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Esperanto Despair

Imagine my despair,
on emerging from four-year,
self-imposed exile
to find the language
I had mastered
was now obsolete!

poem by Fred Barton
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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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But Don't Despair

Despair, if you must –
But how's it going to pull you through?
Despair, when you trust
Naught since then there's naught to do.
Despair, should you thrust
Aside your pride, your self-esteem.
And so despair, if it's dust,
The only substance that you deem.
Despair, when a gust
Of slightly breeze can break your stance.
And do despair, when lust
Is your interpretation of romance.

But don't despair, if you can care
About the plight of any other being.
And you can focus on the help,
Support, and altruistic further actions
For the seeing. Be believing,
As despair will start receding
All around – simply since you found
A way to steer you clear
From this: the very cause of your despair!

So give to others; give them all a helping lift:
Despair, you'll find will disappear –
And that has got to be a well-deserved
And saintly gift!

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Imagine

Imagine information in the palm of your hand.
Imagine the knowledge of a library at your command.
Imagine all books written just a touch away.
Imagine all media at your finger tip each day.
Imagine a device that causes a mental revolution.
Imagine how it calculates with instant execution.

Imagine a discovery rivaling all human means.
Imagine its place in the mapping of genes.
Imagine where this miracle will take mankind.
Imagine unimaginables there still are to find.
Imagine love ruling the world some day.
Imagine how mankind could then find its lost way.

poem by Gregory Huyette
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Imagine the World

Imagine the world ……………………….
Imagine the world without wars…
Imagine the world without your laws
Imagine your life without fear
Imagine your eyes without a tear
Imagine all men were real men
Imagine…imagine…imagine…
Imagine life without hate
Imagine you knew your own fate
Imagine all children were happy
Imagine all nations were free
What would life be like?
Imagine no-one were blind
Imagine all the woes behind
Imagine…….imagine……..imagine….
Imagi ne earth were flat
Imagine man without a heart
Imagine the day without light
Imagine the dark without the night
Imagine……….imagine……imagine……
Imagine faces without a smile
Imagine birds without a nightingale
Imagine …imagine…imagine
What would life be like?

poem by Bouche Cousue
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From: A King Of Kings, A King Among The Kings

Come, let us rejoice in James Joyce, in the greatness of this poet,
king, and king of poets
For he is our poor dead king, he is the monarch and Caesar of English,
he is the veritable King of the King's English

The English of the life of the city,
and the English of music;

Let them rejoice because he rejoiced and was joyous;
For his joy was superior, it was supreme, for it was accomplished
After the suffering of much evil, the evil of the torment of pride,
By the overcoming of disgust and despair by means of the confrontation of them
By the enduring of nausea, the supporting of exile, the drawing from
the silence of exile, the pure arias of the
hidden music of all things, all beings.
For the joy of Joyce was earned by the sweat of the bow of his mind
by the tears of the agony of his heart;
hence it was gained, mastered, and conquered,
(hence it was not a gift and freely given,
a mercy often granted to masters,
as if they miraculous were natural -)
For he earned his joy and ours by the domination of evil by
confrontation and the exorcism of language
in all its powers of imitation and
imagination and radiance and delight....

poem by Delmore Schwartz
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Planned Obsolescence

[ music: dennis drew/lyric: natalie merchant ]
Science
Is truth for life
Watch religion fall obsolete
Science
Will be truth for life
Technology as nature
Science
Truth for life
In fortran tongue the
Answer
With wealth and prominence
Man so near perfection
Possession
Its an absence of interim
Secure no demurrer
Defense against divine
Defense against his true
Image
Human conflict number five
Discovery
Dissolved all illusion
Mystery
Destroyed with conclusion
And illusion never restored
Any modern man can see
That religion is
Obsolete
Piety
Obsolete
Ritual
Obsolete
Martyrdom
Obsolete
Prophetic vision
Obsolete
Mysticism
Obsolete
Commitment
Obsolete
Sacrament
Obsolete
Revelation
Obsolete

song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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Reconcile

He expects me
To reconcile
With him -
So that again
I can be docile
To him.

Little does
He know -
I’m better off
In this self-imposed
Exile - without him.

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Remember Earth

When I look into the sky,
I like to imagine the stars and planets
as human beings who were able to transform
themselves into these super spheres, circling in
an eternal meditative realm.
The earth is but a sad and failed entity
that had launched itself too eagerly, too fast
its consciousness has crashed into a million
trillion little consciousness, moving everywhere,
some squelling, some barking, some growling,
some ointing, roaring, and alas, the little egos
have even found it apt to turn on in each other,
devouring each other
These fragmented consciousness can be revived
for eternity, and now each has to find its own way
launch not your ego before you have mastered
your art - remember earth

another version

when I look into the sky
I like to imagine the stars and planets
as one time human beings who had transformed
themselves into these super spheres,
circling in an eternal meditative realm

the earth i stand on is but then a sad and
failed entity, an overambitious being that
had launched itself before it had even mastered
the full art of meditation, the art of transformation,
so that its consciousness ow has crashed and splintered
into a trillion zillion little consciousness running everywhere,
some squelling, some barking, some meowing, some chirping, some...

these fragmented consciousness can be revived for eternity
and now each has to find its own way
and now never launch your ego before you have mastered an art
be it to become an ant or planet
remember earth

now look into the space in your mind and meditate
like the planets circling round the stars

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Invincible wings

When you are totally hopeless, do not despair
Just close your eyes and calm yourself
Then imagine you have a pair of invincible wings
That will lift your hope up from the pit.

When you are totally tired, do not despair
Just close your eyes and calm yourself
Then imagine you have a pair of invincible wings
That will give you strength to continue your flying

When you are hurt, do not despair
Just close your eyes and calm yourself
Then imagine you have a pair of invincible wings
That will take you to the sanctuary of healing

With these invincible wings you can survive
Any storm that you will meet in your life
With these invincible wings you can fly
As high as you can imagine in the sky.

poem by Henry Chen
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The psychology of a language which, in one way or another, is imposed upon one because of factors beyond one's control, is very different from the psychology of a language which one accepts of one's free will.

quote by Edward Sapir
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Too Long In Exile

Too long in exile
Too long not singing my song
Too long in exile
Too long like a rolling stone
Too long in exile
Too long in exile
Baby those people just aint, just aint your friends
Too long in exile my friend
You can never go home again
Well that isolated feeling
Drives you so close up against the wall
Till you feel like you cant go on
Youve been in the same place for too long
Too long in exile
Baby you can never go back home
Too long in exile
Anyway you want
Oh that isolated feeling
Drives you up against, up against the wall
cos youve been on the mainland baby
Been on the mainland, cominon strong
Too long in exile
Too long people keep hanging on
Too long in exile
Too long like a rolling stone
And the wheeling and the dealing
All takes up too much time
Check your better self baby
Youd better satisfy, satisfy your mind
Too long in exile
Too long youve been grinding at the mill
Too long in exile
Man, Ive really just had my fill
Too long in exile
You can never go back home again
Too long in exile
Youre about to drive me just insane
Too long in exile, been too long in exile
Just like james joyce, baby
Too long in exile
Just like samuel beckett baby
Too long in exile
Just like oscar wilde
Too long in exile
Just like george best, baby
Too long in exile
Just like alex higgins, baby
Too long in exile

song performed by by Van Morrison
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Christmas Presents Treasure Hunt

Every year on the first of December
the annual Christmas presents treasure hunt begins.
During the January sales, my wife and I buy
our Christmas presents for the on coming year,
buy them and hide them
and each year we forget where we hid them too.
One year I had a bright idea,
I would draw up a little map,
then my wife decided on a spring clean
moving furniture from one room to another
which rendered my little map rather obsolete.
Hence, the treasure hunt began
and when we had found most of them,
another problem then arose
about who were the presents for.
We drew up a list of everyone
and attached a present to their name,
but nothing is straightforward in our house,
backward maybe.
The list was binned
and we had to start again.
In our search for Christmas presents
something more surprising is what came to light,
a five-year old box of mouldy chocolates
that we had bought for someone
but could not remember who.
Waste not, want not is the key words here,
now who don’t we like
these mouldy old chocolates we will give to them
for their treat this year.
As for all those missing presents that we couldn’t find,
it looks like shopping again
and maybe next year we’ll find the ones we lost
and sit down to figure out someone who we can give them to.

poem by David Harris
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God In Exile

Why is God in exile?
Why is He banished from thy midst?
None gives any answer.

God in exile has no regrets,
God in another world is safe,
Nothing shatters His self and pride.

'God is love', they said.
'He is the redeemer', X said.
And God felt humiliated and He fled.

God in His exile is free from dawn to dusk.
He needs no solace of introception there
He is sure to win the battle of nothingness.

God in exile won`t read these lines
Nor will he bless a poet unknown.
God in exile has gone back to His mystery.

poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Imagine me

Imagine the Rivers
without the Sea
Imagine the Stars
without Galaxy
imagine the Cars
without it's Wheels
Imagine God Mars
without his Steels
Imagine Achilles
without his Heel
Imagine Aviles
and what he Feel
Imagine the Curses
without the Seal
Imagine my Dream
If it's Impossible
Imagine Yourself
If you're Impossible
Imagine me now
So much Unstable..

poem by Ellirie Aviles
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Mass Communications

after learning
the english language
and having mastered
it so well

now you are on your
own
as a reporter

you have to learn
the language of the
masses again

you an alien
of the masses
must take back
that lost
appeal

i want to make this sound
like a poem
for you
but i know it won't

are you gonna
be poetic when doing
a reporting job?

about the mass killing
in ampatuan?

gee, i guess not
sorry.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Despair Of The Early Morning

DESPAIR OF THE EARLY MORNING

Despair of the early morning
Despair of the darkness
Despair of the Despair
Despair of Old Age
Despair of the road closed
Despair of nothing to do
Despair of nowhere to go
Despair of endless errands
Despair of money running out
Despair of the message of Despair
One transmits to those one loves.

Despair that has to be resisted
Despair that the light of the day
Will help me overcome
Despair I will pray my way out of
Despair I will in the course of the day
Sometime overcome.

Not the great Despair
The unending Despair
The final Despair.

The small Despair of who I am and where I am now.
The Despair that still can be resisted,
By the writing of a few awkward lines
Early in the morning.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Imagine (Love Poem)

Imagine the world ….
….if you had never said “Hello”

Imagine the space….
….where you were meant to be

Imagine waking up….
….in a forever empty bed

Imagine the absent closeness….
….and perfect pleasures lost

Imagine a time….
….before your tender touch

Imagine the future….
….if fragile friendships end

Imagine the energy….
….we must spend to stop this

Imagine the heat….
….that our love will generate

Imagine the reward….
….of this lifetime together.

poem by Ian Beckett
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Barren Sweetness

By the absurdity of life, I declare existence obsolete,
I outline the futility of strife, and triumph a lying feat,
Imposed by men, ignorant though they may be,
But you refuse to comprehend, the end is like sleep,
So to you I recommend, such that was to me, sweet.
Love was a soothing melody to my weary mind,
Friendship, a hidden treasure that was not always kind,
Authenticity, or in other words, honesty, was hard to find,
Yet nothing was so exquisite when truly divined,
Imagination, my savior, a memory impossibly defined,
And fantasy, a haven that I never really left behind.

poem by Jeremy Cahoon
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Despair Is Darkness

DESPAIR IS DARKNESS

Despair is darkness-
Despair is death inside and death in the world and death in one’s own sad soul-
Despair is no way out -
Despair is the place where one is forever stuck -
Despair is the realization that one has done what one could – and one is not going anywhere else-
Despair is the admission of failure-
Despair is no sign of help anywhere around-
Despair is so much lost-
Despair is one‘s life is over-
Despair is regret-
Despair is the sense that one will never have the time to have another chance -
Despair is ‘it’s finished’-
Despair is no way out-
Despair is going down and more down and more dark and more afraid all the time -
Despair is the scream which hurts and does not stop the hurting -
Despair is the understanding that even Death will not save one -
Despair is that the pain will never end-not even with death.
Despair is no way out again and again and again- without end.