heaven's light
Nature's gentle touch in sync
sentient timepiece
two sides of the fluid force
God's magic is miracles /alternate line: God's magic are miracles.
tanka by Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
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