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Let there arise out of you a band of people inviting to all that is good, enjoining what is right, and forbidding what is wrong: They are the ones to attain felicity


    some poems

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    some poems Empty some poems

    Post  Guest Sun Apr 26, 2009 6:15 am


    Hello All
    Hope u enjoy these nice poetries


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    My friend

    When I am hurt
    I tell you my pain
    When I am lost
    You are there to show me the way
    When times seem to get rough
    You some how seem to show up
    We might not get along but we try the best we can
    But no matter what we always seem to get throw the bad times
    I hope we remain friends
    Even when the road starts to end
    Lets stay friends like we were from the start
    And I mean every word from the heart


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    Choices

    Why must one have so many choices. . .. . .. . ..?
    I sit, sit, and sit listening to my own voices
    I can't ever make up my mind
    I always feel myself in a bind
    At times I think I know what I want
    Then I realize my life is not written in that font
    I go to someone and ask for advice
    It seems every time it comes with some sort of price
    The people I ask are the people that care
    The rest of them aren't even aware
    Lately there's one choice that's constantly in my head
    It seems so hard, kinda like a hotel room bed
    Some people think they understand
    Where I am coming from its in my own hand
    While all these choices are floating around
    I'll just wait and think, maybe with my head in the ground
    The choices are so great, the choices are so far
    I figure now I'll live one day at a time, and live it up to par.
    Why must one have so many choices. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . ..?

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    I have a dream

    "I have a dream", he said
    as sweat came falling from his head
    I listened, anxious, hanging on his every word
    The people were quiet so this black rev. could be heard
    "All men are created equal", I heard him say
    But I doubted it on this day
    For the past week, month, and year
    We were forced to run, to fear
    How could there be equality in the land
    While hate has ruled with iron hand?
    All of a sudden there was a real loud bang
    And to this day no one knows from whom the bullet sang
    Everything was like slow mo
    When I saw the pastor go
    He fell down with a biff
    His body was cold and was stiff
    We tried to help but it was too late
    Cause he was already at the gate
    In the shadows we were livin'
    Until to us our rights were given

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