On Ginsberg's America,5th Part
Oh, God-sick America, bless your heart,
You sincere sweet ragged old mistress,
Of paradoxes, duplicity, soaring birth rates,
And the need to legally tranquilize,
The unsanctioned desires, always looming,
In your hoarding ticky-tacky multitudes.
America, it is true
That even your men
Grow old
Take sick
Sit stagnant dead.
You would speak to me
Of the blasphemy,
Of the encroaching threat,
Of Catholicism?
You would condescend,
To save my
Eternal Soul, telling me
Of faith, devotion, truth,
Affliction, sacrifice, love,
Eternity, tragedy, loss?
I don’t remember you,
Among the destitute,
The devout of Desperation,
Bent in long-suffering pews,
When I was immobilized,
Seized by the macabre,
As, with the modest body,
Still disquietingly unbroken,
In her grateful lips,
She broke,
With the memory of him,
When,
Pushing himself forward,
Tethered, to unforgiving steel,
His captor, his impoverished misfortune,
He finally supplicated, rutted,
Haunted by War,
Crippled by tuberculosis,
Victimized by his cure,
Caustic moonshine of memory,
Mutely, he invoked the body,
Sought of it his bread,
Stoically, he imbibed of the blood,
Made of it his wine,
And, thus satiated, receded,
Rising, into the apparition,
Of her tears.
America,
Do not preach to me.
poem by Whitney Jones Olson
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the answer of our call, the unity that we almost fall, the
clings of every nation souls to live freely as everybody
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step that make us well and the nation that takes you there
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God Bless America
While the storm clouds gather far across the sea,
Let us swear allegiance to a land thats free.
Let us all be grateful for a land so fair,
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Sick of Being Sick
I’m sick of being rejected;
I’m sick of being emotionally neglected;
I’m sick of crying so many tears;
I’m sick of running away from my fears;
I’m sick of my childhood nightmares;
I’m sick of being told to do those stupid dares;
I’m sick of not having friends;
I’m sick of all these dead ends;
I’m sick of myself for what I’ve become;
I’m sick of feeling oh so numb;
I’m sick of watching myself drown;
I’m sick of my heart falling to the ground;
I’m sick of this life;
I’m sick of this everyday strife;
I’m sick of not having a dad;
I’m sick of getting mad;
I’m sick of my childhood past;
I’m sick of being harassed;
I’m sick of the dread;
I’m sick of wanting to be dead;
I’m sick of being the one who’s always so strong;
I’m sick of being somebody that doesn’t belong! !
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Ordinary readers, forgive my paradoxes: one must make them when one reflects; and whatever you may say, I prefer being a man with paradoxes than a man with prejudices.
quote by Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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Don't Tear America Down!
Those who thinks America is finished;
Think again. Feeling dismayed that
You are not leaping ahead like before?
It is not only in America; worldwide, indeed.
America is not finished; it will be there,
Even in the dark hours of economic meltdown.
America will be there, for Americans are
Too proud, too strong willed to let
Their country go to pieces.
As their motto says:
'O Say Can You See! '
And, 'God Bless America,
Land That They Love! '
Americans truly loves America.
So, think not of a doom America
Think of a America of renewed hope,
Renewed love, and renewed faith,
For, if unbetold to you before,
God really loves America
poem by Winston Harding
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Sick I Am...
i am sick...please don`t be sad...
i am sick...please don`t tell anyone...
i am sick...please forgive me if i hurt you...
i am sick...going so faraway from here...
i am sick...saying this only for you...
i am sick...maybe will never come back...
i am sick...remember me and never forget me...
i am sick...pray for me and wish me all best what you can...
i am sick...all wounds i have inside my heart...
i am sick...please don`t be sad...
i am sick... and you will never see me..
poem by Hazem Al Jaber
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Sehnsucht
Whence are ye, vague desires,
Which carry men along,
However proud and strong;
Which, having ruled to-day,
To-morrow pass away?
Whence are ye, vague desires?
Whence are ye?
Which women, yielding to,
Find still so good and true;
So true, so good to-day,
To-morrow gone away.
Whence are ye, vague desires?
Whence are ye?
From seats of bliss above,
Where angels sing of love;
From subtle airs around,
Or from the vulgar ground,
Whence are ye, vague desires?
Whence are ye?
A message from the blest,
Or bodily unrest;
A call to heavenly good,
A fever in the blood
What are ye, vague desires?
What are ye?
Which men who know you best
Are proof against the least,
And rushing on to-day,
To-morrow cast away.
What are ye, vague desires?
What are ye?
Which women, ever new,
Still warned, surrender to;
Adored with you to-day,
Then cast with you away,
What are ye, vague desires?
What are ye?
Which unto boyhood’s heart
The force of man impart,
And pass, and leave it cold,
And prematurely old,
What are ye, vague desires?
What are ye?
Which, tremblingly confest,
Pour in the young girl’s breast
Joy, joy, the like is none,
And leave her then undone,
What are ye, vague desires?
What are ye?
Ah yet! though man be marred,
Ignoble made, and hard;
Though broken women lie
In anguish down to die;
Ah yet! ye vague desires,
Ah yet!
By Him who gave you birth,
And blended you with earth,
Was some good end designed
For man and womankind;
Ah yet! ye vague desires,
Ah yet!
The petals of to-day,
To-morrow fallen away,
Shall something leave instead,
To live when they are dead;
When you, ye vague desires,
Have vanished;
A something to survive,
Of you though it derive
Apparent earthly birth,
But of far other worth
Than you, ye vague desires,
Than you.
poem by Arthur Hugh Clough
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Congratulations Irving
YOU HAVE GIVEN AMERICA A CHANCE TO SING ALONG,
WITH FIFTEEN HUNDRED STRONG,
OH, WHAT BEAUTIFUL SONGS,
THANKS IRVING, AMERICA IS SO BLESSED THAT YOU CAME ALONG,
I CAN'T SAY ENOUGH ABOUT THIS GREAT MAN. YES, A LETTER TO IRVING BERLIN,
ONE OF AMERICA'S GREATEST GENIUSES,
YOU HAVE PROVEN THAT SONGS LIKE,
WHITE CHRISTMAS, GOD BLESS AMERICA AND SO MANY MORE,
THANK YOU IRVING BERLIN FOR MAKING AMERICA SO RICH IN SONGS. CONGRATULATIONS IRVING ON YOUR 100TH BIRTHDAY,
AND MAY YOU HAVE MANY, MANY MORE.
THANK YOU IRVING FOR ALL THE GREAT MOVIES,
SONGS YOU HAVEN WRITTEN.
CONGRATULATIONS AGAIN IRVING AND MAY GOD BLESS
YOU AND KEEP YOU IN GOOD HEALTH.
poem by Jr. Lem Poteete
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Soaring the Sky
Soaring the sky with an Angel of Beauty
The Dragon protects his Angel’s heart
Flying peacefully with her above the blue sea
That forever his glory is the Angel a part
Soaring the sky with an Angel of Clarity
The Angel opens the Dragon’s fierce eyes
From his hellish surmise to her angelic verity
His eyes become calm, a wise Dragon begins to arise
Soaring the sky freely as they always wish to be
As the Angel of Beauty and Clarity is one of the same
As protecting his Angel is his priority duty
As each other’s heart and soul they forever claim
Soaring the sky together above heaven’s flight
As they sail the clouds among the ocean of winds
Where the blaze of their love burns eternally bright
As they feel the heavenly love they share within
Soaring the sky he flies with her overflowing loving prosperity
Below the full bright moon with a zephyr breeze
Because spreading his wings with her is pure serenity
That forever protecting and loving his Angel he desires to be
poem by Christopher Cardoso
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I Believe In America
I Believe In America…., we’re a nation of hopes and dreams…..,
Sweet freedom will fill our needs…., I Believe In America.
I Believe In America…., I believe we must fight for peace….,
My faith in us will never cease…., I Believe In America.
With His strength from up above…,
We’ll prevail on our massive quest…,
Our nation breathes kindness and love…..,
We’ll lead our world to happiness.
I Believe In America…, we are united in democracy….,
Defeating evil and hypocrisy…., I Believe In America.
Our Lord is watching every move we make…..,
I know He’ll help us do our best….,
Guiding us with every step we take….,
Because our lives are truly blessed.
I Believe In America…., we’re a nation of hopes and dreams…..,
Sweet freedom will fill our needs…., I Believe In America.
Yes, I Believe In America.
poem by Trade Martin
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Sick Heartbreaker
I am sick
I am a sick and demented soul who finds pleasure
and a sense of importance
in breaking hearts
Nothing flatters me more than the dull thud of the male ego crushed
by mere words of mine
The happiest smile I smile
when a pair of longing, jealous eyes are watching me
Does this make me evil?
Does it make me evil to not let anyone put my heart under their microscope?
to strive for detachment from everything that might cause me sorrow in the future?
I don't believe so.
I am just sick.
No silly boy can get me out of this state
No weak-hearted, easily-swept-off-their-feet lad can cure me
I am sick, severely ill.
Only the strongest of hearts
the coolest of heads
the most cunning
the most sincere
the calmest
the most passionate
have any hopes of curing my diseased heart
I am sick.
I am vain and sick.
poem by Natalie Nicholls
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I have found my Valentine
Both of us by love chord bound,
End to end eternity surround(s) ,
In all births I have Him found,
Howsoever strange, it may sound.
Meeting of lips,
Love nectar sips,
All doubts clips,
In Oneness dips.
Since several births I am in His heart,
From birth to birth we never part,
In each birth new role we start,
But the truth is, we are One heart.
Waiting and yearning love waves generate,
Kisses and embraces its rhythm create,
Sense of duality in us eliminate,
Thus, we go on from date to date.
Dear, we are One, we shall ever be One,
None can ever break our union.
I have found my Valentine,
All His fragrance is now mine.
My Valentine has so big heart,
You also can be His sweet-heart.
Ambrosial feast my Valentine will host,
You are welcome to present Him a toast.
He will bless all those who come,
Patiala peg of bliss will be your rum.
poem by C.P. Sharma
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Desires II
The desires of your heart!
The desires of my heart!
To write,
To preach,
To teach,
The message;
And like the sweet aroma of life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Well, we're just now seeing the reductions in mortgage rates. The mortgage rates are based on the ten-year rate and the Fed controls the overnight or the shorter rates.
quote by Franklin Raines
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God Bless the Freaks
God bless the freaks
And the deranged,
The ones who are
Violent and strange,
God bless the retards
And the geeks.
God bless the butches
And the femmes,
God bless all those
We condemn,
God bless the brainless
And the meek.
God bless the lowlives
Riding bikes
And punks in leather
Wearing spikes,
God bless the water
And the piss.
God bless the beer
And the sun,
God bless the soldier
And his gun,
God bless the bombs
That kill the kids.
God bless you all
For being numb,
God bless the dead,
God bless Vietnam,
And thousands more
That will be killed.
God bless all those
Who don't think,
Who scratch their ass
And have a drink,
God bless their shit
That doesn't stink.
God bless the holy
And the wise,
God bless the moon
And the sunrise,
God bless the war,
God bless the lies,
God bless this world
About to sink.
God bless the poem,
God bless the muse,
God bless abusers
And abused,
God bless your cock,
Your ass and tits.
God bless your mom,
God bless your dad,
God bless the sane,
God bless the mad,
God bless the ones
Who cannot speak.
God bless all those
Who say: 'God bless',
While working more
And earning less,
While blessing their
Oppressive pricks.
God bless you all,
I say to you,
This world you see
Is nothing new -
Whether it's cursed,
Ignored or blessed -
It is our home
Nonetheless.
March 20,2006
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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