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When people ask me why I am running as a woman, I always answer, ""What choice do I have?""

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When people ask me why I am running as a woman, I always answer, "What choice do I have?"

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When People Ask Me Where I Come From

I am just a peasant fellow without pretension to renown
But in some ways I feel lucky I was raised near Millstreet Town
And if anybody ask me where are you from anyway?
I tell them I come from Millstreet from a place called Claraghatlea.

Claraghatlea that sounds a strange name and where the hecks might Millstreet be?
I tell them a Town in North Cork inland distant from the sea
In green and fertile Duhallow with high mountains all around
Where you can view the finest scenery when you climb the higher ground.

Of Millstreet you paint a good picture but how do it compare to here?
We only read of wet Ireland where the skies are seldom clear
Not much point in pretty scenery if the weather's seldom fine
Give me Queensland and warm weather, golden beaches and sunshine.

With them I don't try to argue each to their own point of view
And what they read of Irish weather in some ways is partly true
But I have often been to Queensland and thought the climate hot and dry
And even in cooler Victoria risk of skin cancer is high.

When people ask me where I come from my heritage I don't deny
I tell them I come from Millstreet twelve thousand miles north as plane fly
Winter months were wet and frosty and in Spring some heavy showers
But from May onwards so much beauty, fields and gardens full of flowers.

It is Spring now in Victoria and today is such a pleasant day
And the grey shrike thrush is whistling in the wood across the way
it is almost perfect weather a high of twenty degrees
And the nestling birds are chirping in their nests high on the trees.

Wish today could last forever but wishing cannot make it be
In the Summer temperatures soar to a high of forty three
And this a cool part of Australia further north it's hot all year
And to some parts rain is a stranger and the drought can hit severe.

When people ask me where I come from west of Millstreet Town I say
In green and fertile Duhallow in a place called Claraghatlea
This Claraghatlea sounds such a strange name and where the hecks might Millstreet be?
I tell them by Clara mountain inland distant from the sea.

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People Ask Me

People ask me why do you cry!
With smiling faces they make fun
People ask me who is the one that you are crying for him all the time
I do notblame them, do you know why!
Because they never were in real love
They dont know how hurts the pain of losing the perfect love
People smile and admire for them the love is just a game begines and ends without pain
Oh people say the big girls never cry what a shame

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Lucille Clifton

Admonitions

boys
i don't promise you nothing
but this
what you pawn
i will redeem
what you steal
i will conceal
my private silence to
your public guilt
is all i got

girls
first time a white man
opens his fly
like a good thing
we'll just laugh
laugh real loud my
black women

children
when they ask you
why is your mama so funny
say
she is a poet
she don't have no sense

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Why Are You Running?

Why are you running so far, so fast?
What are you running from, may I ask?
I don't know, it's just something I must do
Those others are running, do you want to come too?

Why are you smoking so often, so deep
Surely that smoke stings your eyes, makes you weep
I don't know, it's just something I must do
Those others are smoking, do you want to smoke too?

You're all running, all smoking, but you don't know why
You just do it and do it, but it makes me cry
Because I don't like to see people themselves kill
When they don't know why but they do it still

(Sydney, Australia - 2003)

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When I Want To Ask God Why

Sometimes I reach the place in my life where I want to ask God why,
But then I am quickly but gently chided by The Holy Spirit inside.

For a grander plan is underway by God, who fills the earth and sky,
And I am but a tiny part of God's Eternal plan that won't be denied.

When the plans that I make and things that I do all seem to go awry,
Seeds of doubt seem to sprout as Satan again begins to whisper lies.

As Satan says God can not hear you now as He must of chose to hide,
The Holy Spirit gently tugs my heart and reminds me to simply abide.

For God's plans are to prosper me and to shelter me from any harm,
I simply need to trust His heart while I'm covered by His Mighty Arm.

For in the world Jesus had prophesied that I would have tribulation,
That is why He said to stay occupied while I wait for His Salvation.

For Satan's only purpose in my life is to cause me much undue alarm,
And at this point God's loving care causes Satan's demons to disarm.

So when the trials and tribulation in my life seem to be magnified,
I remember as Christ was crucified He wasn't defeated but Glorified.

Jesus is now in Eternal Glory and indwelt with His power up on high,
He exemplified His power and sent The Spirit, Who now dwells inside.

And my heart won't be troubled if I trust in God, who's all knowing,
Who's coming back, to take me home, for I know where I am going.

(Copyright © 05/2003)

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When You Ask Whether I Am Okay

when you ask that question
many things come into my mind too

'are you okay? ' such strikes my mind
and i retort
with 'why do you ask? '

we live in a mirror world
we project

who we are
what we are
where are we going?

your loneliness mirrors
mine
you reflect light
to my mirror

i like to shine like diamond
but i am not

i am dawn fading
and the day does not recognize me

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When I Ask Her If She Likes To Write Poetry

when i ask her
if she likes to write poetry
she says
she does not like to go
naked

and when i ask her if
she likes to read poetry
she answers
with clarity
and with the directness
of a cold stare
at a high temperature
of her heyday

neither do i like to
see naked people
bathing on a sunny beach

she prefers living
in her own privacy

inside the discreet pages
of her diary

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‘And ask ye why these sad tears stream?’

'And ask ye why these sad tears stream?'

‘Te somnia nostra reducunt.’
OVID.

And ask ye why these sad tears stream?
Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping?
I had a dream–a lovely dream,
Of her that in the grave is sleeping.

I saw her as ’twas yesterday,
The bloom upon her cheek still glowing;
And round her play’d a golden ray,
And on her brows were gay flowers blowing.

With angel-hand she swept a lyre,
A garland red with roses bound it;
Its strings were wreath’d with lambent fire
And amaranth was woven round it.

I saw her mid the realms of light,
In everlasting radiance gleaming;
Co-equal with the seraphs bright,
Mid thousand thousand angels beaming.

I strove to reach her, when, behold,
Those fairy forms of bliss Elysian,
And all that rich scene wrapt in gold,
Faded in air–a lovely vision!

And I awoke, but oh! to me
That waking hour was doubly weary;
And yet I could not envy thee,
Although so blest, and I so dreary.

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You Ask Me, Why, Tho' Ill at Ease

You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease,
Within this region I subsist,
Whose spirits falter in the mist,
And languish for the purple seas.
It is the land that freemen till,
That sober-suited Freedom chose,
The land, where girt with friends or foes
A man may speak the thing he will;
A land of settled government,
A land of just and old renown,
Where Freedom slowly broadens down
From precedent to precedent:

Where faction seldom gathers head,
But by degrees to fullness wrought,
The strength of some diffusive thought
Hath time and space to work and spread.

Should banded unions persecute
Opinion, and induce a time
When single thought is civil crime,
And individual freedom mute;

Tho' Power should make from land to land
The name of Britain trebly great--
Tho' every channel of the State
Should fill and choke with golden sand--

Yet waft me from the harbour-mouth,
Wild wind! I seek a warmer sky,
And I will see before I die
The palms and temples of the South.

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When they ask me my beloved

When they ask me my beloved,
How can I still love you so strong?
I tell them how can I forget
The only one who gave me the tender love and the strength To fly higher then the skies above
Where my soul always finds his love.
Even if he is gone, i confess
Still my soul flies there to take a rest
From the abject truths of the life
And how people do you want me to forget
Dont you know that once you feel the real love There is nowhere to run away to escape

When they ask me how can I love
The one who destroyed the meaning of love
What can I do when the love itself is selfish and blind
How can I forget the only one
Who raised my soul up
And with him I touched the higher skies
I flied with him to land of the love
There upon behind the blue skies once
And there our souls made love
When you fall there's no place to run to escape love
So I choose the love dough it hurts some times But he is the reason I still survive
Only one who can take me even in my dreams
To the paradise that I cant breath without
Everytime that he comes to my mind
I fly to him there the hidden place on the sky
Where we all lovers meet our love ones there
Even when they are gone!

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When People Feed On Their Hypocrisies

With violence marketed in a society that bleeds...
Why are the people,
Questioning evil deeds?
With little toy guns under Christmas trees.
Videos advocating enemies...
Sold at hundreds of dollars to please.
And leaders seeking 'victories'
Where there is clearly none!
Why are the people remaining shocked and stunned?
When the events of the day...
Should have long been ushered away.

With decadence and lowlife,
Praised as a standard lived.
Why are the people...
Disturbed by undisciplined children.
With those protecting them,
From the acts they do and things they did?

Why is ignorance like this,
Dismissed as creations they did not invent?
When addictions presenting...
A condoning done with their consent!

When people feed on their hypocrisies,
And denial of their ways.
Why do they see themselves as sane?
And those who criticize the obvious...
As the ones who speak of lofty gains.
From liberal minds having spines that are weak.
And labelled are they,
To be idealistically crazed!

What medicated intoxication...
Indoctrinated,
Would leave those astounded,
In reactions that amaze?

While a darkness slowly dims sunlight.
To cover eyes already clouded,
By a blightness those blinded appear to invite!
With a sharing of ignorance...
That induces excitement.
As they dress to impress...
To welcome the coming of bleak days,
They await to celebrate in a daze unphased.

'What are they doing? '

Cheering the demise of the Sun!

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When People Rode Bicycles

Do you remember
When people rode bicycles
All throughout China
But now it is overrun
By petrol guzzling beasts

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Simple Observation #68 - When People Play With Fire

When people play with fire someone’s likely to get burnt
and from that experience something will surely be learnt.

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When You Ask Me To Utter The Words

when you ask me to utter the words

i love you

i only say yes, the three letters mean a lot
to me they must only be said once the rest

who must say them over and over again shall
only be my kisses, my hugs, my way of making love

with you morning noon and nighttime
till death do us part

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When people die

When people die
They are planted like seeds
That will grow
When the spring rains come
But we never do
The rains can not raise us
We just lay there rotting
Smelling of decay flesh
But on the anniversary of our death
We bloom again in the mind
And some recall the time
That we walked within our skin.

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The Tears Of The Sky

I love the tears of the sky
When I ask myself why
I can reply
That I don't like the day dry
Otherwise I'll cry
Down I'll lie
Because of hunger I'll die

I really love it available
And in my heart it's acceptable
Since it brings something palatable
Other people say it's horrible
In my heart it's unbelievable

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I Ask Myself Why

Yesterday she committed suicide

Barrier tape everywhere,
What did she have to fear?
She felt life had nothing to offer her,
Her feelings just a blur,


The police men came,
To pick up her remains,
She had her fifteen minutes of fame
For all the wrong reasons

Tortured, Tormented, Tragic,
Life held no magic
For her
Yesterday she committed suicide
I ask myself why.

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Dont Ask Me Why

(words & music by wise - weisman)
Ill go on loving you
Dont ask me why
Dont know what else to do
Dont ask me why
How sad my heart would be
If you should go
Though youre not good for me
I want you so
Its not the kind
Of love I dream about
But its the kind
That I cant live without
Youre all Im longing for
Dont say good-bye
I need you more and more
Dont ask me why
I need you more and more
Dont ask me why

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A Case Of Moving On

The pains of life
are etched across my face,
no longer do I find satisfaction
in some of the things I have done,
and instead all I find is despair.
When I ask myself why
I get no answer there,
only that I should move on,
find pastures green and new.
Let the past fade away,
turn my life around,
discard all the baggage
of the life I once knew,
seek something more pleasurable
and easier on the eyes.
It’s not a case of running away,
but a case of moving on.

4 August 2008

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