Best Philosophypeople Poems
Nobles and soul
They say:
You can buy anything on this earth,
Not nobles, it`s from birth.
This means the simple, proper style,
The elegant way to show your denial.
They say:
High class, great ethics are valued,
Best principles, good moral don`t delude.
At the old edge moral and gentle living,
At the early stages kindness respecting.
We say:
The people are equal from birth,
Nobody can take it from the entire earth.
If you are a deprived, poor and simple creature,
It doesn`t mean that you can`t have the same future.
We say:
Whatever edge we have, the same grave and mud,
The same happiness and pain we have around.
The same place, by all the people can hardly be achieved
In haven, the underprivileged ones are better received.
As soul, good words and facts are the only substances,
God, his love and our faith represent our confidences.
But a noble soul… anyone could have and share with us,
As main character`s feature is love and it will never pass.
Shopping day today and my supplies are low.
I plan on inviting everyone to a cook out
so I better make a list of what I will need.
I will need tolerance – sure I have some, but
there will be many showing up and I doubt
they will bring their own – for my crowd
will be many and varied.
Humor, humor, humor. I had better stock
up on that. If these people don’t
just get over themselves
and learn to take a joke, then I’m afraid
they are in for lots of very preventable aggravation.
Common sense. Now, I know it’s not
the most sought out hors d oeuvre , but
it is the most important. If more people would
help themselves to generous helpings of
common sense,
I do believe things would be much easier.
Some charm, civility, manners – good God, yes –
intelligence wouldn’t hurt, and we could
have us a real good time.
Unfortunately,
most people like to pig out on the
jealousy, envy, pride, prejudice on the
other tables. Scoop me some helpings of
rudeness, guile, back stabbing and pity while
you’re at it.
But, not at my cook out.
You only get served tolerance, humor, common sense,
charm, civility, manners, intelligence …
Come join me, but be prepared to join in.
Perfect, I have never been
But I will try my very best to be
I have tried to lead a good life
It is quite easy for people to see
I have not made the best choices
But few people ever do
There are many things I wish I could change
And start again a new
But thinking about it doesn't help
It only chases time away
So I will just let it go
And focus on today
May mistakes you have seen
And many more you will see
Please just know I am sorry
Because perfect I will never be
If you surround yourself with people ready for success, how can you fail?
If you surround yourself with people in the spotlight, how can you not shine?
If you surround yourself with people full of love, how can you feel heartache?
If you surround yourself with people, how can you feel so alone?
A million people locked
in a room of ‘normality.’
They never look at each other,
either directly or indirectly,
in the eye.
A 4 year old child
enters their room
and simply says:
‘I m sorry mummy’
(Without self-awareness,
judgement or pride)
A million people laugh out
so loud
they have tears in their eyes.
They all exit the room
with wry smiles on their faces
as their
selfish-pride-filled teardrops,
drown the naive child.
They re-enter the room
and resuscitate the child
but not until his
fervent, now cynical eyes
reveal he’s grown up enough
to be as bitter, resentful
and unforgiving as they’ve
so ignorantly and
irrationally become.
He committed suicide.
They continue to be nourished
by their arrogance and pride!
Have you noticed the taxes that are charged on your phones, home, cell and
computer internet etc. Our homes are taxed each year, our cars, and our purchases.
Groceries are taxed; we don't even have the right to eat without the government
being at the table! We are taxed if we marry, taxed if we divorce and Your
underwear even has been taxed by the government....That means Wener has
already had his way with every women in the USA....PLEASE!!!
Elections are a moot point when there is an electoral college in place
The college can be bought and sold for a high price
When the group decides another member is no longer useful,
Disposal comes to mind and an accidental death, you know what I mean.
Time and time again the college does not support the popular vote.
How can we the people go about changing this law of our land?
It should be fair; the people should have their voice as our governmental laws
should be obeyed by all. No raises for government workers if the unemployment
rate is over four percent. Especially senate and representatives should not be in
government to make themselves better financially while our nation eats
commodities.
Family values are threatened when a separated or unwed couple can get help in
time of need from the government but a married couple cannot!! Their income will be
a little too high....
God Bless the USA.... Though I know he did not make this mess!!
Where is God?
Look around the war is coming
Look for shelter but wind up running
Bombs fall from up above
Lose myself in thoughts of love
Where is god, in the sky above?
Women cry yet another son died
I sit here and wonder why
Refugees the world brought to its knees
I hear the cries but can’t fill the needs
Where is god, I ask him please.
People lost they have no homes
Desert people bewildered roam
I look around have we really grown?
Destiny it calls to me
Believe in things you cannot see
Love and hate seem such a fine line to me
Buildings rise they touch the sky
So much greed, I wonder why
Where is god, thought I heard him cry?
People suffer every day
I wonder why it is that way
Salvation seems such a mystery
Look around, are we really free
Lost in the search of their souls
Grab the shovel to dig their holes
Where is god, nobody knows.
Dream of peace it can't be that far away
The moment passes and then slips away
Where is god, not here today.
People carrying a life of crosses
They are but the acceptable losses
They had their chance but then it died
Where is god, I ask him why?
Politicians tell their lies
Yet another one has died
Where is god, can't he hear their cries?
Liberty people brought to their knees
I still believe and ask god please
Try to believe but freedom is gone
I guess we took a bit too long.
The lights are flashing like cameras, you inhale and your ready to take off for the race.
You hear screams, see faces filled with joy, and at first you start at a slow pace.
Slow and steady with no directions to guide you to the finish line.
You don't know whether to go left or right so you pray that God sends a sign.
You take a couple of wrong turns and it throws you way off track.
Now because of those mistakes you have no choice but to go all the way back.
You can't go back to the begining but you can retrace your steps.
No one said this race was going to be easy its like doing 600lb reps.
Reps that will cause pain that only the strongest of the strong will be able to bare.
But they say anything is possible even the impossible through prayer.
Everyone wants to come in first place nobody wants to be dead last.
Some people are willing to do anything to win because they know their not fast.
But what people fail to realize is that its more to this race then the prize at the end.
If you haven't noticed sometimes the cheaters in the winner circle do start to blend.
No matter how famous you are cheating and cutting corners can turn your win into a myth.
But your separation from them is depending on the reasons why your running to begin with.
Legends and records are meant to be broken and they sometimes die.
Because alot of other runners after you gone are going to give it a try.
Legends fame and fortune can only last during your race
Because it will all cease to exist when you come in last place
It is difficult to tell the kind of people that exist in this world,
until one takes a closer look at their inner beings
then reality begins to unfurl,
Good people are genuine and always try to help,
They seek to do the right things at all times,
even when warned by their minds,
They live in a modes of positivity and possiblities,
while bad people only know one way to be,
living in hate and negativity,
spending their lives ripping other people apart,
operating covertly in the dark,
never making a difference or being the solution
to a problem,
They find it exhilarating to give another person hell,
The fight between good and bad is always apparent,
when peoples' moral compasses are compromised
with bribes and lies.
Where are they?
Why should you wonder?
There are stupid people
Everywhere the sun is under
I’m one too,
I’ve been blundered.
I thought that I could change.
Did it work?
Well,
No,
I realized that the only being,
That I could change is myself.
Scoping their prey,
With solemn moods,
Is what stupid people like.
They are aroused when you,
The goody-two shoe,
Is in strife.
Why?
Why?
Why?
You say to yourself,
Do they treat me this way?
They treat you so bad today,
Because they want your inner wealth,
And they want to spoil your health.
What’s inside they can’t take away,
But they can diminish the exterior of you,
If you allow them to,
And if you are to yourself untrue.
They hate what you have for no apparent reason,
Simply because you are in your blessing season.
If you can’t determine who they are,
Keep doing what you have to do better yourself,
And they will soon some to surface.
They are just hating because they don’t know,
Or are ignoring their assigned purpose.
Don’t you be bitter:
Smile; let your light shine,
While they are belittled.
Be an example for others,
Don’t fall into their traps.
Maybe they will wise up,
And stop looking at you,
The goody-two shoe,
And find their purpose,
Or just maybe they’ll keep being bad news.
I’ve never seen him
I don’t know anyone who has
I don’t know anyone who knows someone that has
I’ve never heard him
I don’t know anyone who has
I don’t know anyone who knows someone that has
But
I know some people
I know some people and they hear voices
I know some people and they truly believe what they hear
I watch them at night
I watch them and protect them
I watch them and protect them from the voices in their heads