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If Law makers are law breakers
At times law makers are law breakers
They enjoy within, let others suffer.
Rule makers keep the rules in pocket
They escape of being its subject
Rules made are not transparent
not implemented too with honest.
In order to ensure law is implimented
truly and honestly.
Bonus punishment should be awarded
if breached by implimenting agencies.
(c) S.D. Tiwari
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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We are here, not because we are law-breakers; we are here in our efforts to become law-makers.
quote by Emmeline Pankhurst
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We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dream. Wandering by lone sea breakers, and sitting by desolate streams. World losers and world forsakers, for whom the pale moon gleams. Yet we are movers and the shakers of the world forever it seems.
quote by Arthur O'Shaunessey
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The People
When Executive, Legislative and Judicial fail, it becomes official;
The trail is then determined by the people in the streets,
Not by law makers… the law breakers in their comfortable seats.
Government is not of the people, by the people, for the people today.
It's certainly of a wealthy few, by a select few not caring what we say.
If it continues this course, there will be widespread conflict and force.
This course is leading to another horrible, tragic civil war
Unless the people remember what their Constitution is truly for.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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One time I introduced my orchestra as the Shampoo Music Makers instead of the Champagne Music Makers.
quote by Lawrence Welk
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We The People
When the Executive, Legislative and Judicial fail, it’s official;
A new trail must then determined by the people in the streets,
Not by law makers… the law breakers in their comfortable seats.
Government is not of the people, by the people, for the people today.
It’s of a wealthy few, by a select minority not caring what we say.
If it continues this course, there will be widespread conflict and force.
We the people, the middle class, founded this country and made it great.
We need to unite and articulate our message to the ruling noble class before it’s too late
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Heart Breakers
Write it out,
Say it out! !
There and then you will be healed from this stress;
Because, she has broken your heart.
Write it out,
Say it out! !
There and then you will be healed from this stress;
Because, he has broken your heart.
Love makers,
Heart breakers!
So it is with the muse of lust in the name of love;
But, try to control your mind by writing it and saying it out! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A SAILOR'S WIFE
Into port when the sun was setting
Rode the ship that bore my love,
Over the breakers wildly fretting,
Under the skies above.
Down to the beach I ran to meet him;
He would come as he had said:
And he came—in a sailor's coffin,
Dead! . . . . . .
O the ships of the sea! the lovers
Torn by them apart!...
The tide has nothing now to tell me,
The breakers break my heart!
poem by Cale Young Rice from Sea Poems (1921)
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The Appology
'Tis true I write and tell me by what Rule
I am alone forbid to play the fool
To follow through the Groves a wand'ring Muse
And fain'd Idea's for my pleasures chuse
Why shou'd it in my Pen be held a fault
Whilst Mira paints her face, to paint a thought
Whilst Lamia to the manly Bumper flys
And borrow'd Spiritts sparkle in her Eyes
Why shou'd itt be in me a thing so vain
To heat with Poetry my colder Brain?
But I write ill and there-fore shou'd forbear
Does Flavia cease now at her fortieth year
In ev'ry Place to lett that face be seen
Which all the Town rejected at fifteen
Each Woman has her weaknesse; mind [sic] indeed
Is still to write tho' hopelesse to succeed
Nor to the Men is this so easy found
Ev'n in most Works with which the Witts abound
(So weak are all since our first breach with Heav'n)
Ther's lesse to be Applauded than forgiven.
poem by Anne Kingsmill Finch
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Sonnet: If Topsy-turvy Goes the World
If world of light turns dark to some brethren,
Fountain of Hope becomes one of Despair;
If golden dreams break-up like ware-earthen,
I wonder if God seems to be still fair!
If scholars teach young mind’s to be unwise,
If law-makers turn into law-breakers,
The food and drink is too costly in price,
Will there be any sensible takers?
If villains win all tussles with heroes,
If ghastly crimes occur within prisons,
If leaders become absolute zeros,
Most people would prefer to drink poisons.
Although some try to make the world like this,
The Maker knows to fill the void with Bliss!
8-1-2002
poem by John Celes
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On The Number Three
Beauty rests not in one fix'd Place,
But seems to reign in every Face;
'Tis nothing sure, but Fancy then,
In various Forms bewitching Men;
Or is it Shape and Colour fram'd,
Proportion just, and woman nam'd?
If Fancy only rul'd in Love,
Why shou'd it then so strongly move?
Or why shou'd all that Look, agree
To own its mighty Pow'r in three?
In Three it shews a different Face,
Each shining with peculiar Grace;
Kindred a Native Likeness gives,
Which pleases, as in All it lives;
And where the Features disagree,
We praise the dear Variety.
Then Beauty surely ne'er was yet,
So much unlike it self and so complete.
poem by Thomas Parnell
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The House of Socrates
FOR Socrates a House was built,
Of but inferiour Size;
Not highly Arch'd, nor Carv'd, nor Gilt;
The Man, 'tis said, was Wise.
But Mob despis'd the little Cell,
That struck them with no Fear;
Whilst Others thought, there should not dwell
So great a Person there.
How shou'd a due Recourse be made
To One, so much Admir'd?
Where shou'd the spacious Cloth be laid,
Or where the Guests retir'd?
Believe me, quoth the list'ning Sage,
'Twas not to save the Charge;
That in this over-building Age,
My House was not more large.
But this for faithful Friends, and kind,
Was only meant by me;
Who fear that what too streight you find,
Must yet contracted be.
poem by Anne Kingsmill Finch
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Ode
We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
poem by Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy
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We Are the Music-Makers
We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams.
World-losers and world-forsakers,
Upon whom the pale moon gleams;
Yet we are the movers and shakers,
Of the world forever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
poem by Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy
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Headache Makers
Why is it that headache makers,
Are the first to participate in the generating...
Of annoyances wished to inflict,
And knowing this?
Uncomfortable with social etiquette,
Headache makers have their own priority list.
And it is studied to make sure,
Those in their presence know they exist!
Number 1...Be the center of attention.
Number 2...Name dropp and embellish.
Number 3...Speak loudly and laugh at own jokes told.
Number 4...Disrespect with opinions not solicited.
Number 5...Create nicknames to call others when socializing.
Number 6...Pry and be a nuisance.
Number 7...Tell everyone present what is wrong with 'them'.
Number 8...Interrupt and interfere with other conversations.
Number 9...Suggest to host and/or hostess what needs to be done.
Number 10..Pretend to be something that one isn't.
Why is it that headache makers,
Are the first to participate in the generating...
Of annoyances wished to inflict,
And knowing this?
As they wonder why,
Very few people wish...
To be in their presence again,
Consciously!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tempest
You saw perched on a cliff a maid,
Her raiment white above the breakers,
When the mad sea reared up and played
Its whips of spray on coastal acres
And now and then the lightnings flush,
And purple gleams upon her hover,
And fluttering up in swirling rush,
The wind rides in her airy cover?
Fair is the sea in gales arrayed,
The heavens drained of blue and flashing,
But fairer on her cliff the maid
Than storms and skies and breakers crashing.
poem by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
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They that lie down for love shou'd rise for hunger.
Haters Of The Real World
Haters of the real world
haters of the free world
They want to control
they want to dictate
They want it all
free will and all
They are makers of pain
they are makers of their own shame
But don't think it's
just the world leaders
it could be your own neighbours
Haters of the real world
haters of the free world
it could be anyone
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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