Getting old is not for sissies.
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Old age is no place for sissies.
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The internet is not for sissies.
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Kerry is an adult - he thinks things through. He learns from the present as well as the past. To George Bush, thinking things through is for sissies.
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C-C-Civilization
Our ancestors must be rolling in their graves right now
Could they only see what has begotten of mankind:
Unself-respecting descendants in suits and skirts
Armed with pointless words stabbing each other on the backs
Drawing no blood but in their maiden thoughts
Afraid, shy deceivers... Lead in the communal water
Poisoning no one but themselves
Too bad we're still as resilient as they were.
Like cockroaches. Just without the balls.
Draw, you sissies!
poem by Eon Ezkiel
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From Behind Floral Skirts
They will come to accuse anyone,
Of being...
Less of the person than they are!
That's the tactic that is used,
To confuse the issue with their voices heard.
They would wish others to perceive,
One who attempts to do anything...
As weak and naïve.
When they are the ones,
Jealous and corrupted with ignorance.
And...
They have proven how deep,
The flowing of their surfacing insecurities.
So shallow...
As to destroy themselves with accusations.
Calling the doers 'punks' and sissies.
And they do this,
From a place of hiding not to reveal themselves.
Fearing their tears might be seen...
From behind floral skirts that provide,
That scent of protection needed to deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Eye Of The Storm
Maybe you bought all the lines that she told you
Maybe they tore you apart
Maybe she shrugged off your finest emotions
Carelessly walked on your heart
Life aint for sissies and you aint no sissy, boy
And only the strongest survive
Bad love is better than no love at all
At least you know youre alive.
Chorus:
And just thank God you still got your feelings
And youre free to be easy and warm
But from here to the end is what matters, my friend
And youre right at the peak of your form
Still in the eye of the storm
Maybe you tried somethin too hard to handle
And maybe you took you a fall
Is it true that if not for the pain that youre feelin
It wouldnt have mattered at all?
(tell the truth)
All there is left between living and dying
Is loving or leaving alone
You can take it or leave it, but make up your mind
Or fall on your ass on your own
Chorus:
And just thank God you still got your feelings
And youre free to be easy and warm
cause from here to the end is what matters, my friend
And youre right at the peak of your form
Still in the eye of the storm.
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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The Screaming Mirror...
who wants to show pain?
no one wants to show it and be pitied
pity can kill
makes you shrink like
dough pressed
with a hammer
everyone wants to show a happy face on the road
people walk and
each smiles to
everyone
and when the back of the body
steals a distance
everyone is back to their serious faces again
twisted lips, crashing teeth
misshaped jaws
gnashing fingers
early that
evening
i show pain in the mirror
like the palms
of my hands
the mirror laughs
it is telling me it is not me
and i look funny with it
it says i do not fit well as a beggar of affection
it teases me
the way sissies sashay on the
shiny tiles of the
malls
that when in pain i look like a liar
an old Pinocchio
with a broken wooden nose
reaching the door
from the arm
of my chair
to the hands of the
railing
i insist that this time it is true
my tears are rolling like a river on the tributaries of my cheeks
the mirror
they are boulders
now
the mirror
finally screams for help
of some nearby shadows
i am another movie.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Brothers Cup
Give it up to this planet full of strife
We're the brothers cup cuttin' sharp as a knife
With the pop of a snap and the flip of a flap
The cups went up like a natural fact
It was our shoulder space
That made the perfect place
For the magic of the cup
To style out with grace
With a tight turn twist
And a slight swerve swank
The brothers cup kissed
With a kick ass clank
We are the brothers cup
We like to get it up
We are the brothers cup
We like to get it up
Give it up to this planet full of strife
We're the brothers cup cuttin' sharp as a knife
With the pop of a snap and the flip of a flap
The cups went up like a natural fact
So love all your brothers
And love all your sisters
Love all the misses
And love all the misters
Don't be shy when you're sharin' your kisses
The brothers cup kiss
And we ain't sissies
It is our notion that the perfect peace potion
Can be found in the wake of the green sea's motion
The long rocking swell of the mighty blue ocean
Is the cradle of peace it's the perfect peace motion
Give it up to this planet full of strife
We're the brothers cup cuttin' sharp as a knife
With the power of the cup we are about to astound
All your preconceptions they will come unbound
We are the brothers cup coming to your town
Bringing tubs of love we're going to spread it around
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers from Freaky Styley
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Lenexa Baptist Church = Serving God Is Not For Sissies
SERVING GOD IS NOT FOR SISSIES
Serving God is not for sissies
But for those with commitment of heart.
As troubles arise to test our resolve
From faith we must refuse to part.
Evil hungers to separate are souls from God
And have us respond like apes in a tree.
Through trust, love, faith and compliance
We are blessed and fortified by Thee.
All Heaven’s heroes had their issues,
None become righteous without pain.
They prayed to God to be delivered
As the faithful were ridiculed or slain.
Nothing has changed since Adam and Eve
Humans are the most unpredictable of Earth.
Faith gives us hope through love, and devotion
As the power of God’s Will elevates our worth.
OUR SHEPHERD WITHIN
We find ourselves in the darkest valleys
When circumstances place us there.
Spiritual warfare, our own rebellion
And the acts of others unfair.
Every valley is a passageway
Rather than just a destination,
Eventually difficulties will pass on
As God controls all creation.
The deeper the valley, the greater the work
We are able to accomplish through pain.
God is more pleased by our character
Than our comfort or the reasons we complain.
By the Grace of God, we always have hope
For you and I have a Devine Shepherd within.
Guiding, comforting and strengthening
Protecting the faithful from the futility of sin.
CHRIST’S RETURN
The Bible promises Christ shall return
And His second coming will be known by all.
Jesus has prepared our eternal home
For believers who have answered His Call.
Passed followers shall be resurrected
By Heaven’s timing not ours.
We have our own spiritual assignment
To defeat wickedness and its powers.
We should worry less about Christ’s return
And concern ourselves with obedience through love.
For everything we say, ponder or commit
Is recorded and measured by Heaven above.
Never make important decisions without prayer
For the answers of a lifetime come from within.
God whispers His wisdom to our heart and soul
As we shoulder the burdens of ignorance and sin.
All of Heaven’s Heroes got their answers from prayer
When they acted on their own they suffered despair.
The best way to glorify Jesus and His Return
Is to set by example through prayer what we learn.
THE BATTLE FOR OUR SOULS
God’s gift of salvation to save our soul
Is deliverance from evil, fear and danger.
When we refuse to believe in His Word
We suffer the fate of a stranger.
God leads believers to perform and pursue
The fulfillment of His plain for our soul.
We accomplish the greatest blessings in life
When servitude and obedience is our goal.
Every time we worry about ourselves
More than God’s plan for our story.
We soon find happiness never last long
As our missteps shadow our glory.
Heaven and hell recruit all they can
As both sides numbers enhance.
Some run God’s way others another
But only the faithful are aloud to advance.
GOD’S WATCHING
What kind of monsters will we release on society
If we fail to teach our children the pitfalls of sin?
They’ll learn everything the difficult way
Before they can stop and start again.
Take down your Bible or purchase a copy
And never let it collect dust on the shelf.
If you can’t attend church come Sunday morning
Read scripture to someone or yourself.
People who believe our Lord is watching
Can feel His presence within.
We pray for awareness to be delivered
And transformed, to rise again.
Stand up to disciple and give the lost hope
And God will love you even more.
Say no to Satin and yes to Jesus
And blessings shall shadow your door.
All God’s heroes had their issues
Though He loved them just the same.
They prayed for courage and the will
To guide them from wickedness and shame.
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Autumn Alma Mater
feels like lonely chilly autumn
leaves thrown asunder
ruffling the calm of lake
falling, scattering
all over your feet
each pace that you take
grasses dance feverishly
while sparing birds' songs
work an echo in a soul
still looking for a place
in his alma mater
the old brass bell that long ago
held our hearts and mind,
fervently accompanied us through
every minute of school still hangs -
a solid air of authority -
a no nonsense master
recognising nothing
except the hourly call
to each new lesson, new knowledge
the rows of crimson classes
still stand with quiet open doors
there, shadows of chairs
and tables gently cast
their geometric lines
the only element here
still at constant with my heart
a filamen that soothes
those yesteryears
I was shadow of shadows
the blackboards beckon
holding gently at an attitude
that stamp of infinity
when it comes to learning
the fiery glow of the setting sun
on the window panes
reflects those waves
of alma mater sentiments
and attachments tugging
at my heartstrings
a zither maestro
beating out his song
dedicated teachers
straight As geniuses
smart sports lads,
the overambitious
lonely hearts, libido driven bleary-yed boys,
bookworms, bullies, sissies - all now
but a cool reflective evening
for an unknown still trying to find
his footing in his old old school
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A Tryst with the Terrorist
The Prologue
'The terrorist began to speak...'
'How can a terrorist talk
When his only words are bombs? '
'Well, he did speak all the same...
In my haunted dreams, of course:
The Monologue
Does a lion dialogue with his prey?
He just charges and strikes his quarry.
Why should I tarry?
I'd simply finish off
Anyone whose face I detest.
I should be the master
Of all I survey.
The universe is for man alone
Strongest of them only reign here
The rest have no place,
So them I'll put to rest.
I am the only best
To decide what is right.
One thought only should do the rounds
In the world
And that should be mine
I'm a one-track hero.
Sword is mightier than word
Force is greater than friendliness
Terrorism is superior to humanism
This is my credo
I'm an iconoclast.
A single sweep of sword
Puts my enemy down;
Words would take eons
Yet might not change my foe.
I can't be patient
I'm a bloodhound in a hurry.
Anyway, words are damned duds
They are for sissies
Who have time to waste
I am a he-man of deeds.
I take my victims off guard
And hit them on the sly
Like a slithering cobra
Aren't I from the Devil's line?
The Epilogue (With Double Acrostic)
Terrorising nations and people with devilish delight
Eliminating, side by side, all reason and dialogue
Reckless in deeds, hell-bent upon undoing all order
Rearing their explosive heads all over like a meteor
Only to impose their sadistic tyranny with frenzied aggro!
Reaction to terrorism, as Nature's law, is bound to occur
In terms of eschatology, 'Hells-where, ' if not on earthly loci.
Symphony of divergent notes, symbiotic existence of all beings
My dear brothers, is the Divine Design, whatever be our (sch) ism!
[Jan 10,2009: : Hyderabad - 500 056]
poem by AtreyaSarma Uppaluri
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