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Inhumanity |
Man's inhumanity to man
War, rape, violence, murder
assault and abuse
Voices crying in the night
ravaged lands and people
So many left wanting
no wonder people join
in uprising and rebellion
People protest against war
yet these same people
ignore the plight of those
who are forced to take up guns
and fight
The children cry yet are
taught to hate
The adults weep
at hardships long endured
The cupboards are bare
and the earth is scorched
the child living in fear
of the next slap
or rough fondling in the
darkened room under
the blankets
The man begging
on the street corner
ignored by the prosperous
join in uprising
and rebellion
Author -
Author Unknown (Source:
Source Unknown)
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Little Girl |
There is a beautiful
crystal castle
it sits on a hill
and watches the land
The soul owner is
a beautiful little girl
She plays in the garden
has everything she needs
and lives in happiness
One morning she looked
into the mirror
and saw a stranger
It was a woman
and she realised it was
herself, all grown up
In the background
scenes of her future life
flitted before her
She looked deep into the woman's eyes
and what she saw made her want to cry
She had never seen or felt
such pain
The woman stared at her
and could not understand
why such a happy little girl
would have reason to cry
The little girl said
"I am you and you are me
I need you to love me
and I will love you
Take me away from this place
and I will make your heart my home
there is much love there but you
must unlock the door
and we can face the world
together"
Author -
Author Unknown (Source:
Source Unknown)
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Love Returned |
He can not own me
I was not made to be
bought or sold
He can not control me
I'm not a puppet on his strings
He can not direct me
my path is not the one he chose
He can no longer hurt me
my strength surpasses his
You can love me
and I will love you in return
You can gently guide me
and I will follow
You can comfort me when I am needy
and I will be gracious
I have the flame of hope in my heart
and I offer you my gifts
if I may ask of you
a hand to hold on to
a shoulder to cry on
loving arms around me
an ear that will listen
and I will give you
all that I have and
all that I am
and a love so deep
you will never want
for anything again
Author -
Author Unknown (Source:
Source Unknown)
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The Most Beautiful Flower |
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
Beneath the long,straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."
The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."
But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.
I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
"You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
And appreciate every second that's mine.
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy, Another weed in his hand,
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.
Author -
Author Unknown (Source:
Source Unknown)
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PRISON WALLS |
I'm in prison
jail, incarcerated
No, not with three brick
walls and one
of iron bars
but prison nevertheless
I can walk around, go where I want
I could travel the world
You can't see the walls
and you don't have to sign in
to see me, or get frisked
for security reasons
But I'm still in prison
the prison of the mind
I know the dimensions
yes I've paced it off
God, I've been here long enough
The walls are high and strong
but not made of anything
that man can physically breakthrough
they're made of fear and betrayal
My cell is cluttered, furnished with
anger, hate, responsibility, unrequited love,
lack of trust, but the need to belong
fights against the need to be free
the need to be me
Oh, I can see the outside world
through my small window
and sometimes what I see makes
me feel safe in prison
sometimes the walls start to crumble
and I reach out to grasp the hand waiting
but then something happens to stop me
and the walls become as thick as a mountain
Right now the walls are growing wider, stronger, thicker
endless.
Author -
Author Unknown (Source:
Source Unknown)
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The River Runs |
The river of my life runs
strong and deep
but throughout it's course
it has taken on many colours and hues
The river runs pink
when I was born
I was small, wrinkled and pink
The river runs orange
for the happiest and brightest
times of my life
The river runs green
for the times I was
sick and needed to be nursed
The river runs yellow
all the times I was scared
not wanting to be alone
The river runs yellow
so many times I cringed
and cowered at your touch
The river runs blue
since the time a coldness
has entered my soul
The river runs red
for the anger that courses
through my being
The river runs black
hatred for you
who betrayed my trust
The river runs
The river runs a rainbow
Author -
Author Unknown (Source:
Source Unknown)
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SIOBHAN |
There is a little girl
her name is Siobhan
She has a beautiful smile
and a personality to match
You can always tell how she feels
by looking in her eyes
She knows exactly what she wants
and goes after it with determination
Her laugh sounds like
beautiful music
and causes others to laugh
with her
She's got so much love
and shows it with lots of hugs
caring and kindness
I wish her much happiness
and hope that she uses her strength
when adversity strikes
and that she bounces back
and can look forward
to the future
without dwelling on the past
She can always come to me
when she needs a shoulder to
cry on or a hug
I hope she knows that I
will always love her
no matter what.
Author -
Author Unknown (Source:
Source Unknown)
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SURRENDERING TO PAIN |
I laughed 'til I cried
cried, cried
with no one to hold me
and calm me
My anger burned
a hole in my soul
My sadness
the sound of my tears
My sobs rendered me helpless
as I burrowed down to that
deep place inside of me
where raw emotions hide
I cried for the hurt,
the pain and the fear
and a childhood lost
I cried for dignity undone
and innocence long forgotten
I cried for the questioning silences
and the doubt filled eyes
I cried because I felt so forsaken
the loneliness nesting
deep in my heart
I cried so loud yet
I was not heard
The kind of crying
that makes others uncomfortable
because the pain is
all too obvious
yet crying seemed a
woefully inadequate
way to voice such
powerful emotions
With only bloodshot eyes
and a tear stained face
to show that moments
before my body racked
with tremors
I faced the world again
Author -
Author Unknown (Source:
Source Unknown)
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Have you been to the bank? |
Imagine there is a bank that credits your account each morning with 86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day. Every evening deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course!!!!
Each of us has such a bank. Its name is TIME.
Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds.
Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose.
It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft.
Each day it opens a new account for you.
Each night it burns the remains of the day.
If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours.
There is no going back.
There is no drawing against the "tomorrow".
You must live in the present on today's deposits.
Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness, and success!
The clock is running.
Make the most of today.
To realize the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade.
To realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who gave birth to a pre-mature baby.
To realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who missed the train.
To realize the value of ONE SECOND, ask a person who just avoided an accident.
To realize the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won a silver medal in the Olympics.
Treasure every moment that you have! And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time.
And remember that time waits for no one.
Yesterday is history
Tomorrow is mystery
Today is a gift
That's why it's called the present!!
It's National Friendship Week
Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed.
They make you smile and encourage you to succeed.
They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.
Show your friends how much you care.....
Author -
Author Unknown (Source:
Source Unknown)
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A lot to Give |
Who made this boy believe that he couldn't stand the test
that as a human being he was different from the rest
A father who told him "Son you've come out all wrong"
Never would he fit in, nor would he belong
Why does the little girl live all alone with her fears
that daddy's next punch will leave her with more than tears
"I'm sorry daddy, please, it's probably all my fault"
She really wants to say "I don't need this bloody assault"
When did the little boy stop seeking physical affection
and shy away from any that was aimed in his direction
Who was the bastard who stole away his cheeky little grin
for innocence lost the pervert should pay the ultimate price for his sin
How come the little girl believes all the crap that she is told
day after day on verbal abuse she has been sold
"Not good enough, too fat, too thin, you just don't fit in"
chanted over and over by children standing around her in a ring
All these children aren't the first, sadly they are not the last
They will bear forever the scars of a hated past
Can anyone help them change the beliefs they have been given
or to the needle, weed and booze to escape they will be driven
Who out there is willing to estimate how much it is they've lost
for with pain, fear, terror and tears they have paid the cost
Can anybody out there show them they are worthy to live
for to this world they really have quite a lot to give.
Author -
Author Unknown (Source:
Source Unknown)
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