My First ABC
An account of my life
can be transformed into an epic.
Belonging of mine
can be displayed at museum.
Creations of my thought
can create a new civilization.
Death of my destructible body
can define my life better.
I always gave sth and will always
and will always have sth to offer.
poem by Rajan Manandhar
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Epic Poem
This poem is epic
so I named it so
it's more epic than wind and snow
which are in there own respects quite epic
snow could be described as ghetto
and wind can take on epic forms
like a spinning tiger with legs made of iron bars
that would be pretty epic
infact I think that happened in outer mongolia
to a young girl how got hit by the iron bars
sadly she died
but the type of death was one we all wish for
over exposure to pure epicness
like viewing a snail with a lightsaber who flies over mountains made of cheese
that's bleedin' epic
imagine it if you can
can you?
I imagined it so according to the ontological arguement
it exists
im scared now
it may be coming to get me
and although I will suffer the best kind of death
it will be death still
and what is death without life
it is simply death
that was mock epic
those statements aren't as deep as you think they are
they are meerly the ramblings of a crazy man
you fell for it did you not
I know you did for I can see you
your PC moniter is actually a camera
If you're paranoid then you will be scared now
and for that reason I laugh
I can see your fear
I smell it
it is like raspberry ripple ice cream
your fear is wierd
I don't like you anymore
this poem is bleedin' epic!
poem by Torben Duncan
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Halloween Day
My life, just got grim
My life, on account of him
You had a chance
You could have made it again
Are you really gonna marry her on
Halloween day
Halloween day
Your wife is torn apart
Beware of her haunted heart
I thought you had a chance
I thought youd make it again
I never really thought youd marry her on
Halloween day
Halloween day
And somethings spooky in the pit of my heart
And somethings stirring in the trunk of my car
My name(? ) is itching on the roof of my houses(? )
Dont go out
Dont go out
Dont go out after
Go out after dark
After dark
After dark
After dark on
Halloween day
Halloween day
My life, just got grim
My life, on account of him
On account of him
On account of him
On account of him
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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To Define Your Life’s Purpose
life is for doing
life is for living
life is for giving
life is also for giving
ah but what will you give...
what will be your mark definitive
to define your life’s meaning...
to define your life’s purpose...
to define ultimate essence of your soul
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Life and Death, How Ironic
Life, it described my Mother
Life, she was the image
Life, she was healthy
Life, she loved every day
Life, you saw it in her eyes
Life, you heard it in her voice
Life, how ironic it could be
Death, the impossible
Death, too somber a thought for her
Death, she would live a long, long time before it would confront her
Death, sickness maybe, but there is always a cure
Death, not even a thought in the doctor’s mind
Death, it now replaced life
Life and death, my mother passed away with a look of peace on her face
She died knowing that she lived every moment to the fullest.
poem by Janice Karp
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The Beloved of a Poet
If you offer your body to a rich man, he will give you a shelter,
delicious food three times, clothes and pleasures in all your organs.
He may give you a heart which is as dead as a withered river.
If he loves very much, he may make you owner of a vast land.
Can a vast land be the price of your body?
Those who are slaves of body will not be able to recognize
the secret mine of mystery lying into the folds of your body.
Only the goldsmith knows the value of gold.
Who knows, o girl, what a jewel your beauty is but a poet?
Be the beloved of the poet, you will gain the life of nymph.
If you look at me for a moment, I will give you snatching the heart of flower and compose on your lips the new verses of kiss.
But if you give me your heart, don't get frightened, o sweetie,
an immortal epic of love will be composed for you all on a sudden.
poem by Sayeed Abubakar
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Vows and Promises
In life we are the promises we make
'til death due us part; '
we are the vows we take
in ceremonies grave
in public places
or private private thoughts
(I shall never be like dad)
(I shall never be like mom)
vows and promises define
the sign posts we use
to navigate life;
from these our commitments flow;
from these
we trace
our views
from early on
bequeathed to progeny
who vow
for or against what we
stood for
and the dance proceeds
generationally.
All civilization
begins with
'I promise you'
love and my devotion;
all hurt too springs
therefrom.
Promise me
and I promise you
together we
make the compact
human
which makes all life
possible
for ourselves
and the little ones.
Humans mate
with ceremony and ring
animals do not;
for promises
they cannot contemplate;
for them there are
no golden bands
or cherished words;
no altars
or gathered friends.
No loved ones who
witness.
No it is only you
and I who
stand before
the community
and promise
today;
tonight
and tomorrow.
Intonate now
with me these hushed tones
She:
'I promise you
I will love
you and only you
from now on
and take your heart
and press it to mine;
your needs
are my devotion
these shall rest with me
the remainder of my life.'
He:
'For you I set aside
my heart;
placing it in this silver box
to be opened each and every night
but only by you.
For you I set aside all other vows
and cleave to only those l promise
to you and only you.
My eyes shall see not another
but only your face;
my body shall cleave only to your body;
my mind shall
feel the ease in the two we
are to be.
This marriage
is the joining
of separate people
who vow to become one
and be
each one for the other
consummating not ours but
Love's Needs.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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There Is A Forest Existing Amongst The Trees
This life is mine and not yours to ride.
Get off my back.
Keep your eyes on your own path.
Make and establish your own tracks.
This life is mine and not yours to define.
There is no need to offer your definition,
As to the direction I should better take.
When I place each foot down,
I am aware of each step I make.
There is no blindside to catch me,
Straying off into the wilderness.
No hindsight is there to express,
About concerns of not doing my best.
My best has yet to be done.
And I do not seek in a premeditation,
To prove this to anyone.
I am at first my own worst critic.
This life is mine and not yours to ride.
Get off my back.
Keep your eyes on your own path.
Make and establish your own tracks.
You will be surprise to see,
There is a forest existing amongst the trees.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Picture Perfect
Picture perfect a life that you saw in a magazine
Or maybe a travelling book
Wanted to get on that plane and fly away
cause you are a rock star deep down inside
You walk with a swagger, got nothin' to hide
Cigarette in your mouth, a cuff on your jeans
Your sideburns are perfect, you're a perfect and lean
So you made an oil painting to inmortalize
All of the hope and vision in your eyes
In your leisure coat and cowboy hat
North American records and so much to bat for
Please bring me along
Please bring me along
Because I want to see everything you have to offer me
Get a job lifting cement
Oh it's so dry when it rains it gets wet
And the village was great, now it's a suburb
You left behind half of all that you had learnt
Relearn a couple things along the way
The thrift shop so clean all for half what you'd pay
So you try everything on, on for size
Drop top your Camaro and go for a ride
Please bring me along
Please bring me along
Because I want to see everything you have to offer me
And I don't mind to sit here and waste my time
Oh but this world is not mine to define
And I want to shine
Please bring me along
Please take me away
I don't want to stay
And I want to see everything you have to offer me
And I want to see everything you have to offer me
And I want to see everything you have to offer me
I want to see everything the world has to offer me
I want to see everything the world has to offer me
I want to show everything I have to offer it
I want to show everything I have to offer it now
song performed by by Nelly Furtado
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The Recommendation
These houres, and that which hovers o’re my End,
Into thy hands, and hart, lord, I commend.
Take Both to Thine Account, that I and mine
In that Hour, and in these, may be all thine.
That as I dedicate my devoutest Breath
To make a kind of Life for my lord’s Death,
So from his living, and life-giving Death,
My dying Life may draw a new, and never fleeting Breath.
poem by Richard Crashaw
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His Argument
when life has nothing more to offer to myself
what do you think should i offer to you?
when i have nothing
what is it that i can give you?
when i have nothing to gain
or lose
what is it that i must fear about death
when life itself has become my own sentence
my own death
my own end
why should i love it? why should i live it with you?
when you have nothing too
when we both have nothing to give and nothing to offer
shall we ever forget and forgive?
that is perhaps the reason of the explosion
explosive answers to explosive questions
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Beautiful Thing
A beautiful thing
Is the life that God gave to us
A beautiful thing is the men like us
Because God create the men
To get married and have an also to have children
Together with his wife that he decides to marry and live the rest of his life With
A beautiful thing
Is the music that singers gave to me so that I can have a better life
Why?
Because singers are people just like me
And their music heals me and othe people
A beautiful thing for the ones that are sick for a long time
Is death
Because when death arrives to the ones that are sick they don't suffer Anymore
But it is not worth to live life when the ones that are sick are sick
Because it is a constant worry about who will take care of the ones that are Sick
And also their are constant worries if the one that os sick have any kids
Because they have to think of who will take care of their kids when they Will die
And I don't doubt for a moment that they won't miss their loved one if it is their mother or their father
Why?
Because the one that is sickis their mother
And you raised them from birth to grown up
And what is next?
I can't say what is next because I don't live their lives
And I will worry about my life
And nobody else's life
Because all the dreams that I am having now belongs to my life
Why do I talk so much about life now?
Because I am thinking about life now
And I am enjoying every second in my life
Because every second in my life counts because the hour keeps passing
And I keep enjoying it
A beautiful thing is that I am one adult
And that I can do things that pleases me with limitations
A beautiful thing is that I am the captain of God's ship
But I am also the master of God's soul
And God is the master of my destiny
But where my destiny will end I don't know
Because only God knows where my destiny will end
A beautil thing is the rain
Because it comes down from the sky and water our garden that is Outside of our houses
A beautiful thing is the soap that removes the dirt from my body and Makes it clean
A beautiful thing is the clothes that keeps my body dressed all day
poem by Aldo Kraas
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My World
My mind's a mess,
Scrambled by the thought of you
A feeling towards that I can't define
The heart of mine, you
Because the soul's whole, you
It would be a crime
A life, any life without.
Doubts? Never
I do, but not forever
Is not enough
Existence beyond the next plane
I will, even if you stop
poem by Kelvin Owusu
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Someone Belonging to Someone
I know how I feel
Lonely in the black of night
There can be no love for me now
Nobody listens when the words ain't right
And you get into someone else
It's hard for me to know
Who's lovin' who
And where do I stand
What did I do it all for
There's no one I could love more
I did it for your heart alone
All that I try to be growin' inside to me
I can be strong if you're there
And there is someone belonging to someone
And I got no one belonging to me
I live in a world where the face of an angel
is all that a fool can see
You got the power to find me whenever I'm lost
Where are you ? Who are we?
I believe in time
Can eat away a heart of stone
And baby if I leave you too late
It's just a feather and the bird has flown
It's colder when the fire dies
With all the trouble I'm in if I lose you too
Then what is my life
If I don't wanna go through
Anything without you
Couldn't be life at all
I could be lyin' on
You are the only one
We didn't make it by chance
And there is someone
belonging to someone
And I got no one belonging to me
I'm caught in a world on
the edge of tomorrow
It's all that a fool can find
I don't belong in the arms
of a love that is lost
Nowhere to cry
There must be something we
can say my love
Something except goodbye
And there is someone belonging to someone
And I got no one belonging to me
Repeat above
song performed by by Bee Gees from Staying Alive (soundtrack)
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Yet Another Wound
I had died and gone to heaven,
And then fallen from grace.
Death had changed my life forever.
It sure has several shades,
But none of those we're wont to.
What is death but for its manifestations,
Wailing, contorted face muscles and eerie silences?
Death is but another cut on the bloodied body,
No more painful no more powerful.
Only you don’t live to take another.
Men have feared death since Adam died;
They paralyze at the thought of death.
Does death deserve life as its cost?
Can death wipe out life's best?
Is it not an event equalling birth?
Lightly, welcome the relief from evils it brings.
poem by Saju Abraham
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The Time Banker
There was an exact rendering in the books of her time granted her from all her relatives, from grandparents, to siblings, from her parents and even some deposits from friends.
He moved in his chair, rose, and glided toward the window to look out as he always did when he wanted to think.
The landscape outside was soothing, the morning was crisp and his mind focused in upon essenses.
This was a good thing to be doing in life he said to himself. Here he could offer her both a future granted to her from the past and he could be there, be present, as she came to understand in her majority, the time tables he would lay out for her.
It was the best part of his job and he always had that special tingle when telling an eighteen year old what the Time Bequeathal held for her.
He stirred himself and sat back down to look at her account one more time, just to be sure of the numbers. Added up she had 613,200 hours in her account, enough to last a life time, not counting the ones she would accumulate on her own in her own life time.
There were no warps and wormholes he could discern, which might threaten that. And that was good.
You like to see a nice clean account like this, he thought to himself.
He would suggest to her some insurance against the unpredictable, against, theft and banditry, against the unforeseeable.
He heard her gentle knock and rose.
To be continued.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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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? ? ? ?
Life For Rent
I haven't ever really found a place that I call home
I never stick around quite long enough to make it
I apologize that once again I'm not in love
But it's not as if I mind
that your heart ain't exactly breaking
It's just a thought, only a thought
But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine
I've always thought
that I would love to live by the sea
To travel the world alone
and live more simply
I have no idea what's happened to that dream
As there's really nothing left here to stop me
It's just a thought, only a thought
But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine
But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine
While my heart is a shield and I won't let it down
While I am so afraid to fail so I won't even try
Well how can I say I'm alive
But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine
But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine
Coz nothing I have is truly mine,
Coz nothing I have is truly mine,
Coz nothing I have is truly mine.
song performed by by Dido
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Creations
Michelangelo’s paint was nothing until focused and combined.
Beethoven composed masterpieces as his hearing declined.
Ford brought roads to life with miracle cars he designed.
Internet was a once a quixotic dream with no supporters to find.
But these creations are just a blink compared to precious birth.
Hearts and bodies entwine as another being enriches the earth.
Each entity nothing before, enjoys potentially magnanimous worth;
A chance to create or destroy in an ambiance of sorrow or mirth.
Time is short and pressures great as each attempts to survive.
Each that strains to create will find worlds open as it ties to strive.
More creations in arts, sciences plus politics and industry thrive.
Each of destruction and sorrow sees its life wasn’t really ever live.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Someone Belong To Someone
I know how I feel
Lonely in the black of night
There can be no love for me now
Nobody listens when the words aint right
And you get into someone else
Its hard for me to know
Whos lovin who
And where do I stand
What did I do it all for
Theres no one I could love more
I did it for your heart alone
All that I try to be growin inside to me
I can be strong if youre there
And there is someone belonging to someone
And I got no one belonging to me
I live in a world where the face of an angel
Is all that a fool can see
You got the power to find me whenever Im lost
Where are you ? who are we?
I believe in time
Can eat away a heart of stone
And baby if I leave you too late
Its just a feather and the bird has flown
Its colder when the fire dies
With all the trouble Im in if I lose you too
Then what is my life
If I dont wanna go through
Anything without you
Couldnt be life at all
I could be lyin on
You are the only one
We didnt make it by chance
And there is someone
Belonging to someone
And I got no one belonging to me
Im caught in a world on
The edge of tomorrow
Its all that a fool can find
I dont belong in the arms
Of a love that is lost
Nowhere to cry
There must be something we
Can say my love
Something except goodbye
And there is someone belonging to someone
And I got no one belonging to me
Repeat above
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Because Of Our Love's Devotion
Was this but a ruse, with smoke and mirrors?
Was it all at once fashioned to properly deal
With: your prayers, hopes, dreams and fears-
All at one time-to evince unequivocally how you feel
About so many different facets of your life, most beauteous?
How did I fare then, in this test-was I steadfast and most duteous
In my regard for you-whilst remaining to mine own self, true?
Only you know what transpired, and knew what I would do;
You alone were the Master of your own fate
And allowed that I too, may more clearly create
Mine own life, from the scape of our dreams!
Though, unto the rest of the world, it seems
An unmitigated disaster, of epic proportions-
You-and now I-know, it was because of our love's devotion!
-Maurice Harris,26 January 2012
poem by Maurice Harris
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