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Needy Independentness
I desire to be called many things,
For several reasons.
I too have needs unlike most.
I too am the host of my own fears,
Unwanted.
Yet they cling.
With a needy independentness.
I desire to be called many things,
For several reasons.
Some may say I invite,
The practice of dysfunctions.
And I must admit,
I do.
I want to understand the 'why' of them.
Not pretend they don't exist.
Although they make a constant appearance.
And not a word has to be heard from anyone...
Familiar with the lengths of these 'visits'.
I want to know the reason people can't let them go.
But then again...
I am addicted to nicotine.
Telling myself I am not hooked,
After more than 50yrs of saying 'cigs' are my best friends.
I desire to be called many things,
With a needy independentness.
I too am the host of my own fears,
Introducing them myself...
With a needy independentness.
I want to understand the 'why' of them.
With a needy independentness.
I just can't seem to put to rest.
And getting rest is the best thing yet.
But then again...
I am addicted to nicotine.
Telling myself I am not hooked.
For several reasons.
I too have needs unlike most.
I too am the host of my own fears,
Unwanted.
Yet they cling.
With a needy independentness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I used to think I was poor. Then they told me I wasn't poor, I was needy. They told me it was self-defeating to think of myself as needy, I was deprived. Then they told me underprivileged was overused. I was disadvantaged. I still don't have a dime. But I have a great vocabulary.
quote by Jules Feiffer
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Idle in June
She dares not let the world hear her speak,
She's getting thin and looking meek,
A grey hair is splitting in her widows peak
She lays idle in the month of June.
Her hands are cracked and stained from mud,
although she bathes in lathered suds
There's a little of me inside her blood
She lays idle in the month of June
She carries child at her old age,
She's stuck inside her fleshy cage,
Her father birthed her insidious rage
She lays idle in the month of June.
They locked her in a cell up high,
The crime of seeking suicide
Some women they are born only to die,
She lays idle in the month of June.
One day, I know, I'll see her soon,
How I loathe the month of June,
We'll met again come the next new moon,
I won't forget her, idle in the month of June.
poem by H.J. Shreeve
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Beside The Idle Summer Sea
Beside the idle summer sea,
And in the vacant summer days,
Light Love came fluting down the ways,
Where you were loitering with me.
Who have not welcomed even as we,
That jocund minstrel and his lays
Beside the idle summer sea
And in the vacant summer days?
We listened, we were fancy-free;
And lo! in terror and amaze
We stood alone – alone and gaze
With an implacable memory
Beside the idle summer sea.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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When the idle poor become the idle rich, you'll never know just who is who, or which is which.
quote by E.Y. Harburg
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1,2,3,4.
1,2,3,4
Needy men sprawled on the floor.
Many pass with merciless stares
While they wait patiently for somebody to care.
No job, no house, no bed to sleep
We leave these men without basic needs.
Assuming that they spend it on booze and drugs
We flick them away like pesky bugs.
No job, no house, no bed to sleep
And all they want is some money to eat.
No job, no house, no bed to sleep
Is this how we treat God’s sheep?
No job, no house, no bed to sleep
Won’t somebody care to see?
That 1,2,3,4
Needy men, need support.
poem by Vanessa Hibberd
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Like A Battle-Axe
You are covered with the multitude of the waves of love,
And you are now like a battle-axe with your lover!
But your strength has now failed and you've become like a woman.
Men and women,
Old and young;
The vapours ascended from the ends of the earth,
And like Ararat, Minni and Ashkenaz.
The time of the harvest is near nad,
You are like the swarm of locusts!
But reach out to the needy and help the poor.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Idle Wind
The idle wind blows all the day.
I wish it blew my care away.
The idle wind blows all day long
And weaves a burden to my song
Upon the melancholy flight
Of youth and beauty and delight.
The idle wind blows all the day.
I wish it blew my care away.
poem by Gamaliel Bradford
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Refuse To Be The One With That Title
Picking with an esteem,
A choice not to be one idle.
And not one to be guided by...
A looking with eyes from side to side.
Picking with an esteem,
A choice not to be one idle.
And not one to be guided by...
A looking with eyes from side to side.
Looking ahead and keeping one's faith,
With a hold that shows one bridled.
Are the ones who never wait too late...
Until time from them has escaped.
Picking with an esteem,
A choice not to be idle.
And not one to be guided by...
A looking with eyes from side to side.
Picking with an esteem,
A choice not to be...idle.
And not one to be guided by...
A looking with eyes from side to side.
Procrastinators are the ones to make mistakes.
And found to be...idle.
As they watch time from them fly right by...
While trying to catch up with slow strides.
Picking with an esteem,
A choice not to be one idle.
And not one to be guided by...
A looking with eyes from side to side.
Picking with an esteem,
A choice not to be...idle.
And not one to be guided by...
A looking with eyes from side to side.
Procrastinators are the ones to make mistakes.
And found to be those idle.
While trying to catch up with slow strides,
As they watch time from them fly right by.
Don't procrastinate and find it's much too late.
Refuse to be the one left idle.
Don't procrastinate and find it's much too late.
Refuse to be the one left idle.
Don't procrastinate and find it's much too late.
Refuse to be the one left idle.
Refuse to be the one left idle.
And...
Don't procrastinate,
To find it's much too late.
Refuse to be the one...
With that title.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I Was Young I Cried
When I was young I cried when I was sad, when I was young I cried when I was happy, when I was young I cried when I wanted something, when I was young I cried when I was lonely, when I was young I cried when I had to say goodbye, when I was young I cried when my feelings were hurt, when I was young I cried when I wasn't accepted, when I was young I cried when I was mocked, when I was young I cried for attention, when I was young I cried when I was scared, when I was young I cried when I hurt others, when I was young I cried when I felt physical pain, when I was young I cried when I was jealous, when I was young I cried when I lost someone or when I was lost somewhere, when I was young I cried when I didn't know, and now as an adult I cry because I understand.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Misfortune That
Misfortune that
I am unable to know
My mistakes and faults
And you kept me here
In this cage as a
Life prisoner and
Kept me idle.
Misfortune that
Here I am
And with my consent
And I know not
When to go
And where and you
Kept me idle.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Idleness, like kisses, to be sweet must be stolen.
Jerome K. Jerome in Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow (1886)
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Time has laid its healing hand upon the wound when we can look back at the the pain we once fainted under, and no bitterness or despair arises in our heart.
Jerome K. Jerome in Idle thought of an Idle Fellow
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Kinky Afro
You go spooky in a band
Son, Im 30
I only went with your mother cause shes dirty
And I dont have a decent bone in me
What you get is just what you see yeah
I should so I take it free yeah
And all the bad preserves be things that feed me
I never help or give to the needy
Come on and see me
Yippee-ippee-ey-ey-ay-yey-yey
I had to crucify some brother today
And I dont dig what you gotta say
So come on and say it
Come on and tell me twice
I said dad youre a shabby
You run around and groove like a baggy
Youre only here just out of habit
All thats mine you might as well have it
You take 10p back and then stab it
Spray it on and tag it
So sack on me
I cant stand the needy
Get around here if youre asking youre feeling
Yippee-ippee-ey-ey-ay-yey-yey
I had to crucify somebody today
And I dont dig what you gotta say
So come on and say it
Come on and tell me twice
So sack all the needy
I cant stand to leave it
You come around here and you put both your feet in
Yippee-ippee-ey-ey-ay-yey-yey
I had to crucify somebody today
And I dont dig what you gotta say
So go on and say it
Yippee-ippee-ey-ey-ay-yey-yey
I had to crucify some brother today
And I dont hear what you gotta say
So come on and say it
Come on and tell me twice
song performed by by Happy Mondays
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Idle Lives Live to Wander
Idle lives live to wander,
Under discouraged eyes...
Reset to ponder,
Why they choose fits to drift...
In a constant need.
Of wanting to please.
Idle lives live to wander,
Under discouraged eyes...
Why,
There are others who believe...
They live just to be on bended knees.
Begging freely from a 'Deity'.
In a pleading to make easier,
A way of life they accept to breathe.
Idle lives live to wander,
Under discouraged eyes...
Reset to ponder,
Why they choose fits to drift...
In a constant need.
Of wanting to please.
Idle lives live to wander,
In a constant need.
Of wanting to please.
Idle lives live to wander,
In a constant need.
Of wanting to please.
Idle lives live to wander,
In a constant need.
Of wanting to please.
In a constant need.
Of wanting to please.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forever Young
(r. stewart/j.cregan/k.savigar)
May the good lord be with you
Down every road you roam
And may sunshine and happiness
Surround you when youre far from home
And may you grow to be proud
Dignified and true
And do unto others
As youd have done to you
Be courageous and be brave
And in my heart youll always stay
Forever young, forever young
Forever young, forever young
May good fortune be with you
May your guiding light be strong
Build a stairway to heaven
With a prince or a vagabond
And may you never love in vain
And in my heart you will remain
Forever young, forever young
Forever young, forever young
Forever young
Forever young
And when you finally fly away
Ill be hoping that I served you well
For all the wisdom of a lifetime
No one can ever tell
But whatever road you choose
Im right behind you, win or lose
Forever young, forever young
Forever young ,forever young
Forever young, forever young
For, forever young, forever young
song performed by by Rod Stewart
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Silent spectator
I sit silent and seek no solace
Search for hut and not the palace
Simple desire with no strings attached
Emotionally bound but never feel detached,
My soul cry over the sufferings and misery
Pray for blessings even for adversary
I want to be apostle for needy and poor
Serve to the best of ability from door to door
Can I not spend little time for needy?
World is moving fast and people are greedy?
No time for peasants and country men
this can be sign of downfall and bad omen
if I can wipe the tears and distribute food
Kind words which may prove to be good
providing shelters and taking them out of wood
Medicines and food along with fresh supply of blood
These are all impracticable and idealistic views
May not be shared by many but only few
Thoughts may peter out as morning dews,
Headlines may appear but not as good news,
I may not venture and go for big move
Try at least for apprehensions to remove
Let needy dream and wait for good words
If not men but blessings from the Lord
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Provide water and air which is clean and pure
Water
Is the most important
Need of life
The miracle liquid
Is scarce and polluted
Specially in the villages
The poor and needy
Are force to drink it in plenty
Science and technology
Is being used more and more
By all the countries
Underdeveloped nations
In their urge
To become developed
Use resources
In an unbalanced manner
Nobody bothers
About the poor villagers
Industries of rich and powerful
Pollute environment and soil
Toxifying the water underneath
With chemicals like chlorine
Rivers and lakes too face their ire
Poor people forced to drink
The same water
Causing diseases
In the poor and needy
What was provided by god?
Free of cost, is now bought
Enormous profits are earned
In the name of water,
Pure and healthy
I ask everybody
To wake and rise
Force the rulers
To use their might
Provide water and air
Which is clean and pure
Develop water purifiers
Cheap and handy
Distribute them to the needy
Save poor people from
Disease and dying
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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As we must account for every idle word, so must we account for every idle silence.
quote by Benjamin Franklin
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