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Bee
Chased
Damselflies
Evac uating
Flowering shrubs in
Gardens near its hive
Honey is so hard to make
If the nectar has all gone
Just imagine how the world
Keen as it is on pollenization
Looks forward with some concern
Many having read of bee populations
Now affected by some dread disease
Oh to live in the days of yore when life
Played less with industry and held nature dear
Questions arise within my head each day as to how
Rough we may leave this world for our children and theirs too
So many worries affect us if we read all that is slipping from our grip
Take some part in one thing or another if the power of preservation is with you
Undertake just one good deed and keep the future of that enterprise ever true
Valediction may well come for me long before calamitous predictions can come or not
Will I continue to ponder upon all of this when I have been lowered down into my plot
X-ray vision I would then need to keep up to date on the climate news though the rain drips in
Yelling out in cold ghostly tones to any passing folk if I have that last one stupendous thought
Zealous as I will remain about the future of those I know even after passing from their ever loving sight
(c) Rhumour
October 4th 2009
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Truths
How many truths
are just figments of our mind?
When we say I love you,
is it a truth or just a line?
Only the future knows the answer
in its passing of time.
We live in a world
where it’s hard to tell
that what is said
is a truth or just a line.
Only the future holds the answer
in its passing of time.
28 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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Love With Peace And Justice
It's a troubled World we live in the World of today
But love with peace and justice only decades away
In fifty years or less from now there won't be mistrust and hate
The war lords and the men of war will have passed their use by date.
Those who love peace and justice are beginning to unite
And for the men who worship war their loss of power in sight
Soon war jets will not fly the sky under the cloak of night
And those who promote harmony will be the men of might.
The yearn for peace is spreading getting stronger by the day
And those who are divisive will not have a part to play
In the World of the future the racist and the cruel
Will not have any power at all only the just will rule.
The children who are born today will surely live to see
A World of peace and harmony and of war and hatred free
For the yearn for peace is spreading and with each passing day it grow
And war will be unheard of in forty years or so.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Future World
I know a place we all can go
Dont wanna live here anymore
I see a planet slowly die
And I get tired of wondering why
Come and join the right future world
Dont you wanna be free and alive
Come and join the right future world
To a world where we all can survive
Get on board and fly with me
To the future world (future world)
To let our children grow up there in peace
We can live in harmony
In another world (another world)
10.000 lightyears away
10.000 lightyears away
Get on board and fly with me
To the future world (future world)
We can build a better world up there
Love is not just make-believe
In another world (another world)
10.000 lightyears away
10.000 lightyears away
10.000 lightyears away
10.000 lightyears away
Dont waste the precious life away
The spaceships taking off today
Leave your belongings all behind
Everything you need is in your mind
Get on board and fly with me
To the future world (future world)
We can build a better world up there
Love is not just make-believe
In another world (another world)
10.000 lightyears away
10.000 lightyears away
10.000 lightyears away
10.000 lightyears away
10.000 lightyears away...
song performed by by Boney M.
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Oh Dear Children
Oh dear children of this world
Time is drawing near
When you will look around and see
Things are not as they appear.
The men in suits that wear red ties
Have no thoughts for you.
They plot and plan your future years
And what is it you can do?
You're busy with your childhood games
That will leave you much too fast.
But the powerful ones have plans for you
And so your die's been cast.
Oh dear children of the world
Let your days go slow.
For looming not so far from you
will come life's crushing blow.
And those that birthed you sadly cry
But are helpless as they pray
"Oh dear God protect them please.
Let them find a way
to escape a world gone mad.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Smile with laughter
Cheerful sound with big sound is called laugh
You energy is consumed almost half
Worries and tension disappear altogether
It has nothing to do with any whether
It is good medicine for incurable diseases
Person suffers from pain and continues to decease
Good laugh provides him easy means to live
All worries and tension remain to be relieved
Good laugh always pleases others
It doesn’t affect others or bother
It is considered as God’s gift
It helps to remove even old rift
Have you ever witnessed child’s smile?
You continue to enjoy for a while
Friendship may grow with smiling gesture
It may end up with bright future
You must try to live with laugh and learn
You may be miles away from concern
Laugh it out when you are in crisis
Stretch it out more and lay an emphasis
You are not to be driven out by any count
Let there be any difficulties or pressure mount
You may continue to live at ease
Smile may help worries to decrease
You may roar high in laughter
Your heart beats may run even faster
All vanes and brain may have fresh supply
Body need may meet the level with good reply
It is equally important for good health
Nothing can compensate even more wealth
So laugh even when it is not needed
Medical advice may always be heeded
Worry and tension burn body from within
Chances for recovery are then very thin
One must live by what he is supposed
Health must prevail and rest all is disposed
Good smile may pave the way for adjustment
Life may become easy with smiling comments
Any excuses offered without remorse may not have effect
Sorry with broad smile may have desirable affect
You can find good partner if good smile is offered
Smile may reliever you from burden even if you have suffered
You can win away foe with mild gesture
It may then decide good and durable future
Love to live with smile and not with tension
Never open up with caution and mention
It is momentary thing and may pass off
Be little lenient with views and very soft
You may live little longer than expected
You may enhance the position and remain respected
It is advisable to remain always in joyous mood
You may need nothing not even rich food
Love to live with smile and advent
Not to feel bad and offer any comment
Leave behind trail of long laughter
You may feel happy and even lighter
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Journey in Life
Remember when. At an age so young,
When life was in the future,
And all your worries seemed so intent,
And disappointments flowed from a parents tongue
When your future only began at an age,
When you were allowed to drive a car,
Or date that someone older than you,
And you felt enclosed in a parent’s cage.
Then as you grew and your body matured,
Your future rushed in, with a sense of reality,
Where to go and what to do,
To give your life meaning, with a future assured,
Still to young to fully understand,
A parent’s wish, that you might become,
More successful in life and the path you choose,
To be better than theirs, that’s all they demand
Yet, as you age, with choices made,
Forks in the road, don’t always lead,
To the end result, and the goals intended,
For some forks are not, as they were portrayed.
Then as you grow, and time has passed,
With a family of your own with children to share
The experiences in life and the paths you took,
To guide them forward, with knowledge amassed
Just never, forget, you were once there,
At an age in life, when all was good,
And through out the years, with the passing of time,
You now understand why your parents were not fair.
poem by B.J. Ayers
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Ice-Cold Preservation [REVISED]
PRESERVATION
Life is a marathon, not a short sprint,
spiritualists teach cold hearts are only
frozen in this universe without room for
high ideals & unconditional love chosen
when humanity dreamed noble ideals
Ice-cold life is preservation, has frozen
resolve to stay ethically true to dreams;
almost no amount of heat can melt
feelings frosted within us when we
were small
But joy is ice-covered only, underneath
is warmth & love, we're NOT made of
stone, by retaining an icy state we can
strive to live with integrity, try to be
true to our words
Though frozen we've the best intentions
which shall be realised at a future date -
in existence of a different sphere
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ICE-COLD PRESERVATION
I see life as a marathon, not a short sprint,
spirituals teach cold hearts are only frozen
in this universe without room for the high
ideals and unconditional love chosen when
humanity dreamed of noble ideals
Being ice-cold is preservation, life requires
an ice-cold resolve to remain true to ideals
and dreams; almost no amount of heat can
melt the feelings frosted within us
when we were small
But our joy is only frozen, underneath all is
warmth and love, we are NOT made of stone,
by remaining in the frozen state we can strive
to live with integrity, trying to be true
to our words
Though frozen, we have the best of intentions
which shall be realised at a future date - in
a different sphere of existence
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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To My Friends and Critics
Come all you friends and critics,
And listen to my song,
A word I will say to you,
It will not take me long,
The people talks about me,
They've nothing else to do
But to criticise their neighbors,
And they have me now in view.
Perhaps they talk for meanness,
And perhaps it is in jest,
If they leave out their freeness
It would suit me now the best,
To keep the good old maxim
I find it hard to do,
That is to do to others
As you wish them do to you.
Perhaps you've read the papers
Containing my interview;
I hope you kind good people
Will not believe it true.
Some Editors of the papers
They thought it would be wise
To write a column about me,
So they filled it up with lies.
The papers have ridiculed me
A year and a half or more.
Such slander as the interview
I never read before.
Some reporters and editors
Are versed in telling lies.
Others it seems are willing
To let industry rise.
The people of good judgment
Will read the papers through,
And not rely on its truth
Without a candid view.
My first attempt at literature
Is the "Sweet Singer" by name,
I wrote that book without a thought
Of the future, or of fame.
Dear Friends, I write for money,
With a kind heart and hand,
I wish to make no Enemies
Throughout my native land.
Kind friends, now I close my rhyme,
And lay my pen aside,
Between me and my critics
I leave you to decide.
poem by Julia A Moore
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My Imagine
This came about because of the growing hatred level in my College
Imagine a world without anger or hate
Imagine bigotry, intolerance and racism become obsolete
Imagine a world without Heaven or Hell
Imagine a world without borders or possession
Imagine a world without hungry or murder
Imagine a world that isn't imaginary
Imagine an imaginary world materializing
Can you live without hate?
Can you live with love?
Can you live in peace?
Can you Metal Head, stand with hand with Juggalo?
Would you even let this world come to form?
Or would you let it remain an idea?
Imagine a world where we don't die waiting for care
Imagine a world where we don't kill each other for land
Imagine a world where we don't care about language
Imagine a world where we don't kill the children anymore
Can you live this way?
Would you want to?
Can you?
Would you?
Would you really?
I may be a dreamer, but I feel like the only one
poem by Electric Tripp
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Run Away
Remember I'm the one who didn't have a lot to say
I was trying to find the courage, but I let you walk away
And I can't forget your face, y'know it haunts me all the time
And it seems to me you're living in a dream
Wish we could run away, we could be alone together
Far away, leave the world behind
Runaway, runaway, what I want to say is
You're a part of me, let me be a part of you
I want to tell you what I'm thinking, but the words get in the way
When I'm sitting here alone I find the things I meant to say
If I wrote them in a letter, would you read between the lines
Would you understand how much I really care
Wish we could run away, we could be alone together
Far away, leave the world behind
Runaway, runaway, what I want to say is
You're a part of me, let me be a part of you
[I] I love you
[Need] I need you
[You] Don't want to live without you
If I'm backward counting forward, would you help me realize
All the answers to the questions I've been asking with my eyes
I could hand you all the cliches, but you've heard them all before
And I want to say I love you in my own way
And could we run away, we could be alone together
Far away, leave the world behind
Runaway, runaway, what I want to say is
You're a part of me, let me be a part of you
Runaway, runaway, we could be alone together
Far away, leave the world behind
Runaway, I love you, I need you
What I want to say is, I want you
You're a, I love you, part of me, I need you
Let me be a part of you
song performed by by 10 Cc
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A World Without Birds
In years from now will the children of the future on warm evenings in the prime of Spring
On trees and bushes in groves, woods and parklands when flowers are blooming hear the wild birds sing
For a World without birds would be sad to live in and sad to learn that they are becoming rare
These are sad times for people who love Nature and who for Nature's creatures genuinely do care,
A World without birds to think of even painful something that one would not rather contemplate
For birds seem an integral part of Nature the poets and painters them do celebrate
They have been in the World for perhaps longer than humans they have evolved from the dinosaur age
Humans even use them for their entertainment they keep them in an aviary or a cage
But birds should never be held in captivity as Nature's creatures meant to live naturally
They are not meant to be captives of humans in Nature's World they should live wild and free
For bird lovers it must be disappointing to know their numbers are on the decline
So nice to hear them singing in the gardens when flowers are blooming in the Spring sunshine
The demise of birds the thought even unpleasant a sadder World without them it would be
They are so much an integral part of Nature at least that is how it does seem to me.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Fake Poets
It is nice o admit
But it doesn't fit,
The idea can be taken from concept,
Rest all can be yours and kept
Take for granted about nature
How can one say that concept is stolen?
Because he thought of nature and you picked it sudden
Then it can’t be said it is copied even
You might have left behind some clues
The poem night have not been given enough views
This can be added or reflected as of your own
Else everything else is prevalent and known
Let people venture in philosophical world
There they might develop little cold
As it will not be anybody’s field
As poet you have to struggle and ideas to be filled
To pick complete sentences and make formation
Present it as if it belonged to person as new composition
Then it won’t create much impact and cut much ice
As it lacks talent and have no strength with promises
How many writers find a bright day?
Next day breeze will be flown away
What will remain behind is anybody’s guess
Dull future with no little to show on pale face
It is good if you are talented
Pick from bottom and reversely presented
Yet it may not speak and carry with original plot
He may find it difficult to judge whether he succeeded or not
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lifes Not A Race
A day like today is for you
To let your mind unwind like you ought to
Feel the earth turn round when your heart rate slows
Contemplating the thing only your heart knows
That lifes not a race
So hard to believe
Part of me will fade
In the mystery
In a future world
Long ago
Part feels for your love
And lives to tell you so
The world whirls around your mind in a golden spiral
The natureal way that things organize
You cant stop entropy sowhy even try
Observe the conscious flow and dont mystify
Lifes not a race
So hard to believe
Part of me will fade
In the mystery
In a future world
Long ago
Part feels for your love
And lives to tell you so
Slippin into a trance
A chance encounter in the autumn
What do I see an opportunity
And then, I got em
Sought a chill-out mix to
Carve some space
To make you wanna listen
Its a a bubblin spring and
Double in kings of
This soundsystem
So hard to believe
Part of me will fade
In the mystery
In a future world
Long ago
Part feels for your love
And lives to tell you so
Do you see world without end
The rising sun my friend
Imagine cloud like
You will form again
In the spaceyboredom
In the autumnof late afternoon
You are calm
Just like a sleepy room
song performed by by 311
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Passing Through
I saw jesus on the cross on a hill called calvary
Do you hate mankind for what they done to you?
He said, talk of love not hate, things to do - its getting late.
Ive so little time and Im only passing through.
Passing through, passing through.
Sometimes happy, sometimes blue,
Glad that I ran into you.
Tell the people that you saw me passing through.
I saw adam leave the garden with an apple in his hand,
I said now youre out, what are you going to do?
Plant some crops and pray for rain, maybe raise a little cane.
Im an orphan now, and Im only passing through.
Passing through, passing through ...
I was with washington at valley ford, shivering in the snow.
I said, how come the men here suffer like they do?
Men will suffer, men will fight, even die for what is right
Even though they know theyre only passing through
Passing through, passing through ...
I was with franklin roosevelts side on the night before he died.
He said, one world must come out of world war two (ah, the fool)
Yankee, russian, white or tan, he said, a man is still a man.
Were all on one road, and were only passing through.
Passing through, passing through ...
(lets do it one more time)
Passing through, passing through ...
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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Do not DELETE this or ABORT
an original from Don Allan Dinio
Every time a child is conceived,
a new life just blooms. It's God's gift!
Every time a baby is born,
another cycle of life just began. Angelic!
The very first time the baby cries,
a miracle just happened. Majestic!
The mystery in this child's life just started.
That is just wonderful!
I know you say that it is your choice but
don't forget it's the baby's ~ right to live!
Please do not DELETE this off your mind.
You got to think hard to do or not to do it.
The pressure is on you. Your life.
It is your pride versus the baby's right.
You got to ponder how in the world can you
afford to raise this child? Will you
sacrifice your future and the rest of your
life for the terrible quick mistake you made?
What kind of life would this child have?
The child is there...let him live!
The child could be a genius, a scientist,
the next president or an astrounaut.
That is just wishful thinking!
But does that really matter?
Remember, this child is your flesh and blood.
It is part of you!
Who knows this child might even save your life and many more.
Please do not ABORT!
Fifteen years from now the child will be a teenager.
Later on will be a young adult and shape his own life.
This child will be part of your joys and happiness,
fears and tears, more worries and some and more.
What child would he be? - so you may ask.
You begin to worry and it can get scary.
Life's influences on this child are so varied and many.
The friends and acquaintances the child may befriend
have tremendous effect of what he will become.
His toys, his hobbies, and his peers,
you, and the family and life as a whole
will be part of this child's personality.
This child will be fine, don't worry!
Let this one live.
Please do not DELETE this off your mind.
Thirty years or so from now this child will be a fully grown person.
This child will have a personality of his own.
This child might or could have accomplished something
really great that you can be proud of.
This child might or could done something terrible too
and you would have said and say to yourself...
'If only I knew! '
But don't take it as your fault. He is what he will become!
No one knows the future.
You should be proud you gave this child...
a choice to live instead ~
You did not ABORT!
Twenty some years ago, there was this young lady
who got pregnant and was left on her own
by someone she thought loves her and
will marry her and will live happily ever after. Huh?
DELETE that!
She thought long and hard what to do
with her pregnancy...the baby!
She was worried to death of her future,
her pride, the baby's future...just like you.
It was a tough decision, a life and death choice
to make and the baby's right to live.
This lady made the right choice -
she gave birth to her baby...a lovely beautiful baby
and turned out to be a fine lady,
a good daughter ~ You!
Please return the favor, do not ABORT!
poem by Don Allan Dinio
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Questions Remain
Thousands of questions remain unanswered
Eyes try to see through world but solution never offered
It may go on till the life does exist on this beautiful earth
We may cease to exist still it may hunt on till the death
Life for woman in particular is of so much importance
They have been assigned with particular role hence
Whole world trains gun on this beautiful and delicate creature
Where as we all see in her a stable and bright future
What is she not doing for us in any role?
As mother she has enough of pain to tolerate and tell
As sister she has to keep lovely atmosphere with tradition
Unique chance to maintain bond and sacred relation
Did any one ever notice pain in her eyes?
Did any one even thought of it or tried?
Many might have sincerely tried to help and gone to rescue?
But generally she has been denied her role and dues
She may not open her mouth till the last
She has tolerance power to stand fast
I tried to know what exactly can be words
But failed to grasp as they have vision to look only forward
Now world at large has changed
Many of the unexplored areas are fully managed
Females are occupying important position and discharge function
Yet we fail to notice gradual change or level of reduction
We advocate limited role for ladies
As if they are custodian for somebody
Speak about them where it is unwanted
Only flaws are to be noticed and pointed
I may be one of those orthodox people
Even till date there still enough of trouble
Many unanswered questions till remain
They have no control over their own domain
Hopefully we may witness that bright day
When females may exert in every field with permanent say
As moon and starts are parts of sky and will stay
They may continue to move forward and have way
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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At past incidence
It pains me at the past incidence
When I had to part with under pretence
As hot headed boy, I preferred detachment
I had to leave home leaving behind all attachment
Mother would just appeqar before eyes and cry
It will puzzle me raising many questions as to why?
I had to resort to such an decision
I should have stayed back with undecision
Father had allt he reasons to be little tough
I considered him unreasonable and very rough
It was hurting my pride and self ego
I had decided to leave everybody lomg ago
It was harsh but came secondary to self pride
This resove I did not want to hide
I had made it clear on number of occasions
I felt it as clear violation and invasion
I had much desire to do sometihing for family
It was not possible to come that easily
Though it was painful decision
I had to persue it with precision
I left the home for long persuit
The onward journey was not to be smooth and to suit
There was no question of going back and admit failure
The life was to prove as herculean task for sure
I am in same city after long years
Many stories I read in news and hear
One great demise news disturbed me a lot
It was dad with whom I had dearly fought
It was quite long absense
I thought it was real nonsense
I stood near the body carriage
Dad lay there motionless with old age
All frowned at me but not the mother
It was not fault of the only father
Mother consoled me for his departure
She murmurd in ears “You are my future”
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Fear
Means you
are a slave
to thoughts,
of future dreads.
An apprehension,
a trepidation,
a feeling of dread,
a sword above your head.
No reason to fear,
do not tell your fortune,
the future is not here,
please do not to fear,
try not to be a seer.
But crimes are everyday,
tomorrow I could be
robbed, hijacked, raped,
of this I’m frightened.
It’s only thoughts,
that make you dread.
So leave the future,
you do not live there,
and you never will.
Life is now
So live right now,
and deal with
future moments,
as they come.
No need to agonize,
you’ll find you enjoy
a gift of peace
when you learn
to only live
in present time.
19-11-2008
poem by Bob Blackwell
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A firm hold
Holding firmly the tears
Even though agony I bear
Reaching out to you in anticipation
Even though aced with many questions
What have I to do with whole world?
Where relation is informal and very cold?
What is it to me if I gain whole treasure?
I miss the happiness and no pleasure
I have no will power to hold
I am crazy as I have been told
I go after certain desires of life
What is wrong if I propose you for wife?
Will you hold me tight?
Stand by me always and fight
Not on wrong sides but always on right
Clear goals in sight and not deviating slight
Stand like rock and take me to safety
Not showing weaknesses but always look mighty
Tender the advices when I am in crisis
Try for not hollowness but with clear emphasis
Say no to all what I have put forward
Consider only one and not fall backward
Life to live with full promises and devotion
Non stop journey with running in motion
No way out for any other adoption
To think of you is the only option
I may not rush in for quick solution
It has to be dealt with firm resolution
To sink or swim is clear way ahead
We have to sort it out and lead
The future is open and can be visibly read
It merely hinges on hopes like thread
You are the main factor for all possible courses
There is nothing left for future now to discuss
It has to be taken and thought over as joint venture
We should emerge victorious in shaping the future
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Our time is now
Days continue to pass, still no future in sight
took a left at the fork, i should have turned right
oh how i wish i could see, the beginning to the end of time
and defy the laws of our human mind
instead stuck i stay, forced to live day by day
but is it really such a curse? striving to make each day better than the worst, realizing were not promised tomorrow, this is a thought ment to borrow
what if the future i saw, was bitter and dead
a thought as this would confuse the head
maybe find a feeling of inevitability, and refuse every responsibility
then lie down and wait, to let this impending future become your fate
perhaps your future was the other way around
walking on the sky instead of the ground
would you try as hard to find your light, or dive from a plane that never took flight, because you were blinded by your future shinning so bright
living day by day is a curse? i believe the opposite, reverse
so before from reality you are torn, in seeking the future i must worn
the only rewards are sickle and thorn,
for our time is now, thats why we were born.
'Death is the future for us all, we walk a lifetime, untill we fall' E.A.F
poem by Ethan A. Francis
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