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AND IT SHALL COME TO PASS..
By Ken Hartford
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If I admit responsibility
For the life that comes my way,
Then I feel I own my body,
But that is just to say
I take my responsibility
For giving it some care
And that might apply to everyone
And to everything everywhere.
It will become my privilege
To serve as best I can
Every child and every woman
As well as every man.
And that is why I'm living
With Creation as a whole,
So possession leads to passing
To a child to own their goal.
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For owning is possessing
For a short time on this earth;
Just possibly a hundred years
To obscurity from birth,
But in that time a child becomes
An essential of the whole,
Passing on the gift of life
As the horse does to the foal.
So do not waste your talents
Whatever they may be,
For it will come to pass that they
May well be given free
To care about another's life
Less fortunate than yours,
For every day there comes a time
To find some open doors
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Which lead to opportunities
To own, not just possess;
To recognize when asked to act
The answer could be "Yes".
The choice may be to pass or keep;
Possess or give away.
So, is it best to die next year,
Or choose to live today?
Copyright ©November 2003 Ken Hartford
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Poetry - Spirit of Woody Guthrie
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By Patrick Henry
These voices rising to a tremulous high C.,
Sad as a song created by old Woody G.,
Who long searched the home of the brave for the land of the free,
But found it's only left deep inside you and me.
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Poetry - "I'm Doing Life", by Shelly D.
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I don't do happy,
I don't do laughter,
I'm not easy going or relaxed,
I'm not careful or carefree,
I don't go with the flow I'm not laid back,
I'm doing life.
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Poetry - The Egotist By Cilla
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Tell me I'm great
Tell me I'm good
If you were a real friend
I'm sure that you would.
And why not be friends?
You're so good for me
But only when you tell
What I want to see ..
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Poetry - Equal Amongst Giants (Edinburgh Literature Festival) and Night Driving in American Werewolf Country.
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by Oz Hardwick
I paid my money, listened attentively,
clapped politely, filed out slowly,
stood (vaguely embarrassed), waited in line
with book at the ready to meet The Author.
I asked him to sign my favourite chapter,
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Poetry - Girls (for Rebecca and Ellen) and Pilot
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By Nigel Walker
Girls, girls
slow down !
I don't know what to write.
It will take one hundred hours
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just to say how I feel about
the sound of your feet on the stairs.
Each morning you are a fresh oyster prised.
The crash of tsunami. The prow of a hunting ship.
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Poetry - Electronic Liars.com
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By Darren Sant
You electronic cheating liars,
Words are your funeral pyres,
Words so silky smooth,
What is it you are trying to prove?
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Poetry - For those who lay dying.
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by Lee Cassanell
Sign me up
I'm off to war
I want to kill and fight
Please drop me on that desert floor
Let me join the side of right
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Poetry - Frendship By Tabatha
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If I wasn't always there
would u still know I cared
when life goes on
we all have to be strong
for every fight
we need all our might
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Poetry - This is 'ull, not Manhattan
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By Jane Foster
This is 'ull, not Manhattan.
Where you could feed a whole family of six
For a month,
For half the price of a Jimmy Choo shoe.
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