The Prairie States
A NEWER garden of creation, no primal solitude,
Dense, joyous, modern, populous millions, cities and farms,
With iron interlaced, composite, tied, many in one,
By all the world contributed--freedom's and law's and thrift's
society,
The crown and teeming paradise, so far, of time's accumulations,
To justify the past.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Midsummer Dream
I dreamed of Paradise Garden;
sunlight sliding down
from an infinite sky
through cedar trees to emerald lawns;
oriental poppies six feet high,
Indian butterflies gliding by
through multilayered shades of blue.
Olympian Apollo’s statue
holds a fountain in his hands,
which swirls and mists, sparkles and cools,
cascading down to deep green pools,
where red carp flash on silver sands.
Gazing round I find,
beyond the mirror of my mind,
past flowering trees and shrubberies,
how all around
this fertile ground
the garden is confined
within a fence of iron bars,
which stretches high
to arch across and make a canopy
between me and the sky.
The falcons, hawks and eagles
which circle round are kept at bay
and cannot swoop to seize as prey
the song birds that sing here all day.
Beyond the bars, a crawling multitude
swarms to and fro insatiably
but cannot find its way
into my garden solitude.
Heavens! I thought, the truth is clear to me!
That restless swarming world
is a prison shut in by iron bars.
Only I, in my garden, am completely free!
poem by Brian Taylor
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Eat Of This Fruit
Men just think…you've always…
Been close to God…
You are HIS first creation…
The vicegerent…
Over the Garden …now that Garden…
Walks on two legs as you…
Just think of the blessings…
God would bestow upon you…
For respecting, that which HE…
Birth from you…and then gave to you…
Your own Garden of Eden (paradise) …
If you will…you, would have never…
Never abused (paradise) as you have woman…
Which is now your personal Garden…
(Paradise, Eden,) you are to protect, love, honor, and
Cherish Her…
So She may acknowledge good fruit…
Can't you see…THAT She is your…
Blessing of all time…
Wake, walk-up my brother or you will surely…
Die…often…
She is yours to respect and protect no matter what…
Level of life she may live…
God…Left Eden in your control…
My…how the mighty (man) forgets…
How he became so mighty…
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Burn down your cities and leave our farms, and your cities will spring up again as if by magic; but destroy our farms and the grass will grow in the streets of every city in the country.
quote by William Jennings Bryan
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I have seen that technology has contributed to improved communication, that it's contributed to better health care, that it's contributed to better food supplies, that it has contributed to all the basic human needs.
quote by John Warnock
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Whose Freedom?
Freedom, freedom, freedom!
Whose freedom?
My freedom, your freedom, our freedoms;
Like e thousand times of a cry in a land!
Yes, they rule with iron-hand but,
We have to obey always;
A rule with an iron fist but,
We have to be the subjects always;
Whose freedom?
Look around you,
It is full of colours;
My freedom, your freedom, their freedoms!
Freedom, freedom, freedom! ! !
We nedd freedom than these shackles.
Whose freedom?
Free-free-free! Freedom to my people! !
Which people?
My people, your people, our peoples;
Have mercy on them and rule them with care.
We need freedom around us,
Whose freedom?
See the type of governments around you;
The people's freedom with an iron fist!
Tell me if all is well.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In The New Garden In All The Parts
IN the new garden, in all the parts,
In cities now, modern, I wander,
Though the second or third result, or still further, primitive yet,
Days, places, indifferent--though various, the same,
Time, Paradise, the Mannahatta, the prairies, finding me unchanged,
Death indifferent--Is it that I lived long since? Was I buried very
long ago?
For all that, I may now be watching you here, this moment;
For the future, with determined will, I seek--the woman of the
future,
You, born years, centuries after me, I seek.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Iron Bars Of Mine
I stand behind these old iron bars,
To see the things, that I can see
I see a world that is changing everyday,
A world, that will not wait for me.
Behind these iron bars where I must lay,
Behind these bars where I must stay.
In this world where I am alone
Its a world that I helped build,
I make not the laws for how I live,
Time for me, she is held still.
As tomorrow is the same as it is today,
And today is the same, as yesterday.
Behind these bars, its where I am
It is the place where I sit and lie,
My destiny for me has already been chose,
For this is the place where I will die.
When the youth of mine turns into old,
When the dewdrops of dreams turn into snow.
The world that I made out of iron and stone
Where freedom and life is locked away
Where life is a waste, and living a haste,
It is where myself alone will forever stay.
Days and years for me, I have no care.
My only solitude, is sleep and prayer.
My day for me; she will someday come
When from my bars I am allowed to leave,
I will welcome that day with open arms and hope,
As those iron bars, will close behind me..
And for that day I will constantly pray,
As I leave those bars, for the bars of my a grave.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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A Newer India!
A newer India will soon emerge,
Like a phoenix from the freedom's ashes!
World's most populous country India,
Will be the cynosure of all eyes soon!
The land has sacred soil and heritage,
Where dwelt kings, emperors, seers and sages;
Where flows the many sacred rivers too,
Whose banks have towns of learning for ages!
With freedom got, just sixty-five years back,
The nation grew in leaps and bounds so well;
The future of Indians is pretty good,
If only perseverance continues.
More than a billion people live here-in;
The Indian brains are second to no one;
Our scientists man key centers here/abroad,
With contributions globally, worthwhile.
Our freedom-fighters have been role-models;
Our defence forces rank at par with world's;
Food-crops grown here are sent to foreign lands;
Our students train abroad to turn experts.
Our country has made rapid strides in fields
Akin our counterparts abroad, always;
Our youngsters have the verve and zeal for feats
Like any other well-developed nation.
If communist, a nation can progress,
Why shouldn't a democratic India?
Our strong-willed people can bring progress fast;
Let's learn and train from wisdom of the past!
Bring on the resurgence, O Indians!
We have the skills and talents aplenty;
We can surpass most nations in health, wealth;
We need to trust ourselves with new resolve!
A newer India will soon emerge,
Like a phoenix from the freedom's ashes!
The dreams of Indian youth will turn real;
With faith, we can move mountains into seas!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 15-08-12
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Sonnet- The World Today(9)
The modern world’s one main disease is stress!
The kind of life we lead, can most depress;
The policies on health are in a mess;
One man attempts the other to suppress.
The one with lesser talents doth impress;
The modern gadgets make all labor less;
How do you curb population’s excess,
And people gain favors through their largess?
Where is today, the freedom of the press?
Each day, they introduce a newer cess!
Revealing body-parts is now the dress;
That Doomsday’s nigh is but anyone’s guess.
More souls are denied Heaven’s ingress;
The common man, his feelings can’t express.
poem by John Celes
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God’s Crowning Jewel
Man is the jewel in the crown, of The Eternal God’s total creation.
He is the only creature found, worthy to receive Eternal Salvation.
Man was special at the start, for in His own image God created him,
God placed emotion in his heart, and breathed breath of life into him.
Friend this life was not just mortal, like the beasts that die and perish.
But man was made to be immortal; God’s creation for Him to cherish.
And man was put above all creation, as he was special in God’s eyes.
Since he was in charge of creation, God gave him a mind, to be wise.
God also had fellowship with man, as He walked with him in Paradise.
But Satan, no longer in God’s plan, wanted to lead man to his demise.
Satan with his own evil plan, wanted to fill man’s heart with utter lies.
With his lies he deceived man, and he was banished from Paradise.
Now separated from God forever, man no longer would see God’s face.
But God’s love he could not sever, as God instituted for man His Grace.
Sin had separated God from man, with no hope to return to Paradise.
But God would continue His plan, this time God turned to Jesus Christ.
Death was the price man had to pay, this for the wages of his own sin.
And Christ died for us on that day, for God to bring man back to Him.
Christ’s death was God’s only way, for Him to redeem man from his sin.
Just accept Christ’s sacrifice today, and you will live forever with Him.
For it was God who said to Christ, let’s make man in our own image.
You can have a place in Paradise, by coming into God’s eternal lineage.
This is God’s redemptive story, and Christ is God’s Eternal Revelation.
So receive a crown for Glory, through Jesus Christ’s Eternal Salvation.
(Copyright ©04/2005)
Solitary Man
Sometimes I feel like a solitary man.
Under the night sky writing what I can.
No one else is moving or driving cars.
The world belongs to me under the stars.
While pondering in my solitude
Without a thought or plan,
Thoughts jump into the mind
Of this solitary man.
I don't know where they come from.
They are just my own surprise.
Sometimes I'd swear that they have come
Through a different set of eyes.
In prison I know that solitary
Can drive a person mad.
But in those I once sent there,
For the solitude they seem glad.
The Lord needed His solitude
For at one time forty days.
And again when in the garden,
Where for the souls of men He prayed.
So in my time of solitude
I also have time to pray.
It's when I feel the closest,
To Him in my night each day!
poem by Robert Edgar Burns
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Modern Dancing
Modern, modern, modern, modern dancing
Modern dancing, modern dancing
Modern dancing, modern
I see you acting modernly with the boys and girls
Exposure breeds discovery in the modern world
The 60's hairdos 90's eyes are just flashing lights
A touch of neon hinting class for the modern night
Modern dancing, modern dancing
Modern dancing, modern dancing
Dancing
Modern dancing, modern dancing
Modern dancing, modern
Mono vision tv face and determined eyes
The clothes are perfect the rips in place just the perfect size
Familiarity breeds contempt but it doesn't show
We've heard the music times before but it still makes you go
Modern dancing, modern dancing
Modern dancing, modern dancing
Modern dancing, dancing
....variations to fade....
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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Seek freedom
What does the sun of man want
What does mankind want
Under the sun
Is it to eat all the food
In the world and have fun
So that nobody gets nothing to feed
Or destroy the righteous and his seed
May be gather more riches
And be superior
So that others become
Poor and inferior
Or gather all the women
In the world by your side
Is this the ultimate pride
What fore does mankind want
Apart from being free and happy
You need freedom to live your destiny
So do i need freedom
Everybody needs freedom
The rich man needs freedom
So do the poor man also need freedom
The king needs freedom
So do his subjects needs freedom
The master needs freedom
So do the servant needs freedom
Freedom belongs to the old man
As well is the young man
the human society without freedom
Is an evildom
Freedom is love for one another
Freedom is the ultimate power
poem by Matt Ancient
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A Poet Until 21st Century
Alone, solitude
Fresh mornings, afternoons and nights
Solitude, alone
Social confusions, drama of hot desires
Alone, solitude
Among social truths
Among art of phoenix world
Solitude, alone
Among worldly plays of knowledge society
Alone, solitude
In the variety shows of storms, beautiful forests
and on the wonderful and magical mountains
Of the universal truths
poet Nyein Way
Black Magic
…a flowering of the human spirit
in which Evil torments and exploits
as much of Creation as it can reach.
…a development of Freedom To
in which Evil discards
the corner stone of Ethics
and expands
to as near Absolute Power
as it can reach.
…a flowering of Materialism,
in which Evil enclosures
its concentration camps,
its factory farms and farmers,
its vivisection laboratories and Ph.D.s.
…a convention of High Priests
and Thought Police,
Bishops and Ayatollahs;
who corral
the Living Spirit
and embed it
in dense shadowy Matter.
Until compressed by pain,
it evaporates away
to re-form eternally
somewhere else again.
poem by Brian Taylor
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Summer Holiday
When the sun shouts and people abound
One thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of
bronze
And the iron age; iron the unstable metal;
Steel made of iron, unstable as his mother; the tow-
ered-up cities
Will be stains of rust on mounds of plaster.
Roots will not pierce the heaps for a time, kind rains
will cure them,
Then nothing will remain of the iron age
And all these people but a thigh-bone or so, a poem
Stuck in the world's thought, splinters of glass
In the rubbish dumps, a concrete dam far off in the
mountain...
poem by Robinson Jeffers
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It Begins Right Now!
we live in the most intense time
that the modern world has seen...
governments and economies are
caving from within... the very
air we breathe is polluted, the
water we drink has been defiled.
sea life is being destroyed, and
the world food situation worsens
at an alarming rate... millions
live and die in poverty, millions
are homeless, without medical care...
masses of workers are unemployed,
children grow up on the streets
without hope, and end up in prison.
human rights are being violated,
or just plain taken. and people
are absolutely afraid of each other!
we have closed our eyes, and numbed
our souls for too long. now we stand
on the brink of disaster, and we're
forced to wake up!
so what can one person do? one person
can live in a way that stands for truth...
one person can demand freedom, and equality.
one person can reach out a helping hand...
and when one person daring to live becomes
millions, we can move the stone from the
mouth of the cave!
but it all begins with one person... and
it begins right now, or its too damned late!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Unity One
A single heartbeat reveals the whole state,
A single entity effects the whole system;
A voice can make millions move,
A single revolution can renew the whole world;
Freedom from corruption
Freedom from war
Freedom from discrimination
Freedom from all that is anti-human
If you love your freedom,
You will respect others' freedom too;
If you enjoy your rights,
You will want others to enjoy theirs;
If you want others to be right,
Get yourself right first;
Stand up for what's right,
And the whole world will join you.
poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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Pray
Turn the night into a glory day
Stand up for the rules and pray
Refrain:
We can make it a better place
When we pray for freedom
It doesnt matter what kind of race
When we pray for freedom
So lets live for the promised land
Living in harmony
So lets live with a helping hand
Dreams of a new generation
And we pray
1.
What has happened to paradise
In motion or paralysed
Isolation, immigration
Frustration all over the nation
Weve been waisting most of our time
just talking about things and thats no sign
Recognize - the advice
It is more than only an exercise
Remember of the world so far away
Where people stay and pray every day
They have their hopes they have their chance
They pray for peace and tolerance
Remember of past time paradise
A system without any compromise
Let me say, we can find a way
Stand up for the rules and pray
2.
What has happened to paradise
Is it turned into a world of sorrow and lies
So many people dont care about rules
Honest people seem to be the fools
Time to wise up, time to rise up
Open your eyes up,- to the top
Hold a dream against the wind
Close your eyes and let it in
Ive heard of a world so far away
Where people stay and pray every day
They have no god, no sovereign
They pray for their rules and so they win
Remember of pastime paradise
Weve been living in, no compromise
Let me say, we can find a way
Stand up for the rules and pray
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The true test of civilization is, not the census, nor the size of the cities, nor the crops, but the kind of man that the country turns out.
Ralph Waldo Emerson in Society and Solitude
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