Poet of the People
Cries out good people, listen to my voice
I would hsve you understand, my feelngs
for this land, my deep emotions for
nature's wonders. my melancholy nostalgia
for times gone by
good people of this land, stop a moment
listen to my sighs, and cries,
reveal to you in metaphor, majestic language
those deep down stirrings of the heart
I conjure up for you
lay before your mind and ears
the tragedy of my tears and fears,
paint the passing of the years
alas the poet does not know it
few so very few will pass the time
or spend a dime
poem by Shimon Weinroth
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Loneliness
Loneliness cries deep from my soul,
Keeps trying to tell me about the world growing so cold.
Too many people trying to take from my earth,
But we cant live without controlling our birth.
Deep inside a voice cries out for you,
Its not alone cause, people, I been cryin too.
If we dont stop what we all see is wrong,
I guarantee you mankind wont live long.
Chorus
Theres a land, a glorius land,
Its right here on earth.
Understand what you can from the land,
Your life is its worth.
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh-oh.
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh-oh.
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh-oh.
To face the problems that everyones found,
We must replace what we took out of the ground.
Pray for your brother, let your soul find a way,
Help one another, oh, please listen to what I say.
Chorus
Loneliness ...
Oh ..., I cant get away from loneliness ...
Yeah, loneliness ... oooo ...
Loneliness ...
Yeah, loneli- ... loneli- ... lo- ... neliness ...
I just cant get away from loneli- ...loneliness ...
Yeah, ... yeah ...
Loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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I Dream of a New Land
my soul chained with fears
caged in a dark place
cries with sorrowful tears
down my pale, hollow face
the notes of my song die
before even being born
my broken wings cannot fly
deep in my heart, I can feel
this sharp, constant thorn
I dream of a new land
the land of the blue skies
-the land of the free-
across this desert,
across this dry sand
across this stormy sea
will I dare to act on my dreams?
will I dare to rise and break my chains?
will I dare to free all the inside screams?
will I dare to reveal all my pains?
my soul without any fears
flies free in a colorful place
cries with new happy tears
down my bright, beautiful face
a new song is born in an instant
I carry it on my new silver wings
there’s no time and no distance
I’m born in the eternal existence
my heart forever sings
I dream of a new land
the land of the blue skies
-the land of the free-
across this desert,
across this dry sand
across this stormy sea
poem by Alexandru Marius (3 February 2021)
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Still She Cries
Tears that she kept from me
Somewhere theres broken dreams
Where love once used to be
All in a memory
With time we are forgiven
In time we will forget
I hear her voice in the night
Cries of joy
We were good... good...good...
I still recall how wed touch, how wed fall
We were good... good... good...
Tears that she kept from me
Someone she used to be
Forever yours then suddenly
One kiss she cant remember
I wish I could forget
I hear her voice in the night, cries of joy
We were good... good... good...
I still recall how wed touch, how wed fall
We were good... good...good...
Still she cries
Somewhere... still she cries
No one knows when lovers will walk away
I hear her voice, in the night
Cries of joy...
We were good... good... good...
All in a memory
Where our love once used to be
Good... good...
song performed by by Journey
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Years of Tears
Years of tears for no ears to hear, lonely for years am I
Years of tears for no ears to hear in silence they dropp and die
Years of tears, hidden deep, I cannot weep, nor cry.
Years of tears, for many fears of dying alone, I sigh.
Years of tears which no one hears as many years go by.
Years of tears in the lonely sky, my tears grow wings and fly.
Years of tears, my smile shines, through its little lines, I lie.
Years of tears, my somber peers through my melancholy eye
Tears of tears, Years of Years, in my soul, I tie.
Years of tears for no ears to hear my tears weep goodbye….
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Little Cowboys Cry
(monte thomas)
Theres a little boy on his knees beside his bed
With a cowboy hat upon his bowed head
Tryin to keep the tears in his eyes
And his heart breaks as the little cowboy cries
As the cowboy cries
He says God forgive me please
I didnt want my daddy to leave
And I promise to be good this time
But his heart breaks as the little cowboy cries
Theres another heart in pain outside his door
His momma heard him cry as she walked the floor
Her love for his daddy has died
And her heart breaks as her little cowboy cries
As her cowboy cries
She says God forgive me please
I know I made him leave
But the pain will go away in time
But her heart breaks as her little cowboy cries
In a smoky little bar way downtown
His daddy is drinkin whiskey down
Tryin to kill the pain he feels inside
And his heart breaks as his little cowboy cries
And his cowboy cries
He says God forgive me please
I know I had to leave
Things havent been good for a long, long time
And his heart breaks as his little cowboy cries
As his cowboy cries
As his cowboy cries
As his cowboy cries
As his cowboy cries
As the cowboy cries
As the cowboy cries
As the cowboy cries
As the cowboy cries
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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The Voice of the Negro
All ye nations, pause a moment! listen to the Negro's voice,
Coming up from all vocations where his life has made a choice!
Listen to each rank or station, as you cross the sea of time,
It is heard in ev'ry nation, any race and ev'ry clime.
If you'll go among the tradesmen and their work of worth inspect,
If you'll tarry with the lowly and their lack of skill detect,
If you'll travel o'er the planet, filled with thought, with action stirred,
In them all you'll find, my brother, that the Negro's voice is heard.
Search the patents of invention, or the soldiers record find,
Peep into the author's study, or the poet keep in mind,
In the avenues of science or the broadest fields of art,
You. will hear the voice of Negroes as they bravely play their part.
As good lawyers and physicians, or as men who're called to preach.
As an orator and statesman who the hearts of people reach,
As you view the great professions that have made the world rejoice,
If you'll listen for a moment, you will hear the Negro's voice.
'Tis a voice that cries for justice, not for favors to be shown,
For an equal chance with others, for a manhood of its own,
Give that voice a proper hearing in the forum of the world,
Then all prejudice and envy from the race will soon be hurled.
poem by Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
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A Moment Of Silence
Bow your head and listen
its a lesson to learn
yet it your not getting
but you raise your hand to ask a question
but no one can answer
so you bow your head in silence
they all begin to laugh
not with you but at you
you sit alone because theres nothing you can do
you ask for peace
to be left alone
but tears fall when your on your own
burning memories
and riping pasts
hoping for moments that will last
so listen now and listen good
because my ears are open
atleast someones should
poor it all out to me open your heart
all of it builds up inside
so its tearing you a part
can we have a moment of silence
for the times you tried but in the end failed
a moment of silence for when the truths revailed
and someone actually wants to listen
a moment of silence for concentration
hear your heart beat
so when you look up you'd be standing by me
Can we have a moment of silence?
poem by Yahdaj Roseney
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Dont Listen/ listen
Don't listen when they tell you that you can't be somebody well known someday
Don't listen
to the stupid remarks people say
Don't listen
when people spread rumors.
Listen
when people give you advise
Listen
when they try to bring you spirit high
Listen
because they always try to help you.
Don't listen
to the people who try to get you high
Don't listen
to the people who lie
Don't listen
to the people who tell you that your ugly.
Listen
to the people who make you smile
Listen
to the people and get to know them for a while
Listen
to the people for you may learn something everyday.
poem by Leticia Starkey
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Away, Melancholy
Away, melancholy,
Away with it, let it go.
Are not the trees green,
The earth as green?
Does not the wind blow,
Fire leap and the rivers flow?
Away melancholy.
The ant is busy
He carrieth his meat,
All things hurry
To be eaten or eat.
Away, melancholy.
Man, too, hurries,
Eats, couples, buries,
He is an animal also
With a hey ho melancholy,
Away with it, let it go.
Man of all creatures
Is superlative
(Away melancholy)
He of all creatures alone
Raiseth a stone
(Away melancholy)
Into the stone, the god
Pours what he knows of good
Calling, good, God.
Away melancholy, let it go.
Speak not to me of tears,
Tyranny, pox, wars,
Saying, Can God
Stone of man's thoughts, be good?
Say rather it is enough
That the stuffed
Stone of man's good, growing,
By man's called God.
Away, melancholy, let it go.
Man aspires
To good,
To love
Sighs;
Beaten, corrupted, dying
In his own blood lying
Yet heaves up an eye above
Cries, Love, love.
It is his virtue needs explaining,
Not his failing.
Away, melancholy,
Away with it, let it go
poem by Stevie Smith
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Sonnet- O Listen To...
O listen to the songs, so sweet of Birds;
0 listen to the sea-waves hitting shore;
0 listen to the noise of trampling herds;
0 listen to the breeze that slams the door.
0 listen to the animals all wild;
0 listen to the Wind that howls and screams;
0 listen to the cries of orphaned child;
0 listen to the shrieks of ghosts in dreams.
0 listen to the beggar asking alms;
0 listen to the noises made by Science;
0 listen to the children clapping palms;
0 listen to God-given Conscience.
0 listen within you and hear God's call;
The Holy Spirit dwells in good souls- all.
poem by John Celes
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Heal Our Land
They say it is the land of promise..Mindanao
The land of beautiful people
The land of dreams, hope and faith
Now it 's gone..the promise..
Now it's war torn, of children crying
orphaned, untimely deaths..of bloodshed
What can i do to help?
what can we share to lessen the hurts?
Who can help us in this strife?
My heart bleeds for them..
I came from this place of promise
And now..it's gone..gone..
If only we bow down and humble ourselves
Humble ourselves and pray
God in His goodness and loving care
Will listen to our cries and will HEAL OUR LAND
And my prayers will be
Let there be peace in Mindanao
Let there be joy in our hearts
Let the children play
Let there be freedom, voice to be heard
Let there be peace from within.
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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A Fool's Requiem
O God, please stop the endless flow
Of cliches from this poet's pen -
In case you didn't already know
He's fallen deep in love again! !
From far and wide throughout the land
I hear his faithful readers yawn -
Perhaps his verses should be banned,
I doubt if anyone would mourn!
It's time he pulled himself together
And took control of his roving eyes,
In rain or sun, whatever the weather
We hear his lost self-pitying cries.
Roll on the time of his dementia!
Forgive me, friends, but I need a break
From hearing about true love's adventure,
The endless tears and the poor heart's ache!
This man's obsessed with the birds and bees
And it's never done him any good,
It really seems to be a disease,
Perhaps he's dying - I wish he would! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Some People Listen Some People Don't
You judge me before my words can come out
You can’t even look my way
And you leave me with no doubt
You won’t listen to a word I say
And I will never be heard by you
No matter what it is that I do
Some people listen some people don’t
Some people listen some people won’t
You shut me up before I can speak
You shut me up so you can keep me weak
Now I breaking all your rules
That you have made just for me
To keep me away from my history
From my strength and my dignity
Some people listen some people don’t
Some people listen some people won’t
You don’t know how many times I have prayed
That you would hear the words that I have to say
Now get out of the way
Because we no longer have to stay in this prison of the mind
Because we find you guilty of the ultimate crime
Now get out of the way
So that they can hear what I have to say
And begin to make their plans for escape today
Even though you made me a thug,
It is out of love that I put my message out
Find your voice in school and follow the Golden Rule
And shout it out, with out a doubt
That you will be heard, until you are heard
Right down to the very last word
Some people listen some people don’t
Some people listen some people won’t
poem by Brian Kilpatrick
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Oh kings so deaf (Please just DIE)
First, I do not expect this one to gain popularity among readers, this intended for the Arab world, only an Arab can understand the frustration caused by what is going on in Gaza..
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Gaza Gaza on this map you see
Another land that is not free
Crowded with people fighting death
Fighting to take another breath
Killed for not taking the bow
In front of a rifle deadly glow
From this day Gaza is red
Like the Blood that was shed
A new, real & burning holocaust
To kill the innocents at all cost
No aid from the desert kings
Busy kissing boots & things
That I can not mention here
Kings of filth, kings by fear
On the land on your western sides
Lies the coward who always hides
Closing his gates from helping you
Knowing his people hates him too
All around Gaza fall the silence
That can not hide that violence
In your land, far and around
The People never forgot the bound
People will keep rocking this ground
To help you there, to stop the sound
Of gun fire & the stuka’s cries
To stop the fire & the smoke that flies
Hear me now.. Kings of our demise
Enough with you, it is time to rise
Sacred you aren’t nor are you divine
You live by stealing the rights of mine
Open the gates of our frontiers
Blood cries for blood, tears for tears
Eye for an eye, hear our cry
Oh kings so deaf, please just DIE
poem by Haytem Fakroun
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From the Grave
When the first sere leaves of the year were falling,
I heard, with a heart that was strangely thrilled,
Out of the grave of a dead Past calling,
A voice I fancied forever stilled.
All through winter and spring and summer,
Silence hung over that grave like a pall,
But, borne on the breath of the last sad comer,
I listen again to the old-time call.
It is only a love of a by-gone season,
A senseless folly that mocked at me
A reckless passion that lacked all reason,
So I killed it, and hid it where none could see.
I smothered it first to stop its crying,
Then stabbed it through with a good sharp blade,
And cold and pallid I saw it lying,
And deep—ah' deep was the grave I made.
But now I know that there is no killing
A thing like Love, for it laughs at Death.
There is no hushing, there is no stilling
That which is part of your life and breath.
You may bury it deep, and leave behind you
The land, the people, that knew your slain;
It will push the sods from its grave, and find you
On wastes of water or desert plain.
You may hear but tongues of a foreign people,
You may list to sounds that are strange and new;
But, clear as a silver bell in a steeple,
That voice from the grave shall call to you.
You may rouse your pride, you may use your reason.
And seem for a space to slay Love so;
But, all in its own good time and season,
It will rise and follow wherever you go.
You shall sit sometimes, when the leaves are falling,
Alone with your heart, as I sit to-day,
And hear that voice from your dead Past calling
Out of the graves that you hid away.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Like A Cyberman
What must it be like to live life like a Cyberman:
Living a soulless existence, inside an old tin can?
You would spend each and every single day,
Walking, here and there, in a regimented way.
You would never ever feel either happy or sad,
Or know when life is going either good or bad.
You would just look on, when somebody cries.
You wouldn’t feel any grief, when someone dies.
In other’s eyes, you would see dread and fear,
And you would never ever hold someone near.
You would never hold somebody’s warm hand.
People’s feelings, you would never understand.
You wouldn’t have a brain, in order to think.
You’d just stare straight ahead: unable to blink.
Your voice would be monotone: you’d use no inflections,
And for people and animals, you would feel no affection.
You would kill people with such heartless, brutal force,
And, having mown them down, you’d feel no remorse.
Any human you met, you’d feel the need to upgrade,
And not a whiff of humanity would ever be displayed.
You wouldn’t be able to laugh or to cry,
Or experience life’s lows or all-time highs.
As humans, we experience a mixture of emotions,
Of which, Cybermen do not have a single notion.
Although some emotions can be hard to endure –
Your heart can feel as though it’s being skewered –
Emotions are something which make us human in form,
And both tears and laughter, to humans, are just the norm.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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The 'Backturners
Who are those people turning their backs,
When others walk pass them.
'The young people refer to them,
As the 'backturners'.
They are quick to do that to anyone they perceive,
Have ambitions to assist them...
With needs they may have in the community.'
That makes not a bit of sense.
They do it as if they wish to offend someone.
'They do.
It is done to ensure they are noticed.
And one is suppose to have their feelings hurt,
By their actions.
It's tradition.
And visitors around the world...
Come here just to see them turn their backs.'
I don't get it.
How is this act benefitting them?
'It doesn't.
But as a tourist event?
People come here to spend their money.
And not a dime does that go towards this community.
And...
The backturners complain about it.'
Yeah...
But,
Aren't they the ones who turn their backs?
'I live here.
I'm not trying to figure that out anymore.
And all of them I know personally.'
Maybe they will listen to you?
'I'm sorry.
My ears have closed shut.
Did you say something? '
I said...
Maybe they will listen to you?
'I'm sorry.
My ears have closed shut.
Did you say something? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Beautiful America
America my beloved country is falling apart
It's the air I breathe, in her lies my heart
People fighting in the streets, gangs killing everywhere
Are we to lose our freedom, for our children will it still be there
Are all our values gone, they want to take God out of our land
We can't let this happen, everyone needs to take a stand
Just a few can't do this, we all need to stand up for her
We must stand together we can' t allow for her destruction to occur
America's cries can be heard far and loud
Pray for God to heal our land, listen not to a booing crowd
Listen not to the evil, love your neighbor and lend a hand
Let not our country, sink away like in a quick sand
poem by Donna Nimmo
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John Cornstalk
Jack Cornstalk lives in the Southern Land—
What says Cornstalk John?
Jack Cornstalk says in a loud firm voice:
“Land of the South, lead on.”
CHORUS:
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Land of the South, lead on!
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Lead on, Land of the South!
John Bull lays claim to the Southern Land.
Jack, is the South Land thine?
John Cornstalk cries in a loud, firm voice:
“The Land of the South is mine!”
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Land of the South, lead on!
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Lead on, Land of the South!
“By the long, long years my father toiled
In the pioneering band;
By the hardships of those early days,
I claim the Southern Land!”
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Land of the South, lead on!
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Lead on, Land of the South!
But where shall the Land of the South lead to?
Where lead the nation’s van?
Jack Cornstalk cries from his strong young heart:
“To the Dynasty of Man.”
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Land of the South, lead on!
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Lead on, Land of the South!
poem by Henry Lawson
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Tell Me Why
Mothers crying in the street
Children dying at their feet, tell me why, ooh tell me why
People starving everywhere
Theres too much food but theres none to spare,
Tell me why, oh tell me why
Can you see that shaft of sunlight
Can you see it in my eyes
I can feel the fire thats burning
Anger and hope so deep
So deep within my heart but before my eyes
For some its too late
Cos it seems theres no-one listening
People sleeping in the streets
No roof above, no food to eat, tell me why, oh tell me why
See the questions in their eyes
Listen to their childrens cries,
Tell me why, please tell me why
If theres a god, is he watching
Can he give a ray of hope
So much pain and so much sorrow
Tell me what does he see
When he looks at you
When he looks at me
What would he say
Cos it seems theres no-one listening
Who would think it still could happen
Even in this time and place
Politicians, they may save themselves
Ah but they wont save their face
So hope against hope its not too late
You say theres nothing you can do
Is there one rule for them and one for you,
Tell me why, just tell my why
Listen can you see that shaft of sunlight
Can you see it in my eyes
I can feel the fire thats burning
Anger and hope so deep
So deep within my heart but before my eyes
For some its too late
And it seems theres no-one listening
Hurry for me, hurry for me
Hurry for me, hurry for me, they cry, they cry...
song performed by by Genesis
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