Ignorance And Rudeness
Was it a foul smell from my direction that in the wind to them did blow
For they passed me by without speaking when to them i said hello
They seemed cold and unfriendly though them i did not know
At the strangeness of some human behaviour my wonder only grow.
Or are they short of hearing since they did not look my way
Though such instances in our daily lives we meet with every day
Without even once speaking from their lives me they did exclude
Some people can be ignorant as well as very rude.
Many words that end with ism I come across on every street
And racism and ageism I often seem to meet
Why some people are so up themselves I often wonder why
Their silence seems offensive as they ignore your greeting hi.
On the next time that i meet these two i will pay them less respect
And from appearing silly i will be more circumspect
The disrespect that they show to me in like i can repay
For ignorance and rudeness are games more than one can play.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Tis Part Of Human Nature
I take them as i meet them of people i must say
And if some disrespect me in kind them i repay
Respect me and I'll respect you in that i do believe
'Tis part of human nature to return what you receive.
'Tis part of human nature for to like words of praise
A big boost to the ego and our spirits it does raise
Kinds words they make us happy when nice things one to us say
To feel flattered by the compliment that is our human way.
Some criticisms of us we see as quite unfair
And damage by lies done to one's character is quite hard to repair
Those who tell you that mud sticks are saying what is true
Never lie about another and give everyone their due.
'Tis part of human nature to stick by your own kind
Football fans in art galleries you are not likely to find
You show disrespect to someone that person will not respect you
And what you do to others unto you they will do.
poem by Francis Duggan
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People In Other People's Lives They Have Never Met
Are you that person,
To take what you hear...
To be fact and not fiction?
Have you ever disliked someone,
Because of what you've heard?
Did you ever disrespect anyone,
To one day regret paying attention to gossip?
Helping to spread the rumors...
That defamed and shamed lives that were done.
And you had been the main one...
Wishing to pass on fresh innuendos to come.
And one day...
You just happen to meet,
The nicest person someone else introduced to you...
As the two of you met,
Coincidentally on the street.
And there you were,
Feeling embarrassed with remorse...
You and others,
Were the reason this person was divorced!
Well...
You are not alone.
There are so many people in other people's lives,
They have never met.
Nor have ever seen before...
Until they actually meet!
On the street or socially...
With wishes they could find someone like that,
To come home to and be happy to love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We meet people all the time....
We meet people all the time
Rich people with nothing
Poor people with the world
Kind people
Not so kind people
Funny people
People who think they are funny
People who laugh at other peoples pain
People who change the course of our lives
People whom we change their direction
Inspirational people
Caring people
Intelligent people
History tells us of people who create World misery
And the ones who end it
People who charm the socks off us (while we are wearing our shoes!)
People who steal our affections
People who give us undeserved affections
All the time we meet people
Wouldn’t it be nice if this poem didn’t label them though?
poem by Wanelisa Albert
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Racism Is Around Me Everywhere
Of human ignorance I am almost in despair
For racism is around me everywhere
But like they say sheer ignorance is bliss
Just like Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss.
Some people carry their honour in a flag
And of their Nationality they brag
They feel superior and they differentiate
And against those who are different they discriminate.
So many people still judged by their race
For such there never ought to be a place
'A fair go' those untruthful words I do recall
There is no such a thing as a 'fair go for all'.
Though we live in a so called democracy
Of racism we never will be free
They judge you by where you come from and the colour of your skin
For many equality and respect seems impossible to win.
It's been awhile since the days of Martin Luther King
His name to it has a familiar ring
If against racism he did not choose to strive
Today the great man he would be alive.
So many holding the reins of power not spiritually aware
And racism is around me everywhere
And racism only leads to division and war
Just goes to show how ignorant some are.
poem by Francis Duggan
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It Would Be So Nice
It would be so nice
It would be so nice
It would be so nice
To meet, sometime
Everybody wakes, and in the morning
Hot tea and cant stop yawning
Pass the butter please.
Have you ever read the daily standard?
Reading all about the plane thats landed
Upside down?
And no one knows what I did today
There can be no other way
But I would just like to say
It would be so nice
It would be so nice
It would be so nice
To meet sometime
It would be so nice
It would be so nice
It would be so nice
To meet sometime
Everybody cares about the weather
And everybody should know better
What a waste of time
Everybody lives beneath the ceiling
Living out a dream that sends them reeling
To a distant place
But no one knows what I did today
There can be no other way
But I would just like to say
It would be so nice
It would be so nice
It would be so nice
To meet sometime
It would be so nice
It would be so nice
It would be so nice
To meet sometime
It would be so nice
It would be so nice
It would be so nice
To meet sometime
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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Its Not For Me To Say
Robert allen / al stillman
Its not for me to say you love me
Its not for me to say youll always care
Oh, but here for the moment I can hold you fast
And press your lips to mine
And dream that love will last
As far as I can see this is heaven
And speaking just for me
Its ours to share
Perhaps the glow of love will grow
With every passing day
Or we may never meet again
But then, its not for me to say
And speaking just for me
Its ours to share
Perhaps the glow of love will grow
With every passing day
Or we may never meet again
But then, its not for me to say
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Together Apart, One Night and Every
We wrap ourselves in neverspeak
our silence heightened by the night
to taste affections of the flesh
we meet again, we part,
them meet.
repeatedly till dawn reveals
the wrinkles of identity
then we resume our secret lives
we'll meet again, we'll part,
then meet.
Why Underestimate Us
Why undestimate short people
they are not dull but simple
short or tall we will all have a pimple
although we wont have dimple
in different socities you call us different names'
although we all we play the same games
we all receive all the blames
we dont burn in flames
although we are short we are so good
we even grow your food
then you will start to reject us so soon
even though we will meet in the afternoon
poem by Tanaka Chirombo
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New Feeling
Its not...yesterday...anymore
I go visiting, I talk loud
I try to make myself clear
In front...of a face...thats nearer
Than its ever been before
Not this close before
Nearer than before
Not this close before
It is...is a million...years ago
I hear music...and it sounds like bells
I feel like my head is high
I wish...i could meet...every one
Meet them all over again
Bring them up to my room
Meet them all over again
Everyones up in my room
And now...now Im busy...busy again
I feel like sitting down but
Im still thinking...thinking about my friends
In my garden...moments
But now Im speaking out
Speaking about my friends
Now Im speaking out
Thinking about my friends
song performed by by Talking Heads
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The Echoes of Silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
narrow streets of cobble stone,
'Neath tha halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp,
When my eyes stabbed by the flash of neon light
that split the night and touched
The Echoes of Silence.
And in the naked light I saw
ten thousand people maybe more
People talking without speaking,
people hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
and no one dares to disturb
The Echoes of Silence.
'Fools! ' said I, 'You do not know
silence like a cancer grows
'Hear my words that I might teach you
take my arm that I might reach you.'
But my words like silent raindrops fell
and echoed in the wells of silence,
And people bowed and prayed
to the neon gods they made
And the signs flash out its warning
in the words that it was forming
And the signs said, 'The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
and the tenement halls' and whispered...
The Echoes of Silence.
poem by InNer WhisPers
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Division
Some people have to work all day
just to make ends meet.
And some get to live a life we call
living on easy street.
Now these opposites will probably
never ever meet.
'Cause some live on big avenues,
the others on the street,
the street that has its houses
all lined up in a row,
hardly a space between them
where weeds in cracked cement grow.
They do not venture where
the flowers grow on avenues
to smell their glorious fragrances
or see their colorful views.
The separation between the two
is how the world proceeds,
some with all the comforts,
some with all the needs.
If this life we're living
had fairness in its heart
nowhere would you find on earth
such division tearing us apart.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Until We Meet Again
The flourish of love between us
began when we first met
an accident in passing lives
that kept us securely bound,
but now the time has come
as it did a long time before
when I will once again
have to leave these lovely shores.
Before I go, I’ll promise
that we will meet again
and you will be within my heart
every step along the way
until we meet again
and once more,
we will gaze into one another’s eyes.
Take care in all that you do
and with a favourable wind behind our sails,
the day will soon come
when we will meet again.
29 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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All For You
I had a walk the other day
To meet someone I think you know
The air was cold
Skies were so grey
Somebody lay on the ground below
All for you
All for you
All for you
Came face to face
Felt so uneasy
Oh so confused as whats going on
Just could not move
Feel so affaid
Whisper the words
The words were said
All for you
All for you
All for you
Into the street
People can meet
Dont turn your back to the view
The silver blade can cut up your throat
I tell you now
cause I know its true
All for you
All for you
All for you
I had to walk the other day
To meet someone
All for you
Lyrics : j kerr music : burchill/kerr (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Of Your Feelings On Human Rights
Of your feelings on human rights never leave others in doubt
Of wrongs against others one ought to speak out
To those who abuse others rights let your feelings be known
Them for their behaviour you ought to disown
Though with what I say here many may not agree
Those silent at human rights abuse seem in agreement to me
With the offender whoever the offending one may be
Silence in the demonization of others is saying yes to inhumanity
Speak out against racism for racism is wrong
In the Human World it does not belong
There is far too much racism in the big World out there
And a racist person one can meet anywhere,
Against abuse of human rights never fear to speak out
On your feelings on such never leave others in doubt.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Another Shadow At Dawn Standing By The Side Of The Sea
at dawn you are one shadow
against a dying light looking
for warmth because
the sea breeze is cold
because the sound of the
shore is one deadening
silence
you meet another shadow
and it is looking at you
and you do not talk
since the other too is
silent
both shadows decide
to depart and find
another direction where
they do not meet anymore
you thought that this world
is one lonely circle
you thought that this loneliness
runs in a circle
and so the two of you meet
again
and again you make the
kind of departure
silence to silence
death upon death
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Sound Of Silence
Hello darkness, my old friend,
Ive come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
Fools said i, you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisperd in the sounds of silence.
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Sound Of Silence
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Meet Me In Memphis
By: jimmy buffet, michael utley
1986
Hes holed up down on ramrod key in the tavenier hotel
Livin out his loneliness like an oyster in a shell
By days he pulls the trap line
By night he lives alone
Dont really feel like company its just him and his fridge and his phone
Chorus:
Meet me in memphis (meet me in memphis)
Thats where Ill be (thats where Ill be)
Im by the river (oooh oooh) please come back to me
Meet me in memphis (meet me in memphis)
My wild days are through
And nothin replaces (oooh oooh) me next to you
Hes been there since she ran away
She said she needs some space
Occasionally she still calls collect
From some God forsaken place
Then one day a letter came
Postmarked tennessee
And the envelope scent
And the postage spent
Well it lit up her old memory
Chorus:
Meet me in memphis (meet me in memphis)
Thats what she said (thats what she said)
Too much for a letter (oooh oooh) please come here instead
Meet me in memphis (meet me in memphis)
My wild days are through
Still nothing replaces (oooh oooh) me next to you
(horn instrumental)
(meet me in memphis)
I know she could break my heart again
But Im gonna play and Im gonna win
Where otis would play
Da da da dock of the bay
Meet me in memphis (meet me in memphis)
Thats where Ill be (thats where Ill be)
Im by the river (oooh oooh) youre by the sea
Oh please, meet me in memphis (meet me in memphis)
My wild days are through
Still nothing replaces (oooh oooh) me next to you
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Isn't That One Time Sufficient?
People do not express enough concern...
They 'say' they have for others.
Not directly.
Not to the ones they claim those feelings are aimed.
Nor in the way perceived,
By those believed to be on the receiving end.
They hear about it when it is discussed,
Through gossip.
As most 'important' issues affecting people's lives,
Are learned with embellished innuendos.
Through gossip!
It is part of the territory referred to as 'existence'.
To escape from it is to die!
Try it.
Even 'then' people victimize.
People love to complicate their daily lives,
With assumptions, reactions and apologies.
I am guilty myself for having high expectations.
Expecting others to detect my eye contact,
As an expression of my deep felt concern.
With a meaning extended that 'should' be comprehended.
You know...
If I said hello that automatically connects,
To something warm and fuzzy concealed...
Within the best of my hidden intentions.
To show that complicates emotions.
And 'emoting' is one of my least favorite things to do!
Or if I should nod in their direction,
When crossing the street without speaking...
I hope my need to have a full conversation,
Is the first thing that is noticed...
Especially,
By the way I acknowlege their presence in public.
My nods given are better than other nods I've witnessed.
Although a close body hug is what I would rather do!
But time and the setting does not permit it!
And I've already expressed my feelings about emoting.
I'm sure all of my motivations are correctly understood.
And my intentions need not to be verbalized all the time.
Isn't once enough?
Isn't that one time in meaningful exchange sufficient?
I mean,
If it's not just let me know!
I ain't got no problem with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Weighted Down With Complaints
Many say they can not afford the time,
Others find to have peace of mind.
As if getting and obtaining it,
Is scheduled like an appointment.
But a rat race they will face daily.
With excuses to make to procrastinate.
Weighted down with complaints made to prioritize,
Their hectic lives.
People do their best to ignore sound advice.
With a seeking to have things done their way.
Hoping that a stubbornness maintained,
Does not meet to confront opposition!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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