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According to my principles, every master has his true and certain value. Praise and criticism cannot change any of that. Only the work itself praises and criticizes the master, and therefore I leave to everyone his own value.
quote by Carl Philipp Emanuel Bach
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Worship
I know a quite religious man
Who utters praises when he can.
Now I find God in bard and book,
In school and temple, bird and brook.
But he says God is sweetest of all
Discovered in a drinking-hall.
For God requires no costly wine
But comes on the foam of a crockery stein.
And when that foam is on the lips,
Begin then God's good fellowships.
Cathedrals, synagogues, and kirks
May go to the devil, and all their works.
And as for Christian charity,
It's made out of hilarity.
He gives the beggar all his dimes,
Forgives his brother seven times.
'I love the rain,' says thirsty clod;
So this religious man of God.
For God has come, and is it odd
He praises all the works of God?
'For God has come, and there's no sorrow,'
He sings all night--will he sing to-morrow?
poem by John Crowe Ransom
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Do your duty
Gardeners, two there are, a pair,
One doesn't perform and is unfair,
The other is duty bound and full of care,
Both work for their master for their fare.
The non-performer is a flatterer,
He eulogizes and praises his master,
The other person, the gardener—
He is simple and knows not to palter.
To the committed man the master shifts,
The other from employment he lifts,
Let us execute our duty without rifts,
The Lord God on us will shower His gifts.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Lord of the Flies
Oh Master my Master
Oh where have you been
I wallowed in filth and
I drowned in sin
Oh Master my Master
It's my rotten luck
To swim in the decay
And swallow the muck
Oh Master my Master
I stand in the fires
Surrounded by murderers
Thieves, cheaters, and liars
Oh Master my Master
the earth has turned red
Fluid with blood
Of the recently dead
Oh Master my Master
What's wrong with the world
The blackness unfolds
Like a flag that's unfurled
Oh Master my Master
You ignore my cries
And now I'm quite sure
You're the Lord of the Flies
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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The flatterer
The one who praises you in front, flatters.
The other who praises you behind, admires.
The one who praises you in front and
Derides you behind is worse than a foe.
And the flatterer is your inferior.
03.07.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Each pebble wants to ripple
The world classics had been out of print.
Award winning works went out of shelf.
Nobel Prize literatures are pigeon holed.
Yet sprout umpteen works, though petty
As each pebble make a ripple in chain.
A creation of the known is
Dearer than any other master creation.
08.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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She Works Hard For The Money
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
Onetta there in the corner stand
and wonders where she is and
it's strange to her
some people seem to have everything
Nine a.m. on the hour hand
and she's waiting for the bell
and she's looking real pretty
just wait for her clientele
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
Twenty five years have
come and gone
and she' seen a lot of tears
of the ones who come in
they really seem to need her there
It's a sacrifice working day to day
for little money just tips for pay
But it's worth it all
just to hear them say that they care
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She already knows
she's seen her bad times
she already knows
these are the good times
She'll never sell out
she never will
not for a dollar bill
she works hard
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
song performed by by Donna Summer from The Donna Summer Anthology
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Give Thanks & Praises
Give thanks and praises to the most-i (jah!);
Give thanks and praises so high (so high).
He will not deceive us my brethren;
He will only lead us again (again):
Oh, take that veil from off of your eyes;
Look into the future of realize.
Noah had three sons, ham, shem and japhet (ham, shem and japhet);
And in ham is known to be the prophet.
Glory to jah, the prophet is come (through all these ages);
Glory to jah, the prophet has come (through all these stages).
When my soul was hurtin deep within,
And Im worrying to be free, desperately, yeah.
So guide and protect ini, o jah - jah,
Through all these ages;
Guide and protect ini, o jah - jah,
Through all these stages.
Rastafari is his name (jah!) -
Rastafari is his name (jah!).
If jah didnt love I (love I),
If I didnt love I (love I),
If jah didnt love I (love I),
If I didnt love i,
Would I be around today?
Would I be around to say:
Give thanks and praises, give thanks and praises;
Give thanks and praises, give thanks and praises;
Give thanks and praises, give thanks and praises. /fadeout/
song performed by by Bob Marley
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The real master
a part of me
i could name you
all their functions
a part of me
i could not fathom
the master
behind them all
the same master
works the lotus
each morn
petal by petal
little by little
till it dances
like a pretty lass
the water
when it drips its last
from the world
i too would follow suit
when the master
thinks it time for
all the blooms
to call it a day
and say goodbye
i too would follow suit
the plants, water, light
and me are one
as blood is to this physique
me bound to the world
tight as steel
though free to roam
mother and child
when the conscious part,
the physique go
i join the trees, water, and the master
to work his world
late grandma
see she is now a row of seeds
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Master
Master went a-hunting,
When the leaves were falling;
We saw him on the bridle path,
We heard him gaily calling.
'Oh master, master, come you back,
For I have dreamed a dream so black!'
A glint of steel from bit and heel,
The chestnut cantered faster;
A red flash seen amid the green,
And so good-bye to master.
Master came from hunting,
Two silent comrades bore him;
His eyes were dim, his face was white,
The mare was led before him.
'Oh, master, master, is it thus
That you have come again to us?'
I held my lady's ice-cold hand,
They bore the hurdle past her;
Why should they go so soft and slow?
It matters not to master.
poem by Arthur Conan Doyle
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Sometimes It Is Really Hard To Understand
she works with us as our domestic helper
her father is 35 her mother is 34 and there
are twelve of them in the family in that far
away mountain,50 kilometers from here
her brother works as a laborer in that
copra buyer a few meters from here and
he just met an accident and he is sent
to the hospital because he finds it hard
to breathe and he cannot speak a word.
her sister is pregnant with a new baby and
the wife of the master drives her away and
she has no place to stay & nowhere to go.
she wants to tell more sad stories about her
family but i tell her to stop. I do not want to know.
I look up to the sky, and I know God is listening.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Know What My Master Does
I know where my Master lives.
I need no invitation to visit where He is.
I know where my Master lives.
I know what my Master does.
I witness this on a daily basis.
And not with eyes fixed on skies above.
My Master is available whenever I call.
My Master is everything and to me my all.
My Master has seen me stumble and fall,
To get up off my knees to again walk tall.
And if it wasn't for my Master I'd be left to crawl.
I am aware ot this.
I know where my Master lives.
I need no invitation to visit where He is.
I know where my Master lives.
I know what my Master does.
I witness this on a daily basis.
And not with eyes fixed on skies above.
I know what my Master does,
Can do...
And has done for me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Licia Sonnets 33
I wrote my sighs, and sent them to my love;
I praised that fair that none enough could praise;
But plaints nor praises could fair Licia move;
Above my reach she did her virtues raise,
And thus replied: "False Scrawl, untrue thou art,
To feign those sighs that nowhere can be found;
For half those praises came not from his heart
Whose faith and love as yet was never found.
Thy master's life, false Scrawl shall be thy doom;
Because he burns, I judge thee to the flame;
Both your attempts deserve no better room."
Thus at her word we ashes both became.
Believe me, fair, and let my paper live;
Or be not fair, and so me freedom give.
poem by Giles Fletcher The Elder
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O...what...?
women are
works...
with over the world...
very heary hard...
men also works...
but womens works many...
in house...
in office....
in others...
all wys womens
works...
over then men...
with vey hard works...
but...
money earn
men will bee high
women will bee low...
what is this...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Crisis
They say the sun an-a shines for all,
But-a yin some people world, it never shine at all. mm-mm-mm.
They say love is a stream that will find its course;
I mean - some-a people think life is a dream
So they making matters worse.
But no matter what the crisis is;
No matter what the crisis is:
Doin it, doin it, doin your thing!
(give jah all the thanks and praises!)
Givin it, givin it, givin it, givin it!
(give jah all the thanks and praises!)
So - so - so much have been said, so little (been done) been done
They still killin - killin the people
And they - and they havin (havin their fun) - havin-a - havin-a lots of fun -
Killin the people, oo-yoo! - (havin fun) havin their fun!
They just want to be the leader
In the ouse of the risin sun.
But no matter what the crisis is;
Oh, no, oh, no no - no what the crisis is:
Do your - live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up!
(give jah all the thanks and praises!)
Live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up!
(give jah all the thanks and praises!)
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/instrumental break/
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They say the sun-un-un-un shines for all,
But-a yin some people world, it never shine at all!
They say love is a stream,
That will find its course, and every river runs to sea;
Some people still think life is a dream,
So they - so they makin - makin it worse.
No matter what the crisis is;
No matter what the crisis is:
Do it: live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up!
(give jah all the thanks and praises!)
Live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up!
(give jah all the thanks and praises!)
(give jah all the thanks and praises!)
His mercies endureth for ever, yeah!
(give jah all the thanks and praises!)
Oh, children, come on, and give jah -
(give jah all the thanks and praises!)
Children, come on, and give jah -
(give jah all the thanks and praises!) /fadeout/
song performed by by Bob Marley
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The writer who possesses the creative gift owns something of which he is not always master- something that at time strangely wills and works for itself.
quote by Charlotte Bronte
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The Master Spoke.
Why is the world here today?
The Master Spoke.
Why are we sinners, like sheep gone astray?
The Master Spoke.
Why all this toil, no comfort of Eden,
Since man didn't obey?
The Master Spoke.
Why work the dust of the ground, from whence we came,
And eat 'By the sweat of our brow? '
The Master Spoke.
Why do we, naturally,
Posess the desire to before,
God, want to worship and adore?
The Master Spoke.
Why is Jesus glorified,
And why, for sinners, did he die?
The Master Spoke.
Why shall God return again,
To take away Isreal, His bride?
Why me, a sinner, justified?
The Master Spoke.
Why will there be Revelations, wars,
And roomers of wars,
Nearing the End Times?
The Master Spoke.
Why is God an eternal Being,
But the world shall be no more?
The Master Spoke.
Why is it, that when a man speaks,
His words blow away
As kernals of grain,
And yet, when God speaks, his Word is as rock,
Forever to remain?
The Master Spoke -
'Heaven and Earth shall pass away,
But my words shall never pass away.'
Why do these things occur,
And as it were,
The penalty of sin man did not have to pay?
The Master Spoke -
'For God so loved the world,
That he gave his only Son,
That whoever believes in him
Shall not perish,
But have the gift of eternal life.
Why?
The Master Spoke.
'Go now! Help the needy,
And the weak!
Save hearts that are broken! '
Hurry, now!
The Master has Spoken.
poem by Macy Dvirnak
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Because Of Your Beauty
My lips will pour forth praises to you!
Because of your beauty;
But one's memory on this love is like a continuous flow.
Flatter, latter, late, rate, at let, later, tar, rat, ear, era, flat, fat, tear, fear!
You smiled while it was still in your mouth;
But the wondrous works of love needs the peace of the mind,
And like the colours that make up the rainbow.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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He who praises everybody, praises nobody.
quote by Samuel Johnson
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Life is pretty simple: You do some stuff. Most fails. Some works. You do more of what works. If it works big, others quickly copy it. Then you do something else. The trick is the doing something else.
quote by Leonardo da Vinci
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