People Poems

The night is beautiful,
So the faces of my people.

The stars are beautiful,
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Part One


The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry.
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People expect old men to die,
They do not really mourn old men.
Old men are different. People look
At them with eyes that wonder when…
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The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as a vulture hovers over a carcass, until he reached a beautiful lake surrounded by magnificent marble statuary.

He sat there pondering the water which poured from the mouths of the statues like thoughts flowing freely from a lover's imagination, and contemplating heavily his palace which stood upon a knoll like a birth-mark upon the cheek of a maiden. His fancy revealed to him the pages of his life's drama which he read with falling tears that veiled his eyes and prevented him from viewing man's feeble additions to Nature.
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There are two kinds of people on earth to-day;
Just two kinds of people, no more, I say.

Not the sinner and saint, for it's well understood,
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Michael Jackson, the Thriller, Died

Life is unfair
To those who dare
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The sound of laughter is a thing of beauty for laughter spreads the very gift of joy
That people they are drawn to happy people is not that hard for to understand why
Since everybody wishes to be happy and laughter it spreads happiness around
And only the heartless could not like the sound of laughter for laughter is a very happy sound,
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People who have what they want are very fond of telling people who haven't what they want that they really don't want it,
And I wish I could afford to gather all such people into a gloomy castle on the Danube and hire half a dozen capable Draculas to haunt it.
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One day people will touch and talk perhaps
easily,
And loving be natural as breathing and warm as
sunlight,
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A prince stood on the balcony of his palace addressing a great multitude summoned for the occasion and said, "Let me offer you and this whole fortunate country my congratulations upon the birth of a new prince who will carry the name of my noble family, and of whom you will be justly proud. He is the new bearer of a great and illustrious ancestry, and upon him depends the brilliant future of this realm. Sing and be merry!" The voices of the throngs, full of joy and thankfulness, flooded the sky with exhilarating song, welcoming the new tyrant who would affix the yoke of oppression to their necks by ruling the weak with bitter authority, and exploiting their bodies and killing their souls. For that destiny, the people were singing and drinking ecstatically to the heady of the new Emir.

Another child entered life and that kingdom at the same time. While the crowds were glorifying the strong and belittling themselves by singing praise to a potential despot, and while the angels of heaven were weeping over the people's weakness and servitude, a sick woman was thinking. She lived in an old, deserted hovel and, lying in her hard bed beside her newly born infant wrapped with ragged swaddles, was starving to death. She was a penurious and miserable young wife neglected by humanity; her husband had fallen into the trap of death set by the prince's oppression, leaving a solitary woman to whom God had sent, that night, a tiny companion to prevent her from working and sustaining life.
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America, you ode for reality!
Give back the people you took.

Let the sun shine again
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My wearied heart bade me farewell and left for the House of Fortune. As he reached that holy city which the soul had blessed and worshipped, he commenced wondering, for he could not find what he had always imagined would be there. The city was empty of power, money, and authority.

And my heart spoke to the daughter of Love saying, "Oh Love, where can I find Contentment? I heard that she had come here to join you."
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This is the life which is full of care,
Persons like this attitude are found rare.
Tolerance is too difficult to bear in body,
Such persons are there to speak truth ready.
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I do not look for holy saints to guide me on my way,
Or male and female devilkins to lead my feet astray.
If these are added, I rejoice---if not, I shall not mind,
So long as I have leave and choice to meet my fellow-kind.
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There are never any suicides in the quarter among people one knows
No successful suicides.
A Chinese boy kills himself and is dead.
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People treat me like dirt with
Judged envy, but I stand
With confidence.
People called my beauty
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In the Book of God (Ilahi-nama) 'Attar framed his mystical teachings in various stories that a caliph tells his six sons, who are kings themselves and seek worldly pleasures and power.
The first son is captivated by a virgin princess, and his father tells him the adventures of a beautiful and virtuous woman who attracts several men but miraculously survives their abuse and then forgives them. They acknowledge that carnal desire is necessary to propagate the race but also recognize that passionate love can lead to spiritual love, which can annihilate the soul in the beloved.
Other stories indicate the importance of respecting the lives of other creatures such as ants or dogs. One only thinks oneself better than a dog because of one's dog-like nature.
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What people get to decide and validate other people by categorizing them? Is it the "good people, " the "rich people, " the "smart people…? "
I'm really just trying to understand something.
Who decides and what makes them relevant when we the people are all "Just People? "
Where did this come from and why is it still allowed in this day, age and time? We are singled out, casted out, separated, isolated, placed above, placed beneath, considered better than, considered less than, worthy, unworthy… all because of the labels that enables. Yes, the labels that are placed before the people to identify the people.
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Don't cry for me Africa
Because I will never let you out of my mind
I hear your voices people of Africa
I hear your cries people of Africa
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People walk, people talk.
Count the seconds, on the clock.
People share, people stare.
Most just act, like they don't care.
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83] Message eighty-three: Wisdom sets you free.

p.1—Gang-stalking: If you compose a message, and the time of composing it was 7: 00 a.m., and you mention it online, via email or webpage, and later that day or following morning, you go into the kitchen, and you see 7 seconds on the microwave, the result of someone in your family doing so, it could be a coincidence. But if you repeatedly see things like this happening, it's proof you're being gang-stalked or harassed. In message 82 when I explain seeing 'vomit' when you read the word 'move' backwards, as being a shortening of or abbreviation for vomit, etc., and then the following day I discover that someone has subsequently placed an envelop or gift card on the ground backwards, and that particular incident doesn't usually occur but other things like it continually happen to match what I type online, then that's a sign of gang-stalking. Consider the following words from A. K. Forward, in his book Gang-Stalking and Mind-Control, 'These strange activities will not be isolated incidents in a target's life, but will be ongoing, usually occurring regularly enough that there can be no mistake that they are not just coincidental, but very purposeful.' And, for instance, it may not always be that it's a 7 on the microwave; it could be seven soda cans stacked in the refrigerator; or seven pieces of chicken, etc. And if you're a person who doesn't believe that a person is involved in gang-stalking, and you're not watching or monitoring them and their activities 24/7, then you can't honestly determine that they are not gang-stalking. If someone accuses them, you, without exempting the alleged gang-stalker, must consider them as being someone who potentially or in fact is. Another example is, someone in your family could be tampering with the a/c unit. One day early in the morning they decide to turn the cool air on when it's cold outside. And you notice this, and you hear them, but when you open the door and check to see if they're around, you neither hear nor see them. And then you open the door to go back into your room, but, instead of going back in, you close the door, as if you went back in. And then you hear them, near the location where you heard them at, moving around and making noise. That's a definite sign of not only being someone targeted or gang-stalked, but of having the proof that such is happening.
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People who are unafraid of being afraid
because fear has become their home

People who wonder
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The people are happy, the people are sad, the people rejoice, the people are still sad, the people find happiness, the people find loneliness, In the end the people find each other and now they're glad
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Rich people never like to be challenged
rich people never like to be mistreated
rich people never like to be disrespected;
rich people are always humble
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MAT MODEL OF EDUCATIONAL LEADERSHIP

Abstract
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People
Drinking people
Sleeping people
Emotional people
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Calling the Qur'an amazing is not something done only by Muslims, who have an appreciation for the book and who are pleased with it; it has been labeled amazing by non-Muslims as well. In fact, even people who hate Islam very much have still called it amazing.

Dr Garry Miller
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