The Irony Of Our Lives
The irony of our lives
Is
When we have to deal
With the death of a friend
Or a family member
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Every child should have a caring adult in their lives. And that's not always a biological parent or family member. It may be a friend or neighbor. Often times it is a teacher.
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Sweet Friend
Friend- a name not to forget,
Friend- a bond which never disrupts,
Friend- a member of family,
Friend- an unbeatable target,
Friend- a rose which never dries.
poem by Suruchi Puri
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Strumming The Old Death Blues
Ginsberg
and the aims
of the beat
generation.
How we
contemplated
you?
Yes 'Father Death Blues'.
Sing the blues
and fly home
in familiar death
its a
family
affair
Child,
Genius,
Lover,
Guru Death
we considered
you too,
and its true,
death
is a teacher,
of the blues,
along with pain
poverty too.
Interesting
you
enclose
Dharma Hinduism Death
within Buddha Sangha
Elite Buddism Death.
Both
born
in India
yet Buddha
largely
rejected there,
for the allure
of the chaste system
and reincarnation.
Yet in three
a primary
commonality
Hinduism as in
Jainism and
Buddhism
the possibility
for human
beings
to be spiritually
superior
to the gods.
Yes Death an old
family member
at our fireside,
Death our friend
in travel,
wherever we reside.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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We As Soldiers
They was not born onto this world
to fight a war and lose their lives.
But they did fight a war, and did lose their lives
And it was done to protect you and I.
Now you may think of it as insignificant
Because it is not a family member or friend
But if they died defending your liberties
Then they are family and friends
And can not be with you till the end.
It was that soldier who was on land
Air, or the sea, defending your
rights so that you can be free.
Free to have the freedom of speech
And voice your opinion and beliefs.
And like all things, there is a price
That we must pay for that privilege.
It may be a lost arm, or leg, or an eye
But don’t worry they’ll get by.
They have the perseverance of their convictions
And will not let anything stand in their way
And if it means being in a foxhole, then
That is where they’ll stay.
poem by Louis Rams
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I Have A Friend
I have a friend who cannot walk
I have a friend all he does is talk
I have a friend, Philippe is his name
I have a friend and we are just the same
I have a friend he’s seventeen years old
I have a friend who has a heart of gold
I have a friend who would catch me if I fall
It is only that he has no legs at all
I have a friend and when my friend was seven
A car ran over him and he almost went to heaven
I have a friend with a smile that I adore
I have a friend who lives in a house of four
I have a friend his family is his home
I have a friend who dreams of visiting Rome
I have a friend who is still finishing school
Yet some people tell him that for that he is a fool
I have a friend they say he is disabled
He has no legs and for that he is labeled
I have a friend who has a friend
They were made for each other; their love will never end
I have a friend who likes to name the stars
I have a friend and what he hates is cars
I have a friend who’s happier than you and me
I have a friend who’s shown me how happy I can be
I have a friend who’s had his bad times too
I have a friend who’s better than me and you
I have a friend so dear to me and kind
That another one like him I shall never find!
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Wedded Bliss at Christmas Time
Irony of Ironies there is wedded bliss
The time of giving and receiving
The time to see the down-troddened, the disenfranchised
Opening presents with gleefulness
Bringing change to family systems
Whoa what a christmas
Enveloping riches, embracing harmony
Loving, hating, giving, receiving
Oh Irony of Irony
Lets celebrate the day withe gladness and joy
Gratitude and mercy
Finding unity in our family of choice
poem by Kimberly Anderson
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Death, My Friend
Death, my friend - so good to see you!
Stand aloft and view my soul!
I have to say you’re looking frightful -
Bony chum, you affable ghoul.
Death, my friend, so charmed I’m sure!
State your case and tell me straight -
Am I worthy of reward, so
Venture I to Heaven’s Gate?
Death, my friend, a new acquaintance!
You're always welcome in my home -
Though the stare from empty sockets
Indicates to Hell we roam!
Death, my friend - my bosom buddy.
My! your finger points at me!
Be you tired of my frivolity?
Aha, I see - Oblivion, we!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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In the name of art
‘In the name of Art’
Her legs are close together
Only two feet apart
On the bed she lay naked
The painter called it art
The photographer took a picture
Had to capture the image
Her father saw it in the papers
It made the whole family grimace
The world has seen her body
As when she was born
Everything on show
Her family forlorn
Every time the family see the picture
They rip it up and remember
She was their little baby
A loving family member
Their lives they say are ruined
The family torn apart
All because she’s a model
Working naked in the name of art
Michael Micmac Mccrory
poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
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Family Possession
In your own world,
the world who don't know,
what its mean,
what its theme,
The way you think,
the way you look,
at a family member,
no one know,
what its thinking about.
Your mind should think positive,
pray to God it won't oppose.
No one in your family,
no one as your friends,
not even yourself,
knows that you in love with someone,
in your family tree,
more than just a family.
The way you're obsessed,
the way you empress,
on a family member,
that you're deeply in love with,
will lead you to emotional choas,
and confusion on that person,
and other family members,
who starts to realize.
Your wife will leave you,
in suffering passion,
leaving you as she,
sees you in a shameful matter.
Shame on you,
for exporting your love to someone else,
shame on you,
for not giving your attention to your wife,
shame on you,
for using incest movement.
The more you're obsessive,
the more worst it gets,
the more passion will suffer,
as your wife,
leaves you.
poem by Mathew Cruz
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Dear Candice,
If you can't sleep:
*
Make your bedroom more comfortable, keep it cool and quiet.
*
Get up and do something else. Then, go back to bed.
*
Drink warm milk or hot water before you go to bed.
*
Take a warm bath, read a little or listen to some quiet music in the evening.
*
Get fresh air and exercise during the day, but remember: exercise before bed can keep you awake.
*
Go to bed and get up at the same time every day.
*
Don't take naps during the day.
*
Avoid coffee, tea or soft drinks after 5 p.m.
*
Don't smoke or drink alcohol in the evening—it can keep you awake.
*
Don't eat spicy food in the evening.
If you often wake up during the night to go to the bathroom and can't get back to sleep, try not to drink very much before you go to bed.
But remember: if you need to take medication at bedtime, it is best to take pills with a full glass of water.
If you feel lonely:
You can spend time with other people by:
* Becoming a volunteer at your local school, hospital, church or community centre.
* Joining a seniors' club at your local church or community centre.
* Taking a course at your local school or community centre and learning a new activity.
You can also call and talk to a different friend or family member every day. You may want to write a short letter to a friend or family member who lives far away. Sometimes, just writing to someone can help you feel that this person is with you.
If you feel anxious, tense or worried:
* Try to relax by breathing slowly and deeply.
* Take a walk.
* Choose an activity you really enjoy doing, like listening to your favourite music, and do it.
* Tell a friend, family member or your doctor how you feel.
* Join a support group so that you can talk more about your anxious feelings.
* Take a relaxation or exercise class, like yoga, at your local school or community centre.
* Take a course and learn how to do an activity, like needlework or woodworking, at your local community or seniors' centre.
For more information, please contact:
ariel escalona, the sleep expert...(ha ha ha)
your friend,
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Can't Really Get Enough Of Love Babe
once i have it, there is this irony, i give it away,
i wish, i dream, i work to have what i do not have yet
once it is in my hand, there is this irony, i throw it away.
the paradox of feelings, i had this joy, long time ago, and
i let it go, and i wish it comes back to me, like a memory of someone
too far away, i spend life like it is not life at all, i wish death, like death is life,
like it is not like, this is the irony of my life,
hating and loving and hating and loving, until, everything is gone
i have nothing and then i feel so complete.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Real art is without irony. Irony distances the author from his material. Irony is a product of something. It's not the reason for doing something. Irony is a cheap shot.
quote by Robert Altman
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But when you lose a family member or something tragic happens, that stays with you forever. You never get over it. Knowing that you have to deal with that for the rest of your life... Football is important, but not as important as you once thought it was.
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Famliy
I have one and you have one.
Even if you don't like it and I don't like it
They are like you and like me but never the same
They are different and some times they understand
But most of the time they don't
and they leave you in the dark
thinking just thinking
Then their is just one Family member that understand
And they save you and show you back to the light
And help you stand on your own feet again
and hold you up and point you the way to go
Family, Family, Family
No one ever likes their family all the time
But no one hates their family all the time either.
poem by Dawn Gothic
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Assured Through Christ
Thoughts on Heaven are never said, until a loved one here is dead,
And words are said, that aren’t true, said by friends and family too,
No mention of eternal death or life, and no mention of Jesus Christ,
But, since a loved one here has died, now up in Heaven they reside.
The majority of souls today assume, that from Hell they are immune,
From their very time of their birth, until that time they leave this earth,
Based on that premise they are good, which is generally understood,
But during this life, The Good Lord, by that large majority, is ignored.
The very God, Who gives man breath, is ignored by many until death,
That of a loved one, friend or family, who then, speaks of an Eternity,
Although finding it hard to remember, even by a close family member,
When they spoke of a belief or faith, in The Lord or His Saving Grace.
We all know men who love the Truth, and some who display no proof,
Of knowing the One, Who we love, or are even mindful of God above,
Yet, when death comes to the door, they’re placed on Heaven’s shore,
Not aware of what’s revealed to us, through the words of Christ Jesus.
Christ spoke of eternal darkness friend; for many that will be their end,
That, if they leave their earthly place, without The Lord’s Saving Grace;
They may even see God as Creator, but never accept Christ as Savior;
Knowing Christ as Savior and Lord, is the only way Heaven is assured.
(Copyright ©01/2011)
But the irony is that because the band isn't the focus any more, it allows me the chance to enjoy being a member of Def Leppard much more.
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When I was a child I had a best friend who lived across the road from me. When her mother died unexpectedly it was like losing a member of my own family. I think I am still affected by the memory of that loss.
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Poem #457
The heartbreaker
with a broken heart
has been taught a lesson in irony.
Unrequited love
(although my favourite
combination of words
in the English language)
is a lesson harsher than death.
That's why so many lovers
end their lives
in the peak of their prime.
Love is death
and death leads to deepend
love.
Cry For A Bad Man
CRY FOR THE BAD MAN
He walks so tall to be so small,
I've never net a man stranger.
Lives his life for the dollar sign
and to deal with him is dang'rous.
Well, he knocked me down but I'm on my feet,
now I'm so much wiser.
I'd rather quit that to go back home,
than to deal with the money miser.
Ah oo, let's cry for the bad man.
Ah oo, I sing a song for the bad man.
Well, you treat me right, baby, I'll treat you right,
that's the way it's supposed to be
but I put my faith down in my friend
and he almost put an end to me.
Well, I work seven days a week,
eight when I'm able.
When you take my money from me
you take food from my momma's table.
Ah oo, let's cry for the bad man.
Ah oo, I wrote a song for the bad man.
Ah oo, let's cry for the bad man.
Ah oo, I wrote a song for the bad man.
Well, you treat me right, baby, I'll treat you right,
that's the way it's supposed to be
but I put my faith down in my friend
and he almost put an end to me.
Well, when you take my money, baby,
when you hurt my family
it's like walkin' through the swamps with no shoes
and step on a snake, it's deadly.
Ah oo, let's cry for the bad man.
Ah oo, I wrote a song for the bad man.
Ah oo, let's cry for the bad man.
Ah oo, I wrote a song for the bad man.
- Gary Rossington, Allen Collins & Ronnie Van Zant
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Is It The Way
A Jawan deployed to curb insurgency was abducted
and later on found brutally strangulated by the insurgents
The mutilated body was seen deserted in the desolate jungle path
He was the lone earning member of a poor farmer's family
On whose income the five member family was solely dependent
The body was brought to the native village in a cavalcade
for its last rites, the mother got fainted and went in to coma
When all others in the family screamed, the septuagenarian father
looked at the deceased body closely and questioned to the gathering
utterly blank, is it the way to raise revolution
and bring a change in the present political and social system?
poem by Ratnakar Rout
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