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Premium Member WHERE THE PROBLEM LIES

May you always remember this about people who hate you
on the basis of the color of your skin,
your sex, gender, sexual preference or religious view…
THE PROBLEM IS WITH THEM…
THE PROBLEM IS NOT WITH YOU!
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Eternal God Reveals His Plan

By natural reason man can know Eternal God
With certainty on the basis of His works
There is another order of knowledge
Which man cannot possibly arrive at 
By His own powers
The order of divine revelation

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Premium Member Pregnant

When my girlfriend got pregnant, everything changed My name, my address, quite estranged I became Kept my other girlfriends though On the basis of need to know In case others had similar news to exchange

Letters

I am happy but there is a pain in this gaiety.
The mosses and thistle have turned their tint on the threshold.
How more eon to be created, these collection of azure are getting shrivel.
How more shall I live on the basis of this white papers.
Everyday you are slaughtering me not with your aura but your letters.

The Neighbour's Nest

Neighbour likes to look into the neighbour's nest.
they want to know what's happening wrong or best?
they regard them on the basis of their assessments,
they share sadness or happiness to celebrate refreshments.
sometimes progress made them mad they nail hate,
in the absence of parents they abuse children for dates.
Form: Lay


SUPPOSE

SUPPOSE

No longer do I suppose
A canvas under cloth
A was within the swirls and strokes
Unfinished, you are lost
But once, your mystery
What I chose
To look at you and brush
Suppose within the swirls and strokes
To wonder wanderlust


sup·pose
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Assume that something is the case
on the basis of evidence or probability
but without proof or certain knowledge.
Form: Rhyme

Killings

Political killing is really bad 
Very unfortunate, through the struggle i take it with a pang 
And forget with much difficulty after a decade
But police killing? A Heinous crime 
A blot upon democracy, a black spot on humanity 
I abhor I detest and will never forget before a century 
But killing someone 
On the basis of collective consciousness? 
Holy Lord! Never! Never! Until the civilization has not been destroyed .

A Few Pounds of Reddish Clay

Straight on the bed 
What does that lay? 
A mould of flesh 
What does it call?  
A human being 
What does it mean? 
Hoards, eats and sleeps 
When it gets tired takes rest
Does it all that he possess?
At pleasure it jumps 
In pain it coils in 
Does it have the power of thinking? 
Oh, yes,
 That’s the great
 And only quality
On the basis of which
 A body of meat 
  Turns into human 
Otherwise it remains 
As valueless as 
Few  pounds of reddish clay.

Skin Colour

Colour me,yellow,white,black, or red,dont
discriminate me,
For my blood is same like yours!
Just do enough to stamp out,
racism,intolerance and xenophobia.
Respect all nationalities,religious backgrounds,
sexual orientation and ethnic origins.
None of us chose their skin colour,
we found skin colours on us.
They were given to us by the Almighty,
why judging me because of my skin colour;
No one is good or bad on the basis of skin colour.

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Fools Are In the Parliament

I take all the trouble 
To meet a politician who is wise 
I get him easily but not in single 
But in two different personalities 
The wise man I find 
In a place, secluded 
Coiled up like an isolated insect 
For the reason that he takes decision 
Of his own as a wise man does.
But he is surely a fool  who develops the art 
To listen and take decision 
Simply on the basis of majority opinion 
Is a mass leader 
And sent to work 
To make our fate in the parliament
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