What Voice? ...

On this World Voice Day
It's a duty of us all
A pause for reflecting
Thanking the Creator
And all those who gave
And those who keep giving
Their voice for Love
For their wishes for Peace
And for the deepest Lament!
It's the voice of the Humanist
It's the voice of the Actor
It's the voice of the Poet
It's the voice of every Artist
It's the voice of the Scientist
The voice of the voiceless
And the voice of those able to voice it
Yet... they're deprived of doing so
And it doesn't reach us
As it would be fair, though!

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poem by Maria C. Costa
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Beyond Eden

Green leaves tap at my window like lost souls.
I trace their signatures upon the glass.
Dawn is only a few quatrains away.
I memorize the fragrance of spring rain.

It takes me back beyond Eden, my friends
Where Adam brushed the first tear from Eve's eye.
Stripped of their innocence, how could they know?
The last grief would be soothed by God himself.

Somewhere deep in the hills, a lyric bird
Sings of the poignancy of humanness.
The ever freshness of that ancient sound
Brings back the sun that shone aeons ago.

Sandra Fowler, copyright,2010

poem by Sandra Fowler
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When I feel you soft and hot under me

When I feel you soft and hot under me
and I loose myself in you
and we are long part of each other
and your cries and the look in your eyes
touches the depths of my humanness.

We are caught at a place
were minute’s turns into eternity
and on the rim of a wave,
that just becomes bigger and more intense
while it hangs trembling
as if it’s never going to break.

The world about us goes on with its own way
and later the wind is cool on me
and your head lies on my chest
and your hair tickles my face,
while you fingers string through mine
and life feels wonderful and right.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Words On Conceptual Poetry

ideas are machines which drive you into the world of uncreative manifesto which is new creative creation rising out of life full of pain you cannot express os you cannot be depressed or yopu cannot be impressed you become a machine trained by society and community around you but the only thing you can do is cultivate you ideas to be a n uncreative poet to lead a proactive humanistic person
let's write conceptual poems.
let' create uncreative writing practised by social construction.
let's make poems out of our intuitive potential.

poem by Nyein Way
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MONEY DOES MAKE A DIFFERENCE...by talile ali

MONEY CAN'T BUY HAPPINESS BUT
MONEY DOES MAKE A DIFFERENCE
WHEN ADDING UP THE DOLLARS AND CENTS
IT TAKES CARE OF A LOT OF LIFE'S EXPENSE

YOU DIDN'T COME INTO THE WORLD WITH INSIGHT
INTO SOMEONES MASTER PLAN
TO ENSLAVE EVERY LIVING HUMAN
TO A SINGLE THING THAT WAS AN EXPENSE

CREDIT AND DEBT ARE THE FANGS
OF THIS VAMPIRE WHO MOLEST
YOUR LAST STRANDS OF HUMANNESS
TYING UP ALL OF YOUR MENTAL HANDS

ITS ALL BEEN DONE WITH MIRRORS
ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS USE YOUR OWN
TO REFLECT BACK ALL THAT YOU HAVEN'T THROWN
AWAY

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poem by Talile Ali
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The Dead

These there were, who lost their everything.
Gave all! And left the earth a vaster sphere
In memories: a song or two to sing,
Some takes to tell, some thoughts to think,
more near
To humanness by death, and blood of death
Than life itself, which in the passing hence
Enriched the world with an awakened breath,
And fled no longer nameless form the sense.
‘Twas not the shed of blood, but fearless mirth
that set a wondrous pattern to the earth.
And these,, - within a corner that is theirs,
Are laid in smiling peace – a rich content.
The pain has been – the glory is. Old cares
Have dropped, and left no drooping wonder –
ment.

poem by Leon Gellert
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Q & A of November,2011

what is 'democrative'?

working definition: an adjective modifying nouns of variation in a
sentence within a paragraph or verse in poetry which is a participatory
theme in a book or thesis or poem or an essay or literary genre.

ideals: the highest freedom with responsibilities, reflecting highest
independent and humanistic zone even in time of crisis.it is just
the sparking abstractions!

Sometimes questions are not to be answered but to be provocative
upon the readers.
The multi-disciplinary poet tries to fix things up hower confused they
have been through times.

poem by Nyein Way
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I got to be free,

I got to be free,
I got to be free,
Either way I must say that the World is seen through a Mirror,
There are reason's that we are living with freedom,

Watch this World and see what people do,
See that there are no god's in man,
Just see the news and believe it,
Can you see what you cannot believe?
Probably yes,
This is what I perceive,
Looking at the World today,
Many die and fall into traps,

I got to be free and see reasoning and passion,
My passion for writing was a Spiritual Significance,
That we need to climb a ladder,
That will prevail in Humanistic term's.

poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Fictitiousness

A creation to celebrate holidays,
To worship in praise a fictitiousness...
Symbolized with images raised.
Is immediately given focused attention.
With a giving of days to emulate a cherished pride

However...
Heated debates to end disparaties,
And hatred on a daily basis...
Affecting people with such atrocities,
Are not prioritized as a humanistic need...
To end them with an immediacy that is eminent.

But an animation of talking rodents,
Doing their best to survive...
Will not leave a dry eye to eventually cry as if,
A touching of an emotion...
Has come to affect their consciousness.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This is no simple reform. It really is a revolution. Sex and race, because they are easy, visible differences, have been the primary ways of organizing human beings into superior and inferior groups, and into the cheap labor on which this system still depends. We are talking about a society in which there will be no roles other than those chosen,or those earned. We are really talking about humanism.

quote by Gloria Steinem
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1's And 0's

Strange.
This choking desperation
gnawing at my skin,
Yearning to
contact
connect
call
correspond
coexist.
And ease,
here it is:
Bodies hoping to
Selves wanting you
Ego's pushing through,
closeness
calculated
corporate,
Yes, No, Maybe, Please.
R e a c h
and recoil,

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poem by Danielle Le Chat
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Sonnet: Isn’t Something Really Wrong

When man just fails behaving like a man,
When humanistic norms are thrown to wind,
When man puts others like sardines in can,
His conscience and soul, he did rescind.

When force is used on hapless men in sleep,
When age and cadre, don’t mean anything,
When in the name of duty, all can peep!
Where have the basic rights gone for earthlings?

Which society treats all as criminals?
What is the use of hard won freedom then?
When there is access not to urinals!
We better are called ‘beasts’ than rather men.

Don’t be a beast while doing your duty;
A humane touch gives every man beauty!

7-2-2001

poem by John Celes
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hey! Judas forgive me.

I stand straight and my legs are one foot wide,
suddenly I throw my hands up, fingers are
one inch apart they might be racist they
could be fascist but here I am a hard core
humanist so I ask them to kill me first
before killing my friends as each of them
know me how I am, I know them too but
each a coward I challenge them to come
one by one but they refuse and move and
come in crowd, they shout at me but I
shout back at them louder they start
moving out hanging their head out of
fear, I sit and ponder how they dare
to kill them whom I give shelter, they
can kill me hundred times but I can
not kill the faith, not even once, hey,
Judas forgive me.

poem by Abdul Wahab
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Barricading Terrorism

Barricading Terrorism
Lots of doing on neologism, theism and animism
Everyone has built a thanatotherapy of terrorism
Why they lost communal way of consensus
To forgive divine, to err is humanism
Why this vitality changed into witticism
No man in earth is cherub-like phenomena
But there cede this war-mongering adventurism
The hoity-toity belief of selfism ought not to prevail
No more epitome of unconditional hooliganism

poem by Hafiz Qasim
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I Am Here to Stretch, Grow and Bloom!

I do not walk in your shadow.
Or idolize your humanness.
Nor do I wish for things you possess,
From my ancestors' treasure chest!
Your quest to defeat my presence...
Only diminishes your own.
Your look upon me with the same eyes I've got.
The same two feet I stand upon.
And a heart that beats God stops!
You are just but a twig,
On the same branch I live!
I am grounded from the same tree of life.
Without its roots...
Neither one of us would exist!
Unfortunately you are the one,
Apparentally not aware of this!
And I do not intend...
To let my experience given,
Begin to rot from within!
I am here to stretch, grow and bloom!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Religiously Humanistic

My writings are often depicted as political.
And I am religiously humanistic.
With observations I deem as realistic.
But then again,
My nationalistic pride...
Is often interpreted as racist.
And being African-American,
I am often entertained...
By the limitations of others.
Especially those who are insistent...
To live pretensiously within them.
When my experience,
Has been primarily culturally mixed.
Afterall...
It would be extremely difficult for me,
To exist in isolation...
As those who constantly remind,
They are the majority in deed that's defined!
In such fragmented and segmented times.
With many but not most,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A -21st -Century Poet

A -21st -Century Poet:
A -21st -Century Poet:
A poet is
a person who liberates 'I' on race, religion, place, time, personal voices
out of greed, anger and ignorance.

A poet is
a person who liberates
obsessive criterion of institutional power and money.

A poet is
a person who respects a variety of cultures,
who creates educational awareness.

A poet is
a person who surely knows himself
of being humanistic to others and himself and knowing
that of liberation from the obsessive humanity

A poet is

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poem by Nyein Way
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The Chemicals

True love never changes and,
It comes straight from the heart;
So what are we going to do about it when,
We've found love?
Be very proud of your colour and,
Be yourself at all times.
It is very sad for a black person to use chemicals on the body,
By bleaching it to change the colour;
But think twice before you use these chemicals!

To the humanistic and hedonistic models,
What are you doing to your bodies? !
Infact, our attitudes are being shaped by the horrors around us;
And, many do not know what they are doing.
The truth must be said to them,
And changes are very effective to the human mind;
But, these are the shadows of things to come.
It is now time for us to purse and think,
For the chemicals will rather destroy us than we think.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Life and Lord

Pure and holy
Red and costly
Where blood
Isn't spoiled
Sucked
And spilled
Very cheaply!

Beautiful and nice
Brief and once
Where life
Isn't rotten
Wasted
And gutted
Without paying heavy price!

Soft and tender
Fair and care
Where love
Is not a trap

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poem by Abdul Wahab
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If Jesus Scratched His...

If Jesus scratched his balls
In the most indecent way,
Would a thousand angels
Turn into a pack of perverts,
And would you laugh at me,
My love, and say
That humanness is something
We desire,
When cast out of the womb
Into the fire
Of all that's human,
All that is insane?

And so what if Jesus scratched
His balls? Or rubbed his ass?
Or picked his nose
And told bad jokes, burping
Or passing gas? -
Would you believe that
He was just as human

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poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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