Abject Poverty
Abject Poverty
For A.B.
Access them early, but slowly. Before sight or text.
Meaning-full hope:
The stems of dreams: the wanton spring-picked
Full-bloomed flowers...Rx, Rx.
Don't look to the past, or ahead,
Nor down or up for that matter.
Have some manners and dial in and to what's within...
Pay little mind if you get the wrong number,
Just dial again, and again.
Spill it, vent it, scream it, cry it,
Or pontificate on the dirty soap box 'cause you stand upon It;
For the cold washing waters has not yet cleansed
The hands, head and heart...your Spirit!
We begin to tell all, the voice of an already spoken: HOWL!
With tears and ashes more compact than an ocean of fears-
Once we were drowning, until now.
Oh God, we sing your praises when the Egos and the Politics
Take a momentary back seat (a salivating nap) , the higher mind's slave.
What lies beneath, LIES in hard minutes, and easy years of Denial
Anxiously explain...
How-vile.
True-self is good.
It serves us stronger when we are weaker later.
Yes, help the good friend, as the bad stranger becomes
Your only blue righteous companion;
For what is red flesh and Truth wills itself to be a friend-
Long term, long run, let's run the term of this white course
Together.
How could one hate something they have never thought to Love,
Or perhaps just never a term such as hate uttered the love of: 'MOVE ON! '
But equally-do we decide this?
No politics of the Soul-is Bliss.
c.2010 John Carroll Walls
poem by John Walls
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The Early Spring (Rondel Prime)
The early spring brings new flowers again
while twittering birds fly past in a flock,
at the sight of humans cry in amok,
hide in their nests in the seeping cold rain,
while on the road daily joggers do train,
timing themselves with the far off clock.
The early spring brings new flowers again
while twittering birds fly past in a flock,
some on the ground peck and cry out in pain,
others flutter above ships in the dock
while the big waves does them up and down rock
while the spray, rust and salt marks does decks stain.
The early spring brings new flowers again
while twittering birds fly past in a flock.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Between The Covers
I have plucked
Every primrose and daisy
Sprouting in myriad colours
On every wild vegetation,
Grown around my neighbour’s fence.
I have also plucked
All the flowers on my path
In their youthful fragrance,
Of spilled out pollen,
And in their sealed-dreams,
Clinging intimately to the
Tender stems of unknown creepers.
I don’t know
For whom they bloomed,
For the hot Sun?
For the cool Moon?
Or for the soothing South Wind?
Just see!
The flowers have never complained,
Either loud or in whispers,
Or perhaps
I have not cared to heed
Their effeminate indignation
Against my reckless passion,
Believe me.
I have also not spared
All the early flowers
Of Spring and Summer
Grown in the distant meadows
Only to press them for you
Between the covers.
When The İrises Bloomed At The End Of Summer
When the irises bloomed at the end of summer,
in radiant bright colours
and the evening star was out early
with the blue in the sky wavering
I was mourning the day I lost you
in a similar setting,
but then it was early spring
with all the blooming flowers inviting
me to look at them,
to smell their fresh aromas
and you were lost to me
as if somebody had picked you.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Dreams Always Come True
slowly, slowly, always
slowly seeds do grow
to become flowers and
caterpillars too
become butterflies
the flowers know all these
and so they keep on blooming
not losing hope for every winter
spring is always not far behind
i also know this and by heart
my love, i am telling you
our dreams will always come true
we only have to wait
we only have to keep the faith.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Full Of Life Questions
life is full of unexpected,
life is full of challenges,
life is full of bitterness,
life is full of strife,
life is full of contentious disputes,
life is full of revenge,
life is full of hatred,
life is full of mystery,
sometimes.....
life is full of sweetness,
life is full of joy,
life is full of happiness,
life is full of hope,
life is full of dreams,
you can have all this life when the soul is in body, and you will be able to feel everything because this is real life to creatures who call the''human''
Have you thought to life after death? ? ? ?
A Song Of Spring
The Spring comes slowly up this way,
Slowly, slowly,
Under a snood of hodden grey.
The black and white for her array,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Where is her green that was so gay?
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Unto a world too sick for May,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Where are the lads that used to play?
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
She has no heart for holiday,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
The trees are out in Heaven they say.
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up our way.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Hope: A worthless Virtue
Wherever you find Mankind, two plagues follow Him: War and poverty, both preventable but impossible to eradicate. The reason: greed. The sorrier of the two is poverty; war sometimes is a necessity, poverty never is.
Man is forever looking for more but always that pursuit is misdirected. He never includes his fellow human beings, only his narrow clique’s self-interests. The rest are left to fend for themselves. Often an impossible task to achieve, the result is poverty.
Once a victim of this state of being, what is left is hope- worthless hope.
The poorest are the ones who hope
They hope against (all) hope it seems.
They pray to god to help them cope
Yet fruitless as their faded dreams
They hope someday for better stead
A worthless virtue I suspect
Adding to misery instead
That propagates in that respect.
Look to the past to see their plight:
Dreaming of castles in the sky;
But that isn't all, not by a long sight:
The chance it will happen? In a pigs eye!
The “haves” are a self-centered breed
Who rarely help people in need.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Spring Did Come.
Spring did come,
On butterfly's wings.
On a flitting bird,
And the song it sings.
Spring did come,
When the flowers bloomed,
When it filled the air
With a sweet purfume.
Spring did come,
On the morning's breeze.
Spring did come,
On budding leaves.
Spring did come,
On blades of dew.
Spring did come,
In skies of blue.
Spring did come,
With a joyous ring.
Spring did come...
Welcome, Spring!
poem by Macy Dvirnak
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A Love Spring
So Spring warm weather upon with you watch
bloom flowers: Tulip, Orchid, Cherry ect..
That awake Springtime beautiful blue sky
With me, feeling of peace with Spring
Pollen of the flowers trees everywhere
To let you know the Spring coming
Green grass with flowers fill us with joy
Outdoor full of activities
Spring gently warm our souls
To the Spring 's love within you and me forever.
poem by Natasa Tocuc
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Whose Country Is This?
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of snakes;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of many waters;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of thieves! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of people;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of oil;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of earthquakes!
Whose country is this?
it is a land full of lovers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of volcanoes!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of beautiful flowers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of hansome men;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of beautiful women;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of roses;
Whose country is this?
it is a land ruled only by men;
Whose country is this?
It is a land without rainfall;
Whose country is this?
It is a land ruled by a woman;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of corruption!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pirates! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land ruled by law;
Whose country is this?
It is a land controlled by rebels!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of ice;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pregnant women;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of the sins of Sodom and Gomorrah!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of singers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of troubles;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of war! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land with the biggest cemetery in the wolrd!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of desert;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of trees;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pregnant teenagers!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of timber;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of hatred;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of love;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of care;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of peace;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of smokers!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of businesses;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of harlots;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of wise people;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of idiots!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of gold;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of cocoa;
Whose country is this?
It is a alnd full of crabs;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of evil;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of rainfalls;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of ants;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of horses;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pigs;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of statues;
Whose country is this?
it is a land full of birds;
And so on, and so forth!
Because nature had made them so as we see them around us,
But the wise and fool live together on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Happy Encounters
Love songs of earth
And fields made
Flowers of new morning birth
Sky tinctures that never fade
A heart of a beating secret
Full of love to you
Nothing in its ways to regret
From inside colors true
Love songs coming by
Every dream of oceans wide
The azures space and sky
In cloudlets drifting and glide
Every thought that comes to be
From hope we know
The world of songs playfully
Like dawn of dewdrops glow
Love songs in each new go
That gives life a new meaning
Every day's ordinary show
From roads of its enduring greening
Spinning slowly on and on
With flowers on the sideways
Past dreams that never are done
In their many shading's lays
Happy encounters
In every step and way
Happy encounters
In gladness you give away
Moments to remember always
Happy encounters
To share and to take
Happy encounters
To enjoy and to awake
With gladness for every day
Moments to remember always
*(Poem to my song, Happy Encounters)
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Humanity I have a vision
I can see a world full of hate
I can see a world full of hope
Humanity you are responsible for your fate
Please fix our world where everyone can cope
Can't you see what I see
A world full of ambition
A world full of glee
A world full of sensation
Can't you understand what I'm saying
Don't you see that I'm trying to gain your attention
Come back to your consciousness and stop playing
You do you win you leave you suffer detention
It's very early dear humanity
To do what should be done
So It's time to stop your insanity
So you'd better move before you're gone
Chocolate and Spring Flowers
Of course it isn't a secret
That chocolate is the way
To send so many messages
You can change somebody's day
Can you just possibly imagine how
It would be to have a full table
Of every form of chocolate there is
Sample them all if you are able
At the same time spring flowers
In vases, yards and city parks
Brilliant and fragrant as well
What a way for springtime to start
I hope that you too are enjoying
Chocolate if you love it like me
Spring time flowers wherever you go
Exactly where you want them to be!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Teach Your Children
You, who are on the road
Must have a code that you can live by
And so become yourself
Because the past is just a good bye.
Teach your children well,
Their father's hell did slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picked,
The one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why,
If they told you,
You will cry,
So just look at them & sigh
And know they love you.
And you, of tender years,
Can't know the fears
That your elders grew by,
And so please help them with your youth,
They seek the truth, before they can die.
Teach your parents well,
Their children's hell,
Will slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picked,
The one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why,
If they told you,
You will cry,
So just look at them & sigh
And know they love you.
song performed by by Hanson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Flowers, Bubbles & Dreams
Thanks.................
if life full of flowers?
but not thorns
as it pains...........
if life full of bubbles?
but not burst
then I lose my hopes!
If life full of dreams?
but not awake
then I have to face the reality.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I Will Wait For Sunset….
I will wait for sunset, yes sunset,
for it is then that
all creatures return home to their beloved,
and i too will return to the welcoming
arms of my love.......
Waiting for me under the gulmohar tree....
his hands full of the flowers
he had picked for me all day,
to decorate my tresses....
his heart full of love
to fill my senses......
and his soul full of joy
to fill my soul with happiness......
poem by Satarupa Rudrapal
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April Rain Song
the rain, it comes
down in so many ways
straight, slanted, hurried
or so slowly, lazily
it drizzles ever so slowly
- an old man trudging
through the lane -
throughout morn
until the pool is full
full, full, full with
my impatience to
visit nextdoor friend
for a round of noon football
rain April rain
it jumps in the garden
crystal upon crystal
to and fro
to and fro
down the big
yam leaves
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Blooming
Spring already
Flowers blooming
Birds humming
Sing their sweet
Sweet song
The air
Full of blossoms
Blooming flowers..
Blooming plants…
Blooming love
Spring is clean..
Spring is fresh…
Spring is that new beginning
We pray for in the end
poem by Alexsis Daniels
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Flowers
(orbison/dees)
When I was a boy I ran among the flowers
Looking left and right at the bright array
I played through the spring, whiled away the hours
Lingered with the flowers every day
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, along the way
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, along the way
When the summer ends and the storms of life are over
When the winter comes and the petals fall away
They may write it on my stone, he was just a roller
But he stopped to pick some flowers along the way
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, picked some flowers, along the way
song performed by by Roy Orbison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Our Tree
When spring comes round, our apple tree
Is very full of flowers,
And when a bird sits on a branch
The petals fall in showers.
When summer comes, our apple tree
Is very full of green,
And everywhere you look in it
There is a leafy screen.
When autumn comes, our apple tree
Is full of things to eat.
The apples hang from every branch
To tumble at our feet.
When winter comes, our apple tree
Is full of snow and ice
And rabbits come to visit it...
We think our tree is nice.
poem by Marchette Chute
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