America of Yesterday

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Give me your tired, your poor,Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,I lift my lamp beside the golden door!An excerpt from Emma Lazarus famous poem The New Colossus

MercyGateAmerica needs no doctrines, but mercyIt needs compassion, no more smug conceitIt needs refinement in things that made itAmerica the great exceeding the ages

The forces within that make it crumbleWith careless reflections on historys pastMake no provision for historys hope

The columns of freedom begin to falter

The worm beneath them gorged on its spoilsMeant to endure for epochs of timeNow not considered, estranged tomorrowMuch less to prolong the founders legacy

With ardor they strived to build a better lifeFor self and those that would embraceThe values of freedom, mercy and graceWhich made this nation home of the braveJoseph Luxums poem Home of the Brave

The complete poem by Emma Lazarus The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fameWith conquering limbs astride from land to land;Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall standA mighty woman with a torch, whose flameIs the imprisoned lightning, and her nameMother of Exiles. From her beacon-handGlows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes commandThe air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame,Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp! cries sheWith silent lips. Give me your tired, your poor,Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

Almighty BuckAfter the financial crash and the ensuing recession

Hear a thunder hear a roarTheres a raging going on


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Depths of heart one curbs and blocksAt depths of soul one scorns and laughsTimeless treasure chest, but under a lock

Unaccounted for unlike the almighty buck

Hear a cry hear a sobTheres an orphan, all aloneYour daily trash, your overflowLeft by the calloused anger-clenched fistsBy souls and hearts that beat amiss

Tears he drinks and sorrows he eats

I spread my arms and call the meekPerhaps theyll hear and then retreatFrom vein pursuits the newfound belief:

The full must get fuller the poor must get poorerNot so, for all that one gained goes now amuck

Like the preeminent and most adored almighty buck

WhenTormentBeginsWhen torment begins new comforts providedWhen suffering breaks out you cannot fight itBut gently fall, like a leaf... on the silky pillowcaseEase you pain beside the fire or... in the fireplace

There is your escape unknown to your kinTo scholars of the unknown skilled in the unseenThey wont find you there no matter what the ployFire burns and kills, but not all, for you its to enjoyThe wicked fries and shrinks in painThe righteous basks and welcomes the flameThe hidden truth is found in wind and thunder,In tempest, in time of need, in thirst and hungerWhen wicked laughs and bends in scornThe righteous fills his barns with cornNew wine and bread grace his white spreadGolden lamp, purple, blue, scarlet and redThey mix with sparks of bright golden lampThe golden goblet runs over with wineNever savored, exquisitely refined and its mineThe chalice is mine the table and spreadThose barns of corn and plenty of breadAre now legally mine forever more!The Maker reached my hearts deepest coreI have increased, an impressive feat


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Who cares to gauge it with yards and feetThe compass of bliss, happiness and joy?Unending life keeps knocking on my doorBringing me comfort of things to comeThat back door of death soon I'll overcome

TheLonged ForDreamLove Poem. Love poems are not rational at all, often they are born in a half awake, half asleep state of mind.

The night has fallen, heavy garment wrapped the earthMoon is climbing hidden ladder reaches zeniths plankHearing footsteps of its master, dawn, its fiercest foeStars begin to fade away mountain peaks begin to glowMesmerized and frozen still, spears of light and spears of heatLike an army of one mind, mighty, violent as with one heartbeat...My tranquil sea is now disturbed; this peaceful garment suns razor rips

A burst of passion, in righteous rage I seek to block oppressors whipsI raise my hands and raise my voice, the whip has fallenSo did my voice

The clock just struck, moon hid its face my dream is stolen Ive got no choiceBut run to you my sweetest one and hide my souls despairing wantsOf love so tender and soul so pure I dare not speak corrupting wordsSmall for articulation, too weak to make sense, too distant for embraceId rather feel, enjoy your touch; time is then lost; love takes its place.Love is the beat and rhythm of life where would I be without its song?Where shall I hide my weary soul but in loves arms, gentle yet strong.Oh let me bathe you my sweetest dove in love too deep for words sublimeLet night and day now mix together and let two threads become one twineStrong and secure; one heartbeat; one pulse; one vision and thought.Fill our cup with brand new wine till toverflows and spills abroadTo those who long for liberation and those who dream for exaltationIn what the Maker had in His mind before the world and its foundationLet me explode and take you along this path so dangerous and unexploredYet known to me in measure divine. My soul is different... I know its lotMy mission begins, new chapter enfolds and you are the one He chose to astoundSo take my hand and never let go. Come and lets like eagles spread wings and mountSoaring on high, with steadying winds; our flight is on; the time has arrivedMy Sabbath rest has finally come, my pride is gone, the wrong the right...

No one is hurt and no one despairs. I rest in Him who knows the fightHis will is my sail and I am that boat sailing the ocean wherever He blowsThe earth is quiet, sky rests in peace, ocean is calm; my fight is a lossMy loves awakened and now longs for your touch with thumping heartIncense and myrrh mixed with new spice; rare is our love a gift divineRare are these feelings and thoughts in my mind, as in a daze, without a frightI do surrender to ways from above and fight no more or disagree. I let it beI fall and die, dissolved and blending with spirit realm still distant, yet real


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But it comes closer, knocks on my door beckons my heart and lets me inChambers of velvet, scarlet and wool, now stripped of its garmentIs the longed for dream.

AngelssingLove Poem. Falling in love is one thing staying that way is another, but poetry can be like a medicine helping one to staystricken.

Angels sing! Church bells ring!I have fallen in love and sing!Clouds smile! Earth, beat your drum!Sun dance! Wind whistle and hum!The melody and harmony of loveWhat I have received is a gift from above!God's love became flesh and blood!Tell me whats wrong and what is right!

Can time stand still without a fight?I blend with You and with your lightDarkness is forsaken and gone in frightYes time stands still upon the hillIt makes no alarm and makes no drillFor its been made for joy and thrillSun tarries now and seeks its fillIt drags its feet throws glances with a sighIt lows me sweet kisses and says good byeI hear its sobs with rainbows all aroundTeardrops now fall, but just from one cloudDarkness could not erase them or destroy

They linger still sharing in my joyThey sing the newly born songThey join and march with the happy throngOf like victims suns smiles deprivedBut not forsaken, like me set apartFor glory and honor, quality divineWithout tears this honor could never be mineTears come and go and they are driedI spread my wings. I soar and glideIm climbing mountains for some too highThe night, the tears, the pain and sigh

I left behind this old worn-out garmentI don on me the new purple and scarletThe royal feast is now called up; I hear the clatterMy comforts now served on a golden platter.

SilentprayerLove Poem. One can be lost in a dream world, but no one can pass a judgment on such except the one who is in it.


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Silent prayer has gone out among shadows and trembling leaves...Giant bell rung somber sound, moonlight dancing on sad treesHowling dogs... a burst of laughter, a whiff of grass... a silent heapHappy creek plays with its pebbles makes them sing and weepI am lost and not aware that a prayer has left my soul

Piercing sky like a shooting star traveling to God's throneMy dove awakes like in a dream then seeks to kiss my lipsMy mouth is moistened with desire but distance plays its tricksPicked by wind and wrapped in moonlight angels carry youThey bring you closer to feast my eyes then disappear, without a clueI yearn for their return but they keep playing with my time, I wonder why?Clatter of wings... my gift comes nearer, my love's awakened, intensified.Silent prayer has gone out... the night's gone, it's time to beholdI'm lost in a dream and expectation, pages turn, new chapter to enfoldNow wind is rushing to my aid and helps to show the real youI read the pages and rejoice. My love is real... the gift is too.

SweetLittleLiesSarcasm can wake someone up. Asking for lies is just a way of telling man to make girl/woman feel good. But once thishoney jar is opened one may have to keep it up.

Tell me sweet little liesMake me feel goodTell me words in disguiseThat pamper and sootheTell me sweet little liesDispel my gloom

Soap me up even patronizeBathe me in your sweet perfumeTell me sweet little liesDont you hold no utteranceSay them all with sighsLike in a dream or in a tranceTell me sweet little liesAnd do not tell a fewI lower the blinds and close my eyesI will believe that they are all trueNow time elapsed since sweet lies were told

Torrential floods invaded the tranceLike hungry wolfs broke into a foldDevoured sheep and little lambsA lie embraced the other liesLike chain they followed down the trailsThey have descended from mountain highsInto deep valleys of fairytalesThere they embraced to comfort each other


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Sweet little nothings were now greatly missedOnce turned into motion they nag and botherSoon they will holler with raised up fist:Make sweet little lies true! You promised!

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