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I Believe!
September 24, 2008, 7:42 pm
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How many times in life, we have come to a point when our belief in things starts diminishing? Some of you will say, several times! When we look at the world, there are thousands of burning issues which make us wonder about the futility of living. War, terrorism, famine, hurricanes, sight of hungry kids, sad faces of unemployed youths, failing economy, drama of politics, corruption etc are few of the many factors, which demoralizes us. What’s the solution? Well, the solution begins with self. Things will continue to be they are though we will always hope of a better world. Probably small contributions from each of us will be significant in changing few things for better.

Today, I am sharing this poem which manages to emphasize the importance of self-belief.

 

I’m Alive, I Believe In Everything

 

Self. Brotherhood. God. Zeus. Communism.

Capitalism. Buddha. Vinyl records.

Baseball. Ink. Trees. Cures for disease.

Saltwater. Literature. Walking. Waking.

Arguments. Decisions. Ambiguity. Absolutes.

Presence. Absence. Positive and Negative.

Empathy. Apathy. Sympathy and entropy.

Verbs are necessary. So are nouns.

Empty skies. Dark vacuums of night.

Visions. Revisions. Innocence.

I’ve seen All the empty spaces yet to be filled.

I’ve heard All of the sounds that will collect

at the end of the world.

And the silence that follows.

 

I’m alive, I believe in everything

I’m alive, I believe in it all.

 

Waves lapping on the shore.

Skies on fire at sunset.

Old men dancing on the streets.

Paradox and possibility.

Sense and sensibility.

Cold logic and half truth.

Final steps and first impressions.

Fools and fine intelligence.

Chaos and clean horizons.

Vague notions and concrete certainty.

Optimism in the face of adversity.

 

I’m alive, I believe in everything

I’m alive, I believe in it all.

 

Poem by- Lesley Choyce




Inspiration for Self-Liberty
September 18, 2008, 1:25 pm
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Inspiration series comes up with new themes and inspiring poems and pieces of literature every week. Social justice is one of the most talked about issue in world. Right from USA to Africa and Asia, equality and social justice is always talked about. Sometimes, it’s negotiated, some other times, it’s asked for and some other times, it’s fought for. This week’s theme includes a little known poem which talks about freedom of self and deserved equality for our inner world. Aptly titled ‘internal exile’, the poem emphasizes upon social welfare and freedom of self.  

 

Internal Exile

 

Although most people I know were condemned

years ago by Judge Necessity

to life in condos near a freeway exit

convenient to their twice-a-day commutes

through traffic jams to jobs that they dislike,

they didnt bury their heads in their hands

and cry, Oh no! when sentence was pronounced:

FORTY YEARS ACCOUNTING IN DULUTH!

or TENURE AT SOUTHWEST MISSOURI STATE!

Instead, they mumbled, not bad. It could be worse,

when the bailiff, Fate, led them away

to Personnel to fill out payroll forms

and have their smiling ID photos snapped.

And thats what they still mumble every morning

just before their snooze alarms go off

when Fluffy nuzzles them out of their dreams

of making out with movie stars on beaches.

They rise at five a.m. and feed their cats

and drive to work and work and drive back home

and feed their cats and eat and fall asleep

while watching Evening Newss fresh disasters-

blown-up bodies littering a desert

fought over for the last three thousand years,

and smashed-to-pieces million dollar houses

built on islands swept by hurricanes.

Its soothing to watch news about the places

where people are dying (literally) to live

when you live in a place with no attractions-

mountains, coastline, history-like here,

where none aspire to live, though many do.

A great place to work, with no distractions

is how my interviewer first described it

nineteen years ago, when I was hired.

And, though he moved the day that he retired

to his dream house in the uplands with a vista,

he wasnt lying-workings better here

than some misplaced attempt at having fun.

Is that the way it is where youre stuck too?

 

By- Richard Cecil



Inspiration for Anti-War
September 11, 2008, 2:11 pm
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Our inspiration series continues with diverse themes. This week the theme is of Anti-War. Several poems, articles and inspiring columns have been written by eminent writers and common people as well. War is one of the biggest tragedy faced by human beings. It causes of loss of monumental proportions. The poem I am sharing today was written against the war of USA and Iraq. Its heart-wrenching, to say the least.

 

Creating Patriots

 

 

They wrapped my son in the flag today

told him to pledge his allegiance

swear to not treason

all without reason

for the country that invaded another

the country of my mother

the CIA undercover

killing the man elected by another

mindset, quick-step, don??t step

on the red, white and blue

we say, yes, we can represent you

bring democracy to your country too

at the price of economic destruction

internal revolution

division of families

death and destruction

we will rebuild and empower a new leader

for all you decrepit, pathetic and ignorant people

we will repatriate, dominate

and take your natural resources

build gorgeous golf courses

occupy with no remorse

drink your wine, fuck your women

educate your children so they can be good Christians

not the heathen brethren the

God you love is not from our heaven.

 

 

They wrapped my son in the flag today

in an American classroom

under-funded and plundered

by the hypocrite war machine

an underpaid teacher, speaking rhetoric

the party line, stay on the line

don’t deviate, don’t question

for fear of retribution

in the form of pointed fingers

tongues wagging, tagging

you, you’re unpatriotic

clearly neurotic, a fucking liberal

who dares to speak out

dares to shout out

dares to stamp out

dares to be silenced.

 

 

 

They wrapped my son in the flag today

and on top of that now say he must pray

just a moment of silence to reflect on the day

write a letter to the troops to say hooray

who the hell are they to say

I am un-American.

Because at 8 years old

I don’t believe he should be told

what he cannot understand

and recite it with his right hand

on his heart as if that can protect

his mind.

  

By- Tina Borja



Inspiration for Freedom
September 4, 2008, 7:12 pm
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Last topic talked about importance of freedom of press. But before that, we can not ever think of not thinking about importance of freedom. It has been said that, nothing is more important to an individual than freedom. Freedom to live, freedom to sing, freedom of expressing his opinion, freedom of exercising his rights on the mother earth. Who better than our ancestors (who lived in slaved India) to testify this fact! I will share a poem emphasizing the importance of freedom in any individuals’ life.

 

Caged Bird

 

A free bird leaps

on the back of the wind

and floats downstream

till the current ends

and dips his wing

in the orange sun rays

and dares to claim the sky.

 

But a bird that stalks

down his narrow cage

can seldom see through

his bars of rage

his wings are clipped and

his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

 

The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.

 

The free bird thinks of another breeze

and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn

and he names the sky his own.

 

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

 

The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.

 

 

By- Maya Angelou




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