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A Winters Walk

This winters day defies the season
The sun kissed lanes resonate with atmosphere
Kent in the sun a delight to mind and eye.
Yet few invade the quiet wayside lanes
Isolation is a joy, a cleansing from people
From the noise and clamour of this world
Where value is found in man made things
Bricks and mortar, stokes and shares.
Here all is free, the sun, the scene, the air.
Such peace invades the tissues of the mind
Creating inner cleansing, true value, self worth.

poem by James Tipp
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Peace of Mind...

Peace of mind is found in my everyday activities.
Peace of mind is the mind I us to make my own decisions.
Peace of mind is the mind of a sober mind
Peace of mind is mine to have
Peace of mind is the mind of someone doing there best
Peace of mind is my mind that I wake up doing what is right for me
Peace of mind is you’re to have
Peace of mind is found in you
Have a peace of mind

poem by Ms. Anika Martinez
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Naked Vessel Artist

who will wash waste
naked vessel artist
when creation storm spent
is hurricane eye past

wash with cleansing water
wake this mind soul spent
to ritual flow in life rich water
gravity beckons water collect

pool cleansing water at mine feet
let whirlwind relax mind wax sight
view body damage done fresh bite
let sleep soon energy restore sight

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Cleanse My Mind

Clutter, clatter…way too much chatter.
I don’t even know what’s the matter;
But I do know that I’m in a mess.
The world passes by and I must confess
I’m on the street corner of life afraid to cross,
Fearing traffic of new ideas will be my loss.
My focus withers with noises of each day.
Old memories dominate as new thoughts give way.

My only hope is to totally cleanse my mind.
Rejuvenate my senses as if they are all redesigned.
Bid farewell to ideas and people not espousing change.
Work toward the positive person I now can arrange.
Rinse away old prejudice so coveted by the inept.
Live by new standards, knowing that here is kept
More precious treasure than can be found in any coffer…
It’s the happiness and peace of mind cleansing can offer.

poem by Gregory Huyette
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Walk On

Walking On
is not just a matter
of feet
measuring out
the streets
of this world;
or the clatter
of railway tracks
dwindling to a point
in the far-off, backward-looking,
which has now become the past.

Nor is it the Ocean Liner
slipping out of port,
pushing through waves
which break
and form again
in its wake
and become the past.

Nor is it Heathrow
packed
with little pockets of human misery;
its loudspeakers
calling this one,
telling that one where to go
whom to contact;
sending its iron birds buzzing through the Void.

Nor moving sand
filling the footprints
of the beachcomber.

It is not the Divorce Court
apportioning the family property,
its houses and wardrobes,
bank accounts and children;
everything divided, neatly, into two.

It is not the New Year's Resolution
the half-effort, half-prayer
of one who finds himself
at rock-bottom, needing a new solution,
(sensing the rocks giving way beneath him) .

It is the cleansing of the Heart
with the tears of letting go
what is now too heavy
to possess.

It is the cleansing of the Mind
with the light of understanding,
chasing out shadows
it is no longer necessary
to repress.

It is the cleansing of Conscience
seeing what is obvious,
giving it the courage
to confess.

It is the cleansing of the Spirit
which identifies itself
with absolutely nothing
(and nothing less!) .

poem by Brian Taylor
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Does not exist

Neither it does exit in book
Nor can be found in any best look
Yet that existed in real sense
It was not meant to be seen across fence

It was beautiful garden
Comprised of flowers and keen visitors even
Roses smiled across and spread fragrance
I was fascinated by them at once

It is by chance or an occasion
Unique and only one to be called relation
Standing alone in isolation worth to be noted
Yet that existed and she found me to be floated

I used to have nice feeling
Almost from inner depth and willing
As mark of true gesture for her stand
When I knew nothing but tried to understand

Poetry was not my subject
But I tried to be in lime line with facts
She was first to take me to out side world
A new scene with vast horizon and fold

She has seen turbulent period and has learnt a lot
Many battles are fought over and lost
Yet that bitterness remains a bit in mind
But strong wind has thrown it away for new place to find

Today she has found new path and a journey
To go on with blessing from almighty
I wish her all the best in new opening
Many things in life just assume shape and start happening

I shall remain away as she too will be occupied
Lot many things are to be settled and tried
Life is full of challenge and needs an attention
I shall wish her all the best once again with true mention

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Would Write A Quiet Poem

I WOULD WRITE A QUIET POEM

I would write a quiet poem.
There is so much noise in the world.
A poem to be read in silence
A poem to give comfort and rest
A poem of peace
Of mind and soul.

A quiet poem
Against all the furies and pains of this world
A poem of peace
Restful as the most bliss-filled sleep.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Ride My See-saw

Ride, ride my see-saw,
Take this place
On this trip
Just for me.
Ride, take a free ride,
Take my place
Have my seat
Its for free.
I worked like a slave for years,
Sweat so hard just to end my fears.
Not to end my life a poor man,
But by now, I know I should have run.
Run, run my last race,
Take my place
Have this number
Of mine.
Run, run like a fire,
Dont you run in
In the lanes
Run for time.
Left school with a first class pass,
Started work but as second class.
School taught one and one is two.
But right now, that answer just aint true.
Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah
My world is spinning around,
Everything is lost that I found.
People run, come ride with me,
Lets find another place thats free.
Ride, ride my see-saw,
Take this place
On this trip
Just for me.
Ride, take a free ride,
Take my place
Have my seat
Its for free.
Ride, my see-saw.
Ride, ride, ride, my see-saw.
Ride, my see-saw...

song performed by by Moody Blues
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Beyond The Realms Of Death

He had enough
He couldnt take anymore
Hed found a place
In his mind and slammed the door
No matter how they tried
They couldnt understand
They washed and dressed him
Fed him by hand
Yeah! Ive left the world behind
Im safe here in my mind
Free to speak with my own kind
This is my life, this is my life
Ill decide not you
Withdrawn hed sit there
Stare blank into space
No sign of life
Would flicker on his face
Until one day he smiled
It seemed as though with pride
The wind kissed him
Goodbye - and then he died
Yeah! Ive left the world behind
Im safe here in my mind
Free to speak with my own kind
This is my life, this is my life
Ill decide not you
Keep the world with all its sin
Its not fit for livin in
Yeah! I will start again
It can take forever, and ever, and ever
And ever, but Ill still win.
How many like him,
Are there still
But to us, all
Seem to have lost the will
They lie in thousands
Plagued and lost
Is nothing worth this bitter cost
Yeah! Ive left the world behind
Im safe here in my mind
Free to speak with my own kind
This is my life, this is my life
Ill decide not youkeep the world with all its sin
Its not fit for livin in
Beyond the realms of death.

song performed by by Judas Priest
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Searching For a Church?

After your long and weary search, have you found the perfect church?
A simple church ruled by men; the perfect church you can’t condemn.
Or do they all appear the same, just another building with His Name?
And once inside you’re not sure, if you feel the presence of The Lord.

There’s only one true Church of God, upon this earth that all men trod.
That is The Church of Jesus Christ, and bought by Jesus, with His life.
God’s Church has no denomination, for in Christ is only one Salvation.
His Church has no walls my friend; it has a beginning but has no end.

Christ’s Church began at Pentecost, not for the righteous, but the lost.
His Church is made of sinful men, whom by God were all condemned.
But redeemed with a special price, when His Son became a sacrifice.
Then dipped into a cleansing flood; sinners purified by Christ’s Blood.

Are you looking to men to find, God’s forgiveness and peace of mind?
My friend, are you truly not that sure, where you can go to be secure?
Christ’s first Church had no steeple, and was filled with humble people.
Humble people who gave their life, to reach the world for Jesus Christ.

If you’re still searching for a church, you should end your weary search.
The Church is men like you and me, saved by Christ’s work on Calvary.
Nothing’s been added to the cross, except sinners who once were lost,
Since, they’ve entered in The Door, and now belong to Christ The Lord.

(Copyright ©04/2006)

poem by Bob Gotti
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Decypher

I look into your mind
I rip apart your soul
I cut into your flesh
Decipher the code
Dangling from words
That pervert your mind
Cleansing your soul
From code you can't hide
Scraping bits of flesh
To analyze the truth
Decipher the code
And break right through
I see your crimes
And watched you take their souls
You'll always lose
Digging through those holes
Dangling from words
That pervert your mind
Cleansing your soul
From code you can't hide
Scraping bits of flesh
To analyze the truth
Decipher the code

song performed by by Velvet Acid Christ
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Solve Et Coagula

Fire, fire
I dissolve and solidify,
Destroy to recreate,
Disassemble to assemble something pure,
Our rubic sol-ve-et-co-ag-u-la
Kill to be born again, cycled a thousand times
Fire, planetary alchemy,
Fire, the time is here now
Fire, four corners to rise
Fire rise!
Fire, theres always loss within,
Fire, the cleansing its time
Fire, shooting arrows to the sky
Fire
I construct a new institution
Not out of bricks, iron, cement, concrete
Or steel
Our rubic sol-ve-et-co-ag-u-la
Distill to purify,
Weve done it a thousand times
Fire, planetary alchemy,
Fire, the time is here now
Fire, four corners to rise
Fire rise!
Fire, theres always loss within,
Fire, the cleansing its time
Fire, shooting arrows to the sky
Fire
Burn, bleed all the lives of life, ascend to
The sky
Burn, all the martyrs
Fire, planetary alchemy,
Fire, the time is here now
Fire, four corners to rise
Fire rise!
Fire, theres always loss within,
Fire, the cleansing its time
Fire, shooting arrows to the sky
Fire

song performed by by Mudvayne
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Sometimes

Ill always have myself ? ? ?
? ? ?
Sitting on the stair
Which way to find someone
Look around the city
Lookin for my picture
I lost my money and my wallet at the ? ? ?
Oh mr. can you find
Miss did you see me
Strange things ? ? ?
My place Ive gots to be
Sometimes
You know whats on my mind
Sometimes
You know whats on my mind
Wherever was I go
Its true Ive got to go my own
Need someone to warm my soul
I dont know what soul
I get a bowl of soup
I feeling warm
I feeling warm
Im asking to a ? ? ?
Dont tell me nothing
One thing I see
Peoples they mean
Looking for my brother
My brothers theyre all gone
Gone to drive
I drive to stay alive
Sometimes
You know whats on my mind
Sometimes
You know whats on my mind
Sometimes
You know whats on my mind
Sometimes sometimes sometimes
I found a friend
Before he drops me ? ? ?
I met this girl
She wouldnt love me
I made some noise
Oh it was ugly
See I played myself
I cant get lucky
What you thinking
Always thinking much to learn
Time to burn
Sometimes
You know whats on my mind
Sometimes
You know whats on my mind
Sometimes
You know whats on my mind
Sometimes sometimes sometimes
You oughta know whats on my mind
Sometimes
You know whats on my mind
Sometimes
You know whats on my mind
Sometimes
Sometimes

song performed by by G. Love & Special Sauce
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Yours!

Before you get a housemate,
To double up.
To pay the expenses made,
That double without inviting trouble.
Think about,
Your peace of mind.
Think about...
Losing quality time,
Most times found alone...
When one is accustomed to it like that.

Before you get a housemate,
To double up.
To pay the expenses made,
That double without inviting trouble.
Would the space to be shared,
Be worth the loss of fresh air...
For a few more cents to spend senselessly.
Just to keep a lifestyle pretended.
That may invite friction not intended.

Think about,
Your peace of mind.
Think about...
Losing quality time,
Most times found alone...
When one...
That would be 'you'
Is accustomed to it like that.
With a wish to be able to keep it like it is.
Without self inflicting unwanted agony?

Or...
One,
Still 'you'...
Can choose to unload what was.
And move on to keep a mind at rest,
Untested for many happy tomorrows to come.

Think about,
Your peace of mind.
Think about...
Losing quality time,
Most times found alone...
When one...
That would be 'you'
Is accustomed to it like that.
Keeping your peace kept intact exactly the way it is.
YOURS!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Endless Sounds

The endless sounds produce a racket,
The clattering, the clanking, the rattling;
These resonate together as a din of marvellous nature.
This noise has boundless variety,
Bouncing into the ears
Obeying the boundary.

Pursuit is the action understood
Of this weather too loud;
Pursuit is of peace, chasing peace
Is to learn the search for quiet.
Boundless searches are being made,
Endless movements emerge
That avoid the quarters, the lodgings
In which you persist.
Any loud-natured domicile is a post
Of extravagance, housing of brilliance.
The chase is on for another house of quiet.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Everything Ages

Everything ages
Even bricks and mortar-
I was here at the beginning of this neighborhood thirty years ago
When all was fresh and new-
Now there is rust and chipped paint
On buildings that sag in tiredness-

It is not only the people
But the things of the world
Which age and die-

Time will take all
And these stones too will not be here one day.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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In New England When Change Is Guaranteed

Seasons change,
As the rain and cool breezes...
Introduces the shift.
And so noticeable in New England,
Is the quickness done by this.

When a new season approaches,
A cleansing of rain from cloudy skies begins.
And distinctive are the seasons...
Showing characteristics different between them.
After each season has settled in.

There is no mistaking Winter for Spring.
Or Summer for Autumn.
Not in New England when change is guaranteed.
Especially when the leaves turn to brilliant colors,
In the Fall.

Seasons change,
As the rain and cool breezes...
Introduces the shift.
And so noticeable in New England,
Is the quickness done by this.

When a new season approaches,
A cleansing of rain from cloudy skies begins.
And distinctive are the seasons...
Showing characteristics different between them.
After each season has settled in.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Say It Isnt True

In the still of the night
Lying in the darkness
I listen to my heart
Say it isnt true
In the dark and the quiet
The movements of my love
And the breathing of our children
Say it isnt true
In the streets and the buildings
The people in their lives
And the jobs they do for a living
Say it isnt true
And when you think of all the people
In the cities of the world
Who could vanish in a moment
Say it isnt true
Say it isnt true
That there always has been and always will be war
Say it isnt true
And apart from all the fine things that men have struggled for
Say it isnt true
There always has been and always will be war
Say it isnt true
Im alive in a city
In a country of the world
And I want to go on living
I want to see my life unfold
You know its hard to go on looking
At the stories of our day
And the dangers were all facing
Growing worse in every way
And you would think with all of the genius
And the brilliance of these times
We might find a higher purpose
And a better use of mind
Say it isnt true
That there always has been and always will be war
Say it isnt true
And apart from all the fine things that man has struggled for
Say it isnt true
There always has been and always will be war
Say it isnt true
Say it...
Say it isnt...

song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Isolation

People say we got it made
Dont they know were so afraid?
Isolation
Were afraid to be alone
Everybody got to have a home
Isolation
Just a boy and a little girl
Trying to change the whole wide world
Isolation
The world is just a little town
Everybody trying to put us down
Isolation
I dont expect you to understand
After youve caused so much pain
But then again, youre not to blame
Youre just a human, a victim of the insane
Were afraid of everyone
Afraid of the sun
Isolation
The sun will never disappear
But the world may not have many years
Isolation

song performed by by Lennon John
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His Prayer

he prays a lot
that He must take him now
for he had nothing left
not even his mind
what he has is only his soul
but He did not take heed
He sticks to the plan
that he must suffer
purification
cleansing him so after
the putrefaction
he shall sit
beside
Him

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Teacher

Oh! my dear teacher, please, one day become my student,
before I shall teach you anything I shall go to the roads
where thousands of people meet both their ends and I shall
wander through lanes and by-lanes where destitute lives,
before teaching you how to write poetry I must believe in
one humanity, before teaching you any song let me burry
deep the ego and anger let me drink vanity in the glass of
amber, let me visit the street where people kill hate and love
is not only a word of four letters, I must take a few days off
to practice what I teach, I just need to hammer inside what
is called hypocrite,

poem by Abdul Wahab
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