Best Peoplefuture Poems
Why are politicans always so sure about the future being better any whichway?
whilst they are continually addressing past mistakes all day?
that were never going to happen in their future anyway!
but they never want to go back to their past either way
and why can't they just be happy with the way things are (today?)
Joe Maverick
Through experience, we find knowledge, wisdom, and patience. Think carefully about each step you take, for each
movement is vital not only to your own path, but to the universal duality of action and reaction. Though these vital
progressions often consist of mistakes that cannot be undone, they can certainly be countered and redeemed by
future acts. With this in mind, go- and don't fret over past mistakes. Instead, embrace these mistakes; for it is
through these mistakes that we gain mother earths most valuable lessons; lessons of:
Peace.
Love.
Unity.
Respect.
Far and wide, the human eye denies the lies of our logic, and this ill sense of pride we feel is leading us further from
the light of truth. Those of us that still feel this truth- the dreamers- must fight for justice, and win back the future of
our blinded tribe. Seek truth, question authority, and never give up on yourself. Come hell or high water, we will
fight through the end, and we will fight not for prides sake, but rather for our morals sake- for the sake of future
generations, not these opposing blind obligations. For the sake of humanity and all that it has fought for, we will not
allow any more. The human spirit must marry peace, and remain with it until death do us part.
When we first met, it was just by night
in the flowing music in the dancehall
It was my acrobatic feet which I lightly swung
that planted a magnet
which caught your eyes at the facade
and the way my tight trousers
caressed the tense air above the floor
I became at once the IDEAL
that all years before I had dwelt in your dreams
I watched you in that multicolored dress
and the way your curled hair relaxes
Love itself dwelt there
and only the steel comb woke her up
your feet never did count in my case
only the ivory bangle around your wrist clicked something
and we swore before the band that
we would love forever
Only a few days later
you met that soccer-runner-boxer
who excels at running after nothing
You feel for his beef and muscular arms
and swore you would love him till doomsday
and that in your new game you would both keep running
Yet, before the hen swallowed a grain of maize
you fell vertically on the concrete floor
The athletic lad became history
and the old unsexy beefy minister became Mr Right
because he was a responsible man
whose future was promising
that the future was full of assets
Yet, Pretty Lady, you discarded the whims of elections
For in a twilight , he lost the fat account
and out was swept the that brilliant future
he stood in the cold with naught save
the JSS Certificate
that has no use to prodpective employers was
your excuse in going in for the young energetic under graduate
whom you sentence to death in life.
You doomed him for failure.
Who is Next?
Beware of the Pretty Lady-No Character
Along the path in life
There will come a time
When you're on the dirt road
And you reach a four-way line
You will see people
Quarreling over a direction
To choose for future fortune
For their goals of perfection-
Choose not a path
Choose the fields of peace
That roll by the roads
To avoid future wrath
And lay with the lilies
And sleep under the moon
Its what I picked
Before I parted you.
When we first met, it was just by night
in the flowing music in the dancehall
It was my acrobatic feet which I lightly swung
that planted a magnet
which caught your eyes at the facade
and the way my tight trousers
caressed the tense air above the floor
I became at once the IDEAL
that all years before I had dwelt in your dreams
I watched you in that multicolored dress
and the way your curled hair relaxes
Love itself dwelt there
and only the steel comb woke her up
your feet never did count in my case
only the ivory bangle around your wrist clicked something
and we swore before the band that
we would love forever
Only a few days later
you met that soccer-runner-boxer
who excels at running after nothing
You feel for his beef and muscular arms
and swore you would love him till doomsday
and that in your new game you would both keep running
Yet, before the hen swallowed a grain of maize
you fell vertically on the concrete floor
The athletic lad became history
and the old unsexy beefy minister became Mr Right
because he was a responsible man
whose future was promising
that the future was full of assets
Yet, Pretty Lady, you discarded the whims of elections
For in a twilight , he lost the fat account
and out was swept the that brilliant future
he stood in the cold with naught save
the JSS Certificate
that has no use to prodpective employers was
your excuse in going in for the young energetic under graduate
whom you sentence to death in life.
You doomed him for failure.
Who is Next?
Beware of the Pretty Lady-No Character
When we first met, it was just by night
in the flowing music in the dancehall
It was my acrobatic feet which I lightly swung
that planted a magnet
which caught your eyes at the facade
and the way my tight trousers
caressed the tense air above the floor
I became at once the IDEAL
that all years before I had dwelt in your dreams
I watched you in that multicolored dress
and the way your curled hair relaxes
Love itself dwelt there
and only the steel comb woke her up
your feet never did count in my case
only the ivory bangle around your wrist clicked something
and we swore before the band that
we would love forever
Only a few days later
you met that soccer-runner-boxer
who excels at running after nothing
You feel for his beef and muscular arms
and swore you would love him till doomsday
and that in your new game you would both keep running
Yet, before the hen swallowed a grain of maize
you fell vertically on the concrete floor
The athletic lad became history
and the old unsexy beefy minister became Mr Right
because he was a responsible man
whose future was promising
that the future was full of assets
Yet, Pretty Lady, you discarded the whims of elections
For in a twilight , he lost the fat account
and out was swept the that brilliant future
he stood in the cold with naught save
the JSS Certificate
that has no use to prodpective employers was
your excuse in going in for the young energetic under graduate
whom you sentence to death in life.
You doomed him for failure.
Who is Next?
Beware of the Pretty Lady-No Character