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In our period, they say there is free speech. They say there is no penalty for poets, There is no penalty for writing poems. They say this. This is the penalty.
quote by Muriel Rukeyser
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To suffer the penalty of too much haste, which is too little speed.
The Death Penalty
Bring back the death penalty screamed a lady as the blood ran, dripping from the cold concrete as her sons blood fled from its body. Bring back, bring back the death penalty screamed a mother as her child dies slowly watching the pools of life fade away from his eyes.
Bring back, bring back the death penalty screamed a mother while she watched her child being killed by the hands of another man, bring back the death penalty.
Bring back the death penalty as she screamed holding her dying child while he laid his last words and breath upon her chest. Bring back the death penalty she screamed in mercy so that she will so that she will no longer have to hold any more of her dying sons and lay them in graves before she lays in her own.
Bring back the death penalty she screamed as her sons soul left his body and he became another victim to a violent society. Bring back the death penalty, bring back our sons.
poem by Melvyn Mohan
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Old Man Say (Make Haste)
The beast rest there!
Go before the night draw near
Before ill-times wake
Cause then, It may all be late
So lad make haste
- *Guh dear lad!
Before next day
Harken to what *dis old man say
Make hay my lad
Unless be sad
Say I, make haste
Don't make good times waste
It's a wild wild world
- out *deh mi lad
And di wolves dem *nat suh kine
Go on now *mi lad
*Mek haste before its night
And me sure all will be right
*guh - go *mek - make *mi - my
*deh - there * kine - kind *di - the
*nat suh - not so *me - i'm *dis - this
Copyright © 2012
poem by Godfrey Morris
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Zambia
The talented 'Chipolopolo Boys'! !
Zambia is a country in Africa with many talented football players;
And the talented 'Chipolopolo Boys' won the African Cup of Nations.
The penalty shootouts! !
The penalty kicks,
The penalty goals,
The penalty misses;
And Zambia won Ivory Coast to carry the major trophy of the African Cup of Nations,
Yes, in Livreville to carry the day on Sunday the 12th of February 2012.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The penalty for laughing in a courtroom is six months in jail; if it were not for this penalty, the jury would never hear the evidence.
quote by H.L. Mencken
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Rose
I.
Sweet serene skye-like Flower,
Haste to adorn her Bower :
From thy long clowdy bed,
Shoot forth thy damaske head.
II.
New-startled blush of Flora !
The griefe of pale Aurora,
Who will contest no more ;
Haste, haste, to strowe her floore.
III.
Vermilion Ball that's given
From lip to lip in Heaven ;
Love's Couches cover-led :
Haste, haste, to make her bed.
IV.
Dear Offspring of pleas'd Venus,
And Jollie, plumpe Silenus ;
Haste, haste, to decke the Haire
Of th' only, sweetly Faire.
V.
See ! Rosie is her Bower,
Her floore is all this Flower ;
Her Bed a Rosie nest
By a Bed of Roses prest.
VI.
But early as she dresses,
Why fly you her bright Tresses ?
Ah ! I have found I feare ;
Because her Cheekes are neere.
poem by Richard Lovelace
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To Lucasta. The Rose.
I.
Sweet serene skye-like flower,
Haste to adorn her bower;
From thy long clowdy bed
Shoot forth thy damaske head.
II.
New-startled blush of FLORA!
The griefe of pale AURORA,
Who will contest no more,
Haste, haste, to strowe her floore.
III.
Vermilion ball, that's given
From lip to lip in Heaven;
Loves couches cover-led,
Haste, haste, to make her bed.
IV.
Dear offspring of pleas'd VENUS,
And jollie plumpe SILENUS;
Haste, haste, to decke the haire,
Of th' only sweetly faire.
V.
See! rosie is her bower,
Her floore is all this flower;
Her bed a rosie nest
By a bed of roses prest.
VI.
But early as she dresses,
Why fly you her bright tresses?
Ah! I have found, I feare;
Because her cheekes are neere.
poem by Richard Lovelace
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To Lucasta, the Rose
I.
Sweet serene skye-like flower,
Haste to adorn her bower;
From thy long clowdy bed
Shoot forth thy damaske head.
II.
New-startled blush of Flora!
The griefe of pale Aurora,
Who will contest no more,
Haste, haste, to strowe her floore.
III.
Vermilion ball, that's given
From lip to lip in Heaven;
Loves couches cover-led,
Haste, haste, to make her bed.
IV.
Dear offspring of pleas'd Venus,
And jollie plumpe Silenus;
Haste, haste, to decke the haire,
Of th' only sweetly faire.
V.
See! rosie is her bower,
Her floore is all this flower;
Her bed a rosie nest
By a bed of roses prest.
VI.
But early as she dresses,
Why fly you her bright tresses?
Ah! I have found, I feare;
Because her cheekes are neere.
poem by Richard Lovelace
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Here is my general approach to the energy companies. You have already charged the utilities a 50 percent credit penalty for the power they were buying from you. You're charging us a penalty. You're not going to get two bites of the apple here.
quote by Gray Davis
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I was personally opposed to the death penalty, and yet I think I have probably asked for the death penalty more than most people in the United States.
quote by Janet Reno
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Sha
A penalty spot,
At the important stages;
A penalty kick,
With the matured ages;
A player of your calibre,
With the inportant sages;
But, how many kicks have you missed so far? !
For, Sha your friend is still waiting to see the next tactics of your move.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Under current law, there is no additional penalty for someone who enters the United States illegally and then commits either a crime of violence or a drug trafficking offense. They simply come under the same penalty as we have in current law.
quote by John Shadegg
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Make Haste
Make haste, make haste, no time to waste,
the sandman’s on the move!
The minutes chased, missspent, misplaced,
swift scattered are, remove
from life the paste thats interlaced
with love to leave the groove
by others faced with fears encased
within themselves! Improve
your chances paced by those who’ve raced
where most may fear, disprove
the double-faced, minds [s]oft, effaced.
let no one disapprove
Strong spirits graced with soul true, chaste,
which ever must reprove
all evil based on base, poor taste, -
which ever seeks to prove
Good may be traced, Right be embraced
in confidence – for you’ve
the need to haste to truth, yes haste,
for Time is on the move!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Had it not been for slavery, the death penalty would have likely been abolished in America. Slavery became a haven for the death penalty.
quote by Angela Davis
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A: Run, Run Like The Wind
Run, run like the wind
catch a fast car stopping
outside that will rush to
pick up the kids, then
speeding on, to pick up
the other car from the
garage, a mad dash at
break-neck speed to beat
the afternoon traffic today
in total confusion, leave
early, grab your cell-phone
no moment to lose, the
car cannot wait, if you’re
late, there is havoc in
Wonderland make haste,
make haste!
poem by Margaret Alice
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Sonnet III
And every year a world my will did deem,
Till lo! at last, to Court now am I come,
A seemly swain that might the place beseem,
A gladsome guest embraced by all and some.
Not there content with common dignity,
My wandering eye in haste (yea post post haste)
Beheld the blazing badge of bravery,
For want whereof I thought myself disgraced.
Then peevish pride puffed up my swelling heart,
To further forth so hot an enterprise;
And comely cost began to play his part
In praising patterns of mine own devise.
Thus all was good and might be got in haste,
To prink me up, and make me higher placed.
poem by George Gascoigne
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Justice?
How does taking a life justify losing a life
What is good without evil what is love without pain
What is worth without vain the strong survive the intelligent live
Live what is living what is a life worth how much can I get for mine
Can I sell it on eBay or Craig’s list no? Can I loan it to the homeless for a few moments
So my home they can with pride say they own it no? Can I donate it to a drug addict
So they can relapse without mishaps because it's hard to use heroin when your veins collapsed
Hard to get high when you 10 feet in the ground in a box with no sound
No light no life I know the answer is no right? So if you can't tell me how much a life is worth
Then u don't have the right to take one from earth justice is rubbish the death penalty wait penalty?
Last time a checked a penalty was 10 Yards or 2 minutes in a box depending on what sports u watch
So what is justice?
poem by Bron Dayvid
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The Coquette, and After (Triolets)
I
For long the cruel wish I knew
That your free heart should ache for me
While mine should bear no ache for you;
For, long--the cruel wish!--I knew
How men can feel, and craved to view
My triumph--fated not to be
For long! . . . The cruel wish I knew
That your free heart should ache for me!
II
At last one pays the penalty -
The woman--women always do.
My farce, I found, was tragedy
At last!--One pays the penalty
With interest when one, fancy-free,
Learns love, learns shame . . . Of sinners two
At last ONE pays the penalty -
The woman--women always do!
poem by Thomas Hardy
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Safety Chain Blues
Hanging on like hell to the safety chain
Lifebuoy crash lands in a vale of tears
All the lovers are in retreat
Out on the edge of the nervous street
So deaf to the call of the wild
Deaf to the first borns whispering plea
Expanding frame the city is in heat
Burning at the edges of the lonely street
But I want to hold your precious head
I will not leave you nor pretend
Im going to hold you to the end
Hey mama didnt know wed end up here
The snapshot is all tiles and red walls
Down at the squatters camps they cannot compete
The shepherd has been bound up by his hands and his feet
Make love make peace make haste its a slow release
Great changes gonna carry you
Make love make peace make haste its a slow release
Great changes gonna carry you
song performed by by Midnight Oil
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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