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Premature Outbursts Later To Be Cursed

On automatic are dramatics,
With performances begun.
Those combat addicts,
Choose to pick their fights...
To declare what they have won.

Only,
To find themselves birthing...
Premature outbursts,
Later...
To be cursed!

On automatic are dramatics,
With performances begun.
Those combat addicts,
Choose to pick their fights...
To declare what they have won.

Only,
To find themselves birthing...

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Like To Get It Before It's Gone

In the midst of the budding of a birthing Spring.
I stood at the edge of a forest green.
And sought a path to walk through,
When Summer made it.

And the bees would hum,
As the birds did sing.
While I did this one on one,
With Mother Nature doing her 'thing'.

In the midst of the budding of a birthing Spring.
I stood at the edge of a forest green.
And wanted these days to happen.

I love to walk through the park at dawn.
Just to see what's going on.
And breathing clean fresh air everywhere.

I like to get it before it's gone.
Before the noon is born.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Birthing Pains (Day Of Change)

world in turmoil... time of the end, or birthing pains?
peoples of all countries... common, everyday, honest,
hard working, dreaming... battling against the oppression
of the few, those who control, those who profit at the expense
of human life, without remorse! and now we can communicate!
we see each other, we hear each other, as if side by side,
in the battle for human dignity.
should there be hunger? should there be families without
shelter? should there be children without chance? can this
world continue with the elite having too much, and so many
people suffering? no!
birthing pains, a new world, a new day! a cohesive journey
taken together!
freedom demand equality, acceptance without prejudice,
and a fair distribution of what life has to offer! no free rides,
all working together! accepting the need for intelligent
questioning, and for diversity!
the voice of the peoples grows stronger, almost a roar!
it is the day of change!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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But also, it's a wonderful thing for children to see the birthing of puppies, to see nature at its best when it works and to have the experience of the puppies.

quote by Erika Slezak
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Birth Of A Tear

a single tear birth born in pain is a monument in meaning
shattered lifetimes of love may be salt tribute paid passing
a single tear fresh sprung in wake wonder new life birthing
a lifespan testament web in reason love pain purpose meaning

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Let's Be Human!

a new day dawning...
we dont know how difficult,
or how long the labor...
dont know how bad
the birthing pains...

but the time of change
is upon us!
let us work together with
diligence and determination,
to insure the change

is for the good!
we are the human race...
let's be human!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Bury Me Now!

bury me now,
at the feet of your freedom.
bury me now,
in the bowl of your hunger.
bury me now,
in the healing balm.
bury me now,
in the hand that comforts.
bury me now,
at the foot of the birthing bed.
bury me now,
in the march for peace.
bury me now,
let my body be the bridge.
bury me now,
and give names to the faces!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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With Voices Strong We Gave

never forget when frost cold chill night is over leave bidding
we had the words we sang dreams worth glorious freedom living
within our hearts with voices strong we gave in life rich giving
we stood upon our stage faced every rage in peace songs birthing
we drank our wine in toast to all life lessons fermenting nurturing

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Who Was Me?

A misbelief
breaks into rags.
Still I dream of some gods
on black pages

piecing together the words
of light. The rains come
in the cage of tears,
voicelessly.

Striated muscles of splintered faith
go to cramps birthing
the avatar
without a mother.

I will pick up now
nothingness
from the bounty of silence,
of a stunning question.

poem by Satish Verma
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No Vision Like A Clear Vision Given

There is no vision,
Like a clear vision given.
No high seems to satisfy as bright...
As that witness with cloudless Sunlight.

What a difference a day makes,
After breaking away to escape from delusions.

And in the morning when a yawn is released...
Free to experience dawn.
A birthing effect takes place next!
As if refreshed...
From the affect of a nurturing fast!
Leaving one alert and cleansed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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