Hostile By Virus
The only love, known to unknown, my hate smite to the spirit reflected from ice - My number bounce off the roll, the blades which cuts the dots on a six sided dice - By the playground, fenced in with sorrow, the bees can tolerate what is seen, stung for a sting - The weight of men, measured by birth, again and again, ten into ten - Endless, never lifeless to present less to the lessor - The wealth of a planet, she was deceived, the cost is the multiplying of the host, Hostile by Virus - Humans are the greatest of thieves, what do we achieve - Sorrow in gold, oil which we war over and our souls which are sold
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Hate Who Hate
I hate those who hate,
I hate myself for not knowing what to hate,
I hate life,
I hate love,
I hate not knowing of my upcoming strife
I hate not know of my oncoming love,
I hate those who hate,
I hate myself
I'd stop to hate for gold of my weight,
I hate all those with wealth,
I hate those who harm,
I hate those who hurt,
I hate those who use their charm,
To put others in the dirt,
I hate living as I ache,
I hate living in earth wake,
I hate people who hate,
I being the one who must be to forsake
Those who hate, must hate me
Because of thou hate I hate thee,
The point i must make,
Leaving myself without this weight
Is that I love to hate,
And all love hate when you hate what they hate.
poem by chris Hamilton
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Shorty
Intro]
Shorties everywhere
Bounce, bounce
Uh huh, now bounce, bounce
Come on, uh huh
Come on shorty
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce for me)
That's right, come on
I met her at a naughty show
I'm thinking 'bout felacio
But, but you gotta hit me, oh
Didn't think she would though
Got home and had a voice mail
It's her, like butter for real
Left the number to her cell
Sayin' when I'll be free, give her a yell
Never knew you'd be the one for me
Never knew all the things you done, done for me
Who'd have known you'd have a son for me
Just gotta let you know
Shorty
You can have my box number, cell number
Fax number, mamma number
Call me
I'll be right there
Always baby, cuz you want me
Phone me
I will never hurt you
Never leave you, I'll always want you
Shorty
You know you're like my homey
Cuz you're my shorty
She the type that go outside, house shoes
Weave undone, and still look good, son
Type to fight at the club
When a nigga' tryin' to mug
Cuz it's how she show her love
Type that go through your pants pockets when you sleep
Check your pager when it beep
Tryin' to catch you on the creep
She'll wash your clothes, cook your food
Watch the kids, love at the same time
I'm so glad she's mine
I knew you were the one for me
I know my playa days were done for me
Shorty girl, you're really something
And I just wanna let you know, oh
Shorty
You can have my box number, cell number
Fax number, mamma number
Call me
I'll be right there
Always baby, cuz you want me
Phone me
I will never hurt you
Never leave you, I'll always want you
Shorty
You know you're like my homey
Cuz you're my shorty
Shorty gotta let you know
How much you mean to me
I'll never let you go
Never, never, never
Shorty, shorty
You've always been down for me
(Always been down for me)
Always been down for me
So anything you'll ever need
(Anything you'll ever need)
Oh (Let me know)
Shorty (Shorty)
Shorty (Shorty)
Shorty
You can have my box number, cell number
Fax number, mamma number
Call me
I'll be right there
Always baby, cuz you want me
Phone me
I will never hurt you
Never leave you, I'll always want you
Shorty
You know you're like my homey
Cuz you're my shorty
Come on now shorty
Bounce, bounce, bounce
If ya love your shorty
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Come on now shorties
Bounce, bounce, bounce
If ya love your shorties
Bounce, bounce
Come on now shorty
Bounce, bounce, bounce
If ya love your shorty
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Come on now shorties
Bounce, bounce, bounce
If ya love your shorties
Bounce, bounce
Shorty
You can have my box number, cell number
Fax number, mamma number
Call me
I'll be right there
Always baby, cuz you want me
Phone me
I will never hurt you
Never leave you, I'll always want you
Shorty
You know you're like my homey
Cuz you're my shorty
Shorty
song performed by by Next
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Sorrow Under Mist
Mist -
Giving wispy vapour to the breath,
Cool calm to autumn afternoons,
A hovering air of mysticism
Over brooding lakes -
Was different here,
Affording company, closeness -
A caring arm around her shoulders.
In the eyes, a once-clear oceanic blue
Wavered under water -
Tears telling torrid truths
She couldn't face -
Like the glowering image in the mirror
You don't see in your mind's eye
Of compensation; delusion.
We see her sitting on the concrete steps
That led down to the dew-laden garden.
She's peering up, sensing her diffuse companion,
Refreshing in its chill; giving crispness
To the stealth of dulling evening.
But the bite of air couldn't lift the sorrow
Of pale youth in love,
Shouldered by a not-in-love and scoffing eye.
Rejection hurt;
Hurts -
Wrenches deep -
Emotion that we can't deny!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
Sorrow Rain
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sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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I Hate to Love
I hate to love
as it gives pain
I hate to love
and be a loser ever again
I hate to love
as I treat lovers insane
I hate to love
as it is brittle as a cane
I hate to love
as it gives sorrow
I hate to love
it’s not like money that u can borrow
I hate to love
as it ends unhappily
When a partner goes away
and the other waits sadly
I hate to love
as it needs a pair
it’s like a game
in which everything is fair
I hate to love
when love is one-sided
If one flirts
the other lives parted
I hate to love
when someone plays a game
and the other unknowingly
comes under his tame
I hate to love
when it is false
in this case it has no effect
and no cause
I hate, I hate, I hate
I hate everything about love
b’coz hatred is the
extremity of love
This experience is
different in it’s feel
It’s gained only
after a strong zeal
If you Love to Hate
It means you are in Anger
But if you Hate to Love
it means you were someday a Betrayed Lover….
poem by Bineeta Kharga
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The Balance
The sting of time dances on
In the night and early morn
Singing of love gained and love lost
We are left to count the cost
Sorrow visits then goes away
Joy awakens a brand new day
When joy dances and sings with you
Sorrow lay asleep waiting for its time to
It is in the balance we stand
Between the two we take their hand
Who can say which is greater
Who holds the scale between now and later
By what infinite measure shall we weigh
The joy and sorrow that visits each day
For both are bound together by love
Pulling at us with the push and the shove
From joy the happiness from sorrow the pain
Making our lives full with the loss and the gain
Within each our growth is found
The larger we grow the smaller the sound
Of joy and sorrow we hear
For they shall mark every year
That we draw breath upon the earth
Showing to each of us what love is worth
poem by Thomas Segel
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Glory For Sorrow
sorrow thy seat is on heap of shattered hopes
still you accompany the deserted souls
sorrow you are the truth on passage of time
still you accompany defeated minds
sorrow you have nothing to hold for morrows
still you reveals the hollowness of life
sorrow you holds the secrets of dark
still you awaken the spirit in the dying man
sorrow you when words fail their expression
still you prevail the onslaught of cultures
sorrow you flood the life with tears
still you provide ways to try for happiness
sorrow you make even dull heads philosophers
still you remain elusive to searh or research
poem by Venkatesh Ram
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In Sorrow
In sorrow
She mourns her beloved son
What's next to follow
No one knows
In sorrow
He mourns his beloved daughter
What's next to follow
His heart is hollow
In sorrow
She mourns her beloved husband
What's next to follow
She is now a widow
In sorrow
He mourns his beloved wife
What's next to follow
His desire for life is renounced to zero
In sorrow
They mourn the passing of a dear friend
Someone they wished to be there tomorrow
It hurts without pretext, whatever sorrow sends
And we know and I know
Sorrow returns not the life's it borrows
Sorrow is a walking deadly shadow
Sorrow is the virus we dread tomorrow
Sorrow is the devils spell of lethal horrors
Therefore my dear fellows
In sorrow no more I mourn her sorrow
In sorrow
I have closed on her all my doors and windows
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
www.sylviachidi.co.uk
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Bees
Bees are messengers from up above:
Filled with goodness and with love.
Unlike wasps, they mean us no harm:
They are more friendly and have charm.
On fine, silvery wings, the bees take flight,
When the sun's warm rays are shining bright.
They collect up the pollen in their sacs,
Then, to their hives, they take it back.
They carry out their duties with a smile;
Their souls full of cheer all the while.
With keenness, they carry out their work;
Their responsibilities, they do not shirk.
Bees have such an important role to play:
We would be doomed if they died away.
Plants and flowers would cease to grow,
And supplies of foodstuffs would soon be low.
Of bees, there is no need for us to be scared;
About their work, they passionately do care.
If we leave these dedicated workers well alone,
Near to us humans, they will not dare to roam.
They will not sting us, unless they're provoked,
For them, using their sting is certainly no joke.
If a bee ever stings you, you may well cry,
But the poor old bee, well, it would then die.
Unlike wasps, bees are not considered pests,
Even though they are very similarly dressed.
Bees are really fabulous, bees are really brill:
A bee, you should never ever, on purpose, kill.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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The Greatest Plague
Hate consumes the people of the world like a
plague that kills. Turn to hate we do in times
where things are wrong in thine eyes. Try to
justify it by calling it what you like but in
the end it all amounts to hate. Someone attacks
the weak we go after them claiming justice but
we allow the anger to lead us away. Sorrow can
leads us to hate without a soul even realizing
it. So hate has the ulitmate power in this world
that call home. Hate is everything that does not
envelop love or happiness. We allow more hate
than love in this land. You can call it what you
like. Spite anger sorrow loss sadness jealousy
pain. They all lead down the road to hatred.
The paths may go in different ways but all in
in the same place. Being there alone without
a person to stand at your side. Without the
happiness and joys of life. You can say that
sorrow loss and sadness are not hate but when
you think about it your sorrow can turn feeling
sorrow for a person can turn to hurting another
you feel anger towards those who would not help.
Loss you blame someone or something for taking
someone away from you. Perhaps your loss can
change into seeking vengence. Sadness how could
it turn you wander but sadness it self it loss
and sorrow. When sad you are easily swayed by
one of great influence good or bad. Hate has
the power to do more to us than one can ever
think or imagine. For those who do no see it
just turn the pages back in time and all shall
be revealed then. Hate is destroying us swiftly
one day at a time. Hate is the worlds greatest
plague.
poem by Jacob Adams
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I Got Stung
Holy smokes land sakes alive I never thought this would happen to me
Ah-ha, yeah, ah-ha yeah
I got stung by a sweet honey bee
What a feelin came over me
Well it started in my eyes, crept up to my head
Flew into my arms, til I was stung dead
Im done, ah-ha, I got stung
Hum ah-ha, yeah ah-ha, yeah
She had all that I wanted and more
Ive never seen honey bees before
Well she started through my ears, buzzing in my brain
Got stung all over but I feel no pain
Im done, ah-ha, I got stung
Well dont think Im complainin
Because Im might pleased that we met
cause you gimme just one little peck on the back of my neck
And I break out in a cold cold sweat
If I live to a hundred and two
I wont let nobody sting me but you
Ill be buzzin round your hive
Evry day at five and Im never gonna leave once I arrive
Im done, ah-ha, I got stung
I got stung yeah, I got stung yeah
Well dont think Im complainin
Cause Im might pleased that we met
cause you gimme just one little peck on the back of my neck
And I break out in a cold cold sweat
If I live to a hundred and two
I wont let nobody sting me but you
Ill be buzzin round your hive
Evry day at five and Im never gonna leave once I arrive
Im done, ah-ha, I got stung, yeah
Im done, ah-ha, I got stung, yeah
Because Im done, ah-ha, I got stung
Hey, ah-ha, yeah
Ah-ha, yeah
Ah-ha, yeah
I got stung, yeah
I got stung, yeah
I got stung, yeah
I got stung, yeah , yeah , yeah , yeah , yeah , yeah , yeah
I got stung, yeah
I got stung, stung, stung yeah, yeah ... yeah
I got stung, stung, stung yeah, yeah ... yeah
I got yeah, yeah, yeah
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Hot Hot
Beneath that hard covered rock.
I know there's something you've got.
On the surface you are cool.
But deep within you're hot!
You keep your-mind-confined.
Like a sweet treasure hidden.
You want to offer me a bite.
And I know just how you like it!
And the birds and the bees sing and hum.
And When I sting you'll know you're stung.
Beneath that hard covered rock.
I know there's something you've got.
On the surface you are cool.
But deep within you're hot!
Hot hot!
You keep your-mind-confined,
And hot!
Like a sweet treasure hidden...
So hot!
You want to offer me a bite,
That's hot!
And I know just how you like it!
Hot hot!
And that's what I've got!
And the birds and the bees sing and hum.
And When I sting you'll know you're stung.
And when we're done no one will run!
From the morning Sun 'til the Sunset comes.
'Cause we're hot!
Like a sweet treasure hidden...
So hot!
You've kept that mind confined!
And hot!
It's so delicious we both lick it!
And the birds and the bees sing and hum.
And When I sting you'll know you're stung.
From the morning Sun 'til the Sunset comes.
Sssssyou'rehot!
And I know just how you like it!
Hot hot!
And that's what I've got!
And the birds and the bees sing and hum.
And When I sting you'll know you're stung.
Beneath that hard covered rock.
I know there's something you've got.
On the surface you are cool.
But deep within you're hot!
And the birds and the bees sing and hum.
And When I sting you'll know you're stung.
And when we're done no one will run!
From the morning Sun 'til the Sunset comes.
Hot hot!
Hot hot!
Hot hot!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Endless Sorrow
Life has two faces
happiness and sorrow
either ways make essence
of what existence truly meant
With the grace of God
we are redeemed from sin
as Jesus died on the cross
and save us from damnation
Happiness makes peace
but sorrow brings turmoil
reality on earth at present
has shown endless sorrow
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Sorrow
“Sorrow”
I have so much sorrow
I really don’t care if there’ll be a tomorrow
I’m all alone in this abnormal world
I can’t see my life ahead because it’s such a blur
My sorrow is something normal in my life
I don’t care if I’ll be a wife
I love my life but, I hate my life
I don’t care about what I do
I don’t care about trying something new
My whole life is based on sorrow
I never think about happiness
It’s all because I can do nothing else but stress
I hate the fact that my life is such a mess
Sorrow
I hate that word! !
BY: Latedra Yaisha Ellis
poem by Latedra Ellis
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Unknown To You
sorrow lost is pain unknown,
pain unknown is greatness unshown.
the end of sorrow marks the end of a life.
living in hate is a sad existence,
giving no chance to face the end.
the end is near when I choose to be away.
afraid, no other options, the door opens,
and I will walk through it.
poem by Brittney Karasek
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Joy and Sorrow chapter VIII
Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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Roll Me Over
Now, this is number one,
And the fun has just begun.
Roll me over, lay me down,
And do it again.[CHORUS]
Roll me over, in the clover,
Roll me over, lay me down,
And do it again.
Now, this is number two,
And he's got me in a stew.
Roll me over, lay me down,
And do it again.[CHORUS]
Now, this is number three,
And his hand is on my knee.
Roll me over, lay me down,
And do it again.[CHORUS]
Now, this is number four,
And he's got me on the floor.
Roll me over, lay me down,
And do it again.[CHORUS]
Now, this is number five,
And his hand is on my thigh.
Roll me over, lay me down,
And do it again.[CHORUS]
Now, this is number six,
And he's got me in a fix.
Roll me over, lay me down,
And do it again.[CHORUS]
Now, this is number seven,
And it's just like being in heaven.
Roll me over, lay me down,
And do it again.[CHORUS]
Now, this is number eight,
And the doctor's at the gate.
Roll me over, lay me down,
And do it again.[CHORUS]
Now, this is number nine,
And the twins are doing fine.
Roll me over, lay me down,
And do it again.[CHORUS]
Now, this is number ten,
And he's started once again.
Roll me over, lay me down,
And do it again.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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As Christ Strengthens Me
Through Jesus Christ you can achieve more than anyone could believe.
Much for mankind can be wrought, if we look to that old rugged cross.
I can do all things indeed, through Jesus Christ, who strengthens me.
His Glory is what’s achieved, as He moves the heart of the deceived.
On the cross He paid the price to give believers the mind of Christ.
When we confront the unkind, He gives believers a Christ like mind.
And when we deal with bitter hate, the love of Christ will compensate.
Tough decisions when they come are handled with The Spirit’s Wisdom.
In turmoil heartaches cease, as He fills me with unfathomable peace.
His will becomes my desire, as He walks me through the purging fire.
In the toughest times we can trust what Christ’s Blood has done for us.
And even in the darkest hour, we receive from The Holy Spirit power.
He fills you with His Spirit of Grace, when you’re in a miserable place.
Christ goes with us in each fiery trial, comforting us without denial.
Life on earth isn’t the whole story; for we are being prepared for Glory.
Once reluctant and so coy, and now a bold witness filled with joy.
He fills my heart with strong desire that goes far beyond this earth.
This points to One much higher, Who offers to all men a new birth.
He lifts away today’s sorrow by putting fears and worries far behind.
And He helps me to embrace tomorrow with security and peace of mind.
I become a living sacrifice pointing men to the return of The Lord.
For He who paid the ultimate price has much more for all in store.
In The Spirit one can perceive what many today can not comprehend.
So we can point those who are deceived to The Truth about the end.
Sonnet: Material Things Are Not Permanent
Whatever wealth I’ve accrued in this world,
Whether hard-earned or by the easy route;
Whether in kind or currency wads, curled,
I must leave back to someone else like loot.
However much wealth I have earned on earth,
By sweat of brow or by my playing dice,
It will not help me gain an extra-breath,
Except a coffin made of teak wood nice.
Whatever treasures, I had to my name,
As gems or diamonds, silver or gold-form,
I leave them back intact in life's earth game,
In known or unknown places as per norm.
Then why this haste and frenzy for more wealth,
And that too at the cost of one’s own health?
poem by John Celes
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A Child's Death
God the Lord has taken
Though He has given too;
For in your times of sorrow
God shows His love for you.
God's love will bring you joy
God's joy will never cease
'cause when you know the love of God
You then know inward peace.
These words I speak to you dear friends
To quieten all your fears;
For by God's Spirit your sorrow I share
I've prayed for you with tears.
And as I prayed God's Spirit groaned
Within my troubled breast,
God told me it was 'by His love
that he would give you rest.'
Your sorrow will be turned to joy
You shall find peace I know
'cause when you seek the risen Christ
His love constrains you so.
Let us praise God for His giving
And for His taking too;
For in your times of sorrow -
God makes known His love for you.
2 Samuel 12: 19-23; Luke 4: 18,19
(written for a couple whose infant died)
poem by Richard Merrell
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What women want...
You hate me when I'm happy
You hate me when I'm sad
You hate me when I'm calm
And also when I get mad
You hate me when I'm gloomy
You hate me when I'm joking
You hate the men who smoke
And you hate me for not smoking
You hate me when I'm silent
You hate me when I talk
Even before I speak
You act as if I spoke
You hate the way I drive
You hate the way I walk
You hate me when I'm rich
You hate me when I'm broke
You hate me when I laugh
You'll hate me if I cry
Now you hate that I'm alive
You'll hate me when I die
You hate when I appear
You hate it when I hide
You hate me when I'm near
Yet you want me by your side
You hate me coz I'm thin
And you'd hate me if I'm fat
For you think I'm made of tin
I'm your worthless doormat
You're asking me to change
And even if I do
I know I'll find myself
Still not good enough for you
Well, let me tell you baby
A fact that may seem new
I feel, I breathe, I love
We, men, are humans too
So please try to accept me
And forgive me or forget
Don't try to customize me
What you see is what you get
You're still planning to change me
Even though you know you won't
Deep inside you, you're unable
To achieve what women want
poem by Asser Mattar
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