The will to chase airplanes
Every day the little boy
With the golden sprint in
His dust covered feet chases
The silhouette of the same airplane
With great messianic zeal that it hurts
And his hands are flying as if he is
The seasoned and proud pilot himself
Don't worry little one
You see today your mother
Cries with the shame of watching
You resorting to the half bricks
That you improvise into toy airplanes
First you must learn the hard
Lessons of life in the raw
Before you graduate from the university
Of the heartlessness of chafing under
The ropes of adversity
You must earn your stripes from
Faculty of the hard knocks of suffering
And only then will you soar
With the eagle and touch the sky
And paint the clouds bright blue
And the ladies with the double
Barrel surnames will suddenly love
To learn to tilt to pronounce your
Clicks filled name properly
By then you will be wearing the shoes
With the gleaming diamonds in them
And your pride will be restored as
You climb into the cockpit and you say
A little prayer for your mum
Who had to absorb the crunching
Blows of her terrible suffering as she
Made sacrifice after sacrifice to deny
Poverty the chance to bloat your way
To the lifestyle of comfort surrounded
By unheard of luxury and glamor
Who stayed with you in the years of
The mad chasing of the airplanes and you
Will smile conspiratorially to your soul
And you will cry softly away from the
Glare of the public as you savor
The miracle of the new you but
You will not forget
The hell of the troubles you had
To bob and weave your way through on your
It was never going to be easy way
To fame and fortune
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Airplan
Airplanes, airplanes fly through the sky with amazing speeds they fly, look out the window
At little world below it's amazing.Airplanes, airplanes look at them fly, they fly through
They clouds and wind. Some fly to London and some to war carrying survival supplies for
Their country. Some may die so others will survive.
Airplanes, airplanes aren't they amazing they help us every day and night.
Airplanes, airplanes so bird like in their manner.
poem by Elizabeth Wheaton
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When The Eagle Cries
Another day, just like any other
out of the blue, it turned to horror
How could they? Why would they?
The innocents suffered hell's inferno
An senseless act that goes unforgotten
How could they? They will pay.
(Chorus)
When the Eagle Cries (5x)
Out of the ashes came a tempted vengeance,
but we are focused, we seek redemption
we are free, we'll stay free
All they've done, is make us stronger
The sleeping giant, is asleep no longer
If need be, we'll die free
(Chorus)
When the Eagle Cries (blood will flow)
When the Eagle Cries (for freedom's fight)
When the Eagle Cries (we love us all)
When the Eagle Cries (we'll sacrifice)
When the Eagle Cries
When the Eagle Cries (blood will flow)
When the Eagle Cries they made us stronger (for freedoms fight)
When the Eagle Cries we'll sacrifice (we love us all)
When the Eagle Cries for freedom's fight (we'll sacrifice)
When the Eagle Cries
song performed by by Iced Earth
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Learn to Fly
The entity stands
waitinig, watching
wonders if you know
what to do, how to fly
You learn to live your life
in humans relms of plight
You look upon the stage
and think yes thats the way
But then you begin to see
thats not all there is in life
you need to learn to fly
in the astrial realm up high
It helps you too see
the woven paths we weave
You start to fly, above the clouds
and duck and weave in flight
then with purpose and a smile
you touch those who need your light
Then you teach them how to fly
to follow you on wings
Once flying high you know no bounds
and suddenly your free
The entity just nods and smiles
as you reach out
to all with love
and learn to fly
For all eternity
poem by Kaila George
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I Have No Desire To Limp Home With Agonized Feet
I don't have to be in 'his' shoes,
To know what it is like...
To commit to do for others.
And have those oppose my sacrifice,
To share with a few who listen and gossip...
About what I do they would do differently,
Because what I do for 'them' is either criticized.
But mostly disliked.
I don't have to be in 'his' shoes,
To know what it is like...
To commit to do for others.
However,
I have learned over the years...
When those shoes became too tight to wear,
I do not keep them on to soak my feet...
When not in public.
Oh no.
I don't have to be in 'his' shoes,
To know what it is like...
To commit to do for others.
Every pair of shoes I put on today...
Are guaranteed to provide my comfort.
I have no desire to limp home with agonized feet.
After I have met with a group of ungrateful people.
And to argue their cause too?
No!
I've already made those donations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fly-Boys & Ultimate Sacrifice = 2012
World War-I gave us the flyboys
Who flew by the seat of their pants.
Many would never return from war
While others survived by chance.
Their planes were mostly canvas and wood
Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas.
Every pilot carried his own pistol
Wearing leathers, scarf and goggles of glass.
Aviators had no Parachutes
To escape their burning plane.
Many were forced to jump to their death
Or self inflect a bullet to the brain.
Blimps where known as battleships of the sky
The roar of their engines gave reason for fear.
They flew so high they were hard to shoot down
Hiding above clouds till their targets drew near.
Tracer bullets for the first time were used
In the guns of airplanes to set blimps afire.
The skies became man's highway of death
With duty and honor their driving desire.
How many flyboys have we lost since then
Those days of the Great War and more?
Where do we get such brave souls of chance
Who rise from the rest in the battles of war?
ULTIMATE SACRIFICE
Our men and women give the ultimate sacrifice
When they pledge to defend our flag.
In hot spots throughout our world
They defeat our enemies who brag.
Most say their prayers to their own private God
To protect and bring them safely home.
It's our job as patriots and Americans
To let them know we love them as our own.
Think of all of history's heroes of freedom
And what they gave up for 'Old Glory'.
Nothing has changed for over two hundred years
As our soldiers continue the story.
Those rows of white crosses in manicured fields
Tell the story of ultimate sacrifice and love.
Always remember all we treasure and enjoy
Are because of our soldiers and God above.
Qualified by experience for M 'lady Tara
The university of life
does not award fancy degrees.
Nor does it charge tuition fees.
Enrols you automatically
at birth involuntarily.
Provides the opportunity.
To learn by hard experience.
The lessons that you need to know.
The trials you must undergo.
The challenges you have to face.
Determine if you pass or fail.
What matters is that you prevail.
Pursue your dreams relentlessly.
Success or failure’s up to you
You will receive what you are due.
No more no less than what you’ve earned.
With life experience as your guide
you face the future qualified.
To over come the obstacles
which are imposed by circumstance.
At least you have a fighting chance.
Paper degrees don’t guarantee
that you can face adversity.
And win hands down defiantly.
Unlike life’s university.
Which teaches you what you can do
to overcome what troubles you.
06/08/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Do not DELETE this or ABORT
an original from Don Allan Dinio
Every time a child is conceived,
a new life just blooms. It's God's gift!
Every time a baby is born,
another cycle of life just began. Angelic!
The very first time the baby cries,
a miracle just happened. Majestic!
The mystery in this child's life just started.
That is just wonderful!
I know you say that it is your choice but
don't forget it's the baby's ~ right to live!
Please do not DELETE this off your mind.
You got to think hard to do or not to do it.
The pressure is on you. Your life.
It is your pride versus the baby's right.
You got to ponder how in the world can you
afford to raise this child? Will you
sacrifice your future and the rest of your
life for the terrible quick mistake you made?
What kind of life would this child have?
The child is there...let him live!
The child could be a genius, a scientist,
the next president or an astrounaut.
That is just wishful thinking!
But does that really matter?
Remember, this child is your flesh and blood.
It is part of you!
Who knows this child might even save your life and many more.
Please do not ABORT!
Fifteen years from now the child will be a teenager.
Later on will be a young adult and shape his own life.
This child will be part of your joys and happiness,
fears and tears, more worries and some and more.
What child would he be? - so you may ask.
You begin to worry and it can get scary.
Life's influences on this child are so varied and many.
The friends and acquaintances the child may befriend
have tremendous effect of what he will become.
His toys, his hobbies, and his peers,
you, and the family and life as a whole
will be part of this child's personality.
This child will be fine, don't worry!
Let this one live.
Please do not DELETE this off your mind.
Thirty years or so from now this child will be a fully grown person.
This child will have a personality of his own.
This child might or could have accomplished something
really great that you can be proud of.
This child might or could done something terrible too
and you would have said and say to yourself...
'If only I knew! '
But don't take it as your fault. He is what he will become!
No one knows the future.
You should be proud you gave this child...
a choice to live instead ~
You did not ABORT!
Twenty some years ago, there was this young lady
who got pregnant and was left on her own
by someone she thought loves her and
will marry her and will live happily ever after. Huh?
DELETE that!
She thought long and hard what to do
with her pregnancy...the baby!
She was worried to death of her future,
her pride, the baby's future...just like you.
It was a tough decision, a life and death choice
to make and the baby's right to live.
This lady made the right choice -
she gave birth to her baby...a lovely beautiful baby
and turned out to be a fine lady,
a good daughter ~ You!
Please return the favor, do not ABORT!
poem by Don Allan Dinio
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Hard Eyes
hard eyes stare into the night...
hard eyes with calloused gentle hands.
hard eyes that have listened and seen.
hard eyes that have touched.
hard eyes that have fought
battles that couldnt be won...
hard eyes that have shared
the suffering of others....
hard eyes that have known beauty and loss...
hard eyes that make choices that are not easy.
hard eyes that have been betrayed,
hard eyes that have loved...
hard eyes that cross the threshold...
hard eyes of the sword and cross.
hard eyes that look into the soul,
and sometimes even smile.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Reverence
Backing by dido:
Slow, slow, there's got to be, slow (8x)
Maxi jazz:
Take my words and my base,
Taste, and then swallow me,
You're chasing the devil,
'cause you never lift you follow me,
For quality. and i make no apology
For linking my thinking with computer technology.
'cause this is like a modern day, hymn
For the new church.
I search for the truth.
I've got a hole in my tooth.
I'm on [?].
I'm from the street university,
Where we learn to earn even in times of adversity.
And i will find a easy way out of a hard time,
Petit crime sometimes.
But now i'm inclined to find
A fresh direction (2x)
Backing by dido:
Slow, slow, there's got to be, slow (4x)
Maxi jazz:
Take my words and my base,
Taste, and then swallow me,
You're chasing the devil,
'cause you never lift you follow me,
For quality. and i make no apology
For linking my thinking with computer technology.
'cause this is like a modern day, hymn
For the new church.
I search for the truth.
I've got a hole in my tooth.
I'm on [?].
I'm from the street university,
Where we learn to earn even in times of adversity.
And i will find a easy way out of a hard time,
Petit crime sometimes.
But now i'm inclined to find
A fresh direction (2x)
Backing by dido:
Slow, slow, there's got to be, slow (2x)
song performed by by Faithless
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An Unborn Child's Poem
Today my life began, but some say I’m not a real person yet,
Yes they say only Mommy exist, because me they have not yet met.
But just like a small crumb of bread is yet truly a bread,
My Mommy is and so am I, so they once in the Bible have read.
Yes for even when I was made in secret,
God saw even the embryo of me,
In a fear-inspiring way, I am wonderfully made,
even now to be.
Just think in a year or so, I shall be laughing and later talking,
Mommy and Daddy will be the first to see me walking.
Only 20 days, but my heart is beating on its own,
Gently beating, whispers of a lovely tone.
I am to be a girl, with blond hair and blue eyes,
I am growing a bit every day, and becoming very wise.
I want to learn to sing and dance,
To giggle and love at every chance.
To make Mommy and Daddy very proud of me,
When I become a young lady to be.
When I graduate, I want to be an artist or maybe even a scientist,
I know Mommy would support me, even if I pick another one on my list.
Tup-tup, tup-tup, are you listening Mommy to the whispers of my heart,
Suddenly today I feel differently on my part.
I scream with silent tears, “No Mommy I’m not ready to come on out,
I wonder if she hears my little shout.
I love you Mommy, I need more time to be with you,
I love you Mommy, Do you love me too.
I want to get married, and have my own kids to love and to hold,
To treat you nice and take care of you when you and I grow old.
My hopes and dreams disappeared in a instant and suddenly without a thought,
Mommy did not stop to think how very hard for my life I did fought.
Yes today I took my last little breath, never to have a chance to see,
The possibilities that I can be, Because today was the day that my Mommy killed me!
poem by Esther Ayala
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Not Home Tonight
Tiaan not home tonight, Nici nowhere in sight,
Martin surviving his life, I am watching X factor
alone, Tiaan introduced me to the programme
last week; without his presence, I am by myself
I miss my son’s sardonic humour, his smile, his
long-suffering patience when his dad comes down
on him and his friends; his Stoic acceptance when
his acerbic, hostile Scorpion dad administers a
Sting to his knight-in-shining-armour image; Tiaan
filled with zeal to help those suffering, while his dad
wants him to set rules and self-interest above all else
- Tiaan so enthusiastic about life, concerned to
- earn the marks he deserves, to build a six-pack,
to take care of us, becoming a dedicated cook; oh
how I miss him – though I am so proud of his new
self-confidence visiting his friends…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Learn To Be Silent
Each night on earth is full of pain.
Heart, learn to be silent.
The hard souls, hard shields
reflect light from the home of the stars.
Your lament makes you weaker.
Heart, learn to be silent.
Only silence heals, silence hardens,
untouchedly chaste and guiltlessly true.
You seek suffering's ardent life!
Heart, learn to be silent.
By wounds and fever no one is made strong.
Bright as steel is heaven's stronghold.
poem by Karin Boye, translated by David McDuff
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Sidewalk University
Sidewalk University a school we all know but wouldn't ancknoweledge.The teaching of hard life and inperfect people.Sneakers hung high off of telephone wires. Crowd walk ways and disrespectful people urine filled elevators.If you graduate you may survive the streets.Language in which others try to copy ebonicis is now in the dictionary.
I may want to travel to the great wonders of the world. Will I be safe? or will you see me on the eleven oclock news.Foreign ghettos and marvelous adventures will be great to see. My neighborhood I know each alley and each person.You call it dangerous I call it safe.You call it ghetto I call it home. Sidewalk University
Teaching about culture and style I learn more here then at harvard. Cumming personalities, rich food and life lessons all taught in one place My classroom Sidewalk University
poem by Lucinda Bryson
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I was always afraid of dying. Always. It was my fear that made me learn everything I could about my airplane and my emergency equipment, and kept me flying respectful of my machine and always alert in the cockpit.
quote by Chuck Yeager
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Life & Soul
Written by kim wilde & tony swain
Yeah yeah alright
Life and soul
They say that its a fact of life well die
But I say the fact of life is life
And as I breathe the air of another lonely day
Theres something Ive been meaning to say to you
I know I let you down (trust in me)
Didnt realise what Id found (trust in me)
All I need is for you to know
Oooh youre in my soul
Love is a lesson hard to learn
Pain is a fire that keeps on burning
Come back baby (Im gonna give you)
Oooh oooh
Pride is a wall that we can climb
Baby hold on together well find
Life and soul
Ayone who hurts you hurts me too
And all I want is
That life is good to you
And whether I am near or far away
Im with you every, everyday
I know I let you down (trust in me)
Didnt realise what Id found (trust in me)
All I need is for you to know
Youre in my soul
Love is a lesson hard to learn
Pain is a fire that keeps on burning
Come back baby (Im gonna give you)
Oooh oooh
Pride is a wall that we can climb
Baby hold on together well find
Life and soul
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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Flying Dreams
Dream by night,
wish by day
Love begins this way.
Lovin' starts
when open hearts
touch and stay.
Sleep for now,
dreamings how
lovers' lives are planned.
Future songs and flying dreams,
hand in hand.
Love it seems
made flying dreams,
so hearts could soar.
Heaven sent
these dreams were meant
to prove once more,
that love is the key.
Love is the key.
You and I
touch the sky
the eagle and the dove.
Nightingales,
we keep our sails
filled with love.
And love it seems
made flying dreams
to bring you home to me.
Love it seems
made flying dreams,
so hearts could soar.
Heaven sent
these dreams were meant,
to prove once more
That love is the key.
Love is the key.
You and I
touch the sky
the eagle and the dove.
Nightingales
we keep our sails
filled with love
And love it seems
made flying dreams
to bring you home to me.
Ever strong
our future song
to sing it must be free.
And every part
is from the heart
and love is still the key.
And love it seems
made flying dreams
to bring you home to me.
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Learn
Learn, learn, learn,—
Our beautiful world is not a field for sheep;
Not just a place wherein to laugh and weep,
To eat and drink, to dance and sigh and sleep,
And then to moulder into senseless dust.
Learn, learn, learn,—
Look up and learn—you cannot look too high!
Not for the earthly wealth which brains can buy,
Not for the sake of gold and luxury—
Treasures corrupted by the moth and rust.
Learn, learn, learn,—
As one in whom the Lord has breathed His breath,
And aye redeemèd from the power of death—
Not as the dumb brute-beast that perisheth,
Not as a soulless, thoughtless, thankless clod.
Learn, learn, learn,—
With love and awe and patience—not in haste;
Drink deeply,—do not pass by with a taste;
O make your land a garden, not a waste!—
Your mind bright, to reflect the face of God.
Learn, learn, learn,—
The mystic beauty and the truth of life;
Search out the treasures whereof earth is rife,
Search on all sides, with pain and prayer and strife;
Search even into darkness. Do not fear.
Learn, learn, learn,—
With a true, steadfast heart, lay up your hoard;
God will sort out the treasures you have stored,
And set them in His bright light, afterward.
He will make all your difficulties clear.
Learn, learn, learn,—
Death is no breaking at a certain place;
We only pause there for a little space.
And then—you would not shame Him to His face?—
You, in His Image and own Likeness made!
Learn, learn, learn,—
Walk with wide-open eyes and reverent heart.
Worship as God the beautiful in art.
Though you see now but dimly, and in part,
All shall be clear in time. Be not afraid.
poem by Ada Cambridge
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Always Suffering
Let's take a walk
Just you and me
And talk of days gone by
Across the fields
Under the trees
Let's speak of you and I
While the whole world
Was wandering
We walked a steady line
When all our friends
Were wavering
We kept on trying
Now we're always suffering
Already lost
Always suffering
Already lost
Remember when
On summer days
I would sing a lovers son
How you would smile
Shower me with praise
And the sun shined on
Now the rain is falling slow
And the nights grow long
And the train
Cries out so hauntingly
She is gone
Now we're always suffering
Already lost
We're always suffering
Already lost
Please take these flowers
Smell the perfume
Let your soul come alive
Let there be hope
Hope in your heart
That our love may revive
For life is but a chance
On a wind swept hill
And the seeds of love
Are swirling above
Let them be still
But we're always suffering
We're already lost
Always suffering
Already lost
song performed by by Rolling Stones from Bridges To Babylon
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Moving Oleta
Moving Oleta was the hardest thing he'd done
The nurses saw an old woman cryin'
But he saw the love of his life
She don't know where she is
But she knows this isn't home
Love is a hard, hard road
He met her in the summer of thirty-seven
In a brush arbor down on the Rush Creek shore
He loved her black hair and the mischief in her smile
But she won him with her eyes
All the years and children gone
He still sees her the same
Love is a hard, hard road
He woke up and mornin' and drove into town
He stayed all day til her dinner came
Then he took her to her room
Leaned on her wheelchair like a walker
And covered her with a quilt that she'd made
Only God and a couple of nurses
Helped the old man shoulder the load
Love is a hard, hard road
He said "They tell me this is all that's left,
Say this hell on earth is best,
I list all those reasons and I still don't understand"
He cursed his body old and weak
Tears of failure burned his cheeks
He said "Oh, don't you know I prayed to die before this day"
Love is a hard, hard road
There's a shadow much darker than the shadow of death
When you fear the reaper might not come today
They line 'em up in Laz-E-Boys out in the sunroom
The TV keeps the quiet away
She can't recall his name
And she's the only love he's known
Love is a hard, hard road
Love is a hard, hard road
Moving Oleta was the hardest thing he'd done
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Shame
Now there's a lifestyle
With painted lips
Now there's a lifestyle
Everybody wants it
But it don't exist
And I said shame...
In the dancehalls and the cinema
Shame
On the TV and the media
Shame
We loved you
Now there's a lifestyle
With fashion chic
Now there's a lifestyle
Everybody in it wants
To be elite
And I said
'You with yer brand new shoes and
You with yer greasy hair and
You with yer mother's pride and poetry
Don't you want to feel the shame?"...
In the dancehalls
Can't you feel the shame?
And the TV
Can't you feel the shame?
We loved you...
Shame
In the dancehalls and the cinema
Shame
On the TV and the media
Shame
We loved you
At the Lido and the opera
Shame
At the races
And the theatre
Shame
We loved you.
And they said all we need is love
All we need is love
With the Beatles and the Rolling Stones.
Day after day
Day after day.
song performed by by Eurythmics from Revenge
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