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dreamers ever lost
with their heads
hidden in expansive
white woven clouds
walking rainbows
vision mists tears
obscure heart beats
feeling pain sorrow
price dream freedom paid
blog post desires freedom laid
political deceit party squreach
impedes freedom loving speech
bloggers log civil rights abuses
wave upon wave of fact web pages
show strung beatings tortures corpses
bloggers blog post on postmortem pages
of freedom torture death discourse rages
reveal to silent world lives Mubarak steals
even Mubarak heinous freedom stealing rat
is powerless to suppress global internet beat
fear not Hosni shalt not escape his indictment sin fine
cometh judgement day hell cast in flames he will dine
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My Only Song
Man of Sorrow
Man of Pain
You took it all
Without any gain.
You loved us all
With gentle eyes
Man of Sorrow
Man of Pain
39 plus one
Lashes great fall on your back
A crown of thorns
Pressed down around your head
The blood runs down
and yet you cry
'So many lost;
So many die.'
Man of Sorrow
Man of Pain
Leave it now-
And cry again
Man of sorrow
Man of pain
Your troubled heart
Feels my pain.
Lifted up to die
Bitter gall served fresh
As wine
Yet you'd do it again
For one lost sheep
That beats in the air.
Man of sorrow
Man of pain
When is it enough?
So much grief
You swallow up
Yet you bore it
And demand me live-
Man of sorrow
I humbled myself down.
All glory to you
Man of sorrow
All thrones belong to you
Man of pain
You gave me life and
Even more
I have nothing
But myself to give -
Yet I keep taking it back
Man of Sorrow
Man of Pain.
poem by Charlotte Ballard
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How To Tell The Story Of The Cloud
you know how is it with the clouds
the more with air
and mists
they always change and they do it
as quickly as a wink
you know what clouds do
the form upon you some stories
the rainy ones sometimes and you shed tears
in the same manner with the air and mists
the air passes and sometimes you do not even feel it
and so you miss the story that it is bringing
the story of a journey
into somewhere
and the mists bring you some notes about what to do
in the darkness of the night
yet you tarry on the grass and on the side of the hill
you miss the essence of our beings
we are ghosts and we do not know where we are hidden.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Freedom!
Freedom, an arm,
To arm the unarmed.
A desire, never been truth,
Always remained in books.
Freedom, a word,
To word the wordless,
An inspiration, never cared,
Always remained in feeling.
Freedom, a dream,
To dream the dreamers.
A taste, never felt,
Always played hide and seek.
Freedom, a fight,
To fight the fighters.
A cry, never exist,
Always lied in sighs.
There is no freedom.
There is no free land,
There is no free man.
There is only a cry,
There is only a reflection,
Only a word out of eternity.
Freedom....
poem by Kafil Uddin Raihan.
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I Paid The Price
See notes below
Well Im sick and tired
Of your alibis,
And your indiscreet lies
Just wont get you by,
Over and over and over and over again.
And your family,
Your forced superiority,
Your azure delusions of grandeur,
Are gonna cut you free,
Over and over and over and over again.
Youre as cold as ice.
Ahh, youre not miss nice,
And I paid the price.
Ahh, you can count me out.
Oh, without a doubt,
I paid the price.
And up and down, round, round you go,
But you know one monkey
Dont stop no show.
Its plain to see
Youre in need of help,
But I just cant go on
And whip myself
Over and over and over, over again.
Ahh, you can count me out.
Ahh, without a doubt,
You know, I paid the price.
Ahh, youre not miss nice.
Youre as cold as ice,
And I paid the price.
Yes I did.
You know I did.
And I just wanna know
Whos your sponsor.
I just wanna know, oh,
I just a-wanna know, oh,
I just a-wanna know, oh,
Whos your angel.
{backup singers} [i paid the price.]
Sing the song.
[i paid the price.]
[i paid the price.]
[i paid the price.]
And dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
And dont discriminate your sponsor.
[i paid the price.]
And be good to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Hey, hey!!
[i paid the price.]
Dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
And dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Dont discriminate your sponsor.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Uhh, be good!
[i paid the price.]
Be good to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
I tried for to blow it. (? ? )
[i paid the price.]
I tried for to blow it (? ? ), one more time.
[i paid the price.]
I tried for to blow it (? ? ), one more time.
[i paid the price.]
If you blow it one more time, I say,
[i paid the price.]
Oh, youre as
Cold as ice,
And youre not miss nice,
And Ive definitely
Paid the price.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Emotions
i am feeling empty inside
maybe! it's because the feelings that i hide?
at times it's a feeling of loneliness
and at times, it's loves and desires hidden away.
but with all this i have to say.
i will never change the sensations
of feeling different emotions.
love, joy, sadness, bitterness, sorrow, anxieties, and stress.
but closeness is the one i love the best.
to be close and to be inspired, is my lifelong desire.
to have someone to hug you and to tell
you that everything is going to be alright.
and that someone is there, when you're down and out
that is what emotions is all about.
i found love and it was bursting to be free
a love, so deeply hidden inside of me.
i saw the love in someone elses eyes
feelings and emotions that they could not hide.
i felt their exhileration, and each and every sensation.
i felt the pains that a heart must go through
to bring all feelings closer to you.
the heart and the mind work hand in hand
but it is the soul that makes the plan.
(is it the mind that tells the heart what is love, what is pain.
what is sorrow? or is it the heart that tells the mind these things?)
the soul is the one that instills all these things into us
and this is what we have to trust.
emotions is lifes key
it could make you a slave, or set you free.
poem by Louis Rams
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We hold our heads high, despite the price we have paid, because freedom is priceless.
quote by Lech Walesa
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America's Heartbeat
Ever growing in pride,
Knowing what it takes
To stand strong when tried.
America’s heartbeat remains.
Freedom still comes at a price,
A soldier lost his life today.
Hearts are low, but spirits high.
America’s heartbeat is gain.
She lifts high her head
With the hope of making things right.
Strongly and reverently lead,
America’s heartbeat ever resides.
She breathes in freedom
And speaks of hope for the future.
Her song longs to be sung,
America’s heartbeat desires to be pure.
Feeling the pangs
Of her labor and will,
She elects her fame.
America’s heartbeat, strong and still.
She’s known from which she’s named,
For instilled in her is integrity and justice.
Red, white and blue run through her veins,
America’s heartbeat is in every dream and wish.
poem by Melinda McQueen
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Lament
Where are those dazzling hills touched by the sun,
Those crags in childhood that I used to climb?
Hidden, hidden under mist is yonder mountain,
Hidden is the heart.
A day of cloud, a lifetime falls between,
Gone are the heather moors and the pure stream,
Gone are the rocky places and the green,
Hidden, hidden under sorrow is yonder mountain,
Hidden, hidden.
O storm and gale of tears, whose blinding screen
Makes weather of grief, snow's drifting curtain
Palls th'immortal heights once seen.
Hidden, hidden is the heart,
Hidden, hidden is the heart.
poem by Kathleen Jessie Raine
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Bright Sunny Day
If you wake up in the morning light
Something doesn't seem
or know is right
Lay back and let your feeling show
Come on and let the people know
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
Just ?? money
Your baby ??
??
Now come on boys,??
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
Bad news is just an excuse
Get down and
let yourself keep loose
Go on and live for tomorrow
So much spent today in sorrow
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
song performed by by Neil Young
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The Rainbow Connection
Why are there so many songs about rainbows and what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions, and rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we've been told and some choose to believe it.
I know they're wrong wait and see.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.
Who said that wishes would be heard and answered when wished on the morningstar?
Someone thought of that and someone believed it.
Look what it's done so far.
What's so amazing that keeps us stargazing and what do we think we might see?
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.
All of us under its spell.
We know that it's probably magic.
Have you been half asleep and have you heard voices?
I've heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors.
The voice might be one and the same.
I've heard it too many times to ignore it.
It's something that I'm supposed to be.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection, the lovers, the dreamers and me.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection, the lovers, the dreamers and me.
song performed by by Carpenters
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This Is All About Us, Our Beings Lost, Dissipated
the ideas come and they do not wait.
they enter your door and they do not knock.
they leave without any permission from your house.
they have colored wings and they simply fly away upon their liking.
they are so beautiful and deep and glistening.
enlightening and you miss them
now you sit there, speechless on the blankness of your world.
why did you not write when they were here beautifully dancing and singing?
you know how is it with the clouds
the more with air
and mists
they always change and they do it
as quickly as a wink
you know what clouds do
the form upon you some stories
the rainy ones sometimes and you shed tears
in the same manner with the air and mists
the air passes and sometimes you do not even feel it
and so you miss the story that it is bringing
the story of a journey
into somewhere
and the mists bring you some notes about what to do
in the darkness of the night
yet you tarry on the grass and on the side of the hill
you miss the essence of our beings
we are ghosts and we do not know where we are hidden.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Changes
the ideas come and they do not wait.
they enter your door and they do not knock.
they leave without any permission from your house.
they have colored wings and they simply fly away upon their liking.
they are so beautiful and deep and glistening.
enlightening and you miss them
now you sit there, speechless on the blankness of your world.
why did you not write when they were here beautifully dancing and singing?
you know how is it with the clouds
the more with air
and mists
they always change and they do it
as quickly as a wink
you know what clouds do
the form upon you some stories
the rainy ones sometimes and you shed tears
in the same manner with the air and mists
the air passes and sometimes you do not even feel it
and so you miss the story that it is bringing
the story of a journey
into somewhere
and the mists bring you some notes about what to do
in the darkness of the night
yet you tarry on the grass and on the side of the hill
you miss the essence of our beings
we are ghosts and we do not know where we are hidden.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Price That You Pay
If you wake up in the morning light
Something doesnt seem or know is right
Lay back and let your feeling show
Come on and let the people know
Oh, thats the price that you pay
Oh, thats the price that you pay.
Just ____________________ money
Your baby _______________________
________________________________
Now come on boys, ________________
Oh, thats the price that you pay
Oh, thats the price that you pay.
Oh, thats the price that you pay
Oh, thats the price that you pay.
Bad news is just an excuse
Get down and let yourself keep loose
Go on and live for tomorrow
So much spent today in sorrow
Oh, thats the price that you pay
Oh, thats the price that you pay.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Balm
When the darkness of my heart
dissolves in the clouds,
When my tears come out ripping
the veil of eye lids
When my heart beats are represented by the peel of thunder,
When the memories of someone takes
the shape of clouds,
I always wish a soothing balm
for my pain,
It is sent by Heaven
in the form of rain.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Let Alone...
Let alone my pain and distress
The hope lost at the toss of a coin
Let alone the uncertain progress
The queue of optimism I'll always join
Let alone my unsung achievements
That which remain hidden from all
Let alone my character's content
I shall lend my hands to all
Let alone the pain of the helpless child
Who takes a home to be the street
Let alone my being so mild
The situations are subject to perfectibility
Let alone my joy, my dream, my love
The light, that my heart so desires
Let alone your wish, or His above
Life will be all about you and I.
poem by hakam Abubakar
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Never love again
The feeling of love as I look in her eyes
The feeling of grief every time she cries
The happiness I feel as she holds my hand
The feeling I get as we walk on the sand
The joy I feel as we embrace
Her in my arms makes my heart race
These feeling towards her I never felt
These feeling towards her makes my heart melt
The pain and sorrow I feel as she walks away
Pain and sorrow I feel because my heart broke that day
poem by Jordan Jacobs
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My heart, my pain, then you!
My heart, my pain, then you!
You should have listen to my
heart when it beats, now my
tears have the throne of love
drowned. Still you are a white
horse marching on the luxury
path and my heart pays the
price.I never thought that my
heart will take this lonely path,
all for love i have always hold
the sky so that the heavenly
treasure can smlie at you. What
about the promises we made when
the field were green and it flower
at there peak? still my faith in love
is a massive flood.
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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Was it a dream or a vision
In my lonely thoughts i saw,
A woman of purity and tenderness,
Walking towards me with precision,
Holding my right hand with descretion,
Was it a dream or a vision?
My heart skipped a beat,
My eye skipped a blink,
I lost my concentration,
Her beauty none can describe,
Her modesty i honoured,
Her skin so soft and tender,
Was it you or another,
A dream or vision?
Her lips i reached,
The vanillia of my saliva,
The smell of love was in the air,
The distance knew us not,
Was it you my love,
Was it a dream or a vision
She took me by the hand,
Whispered she loved me,
My ears could not contain,
I shivered with amusement,
The sight of beauty beyond doubt,
Uncovering her destiny to me,
I think it was you my love,
But my thoughts never knew,
Was it a dream or a vision
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Nothing Under My Bed
Daylight hours too,
Can be insidiously cruel.
I'm sunshine on a cloudy day,
And I'm nobody's fool.
My manners will last longer,
Than any pain he can bestow.
The lessons from my intimates,
Outlive the insults he can throw.
There are still rainbows
Where my heart beats.
Look! He is walking
up the wrong street
For I am no longer his home
......
© 2012
poem by Ruby Honeytip
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Farewell Ritual.
The rifles bark their last salute.
To say farewell to a comrade.
The tears of mourners follow suit.
The last post sounds: A serenade
or better yet a lullaby
To lull a valiant soul to sleep.
A tribute to his memory.
The price of freedom is not cheap.
Another human sacrifice
offered to the God of War.
He earned his place in paradise
to rest in peace for evermore.
A sight we see too frequently
In military cemeteries.
Friday,27 August 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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