Best Dedicationpeople Poems
It's not easy being 14,
I should know.
And falling in love is harder to believe.
Most people think you're a kid,
even when you don't.
Everything is really not what it seems.
Living this life,
just means following your dreams.
Oh, 14 is the life,
you live will be most memorable.
People will catch you when you fall.
Even if you stumble it's ok,
you're only 14.
Don't worry about it,
it'll come someday.
Being 14,
wow life goes by fast!
Sometimes you get a second chance
to think things over,
remember what's good,
and follow your heart.
Do what you have to do.
Show people the real you.
Yeah,
You'll make mistakes,
but that's what life's all about.
You're only 14.
Don't rush.
Life's gonna come sooner than you think.
At first,
It all might be too much.
But you're a strong girl.
Don't get down over all those little things.
Prepare yourself for your future,
but take life all in.
You can miss it very easily.
Being 14,
well, for now,
that's me!!
This is dedicated to all those 14 year old girls out there that have been through alot..I've
been there and I just wanted to give some advice :)
Today I prayed to God and cried.
Thousands of innocent people have died,
by a senseless heinous act,
thats become an international fact.
Our country was violated by evil men,
who thought they had a reason to sin
against our people and our pride,
to die as cowards by our side.
Our airplanes crashed like plastic toys,
creating mass destruction and noise.
The towers ,tall, began to rumble.
On national TV we saw then crumble.
Our people are trying to understand,
how this can happen in a free land.
A land that has been a haven to all,
has fallen victim to someones gull.
I see fellow humans in terrible pain.
I wonder what the perpetrator had to gain.
Was it to injure our countries heart,
or to have terrorism, tear us apart.
Heartache and prayer cover our nation.
People are screaming for justification.
So many people helping each other,
working together as sister and brother.
Much was taken in a short time,
yet, more was gained from this crime.
We have become united as one,
realizing, what this tragedy has done.
Acts of kindness and heroism are our fate.
Love reins far stronger than hate.
Evil tried to grab a hold,
goodness previals, we will not fold.
September 2001
Auf dem Bürgersteig vorm Haus
Zwei Stolpersteine aus Messing
Auf jedem zwei Namen
Hier wohnten sie einst ohne Tadel
1943 im Konzentrationslager ermordet
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On the sidewalk in front the house
Two blundering blocks of brass
On each two names engraved
Here they once lived without blame
1943 murdered in a concentration camp
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En la acera enfrente de la casa
Dos piedras de escollo de bronce
En cada una dos nombres
Donde una vez vivían sin reprensión
1943 asesinados en campo de concentración
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Note:
“Stolpersteine” are small concrete blocks with a brass plate in remembrance of people who
have been pursued and murdered by the Nazis. These blocks are in line with the sidewalks's
surface, have the names of the victims engraved and are placed in front of the houses were
these persons once lived. These blocks should be a “Monument from below” according to the
Cologne artist Gunter Demnig who initiated these installations. Now “Memorial Stones” are
placed all over Germany and Europe where people lived who were murdered in concentration
camps. This project is entirely financed with donations.
On this day millions of people worldwide, will
be sharing in a memorial for Michael Jackson.
They will remember the bright eyed little boy,
who captured the heart of America by storm.
His energy and high child voice were a sensation.
They eventually earned his the name "King of Pop".
I grew up with him along with countless others.
I watched the fire that drove him, year after year.
Somewhere along the way the world consumed him.
The price of fame changed him with it's cruelity.
His need to be different made him a outcast.
How many people who snickered and called him names,
are dusting off that L.P. of "Thriller" they still own.
Why is it that a tragedy had to remind people of
the human kindness and decency that he possessed.
So today as you moonwalk into infinity, Michael,
You are not alone, your music lives on in each of us.
Wednesday Winddown
Jazz Concert in Centennial Olympic Park
Forever Atlanta. Forever glanced
Over older girls who forgot their age.
Rich and poor people paid no party wage;
Everyone had a funky good chance.
Variety was the spice of the prance.
Everybody was on the same page.
Rhythm and blues guitar was all the rage,
And alcohol made everyone dance.
Tuxedo wearing pimp danced with girls.
LOLA blessed us with a bit of the blues.
A hundred chocolate people did twirls
Near the stage, where they put on their dance shoes.
There was one woman that made my lip curl,
As a spark from her body lit my fuse.
Never been there before
Never seen what it had in store
After today, never again
Will I give it ten on ten
On the score and sixth day of the eleventh month,
the neighboring country's diabolical terrorists did hunt
Over a hundred people in Mumbai
But thankfully nine out of ten of them did die
A Black Wednesday one could say
But only if it had lasted a day
For 120 hours the police and commandos did fight
In the end, though, they did prevail
Over the ones who assailed
Hats off to those who did die
To keep some others alive
To keep the city safe and secure
To face a terrorist threat no more.
**I'd like to dedicate this poem to those who died fighting to free the The Taj Hotel of
terrorists and to the brave people who alerted everyone of their(the terrorists') presence.
...adapted from 'Mr Pye' by Mervyn Peake
Balding and sprightly, he's filled with
bold dreams
to make us all happy and free.
He selects as his target a small
Channel Island,
a representative sampling of people
just like you and me.
All he wants is that folks get along
without all those disputes and fights.
He tries to bring peace to this
sheltered enclave,
just by doing good deeds he can
sleep nights.
He practises witchcraft to bring
them together,
'if it works...' are his words
for the day.
A sense of humour is paramount
these days
to keep all those evil-believers at bay.
In the midst of these noble endeavours
he feels discomfort that turns out
to be wings that are sprouting quite clearly,
a cause for concern there's no doubt.
It seems that his kindness has made him
an angel,
the more he does good deeds
the bigger they grow
till they're actually poking right out
of his shirt,
my goodness, they're starting to show!
So he counters with bad deeds
in hopes that they'll shrink,
indiscretions and plain bald-faced lies.
Sure enough they diminish, in fact
they're all gone,
he need not keep himself in disguise.
But this scheme that he's started
gets odder,
there's a growth on his temples, two horns;
he's been so busy negating the good
that he's done
he's turned Devil, good heavens!
he's torn
between Good and Evil, just what
should he do?
He's conflicted like never before.
He sits down to ponder which way
he should turn,
till it's clear, sitting right at his door.
On the horns of a moral dilemma
he simply gives in to pure Good.
He embraces his folk, he just loves them
to death,
till his wings are full-sprouted; he could
take to the air and keep flying
just as far as infinity goes,
so he bids his people a tearful farewell,
next stop the cosmos, who knows?
The Critics
This poem begins with a short story
Once upon a time in a land and time far, far away
People would listen to music
Read Novels
Read Poetry
Watch movies
Look at art
And decide for themselves
Whether or not it looked good
Sounded good
Kept them entertained
Or touched their soul
These people knew beyond doubt
When they were moved
And often moved to tears
Moved to smiles
Moved to silence
All this happened
Once upon a time in a land and time far, far away
Then one day The Critics came
Deciding that they new better
Than everyone else
So they formulated their opinions
Joined their clubs
And backed each other up
They stole our appreciation
Convinced us
With complex hyper intellectualism
With clever explanations
Of artistic social statements
They took away the art
And made it feed their world
They took away the art
And made it feed their ego
They took away our art
And told us that we the populace
Just didn’t have a clue
It’s always seemed strange to me
That a critics talent propensity
Is to criticize
Do they stand there with a brush
And pour out the colours of their heart
Do they ache on the tip of a pen
Trying to capture burning lines
Written in their souls
Do they have the talent to produce the music
Do they even know what a muse is
Do they produce anything of note
Anything which “we” may consider worthy
Of taking note
It’s the strange talent-less world of The Critic
They wish that they could do it
But they know they can’t
So instead they just steal it
And try to tell us they know what art is
But we know they don’t
These people will use our indignation
To get the worlds attention
To make us listen to their opinions
Of our own creations
They will sequester our right to see
Any beauty that we see
And sell it for the price
And do it for the money
Brittany Murphy was this woman's name.
She had talent, beauty, fortune and fame.
She provided the voice of Luanne Platter on King of the Hill.
When people watched her perform, she gave all of us thrills.
I was shocked when she died on the 20th of December.
She was a great actress who everybody will remember.
She starred in many movies that included Just Married and Freeway.
When she died, millions of people were devastated on that awful day.
In 1991 she starred on an episode of Murphy Brown.
Hollywood won't be as good now that she's no longer around.
She entertained me and she entertained you.
It was a cruel twist of fate to die at thirty-two.
(DEDICATED TO BRITTANY MURPHY WHO DIED DECEMBER 20, 2009.)
A heart and mind are molded,
By what they see and hear,
If you want to raise a child,
Who does not live in fear,
You can not be lukewarm,
There truly is,
Only right and wrong,
Everything in grey,
Is not allowed like people say,
If you want to go to heaven,
You can't do the unforgiven,
It isn't true that God forgives,
All that you do,
That's why there is a hell,
For those unforgiven few,
Few has become greater,
Than most people see,
It's part of the plan,
Of God's mystery,
People geared towards money,
And power and materalisim,
Really can't see,
What the devil is doing,
To steal your name,
From the book of life,
Is his game,
You can loose your soul,
And it's easy to do,
If you don't follow God,
You become one of,
Those few.
(DEICATED TO BERNIE MAC WHO DIED AUGUST 9, 2008.)
He was a credit to people who are black.
The person who I'm speaking of was Bernie Mac.
He gave a great performance in Bad Santa and in his own show.
People were devastated when he died several weeks ago.
He was a man who loved to entertain.
When he died, his fans truly experienced pain.
August 9, 2008 was a day that many people regret.
He may be dead but he's a man who nobody will forget.
His final performance was in Soul men.
It's sad that he'll never star in anything again.
This talented man had too many qualities for me to list.
He was very special and he will be sorely missed.
She was a very beautiful woman, both inside and out.
She was one hell of a lady; that's what I'm talking about.
The world became a better place in 1977 on the day of her birth.
She married in 2007 and her husband was the luckiest man on Earth.
She starred in Drexell's Class, Almost Home, and Sister Sister.
She was a wonderful human being and people will miss her.
She was a talented lady and she was very sweet.
I regret that the two of us didn't get a chance to meet.
It was very sad that the Lord decided that it was time for her to leave.
She was surrounded by loved ones when she was buried on Christmas Eve.
She was unique; there will never be another person like her again.
Millions of people are devastated because her life came to an end.
(DEDICATED TO BRITTANY MURPHY WHO DIED DECEMBER 20, 2009.)
Bombs Explode Everywhere Around
Rapid Gunfire Brings Many People To Die On The Ground
Faces Smeared With Paint And Sweat
Sand Sticking To Everything Yet
Screams Echo Forever In Ears
Sounds That People Will Pray They Never Hear
Pure Chaos Surrounds Each Person There
As A Cell Phone Rings And Blows Up Causing Familys At Home To Fall To Tears
Little Kids Run In The Street
Bombs Strapped To Their Bodies, Falling Over Their Own Feet
Eyes Grow Wide, With Sickening Disgust
Who Could Do This, And Yet They Must
He Looks Away Before The Child Explodes
And Pulls The Trigger To Unload
An Act, A Service, Never Wanted Again
And Yet They All Must, Just To Live
At Night, Maybe After Their First Days
They Cry To Sleep, Not Sure If They Want To Wake
They Pray To God, Sure That They've Commited Sin
And Pray For The Baby They Just Sent To Heaven