Poor thieves in halters we behold; And great thieves in their chains of gold.
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Little thieves have iron chains, and great thieves gold ones.
Duels Between Thieves
Duels between thieves,
Eventually have to happen.
A source to go where thefts are made,
To ensure quality craved maintains its taste...
Does not sustain itself,
When thieves are not focused on originality.
Thieves have none!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Coming Down Hard On Crime
They're coming down hard on crime.
And this you can believe.
All eyes will open wide.
And deceit and thieves,
Will cease to be.
So hold your head erect!
And know this will happen soon.
And sing a happy song.
Knowing we'll soon be crook free!
Come from behind those bushes,
Children.
Come...
Come sing along with me!
The 'boogeyman' is gone.
They're coming down hard on crime.
Sing...
('Coming down hard on crime...')
And this you can believe.
('This we can believe...')
I think you've got it.
All eyes will open wide
('Our eyes are open wide...
And deceit and thieves have ceased to be.')
Very nice!
Yes...
Deceit and thieves.
('Yes deceit and thieves')
Yes...
Deceit and thieves.
('Yes deceit and thieves')
YES...
DECEIT and THIEVES.
('DECEIT and THIEVES')
Together and raise our voices high!
YES...
DECEIT and THIEVES...
HAVE CEASED
TO
BE!
Marvelous children!
Wasn't that a 'happy tune'?
NOTE:
Doesn't this remind you of 'something' from...
Let's see...
The Sound of Music?
Yes!
When the hills became alive with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hospitable Hosts
To thieve and take,
May increase one's social status...
Among thieves.
And there are plenty who fake,
Being more than just thieves.
But a gathering of thieves does not perfume the air.
No matter what is used to diffuse the stench...
Many are proud to stink so loudly.
As viewed with noses lifted high in despair.
To thieve and take,
May increase one's social status...
Among thieves.
And there are plenty who fake,
Being more than just thieves.
Some even pretend to be humanitarian.
If not tax deducting philanthropers.
However...
Those who know they are straight up crooks,
Are the most entertaining and hospitable hosts.
They ensure everyone is provided comfort.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The great thieves lead away the little thieves.
Thieves In The Temple
{long version of thieves in the temple}
I'm holdin' on (i'm holdin' on) the best that i can
Love please, (let me be) let me be the better man
Better than the ones that wanna count me out
Better than the ones that don't know what my love's about
I'm talkin' 'bout the kinda love that can move a mountain
The kinda love that could part the sea
The kinda love that'll last 4 ever
(no matter what u say we should be together)
U should be with me (thieves in the temple)
Yeah, u should be with me
I said i wanna know (talk to me)
One thing (talk to me)
Said i wanna know (talk to me)
I wanna know one thing, baby (talk to me)
How come you said that i was your baby
When u and your love was gonna leave
U led me on, led me on thinkin' u was moses
Herding sheep blindly through a fantasy
U done me wrong (thieves in the temple)
And everybody knows it
Now the sound of my voice is pumpin' in your chest
More or less, i am here to tell u that
I am the best
Better than the rest
Better than the thieves in the temple tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, hurt me
(put it in)
Thieves in the temple
Thieves in the temple
Thieves in the temple
Thieves in the temple tonight
Put your foot on the rock
Let me show you how to clock
Put your foot on the rock
Let me show you how to clock
Thieves in the temple
(what the....?)
Who got the party, who got the party, who?
Who got the party, who got the party, who?
Who got the party, who got the party, who?
Who got the party, who got the party, who?
(hurt me)
Thieves in the temple
song performed by by Prince
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Who are cheats?
Big men are the untried thieves.
Thieves are the convicted poor.
Donors are the untried swindlers.
swindlers are the exposed petty.
30.11.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Saints An Sinners
(coverdale/lord/moody/marsden/murray/paice)
Get ready for judgement day
An the final curtain call,
Dont lie when you testify
cos the good lord know youre all
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
When moses stood on the red sea shore
Laying the law on the line,
He said dont come knocking
On the pearly gates
If all you did was have a real good time
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
For what we are about to receive
May the lord make us truly thankful.
Saints an sinners
I stand guilty of a thousand crimes,
An I suffer temptation still,
Show me a man who wont give it to his woman
An Ill show you somebody who will
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
For what we are about to receive
May the lord make us truly thankful
Saints an sinners,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Get ready for judgement day
An the final curtain call,
Dont lie when you testify
cos the good lord know youre all
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
For what we are about to receive
May the lord make us truly thankful
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
Saints an sinners...
song performed by by Whitesnake
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Madman - His Parables and Poems
You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long
before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all
my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have fashioned an worn in
seven lives,--I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting,
'Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.'
Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear
of me.
And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top
cried, 'He is a madman.' I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed
my own naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun
kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for
the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I
cried, 'Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks.'
Thus I became a madman.
And I have found both freedom of loneliness and the safety from
being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in
us.
But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail
is safe from another thief.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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Bazaar Of Balloons
If the ballooned bazaar is barraged by thieves,
Sell it afterwards to a balloonist who believes.
He sells it perhaps to a merchant on the loose,
This man offers a price to others to abuse
Them.
If this bazaar of balloons is a balcony now,
We see further than thieves can allow.
The plan is to frustrate the balloonist
In order to triumph with the cartoonist
Who draws from this.
The thieves have stolen the painting,
The painting of balloons they were reacquainting.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Exploiting The Poor
sneaky thieves emerge bold
plot plan strike then take
priceless dignity unguarded
But what is worse?
When your dignity is stolen
taken with a smile
or when exploiters laugh
at victims or laugh
over their profits
amassed in evil deeds?
sneaky thieves sleep to wake
to prey upon new poor
new cycles of poverty helpless
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Hard criminals
Beggars don’t prefer to be thieves.
Thieves don’t prefer to be robbers.
They all don’t have eye for women.
The rapists are hard criminals.
30.04.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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600 Million Euro!
600 Million Euro!
But, it was too late;
For the money was in your Toyota four wheel-drive as you were attacked,
And the thieves made away with the money! !
Spotted,
Shiny,
Straight,
Creamy,
Like the death after birth! !
But the thieves took the money away;
And now, we don't have much story on this issue.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Eyes That Look Up
At Golgotha I looked up, and saw three crosses, framed against the sky!
In memory from birth creation, God immortalized, day his son would die!
Behold, look up, view appearance, a complete parhelion, three 'suns'!
God has written, the Holy Trinity, Christ’s complete victory in the sky!
Christ died for you like a dog, fear mock God not, view sun dogs in the sky!
White arcs circles crossing heaven sky, God has painted sun dogs in the sky!
What you ridicule God, yes two were thieves, Christ died among thieves!
Stand forth self righteous man, did you never sin, saved is he who believes!
What God would not paint thieves, upon heavenly sky, as bright as his son?
Observe mocker of divine laws! Take proud blasphemy! Lost sinner run!
A Miracle For Good Friday! Three suns shine in blue sky! Two rainbows!
God said his rainbow was to remember sin! Sin of two thieves like a flood!
Two rainbows! Their backs turned toward each other! Now I ask you why!
Two thieves must look away! Glory of God cannot behold! View then die!
Two rainbows! Almost touching true halo sun! Homage to purity of Christ!
Christ said touch me not! Rainbow ends pointed away from purity of Christ!
Behold with your own eyes! Truth God Painted! As a witness in his sky!
Behold fearful answer to your question! After a while disappears two suns!
Two rainbows disappeared! In Heaven! Only halo one true sun remained!
In blue sky the other two suns! Were never as bright! One True sun reigned!
For purity time! All three suns were clearly visible! Immortalized in the sky!
Beheld was Prophesied Time! A Crucified Time! A Prophesied End-Time!
Their ends pointed away from each other! Into Future Past Present Time!
Sin forgiven for all who believe! Truth God Painted! A witness in the sky!
At Golgotha I looked up, and saw three crosses, framed against the sky!
In memory from birth creation, God immortalized, day his son would die!
Behold, look up, view appearance, a complete parhelion, three 'suns'!
God has written, the Holy Trinity, Christ’s complete victory in the sky!
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
See also the poems ‘Three Crosses Framed Against The Sky’ and ‘God Painted Memory Crucifixion’.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Brilliant Thieves
Its a sunny afternoon
I try to write a song
A little bit of this
And a little bit of that
On tape before its gone
It sounds a bit like r.e.m.
And a little bit like sting
Mix it in a bucket
Let see what it might bring
All in all were just brilliant thieves
It seems that somethings missing
So we add a piece of cure
But now it is not hard enough
Were changing that for sure
Just a bit metallica
And a little spoon of clash
Ready is the fury song
O.k. transfer the cash
All in all were just brilliant thieves
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Thieves' Kitchen
GOOD roaring pistol-boys, brave lads of gold,
Good roistering easy maids, blown cock-a-hoop
On floods of tavern-steam, I greet you! Drunk
With wild Canary, drowned in wines of old,
I'll swear your round, red faces dive and swim
Like clouds of fire-fish in a waxen tide,
And these are seas of smoke we thieves behold.
Yet I've a mind I know what arms enchain
With flesh my shoulders . . . aye, and what warm legs
Wind quickly into mine . . . 'tis no pale mermaid,
No water-wench that floats in a smoky main
Betwixt the tankard and my knees . . . in faith,
I know thee, Joan, and by the beard of God,
I'll prove to-night thy mortal parts again!
Leap, leap, fair vagabonds, your lives are short . . .
Dance firelit in your cauldron-fumes, O thieves,
Ram full your bellies with spiced food, gulp deep
Those goblets of thick ale—yea, feast and sport,
Ye Cyprian maids—lie with great, drunken rogues,
Jump by the fire—soon, soon your flesh must crawl
And Tyburn flap with birds, long-necked and swart!
poem by Kenneth Slessor
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The Aging Of Entitlements
The aging of entitlements,
Has created a deep hole...
For those who perceive,
Their lives are compared...
To those of royal thieves.
They want to continue to believe,
They are deserving to stand tall...
On the backs of the poor.
As a cementing of doors...
Prevents them to advance.
The aging of entitlements,
Has created a deep hole...
For those who perceive,
Their lives are compared...
To those of royal thieves.
As the throwing of trinkets to appease the needy,
Is treated as if good deeds are done...
By the ones who welcome their blood ties.
To a history of gluttonous feeding of selfish greed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The great thieves lead away the little thief.