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Unknown

your quest

gold hidden in the rugged earth
upon which lay your quest
yet murky and turbid is the dew
that is harvested in a cup of sand
your weakness never sets
over the parch and scorching heat
nor will your strength
ever laid to rest
until you will run out
of your sweats
you will want to know
deep within your heart
why all this land
is covered with blood
and yet the world lay witness
and mightily unconcerned
to its naked plight

your mind will never fathom
why the rift is burning strong
so you will keep on digging
until you reach the bottom
hoping it will lay bare
all the reasons,
that this blood covered land
is a conflict no more
in the mighty difference
of white and black color
but the gap of those
who have and who don't

the question is...will man ever learn
how to vanish indifference?
give those that have not
and even out the earth's wealth
so revolt will not explode?

perhaps nobody really cares...
you are alone, abandoned
in this quest...buried
in a drifting sand
stained with ruthlessness
by the greed of human hand
glued forever
in human blood.
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Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
Inspired by a blog about poverty from Africa, and all over the world that is suffering with poverty and hunger.


Thanks all for your read and comments.
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Nuwahri61

My ANZAC

My grandfather who art in heaven
Victor French be his name
Fought for this country like many more
Gallantly with no shame

To protect the souls an aussie goals
He always had in mind
Fallen comrades an mates
He tried not to leave behind

With gunnedah blood he did shrug
All hurdles in his way
A seargeant in the army
He led from day to day

But wars of life are not a game
For death is everywhere
Priceless pawns moved into place
To fight for what they care

History is an will always be
Of many untold stories
Brave men gone to war to set you free
Not to seek the glories

For war has no glory
As too much suffering there will be
Lives lost at such a cost
The fee to be free

For my grandfather i have said
An ANZAC through an through
Raise your glass tip your hat
A proud aussie .....True Blue
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
In recognition of Anzac day an my grandfathers contribution 'lest we forget'
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lindsyjonesonline today!

silence

Should we keep our minds

Unspoken

So the world thrives

In ignorance

Or should we undo

our silence

So the corrupt

Ends their arrogance?
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
Must we stand up and expres how we feel about things that are making us uncomfortable?

I do. If it's for the betterment of humanity, I will not forgo any chances that solicits change.

Thanks All for your reads and comments
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orientalkoru

Yankee's "40 words" challenge...

Fast that you may know
how hunger transforms you
Sleep on pavements, experience
no roof nor for your butt a soft bed
Turn off taps, shower not!
Feel what's like having
no water to drink or wash!
Maybe you'll understand!
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
I have no idea if this will cut it Yankee but I'm fuelled still by what's happening in my home country. To show respect to the victims I've not posted anything on social media except sharing posts about what's going on...and what people and places are doing, big or small, to help...or at least understands the plight of the victims. I am disheartened that a lot of my own people are rampant in posting "look at me I'm beautiful" or "look at my stuff" kind of photos. I wrote a poem to express my dismay.. from which I extracted the 40 words I have submitted for your challenge.. Thanks for the opportunity...
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Unknown

senseless world

Bloodied pool of life
Nourished by forces of evil
In a senseless world
Where remorse is stacked
In a pile of dead emotions.

We are facing a war
Far deadlier than the brutalities
And mutilation
Guns and missiles can cause
It is our lack of strenght
To stand against such strangulation.

This is the indifference of the soul
The mind's submission to defeat
The heart blocked by the pains
Of desertions and abandonment
Hanging on our shoulders,
Dead cold and retreat.

There is a hope, a big one,
It can begin now!
Get up and unite, carry your courage
Join the many and seek more to make an impact
With determination and commitment
Step up in the front line and join hands.

We can do it. Senseless world no more
No one will do it for us. Are you kidding me?
The wealthy will buy our silence. Fast.
The cost? Your freedom. Yours and mine
So either you grab the money and run-

Or all of us, the poor and the lowly
Be united, be forceful, committed
For the clean up, our world badly needs.


Before it's too late.
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
Thank you all for your reads. And comments.

SR
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weemick1960

Daddy Come Home

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Daddy you have gone,
Left mamma and me all alone.
You went across a mighty sea,
With all your company.
Daddy I do pray for you,
That you shall all come through.
In safety to come home,
We Love you Daddy we feel alone.

Together shall we watch the eagle fly?
Shall It make lazy circles In the sky?
You told me as long as the eagle does fly high,
Our America shall never die.

Daddy you walked so sadly away,
I did cry when you could not see.
You went off to fight for liberty,
So that people they could be free.
Oh daddy I'm crying once again,
I promise to stop but only when.
You come walking through our front door,
My heart shall return forever more.

Together shall we watch the eagle fly?
Shall It make lazy circles In the sky?
You told me as long as the eagle does fly high,
Our America shall never die.

Daddy I am so proud of you,
You're so brave to do what you do.
Fight so bravely to the stars and stripes be true,
All come back my daddy especially you.
Daddy all I ask Is that you be a soldier brave,
Please don't stay In some strange land within a grave.
Come home soon to mamma and me,
Once you give these strangers liberty.

Together shall we watch the eagle fly?
Shall It make lazy circles In the sky?
You told me as long as the eagle does fly high,
Our America shall never die.

With the stars and stripes to lead you on,
May your hearts be staunch and strong.
Marching ever onward strong and proud,
The country behind you one heart beating loud.
Our hopes are with you every single day,
All you brave soldiers straight Into the fray.
Onward ever onward no retreat,
Sons and daughters of the eagle come back with victory or defeat

Come home soon all of you, especially you daddy.
I Love you.
Mamma sends her Love too.
Bye Daddy.

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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
This piece speaks for Itself really.
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darkhorse555

micks challange wave of green

An ancient story
from the emerald isle
the jewel of every
Irish heart treasured
unwrapping it's beauty
waves of green
descent a
world over
spilling onto
the streets
like a tidal wave

Core of our ancestors
plucking them straight
from the ground
a little scarce
this year
gathering myself
a right
glorious bunch

Taking them home
a feeling
of great pride
as I wash them clean
plucking dead
ones out
putting the cleaned shamrocks
in a glass
as taught down
from my guardian parents

Come our saints day
I will have a massive
great bunch
knowing i could
sell a big chunk
to a few friend smiling
with spare ones
left at home
depending on
the demand
laughing out loud

With reverence
to our great
Saint Patrick
on our day
of green
who banished
the serpents
from our soil

His story
is truly magical
amongst the Irish
sparkling shamrocks
the blessed trinity
a tale of lore
he appeared
in Tir Na Og
meaning in English
land of forever young

Our true Irish flag
is the harp and shamrock
dating back to the Fianna
warriors of a king
he is Paddy
and i am one
very proud patron

On this wave
of green rises
for our great Saint
raising my glass
three cheers
drowning Paddies shamrock
in good style
hail glorious
Saint Patrick
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Posted: Mar 2014
About this poem:
happy st patricks day everyone
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Unknown

My land is my home

A land of open spaces
Beautiful beaches spectacular places
A land unique in nature
Rich from the gifts mother nature gave her
A land of possibility
To live here you can be truly free
A land of mixed faces
There are souls from all different places
A land where the weather shines bright
The sunshine can fill your spirit to new heights
A land young in its settling
Therefore many a place still untouched and pristine
A land of greatness in its ability to give
For those who here are lucky enough to live
A land of endless outdoor activities
The mind boggles at the possibilities
A land with rainforrest mountains and snow
Beaches so isolated only few will ever go
Desert so vast in its sheer size
To travel these places they will always surprise
Rivers so vast they seem endless
Forrest so deep it's a real wilderness
Her land so old she has many stories to be told
If nothing else come visit let the beauty unfold
No matter where I shall travel to
This land is my home to return I will always do
This land is like no other
This land is

Australia
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Posted: Mar 2013
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darkhorse555

swinging with beauty

well hello there
can i take
your spare thoughts
in the air
of your mind
standing a picture
one beauty of
a rose blossoming

hands outstretched
kneeling holding
your soft hand
tenderly kissing fingertips
each fluttering heartbeat
swooning across skies
resisting lips
ruby red
with desire

bowing gracefully
humbling meeting
such a beautiful soul
teardrops dew
sun shining loves
jewels smiling raindrops
coloring lights rainbow

happiness tarzan
beating upon
the chest
echoing drumbeats
i will wait
for you jane
within the jungle
of honey baby
golden beautiful
in our life
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Posted: May 2014
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lindsyjonesonline today!

War, is it really the answer?

Your future hangs
on a seamless lines of hopes
to make up for the torrid
love affair of morning and night
of a dream that seems to dwell
on all your sorrows
on a life you wish you had
up until now.


Your child that has yet to be born
on a future of uncertainties
you built your strength
on their hopes that their years
will count for generations
unlike you..
it has to end right here
among the shadows of
torment and hopelessness
in a foreign land
where you haven't even have a clue
on how they spell, write and say
"i love you".


But you knew, as you were
facing the front lines
of whose sides you would stand on
their truth or yours, like
it makes a difference
knowing it will be right...
this war that divides
whose supposed to have
the truth of who's wrong and who
is more deserving to be right,
but...


Did you know?
those whose lives, ransomed
for freedom to make you a hero?
felt the same sentiments and hopes?
the same aspirations and ambitions?
same pains and sorrows
and like all of us,
they, too, have a heart,
have a soul that is pierced
by the bullet of hatred
we sustained in believing
that their death is our
prize for freedom.


Is it?

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Posted: Sep 2016
About this poem:
For those involved in wars for the intention of world peace...My respect to all of you whose lives had been pawned for such cause..history shows thousands of wars were fought and millions of lives lost, is the world any better?
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