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Mother's & Father's Day

Parents have sacrificed greatly in these days
In sacrificing self for the betterment of the children
Many parents have sacrificed their children in providing for them
Childhood is for education appreciation, respect, admiration, concentration
We grow by these, we learn by these and we pattern our lives after these and other
Forms of self fulfillment, development and betterment
In an effort to make the lives of our progeny better...
We have dipped them further into the well of lost esteem
Work, determination, organization, respect, for any, love, honor, chivalry,
Charity, service, humility, and faith these are the builders and makers of a better life
We must give them what lets them succeed, not
Shelter them until they can only believe and see what
We place upon them as reality
Let them be...by showing them true charity
Sacrifice by education, example and provisions but only to the point of giving
Taking begins when you deprive them from the chance to grow and learn
Sweat, succeed, fulfill, complete, fail, prevail, and earn
What they have the right and need to build their
Self-esteem.

poem by Jeff Rushton
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Despondency

I have gone backward in the work,
The labour has not sped,
Drowsy and dark my spirit lies,
Heavy and dull as lead.
How can I rouse my sinking soul
From such a lethargy?
How can I break these iron chains,
And set my spirit free?

There have been times when I have mourned,
In anguish o'er the past;
And raised my suppliant hands on high,
While tears fell thick and fast,

And prayed to have my sins forgiven
With such a fervent zeal,
An earnest grief - a strong desire
That now I cannot feel!

And vowed to trample on my sins,

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poem by Anne Brontë from Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (1846)
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The Castaway

I met a lonely Labor man,
Forlorn and pessimistic:
Who'd not yet fallen 'neath the ban
Of leagues antagonistic.
With an expression greatly peeved,
His listless eye beheld me.
'Comrade,' said I. 'Why are you grieved?'
A most prodigious sigh he heaved,
And said: 'They've not expelled me!'

Said he, 'Why should I be passed by
And left alone to suffer.
Ignored, unless it be that I
Am counted as a duffer?
That they should, with especial pains,
Exclude me from expulsion,
When Labor's blowing out its brains,
And worthier men cast off the chains,
I view with marked revulsion.

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poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Un seen..Unspoken Pain...Melina 2005! !

Melina.....Unspoken Pain 2005.......

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- Melina..the blow and into the world of darkness! !
You walked along with me and soon became my great friend.
Then hurt walked in, left a shattered life, we have much to mend.
Youthful life, kids to guide, a great toll in your hands lay,
With every fall, you must rise, a Herculean Task, you got to play

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poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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I hate unemployment

I hate to be unemployed.
I used to think that I am a smart graduate.
I entered into University with a lot of hard works,
and I wish to become a success career lady one day.

I worked for 15 years plus,
but I am not a successful office lady.
Due to office politics,
I quit my job due to angers and hatred.

Actually I start to regret,
because I have been unemployed for 2 years and 3 weeks.

I wish to go back to work.
I wish to receive my monthly salary by every month end.
If I have salary on hand,
by month end I will go to shopping.
I will go for a facial treatment at least twice a month.
I may join gym and learn yoga everyday after work.
I may join slimming course.

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poem by Grace Chen
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Drops Of Fire

As she sits in so much pain
My one true love is hurt again
Unable to help her in anyway
As drops of fire burn her precious face

As my one true love hurts ever so much
I die inside as all I can do is watch
All I can do is know in loving pain
That drops of fire burn her beautiful face

How horrible it is to know her pain
Having to watch her suffer as I sit here in shame
Ss my poor true love endures this again
These drops of fire burned her adorable face

Knowing that my true love is in so much pain
I am ever so greatly tempted to jump up and run to her aid
But I know I cannot do that for my legs are lame
But my heart and mind are with her forever made
Even though the drops of fire burn her irresistible face

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poem by Alex Fischer
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The Beggar

The thought of great social solitude,
The sight of everyone having an attitude,
Being the neglected in the maltittude,
The pity viewed in verisimilitude,
The life of a beggar
His clothes torn and stomarch empty,
Always dancing to their tune,
Exploited and greatly tortured,
His presence mean nothing to them,
Their presence mean everything to him
He walks door to door for livelihood,
They dont walk to him to give life,
He is seeking life everyday,
Yet life does not seek him even one day
The beggar with rolling tears

Life like that of a beggar,
Love like that of a life,
Begging for the conditional love,
Do I have to beg your love?

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poem by Gaylord Munemo
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The Man in the Arena

The Man in the Arena

Find what you love, to that be true

Care less for what “they“ think of you.

Follow your internal muse

Dare to take risks and pay your dues.

Some such succeed and triumphs gain,

Others strive but all in vain.-

For both their place can never be

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poem by John F. McCullagh
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Nobody even dared him

Nobody even dared him
but Harry S Truman gave the command
to dropp two atomic bombs
in quick succession

while relaxing in his lounge chair
and the Enola Gay flew away
while Harry played with his grandchildren
to far off Hiroshima
and another bomber went to Nagasaki

and the people of those cities
were no longer there
had been obliterated in two blasts
with the intensity of exploding suns

with mushroom clouds rising in the air
right into the upper atmosphere
and two hundred and forty thousand
men, women and children

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poem by Gert Strydom
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One Of Johnny Howard's Forgotten

Like a piece of driftwood by the tide left on the beach to rot
She walks the streets of the slum end the one who is forgot
By the bureaucrats of Government they see those in poverty
As the people of the dead end who create their own reality.

The Government has been re-elected yesterday was voting day
And Johnny Howard remains as Prime Minister the voters had their say
To the middle class and to the wealthy class a hero Nationwide
And one who has greatly benefited out of the great social divide.

One of Johnny Howard's forgotten her tousled hair is gray
A woman in her sixties she has known a better day
Her Landlord raised the rent on her and now she must sleep rough
And life already on her it would seem quite hard enough.

The Government supporters are dancing in the street
As they wave their flags and buntings and victory is sweet
Yet in the World thousands are in poverty to every millionaire
And what have they to celebrate when life is so unfair.

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poem by Francis Duggan
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