Shadow of Prejudice
Don't you wish the shadow of prejudice would lift off the earth
And evaporate into infinity, out in unbounded space
Where it was hurled
Taking with it the power to influence all human kind.
The we would truthfully charge an abuse, each single Time
Then only the blind could see and feel
What is a disguise and what is real
It would take the touch, or the memory,
To spot the enemy
Gentle feelings we have tamed not to surface
Will conquer and rule to practice their purpose
Wars will be extinct, we will solve problems equally
Renewal over disaster
The whole will be satisfied, not just glory for
The master
You could be branded a savage, but only of your deeds
The shadow of prejudice successfully seals true needs
Every soul that enters won't be bias by opinions on
their part,
And when the soul is done with Life's debate
Justice will be fair when they depart
poem by Maurine Fergueson
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Race prejudice is not only a shadow over the colored it is a shadow over all of us, and the shadow is darkest over those who feel it least and allow its evil effects to go on.
quote by Pearl S. Buck
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Peccavi, Domine
O Power to whom this earthly clime
Is but an atom in the whole,
O Poet-heart of Space and Time,
O Maker and Immortal Soul,
Within whose glowing rings are bound,
Out of whose sleepless heart had birth
The cloudy blue, the starry round,
And this small miracle of earth:
Who liv'st in every living thing,
And all things are thy script and chart,
Who rid'st upon the eagle's wing,
And yearnest in the human heart;
O Riddle with a single clue,
Love, deathless, protean, secure,
The ever old, the ever new,
O Energy, serene and pure.
Thou, who art also part of me,
Whose glory I have sometime seen,
O Vision of the Ought-to-be,
O Memory of the Might-have-been,
I have had glimpses of thy way,
And moved with winds and walked with stars,
But, weary, I have fallen astray,
And, wounded, who shall count my scars?
O Master, all my strength is gone;
Unto the very earth I bow;
I have no light to lead me on;
With aching heart and burning brow,
I lie as one that travaileth
In sorrow more than he can bear;
I sit in darkness as of death,
And scatter dust upon my hair.
The God within my soul hath slept,
And I have shamed the nobler rule;
O Master, I have whined and crept;
O Spirit, I have played the fool.
Like him of old upon whose head
His follies hung in dark arrears,
I groan and travail in my bed,
And water it with bitter tears.
I stand upon thy mountain-heads,
And gaze until mine eyes are dim;
The golden morning glows and spreads;
The hoary vapours break and swim.
I see thy blossoming fields, divine,
Thy shining clouds, thy blessed trees--
And then that broken soul of mine--
How much less beautiful than these!
O Spirit, passionless, but kind,
Is there in all the world, I cry,
Another one so base and blind,
Another one so weak as I?
O Power, unchangeable, but just,
Impute this one good thing to me,
I sink my spirit to the dust
In utter dumb humility.
poem by Archibald Lampman
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How Do We Deal With Prejudice?
even those of us who've worked very hard
at not being prejudiced, have some type of
prejudice remaining. for example:
it could be prejudice by color, over religion,
over political views, concerning sexual orient-
ation.... prejudice against those who have money,
or those who dont! ...etc.
all prejudice is wrong by nature, most of it grounded
in the 'self'... in our own irrational fears, and our
stubborn streak of ignorance....
it's always taught, but doesnt have to be allowed!
it ofen hides under the banner of morality, or the
flags of patriotism...
we battle prejudice by being open minded, being
willing to listen, and learning to see ourselves
in other people...
if we say we have no prejudices, we have lost,
and prejudice has us bound.
if we admit our prejudices, name them, look at
them with naked eyes and resolve, then we're making
headway....
prejudice in the end is humanity failing to be human!
being human is a 24 hour a day,7 days a week job!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Life And Time
Our awareness will be adjusted with renewal as the goal
Just as each of us are different yet sameness found in the soul.
What we did and didn't do to be answered by our own
Goodness and justice revealed in what we have sown.
Compensation will be dispensed to those who were denied
A future life to be theirs and never to have cried.
All earthly life shortened by causes not of their due
But a belief in duty and justice knowing your view.
A life to be experienced with an increase of love felt on earth
My God is fair and compassionate and loves me as a child of worth.
Because my time on earth is like a moment in the sphere of time
Would it not renew my soul with a life; that is eternally mine?
04-03-06 Aho Speaks.
poem by AHO Speaks
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Inseparable (Shadow)
Where on earth
Will my shadow go
When on this earth
My time ceases to be?
Will it have
no place to go,
No other choice
but faithfully follow me?
Is there a place
Where shadows go
To spend
In eternity?
Or will my shadow
Shine finally,
And happily jump
In the box with me?
I truly hope
it comes along with me
When from this realm
I'm dispatched
It's never left my side, you see
I'm not sure it can live alone
I feel it's become a part of me
A part which I've become quite attached
So follow close behind…
close tight the lid my dark companion!
We've so many things yet to see…
Stardust, infinity, magic and mystery
My friend, my shadow…and me
poem by David Whalen
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A Dead Friend
I.
Gone, O gentle heart and true,
Friend of hopes foregone,
Hopes and hopeful days with you
Gone?
Days of old that shone
Saw what none shall see anew,
When we gazed thereon.
Soul as clear as sunlit dew,
Why so soon pass on,
Forth from all we loved and knew
Gone?
II.
Friend of many a season fled,
What may sorrow send
Toward thee now from lips that said
'Friend'?
Sighs and songs to blend
Praise with pain uncomforted
Though the praise ascend?
Darkness hides no dearer head:
Why should darkness end
Day so soon, O dear and dead
Friend?
III.
Dear in death, thou hast thy part
Yet in life, to cheer
Hearts that held thy gentle heart
Dear.
Time and chance may sear
Hope with grief, and death may part
Hand from hand's clasp here:
Memory, blind with tears that start,
Sees through every tear
All that made thee, as thou art,
Dear.
IV.
True and tender, single-souled,
What should memory do
Weeping o'er the trust we hold
True?
Known and loved of few,
But of these, though small their fold,
Loved how well were you!
Change, that makes of new things old,
Leaves one old thing new;
Love which promised truth, and told
True.
V.
Kind as heaven, while earth's control
Still had leave to bind
Thee, thy heart was toward man's whole
Kind.
Thee no shadows blind
Now: the change of hours that roll
Leaves thy sleep behind.
Love, that hears thy death-bell toll
Yet, may call to mind
Scarce a soul as thy sweet soul
Kind.
VI.
How should life, O friend, forget
Death, whose guest art thou?
Faith responds to love's regret,
How?
Still, for us that bow
Sorrowing, still, though life be set,
Shines thy bright mild brow.
Yea, though death and thou be met,
Love may find thee now
Still, albeit we know not yet
How.
VII.
Past as music fades, that shone
While its life might last;
As a song-bird's shadow flown
Past!
Death's reverberate blast
Now for music's lord has blown
Whom thy love held fast.
Dead thy king, and void his throne:
Yet for grief at last
Love makes music of his own
Past.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Broken wings of Angels
angels came form a distance time, a time within a
moment of eternity, where even the light rays and
a millions time of infinity could only smell the
shadow of its existence
expose my soul to the profane world and judge me in
my powerless strength to my weakness, an offshoot
of my being human in this changing world
mingle my day to a life time, where I know my
eyes is close who wouldn't only witness the existed and
exploited world who has now have eaten and come
to conquer the weaknesses of every flesh
exploit my hunger, my thirst of adolescent, my
untainted mind to the world of unworthy pleasure, my
young dream of the future, my ambition to my ideal
world to come, my promises of what I am of this
life I always cherish
this moment of pleading wouldn't only reach your heart
and calls your soul to shield my destiny to take with me
the yoke that leads me to a dream where I may stay
may the wings I shattered be resembled in the wind you
touch and take my broken wings to fly in your heart,
that blew my feather to the nesting rest of breath be in
the glory of my soul
poem by Antonio Liao
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Shadow Of The Sun
Once upon a time
I was on a mind to lay your burden down
And leave you where you stood
You believed I could
Youd seen it done before
I could read your thoughts
And tell you what you saw
And never say a word
But now that is gone
Over with and done
And never to return
I can tell you why
People die alone
I can tell you why
The shadow on the sun
Staring at the loss
Looking for the cause
And never really sure
Nothing but a hole
To live without a soul
And nothing to be learned
I can tell you why
People go insane
I can show you how
You could do the same
I can tell you why
The end will never come
I can tell you on
The shadow on the sun
Shapes of every size
Move behind my eyes
Doors inside my head
Bolted from within
Every drop of flame
Lights a candle in
Memory of the one
Who lived inside my skin
I can tell you why
People go insane
I can show you how
You could do the same
I can tell you why
The end will never come
I can tell you on
The shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Sun
Sun
song performed by by Audioslave
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A Shadow
you are not alone
for i am a shadow and i always follow you
wherever you may go,
you shake me off?
no you can't. I am your shadow.
you want to be left alone?
you shove me away, no you can't.
i am a part of you. i reflect you. I am your shadow.
you feel forsaken?
you dislike me? You plan your escape.
You stand at noontime. No you can't take me away.
I am diminished. When the sun comes as your ally,
I am equal to you, under you and still a part of you.
You cannot take me away. I am your shadow.
You shed tears. I have the shadow of tears.
You bleed blood. I have the shadow of blood bleeding.
You cannot take me away from you. I am a part of you. I am your shadow.
You regret life? You want to end all these? You hate me?
Plan your next step. Vanish me. Kill me.
Use your black magic. Take me away from you. No you can't.
I am always a part of you. I am your shadow.
I ask you to ask me if i like this way with us together.
I tell you. I want to shake you off from me. I am your shadow.
And i detest you. My body.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Do Not Need Racists
There are good and bad people in every race and creed
And racism is a thing the human race does not need
Prejudice and mistrust to war only lead
And red is the colour of the blood we all bleed.
We do not need racists since they cause offence
And nothing good can be said in their defence
Consumed by their hatreds their spirit is small
We salute those who stand for a fair go for all.
There is no such a thing as a superior race
And the fair go for all the fair minded embrace
On your feelings on prejudice leave none in doubt
Against racism don't be afraid to speak out.
In the Human World there's no one race to the fore
We are only mere mortals that and nothing more
To the scythe of the reaper we eventually must fall
So here's to egalatarianism and a fair go for all.
poem by Francis Duggan
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When Our Love Is True (Sonnet Corona)
I
When all things of our love are really true
like it was on every yesterday,
and nothing at all can make it decay,
when the special thing between me and you
do not pass us by as other things do
and on every sunny day by day
we do live, cry, laugh and sometimes play
and by tomorrow you feel this way too
and still love me then just as tenderly
then I am blessed have joys in excess
when you fill me, even when I lie prone,
your loving is more then I can express
and become part, in what I want to be
in a lower hue, a much simpler tone.
II
In a lower hue, a much simpler tone
where we bring smiles to each other’s faces,
this is how we make our love our own,
where we can walk to some different places
and always as allies walk hand in hand
turning defeat to the enemy’s retreat,
making this great earth our own piece of land
as true compatriots on the busy street.
Where at times some similar thoughts and speech
comes to hand without having to compare,
without having to split as each to each,
being one in everything that we share:
you are grounded in me like a new root,
my heart is like a growing, rising shoot.
III
My heart is like a growing, rising shoot
whose tiny boughs grow true and somewhat free,
my heart is like a spreading tiny taproot
that anchors you very deeply to me.
My heart is like a small burning cheroot
that always brings you some sweet tranquillity,
my heart is like a yellow ripened fruit
on your beloved type of small tree.
My heart is like some small fishes that scoot
away to safety in the deepest sea,
where none other big predator can loot
but only you in true serenity
and I really whither in your absence;
of me you are the living essence.
IV
Of me you are the living essence
of everything that is good in me
that I experience with your presence
the joy of life with a heart kind and free
and so very subtle, so very gently
your eyes wander into my humanity
as if suddenly and just presently
you do know each single activity
before I even consciously perceive
any kind of living words and deeds
and from you I always only receive
blessings for all my tiny wants and needs,
every single day you make my heart sing,
you complete me fully in everything.
V
You complete me fully in everything
while you walk and run in my shadow,
your love is my greatest single blessing
and yet you say that love you do not know.
When from all of my life you are gone,
something essential and great is missing
and when I am single, the only one
even every single thought and feeling
is halved separately and it feels
as if my whole presence, my body
from my head right up to my heels
do not belong to me or to anybody
without you my soul is really underfed,
as if the lamp shatters, no light is shed.
VI
As if the lamp shatters, no light is shed,
if the rain falls and the rainbow is gone,
when any music instrument is dead
and you say nothing and there is none
other light, rainbow, music or any words
the look in your eye, your soft sensual touch
still then remains as tiny records
of nearness of deeds of love, to vouch
for the feelings, for the real principles
that binds us so simply unseen together
and like true reverent following disciples
of an immaterial thing we do not bother
with separating, without you I have no peace,
I do not know if love can increase
VII
I do not know if love can increase,
boundless in its integrity to lie
in every small thing between you and I
and our happy feelings never to cease
even when with time our lives decrease
still to be under a blue radiant sky
to cherish what we have, before we die
even if our lives are not lived with ease
I would wish for you to be only with me,
to struggle along in life’s tournament
even if disaster comes out of the blue,
to live your life to your heart’s full content
and I would love you with intensity
when all things of our love are really true.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Too long in this place
I have been too long in this place
An exile to myself
living in the half-life of the memory of your smile
comfortable in this splendid squalor
but cast loose and cut off
drifting, rudderless,
I could never touch your savage grace
or tame your dancer's soul
Yours was not a heart given to forgiveness
or bound by temperant soul
but I am here
still in its shadow I linger
Too long in this place
in the lost light of the memory of your smile
Mankind's Greatest Failure
human failures...
war, poverty, hunger,
inequality, injustice,
enslavement, loss.....
and war leads to all of these.
greed, power, abuse,
apathy, fear, lies....
all cause war!
inability to communicate,
prejudice, righteous fervor...
allow wars to continue...
war!
mankind's greatest failure!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Common Sense (Truth)
wars are started by men
with agendas... usually profit,
or religious reasons, or both.
the men that start these wars
seldom fight these wars...
they manipulate the masses to
do their dirty work...
these are the elite people that
control our world. their weapons
for control include:
1. poverty
2. ignorance
3. prejudice
4. religion.
if you keep the people struggling
for food and shelter, they wont have
time to stand against you.
if you keep the people ignorant, they
will blindly follow without questioning.
if you divide the people by prejudice,
they will not unite to overthrow.
if you convince them that theirs is
the only true religion, and that God
is on their side, they will commit
unspeakable acts.
the time of wars is over... there can be
no future if we continue.
we must quit chasing riches, and find a
more equitable way to share what we have.
we must be responsible for each other...
we must lay down religious pretensions,
fears, and pride, and become the spiritual
people we are called to be.
we must be human!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Prejudice
How strangely blind is prejudice, the Negro's greatest foe!
It never fails to see the wrong but naught of good can know.
'Tis blind to all that's lofty, yea, to truth it is opposed,
Degrading things will ope his eyes, while good will keep them closed.
How cruel, too, is prejudice! how wicked is the tongue!
The evils reign supremely there, the bad is ever sung;
With some the Negro needs a soul, with others he's a brute,
In silence those remaining live and naught of this dispute.
The schools it legislates against, in keeping Negroes down,
Whatever tends to elevate it meets it with a frown.
It gives to them the Jim Crow car and vessels on the sea;
It makes the stockade to exist and take their liberty.
It makes the press to vacillate up the Negro's name,
The pulpit makes a compromise with evil, for the same,
It makes the Pharaohs of today and seals them with its ban,
It strives to close the door of hope upon the Negro man.
It causes mobs to formulate, to come and go at will,
At morning, evening, noon or night, a Negro man to kill,
It brings injustice to the courts when Negro men are tried,
It wrings the ballot from their hands—a thousand wrongs beside.
It is the country's greatest curse, the nation's open sore,
It slowly saps the precious life, is poison to the core,
Such ravages gave certain death to nations in the past,
The same will lay this country low, its fondest hopes will blast.
It minimizes all that's good and magnifies the ill,
The devil's mission upon earth, it clamors to fulfill;
'Twas prejudice that caused the death of Christ upon the tree,
He knows the pangs that Negroes feel and gives them sympathy.
When men refuse to see the light a darkness is assured,
Such blindness comes upon the scene as never can be cured!
Contagious is the dread disease, for Negroes learn to view
The white man with suspicious eyes, but here's a thing that's new.
The Negro Problem of the land, and all the same entails,
Will be no more whene'er we find a sentiment prevails,
To bury prejudice so deep it never can arise
Till all the races of the earth shall meet above the skies.
Twas God who made the Negro black, the reasons are His own
One blood the nations all the same, the facts are too well known,
He also made the Golden Rule, to use the neighbor well,
Shall prejudice among us dwell forever? who can tell?
poem by Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
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Deep in my heart
as the waves conquer, the ocean floor, and the water kisses
the river stream, the joy that lingers in my twinkling heart, makes
my whispering soul, to rejoice in your soul
you who lived with me amidst of a miserable world, wins my heart,
to go where it takes, live where it ends and conquer where i stand,
waves all the struggle that echo in a distance land, for my dream,
would never be the same
leave me not, for my life will lives only with you, believe what i see
not in every wilderness you find light, not even memories to
remember that life we live is but a dream to forget, just hold on
in my shadow for i will make you live
iam not a god nor you a little god, where every angels live, yet! the
wisdom of time, reveals the essence of life, that holding me is to live
with you, its a space between space that will make you survive to
where your life live
time as time past bye, every moment lift is our to share, it is a
parting good bye, that in darkness of the sky, the firefly illuminate
the infinite shadow of what meant to love you, leaving the pangs
of death
my heart believes the pristine breath that you give, a heart that
creates something that only you can give, a revealing you, where
everything comes into being, an incense of eternity begins
hold me close, and i will take you there, to the yell of hearts, to the
dream of reality, a joy that last forever, to the afterlife where we
begin and always trust my heart that beneath the wings, we will
pass the dawning rays of joy..... thank you and i love you
poem by Antonio Liao
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(V – 2010) The Winners of the Game
Pride & Prejudice
Makes one strong;
Sense & Sensibility
Seems going wrong.
Pride & Prejudice
Rushes with ego;
Sense & Sensibility
Receives the blow.
Pride and Prejudice
Wins the game;
Sense & Sensibility
Loses the same.
It’s not because
The times are unfair
Or that people nowadays
For goodness little care.
It’s just because
The Game is of
Darkening the light,
It’s just because
The Game is of
Losing one’s sight,
It’s just because
The Game is of
Deviating from the right.
So after all
Though Pride and Prejudice
Wins the game
And, Sense & Sensibility
Loses the same
Pride and Prejudice
Remains blind
And, Sense and Sensibility
Remains kind.
Eunuch
There is no bias,
No desire for a counterpart,
No jealousy to lose a partner,
There is no fear to miss the love.
The earth is bearing excess burden,
Future is becoming bleak.
We have no stake to add to the problems
To increase the miseries of the living beings.
We do not want to see our names
Our preferences in the creatures of morrow,
There is no need to prejudice the future
With attachment or detachment, hatred or love.
We pray for the new comers,
Rejoice at the time of unions,
Pray for the soul departed,
Whether being a part or not of our lives.
Neither the fort attracts us,
Nor the forest to live as recluses,
We do not ride any wave,
To recede to a point low, later.
The desire for “Moksha” is also a desire,
This even we do not aspire.
Being formed of simple elements, we know
We would go back to the Whole, after an end.
poem by Bishnupada Sethi
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Touch
There's a fire in the sky
The stars are burning
Like this passion tonight
Slowly stirring
You and I
A way we've never known
Now we're here alone
You're the one in my life and
Nothing matters
More to me on this night than
Learning how do I love you
Til the morning light
Baby you and I
Hold me close
Fill me breathe
Touch my heart
Set it free and love will lead us
Lay me down
Lift me up
Feel the power
Every time we touch
Don't we wait all our lives
For such a moment
Soul to soul, eye to eye
And all our colors run
Toward one
Til there's no dividing light
Between you and I
Hold me close
Fill me breathe
Touch my heart
Set it free and love will lead us
Lay me down Lift me up
Feel the power
Every time we touch
Hold onto water
Hold to the tide
Love is an ocean
Love washes over
For you and I
As we dream
On the sea of desire
Hold me close
Fill me breath
Touch my hear
Set me free and love will lead us
Lay me down
Lift me up
Feel the power
Every time we touch
I have waited all my life
For this moment
For this moment
song performed by by Amy Grant
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To a Lost Companion
What wrong in being nice and friendly,
And try to seek a thousand companion;
When I saw thee, I saw my companion ungainly,
Where I laid my story, my laugh, my tears and my compassion.
But thou strayed deep in the abyss of prejudice,
And think as if I’m an evil dressed in human;
Too much prejudice shallow thy mind to cradle in vice,
A restless soul thou will be in a flesh of human
poem by Instalasi Sastra
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