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begets poetry
begets interest
begets poets
begets poetry
begets respect
begets inspiration
begets poetry
begets hope
begets them/they/she
begets poetry
begets love
begets this
2005
poem by Jeffrey SpahrSummers
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No One To Blame
They are going to win back,
Their redundancy.
And discover who the failures,
Really are.
And they will find themselves,
Just as useless...
As their pointless debates.
Although this time with no one to blame.
Greed begets deceit begets stupidity!
And that hopefully begets,
Self examination that begets remorse.
And that begets humility that gets everyone,
Back on course to divorce all foolishness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thought Silence
Silence begets thought;
Thought begets action;
Action begets change;
Change begets decay;
Decay begets silence;
Silence begets.......
poem by Mill Field
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Honesty Begets Honesty
Honesty begets honesty
It is equivocatingly disparaging
Because honesty is an esoteric riddle
And a riddle begets a riddle
When you think it is inequitable
That life begets death
And not the pulp of life,
And death begets life
When you appealed for death
It is because they are one and similar
The equivocal correlation
Is but another juggle of affectation
In supercilious entanglement
So we fumble on the hills
Of the pre-determined sequence
Wretched friends, we are all dazed
About religion and politics,
And stereotypes and chauvinism,
And philosophy and geometry,
In a tête-à-tête with disparity
It is all but the same
From the encrusted veneer
To the profane epicenter,
As with veracity and metaphors
We are reveling gypsies
With pawned feet of stones.
When honesty begets honesty
You will figure for yourself
That life is but a game
And we are all to topple
In the treacle of sincerity
Because honestly,
Nothing begets nothing
Equivalent to an enema for the eczema
The paranoia protracts in an echolalia
Do not hand down your honesty
Because honestly,
You would abscond honesty.
poem by Norman Santos
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Action and reaction
To start is an action.
To stop is too an action.
Pinch the child; it cries.
It cries; you will lull it.
Action begets reaction.
Reaction begets action.
You didn’t feed the child;
It cries; you will feed it.
Non-action begets action.
Action begets reaction.
Actions are in chain,
One leading to another.
25.07.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Scare answers to scare, and force begets force, until at length it comes to be seen that we are racing one against another after a phantom security which continually vanishes as we approach.
quote by Henry Campbell Bannerman
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Evil is good
My hatred for one begets pity for the other.
My hatred for one fetches love for the other.
My hatred for one begets surrender to the other.
My hatred is evil that balances with good.
21.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Question and answer
A question begets a question
Or an answer that begets questions.
Questions are infinite.
Answers are infinite.
Both alternate till man lives
Effect from cause conceives cause.
25.06.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Stimulus Response.....
when you feel that you are pushed to the edge
and there is no more possible space for patience
what kind of language would you like me to speak?
what mode of courtesy do you expect?
blame me not for the foul language, the curse and damnation
that i bombard you every minute of your day
forgive me but i am just giving you what i think you deserve.
you violence begets my violence, you ill wind begets my storms.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Line
A line so stressed, so much plain,
Abolishes forever my loathing of it.
Three lines make triangles like a wheel
Has travelled forever, loathing it.
Faith is a button to press when ill,
Abhorrent and explainable is it.
My lines of poetry gather new efforts,
So you too become together, like my lines.
poem by Naveed Akram
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But More Of Less Than Even
Violence begets violence.
There is not a podium delivered speech,
That will end atrocities!
Those easily flattered,
Are quick to hoodwink.
And drained of birthright resources.
Tricking the witless into believing...
A substandard way of life is envied.
And every ounce of demented common sense
Shown
Will restore things back to normal,
Whenever we all agree what that is!
And violence begets violence,
By getting nothing...
But more,
Of less than even that's left to deny.
And squander like vagrants...
Making homes for maggots!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Should Be The Kindness That Counts
i like it here
where kindness is put like a basket
full of fruits
where you pick one and taste
one and say
this fruit is sweet, and juicy and luscious
and then not to be outdone
you put some red & white roses
beside a basket and some
daffodils and colored daisies
and i say
oh! how beautiful have the fruits
become
because of the flowers!
i like it here
on friendly air
and sunny skies and singing birds
it is here
where kindness begets kindness
where love begets love
where everyone braces for the race of happiness
and never
violence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Love Is Far Away
It must be my love is far away,
Looking at the musician of luck;
He continues his roaring further
Than the man else, living well.
Tireless waiting, stating and catering
Rampages on, like a solution.
It must be at length the strength,
Now the loving falls away.
Roaring is like open struggle,
Music has a way of living.
My love is faster than the love,
Loathing is created for certain reasons.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Loath and Fear
If I would rely on phrenology,
Or science, or mythology,
I'd burn down this damned city
And disembark in a conclusion
Of the ugly veracity:
I loathe everything!
I fear everything!
I loathe that I am writing about loathing
And I fear that I might lose every one
Though I barely have anyone,
So I loathe even more on this fear.
I loathe that I write about myself all the time, and
I fear that I might not be writing at all
I loathe that I would narrate a story
In the surreal slopes of enigma, and
I fear, afterwards, that no one will pry
To understand or even console.
I loathe that my mouth cannot mouth
What my hands opted to write, and
I fear that my hands aren't equipped
To write what I cannot mouth.
I loathe even more that I build walls
For people to beat down and divulge
The forlorn boy inside, and yet
I fear to be found.
And I loathe to the point of breaking
That no one ever cared to pry
And that makes me shudder in fear, and
I fear this kind of loathing
And loathe this kind of fear.
I loathe that I cannot gain readers, and
I fear that I may never have
I loathe that readers appreciates the writing
But not the congealed brook
Between the lines of it, and
I fear that they might not even
Appreciate the spilled blood
In every line of it.
I loathe, I fear,
That apart from writing
I am never good at anything
Except maybe from fearing and loathing.
I loathe that I blame the past
For making me loathe a lot, and
For making me fear a lot
For making me loathe sports, and
For making me fear trying
And all the brusquely recreations
And the shame of failing.
I loathe, I fear,
That I was turned
To be a loathing misanthrope
From a fearing diffident
Or perhaps not,
Perhaps, I am both.
I loathe, I fear,
The mad man that I am
Smoking the emaciation out
For I loathe and fear the society
And their chauvinistic beliefs.
I fear that I am ninety pounds flat,
I loathe that I am not doing anything,
And I loathe and fear my loathing and fearing
Because I fear that all I have left
Is my loathing to strengthen myself.
I loathe my poor drinking limit
And I loathe the carousals
As much as I fear encompassing the line
And fearing the toll of carousals
For I never get inebriated
In loathe and fear.
I loathe the carousing table
For they are full of shallow people
Except for one person, perhaps
And I loathe and I fear,
That I may not be him.
I loathe that I am poor
Because I am jobless
And so are my parents.
I loathe, I fear,
That when I finish college
And finally get a job
That I cannot think for myself
Because my shoulders are donned
With so much unsolicited weights;
I loathe that I loathe it
Because it makes me a loathing glutton
Self-centered and loathsome, and
I fear all this loathing
For the very same reasons.
I loathe that I do not have friends
And that I cannot have friends
And that I loathe my friends, and
I fear that I can loathe my friends
Or not having thereof
For I fear to realize
That I do not even know what I want
Or that no one knows what I want.
I loathe that I do not have the facilities
And sometimes the interest
And there is nothing much fearful
Than loathing your fears
And fearing your loathing
From your fears.
I fear the approaching season
For I am bound to loathe even more
That the people are carousing
For not a single reason
Whilst I loathe, whilst I fear
Not having anything.
And despite me inscribing these
I loathe that I am doing these, and
I fear that I am not doing these right.
I loathe and fear that I am hopeful
Again and again after another failure
And I loathe, and I fear,
That even with a fractured cranium
I would still go for another try
And I loathe even more
And I fear even more
That I loathe, and that I fear,
But never give up
On loath and fear.
poem by Norman Santos
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The air zone
Each one has an air zone,
Beyond which he wants to face the other.
The zone enlarges or converges
Depending upon the intimacy.
Two hand length for strangers,
An arm length for the known,
A span length for the blood relation,
And little distance for the opposite gender
For one to be at ease to talk to.
22.02.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Something Inside
If one is misunderstanding,
The connection between...
Passion,
Sacrifice and discipline.
Loyalty and devotion...
And the love of life,
To experience what it takes...
Being fortunate to witness,
The unfolding of happiness...
Through trials and tribulations?
Something...
Inside of their minds,
Does not accept!
And to survive defeating obstacles,
With heartaches to shake?
Someone delusional lives in wait,
Procrastinating in needless self debate...
For someone else,
To deliver to them their expectations.
Something...
Inside of their minds,
Does not accept!
And...
That had already been done,
An expectation!
When they were gifted with birth!
Just like everyone else...
That has come to feel the rays of Sun.
And this is an occurrence that has happened,
With or without their acknowledgement!
Something...
Inside of their minds,
Does not accept!
Yet,
Hopefully...
One day this all connects!
Turbulence,
Begets turbulence...
Begets no peace felt,
To be from one released!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Banality of Evil
Wordsmiths preach their rhetoric
Wise in their own eyes
They bleach their conscience
Hail the conquering hero
Sincerity oozes from your brow
Peace, peace they say
When there is no peace
The banality of evil
Death has no sides
Indiscriminate murder rains
Killing Children in their sleep
Casualties of war or slaughter
Death rains down, for freedom?
Sowing the seeds of hate,
Chameleon the bully fades
In the banality of evil
Rabid dogs of war unleashed
Hate begets hate
Violence begets violence
Death begets death
Father forgive our indifference
Rolling news feeds opinion
And reinforces division
The banality of evil
Disguised in global extremism
We seek to justify, the bullet
And the bomb, indifferent
Blind to the fact
Hellfire falls from the skies
Killing children
In the name of freedom
the banality of evil
Divide to rule, and establish
Global government
A breath away, smiling
The snake strikes
Ism’s depose Justice
The alliance of liars lie
Shake hands with the devil
welcome the banality of evil
poem by Adrian Wait
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