Verities of nature.
The night will always
be followed by a morning
And nature shall always
assume its verities
i say a rift is bound
between the closest souls
But nothing is a rift
for those souls
that to themselves
remain truehearted
i have seen youth fade away
snatching treasures from men
Keeping the verities of nature
i have seen loved ones leave
leaving memories only
So to give verisimilitude
to the verities of nature
i gave real credence
to the verities of nature
When i saw pulchritude
dwindle away
like the setting sun
from the countenance
of yesterday''s stunners
Strange and real
is nature with its verities.
poem by hakam Abubakar
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Last Living Souls
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Take a gun
Or how you say
That's no way you behave
Just a law, a new begin
Sing a song that doesn't sin
And it grows
Hey, you know
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last to get away to some another day?
Do we know
Well, we know
Doesn't seem to be complete
Are we, are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Get up, get up, get up, get up...
What you say?
Cause all I was on
I got it down wrong
I see myself to get
And the Lord, seeing all now
Can you take us in
The part that comin' on
The coldest man doesn't see it's all
We go to the car
I see you walk to the far
And when you get there do you see
You fit the last you need on me
Cause we're the last living souls
We're the last living souls
Yeah, we're the last living souls
We're the last living souls
song performed by by Gorillaz
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The Rift
The circle you are in
Has lost its form
On tainted wings you fly
Above the thorns
Dark angels in the wind
Cut you down
And watch as you fall
To the ground
(chorus)
You take me down
As you tumble down
Into the rift
You tumble down
Into the rift
You tumble down
Over and over
The dream split open wide
You lost your way
You wander back through time
To another place
Where wishes placed on coins
Can still come true
And winter bows to spring and age to youth
(chorus)
song performed by by Motley Crue
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Sonnet
Oh for a poet—for a beacon bright
To rift this changless glimmer of dead gray;
To spirit back the Muses, long astray,
And flush Parnassus with a newer light;
To put these little sonnet-men to flight
Who fashion, in a shrewd mechanic way,
Songs without souls, that flicker for a day,
To vanish in irrevocable night.
What does it mean, this barren age of ours?
Here are the men, the women, and the flowers,
The seasons, and the sunset, as before.
What does it mean? Shall there not one arise
To wrench one banner from the western skies,
And mark it with his name forevermore?
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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Lost Souls
Lost souls trapped all around me.
Stuck in this oblique purgatory.
Not knowing where to go or what they'll find.
Lost souls caught in a vicious grind.
Bending backwards until they break their spine.
Damn this ugly daily grind.
Broken and beaten such brutal words for token.
God help us please,
the lost souls that are diseased.
We are lost and can not be found,
the souls that are eartward bound.
These souls are lost at such a cost.
There are no freinds,
there is no love.
Just crippling pain that shoots like lightning.
I lost my soul it's all gone now.
Death is the only respite now.
So now I go and grab my gun,
pull the trigger so much fun.
My soul is lost,
no one will care.
Why should they now their souls are bare.
poem by Michael McParland
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Nature Is Full Of Miracles
do we need our senses to grow sharper
or do we need to believe the impossibilities
our senses proclaim before our orb eyes
the amazing world of nature is full of miracles
miracles are ever ready to transcend lost lives
yet jaded souls refuse to dance in life mysteries
there is more beauty in every birth morning
than souls need can absorb in a single day
come share moments as day embraces night
poem by Terence George Craddock
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All Night
In the early morning hours
You and I were intertwined
We met, I saw your powers
Our love would last forever
Suddenly, there was a rift
We struggled to persevere
In the end we went adrift
And our love was nowhere near
And yet we both really cared
Stayed up all night and we talked
Rekindled the love we shared
We've been as one ever since
Till that fateful day arrived
When I held your hand all night
Then you slipped away my dear
But, I knew it was alright
poem by Paul H Nelson
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The Ghosts
The ghosts of not repentant souls
Wander in the quiet woods night.
Only chilling cries of the owls
Cause the lightest fright.
Flying Dutchman frightens seamen,
Its sight is a portent of doom.
It was told by John Leyden
Sinful souls went to gloom.
Ghosts dwell in the hills.
Climbers know a ghost can kill.
To some they help to cross the river,
But seeing them you would shiver.
Haunting cities, haunting countries…
Are they humans eye illusion?
Are they really verities?
It looks they come to make pollution.
Ghosts are here, ghosts are there!
It seems they are everywhere.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 8th of August,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Love Lost Hearts
Love Lost Hearts
By Rema Prasanna
Love lost hearts....
finalized one deal
on a legal bond sheet
one escape
an effortless one
lost love dissolved
belongings divided
on ended deals
fights not a base
lifeless items don’t react
but the reactive children
their tears, one task to wipe
their souls strained
and their wings sliced
love, failed and lost on egos
poem by Rema Prasanaa
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The Lonely Souls
The lonely souls wanders
Alone in the walks of life
No other souls as their companion
The lonely souls wanders
Alone in the daybreak
they've done their duties
In the walks of life
The lonely souls wanders
Alone in the life
They meet many other souls
Who comes to be
Unfit for the lonely souls
The lonely souls wanders
As the days pass by
The lonely souls became
More lonely, with no other
souls as their companion
The lonely souls wanders
Alone in the walks of life
The lonely souls decides
Not to die, but to face
Life in all it's hardships
The lonely souls still wanders.
poem by Lisa Chicharello
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Hell-Bound Are Umptine Souls!
Away from heaven,
Towards the ‘Fiery Pit’,
So many souls keep moving,
‘Stop them, dear God, O please! ’
Some mighty human beings,
Woman with lovely frames,
Leaders and kings and queens,
Children with heinous crimes:
‘Have mercy on them, O Lord,
And stop their drift to hell! ’
Caught in devils’ clutches;
Bound in dragnets of sin;
Ensnared by Satan’s designs;
Hell-bound are umptine souls!
People with sweet voices;
Scholars, scientists, clergy;
People good until now:
‘God, prevent their abysmal fall,
Rescue souls from hell’s jaws! ’
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Satanic Souls!
A myriad human souls are seen misled
By evil forces, keeping them in dark,
With conscience dysfunctional or dead,
And satanic influences and mark!
A few strange souls seem working night and day,
And try to dispel darkness of all sorts;
They’re guided by the Maker’s will and way,
And serve to save some hell-bound souls and hearts!
The modern world is turning chaotic;
Yet, goodness will prevail o’er bad on earth,
Though Satan tries to be acrobatic,
And righteous human beings are a dearth.
The Master of the universe is God;
All sinfulness will get His final rod!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-1-2007
poem by John Celes
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Measure Him
Measure a man by the years of his summary of other men,
And women,
And children,
And animals.
We are animals of people in nature among the masses of men and women.
We are a summary of a holiness,
And that is belonging to the Lord.
Our minds have to ruminate,
Have to puzzle
And must dream
Until the rooms cave in
And our souls take pain over other souls.
Souls need victory to keep on enlightening.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Holy Beings- Every Body Every Soul!
Radiant Souls
Eclipsing
past and future thought
forever forging forward
in the amber of the moment
Sensitive souls pensive souls
pondering the acts of
senseless wandering souls
compassionate omnipresent
soul penetrating souls
So many helpful serving souls
running earthly errands
cycling loves communal cosmic laundry
Oh the selfless nature of the soul!
Holy beings!
Every body
every inch Sacred
god given nakedness!
Vessel of the soul
cosmic conscious
mind receptive body!
Blessed be all Bodies!
Sinewy stretched
Muscles tensed in exercise
laid out in relaxed release
Oh the Brio of the Body!
Always and everywhere...
everyone you find:
The priest, The goddess
The Mother, The savior
The teacher, the student
the Father, The Son, the Daughter:
Earthly lovers, every body divine
All heavenly souls...inseparably intertwined!
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Little Sister
Hey little sister
I heard you went to Mr. So and So
Knock knock knocking on his door again last night
You said you needed it bad
And You know that ain't right
Cuz so many times you've come to me
Cry crying
You said it hurt so bad
But please don't let you go back for more
My little sister is a zombie in a body
With no soul or role
She has learned to play
In a world today where nothing else matters
But it matters
We gotta start feeding our souls
Not our addictions or afflictions to pain
To avoid the same questions we must ask ourselves
To get any answers
We gotta start feeding our souls
Have been lost to the millions with lots
We feed on addictions
Sellings pills and what's hot
And I wish I could save her
From all their delusions
We gotta start feeding our souls
All the confusion
Of a nation that's starving for salvation
But clothing is the closest approximation to God
And he only knows that drugs are
All we know of love
Hey hey
Every day we starve
While we eat white bread and beer
And instead of a handshake of hug
We spill the pills
And sweep them under the rug
Hey ey
My little sister is a zombie in a body
With no soul or role
She has learned to play
In a world today
Where nothing else matters
But it matters
We gotta start feeding our souls
Hey little sister I heard you went to
Mr. So and So again last night
Said you needed more
song performed by by Jewel from Pieces Of You
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Music Fills Our Souls
Music fills our souls,
so we can keep dancing,
out win the devils steps,
out dance him once and for all,
Music fills our souls,
the notes that are applied,
the sounds they project,
refill our hope, strength and desire,
so we may dance on,
this crazy marathon,
Music fills our souls,
it give us cause to rejoice,
a reason to keep the steps in stride,
a feeling of serenity,
a vital component to survive,
Music fills our souls,
we know we could not do this alone,
so we asked our gifted friends,
to help us in our quest,
Music fills our souls,
our friends came along,
put the melody in the air,
the passion in our souls,
Music fills our souls,
by the love and grace,
our friends have shown,
Music fills our souls,
Debbie Nicholson copyright@2009
poem by Debbie Nicholson
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The Rift, which was well over a thousand pages of manuscript, took two years.
quote by Walter Jon Williams
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Acrostic to Mrs.Prema Kumari
P rema kumari, our dear colleague from Data Centre,
R egards and wishes best, offer we, as you W&A Project/Bangalore enter,
E dging your way from Integral Coach Factory / Perambur /Chennai,
M iss you, sure, all of us, ever will-
A s the association is but long to mill!
K indness to your good nature grilled,
U nalloyed happiness, your heart to be ever filled,
M any, many years of prosperous life to lead—
A romatic sweet souls to bud and flower
R elay we our prayers to that Great Power
I nfiltrating kind thoughts that would resound for ever!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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The Hymn of the Socialists
By the bodies and minds and souls that rot in a common stye
In the city’s offal-holes, where the dregs of its horrors lie —
By the prayers that bubble out, but never ascend to God,
We swear the tyrants of earth to rout, with tongue and with pen and sword!
By the child that sees the light, where the pestilent air stagnates,
By the woman, worn and white, who under the street-lamp waits,
By the horror of vice that thrives in the dens of the wretched poor,
We swear to strike when the time arrives, for all that is good and pure!
By the rights that were always ours — the rights that we ne’er enjoyed,
And the gloomy cloud that lowers on the brow of the unemployed;
By the struggling mothers and wives — by girls in the streets of sin —
We swear to strike when the time arrives, for our kind and our kith and kin!
By our burning hate for men who rob us of ours by might,
And drive to the slum and den, the poor from the sun and light,
By the hell-born greed that drives our sons o’er the world to roam,
We swear to strike when the time arrives, and strike for our friends and home.
By the little of manhood left in a world of want and sin,
By the rift in the dark cloud’s brow where the light still struggles in,
By the love that scarce survives in a stream that is sluggish and thin,
We swear to work till the time arrives for ourselves and our kind and kin.
The little of love may dry in its stream that scarcely flows,
The little of manhood die and the rift in the dark clouds close,
And hope may vanish from earth and all that is pure and bright,
But we swear to strike eer that time has birth with the whole of our gathered might!
poem by Henry Lawson
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We gotta stop fighting amongst each other. I think the only rift should be when take it the stage and try to out perform each other.
quote by Grandmaster Flash
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Give Hope A Chance
Death, you have spent too long in the desert,
move away. Let kindly soothing winds wrap
gentle discourse around past pain and hurt
and mend the rift that tears the growing gap.
Dawn struggles over the harsh horizon.
Let it through, so it can gradu'lly fill
with warmth those souls whose thoughts and hearts harden
at any compromise or change of will.
Bear your banner towards the river Styx.
Gather two coins to pay the ferry man.
Weigh down your cutting scythe with heavy bricks.
Float upon the changing tide, leave this land.
Let Hope born by temperate wings arise
and fill with light, broken desert skies.
poem by Diana Rosser
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